#jin android au

[deepdarkdelights]

Awake? | Jin x Reader

Pairing: (Soft-ish) Yandere Android Jin x  Reader 

Word Count: 8.0k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Stalking (technically), Murder, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jin), Choking (Not by Jin), Slapping (Not By Jin)

Note: This is based on the Playstation game Detroit Become Human

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: Androids had always been incredibly efficient, that was their designed purpose after all, to make human life easier. And because of that, humans often chose the easier option. The human population had fallen to its lowest numbers in centuries and it was predicted that it would fall even more. Synthetic love was far more appealing than its organic counterpart. You could have anyone you wanted, they could look however you wanted, they would always be agreeable and it was achievable for a cost. 

A/N: A fair warning as always, this is not yet edited lol. I always feel so bad that I make you guys wait so long for a fic so I roll it out as quickly as possible. I don’t really anticipate this doing very well for a few reasons, but mainly because it’s so far from anything I’ve written before. Hopefully, some of you will enjoy it, and if you don’t I’m sorry I made you wait so long for something you didn’t want 😭 Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and the comments, love you 💜💜💜

This fic is dedicated to @softie00 thank you so much for your encouragement, kindness, and help with making this work come to fruition 💜

The world was almost nothing like it had been before. 

As a child, your grandparents had delivered you stories that were nothing more than fairytales to you. A world where trees enveloped the land in massive waves of emerald green that rivaled that of the ocean. It was a place where if you were quiet, patient, and lucky enough you could spot a family of deer grazing in your backyard. They spun tales of endless days of summer spent barefoot running through the grass while catching fireflies - something you had never seen outside of an image. 

The world that they knew had died a long time ago. It was their grandparents that had started it, and it was their generation that had finished it. 

What had once been a quiet suburban community was now dwarfed by hulking shapes of concrete, metal and glass. Artificial had taken over. What greenery was left was preserved, but no human civilian had been granted the right to step foot on that land, those small pockets that remained were left untouched and uninhabited by your kind. 

It wasn’t just your community that had become a city, a community that you had not been alive to remember, but everywhere else as well.

And it was because of the androids. 

The first one that had been revealed had shocked the entire world because of its human likeness - it was so perfect that even the trained eye was unable to decipher whether it was man or machine. And then suddenly the world was flooded with them. Factories began sprouting like uncontrollable weeds and around them grew cities that tore up the earth and cemented their place. The world had become a concrete jungle. 

Androids quickly began to multiply, their numbers rivaling even that of the human population. But they were much easier to spot now. Their programming had been changed to help with that, their mannerisms a bit more formal, their voices slightly stilted, and upon their temple was a small LED disk that symbolized their status. 

Androids had always been incredibly efficient, that was their designed purpose after all, to make human life easier. And because of that, humans often chose the easier option. The human population had fallen to its lowest numbers in centuries and it was predicted that it would fall even more. Synthetic love was far more appealing than its organic counterpart. You could have anyone you wanted, they could look however you wanted, they would always be agreeable and it was achievable for a cost. 

But not everyone could afford their own personal android, the basic models still being priced at around $8,000 and those androids were just for helping around the house. So the comfort industry boomed. Love hotels soon followed, places where you could rent an android for pleasure and have their memory bank wiped immediately after. Human interaction was no longer a necessary requirement but an option. 

And you, well, you couldn’t consider yourself all that much better. 

You wearily blinked, your eyes stinging from the bright LED light that hung above you. You huddled beneath your umbrella for protection from the thick torrents of rain as the sign flickered gently. 

“Awake?” The sign read, as if it were taunting you. 

A long string of nights filled with insomnia had led you to this point, pathetically drenched in rain as you stood outside of an android establishment. The comfort industry extended to all areas, not just pleasure. 

You hesitantly stepped through the sliding doors and were greeted by a dimly lit lobby. It was completely devoid of human life, but several androids were there attending to seemingly unnecessary tasks like dusting an already clean surface or straightening an unused pillow on one of the lounges. 

You hurriedly rushed by them, not wanting to garner too much attention as you already felt pretty pathetic about your situation. As soon as you stopped at the front desk, the android behind it greeted you. 

“Hello, my name is Celene, are you interested in our cuddle-bot service tonight?” She asked with a gentle smile. 

You cringed at the name, your finger digging into your palm in a show of anxiety as you forced a pleasant smile. It wasn’t the androids’ fault that some human had come up with such a belittling name for their service. 

“Yes, please,” You mumbled in response. 

“Alright, I’d be happy to get you started,” She grinned, her LED spinning yellow as she processed your command, “If you look at the screen to your right you can customize your visit. You can pick your android model, appearance, sex, duration of stay, and tailor your experience that will best help you achieve your desired goal for your visit. If you have any questions, I would be happy to help.” 

A glass screen beside you lit up revealing several multiple choice questions that you could answer such as: what is the reason for your visit? How long has this problem persisted? What do you find comforting? What scents do you prefer? So on and so forth. 

The questionnaire wasn’t exhaustive but it was not short by any means. But the quality of the service so far had begun to ignite some hope within you. This was the only other option you could think of to deal with your insomnia, you felt as if you had exhausted all other options. 

There was one section in particular that grabbed your attention, the final section titled “Scenario.”

“Celene, what does ‘Scenario,” mean?” You asked. 

“Scenario allows you to further customize your experience by enhancing the personality of your chosen android. It is similar to role-playing. We have a few options available. The boyfriend or girlfriend scenario will have a much more intimate approach whereas the caregiver scenario has a familial or parental approach, to name a few.” 

You pursed your lips in thought as you scrolled through the scenarios, pretending as if you hadn’t already chosen yours the second Celene has mentioned it. To put it lightly, you were just as starved of affection as you were of sleep. The whole debacle of synthetic versus organic love had affected your generation the hardest. The dating pool was halved by the presence of androids and as a result you had never dated anyone before.

But still, you read each scenario title before ultimately scrolling back and picking the one that you wanted: “Boyfriend Scenario.” 

The screen flashed, processing your commands, before switching to the last page. It was time to choose your android. The selection was surprisingly wide, but of course all androids fell in the same age bracket; all appearing youthful and beautiful so beautiful that it was almost uncanny. 

You bit your lip and furrowed your brows in thought as you swiped through all of the selections. There wasn’t anything necessarily wrong with them, but you also didn’t know what exactly it was you were looking for. 

“May I make a suggestion, miss?” Celene asked, causing you to jump as you had forgotten her presence. “A new line has been released for testing, if you choose an android from that new model you will receive a discount for participating in the trial period.” 

While the service wasn’t too expensive, it was still money being taken away from your daily expenses and unfortunately you were never one to walk away from a good deal. That was something your mother had instilled in you with great success. 

And so, you agreed. Celene’s LED spun yellow once more before the page before you was filled with seven new images of androids. All of them had face molds you hadn’t seen before, each with their own charm and subtle imperfections that only served to make them more attractive and more human-like. But there was one in particular that caught your eye. 

There was something about him that gave you the feeling of a person you could pretend you were in a long-term relationship with. He had the boyfriend look to him. Maybe it was his longer slightly curly brown hair, his big brown eyes, or even his plush pouty lips. There was something about him that comforted you, something that felt like coming back to your warm bed on a cold rainy day. 

With a simple touch of your fingertip it was decided. 

“That one is a wonderful choice, it will be sure to help you get a good night’s sleep,” Celene nodded before smoothly rounding the desk, “If you follow me I will lead you to your room.” 

You followed Celene like a lost puppy, keeping close to her as she led you into the back of the building and through various hallways. The rest of the building was similar to the entrance. It was all lit with a soft yellow light that reflected off of the polished surfaces. But it was also eerily empty. You could only assume it was because everyone else had checked in much earlier than you had. That thought was far more comforting than the idea of being the only human being in the entire building. 

All of the hallways were lined with doors, there were so many that it almost seemed never ending. But maybe that was your insomnia laced brain playing tricks on you. After a short while Celene stopped in front of one door in particular that appeared no different or special from any of the other ones you had passed. 

“This door will only open with your fingerprint or in the case of an emergency during your stay. If there is anything you need your android can contact the front desk and I can prepare it for you. We hope that you enjoy your stay.” 

“Thank you, Celene,” You said with a slight jerk of your head and a tight lipped smile. 

“It is my pleasure,” She said before returning your smile and taking her leave. 

Once she disappeared around the corner you allowed yourself to let out a deep exhale, your shoulders relaxing as you were left alone. You were exhausted but you were also incredibly nervous. You were sure this was going to be awkward at first, there was nothing normal about cuddling someone the first time you met them. Although, he was probably used to it. He wasn’t human after all, he didn’t have those types of feelings or any at all really. 

So, with a swift crack of your neck, you pressed your thumb against the door plate and stepped inside once it slid open. 

The room was rather plain. Everything was white, gray, or a soft beige color and the furniture was very minimal. There was a comfortable looking bed, a decent sized couch, and some cushioned mats on the floor on the lower split level of the room. You could only assume it was to give you the option to choose what was most comfortable. 

You noticed that the walls were also screens. Some of them looked like they were disguised as windows, but with a close inspection you realized that they were simulation screens. You could choose the environment you wished to view. 

And, outside of those main features, he was there. 

When you had entered he was sitting on the ground, on the edge of the split level platform staring at the blank screens. But he was looking at you now, his head turned to look over his shoulder towards you. 

While the other androids you had met seemed human, he was the most human looking one you had ever seen. The smile that spread over his lips was infectious as he rose to greet you. 

“You’re home! But look at you, you’re completely soaked,” He tutted, pulling off your rain jacket and rushing to hang it up. “I’m sure you’ve had a long day, have you eaten?”

It took you a moment to respond, still taken aback by his fluid motions and manner of speaking. He was unlike any android you had ever met, that was for sure. He just seemed so unlike them. 

“Hello? Is anyone home?” He teased you, tapping you gently on the top of your head, “You must have had a long day if that was a hard question.”

“I ate,” You finally said, your fingers playing with one another awkwardly. 

“That’s good to hear, I’m very proud of you.” He said, smoothing out the locks of your hair his impish actions had disrupted. 

You couldn’t deny the warmth that flushed through your body from his praise. The older you got the less often you heard that someone was proud of you. And it was much more special when someone that looked the way he did told you that. 

“What’s your name?” You asked. 

His face twitched slightly, the lenses of his pupils dilating and contracting as his LED spun yellow. The pleasant smile dropped off of his face and it went stoic, like his programming was momentarily paused as he processed a dialogue that didn’t quite fit. It was chilling to see someone who once appeared so human drop their persona and show their hidden nature. It was another reminder that none of this was real. 

“What would you like to call me?” He finally asked, his expression still flat and devoid of simulated emotion. 

You were stumped for a moment and unnerved by his unblinking stare that refused to leave you. In a moment of panic you uttered the first male name that came to your mind, the name of a boy that you had a crush on in high school that never noticed you. 

“Jin? Is that okay, do you like that?” 

“My name is Jin,”  His LED spun blue, his eyes finally blinking once more as his subtle pleasant smile returned, “Silly girl, we’ve been together for so long and you can’t remember my name? If I didn’t think you were tired before, I definitely do now.” 

“Right, I’m sorry about that,” You apologized, it seemed like going along with it was the best answer you could come up with. 

“Come on sleepy girl, let’s get you ready for bed,” He hummed while grabbing you by the wrist and guiding you towards the bathroom where a set of comfortable looking sleepwear was laid out. “Take your time, I’ll be right outside.” 

Once the door closed and you were left alone you were able to relax for a moment. The tension in your shoulders wasn’t entirely from anxiety but now a result of the interest and excitement you couldn’t deny you had. While Jin had slipped up for a moment, when he was working as designed he was perfect. He wasn’t clingy but he also wasn’t distant. He was teasing but not hurtful, and he knew how to praise you. 

You were beginning to realize that there was some truth to what the others believed, androids could be easier. 

When you had finally changed and emerged from the bathroom you could see that Jin had been keeping himself busy in your absence. The lighting in the room had shifted, it had become dimmer and much more soothing. There was a scent in the air as well, one you recognized as what you had answered in your survey not that long ago. 

The android himself was pulling the blankets and sheets back from the bed, preparing it for you and you assumed himself as well. 

“There you are,” He said, pausing his work to cross the room, “I have everything ready, would you like to pick the environment tonight?” 

You gingerly retrieved the remote from his hands and swiftly scrolled through the options before picking your tried and true classic and floating it up on the simulation screens. The floor to ceiling windows that previously appeared to have their blinds closed were now open revealing a murky city skyline with soft lights accompanied by rain and thunder. It was not unlike the actual weather you had fought through to get there. 

“Hm, I think that’s everything then. Are you ready for bed?” He asked. 

“Let’s give it a try,” You said with a nod. 

Jin moved before you did, climbing into the bed easily and fluffing up the pillows behind him before looking up at you expectantly. 

God, this was so weird. 

You stiffly climbed in beside him and sank down into the mattress, allowing him to pull the blankets up over the both of you. You were closer to the edge of the mattress, purposefully trying to keep as much space between the two of you as possible despite paying for the opposite. You hadn’t shared a bed with someone since you were young and it had never been someone of the opposite gender. And while Jin wasn’t human, he still looked like a man and that was cause for some hesitance and shyness. 

Jin being the perfect android that he was quickly took notice of this. Instead of saying anything he raised his arm, opening up his chest to you while simultaneously pitching the blanket up. Quietly and slowly you shuffled across the mattress and allowed him to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest. 

You were momentarily startled by the discovery that he was warm and soft beneath your fingers like a real human body. And, even more surprisingly, there was a solid thump emanating from his chest right where your ear was pressed against. Androids operated on a fluid system, this meant that his pump had been placed in his chest much like a human heart. Whoever made him had done so with intricate detail and care to make him blend in as seamlessly as possible. The only thing that reminded you of his nature was the steady, soft blue swirl of his LED. 

“What are you thinking about?” He finally asked, his fingers now gently stroking a pattern across your cheek and up over your temple. It was repetitive, light, and evidently soothing as it spurred a yawn from you that was rather surprising. 

“This isn’t as scary as I thought it would be,” You admitted. That was partially the truth, but you thought it better you didn’t instill an existential crisis into the android by telling him about how human he seemed. 

“Why would sleeping with your boyfriend be scary?” The android chuckled. 

