#nighthunter fanfic

[sunderedazem]

do you taste my pain in this bloodstained place - chapter 17

Authors: @dream-of-tanalorr and @spyscrapper

Rating: Mature Fandom: Star Wars Jedi: Survivor Relationship: Bode/Cal (Spyscrapper) Sideship: Merrin/Mosey (Nighthunter, M&Ms) Major Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence - Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (Some) Minor Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Torture, Angst, Slow Burn, Betrayal, Whump, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Emotional Manipulation, Kidnapping, Dark Cal Kestis, Harm to Children, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Unreliable Narrator, thinking the other is dead, Mutual Pining, Codependency, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Depression, Eventual Happy Ending, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Nonsexual Nudity

Chapter Summary:

The game begins - and so too does the cheating. Bode's never been one to leave things to chance, after all.

Chapter Start:

BODE The mission on Ord Mantell is fruitful - so much so that Grand actually seems interested in their operations, and has to begrudgingly admit to the value of allowing the Counterintelligence and Counterterrorism divisions to work closely together in order to take down the Partisans. So it’s not a shock when the orders come down making their cooperation official. Even the other Inquisitors - the ones allowed to learn the barest summary of the information he’d uncovered, at least - aren’t surprised, only a little annoyed. Bode can’t blame them. Because on top of additional Partisan safehouse locations and defenses - there’s records of a half-dozen conversations between the Partisans and a few recurring members of the Hidden Path. Several of the Hidden Path members are cloaked well enough to hide their identities - but a few aren’t, including one that Bode recognizes as one of the Anchorites from his own Jedha mission. And the messages are all in reference to a specific “Operation Seeker” which has Bode chewing on his lower lip with no little anxiety.

(Again, mind the tags! There's a lot of them, and not all of them are above)

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[ladylamrian]

Welcome to the World of Night

Nightbound is a visual story from the @playchoices App created by Pixelberry Studios. The characters and places are owned by Pixelberry except of those which I created myself to give the story a special touch.

Main Character: "Female" (not going to appear). It also can be canoned as a Male Main Character too, but then the plot with the hunting outfit wouldn't make sense.

Characters: Garrus, Krom, Ivy, Luc, ... and more

Summary: A child gets plunged into the World of Night after a tragic incident.

Mystery ● Angst ● Drama ● Friendship

Word counting: 4.9K words (Whooopsie)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Angst, Death, Language, Blood

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Who knew that after a tragic event, the death of a child's parents would turn the world for Elijah Ryder upside down.

As an old, gray-haired man with a beard entered a bar, called the Graveyard Shift. He was carrying a young child over his shoulder who couldn't stop crying. Two familiar faces inside the building greeted him as he entered... but, they weren't ordinary people.

"Elijah, what happened and who's...?", a very young fae paid his attention to the old man and the sad child.

"It's not good to bring a child into a bar.", Krom, the stone troll added.

Elijah Ryder was a nighthunter who lived alone and often visited the Graveyard Shift for a drink, but this time it was something else. He had a tiny companion, a young toddler, about 5 years old who's been crying for a long time.

"Shhh, stop crying. It's alright, you're safe now. Calm down, child."

"Mom!! Dad!!", it cried. Tears covered his face, his sobs getting louder and everyone around him getting now restless.

"Garrus, my child, do you have anything from the fae realm to make this child calm down?", the old man asked who took a seat as he tried to calm the little boy down.

"I am not sure if we should...", Garrus couldn't even finish his sentence as suddenly Krom took the boy from Elijah away and placed it on his lap. His heavy arms wrapped around the toddler as he calmly whispered to calm it down.

"Hey, hey, brave boys don't cry. If you continue crying, you're going to make me sad too.", the stone troll got emotional, wrapped his heavy arms carefully around him and pulled him closer for a hug.

Several minutes passed until the little boy calmed himself down, but still couldn't hold back his tears. Elijah already filled Garrus and Krom in about what happened to the child. The boy and his parents were having a picnic for his mom's birthday. There, his parents were attacked by a mysterious monster. His mother even shoved him towards the bush and told him to run, but when he saw them being killed, he screamed and caught the monster's attention. But before the monster could do anything to him, Elijah Ryder came to the rescue. He picked up the boy and ran, the monster howling behind them. Elijah covered the eyes of the child from the sight of his parents' bodies as he passed. He sang quietly to it, all the way out of the bayou, and let the young boy cry all over him...

"Yes, and that's what happened."

"Oh dear, this is terrible. I wish..."

Suddenly the kid pulled away from Krom, ran towards the Graveyard Shift's door until Elijah caught him to prevent the child's escape.

"Stop, you're not goin' anywhere. It's too dangerous as a child alone in such a big city."

"And Mom and Dad? I want to go to Mom and Dad. I want them back."

"They're gone, my boy. Forever."

"Don't you have other family members you know? They can help you.", Krom asked.

"No, I don't. I am alone."

"You won't and you don't have to be scared anymore because I will adopt you, take care of you now. You don't deserve to live alone in this horrible world. Tomorrow morning, I will take care of the adoption papers."

"Sir, you can't be serious? It's such a huge responsibility and..."

"I know, Garrus.", Elijah looked at him in a serious expression and then turned his attention to the boy again. He went to his knees, placed his hand on the child's shoulder and smiled warmly.

"Now, tell me... What's your name, my boy?"

"Nik.", he sniffed and wiped his tears away.

"What a great name for a such strong boy, Nik. Damn, you have nice hair and cool clothes you're wearing... Wow!", he praised the boy who gave a shy smile back at him.

"May I present myself? I'm Garrus. You are now my little, cute brother, so welcome to the family. And may I present Krom, we both just met a few days ago."

"Yes, I'm Krom. And no need to be afraid, Elijah and Garrus are my friends and will take good of you."

"Yes, fear not. Oh,... Elijah, I still have an apartment upstairs left empty... Well, except for that nighthunter outfit which was left upstairs. Do you want to take it for yourself and the child? I'm afraid that living in a house in the woods could scare Nik.", Garrus recommends.

Suddenly Elijah's calm face turned into a thundery look filled with anger. He took a step towards, grabbed Nik and pulled him closer into his protective embrace, away from Garrus.

"Garrus, my child, you're recommending me to rent the apartment she lived in?! Her apartment? Haven't you forgotten the way she betrayed me??!!"

"Elijah, she doesn't live in New Orleans anymore. She's gone and took most of her things with her... well, except for her hunting outfit with the red leather jacket. The one you gifted her..."

"No, I don't want to know anything about this. I don't want to rent the apartment where she stayed and I never will."

"Who's she?", small Nik asked the angry man.

But instead of giving an answer, Elijah went on his knees to come face to face with the boy. Looking deep into the innocent eyes, the man told him. With clenched jaws and in an angry tone which made the little one shiver.

"No one, she's no one. And Nik, one thing you should know. Never, never, never, trust anyone."

"What? Why?"

"I will show you. I will teach you why and then you will understand, my boy."

And with that, Elijah grabbed his wrist and led him outside of the building without looking back at Garrus and Krom. Only Nik turned his head back to meet the eyes of his newly made friends again before leaving the Graveyard Shift. The small boy wondered what would happen next in his life.

Elijah dragged the little toddler into a souvenir shop near the French Quarter, not far away from the Graveyard Shift. Colorful masks and costumes greeted them, as they entered. A very old woman bent over and waited behind the counter.

"Elijah, good to see you.", she answered and coughed.

"You're getting old, let someone else handle this shop."

"You're old too and you still hunt. And tell me, who's this tiny and weak companion of yours?", she laughed loudly and scared the child. It quickly hid behind Elijah and looked away from the old, scary lady.

But before the man could answer, another child appeared from behind the counter rushing towards the shop doors. The shouting of the old woman stopped him.

"Luc, come back! Where do you think you're headin'?! Stay in the shop and help me. Have you already finished the potion I told you to create for a customer?"

"Non, momie. Can I do it later? I want to head outside."

"Pourqoui?"

"To play with pretty girl."

Luc's mother got angry and pulled him back without even touching him. The tiny Nik couldn't believe his eyes and hugged Elijah's legs even tighter. She used magic which made little Luc fly across the room, back to her. It looked like being pulled by a real magnet.

"You will not meet pretty girl, she's dangerous and not even pretty."

"I think she's pretty, momie. And friendly."

"Go and play with Brie instead!"

"No, not Brie. Brie is sometimes mean and thinks she's a better witch child than me. I want to play with the pretty girl, she never made fun of me. She's so friendly and pretty."

"You won't meet her, son. She's a Reimonenq and Tonya's child. She can kill you by just touching you with her bare hands", she explained to Luc which made him sad while Nik, the other child brought by Elijah listened carefully and got even more frightened. Monsters, magic shop, potions, killing hands,... What in the world had he gotten into?

"I wanna go home...", Nik whispered who couldn't stop his tears and pulled on Elijah's clothes.

"I'll take you, little fella.", he answered to him and turned his attention back towards the old lady and Luc.

"Okay, you bitchy witch, I'm waitin'. Fresh holy light arrows, please. And a charm too.", he asked her and already placed the total amount of money on the counter in front of her.