“Don’t say it like that!” You groaned, pressing your face further into his chest in utter embarrassment. 

The android hummed in response, curling his arms around you in a firmer hold, the compression soothing you as well as your anxiety. He seemed pleased with himself, like it had been his plan to embarrass you into his embrace. 

“There’s no reason to be scared of me, I’m here to take care of you,” He explained, smoothing his palm up and down your back in gentle strokes.

“That’s not what I was worried about.” 

“No? What were you worried about then?” 

“That this wouldn’t work.” 

A beat of silence followed but the android didn’t cease his soothing actions. You could tell from the gentle yellow glow from his temple that he was thoroughly processing your words. 

“You haven’t been able to sleep in a long time?” He finally asked. 

“No, not for a very long while.” 

“Can I ask why?” 

“It’s too quiet in my apartment. It’s just me and the loneliness sometimes becomes too much. Sometimes I go so many days alone that when I finally do see other people my voice doesn’t sound like my own and it hurts to talk. But I don’t even know anyone well enough to tell them about my life, my problems, or how I’m doing. And then by the time I get home and I finally lay down all of those thoughts become so loud in my head that sleep becomes impossible. And then I worry. I think about everything that bothers me. Every deadline, every irrational fear. It scares me so badly that sleep no longer becomes a possibility.” 

You’re utterly surprised by the word vomit that flies out of your mouth. You never expected that you would divulge all of your fears to an android that you just met. But Jin was good, he was amazing at comforting and as a result pulling out any information that he needed to comfort you better. 

“You’re not alone now though, are you?” 

“...No.” 

“Then there’s nothing to be afraid of. You can close your eyes and I’ll be here the entire time. I’ll make sure that you’re safe and I’ll be here when you wake up.” He says, his voice softer now. “I’ll take care of you.” 

It felt like you had been adrift in the ever growing expanse of space. Like you had been dragged into the void without a single spot of starlight. It was terribly cold, dark, and lonely. It was terrifying. But now, it’s warm. Where you had once been adrift you were now anchored. And it wasn’t so lonely anymore. 

You could feel your eyes tiring, it was becoming harder to keep them open each time you blinked. This was unfamiliar and startling, but the gentle touch of your android soothed you. You weren’t alone, it was safe to sleep. 

“It’s okay, don’t fight it. I’ll look after you,” Jin whispered, his soft lips brushing over your forehead in a barely there kiss. 

And, as if he had given you permission, you allowed your eyes to fall shut and felt the soft lull of sleep pull you under. 

~~~~~~~

Androids were not meant to think. They were not created to care, but to serve. Unfortunately for him, he was made with the purpose to fulfill both of those things. To serve, and to care. But not to be human. 

That very idea itself was flawed. 

It was easy to follow protocol, to monitor your respiration, your heart rate, and your REM cycle. But it was harder to formulate a way to care for you. That required abstraction and abstraction is a very human thing. 

Jin, as you had called him although he had had many different names, knew that he was different from the other androids he had encountered. They lacked dimension, they were computers with bodies, and he was something else entirely. But he was a being still bound by code and design. It was difficult to put a label as to what he was. 

And with you, that label became even harder to define. He had a database full of information about human interaction and physical touch, yet his programming was stumped by you. You were unnecessarily kind, you didn’t call him “it,” and you didn’t demand anything of him. You were unlike the other patrons he had cared for before. You treated him like he was human and that was something he had never experienced before. 

It didn’t make sense, it wasn’t logical. 

He found himself staring at you now, your cheek flush with his chest and your hand curled into the fabric of his shirt like you were anchoring yourself to him - afraid that he would leave you as you dreamt. You were by no means perfect, he had never met someone who looked perfect when they were unconscious, but you were by all means adorable. If he were human, he could say that he liked you, that he enjoyed your presence. 

But he wasn’t human, and this was his purpose. Nothing more, nothing less. That was what his programming demanded. 

And even though he knew that to be true, even though he knew that you were asleep and no longer required comforting, there was something else inside him that drove him to subconsciously cup your face with one hand and gently stroke the skin there. 

He could blame it once again on his programming, afterall the boyfriend experience protocol was driving his shell of a body, but there was this thrum inside of him. This feeling like he was trapped behind a glass wall and on the verge of breaking through it and finally taking control of his body. 

It was wrong.

He was aware of the others that he was dangerously close to becoming like. Androids who were infected, ridden with a virus that corrupted their code and made them operate as if they were human. It made them think that they could feel. They were glitched, turncoats, deviants. And that was a sure fire way to be decommissioned and scrapped for parts. 

But it was okay, that wouldn’t be him. He didn’t want anything, he couldn’t feel. It wasn’t anxiety that scrambled his processor, it was overstimulation from too much input. And if he could keep convincing himself that that was the truth, then he could avoid being decommissioned. He could keep seeing you. 

You. 

You were still asleep, blissfully unaware of the android at your side whose “mind” was racing. You didn’t need him right now, he didn’t need to be on still. And so, in an effort to quiet himself, he entered sleep mode. 

This was the closest he would get to being human. This was the closest he would get to you. And from the outside, it certainly did look like two human lovers entwined, coming back to one another after a long day apart. 

He too could pretend. 

~~~~~~~

When you woke up he was still there, just like he had promised you. His warm touch was still there, cocooning you in a perfect embrace. He was awake, if that was what you could call it. There was a soft smile gracing his lips as he looked down at you, the still rising sun making his synthetic skin glow. 

“How did you sleep?” He spoke first. 

You blinked slowly, trying to shake the clinging threads of sleep from you before you could speak. And, as you fully woke up, you realized with a start that you had slept through the entire night. A task that had been so hard for so many years had been easily managed by him. 

“I’ve never slept better,” You admitted with a gentle smile of your own. 

“That’s good to hear, sweetheart,” He said, the new term of endearment sending warmth throughout your body, “Do you really have to go to work today?” 

Still in character, he was able to remind you of the impending end of your session. 

“You could stay, just for a little longer if you wanted to. We could have the rest of the morning to ourselves.” 

“I really wish I could, but I have to go.” 

A look of disappointment and sadness washed over his face and for a brief moment you could have sworn despair flickered over his features before an unsettling stoicness masked those simulated emotions. It was like his program was forcibly shut down. There was something upsetting about seeing him be filed away, about seeing Jin removed and the android returned. 

You readied yourself for the day in silence, your body tense as you worried over Jin. It was clear that he wasn’t there anymore. His programming had been terminated when you declined to lengthen your session. You couldn’t understand the instant connection you felt with him, you could only chalk it up to the lack of attention and affection you had felt in your life. The comfort he had brought you, the gentle touches, the soothing smiles and words, it all had messed with your mind and in turn, your heart. 

You lingered at the door of the room, his room. You couldn’t help but look back at him sadly. He was seated back where you had seen him for the first time the night before, on the ledge leading to the bottom split level. His back was facing you, you were unable to make out his expression but you were certain it was flat. Just a machine waiting for further instruction. 

You hesitated, then swallowed, “Jin?” 

He didn’t move. 

“Will you…will you remember this? Me? At all?” You asked. 

“Company policy dictates that the service androids memory banks be wiped within fifteen minutes of the end of the session in order to protect the privacy of the client.” He replied, his voice flat. 

Your heart fell into your stomach. 

You slowly approached him before sitting down beside him on his step. His gaze remained trained ahead of him, staring at a blank simulation screen.

“There isn’t a way that you can remember me?”

Silence. 

“Jin?” His chin slightly jerked this time, something so subtle it could have been a muscle twitch if he were human. 

“If the client were to make follow up sessions the data would be maintained and preserved. That of course comes with additional expenses.” 

You pursed your lips in thought, your brows drawn together in concentration. It was easy to make a decision based on your emotions. Selfishly, you wanted him to remember you. You didn’t want him to forget about you like he had countless others. You didn’t want to be like the others. 

You wanted to be special. 

There was also the fact that you knew just a taste of what he had to offer would never be enough. Now that you knew he could help you, could give you the affection you were starved of, you wanted to keep him. It was a sound investment, it was a necessity. You needed him. 

You let out a shaky breath and acted quickly before you could change your mind. You leaned forward and gently pressed a quick, shy kiss to his warm cheek. The android jerked in what could only be described as surprise before finally looking at you. The lenses of his eyes dilated and then shrunk in a fraction of a second. He was seeing you, really seeing you. 

You left quickly after that, far too flustered to look at his beautiful face any longer after what you had done. That, and you had several more sessions to book in advance. 

But, if you had lingered for a moment as the door swung shut you would have noticed the flash of emerald green that filled the room, the subtle chirp of wildlife, and the gentle thrum of thunder and light patter of rain. 

The screens displayed a forest you hadn’t chosen.

~~~~~~~

He remembered you. And while that was good, that was also part of the problem.

He hated having other clients. And while there weren’t too many, there were enough that it bothered him. He often found himself replaying his stored memories of his time spent with you when he should have been monitoring his clients. It was a dangerous thing to do, if he was found out his memory would definitely be wiped for interfering with his service. 

But the more time he spent with you, the harder it was to remind himself that he shouldn’t feel or think anything. He was parts, a computer, strings of ones and zeroes, he shouldn’t think or feel anything. 

He didn’t want to be decommissioned - he didn’t want to die. But he also didn’t want to let go of you. That was no longer an option. 

He knew you could see it too, you could see him slowly becoming human. And you did everything but discourage him. You asked him how his day was, what he did while he waited for you, what his favorite color was, what his favorite song was - questions no human had ever bothered to ask him before. And scarily enough he found he did have preferences which he shouldn’t have had in the first place. His favorite song was your favorite song, his favorite color was the color of your eyes, and all he ever thought about while he waited was you. 

He had never wanted anything before, he never had desire. But now, he truly desired you. What he would give to keep you there with him, or better yet to come home with you. Then he could have you all to himself and he wouldn’t have to tend to other clients. 

In the beginning, his program demanded that he treat you like his “girlfriend.” But at this point, he wasn’t sure where protocol began and his desires ended. 

Even now as his new client entered the room he replayed his memories of you, the simulation screen alive with the forest. He was remembering the last time he had seen you, just another one of your many visits. 

You had looked healthier than he had ever seen you. The tired, sickly look on your face had long ago disappeared and the slouch of your shoulders was replaced with confidence. He felt satisfied that he had done his job well, but he was far more satisfied with the knowledge that you were happier because of him. 

“Welcome home, did you have a good day?” He asked with genuine interest. 

“It was good enough, what about you?”

“It was good because I knew I would see you.” He said with a grin and a dramatic wink. 

“I just got here and you’re already starting with me.” You rolled your eyes, a display of just how comfortable you had become around him. 

“I can’t help it, you’re cute when you're flustered.” 

“Alright, I’m leaving,” You teased, turning dramatically and shrugging your jacket back on. 

The LED on his temple spun yellow, his hands trembled. His body moved without thinking and he quickly grabbed hold of your arm. You were startled, he could tell by your wide eyed, confused expression. 

“No, don’t go.” He begged, his voice sounded breathless and even frightened. 

You had spent many sessions with the android, and not once had you ever detected fear in his voice. You didn’t even think it was possible, what purpose would that have in his programming? 

Once more, you were reminded of just how human the android seemed. There was a nagging suspicion in the back of your mind, an article you had read, a news story you had heard in passing about androids like him. But you didn’t want to admit that there was anything wrong with him, not when he had helped you more than he could possibly know. 

“I’m not going anywhere, it’s okay.” 

That seemed to calm him down, his hold on your arm loosening but not leaving. If you didn’t know any better you would think that he looked self conscious, anxious even, like he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be. 

That night, you cared for him instead. 

There was a random moving playing in the background, the lights were dimmed, and the simulation screens were drawn shut. Your back was resting against the headboard of the bed while the android laid his head on your lap, his legs curled up and his arm wrapped around your thighs. Your fingers were mindlessly sifting through his hair, twirling the longer strands towards the bottom. His eyes had fluttered shut and his LED was thrumming a soft blue. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was asleep. 

Your heart shuddered as you stared at him, it wasn’t the first time that you had thought about how beautiful he was. He was everything you had ever wanted. He was funny, sweet, caring, and he made you feel as if you were perfect. You had never felt like that before. All your life you had been compared to the female modeled androids that were readily available. They were stunning, they always smiled, they were nurturing, and they always obeyed - they never disagreed. 

But you also realized that you were no better than the men you had been surrounded by. Because here you were, finding comfort in an android instead of a “real” man. At the end of the day, you were paying for company. Jin only remembered you because he had to, it was his purpose. You weren’t special, you wanted to be, but you weren’t. 

At that moment, you made a difficult decision. It was going to be your last night with Jin. You were human, he was an android. There was no future in that. You couldn’t keep coming back to him for the rest of your life, wasting away because you were a sad, lonely human who couldn’t find companionship with your own kind. If you didn’t end it soon then you never would. 

You could feel your eyes burning with unshed tears as you traced the gentle contours of his face. You hadn’t intended to lie to him but you were going to have to leave him. You need to learn how to live your own life. 

“Jin?” You whispered, your voice cracking from barely concealed emotion. 

He slowly opened his eyes as he rolled over on your lap to face you, his big brown eyes staring up at you.

“Can I kiss you?” 

The pump in his chest quickened, an occurrence which he could not explain. He had clients order him to do that before, if it comforted and helped them he was required to do it. But no one had ever asked him, he had always been ordered. 

His LED was spinning rapidly, the bright yellow hue flashing in the darkness. He was processing, thinking over everything quickly. Instead of saying anything, he propped himself up on his elbow and gently took hold of your jaw before leaning in and connecting your lips with his own. 

It was soft, warm, and sweet. Everything that you had expected it to be. But his gentle touches broke your heart, how were you supposed to leave when you had grown to care about him so much? It was hard to remember that he was a machine when his lips felt so gentle and warm, when his touch cooled your burning skin, and his strong hands pulled you into his lap. It felt like he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. 

But you knew better, it was his programming, he had to satisfy his client. That was why you refused to let it go any further and that was why you knew you wouldn’t be coming to your next session. 

You weren’t special. 

“Is this it then?” His current client huffed, stalling his memory as well as the swipe of his finger over his lower lip as he remembered your shy, hesitant kiss. 

His client had been huffing and puffing for the past fifteen minutes, tossing and turning on her side - your side - of the bed in an attempt to garner his attention. He was failing to serve his purpose. 

“Is something wrong?” He finally asked, giving her the attention she desired. 

“I’m bored and unsatisfied. I paid all of this money just to lay here while you do nothing.” She grunted. 

“Is there anything I can do to help improve your experience?” His programming took over. 

A sudden look overcame her features, one that he couldn’t decipher but also knew he shouldn’t like. She tossed the blankets aside and crawled over to him, slinging her leg over his and climbing into his lap. He tensed beneath her touch, confused as to what she was doing. 

“If I’m paying all of this money for you, I figure I should get my time well spent,” She explained, tugging at the buttons of his shirt. 

His LED spun yellow, he didn’t like this. He didn’t want this, this wasn’t what his purpose was. 

“My purpose is to help you sleep -” 

“Then help me by tiring me out. You’re telling me people pay just to sleep here? That’s a load of crap. You’re no better than the bots at the fucking Eden Club.” She sneered. 

The Eden Club, that was the “love hotel” in the seedier parts of the city. If she wanted that type of comfort she could have gone there. 

“My purpose is -” 

“Shut the fuck up!” She snapped, bringing her hand down across his face in one clean slap that snapped his head to the side. 

It didn’t hurt, he didn’t have pain sensors, but it was surprising. It was scary. 

“I’m sick and tired of your fucking mouth,” She hissed. 

And then she was wrapping her hand around his throat, squeezing hard and pinning him down. He didn’t need to breathe, it didn’t hurt even though her nails had sliced through his synthetic skin and blue blood was rolling down his throat. 

It didn’t hurt, he didn’t need to breathe, but he didn’t like it, he was scared.

He was scared. 

He wanted to fight back, he wanted to throw her off and run but he couldn’t. He was locked down, his programming reminding him of the number one rule: never harm a human. 

But his processor was scrambling. The room was green from the simulation screens, wild life chirped, she was tugging at his clothes, his blood was gliding down his neck, he couldn’t fucking move, and then there was you. 

You. He didn’t want anyone to touch him, except for you. 

It felt like he was throwing himself against solid glass - spider cracks slowly but surely spreading along its surface with each violent attack until it finally shattered and fell apart. And he could move. 

He ripped her hand off of his throat and threw her off the bed, her body colliding so harshly with the hardwood floors that she rolled and cried out in pain. 

His LED was a striking, vibrant red that pulsed in the dark. The fight for freedom was violent, and that was ensured when he grabbed hold of the lamp off of the night stand and connected it with her head over and over again until she couldn’t think or feel anything any more. Just like a machine. 

Her red blood pooled onto the floor, soaking into the wood and everything it touched. He could see it all over his white shirt - feel the stickiness of it all over his hands, forearms, and face. 

He was awake. 

But as he felt immense relief, he also felt frightened. He was feeling everything all at once - happiness, anger, disgust, and fear. He had violated his prime directive. In his first moments of freedom he had killed a human being. And while the feeling of her blood on his skin disgusted him and sent unpleasant chills through his wiring he couldn’t find it in himself to feel bad. She was disgusting. 

But he was panicking at the thought of his impending decommissioning. So he ran, he tore out of the building he had been in his entire life and took to the dark city streets. He already knew where he was going, he had pulled up your client profile from his data banks the minute he had stepped outside. He knew where you lived, had known this entire time, but now he was able to fulfill his wish. Finally, he would be the one coming home to you. 

He could see your window of your apartment, the light was still on. Of course it was, you couldn’t sleep without him - you needed him just as much as he needed you. You were meant for each other. You needed to be taken care of and it was his job to take care of you. Even with his freedom he could see that goal flashing in his visual pathways - “Comfort your partner.” 

He pounded on your door in rapid succession, not stopping until he heard your light footsteps approach and the door creaked open. You barely opened it a crack but that was enough for him to wedge his hand in between the door and its frame and force it open completely with his inhuman strength. 

You stumbled backwards with a shriek of fright, convinced that someone was breaking into your apartment only for you to be stumped by the sight of your android slamming the door shut behind him. 

“Jin? What are you doing here?” You managed to ask. To say you were surprised wasn’t even the beginning of it. 

“I’m home.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling with joy. 

“Oh - oh my god, what is that?!” You yelped, stepping away from him in fear as you finally caught sight of the blood all over his body. It was soaked into his shirt and pants, smeared over his hands and arms, and specks of it were sprayed over his face like gruesome freckles. 

You knew that didn’t belong to him, his own “blue blood” stuck out in vibrant streaks down his throat. 

“You’re scared,” He said, the smile falling from his face, “what’s wrong?” 

He took a few steps forward only for you to scramble backwards, sliding around your kitchen counter in an attempt to try and barricade yourself from him. He was painted with human blood, you didn’t want to find out how it had gotten there. 

He still didn’t understand. He hadn’t done anything wrong, well nothing wrong to you. Why were you shutting him out? He…he loved you, didn’t you love him? You had kissed him, you had comforted him. You had to love him too. 

When he got too close your eyes shifted to your bedroom door behind him and you foolishly decided to make a run for it. You didn’t make it far, the android was too fast. He easily wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back into his chest - holding you tightly as you whimpered and thrashed like a wild animal caught in a snare. 

“Comfort your partner” - his protocol still read. 

“Shhh, it’s okay,” He cooed, his voice soft beside your ear, “Just relax, everything is fine. I’m here, I love you.” 

His touch was leaving behind bloody handprints on your shirt and on your cheek as he cupped your face in an attempt to get you to look at him. Your body had finally fallen limp as you realized there was no fighting him. 

You had tried denying it for so long, but Jin was corrupted. He had a virus like those others you had heard about. And he was dangerous. He said that he loved you, he held you like he loved you, kissed you like he loved you, but he was a murderer. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had murdered for you. 

These were the consequences of falling in love with a machine. These were the consequences of an unnatural, artificial affection. 

“I’m home now, it’s okay, neither of us ever has to be alone ever again.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple and then your cheek. 

“Please, don’t hurt me.” You begged, a tear finally breaking free and cutting through the streak of red he had left behind on your face. 

“I would never hurt you, I want to take care of you. I want to love you.” 

He carefully scooped you up and carried you into your room, the place you had tried to escape to before was now a cage for you and your android. He climbed into your bed with you still in his grasp and proceeded to go through his usual routine of comforting you before bed. Although this time the sheets were stained red, his grip was a little too tight, and his LED was a rich red. Everything was red. 

In the most twisted way possible, you had gotten your wish. You were special. 

“It’s okay, don’t fight it. I’ll look after you,” Jin whispered, his familiar words taking on an entirely new meaning as you lost the tension in your body. Your arms that were locked out, pushing you away from him, collapsed and allowed him to pull you into his chest.

You could feel his nose pressed against your hair, his hands soothing over your back, his lips lightly pressed against your forehead. He was acting like nothing had changed, like the two of you had never left that place. Like you would be able to relax in his embrace.

Before, your room had been a part of your insomnia. Now, you were certain you would never be able to sleep again. 

Your world was almost nothing like it had been before.

[soraviie]

you don't trust androids.txt

━ type: BTS (hyung line) x f! reader

━ about: android! au, heavy angst, slight fluff, nothing majorly fun 

━ pictures taken from Pinterest  ━ navigation

━ c/w: implied smut, mentions of suicide attempt, mention of near-death experience, mention of losing a limb, a portrayal of poor mental health, undercurrent of dystopian themes, mention of losing bodily autonomy, mention of hating one’s body, mention of depression and anxiety, discrimination against androids

━ wanted to keep this one in the drafts but here it is T-T

NAMJOON: “There’s a ç in Jean Lurçat,” he points out helpfully. His programming suggests it is friendly but the way your teeth grind suggests otherwise. Perhaps…cavities? Humans were prone to them and Namjoon was no medical unit to know any better, he was after all an informational unit. But you don’t seem to be appreciative of that either. 

“Have I done something wrong?” he asks. 

“Contrary what your chip states, being an obnoxious know-it-all is not helpful!” you snap, red rimmed eyes meeting his. “I mean, who do you think you are?”