She collected the money while Luc excitedly began gathering the needed items. Proudly he handed over the right arrows in the right amount. He was sure good in mathematics. Then the tiny boy turned around, climbed on a stool and reached for the other item which Elijah ordered too. It was a brown necklace with a silver ring hung on, a magical charm. Luc gave it to Elijah who smiled warmly at him.

"Good work, little Luc-ster! You were so quick, I bet you can take better care of the shop than your old mother. But she's right, you better stay away from the Reimonenqs'. And study hard your magic.", he gave him advice, patted on his shoulder and left the shop with Nik.

Outside he offered Nik to wear the pendant he just bought. After the young child wore it, his eyes began to glow and sparkle lightly. He closed them and then, after a few seconds, he finally opened them.

"What was that?", he carefully rubbed his innocent little eyes and blinked a few times.

Now everything looked much clearer to him when he found out that the walking humans on the streets of the city weren't all ordinary humans. No, some of them weren't human at all. Strange figures crossed by, ones he had never met before or only knew from fairytales and other stories.

"Nik, welcome to the World of Night. Now you'll see the true forms and identities of all beings who used to hide it with the help of a spell. You need to know that there's more than what it seems. You cannot trust anyone blindly in this cruel world. I promise to take care of you, make you understand, and teach you everything you need to survive and live in our world."

Several months have passed since that tragic incident, where a little boy lost his parents. Elijah Ryder became officially Nik's adoptive father. Now his name was officially Nik Ryder, Elijah Ryder's child. The old man took good care of the little boy and made sure to keep him happy and no longer mourn or cry over his dead parents. Father and son quickly became good friends.

They spend much time together in nature and Elijah taught him a lot about nature, animals, plants and even hunting so that Nik can protect himself when he's alone. One night the man even left the child alone in the graveyard, when both of them were hunting down a dangerous creature. Nik was left alone, so that he could learn not to blindly trust anyone, and that he should handle things on his own too. That lesson frightened Nik the most, but he understood that and what's best for him.

"Dad! Daaad!!", the little boy screamed and rushed to their little house in the woods, searching for his adoptive father. It was early morning when Nik decided to go for a walk alone into the woods but ended up discovering something frightening.

As he finally arrived home to quickly get his adoptive father, Elijah outside the house, he was greeted by an unfamiliar woman who's car was parked infront of their little house with a driver sitting inside it. The woman wore a light blouse and a short, black skirt which made her look like a real businesswoman. Earrings were hidden behind her black, shoulder-length hair. Her fair skin was shining in the sunlight and her heart-shaped face was covered with makeup. Elijah was there too and was having a heated argument with her.

"I absolutely do not care, I only came here back to collect a few things of mine which I left behind. Immediately let me inside the house, Elijah.", she demanded and took a step forward. A snake appeared out of her left sleeve which nastily hissed at Elijah. It was her pet snake, named Slitter.

"Ahh, a snake!!", Nik got frightened and took a few steps backwards.

"Don't worry, child. My little Slitter won't hurt anyone, he's not poisonous. Slitter just... doesn't like it if I get treated unfairly, right Elijah?", she said with a meaningful tone.

"I gave all your belongings to Garrus, so go to him. Besides, I won't let a traitor like you inside my house, Jacqueline."

"I'm no traitor. How dare you insult me like this?! I will make sure that..."

"Hey, stop!! Don't talk to my dad like this!!", the child angrily intervened.

"Son, let us adults talk."

"Elijah, did you call him your son? You have a child?", the woman surprisingly asked. For a short moment, she just silently stared at the child before coming out of her thoughts and facing the man in front of her again.

"You know what, Elijah? I don't want my things back anymore. You, me and Tonya are no longer a team and no longer The Guardians of the Night anymore. Have you understood? And neither will there be a next generation who will protect the worlds. I am happy with my new life. You can burn my hunting licence if you'd like, because leaving New Orleans and the nighthunters was the best thing that ever happened to me. Tonya was right, I should have done it earlier.", she confessed while Elijah only kept glaring at her with clenched teeth.

"If y'a done now, then I suggest y'a to leave."

"Well, gladly. Was nice to meet you... not. Such an unwelcoming and grumpy man you still are. I'll be going then, can't let my company, my caring boyfriend and my dearest child wait.", she curled her cherry-red lips, turned away from him and headed towards her car.

Elijah stood still and kept looking until she finally left. The old man's silence was worrying the little boy, so Nik stepped closer to give him a soft hug and tried to make eye contact. And when the eye contact finally happened, Nik was greeted back with a smile on his father's face. He gently ruffled the hair of the child which made it giggle.

"Don't worry, kid. Annoying people come and go in life, don't lose heart. By the way, where were ya' before?"

Quickly Nik's smile faded away and sadness was written all over his face.

"Dad, the... the wolves. The werewolves did something terrible.", he whispered and led his adoptive father deeper into the woods. The boy was looking around to remember and then pointed at a lonely tree. Marks of claws were carved onto it, werewolf claws. Blood, flesh, feathers, and some pieces of one or two birds were scattered on the ground which made the boy shed tears.

"Dad, they killed two innocent animals."

"The werewolves killed a falcon. No, two falcons.", the man analyzed. "But Nik, that's the way of life and the cycle of mother nature. Predators have to hunt to survive."

"And we nighthunters hunt monsters to save humans. Isn't that something else, Dad? And what will happen to the baby falcon?", he sniffed and pointed above to a bird's nest where a tiny chick was sitting waiting to be fed by the adult birds. Carefully Elijah reached for the young, helpless bird and held it in his palms.

"Squeak. Squeak. Squeak."

"Poor baby bird lost its parents like I did, Dad. We can't let it live outside alone without food and care. Can we keep it?", Nik requested and stared with his sad eyes to Elijah.

"Nik, it's a wild animal that lives free outside in nature. We can't keep it forever or treat it as a pet.", he explained which broke Nik's hope. But then he said more.

"How about we take good care of it for now till it gets older, and then we'll let the bird free? It's currently very young and could need help, or else it could easily become another prey."

"Yes, that's a good idea. I will take care of little birdy, I promise.", Nik excitedly said and began happily jumping up and down. Carefully Elijah handed the tiny bird to his son, who softly carried it in his palms and kissed it. "You're not alone now, birdy. Like I have Elijah, you have me now."

From that day on, little Nik took care of its very first pet which became a close friend of his. The boy named the falcon "Arrow", because he believes that one day it'll accompany him on his hunts and be flying fast like a shooting holy light arrow in the sky.

About 15 years later...

It's evening, and the young fae served drinks to his fellow customers, including his two best friends, Krom and Ivy. The bar wasn't very crowded tonight, but he was still busy.

"Mmmh, the Seasalt Slurry you make is definitely my favorite now. Thanks, Garrus.", Ivy praised him and enjoyed the magical drink.

But Garrus didn't answer, he went from table to table, picking orders and served his magical drinks to everyone inside his bar which was called The Graveyard Shift.

"So that's the famous Graveyard Shift...", a young teenager talked to himself as he entered the building. He began walking slowly towards the bar counter while his silvery-gray eyes shifted around, not to overlook any important detail. Garrus quickly rushed to the counter to take his order.

"Welcome to the Graveyard Shift, how may I help you?"

"What do we have here, a fae? No wonder that the drinks are famous for the Graveyard Shift.", he answered and smiled at him.

"Don't worry, I'm telling you that our friend Garrus won't disappoint you. Oh, I... by the way... You do look so young. Very young actually.", Krom noticed.   To his defense, Nik showed the three of them his identity card and hunting license before putting them back in his pockets.

"Really, me and young? Thanks for the nice compliment. But don't worry, I'm over 18. Just reached my 20s if that happened to concern you, troll guy. Hmm, do you happen to serve a drink called Snake Tequila?"

"What's that? It sounds scary.", Krom answered.

"A drink I just discovered while I was on an undercover mission in Arizona to save a pegasi herd. The Blight Brothers challenged me to drink it, so I had to. It was the only way to impress them and to get inside their gang. I didn't like it at first, but later I got used to the taste of the drink. Not bad actually."

"Oh, I heard of that drink. It's not one of own my recipes, but I could make one if you like. I personally wouldn't drink it, dear.", Garrus laughed and began to create it in the backroom where the correct ingredients were safely stored. In the meantime, the man took a seat next to Krom and Ivy. He began to analyze them.

Krom was a stone troll with tiny fangs, who wore a regular red shirt. His skin was made of stone, but his heart was gentle and warm. Ivy was a so-called "zombie girl" who had long purple and pink ombre hair with bangs. She had red glowing eyes and gray skin and wore a short black Victorian goth-style blouse and black leather trousers.

As she discovered being watched, she didn't look away like Krom did. No, Ivy was a strong woman who wasn't afraid and stared back at him with her deep red eyes. He wore a gray shirt, black pants underneath, and a long brown leather jacket with a brown necklace with a silver ring hanging on it.

"Hmm, you're the hunter with the Cajun accent who sometimes visits my library, right?"

"Correctly said, creaturelogist. Nice to meet you outside the library too sometimes. It's been a while."

"Yeah, it's been a while. Besides, how could I forget the young hunter who never forgets my payment?", Ivy giggled.

"He's a nighthunter? But isn't he too young for...", Krom asked out of interest.

"A person has to be ready for anything.", he answered in a sad tone.