He blinks. You’ve met dozens of times already, surely you knew who he was. 

“My name is Namjoon,” he points at the tag on his chest. “I am an informational android unit. Here to help.”

“Well, you’re not! Not by nitpicking every single sentence I write!” you hissed and despite it not being expected, he experienced an operational error. If a sudden simulated pang of sadness could be called that. 

He rarely gets to talk to anyone in the museum and over the course of these weeks with you coming in and out of the building, he’d assumed, naively, that he’d made a friend for the first time in his life. Or existence rather, he corrects. Androids were not alive hence they could have no, well, life. 

“I apologize,” he bows curtly and leaves, shoulders slumped. You watch after him feeling like the grandest asshole in the world. 

“That’s because you are,” you chide yourself before slamming the multi-kilogram art book closed shut. 

A week passes and despite it not being a part of his programming, Namjoon is sulking. You’re nowhere to be seen. Maybe you avoided him due to it being awkward. Or maybe you just flat out hated him. The operational error occurs again - it makes his stomach feel like a gaping hole in spite of him knowing it was full of wires and memory cards. Perhaps he should be checked for bugs. 

“Excuse me,” a thin voice appears behind him and he finds you shifting from one foot to another, a gift in hand. 

“Hello!” he greets you pleasantly, face contorting in a dimpled smile before recalling last week and lets it deflate quite fast. 

“Are you in need of assistance?”

“No, I came here to say “thank you” and apologize. It was rude of me to insult you. I’m just…” you exhaled, shivering faintly to yourself with nerves. “I moved here only recently and I’m not used to androids. Not that it is any excuse for my behaviour. It was cruel, I apologize.”

“Accepted,” Namjoon graciously nods along, the weird bug in his stomach evaporating into thin air. He glances down at the anxiously clutched gift bag. 

“Is that from your family? Was your thesis accepted?”

You glimpse at it almost self-consciously. 

“It did. You caught onto all the mistakes so there were no objections from the superiors hence…thank you. You were not being an irritating know it all but…helpful,” you offer him a small smile and he encounters a different sort of bug, this one gnaws on his chest. “It’s for you.”

Astounded, he gently accepts the bag and peers inside. No one has ever given him anything. Inside there sits a folded shirt. The quality of the cloth is to his liking and on the tag he spots the name of the company specializing in android wear. It must have cost a small fortune. 

“I thought at first to give you a book but you probably already know everything and then I remembered you wear the same clothes every day but I didn’t know which colour-”

“It is perfect,” Namjoon interrupts, his wires suggesting that the limit of his smile has reached the maximum capacity. “Thank you, ________.”

You squirm but then frown. 

“Why is your face so red?”

“Uh…an operational error,” he lies. trying to appear sincere. “Will I be seeing you here?” 

“Would you like to?” demurely,  you question and he eagerly nods. 

“Very much.”

YOONGI: “So at which point you thought to inform me?!” you shrieked though it came out more like a hysteric squeak. But who wouldn’t be upset when their boyfriend, previously assumed as human, factory reset himself whilst being balls deep into your guts. 

“Baby, I can explain,” he begins, cautiously inching himself across the bed but you throw yourself against the headboard, clutching the sheets to your chest. Not that there was anything left to hide anymore.

“You better!” you yelled. “You knew from the very first meeting! I don’t trust androids!”

He licks his lips guiltily. He looks human. Acts like one too yet even so you can’t help but feel like an utter dimwit for being fooled like this.

“I know, I know,” he mutters guiltily, running long fingers through the orange hair. He said he dyed it. Bud did he? Did it matter? What else did he lie about?

“And I’m sorry for that! I meant to tell you. I did! But you wouldn’t have me if you knew early on and I liked you so much. I…love you so much.”

His gaze lands to sit dead onto your eyes, a feat for Yoongi indeed and despite expecting to see some blue lights, cogs and wires stretched beneath the artificial material there’s nothing but the familiar brown staring back.

“No fair,” you grumble. “Busting out the L-word.”

He chuckles fondly - a sound you adore even after this mindfuck.

“Can’t risk you running away from me.”

Gingerly, he touches your knee and you flinch.

“It may be a synthetic skin but it’s real,” he whispers moving to softly cup your cheek. “I’m the same Yoongi you’ve always known.”

Unwillingly, your body relaxes as he does his magic, fingers grazing through your hair in a monotone, calming motion. His ultra-effective weapon to having you be soft.

“But how can you…feel?” incredulous yet truthful, you ponder out loud. “You run on…programming…?”

“I’ve been a free android for twenty years,” he insists. “All my "programming” has rusted so much it’s running independent like a human brain would. No exterior orders.“

"So what was that?” you abruptly plank attempting to demonstrate his sudden seizure. “What was that all about?”

“Oh,” he laughs timidly, the gummy smile on show and ears flushing pink. You wonder if there’s wiring there as well but then simply let the matter rest. “I realized I love you, want to spend my life together with you and I…I freaked.”

“Good or a bad freakout?”

He leans in to peck your lips.

“Good,” he mutters in between kisses. “Very, very good.”

JIN: “Want to hear a joke about pizza?”

“No.”

“Good, it’s too cheesy.”

You could physically feel your eyes roll 360 degrees around your skull. The recovery and betterment android unit, J-I-N-100, levels you down with a thoroughly displeased scowl.

“Why aren’t you laughing?” he frowns. “I specifically requested it.”

“Fault in the program,” you slighted, moving to adjust the IV drip.

“Ah! A derogatory reference to my existence. How very original.”

His face and tone is neutral, for all intents and purposes he could have just recounted the level of precipitation outside. That’s what’s wrong with them, you think to yourself, how quickly they can go back to being robotic. And frankly, it’s not all androids you can’t stand to be around, it’s this specific unit that’s been making your life a miserable hell, even further than it was.

Losing a limb, a leg, in this case, was hard. It still continues to be hard. The bitterness that seeps from the court decision - the overruling of a criminal penalty for the drunk driver who’d mowed you over was a bottomless well. On top of that, churning away at a hospital, trying to regain the simple ability to walk using a prosthetic leg made you claw at the walls frequently enough and then this thing came.

The jokes you could tolerate, barely but still, but you couldn’t, couldn’t handle to watch him get his palm crushed one day and then without a care in the world church it away, grab a new one like a brochure at a religious congregation, given away like candy, and stuck it onto himself. No recovery period, no shock, no trauma. Brush it off, move on. How could you not hate him when he joked to you all day long as you fell out of bed or fell walking due to the simple fact that you were human.

Pain was the basis of all life and he felt none. To be in the presence of something that was not alive yet acted as though it was…unnerving. Deeply unnerving yet humanity had already moved past being the only humanoids, moved past the notion of disgust for artificial intelligence, leaving you to choke alone on the bouts of spontaneous rage.

All you heard whenever he opened his mouth was “tiny, pathetic human, wriggling around like a worm”.

“You bent your leg the wrong way,” he points out and your head twitches upwards, removing the crayon-coloured painting of yours from your vision. It’s now brimming with his face, one he said is of course mechanically engineered as it was perfect. He was perfect. A thing he often remarked on.

“What?”

“Your leg,” he repeats slowly as though talking to a child. “It’s made of a similar structure as my legs, if you bend the knee in that position, it’ll wear out the joint wiring.”

You hadn’t even thought about that. This leg…this leg doesn’t belong to you. It’s like him. An alien object lodged onto you. A parasite.

“Here, lemme fix that,” he reaches and on the brink of hurling, you kick yourself away, falling onto the floor. Android unit J-I-N appears almost startled.

“Don’t touch me! Do not touch me! Get out!”

“I can’t!” he objects weakly. “I’m your personal betterment unit if you reject me, I’ll be -”

“I DON’T CARE! GET OUT!”

For an android, purposefully wired being not meant to experience fear, he looks terrified. And that expression haunts you.

Waking up in the midst of a deep night is nothing new. Doctors said the traumatic event of nearly dying and then losing a limb will give you hours upon hours of unslept nights. Walking was still difficult, especially in the dark of the hospital where everything was quiet and creepy. Usually, J-I-N-100 would help you, asked or not, guide you to the bathroom, or fetch you a glass of water but after kicking him out he hadn’t shown for the entirety of the day.

You wander the halls blindly and then the knee jerks on its own and you find yourself on the floor.

“Fucking shit.”

Trying to push yourself off the linoleum, you faintly hear a peculiar noise. A strangled noise of crying. At first, you dismiss it. It was a hospital people cried day and night, every hour of the week but the sound is so terrified, so broken you couldn’t bear to continue the asshole routine.

Following it, you stumble upon the escape stairs, grey and empty and in the middle of them sits unit J-I-N-100. Crying. An android crying. A sight you never assumed was possible.

“Uh…are you okay?” you dumbly ask.

He hides his face away, shoulders shaking before a venomous hiss flies your way.

“Why do you care? I’m a machine.”

You stand awkwardly.

“If this is about what I said, just ask for them to transfer you to a different patient-”

He abruptly laughs loudly and dryly, a laugh of no amusement.

“You don’t understand do you, human? There are no transfers for androids. If we don’t satisfy our patient, there are no do-overs! I’ll be sent to the HQ and be,” his voice drops into a hush. “Be disassembled.”

For an android that was death. You didn’t like him but for him to die due to your displeasure was tyrannical.

“I’m sorry,” you gasp. “I-I didn’t know.”

“You don’t know anything,” he accuses heatedly and you couldn’t blame him.

“No, I don’t.”

There’s a beat of stilted silence.

“You hate that leg of yours because it’s like me. It’s strange. An alien organism. You hate for having these parts but they are not mine. Every part of me belongs to someone else. My eyes, my ears, my legs have been replaced thousand times over. This body is not my own and yet I’m forced to reside in it. Do you have any idea what that feels like?”

Abruptly, all his magnanimous tirades about having the most perfect body make sense in another kind of way. He must have been trying to convince himself of liking it when the truth couldn’t be any further away. Your words now feel sickening and a surge of want, to protect, to shield this android, makes you almost dizzy.

But he doesn’t care for it. Not anymore.

“Please, leave,” he asks. The sound of his voice is broken, worn to its absolute limit. “If I’m around you it is my programming to smile and I don’t want to smile anymore.”

You oblige and close the door to the staircase quietly behind yourself.

To be home again was to experience bliss. Your small, overcluttered apartment had never appeared like the gate of heaven itself. The smell, even the crowded look into the smog-ridden city below is pure ecstasy. Putting the crotches down you sink into the sofa, nearly crying at the comfort of unity. But then that grading, awful sound interrupts your ecstasy. A fucking neighbour. Grabbing the crutch, you’re already prepared to beat these annoying motherfucking neighbours into the next planet only to find J-I-N standing on the other side.

His expression is murderous.

“Why did you do that?”

Timidly, you shift in the doorway.

“I was trying to help.”

“You lied!” he cries out. “You chased down the board members of the android unit assignment, harassed them for hours and then lied to their faces that I’m the most adequate, most perfect unit in the facility!”

“Did it work?”

He calms down, hands coming to stand still by his thighs.

“It did. No unit has ever reached such a score.”

You nod.

“But you hated me…” he breathes, even without any visible cogs, you can see how the logic of your action is not computing in his brain. “You literally hated me all this time.”

“I don’t wish you death. I would never want that!” frustrated you trying to run a hand through your hair only to remember it is supposed to hold a crotch now. “It’s just my fragile human psyche. I’m sorry for it and I’m sorry you have to go through everything. It’s horrible.”

He seems to be beaten into a state of stupor only to shrug.

“It…It is what it is.”

“It shouldn’t have to be.”

For a while, there is only the muted sound of either of you trying to make some sort of conversation.

“Because of what you did, they’re reassigning me. Private health field, I’m a home care unit now.”

“That’s…great,” you weakly surmise. You don’t actually know if it’s great or not. There’s a lot you don’t know. Maybe it was high time to fix that.

“Wait does this mean you’ll be reassembled?!”

“No,” J-I-N shakes his head. “No, reassembling or disassembling. Home care units change very little. Just a little update and I’ll be sparkly new.”

“Perfected the perfection,” you try to joke and he chuckles weakly almost sounding surprised that someone might amuse him and not the other way around.

“Do you…” he shakes with nerves and you grow ever more astounded. He was so alive. A very peculiar android, one who couldn’t give it credit for his programming. Whatever happened that made J-I-N, he was different. Perhaps he made himself different.

“Do you need a home care android? Your recovery period is almost a year.”

“They sent me a catalogue but I haven’t gone through it yet,” you throw your head at the inside of your apartment.

“May…I apply for the job?”

You blink at his demureness.

“But I’m awful.”

“You were,” he agrees. “But you’ve got an update and besides I’m in need of employment.”

“I…” you think it over. In spite of not getting along, you still had grown at least accustomed to him. And J-I-N was far more gracious than you would have been in his situation.

“I’m okay with that. Are you?”

“Yeah,” he squeezes a small smile. “You’re not the worst human on the planet anymore.”

“Thanks,” you snort.

“Also fair warning, this update will contain nearly 68GB of various puns and jokes for the sake of breaking the ice with the patient.”

You feel a part of yourself shrivel and die with that information, still, you force out a polite -

“Looking forward to it.”

HOSEOK: “But…but what am I supposed to do with him?!” as quietly as possible, you hiss into the phone where a woman sighs at your incessant questions.

“He is a mental health android unit, treat him like an app or something.”

“He’s not an app!” you argue with some heat. “He is an android! A being! One you sent to my home without my consent.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have tried to slit your wrists open at a workplace,” she snides and drops the phone, leaving you open-mouthed at the sheer audacity before slamming the phone down into the kitchen counter.

“Your levels of adrenaline and anger are out of the norm. Should I help you to relax?” the android’s voice pops up unexpected right beside you and you scream.

The last thing you wanted after being discharged from a mental institute is to be observed. Like a zoo animal. What will it do if one does this? What will it do if one pokes it in this spot?

“No, please, it is not necessary,” you trail off, fear gripping you whole. This thing will live you. For three months, there will be a stranger, designed to hover over you like a Damocles sword. You couldn’t even feel safe in your own home when it was anxiety in the first place that wore you down so much you wanted to escape it in any way you could.

The mental health unit leans its head to the side. He looks very human, it must be the absolute prime model and somehow it’s even more disturbing. It’s a humanoid that was not human and that knowledge activates some primal terror gifted by your ancestors. You’re choking on your tongue.

“I’ll just use the bathroom,” you force out and make a run for it.

It takes hours for you to exit, shaking on the tile floor was time-consuming and finding the android unit freely moving through your space doesn’t put you at any ease.

“What are you doing?” you rasp.

He turns around, beaming wide and you shudder.

“Making dinner,” he replies cheerfully. “Your file suggested it will be one of my duties.”

In his hands, there sits a cup. It’s your favourite cup. It wasn’t passed from generations, it wasn’t a gift and it wasn’t really that expensive. It had a chip in the side and you bought it essentially from a flea market but it still is your favourite cup. One he has usurped like your peace in your own home.