"Well, whatever, that's Krom. He might look like a dangerous and mean stone-troll but in real, he's such a fluffy and friendly teddy bear person. And the fae who makes your drink right now, that's Garrus. Both are my friends.", Ivy informed which washed away the sadness, written on the man's face.

"I see that you're scaring my customers again, Ivy", Garrus joked as he quickly appeared from the backroom and placed the ordered drink in front of the man on the counter. "Here you go!"

"Ewww, what is that?!!!! Eww, a dead snake?!! Is the snake even real?", Ivy felt disgusted and so did Krom, but he stayed silent.

"Now enjoy this drink, I guess. By the way, I have never seen you before... First time in the Graveyard Shift here?"

"Yeah, I guess so.", he answered a took a sip of the drink. Ivy and Krom were shocked as they saw him drinking the greenly colored liquid with something long swimming inside.

"Not bad.", he praised Garrus and his mixology skills. A sly smile on his face.

"Thank you, sir."

"Oh, don't call me sir. Nik, just Nik is fine. My name's Nik Ryder.", he introduced himself and shook hands with the fae.

"I am Garrus and it's a pleasure to meet you, you're always welcome in the Graveyard Shift, Nik. It's also such a coincidence... You have the same surname as a hunter friend of ours, right Krom-darling?", he mentioned and Krom nodded for approval.

A soft pink washed over his stony cheeks after Garrus called him darling. Ivy noticed and began to understand that Krom had a secret crush on Garrus, so she silently grinned by herself.

"Your hunter friend? The only hunter who shared the same surname as mine, was my dad, Elijah.", Nik sadly confessed and looked away.

"Waaait, you're Elijah Ryder's son?!! The Elijah Ryder?!! But how and when did this happen? I mean... he's not someone who had a great relationship with women and...?"

"Wooaah, woah, slow down... The hell, no, I'm not his real son. He adopted me, but he's still my dad.", Nik angrily intervened before anything wrong came out of Krom's innocent mouth. "Don't you all dare to say anything wrong about my dad, guys. Not only the troll, I'm warning everyone here in this room."

"I apologize on behalf of Krom, very sorry. But I remember that we have met before too.", Garrus answered.

"Nah, I don't think so. Been livin' in the woods with my dad for years and haven't seen a lot of New Orleans. It's my first time here in the Graveyard Shift, so..."

"No, we really met before. Garrus, I remember now too. Nik, you were a small toddler, that's why you don't remember. Elijah told us that he saved you from a monster that attacked your parents.", Krom added which made Nik finally realize that they were telling the truth. He did meet Garrus and Krom before. It's not the first time he visited the Graveyard Shift, he was here too before. Just about 15 years ago.

"Hmmm... Maybe, I'm not sure. Sorry, I don't remember.", Nik answered after thinking hard, but he didn't remember. He was too young, but he knew that they weren't lying. He believed them.

"Awww, such a sweet reunion with our little baby brother after many years. You got so big and strong, darling.", Garrus got excited and softly pinched Nik's cheek while Krom gave him a strong and welcoming hug.

"Ouch."

"Yes, we love you too. Now tell us where grumpy, old Elijah is? Haven't seen him for so long, right?"

"He... he..."

His beautiful eyes sparkled with tears and he hid his face behind his palms. Silent sobs appeared. Krom gently patted his back and the three of them shared sad glances to each other. After a few seconds, he calmed himself down on his own, wiped his tears away, and apologized embarrassingly to them.

"So... sorry, I didn't mean to. Sorry, it just happened. I... I need to be strong. Sorry, it's just... he's dead. My dad, Elijah died just a few years ago when I was 17. He's no longer in our world, he left. He's gone. I lost my dad, the only person I had in this damn world left. I don't want to talk about this topic now.", he looked away and began to analyze the building.

"Nik, we're sorry. We didn't..."

"It's okay, I'm... I'm fine. Need to move on with life."

"Is he the reason you became a nighthunter too at such a young age?", Krom carefully asked.

"Yes, to honor him and everything he ever has done for me. I lost my parents and him to the claws of supernatural monsters. That ugly and horrible side of this world ruined my entire life. I... I could have turned evil, I could have destroyed that part of the world with all its supernatural beings, but I can't. My birthparents taught me to respect, and love nature with its living beings while Elijah taught me to understand, learn, and protect the world from evil. Later, I learned that not everything in this world is horrible. Guys, I even met a friendly werewolf guy, and you know how mean they can be and what kind of bastards these creatures are. I hate werewolves. I hate werewolves as much as vampires. But, he's different. Mister Lowell is so different from the other wolves. I think he also has two sons. Whatever. The main thing is that in the World of Night, there still is the World of Light with its many beautiful and fantastic creatures. Fae, pegasi, dragons, hippogriffs, and more. And what kind of person am I who decides another's fate? So my only mission will be from now on to save the human world and the supernatural world from evil. To protect children, families, and each being because I don't want anyone to suffer as much as I did.", Nik explained which made Garrus, Krom, and Ivy a bit emotional too.

"Oh, Nik..."

"Hey, it's okay. I'm fine. Now let's change the topic, okay? Hmm, do you happen to have a free apartment for rent? I've been searching for one. I just wanted to move closer into the city and... and... Elijah's house in the woods... I can't face it, old memories with him and... I... I miss him. I miss him very much.", he confessed. Garrus gently squeezed his shoulder for support.

"No fear, my mortal friend, I happen to have an empty apartment upstairs left for you in good condition and fair price. Well, there is one hunting outfit left upstairs. The person who lived there before must have forgotten it."

"Or abandoned it on purpouse.", Ivy giggled.

"Okaaay, well, I want to see it. If the apartment is good for me, then I will take it. One outfit won't stop me, okay.", he answered and followed Garrus, the owner of the building upstairs.

A few minutes later the two of them returned and joined Ivy and Krom who were ready to hear Nik's decision.

"I... I think I'm taking it. It's a deal."

"Hear, hear, my fellow friends, may I announce Sir Nik Ryder as the new renter of the apartment, our new neighbor and friend.", Garrus triumphantly introduced which embarrassed Nik. Krom and Ivy enjoyed and both clapped as Garrus elegantly bowed at the end.

"Are you royalty or what, Garrus?", Nik smirked.

"Hihihi, I think this was fun. Welcome to the Graveyard Shift!!!", Ivy excitedly squeaked.

"Merci, merci, mademoiselle Ivy. Nice bar here.", a happy voice greeted them. It was Luc who just entered the bar and appeared to the group with some arrows to deliver to Nik.

"I didn't welcome you, Luc. I welcomed... Oh, whatever, forget it. Long time not seen actually."

"Oui, I hope you're doing fantastique. Nik, here are the arrows you wanted.", he said and handed them to him.

"Thanks, Luc, I'll pay the money tomorrow morning. I promise."

"No problem, I trust you. Hey, have you heard about that new huntress in town? She's a real hottie and her wild magenta-colored hair... just wow.", Luc whispered to Nik who raised an eyebrow.

"Better hunter than me? Well, every new hunter colleague who will help us to defeat the evil guys is heartily welcome. But I hunt alone, like always. Hmmm, by the way, you kinda seem happy about her."

"I think Luc's always like that when he's meeting good-looking people, especially women. Am I right?", Ivy giggled.

"Mademoiselle Ivy, what do you mean with always? I haven't met a lot of women in my life. The only women I know are my mother, Bri, the other witches Ivy, and no other. And I feel attracted towards women and men equally.", he explained.

"Oh Luc, I was just kidding. Don't feel attacked like that. Join us for a drink! Welcome to the Graveyard Shift too.", she laughed and lightly punched his shoulder which made him laugh too.

[reileinaxiu]

MDZS Fanfic pet peeve: Nighthunting as the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

I'm noticing a pattern with nighthunting ideas in fanfics where WWX already learned to control resentment or mastered it. Post-canon or just post Burial Mounds in general.

Why is it their are fics out their the portray WWX as weak or vulnerable against resentful beings if he doesn't have his corpses? So not true!

If you argue that his only backup was WN at Qiongqi path then your not wrong he is vulnerable to orthodox cultivators if they set up an advantage but on a nighthunt with resentful beings everywhere then WWX is a loaded crossbow more than enough to handle anything with resentful energy.

He is the Grandmaster! Why would he not know how to instantly deal with imps, demons and monsters not just ghosts! Maybe not instantly, but with less difficulty compared to orthodox cultivators?! The only Nighthunt we see him in the book, that I can recall, post burial mounds is the Phoenix mountain hunt, and post resurrection with NMJ's murder case.

Again he played a third of the resentful beings into their nets, and NMJ's whole corpse into a coffin with just a song and some whistling like how you would play lullabies to babies to sleep.

No matter how unique the abilities or strength of the resentment, is there really a resentful being out there that can resist WWX or that WWX cannot subdue?

NMJ body parts were marinated in resentful energy for at leat 10 years not to mention his cultivation that made for an even potent ghoul! And WWX easily took control without Chenqing and with his flute he managed complete control despite the resistance. He subdued the spirits of an entire village and used them in puppets to fight against corpses in Yi City.

Am I being unreasonable? Nope. WWX was OP at the beginning and end of the book. He had the stats: intelligence, strength, power, he canonically levels f*cking armies with his own armies of the dead. What can a measely monster or ghost can do to him that the burial mounds already hasn't?