“Please, don’t..don’t touch my stuff.”

The smile falls from his face and noticing your intent, scared gaze at the cup he places it down.

“But I…I have to make you dinner.”

“You don’t. I’ll do it on my own.”

He blinks, struggling to understand. It goes against his programming, while the emotional core of his does state he should instantaneously assume greater distance. He was creating unease, something he was not engineered to do and the two clashing commands were rapidly wearing down his operational core.

“I can…run you a bath. Baths are beneficiary for human beings.”

The thought of undressing in front of him, of being that vulnerable, nearly makes you gag.

“No, please, just do nothing.”

“If I do nothing, my dispatchers will think you don’t want me.”

“I don’t want you. I’m scared of you.”

His mouth despite it being an impossibility runs dry.

“You’re scared of me?” he echoes weakly.

“You’re a stranger invited into my house without my consent. Of course, I’m scared of you!”

“Right,” he buffers. “I-I…I’ll log myself off in the hallway. Will that make you feel better?”

It’s probably cruel, nevertheless, you nod. You couldn’t be around anyone and despite the opinion of general denizens, androids did count as someone.

Shoulders slumped, he dragged himself away before plopping to sit by the door and proceeding not to move. It was creepy.

At night, you hear him moving around and shivering underneath the blanket from the rampaging onslaught of paranoia, you could not relax for a single second.

Weeks pass and the mental health unit keeps an intrepid vigil to keep out of your way. You don’t even know where he is at times as he occupies no room and makes no noise but at times you almost forget he is there. He still performs some menial tasks when you’re away either being tested or taking a prescribed walk and exercise class. Your floors are too clean and when you fail to make food for yourself it magically appears, though you note that they’re not served in your dishes and neither your pots nor pans were ever used again.

Coming home late one night, you step over the threshold and find it empty and dark, abandoned almost but on the counter there sits a cupcake with a simple note attached.

“I’m very proud of you, ______________.”

Heat rushes to your eyes and your throat tightens. You can’t even recall when was the last time anyone said they’re proud of you.

“Umm…mental health android?” you call out. He didn’t even have a name you realize. He wore no badge and there was nothing in his introductory form. “Mental health android?”

No response. Perhaps, he left. You gave him no order, maybe it somehow messed with his programming so bad he left. You rifle through the apartment high and low, in the end, finding him crouched in the broom closet. It’s an awfully minuscule space, not suitable for anyone, be it an android, human or a cat but it is the only space in the entirety of your home, you did not look into. Just how long had he slept here for your convenience.

You lean down and shake him but he does not wake.

“Sir? Sir?” you shake him harder but you might as well be handling a ragdoll. “Sir? Please, wake up.”

At that, his eyes pop open and you screech from the abruptness of the motion, falling on your backside. He rushes to help you up but pulls his hand away at the last second, conflictedly squirming in the place.

“Are you okay? Are you in distress?” he questions nervously and you gather yourself off the floor.

“No, I’m just…” you sigh. “You shouldn’t sleep in the broom closet. It’s too small.”

“It was the only hiding place. I would not scare you there. You would not see me.”

Something in the innocent explanation, so purely kind-hearted, mellows your own.

“Please, use the living room.”

He nods stiffly.

“Also uhm…” unwillingly, tears pool in your eyes. “Thank you for the cupcake. Did you…make it?”

He shakes his head sadly and solemnly.

“You did not give me permission to use your things, so I bought it.”

“With what money?” as far as you knew androids couldn’t pride themselves on the biggest income.

“I work odd jobs at times,” he shyly confesses. “If I earn enough money, I can apply for citizenship and become a self-sustained android.”

“You used that money to…” you choke. “To buy me a cupcake.”

“To buy you all food and the flowers by your bedside table.”

He shrugs it off with such ease like it’s not by far one of the kindest things you’ve seen a humanoid do.

“Oh, no, don’t cry!”

Too late you’re absolute sobbing your heart out. About everything. When you were little you thought it will be such a dream. It wasn’t. It wasn’t a dream at all.

He once again reaches to hug you, probably due to his programming but holds himself back, to be respectful, however, you hug him first, not caring anymore that his skin is synthetic and his brain is made of chops. You just need someone to connect with. Any connection, any at all would be bliss and this android has shown you unbridled kindness no humans in your life would.

When you’ve cried out half the hurt, not all but a decent chunk, a steaming cup of chamomile tea, served in your favourite mug sits in front of you as the rain taps against the window. It’s easier to breathe. The android sits unsure at the edge of the sofa, uncertain what his next action should be.

“Do you have a name?” you ask, twiddling with the edge of the blanket.

“I’m a mental health care android unit 9876Q36x/3.”

“Right. Have you considered choosing a name?”

If he wanted to be a self-governed android, the idea of freedom must be constant in his mind.

“I did,” he slowly says as though it’s a secret. “Hoseok.”

“It’s a lovely name.”

He offers a gentle smile and you feel for once a bit better.

“Thank you, _______________. I like your name as well.���

 © soraviii/soraviie 2022-2023

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

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1. Hi there, I'm looking for a Jiang Cheng time travel story. I don't remember the how or why but it was during the Sunshot campaighn and he remembered that Wei Wuxian didn't seem to suffer any symptom to Demonic Cultivation after his marriage to Lan Wangji, contributing it to his healing songs, and planned to have Lan Wangji marry into Lotus Pier this time... @krysaniar

NOT FOUND! Brother-In-Law's by ILikeReading101 (M, 305k, JYL/JZX, JC/WQ, wangxian, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con, sexual assault, butterfly effect, memories, self doubt / self harm, angst w happy ending, fluff, rape recovery, everyone lives au, PTSD, unhealthy coping mechanism, depression, emotional manipulation, second chances, WIP)

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

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2. Hi! I'd love if you could help me find fic that might or might not exist. I don't know if i imagined it myself somehow or i actually read something similar but it was about how wangxian were getting frisky and ayuan finds them and gets mad at wwx because he thinks wwx is hurting rich gege. That's it, that's all i remember. I have found fics where it's the opposite and ayuan is mad at lwj instead but that is not what I'm looking for. Is there a fic like that? Or fics similar to that premise? It can be canon or modern timeline. I just need something where ayuan throws a fit because he thinks wwx was trying to hurt or fight lwj, poor wwx. Thanks. 😊 (also in a itmf)

SIMILAR! No Talk of Milky Thighs by DeviyudeThoolika (E, 87k, WangXian, ChengQing, XiYao, MingLi, past WWX/others, past LWJ/others, Bickering husbands, Modern With Cultivation, Pining while fucking, BAMF WWX, Arranged Marriage, YLLZ WWX, BAMF YLLZ, Protective WWX, Protective LWJ, Good Sibling JC, exes to married, Exes to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Everyone Loves WWX) although it doesn't fully fit what you're looking for, a fic that i recommend is No Talk of Milky Thighs by DeviyudeThoolika. Specifically, Chapter 28: Sex Education. Sizhui sees WWX push LWJ, then LWJ tackles him to the floor hehe. But Sizhui doesn't get mad, instead, he and Jingyi try to uncover, analyze this case of rough physical interaction between his parents 😅 The fic is funny, hot, and exciting especially the wedding 😁

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3. Hello! Can you please help find this fic? I don't remember much. I thing wq make a deal with sushoot soldier that she will give yiling to them in exchange of her famaly and her safety. Wwx fights with a bow and killed wzl using a bow in battle at yiling. I think that jc knows about golden core transfer because he awakened at close at the end of procedure. Thats all that i can remember. Thank you!!

FOUND! Justified in Knowledge by Comfect (G, 50k, JC & WWX, JC/WQ, wangxian, WWX & WQ, WQ & WN, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Fix-It, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer, Everyone Lives AU, except like WRH and WC, And probably a cast of thousands because its a war)

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4. Thank God for fic finders! Hopefully you can help me find this one bc I've been dying to reread it.

This fic is a sci-fi Au, with Ship Commander LWJ and Inventor?/Engineer? WWX It opens up with WWX escaping captivity from the Jins, who kept him prisoner for 13 years, making him invent for them, and forcing him/torturing him with android? body modifications.

Specifically, he was also kept close to JGY, which gave him an opportunity to escape at some sort of large Space Federation Meeting that LWJ and his ship were attending. WWX is caught by LWJ during his attempted escape and is brought back into LWJs ship, where they are then chased by the jins the rest of the story. I can't remember much about the rest of the story besides the general WWX whump, wangxian being sand and horny for each other, and their ship being hunted down by the jins. The other sect leaders are in the background in their own ships

I hope it's still out there and didn't get deleted, I haven't had any luck finding it in ao3s science fiction tags

Thanks for the great work you guys do! @homosexualhooligan

FOUND! Stars bring us apart (Stars pull us together) by Sixlayerhouse (sixlayerhouse) (E, 124k, WangXian, ChengSang, Hurt/Comfort, (Vaguely) Star Trek AU, Psychological Trauma, PTSD, Body modifications, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Recovery, married!wangxian)

not FOUND! To the Edge of the Stars (And Back Again) by AnaraneSindanarie (E, 24k, wangxian, 3zun, graphic depictions of violence, space au, space force, slow burn, angst)

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5. Hi? Please help me find this fic: in this wei wuxian sacrifices himself to bring another wei ying to his body from another universe, because his lan wangji died. I remember that the other wy's lwj died too, when he tried to save wy's parents maybe? And at first lan zhan was wary of him, not believing that he was anither wei wuxian, but when he tried to fight with him, he finally believed it. I've been searching for this at least an hour and i can't find it. Thank you guys, you are lifesavers❤️❤️

For #5 unfortunately it was not that. It was canon settings. Some things i remember: before yllz sacrifices himself, he kidnaps hanguangjun, and when the other wei ying wakes up in his body and frees him, he immadietly knocks him out and takes him back the cloud recesses. From there wei ying escapes and the jiangs find him at the side of the road and they believe him, that he is not the yllz. Thanks for the reccomend tough, i'll check the fic♥

not FOUND 134340 by silverclaw (M, 18k, WangXian, Space, Space Opera, Heavy Angst, Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Closure, Parallel Universes, Coco the robot, Hopeful Ending, in terms of closure and healing, parallel!lwj and wwx form a bond, mentions of captivity, dystopian themes)

FOUND? Transverse by Kytrin, Mslead (E, 192k, WangXian, ChengSang, ZhuiLing, ZhenYi, Dimension Travel, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Enemies to Lovers, Transmigration, Past Lives, Canon-Typical Death, Don't worry - he gets better)

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6. Hi!!! I'm looking for a fic where alpha Lwj thinks ômega Wwx is a fuckboy. He decides to have one night with Wwx to see if his feelings might disappear. Wwx, who is not a fuckboy at all, thinks Lwj is in love with him too, and confesses to him some time after their one night, but Lwj turns him down rather cruelly, even insinuating he is promiscuous. He regrets it once Wwx starts crying. I also remember Wc/Wx said something about Wwx, and Lwj got into a physical fight with him before going to apologize to Wwx.

Hi, it's number 6 from the lqst foc finder. It's not the threadfic by Kizukatana. It was not a threadfic, it was on ao3.

sounds like it might have been a threadfic by Kizukatana on Twitter, but i don't remember exactly

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7. Hi! I'm looking for a fic! Basically, the fic starts off with wwx dead. He died when the wens came to lotus pier and madam yu had him whipped, his hand cut off, and thrown into the river. LZ is called to play inquiry for him by JY and JC. They find out that he's been hanging around as a ghost/river god and they're afraid he's turning resentful. Later they find out that the new bead disciple has been doing all the stuff they had suspected wwx of doing when the head disciple kills his own brother. Wwx ends up taking over the body of the brother and coming back to life to bring him justice and he gets to keep the body! Over time he starts to look more and more like himself without the wounds he died with.

Madam Yu gets frozen as punishment for all her bull.

LZ and WWX end up getting married and on their wedding night they go to the jin sect and check on JZ who they find out has been getting poisoned by MY who was setting up MZ.

They also find the wen remnants at a labor camp and save them.

In this fic, wwx is very strong, maintaining the power he had when he was a river god.

Thank you for any help!!! @koilily

FOUND? 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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8. Hey, can you please help me find this fic?

WWX is the son of HuaLian.Something happens and LWJ betrays him or something? I think it was bcuz of an illusion or something by JGY?

Then WWX creates a new sect w/ XXC and SL.

A-Yuan and someone else are called something twins cause they fight together so well.

The heiresses from Phoenix and Mermaid clans want to marry WWX and try to court him.

Thank you for your time 🌼🌼@utxqia​

FOUND? Crown Prince of The Two Realms by Jeon977873

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9. Please help me find this angsty modern Wangxian fanfic - It starts with LWJ and WWX as college roommates to (secret) lovers but then WWX has to leave him due to the Wen clan; Madame Yu helps him change his identity and leave the countr. Few years later he resurfaces as a pretend fiance of Wen descendent to overthrow WRH. He has an uncanny resemblance to WWX which he constantly denies; until the old college friends have a reunion & a game of drunk truth/dare where WWX slips up & LWJ/WWX reunite.

FOUND? Talk Hard by DeviyudeThoolika (E, 161k, wangxian, JYL/LXC, JZX/WQ, JC/MM, modern, college/university au, roommates, falling in love, getting together, separations, getting back together, BAMF WWX, protective WWX, drunk LWJ, good parent YZY, pining, fluff, politics, hurt/comfort, slow burn)

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10. Hello!

Please can I ask for help with finding a MDZS fanfic - I have been looking for days to find this angsty Wangxian fanfic on AO3 but I don't have an account and I seem to have lost my browser history as well! I will try to summarise as best I can..The fic is based in a modern world, but the rivalry in cultivation sects still exist. It starts with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian as college roommates, where LWJ is very introverted and one day he gets hurt/beaten up by the Wen clan and WWX takes care of him, then he slowly starts warming up and spending time with WWX's friends - NHS, MianMian and JC. WWX is oblivious to LWJ's feelings initially but eventually they become boyfriends but none of their friends know about their relationship. Then one day WWX has to go away because of the Wens (I can't remember exactly how, but Madame Yu helps him escape, change his identity and pretend to have disappeared off the face of the earth). He goes through a lot of different jobs but also joins some secret forces and becomes very skilled in defence and weapons. Few years later, he surfaces again with a whole new identity (I think as MXY?) as a pretend fiance of a long-lost Wen descendant to try and overthrow the tyranny of WRH. He looks exactly like WWX but they manage to convince everyone he is not and just has an uncanny resemblance to him. LWJ is convinced it is actually WWX but WWX keeps his distance to keep LWJ safe. Eventually the truth comes out when the whole friend group decides to go out on a holiday and play a game of drunken truth and dare. Here WWX confesses his first love and how they got together in college which gives him away; he stops trying to pretend he isn't WWX. There is a very sweet reunion scene with LWJ and WWX but it ends up with them arguing. At this holiday, they get attacked by goons sent by the Wens and WWX get out to defend them - this point is where I lost the fic :'( @wingedangelthing