This plot device is getting old.

Unless fanfic creates there own iteration of another divine beast Xuanwu level then no, don't do angsty stuff about WWX or LWJ getting injured by some powerful resentful being on a nighthunt. Curses are still good because that apparently still works on them and WWX can still shrug it off like it's an everyday occurence. It probably was in burial mounds and again they're not so careless nor weak to get cursed themselves. WWX had to actively take a curse mark from JL to cleanse him then later himself.

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Was WWX proven to be OP throughout his own book? Apparently not enough.

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Is WWX invincible with LWJ? I might discuss that further in the future.

[cynic-spirit]

Crash and Crush - I

Slow burn. 

Let me know if you want to be tagged. 

summary:

A search for a man leads Walter to find love in an Indian Girl. (Walter is single in the story, and Faye is his sister)

Walter marshall x desi reader, Walter Marshall x Indian Reader

“So you are just going to go there, without any regard for what is happening and just conduct a search? Just out of a hunch”

Thomas has been arguing with Walter for over five minutes about his intentions to crash a garba celebration in search of a suspected two timing informant.

“If it helps me catch a criminal, yes I will, and they have such long functions anyway? Who has celebrations lasting a week” Walter is adamant.

“Walter, it’s an Indian celebration of their goddess. The customs are different. If you had gone to our friend Raj’s wedding last year. you would have known and maybe by mistake, enjoyed!”

“Forgive me if I don’t want to go amidst large crowds of overdressed people and noise”

“Look Walter, if you have such a strong hunch, I’ll come with, but please lets keep it low, lets go thre move about and come back, we don’t have to ruin someone’s big day”

“Fine”

 Walter had been following an informant Jay, who gave wrong information, which caused their team to just run into an ambush unprepared. Walter had been pissed since this ambush had wounded two of his team members. To say he wanted to catch and punish this snitch was an understatement. He had been pursuing any and all leads that would help him capture this guy and find out who the culprit is in reality. This time, it was taking both Walter and his so called partner to an Indian wedding happening in the outskirts of their city.

 “Well, here we are”

The place was beautifully decorated with flowers and lights. They could hear some music from outside. People inside were dancing.

 “How do you want to go about this?” Walter asked skeptically.

“well, we go in, we know how he looks, lets look around quietly, someone like Jay would definitely stand out, even in fancy clothes”

“all right”

 Both Walter and Thomas, enter the venue, which was beautifully ornated with lights flowers. Inside there was a large floor where people were dancing in circles and around it was sitting area in an elevated platform. Walter was scrutinizing everyone when his eyes went still on someone on the dance floor. No it wasn’t Jay, Walter wished he was, but she was a tall, dusky beauty dancing along with others, without a care in the world. Her outfit showed her bare midriff, dangling earrings, and a skirt, that flowed like clouds, everytime she twirled. Her hair was tied up in a long braid that reached her hips. Her hands were covered in more jewelry that Walter didn’t not what to call.  He just couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He felt his heart beat faster and legs taking him to introduce himself to her when suddenly he heard his friend,

“walt, he is not here, lets go”

 Walt was suddenly brought out of his trance. He bit his inner lip, fisted his hands and left the breath he didn’t know he held. He blinked his eyes and looked at the beauty one last time before turning to his friend and said “yeah lets go”

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

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1. Hi! I'm looking for a fic which was about LWJ and his feelings about relation WWX&LSZ. It was post-canon fic. LWJ felt hurt because Sizhui was formal while speaking to him meanwhile he treated WWX like parent, calling him Baba (or other word but with the same meaning)or joking with him etc. LWJ haven't told anyone. I remember that they were going to nighthunt but LWJ fainted and that's how WWX noticed that sth is wrong. WWX told Sizhui sth like "your father miss you"

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2. Hi, I was wondering if you know a fanfic where it’s like during war time,wei ying and nie mingjue get together and than add lan zhan to the mix. Thank you @chloecov4506

FOUND? Bruises be damnded red and green by amykissthedark (T, 44k, WWX/NMJ, wangxian, NMJ/WWX/LWJ, canon divergence, everyone lives au, character study, PTSD, trauma, canon-typical behavior, pining, blood & gore, YLLZ WWX, golden core reveal, sunshot campaign, warnign: JGS, polyamory, fix-it, slow burn, WIP) not sure but it could potentially be this one. At least the description reminds me of this one

FOUND? Better Things to Do with a Flute in Wartime by Anonymous (E, 365k, MingXian, WangXianJue, Sunshot Campaign, Fix-It, Magical Healing Cock, Dual Cultivation, mild Dom/Sub, Undernegotiated Kink, Golden Core Reveal, Breathplay, Choking, Painplay, Subdrop, Topdrop, Major Character Injury, Canon Divergence, What-If, Temperature Play, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fisting, Spanking, PTSD, Trauma, Self-Harm, (in the pursuit of cultivational badassery))

FOUND? An Elegant Solution by giraffeter (E, 205k, niewangxian, canon divergence, arranged marriage, friends to lovers, fix-it, everyone lives au, courtship, polyamory, smut)

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3. Hey! Hope you guys are doing well.