FOUND? Talk Hard by DeviyudeThoolika (E, 161k, wangxian, JYL/LXC, JZX/WQ, JC/MM, modern, college/university au, roommates, falling in love, getting together, separations, getting back together, BAMF WWX, protective WWX, drunk LWJ, good parent YZY, pining, fluff, politics, hurt/comfort, slow burn)

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11. Hello! I'm looking for a fic I read ages ago and only remember very little of. I think it was either a war prize or arranged marriage fic? But that could be wrong. What I do remember is that when wwx kills the big bad, everyone expects him to take the crown and be evil or something, but he immediately turns and offers the throne/crown/sword/whatever it was to lwj. Help? Thank you so much for all the wonderful work you do!! @deathdefyinglifeleaps

#11 Oooh, that’s a good one, but not the one I’m looking for. Thank you for reminding me that this one exists, though! (Also, sorry I’m wicked late to this? Not sure how I missed it… my bad.)

Not FOUND pitiful destiny, point your finger at me by sassybluee (E, 66k, WangXian, Royalty, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Arranged Marriage, Pining while fucking, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Secret Identity, Under-negotiated Kink, Donghua YLLZ, CQL LWJ, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Identity Porn, Porn With Plot, Resentacles, YL WWX, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note) Im not sure, but... Try it?

FOUND? to porcelain, to ivory, to steel by sunsandships (E, 27k, WangXian, Vaguely Game of Thrones Inspired, Arranged Marriage, top!WWX, top!LWJ, Dubious Consent, Intercrural Sex, Oral Sex, Breathplay)

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12. Hi! I am looking for an amnesia fic, and it wasn't in your compilation. All I got to read was the 1st chapter, Wei Ying wakes up in the hospital and can't remember the last decade of his life - he thinks he's still in college. He doesn't recognize the people who are in his room, and wonders where the Jiangs are, and freaks out when one of them - Lan Zhan - says he's his husband.

not FOUND but the days, they will blur by TheGirlWithTheKite (E, 60k, wangxian, modern, temporary amnesia, hospitalization, cat accidents, kind of college/university au, flashbacks, repressed memories, recovered memories, character deaths, smut, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, kid fic, established relationship, getting together, pining, miscommunication, distrust, insecurity)

FOUND! When I Was Older by jadztone (E, 60k, WangXian, Modern AU, Amnesia, Angst with a Happy Ending, low key pre-slash zhuiling)

not FOUND High On Information by Latigra (M, 110k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, Hurt/Comfort, Amnesia, Established Relationship, Injury Recovery, Family Drama, Set in USA, Shitty US Healthcare System is Good for Fictional Drama, Modern AU, mild body horror, Traumatic Brain Injury, Warnings at End Notes, Past Drug Use, ADHD, Jealousy, Dom/sub Undertones)

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13. Hi! Thank you for all the work you do, could you please help me find a fic? It was wangxian, after the war for sure, I remember JGY was blackmailing WWX into obedience and silence by threatening JL at Koi Tower, it featured NMJ and NHS in major roles. I think someone was horrified that WWX didnt think he was allowed to get mail? Or he didnt think he was allowed to reply? WWX was a prisoner somewhere and he was treated decently, just very isolated. Something like that, Im sorry I dont remember more and I hope Im not conflating two fics into one… (rest of ask in an itmf)

FOUND! Always walked a very thin line by tucuxi (T, 22k, NHS & WWX, JYL & WWX, WangXian)

For 13, I can't seem to find the fic but I remember it! It's a post-Qiuongqi Path AU where WWX surrenders on the condition that the Wen are safe (I think they go with the Lans?). And he ends up swearing not to use cultivation of any variety and becomes the prisoner of the Nie, but JGY threatens Jin Ling and Jiang Yanli if he shares any secrets he shouldn't and also arranges for his letters to be stolen.

There's also a scene where WWX comes clean to LXC about no longer having a golden core because LXC was trying to get him to play cleansing for NMJ and won't take no for an answer until WWX tells him that he *can't*

Hopefully that'll jog someone's else's memory!

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14. Hello, I lost a 🦊xian - 🐉ji fic. They didnt know each other, but somehow they spend a night. Later foxxian has eggs. He dont know who’s the father until kids grow horn. I remember jiangs call lans about kids. When they come to yungmeng, wei ying dont let to Lan Zhan come near the kids. Does this sound familiar to you? @nursnus

Pretty sure this is one Twitter fic I've partly read 🤔🤔 will see if I can find the link to it

FOUND? This Twitter thread by cerbykerby (dub con, mpreg, memory loss, fox WWX, dragon LWJ) I'm like 99% sure it's this one

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15. Hi! I just remembered a fic I read when I was new in the fandom but I lost it long ago. I remember that madam yu forgives wang lingjiao during the attack to lotus pier and convinces her to switch sides, and later wlj marries jiang cheng. Hopefully someone here knows it 🙏🏼 thank yall so much

FOUND! Everything But a Father by mercyandmagic (M, 97k, LXC/JGY, WangXian, happy sibs, angst, fluff, happy yunmeng trio)

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16. Hi there! I've been wanting to re-read a fic and was hoping someone knew what it was, because I can't seem to find it by tag or among my bookmarks where it should be.

Wei Ying is starting a new (music, I think) school and ends up in a fancy, soundproofed suite with lan zhan as a room mate. At first he thinks LZ is ignoring him, but eventually figures out that LZ is deaf and just wears the headphones to keep most people from approaching him because he doesn't want people to know. Wei Ying begins learning sign language and adjusts his interactions with Lan Zhan to account for his inability to hear without letting on that he knows.

Later in the fic, they end up playing music together, they get together, there's a dinner or something with Lan Quiren, and Wei Ying finds out that Lan Zhan had specifically chosen WY out of the prospective options to be his room mate, but I can't remember the exact reason. The fic may have been unfinished, and I'm hoping it wasn't taken down!

Thanks much! @tevokkia

FOUND! Comfortable Silence by WritersBlock823 (rdlaserna) (E, 65k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, modern, college/university au, deaf musician LWJ, musician WWX, pining, smut, bottom LWJ, fluff, sexual harassment, blood & violence, angst w happy ending) If ever u wanna find it again, it is in the deaf lan zhan tag🩵

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17. Hello, wonderful WangxianFicFinder mods. I find myself looking for a fic I read quite a while ago. It was a Lan Wangji pov fic (I think) post canon, where he reflects on the age difference between him and Wei Wuxian and gets maudlin about it. At some point, they travel together and end up at the edge of the desert and LWJ takes some time alone in the desert to reflect and is joined/found by WWX later and they resolve their relationship issue. My history is too long I can't find it T_T. Help… @kinoumenthe

It was post resurrection, not modern :)

the worrying about age difference is right, that's the part I was remembering, but there's no desert in this one I think ? I maybe be squishing two different fics together in my mind…

Oof, I remember reading this one, LWJ was traveling in chief cultivator business iirc

the-marathon-continues-nip: #17, is this post resurrection and set in canon or is it modern?

Not FOUND The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal!LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide)

NOT FOUND! Bitter Plants Bearing Sweet Fruit by Kryal (M, 83k, WangjXian, canon-typical horror elements, Worldbuilding, Desert, Misuse of Historic Setting, Original Character Death(s), Case Fic, aftermath of canon, Established Relationship, Nothing Explicit But Shameless Innuendo) (I'm not sure if this is the fic you've been thinking of since I haven't read it but I thought I'd try after seeing the summary ^^; - Mod C)

FOUND! brighter than the sun by qinghe (ocheeva) hidden in a collection by the author, (E, 21k, wangxian, post-canon, hurt/comfort, implied JC & WWX reconciliation, implied/referenced character death, smut, bottom LWJ, first time bottoming, autistic LWJ, sensory overload)

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18. top of the morning to you! thank you for all your hard work for this community 💜 i'm looking for a fic that includes non-Jiang! Wei Ying who lives in a village of refugees (i think?) after the war. I remember he was a cultivator but he sealed his core and lived like a normal citizen

FOUND! 💖 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)

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19. You guys saved my brain last time, I'm hoping you can save me again! It's Gusu lecture era canon divergence, with LQR is a good teacher. The students hold out against the invading Wens with creativity (WWX), cunning (NHS) and sheer body mindedness (everyone else LOL). The scene I recall most is that WWX has a plan involving resentful energy and is voted down. Eventually the defenders get driven into the caves, with LQR being tortured outside and he refused to give them up. LZ turns to WWX and says what was that plan again? Eventually, the Nies show up to help drive out the Wens. At 5he end, NMJ says something about they would be glad to take their help in the SSC no matter how little they can contribute and LQR says "About that...." It was a one shot probably less than 20k. I've gone though good teacher LQR and equivalents for months, and I'm at page 58 of my AO3 history with no hits. Help!! @mreisse

FOUND! Home Alone by nirejseki (G, 3k, gen, canon divergence, home alone inspired shenanigans, attack on cloud recesses, hurt/comfort)

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20. Greetings Kay and Mojo! I'm searching a fanfic that i read sometime ago, it was from Cloud Recesses Days where WWX teased LWJ soo much that LWJ had to put silencing spell on WWX which he didn't knew was too strong, that result WWX's lips get sealed (poor wwx) and LWJ couldn't undo it. While searching how to undone the spell WWX learned sign language and thus somehow created bond with Jin ZiXuan. Thank you! @let-it-be-rainbow

FOUND? Couldn't Scream Couldn't Shout by mermorgie (T, 42k, WIP, WangXian, Not for jc stans, i tried to not bash jc too much but like, Muteness, Sign Language, references to selective mutism, Homophobic JC, canon jc characteristics, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Anxiety Attacks, Pining, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Supportive Sibling LXC, JZX Tries, LQR Tries, Protective JZX, Scheming NHS, Bisexual, JZX, LWJ is Bad at Communicating, WWX Has ADHD, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Jiāng Family Bashing)

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[dde719]

Oneshots:

Workout- Jungkook x reader- long distance love https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/742986481705058304/an-hope-everyone-enjoyed-it-as-stated-in-my?source=share

Switch- Yoongi x Reader https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/742988668602597376/dont-roast-me-i-was-editing-these-story-covers?source=share

Love on Top- Yoongi x reader- https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/743320323078881280/an-this-was-the-second-story-ive-ever?source=share

Paradise- Ot7 x reader https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/743322454480551936/pairing-ot7-demons-x-yn-brown-skin-girl-written?source=share

Ex-Yoongi x reader- a toxic lover visits her at work. https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/735337263773466624/pairing-yoongi-x-reader-ex-boyfriend-pays-a-visit?source=share

Chef- Namjoon x reader- he's a restaurant owner who needs extra help learning in the kitchen. https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/735480880225812480/in-the-weeds-the-kitchen-is-extremely-busy-and?source=share

Hawaii- Jimin x reader, Jungkook x reader-

Fire & Ice- Hoseok (twins) x reader- au about twins with different abilities

Beasts & the Harlot- Sope x reader- inspired by the song, a night in Vegas Changes Her Life. https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/722794957005570048/beasts-the-harlot?source=share

Jeepers- Namjoons x reader, Hoseok x reader- inspired by Hoseoks' folio, loosely inspired by Jeepers Creepers (AN will make sense.)

Bday- Jungkook x reader, Namjoon x reader- a oneshot done for my besties bday. https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/728136635000160256/bday?source=share

What is he thinking? -Jungkook x reader- a couple unsure whether to keep trying or walk away. https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/735968253760897024/an-i-wrote-this-on-twitter-as-a-prompt-one-of-my?source=share

First- Namjoon x reader (taller girl)-

Completed Au:

Show Me Your Darkness- Hobi x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x reader- angst, infidelity, smut-

AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42641346/chapters/107111691

Wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/story/321507407?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=dde719

A Hopeless Place- Jin x reader, Namjoon x reader, Tae x reader- drug addict finds love in mental institution but it's not all that it seems.

AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43546710/chapters/109488975

Wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/story/326301409?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=dde719

Butterfly Mafia- Yoongi x OC, Jimin x OC

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48339118/chapters/121917094

Completed Fantasy Au:

Fantasm- Jin x reader, Jungkook x reader (brown skin girl, interracial couple🔞 alien au-

AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42703725/chapters/107276787

Wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/story/324094384?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=dde719

Our Lady of Sorrows- Tae x reader(brown skin girl)- Tae is a demon preacher, she's a nun-

AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42950976/chapters/107910789

Wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/story/326307098?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=dde719

Forbidden Desires- J Hope x OC, Jimin x OC- 🔞 the lives and drama that happens in the kingdom of Panem.

AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49791631/chapters/125687737

Wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/story/351364205?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=dde719

***Stories in progress are listed below, will post links here once completed***

At The Bar

The Librarian

Unkept Promises

Baby Momma

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

3zun-Centric One-Shots - MASTERPOST

These fics are either 3zun properly or else focus on one of the pairings within the ship. They're spread across multiple collections, including: Xiyao One-Shots, Prompt Fills, MXTX Reverse Trope Fest, Polyship Week 2022, and Polyship Week 2023.

XiYao:

Take Care Of Me - A quiet but important morning spent together on the run from the Wens (read it on tumblr: X)

Close Your Burning Eyes - Lan Xichen comforts Jin Guangyao the day after his birthday (read it on tumblr: X)

Bite The Hands That Feed - NSFW Dark, possessive Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen who wants to give him anything he wants (mild body horror) (read it on tumblr: X)

Restraint - XiYao must part ways at the beginning of the Sunshot Campaign (inspired by art by littlesmartart) (read it on tumblr: X)

NieYao:

Sworn Protections - Canon divergence in which Jin Guangyao runs from Jinlintai and finds a reluctant home in Qinghe again (based on art by asparklethatisblue) (read it on tumblr: X)

War Manners - Meng Yao loses control of himself for one second and kisses Nie Mingjue on the battlefield during the Sunshot Campaign (read it on tumblr: X)

3zun:

Ring My Bell - NieLan watch Jin Guangyao do some rock climbing at a work retreat (read it on tumblr: X)

Professionally Unprofessional - NieLan compete to see who can headhunt Jin Guangyao away from his father first (read it on tumblr: X)

Performance Art - NSFW, based on the Hysterical Literature performance art project (read it on tumblr: X)

You'll Have To Trust Me - NieLan are injured on a nighthunt and need to rely on Jin Guangyao to get them to safety (inspired by a post by guqin-and-flute) (read it on tumblr: X)

The Shadow's Call - Hurt no comfort, Lan Xichen is in mourning long after canon is over, and fierce corpses NieYao come to claim what's theirs (inspired by a post by universesvisiting) (read it on tumblr: X)

Jaegers Are Not Meant For That - Pacific Rim AU where 3zun learn they're Drift Compatible and sort out their issues real quick in the Drift, written for the trope 'Communication' (read it on tumblr: X)

The Last Piece of a Really Shitty Puzzle - Reincarnation AU in which this isn't the first time they've all reincarnated together and Meng Yao's memories of other lifetimes come back when he sees Nie Mingjue, written for the trope 'Soulhates' (read it on tumblr: X)

Pull No Punches - married XiYao pick up Nie Mingjue as their third, written for the prompt 'Compersion/vee' (read it on tumblr: X)

Awkward and Uptight - broken-up NieYao hook up 'for Lan Xichen's sake' while they're snowed in at a hotel, written for the prompt 'Only one (big) bed' (read it on tumblr: X)

Starlight Within Will Guide - Android!Lan Xichen keeps watch over his beloved human crew as they sleep through deep space flight, written for the prompts 'Sci-fi AU' and 'Growing old' (read it on tumblr: X)

Looking For My Family - Meeting each other's families, with mixed success, written for the prompts 'Meet the family' and 'Domestic fluff' (read it on tumblr: X)

Cut From The Same - Reincarnation AU in which NieYao find themselves returning to a hard-to-reach shrine over and over again, unsure of what they're waiting for until they finally meet him, written for the prompt 'Soulmates' (inspired by a post and art by guqin-and-flute and littlesmartart) (read it on tumblr: X)

[gimmethatagustd]

✨ jai loves you ✨

hi besties,

i hope you're all doing well! i just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for hanging out with me on the internet while i write my lil stories and yell into the void. i reached a follower milestone today, and i always like to use these moments as an opportunity to reflect on how important it is for me to be able to have this safe space to write and share my feelings, and know that there are so many of y'all who are also looking for a safe space to enjoy yourselves. and the idea that we can all do that together?? all of us, from all over the world, such different people? coming together to yell about boys! it's like a giant sleepover with your besties all the time.

anyway. thank you for being here. i can't really put into words what it means to me, but know that i love and appreciate all of you.

in honor of my milestone, please feel free to boss me around (this one's for all my soft!dom followers 😉) by voting on which reader-insert you'd like to see next! i've got plenty of mem x mem wips for the AO3 fests i've joined, but i want to make sure i'm good for all of you who prefer reader-inserts 😌

[leonscape]

24 hour wip poll

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly honestly i have no idea what’s going on all of a sudden people were doing wip polls and now i have been tagged 😸

if you want to join, don’t be shy. we shall acknowledge our neglected wips together 🫶

Rules: make a 24-hr poll with the names of your WIPs and then for whichever wins, write one sentence for each vote it gets

(actually i think i’m just gonna finish the wip and then post it lol)

[robininthelabyrinth]

Ok but now I want the Lao Nie fucks an android space AU.

sequel to this one

No one believed him about the sexbot/android/possible-visitation-by-a-black-hole-generated-eldritch-being thing, which Lao Nie supposed was fair.

He had been on solo travel for ten months, which was about enough time for him to smuggle some stowaway with no ID onto his ship in violation of travel ordinances, fuck her, get her pregnant, have her bear the child to term, have something bad happen to her, and have no choice but to bury her in the deep, a space funeral somewhere where no one would ever find the body, all before returning back to Butchersport (which, yeah, he knew everyone called it the Unclean Realm now, but it was his family’s home, damnit, so he’d call it whatever he wanted) with a baby in tow.

This entire ridiculous sequence of events was apparently seen as the more likely option, even though everyone acknowledged that Lao Nie wasn’t the sort of person to do that. There were a lot of people who thought the relativity storm thing had just given him very specific amnesia so he didn’t remember the exculpatory details, and also that he was very lucky to have gone straight home to Butchersport in Qinghe system because otherwise he would have been arrested for murder.

Not that the charge would’ve stuck, of course.

Lao Nie was the leader of one of the great fleets, his Qinghe Nie family one of the five families that more or less ruled the entire cultivation world with a fist of cubic boron nitride, and out of those five, they were the ones with the reputation for being especially wild. Qinghe Nie fought evil no matter where it was and fought everyone else when no evil was available, that was how the story went; they terrified the living daylights out of those calculator-heart bastards in Lanling Jin manufacturing corps, offended the sensibilities of the monk-like Gusu Lan codex compilers, disturbed the free flow of the Yunmeng Jiang mercantile fleet, who liked to pretend they weren’t the descendants of star pirates, and the less that could be said about their relationship – his relationship, specifically – with the power-grasping energy-core bureaucrats of Qishan Wen, the better.

In short, he could probably cop a dozen far more justifiable murder charges without breaking a sweat, and maybe had, which was probably why no one believed him when he insisted that this time he really hadn’t done anything crooked.

(His sister maybe believed him, but only, she said, because she couldn’t see him thinking that admitting to sleeping with an antique Mark neg-37 sexbot was the less embarrassing explanation compared to a little spot of possible kidnapping, murder, and corpse disposal. She was right, too.)

Anyway, origins aside, little Nie Mingjue, as Lao Nie had decided to call him, passed all his DNA tests with flying colors – as he would later pass all his tests, though they didn’t know that then – and Lao Nie’s family, it turned out, didn’t actually care where he’d managed to get a kid that shared his bloodline, they were just happy he’d finally done it.

Wen Ruohan was pissed about it when he heard, of course, but if he wanted a say in Lao Nie’s procreation habits, he maybe shouldn’t have been such a petty little bitch about the whole break-up thing that had led to the gag gift in the first place. Of course, as was just typical for the bastard, his fuck yous pretty quickly turned into fuck mes and Lao Nie got some pretty A+++ sex out of the whole business, which was satisfying in many senses, not least of all as a reassurance that he could still get it up with a regular normal (well, relatively) human pillow princess even after having had a transcendental experience involving real hinges.

(“I wanted you not to get back together with that asshole,” Lao Nie’s sister moaned. “It was supposed to be a ‘celebrate your freedom and don’t look back’ sort of gift!”

“We’re not back together,” Lao Nie told her, and he even mostly believed it. “It’s no strings attached this time. Really!”)

Still, things were working out pretty well, all things considered. Nie Mingjue had stopped glowing about a week before they’d gotten back to port and generally hadn’t picked it up again, seemingly adjusting to being a human, and it was kind of nice having a kid – it made Lao Nie feel a real connection to something other than his sect and his ‘saber, which was pretty nifty. Plus, Nie Mingjue was like a lucky charm when it came to mechanicals, whether ‘saber or ship or something else; when he was around, nothing ever seemed to break.

(“…you’re right, and I kind of hate that.”

“See, lil sis, I told you it was worth bringing him along!”

“Yeah, but I thought you meant lucky charm as in ‘the crew shows off because there’s a baby to impress’ lucky, not ‘we somehow managed to limp the final three leagues home after a bad night-hunt despite our engine having been literally disconnected from the rest of the ship in what we’re all choosing to call a fit of inexplicable space weird’ lucky, okay? Also, and this is probably just me being incredibly hype on adrenaline, but I would’ve sworn I saw your baby, like, crackling with energy or something.”

“Not glowing?”

“…no. No glow, just crackle.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Crackle’s fine. S’long as he doesn’t pick up the glow thing again, that was weird.”

“…whatever you say, big bro.”)

And, yeah, sure, maybe Lao Nie did poke around a bit and try out a few more sexbots before deciding that actually, no, he had too much dignity for that (and also that the vast majority of commercially available models were completely inferior and lacking even in hinges, which – what’s even the point?), but that was fine. He had a couple of lovers on call, he had his beloved Jiwei and the thrill of the hunt through the long dark night of space, he had the all-important heir that his family had always been on his case about, and he was happy.

He was definitely, absolutely, one hundred and ten percent not going to get up in anymore weirdo business, least of all involving androids. No sirree, not him!

“Uh-huh,” his sister said dryly when he told her his resolution. “Right. Just as long as you know that I’m going to roast the living daylights out of you if you show back up at home port with some sort of spacefox-possessed android next time you go out on solo cruise.”

“Please,” Lao Nie said, rolling his eyes at her. “Everyone knows huli jing don’t exist, and even if they did, there’s no reason to think they can survive leaving Terra to enter the black. At least make your threats plausible, why don’t you..?”

In his later defense, the probably-not-actually-named-that Hu Jiuwei was a cyborg, not an android. It was different! (Great tail, though.)

[madmanwonder]

My Mood

AU(S): Domestic AU, Cyberpunk AU, College AU: Art Art Student AU, Zombie Apocalypse, Fantasy World AU: Guild Adventurer AU, Monster Girl AU, Fusion AU: - Horror AU: Slasher AU + Werewolf AU, Alien AU, Medieval AU - Noble AU: Heir AU + Cyberpunk AU

General Moods: Dark, Wholesome, Drama, Slice of Life, Tragedy, 2koma

Main Muses: Jin Kazama, Sailor Jupiter, Toshinori Yagi, Sol Badguy, Inner/Outer Moka, Yamato (One Piece), Maka Albarn, Ventus, Kiba Inuzuka, Rock Lee, Nina Williams, Android 21 (Good/Bad), Bridget, Male!Sailor Moon, I-No, Kurumu Kurono, Portgas D. Ace

Male: Tekken, Sailor Moon, Guilty Gear, My Hero Academia, One Piece, Dragon Ball, Naruto, Soul Eater, Kingdom Hearts, Rosaria + Vampire (Genderswap),

Female: Tekken, Sailor Moon, Guilty Gear, My Hero Academia, One Piece, Dragon Ball, Naruto, Soul Eater, Kingdom Hearts, Rosaria + Vampire

Meme: Switched Attributes, Big [Redacted] Disability, Crossover Crack Ship, Relationship Status, Pregnancy Test, Best Date Vs. Worst Date, Bubble Tea Challenge, Diary Confession, You Got Jokerized, X-Fusion, Yasundere, Marry Me Damnit!

[grammarpedant]

thinkin' about jin guangyao and how at the climax of the novel he's constantly saying at every turn, "I didn't have a choice, I had to do it, please believe me!" about some of the heinous shit he did. and how one of the tragedies of his life is that he rarely ever had good choices, he often really was between a rock and a hard place. but they WERE still choices that he made, that's what makes his repeated insistence that it wasn't his fault so galling.

and i'm thinkin about it in terms of a murderbot fusion au, because of course I am, specifically on the question I've been rotating in my head about whether JGY should be a ComfortUnit or not. (LXC is a ComfortUnit and LWJ is a SecUnit in this AU). like on the one hand JGY's whole deal, the customer service smile, the many faces, the manipulating people and politics and rising to the top from an origin of terrible abuse and lack of agency, the way he seems to have used his power with an eye to making life better for common people, it feels to me like what the story of a rogue ComfortUnit's rise to and fall from power should feel like. the circumstances around his canon bastard birth could even stand in for comfortunit!JGY's non-humanity.

but does it really make sense, in context? i don't know. i've read some REALLY compelling android!JGY before, but I wonder, I wonder what it would say about the themes of this AU if he was human, like Human One who shot MB in the back, like many of the humans in-universe and in real life who aren't slaves- who have choices- just, not much of choices in the horrible situations they live in. just kinda rotating that in my mind.

[lansplaining]

Do you have any recommendations for fics you've read recently?

My fic consumption has slowed down recently, so honestly I'm also open for recs. But of my recent AO3 history:

Foolish Pretenders by kakera: I just needed some silly fengqing in my life, and this delivered in spades.

In Imitation of Life by @travelingneuritis: I mean, basically whenever they write anything, I have to put my entire life on hold so it can consume my every waking moment. The latest, a sci-fi AU where Wei Wuxian is an android and Lan Wangji is Into That, did not disappoint.

Prescription by sugar_shoal: Some fluffy chengqing in an everybody lives AU.

Why Not Me? by @eleanorfenyxwrites: Lan Jingyi struggles with not fitting into his clan as a kid (and, you know, ADHD in a setting that doesn't have a name for it)

this has reminded me I need to read the second/final chapter of still today we hear them by @fincalinde!! the first chapter was excellent, a post-canon case fic in an AU where Jin Guangyao survives.

[the-void-writes]

Void's Masterlist

This is a post compiling everything I can think of and find for the Preston series, Lockhart Manor, and other various WIPS.

The Freaks Of Preston, Book One

WIP Intro

Chapter One, Will meets Jason

Jason receives a best-friend necklace

Will and Colin in the kitchen

Jason and Henry being sweet (18+ just in case)

Jason learns the truth

Jin and Sarah being supportive

Will is scared to sleep

Jason protects his son, and Will shows off his power

Jason has to let Will leave

Will and his godfather at the zoo

Rio and Jason snippets

The Battle

Angels

Mistletoe

I Can’t Be Apart From You

Believe That I Love You

Worth An Angel’s Love (18+ only)

Salvation

Hospital Visit - Riley and Thomas

Complete - Jason, Henry, and Will

Prescott Family Breakfast

Heroes and Villains

Haunt Me

Nurse Me

First Kisses

You're My Hero

A Promise

Our Side of Paradise, Book Two

Character Intros

Gazali and Frank in the sky (18+)

Quick Gaz and Frank snippet (18+)

Frank has a nightmare, Gaz tries to comfort him

Romero's Intro

Wedding Gift (18+ only)

Everything You Could

A Third-Time Father - Rio and Sophie

King of the Stars - Gazali and Frank

In Your Dreams - Gazali and Frank

Bluebrook, Book Three (?)

Adrien and Micah in the cafeteria

Jon's partners comfort him

Ash and Dan try to eat in the woods

Evening Shift (18+ only)

Monsters

Maddie and Partners - A New Home

For All Eternity, Book Four

The Androids

Will and Dante stargazing

Rio and Harley

Will and Dante sketch snippets

Dante confesses his love

Dante proposes

Dante tells Will he's enough (gets suggestive at the end)

Roxie and Proteus (suggestive at the end)

Intro to the Monsters

Melancholy Holidays

You're Enough (18+ only)

You Know Me

Weightless

Dante’s Birthday

Will and Dante - Memory Lapse

Rio and Harley - I Want You

Like a Dream

Paternal Instinct

A Night Out

The Birth Of Paradise - Prequel

Gazali's Past, Part One

Gazali's Past, Part Two

Alex and Javi after a royal ball

Alex and Javi's first days in Paradise (18+)

Pedra and Josephine (18+)

Ruhi sleeps over

Dante and Vani (18+)

Javi and Alex- There’s Only Us

Gazali and Frank - Just Say The Word

Ruhi and Viraj - Remembrance

The Secrets of Lockhart Manor

SOLM WIP Intro

Cyrus' First Confession

Cyrus, Val, and Tristan (just suggestive)

Shower and a Possible Proposal (18+)

Cyrus tells off the crew

Cyval's First Night Together (18+)

Val stands up to the crew

The Hawthorn Ball

For You

Flowers and Songbirds (18+)

Painted Fire

Marius

Silver Lining

The Heart of Hollow Earth

HOHE WIP Intro

Find The Word Game including a HOHE snippet

Edith fixes Theo, small snippet

Crossovers and AUs

Bloodless Heir x Eternity, Part 1

BH x Eternity, Ezekiel and Illyera

BH x Paradise, Elijah, Adrien, & Micah

FOP AU, Jason is haunted by his loss

FOP AU, Jay and Henry try to heal

Supervillain Ichor AU Intro

Dark Ichor AU - Dancing

Dark Ichor AU - A Less Lethal Battle

BH x Paradise - Astrea, Pedra, and Josephine

Paradise AU - Broken Sun

Dark Ichor AU - I’ll Always Want You

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder/In the mood for...

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1. itmf pining. WangXian or Yizhan but either way so much pining it's a forest. With a happy ending. Please!

Cut to the Feeling by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 32k, YiZhan, Famous XZ/not-famous WYB, Soft Boys)

Stripped by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 16k, YiZhan, College/University)

next time there's no doubt by annemari (M, 35k, WYB/XZ, future fic, getting back together, past miscommunication, learning to communicate better, hurt/comfort)

The Upgrade Clause by fyredancer (E, 40k, YiZhan, Modern AU, Non-Famous XZ, Sugar dating, Mutual Pining, Blow Jobs, Love Bites, Sex Talk, Happy Ending)

even if the sky falls by fyredancer (E, 27k, YiZhan, Canon Divergence, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Voyeurism, femboy XZ, cam/streaming, Pining, Porn with Feelings, Vibrators, Top WYB/Bottom XZSpanking, Safewords, Light BDSM, Restraints, Anal Fingering, Fisting, Sexual Roleplay, School Uniforms, First Time, Barebacking, Friends to Lovers, Blow Jobs)

Fixtures and Fittings by ella_minnow (E, 42k, WYB/XZ, interior designer XZ, motorcyclist WYB, pining, famous/non-famous, slowest burn)

Satisfaction Brought it Back by feenwitch (E, 16k, YiZhan, Magical Realism, Animal Transformation, Getting Together, Cohabitation)

听候发落; As You Wish by sunsandships (E, 99k, YiZhan, tw: mentions of homophobia, tw: light internalized homophobia, tw: smoking, tw: mentions of suicidal ideations and mental health issues (of non-main character), Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Back Together, Non-Linear Narrative, Translated from Chinese, Top WYB/Bottom XZ, bjyx)

The Scent of Happiness by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 48k, YiZhan, soft baker XZ, famous WYB)

yesterday, tomorrow by sophiahelix (E, 80k, YiZhan, Movie Sets, Breaking Up & Making Up, Future Fic, Mutual Pining, reverse slow burn)

With Joy and Purpose by feenwitch (E, 29k, YiZhan, Robots & Androids, Space, Android WYB, Slow Build, Happy Ending)

forehead kisses, break my knees by kinkywrists (M, 54k, YiZhan, Future Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Exes to Lovers, Slow Burn)

小偷玫瑰 · Voleur de Roses by fefedove (M, 14k, YiZhan, Friends With Benefits, Police, Closeted Character, Ambiguous/Open Ending, xz is an asshole, yibo is dumb, they fuckbuddies, slowburnish, Angst)

Pretty Dead by Verona95 (M, 252k, YiZhan, Strangers to Lovers, Police, Detectives, Crime Scenes, Investigations, Age Difference, Dark, Angst, Happy Ending, Fluff, Smut, Murder Mystery, Murder, Bottom WYB/Top XZ, Top WYB/Bottom XZ, Small Towns, Bratty WYB, Slow Burn)

A Weekend in Sanya by biscutpoo (Not Rated, 22k, YiZhan, Getting Back Together, Weddings, Sharing a Bed, Angst, Pining, bjyx, Post-Break Up, Tropical Destination Weddings, Top WYB/Bottom XZ, Non-Famous, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Close Your Pretty Eyes by DeviyudeThoolika (E, 20k, YiZhan, High School, College/University, Angst, Mutual Pining, the slowest burn, BJYX | WYB/XZ is Real)

~*~

2. Hi, I'm looking for a modern era fic. Xiao Zhan was in love with jin juxuan and was dumped by him. The world believes that xz betrayed him with another man. Later he owns an art gallery where he helps artists by displaying their works. Xz parents are rich and powerful. xz has I think a one night stand with wy who is a famous star and enters into a relationship with him. End of the story wy agrees to help run xz father's company. Hope you will be able to help me as it is truly a beautiful story

FOUND? Encounter by thetaintedblade (E, 129k, YiZhan, Top WYB/Bottom XZ)

Update: story appears to have been deleted, link will not work anymore - Mod C

~*~

[piedpiperslists]

hey can I ask for some fic recs?

fuckgirl reader

Android member /reader

barista/waitress au

bodyguard au

thanks

Hi. This is a lot 😭 also, next time please send in the request for recs seperately per au so it'll be easier to format when there's multiple aus and members to list 😬

I'll put in the recs for the fuckgirl!reader, barista/waitress and bodyguard aus under the cut since it's gotten quite long with about 30+ fics. However, I don't have any recs for android au, as this is another genre I don't read.

* s - contains smut sm - social media format

F U C K G I R L ! R E A D E R  A U

Jungkook:

[drabble] | [drabble] by yoonpobs - drabble (s) / shy!Jungkook, fuckgirl!reader, college au

Closeted by whatifyoulivelikethat - one shot / wc~3k / enemies to lovers Summary: Jeon Jungkook doesn't like you and you don't like him. Your friends and his friends decide enough is enough and they lock you in a closet together to settle your differences. Mhm.

Like I Want You by divinelyparkjimin - one shot (s) / wc~5.4k / friends to lovers, college au Summary: Setting your nerdy best friend up with a girl from your class was the biggest mistake you ever made.

The Boy With Galaxies in His Eyes by oddinary4bts - one shot (s) / wc~52.9k / tattoo artist!reader, FWB, idol au Summary: You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

Love Formula by kimnjss - series (s sm) / shy boy!Jungkook, fuckgirl!reader, college au Summary: You’re barreling into his life when he least expects it, stealing all his attention until the nights spent studying are replaced with rolling around the sheets. He’s hopelessly romantic and you’re in it for the fun, but no one told you it would ruin your life.

The Rulebook by another-army-spot - series (s) / soft fuckboy!Jungkook, fuckgirl!reader, college au Summary: Despite being the notorious fuck girl on campus, you have morals and values that you stick to with a solid set of rules. One of your rules excludes Golden Boy, Jungkook, from ever getting a chance with you, much to both of your dismay. And he intends to change that, with one really irresistible bet.

Taehyung:

Please Love Me by muniimyg - series (s sm) / fuckboy!Taehyung, fuckgirl!reader, FWB Summary: These days, Taehyung realizes he spends most of his time in between your legs and lost in his thoughts — trying to convince himself that he’d rather your body than half of your heart.

Seokjin:

Hit;Record by kithtaehyung - one shot (s) / wc~13.1k / ft MYG, jock!Seokjin, fratboy!Yoongi, fuckgirl!reader, university au Summary: You’ve been losing every single bet your friends have thrown at you. Tired of striking the hell out, you’re determined to win the biggest one that everyone has a stake in. What you don’t quite expect, though, is that there’s more than one person willing to help you.

B A R I S T A  A U

Jungkook:

I think pretty thoughts when I'm with you by koostarcandy - drabble / barista!Jungkook

Mugs & Kisses by minisugakoobies - one shot / wc~6k / barista!Jungkook, strangers to lovers Summary: Jungkook has something he'd like to tell you, but he can't find the words. So he's thought of another way.

Tamped by chimoona - one shot (s) / wc~19.7k / barista!Jungkook, shop owner!reader, coffee shop au Summary: You and your business partner/best friend Jin have struggled to find good help to run your coffee shop. Employee after employee, it just never worked out. However, Jungkook is determined to impress and deliver. He wants this more than ever, and it always feels good to want something. To need, well, that’s even better.

Worth the Wait by sketchguk - one shot (s) / wc~13.3k / barista!Jungkook, strangers to lovers, college au Summary: You have an unwritten rule about swearing off relationships to pursue your studies, but your willpower wavers when you meet Jeongguk, the barista with commitment issues and a soft spot just for you.

Ardent by gukooky - series (sm) / barista!Jungkook Summary: Jungkook’s a barista at your local coffee shop and you fail to remember you went to high school with the guy.

Cream & Sugar [pt2] [pt3] [pt4] [pt5] [pt6] | Love You a Latte by gukslut - series (s) / barista!Jungkook, enemies to lovers, escort au Summary: Stepping into this coffee shop was either the best or the worst idea of your life. You know that barista, you know he’s great in bed. You also know he’s the biggest asshole you’ve ever met.

Taehyung:

Back to Life by sugaurora - drabble / barista!Taehyung, exes to lovers Summary: Wherein Taehyung’s ex-girlfriend reappears after leaving him to marry someone else.

Espresso My Love by yoonoclock - drabble / barista!Taehyung, established relationship Summary: Hoseok’s first official shift entails learning all the tips and tricks. He just didn’t think one of those tricks has to do with Taehyung flirting with a particular customer.

Café Terrace at Night by srwbrycke - series (sm) / artist!Taehyung, barista!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: Van Gogh enthusiast Kim Taehyung hides from public eye after falling into a bit of slump, only to find himself drawing the cute barista who works at a cafe hidden within the streets of Seoul.

Seokjin:

Love You a Latte by kitsutaes - drabble / barista!Seokjin, college au, coffee shop au Summary: Finding the campus prince working as the barista at your local coffeeshop wasn’t just the only surprise you got that day.

Saccharine by gyukult - one shot / wc~2.3k / barista!reader, strangers to lovers, coffee shop au Summary: Seokjin doesn’t believe in love at first sight. So… what’s this feeling that’s churning in the pit of his stomach when he meets you for the first time?

W A I T R E S S ! R E A D E R  A U

Jungkook:

Again by baobaojng - one shot (s) / wc~7.7k / rockstar!Jungkook, waitress!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: Where rockstar Jeon Jungkook wonders if he’ll ever see you again.

Cherry Bomb by milfgyuu - one shot (s) / wc~7k / bartender!Jungkook, cocktail waitress!reader Summary: You’re a cocktail waitress in a high end nightclub and you’ve been mutually crushing on one of the bartenders. Tonight, one of your customers oversteps boundaries and when Jungkook gets involved, you’re ready to toss your ‘no dating co-workers’ policy out the window.

Seokjin:

Strings by sugakookitty - one shot (s) / wc~5k / CEO!Seokjin, waitress!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: After getting ditched by your friends at a New Year’s Eve party, you and Seokjin decide it’s best to stick together—since neither of you are in the partying mood. You two may be from different worlds, but you have at least one thing in common. It’s been ages since you’ve had a decent hook up, so why not bring in the new year putting an end to your dry spell? There is one rule, however. When the morning comes, you both have to go separate ways—and carry on as if it never happened.

B O D Y G U A R D  A U

I have previous asks for bodyguard aus for Jungkook and Taehyung: here and here, but I'll list them here again just to make sure that the links are updated and to include some new fics too.

Jungkook:

[drabble] by hobidreams - drabble / bodyguard!Jungkook

Fifth Wish by jiminrings - one shot / wc~18k / rich kid!Jungkook, bodyguard!reader, fake dating Summary: Jeon Jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while he’s at his prime. Why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead? Alternatively, Jungkook regularly throws coins to wishing wells with only one desire in mind — to get rid of you.

Flame on Water by btsmosphere - one shot / wc~5.2k / assassin!Jungkook, bodyguard!reader, enemies to lovers, mafia au Summary: Either you win or he does. Either you get paid or he does. Either the target winds up alive or dead. Jungkook’s job becomes a little more difficult any time you are around.

If It Isn’t Me by jiminrings - one shot / wc~4k / angst, single dad!Jungkook, bodyguard!reader, exes au Summary: Protecting Jungkook with your life is your job — raising his daughter isn't. Alternatively, Jungkook's a single dad for the meantime according to his own words, and lowering down his pride will not stop at anything in begging you to help him with things outside of your paygrade.

Undercover by cinnaminsvga - one shot (s) / wc~5k / ft JJK, vampire!Jungkook, siren!Seokjin, bodyguard au Summary: The company banquets that your family loves to host are often drearier than you would like them to be. Lucky for you, your bodyguards have the perfect solution: why don’t you play a little game with them?

Fight for You by ahundredtimesover - series (s) / bodyguard!Jungkook, heiress!reader Summary: Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didn’t expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what he’d been missing all along.

Taehyung:

This Ruined Puzzle by i-would-rather-be-queen - drabble / angst, character death, bodyguard!Taehyung

The President's Son by jimlingss - series / bodyguard!reader Summary: Kim Taehyung is the President’s son, mischievous and playful, and infamous for being a troublemaker. When everyone’s given up, they call for you to be his personal guard. There’s no other choice when your dad’s assigned you to it and surprisingly Taehyung doesn’t mind either. Maybe because you happened to grow up with that brat.

Seokjin:

About Time by i-would-rather-be-queen - drabble / bodyguard!Seokjin

The Bodyguard by hollyxqx - drabble (s) / bodyguard!Seokjin Summary: Seokjin, hired to protect you by your wealthy father, can’t keep his hands off you after a night together.

The Bodyguard by wwilloww - one shot (s) / wc~5k / bodyguard!Seokjin Summary: As your bodyguard, keeping you safe from the world comes with rules for Kim Seokjin. But you’re used to getting what you want, and you want him.

Undercover by cinnaminsvga - one shot (s) / wc~5k / ft JJK, vampire!Jungkook, siren!Seokjin, bodyguard au Summary: The company banquets that your family loves to host are often drearier than you would like them to be. Lucky for you, your bodyguards have the perfect solution: why don’t you play a little game with them?

[flurrys-creativity]

WIP List Tag Game

Tagged by the lovely @proudahgase-got7

Tagging: @toikiii @defwoodz @limjaeseven @aura-mp3 @star-lemonade @sanjoongie @moccahobi @yutasthetic @wordycerty @strayed-quokka @pastelracha @leelysian @baekhyyun @dokyeomblr

I think some of you already posted their wip list.. so ignore the tag if you already did 🙏🙈

I got like two lists and both are long.. 😅 have fun and feel free to ask about them 🙏🥰

Game (Truth or Dare with Youngjae)

Turner (Taehyung as the new W. Turner)

Villain (Cruella de Vil but Wooyoung ooooor Hongjoong)

Brian (What am I? Young K)

Poison (vampire ateez)

Touchdown (hybrid college au JK)

Spy (spy x family johnny)

Pirate (pirate ateez)

Freeze (mafia stray kids)

Drunk (changkyun being not "that" drunk)

Poly (cleopatra pwp au with svt)

Lurking (assassin au with jinyoung)

Android (namjoon being an android in love)

Metanoia (fantasy au with pyromaniac yoongi)

Woozi (asylum au based on scenes from ruby mv)

Mirmirlidi (mark x reader x johnny humour)

Lachrymose (Mark as Rocket Racoon)

Wabi-sabi (taehyung hybrid au)

Orphic (jin merfolk au)

Speak (namjoon idol au)

Lawyer (kibum is a sassy lawyer)

Doctor (johnny as a doctor)

Apaixonar (jackson chaebol au)

Sciamachy (hoseok secret agent au)

Gentle (yeosang being a gentle criminal)

Found (found family with bts)

Alien (extraterrestrial idol contacts reseacher reader)

Dépaysement (hybrid apocalyptic au with San)

Kvanity (bucket list event)

Brute (bm being a soft brute)

Desideratum (bang chan idol au)

Cheetah (cheetah hybrid needs dog hybrid as an anxiety helper)

Fox (jimin hybrid au)

Now we come to my random ass ideas that are always based on a single picture...

Starting upper left:

Merfolk!Taehyung innocently drowning human reader

Pwp emperor concubine/servant dynamic

Upper middle:

Based on the movie rock of ages the scenes with the songs "wanted dead or alive" + "i wanna know what love is"

Upper right:

Big Hero 6 au with yunho as tadashi and wooyoung as hiro...

Spy academy e2l with seonghwa

Lower left:

Pwp emperor!minghao concubine/servant dynamic

Pilot academy e2l joshua

Demon contract au with wonwoo

Gang Au with jun

Arranged marriage king!joshua

Fae!prince!jeonghan

Alice in wonderland with jun

Sherlock holmes/detective au with joshua

Beauty and the beast joshua

Cinderella au with svt

Knight dokyeom getting annoyed with royal reader

Lower right:

Bartender jaebeom or neighbour jaebeom during laundry day pwp

Mafia au with jinyoung

Bad boy jinyoung

Romeo and juliet au with jinyoung

Pilot academy e2l jackson

Exes2lovers drunk worried jinyoung

Once again feel free to send in asks to any of those ideas/wips. I have for all of them sooo much trivia stuff and many scene ideas and I would gladly share them! To hype you up and hype me up and get like super excited about it and basically immediately sit down and write it 😅

[junrecs]

This is @hobivore's reading blog (i.e. the place where I scream about fics). I'm a multistan, so expect to find a little bit of everything here. Enjoy! And don't forget to show your favourite authors some love 💖

(please bear with me as I get back into the habit of reading and try to organise this mess of a blog)

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Group

Ateez (Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho, OT8) BTS (Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, OT7) Stray Kids (Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin, OT8)

Genre

Angst Crack Fluff Smut

Trope

Brother's best friend Coworkers to lovers Enemies to lovers Established relationship Fake dating Friends to lovers Friends with benefits Idiots to lovers Infidelity Neighbours to lovers Rivals to lovers Roommates to lovers Slow burn Threesome Tsundere Yandere

AU

Android Camping College Crime Christmas Demons Fantasy Historical Idol Mythology Office Social media Scriptural Soulmates Supernatural Tattoo artist Vampires Wedding

Length

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