I was looking for this fanfic where the sects send their heirs to vanquish the Yiling Patriarch, but none of them return. Even Lan Sizhui goes missing, and Jin Ling takes matters into his own hands and goes to find the Yiling Patriarch himself because he's grieving.

So he goes there but the situation is entirely different. All the sect heirs are at Burial Mounds safe and dound they just didn't go back because of all the responsibilities their parents have for them.

Also, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are actually together, and Wangji just sent Sizhui because the teen misses his other baba. And so when Jin Ling gets to know and Lan Wangji comes and they establish them as a new sect and all that jazz.

I'm not sure if the fix is actually complete. But please find this for me cuz I really really love the feels in this fic. @poetic-writes

FOUND! Safe in the Arms of a Demon by Starlight1395 (G, 19k, JC & JL & WWX, wangxian, LJY/LSZ, canon divergence, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, WWX doens’t die instead quarantines in BM, WWX adopts every child he sees, uncle nephew bonding)

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4. help to find a fic please. So there was this Wangxian fic, where Lan Wangji is rescued after being tortured. I don't think it was very long; probably on the shorter side. One quirk I remember is the narration being in second person, though I don't know if I'm remembering correctly. There was a mention of sea glass near the end of the fic. That's all the details I remember. Please help me find the fic.

I think #4 is one of those mer type fics, where lan zhan is held hostage and either his scales are being harvested for medicine or he's tortured to give tears, I have to research some more , but does the requestor think it could be along those lines ?

FOUND? ocean eyes by bunnylan (weiyingpretty) (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Human WWX, mermaid LWJ, Childhood Friends, Memory Magic, Getting Back Together, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Love, Hurt/Comfort, First Meetings, Mutual Pining, Temporary Amnesia) tho I don't know if this is 2nd person narration ?

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5. Hi!! I'm looking for a fic where lwj is a fanfic writer and wwx was a podficer? is that the word? anyways that's all I remember from it because I only read the summary :')

FOUND! Your Words, My Voice by AverageFandomEnjoyer (T, 5k, wangxian, modern, canon divergence, fluff, kissing, pining, falling in love, writer LWJ, podficcer WWX, meet-cute, minor miscommunication) and has a podfic! :)

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6. Could you please help me find a colored-blood fic? It was canon divergent, where people with golden cores had golden blood (and normal people had normal red blood). After the core transfer WWX’s blood slowly turns back to red and he has to be careful not to get injured or it will show that he lost his core. In that scene after he is revived JC doesn’t whip him, WWX pretends to be MXY and shows his red blood to “prove” it. I am dying to read this again! It was most likely on ao3.

FOUND? who cares when you're gone by camellialice (M, 22k, WangXian, Hades (Video Game) Fusion, Canon-Typical Levels of Self-Sacrifice, Canon-Typical Levels of Spitting Up Blood, Canon-Typical Levels of Pining) this is a bit of a stretch, but 'who cares when you're gone' by camellialice on ao3 might be #6 on the fic finder. it has the gold blood / red blood thing but not the mo xuanyu part of the ask.

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7. Hi can you help me find a fic I read a couple of years ago? It was a modern au where all the sect heirs were sent to another planet/alternate reality (?) for some kind of reality TV show. I think JGS was behind it but for some reason also sent JZX. I remember that NMJ is killed while they are trying to escape and WWX stays behind alone to allow the rest to escape. He has to survive in a wintery wilderness until the others manage to rescue him.  Thanks for your help. @i-amnotawriter​

FOUND? and from our own/live to ourselves by betweentheheavesofstorm (M, 105k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fantasy, Reality TV, Arctic Survival, Blood Magic, Blood and Gore, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Self-Harm, Bloodletting, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Animal Death, Hunting, Mild Sexual Content)

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8. helluu! i have this one fic that i really want to re-read, but i cant find it for the life of me. i remember it was pretty long and so well written so i really hope you can help. what i remember is it took place during (after?) the guanyin temple arch, and i think JGY forced WWX to make a time travel array for him. dont remember much but i belive WWX LXC NHS and JC end up sacrificing themselves to get the array working and they send back the junior quartet to the time of Jin Lings one month anniversary party (i just remember random facts from here and there) but i think the try to fix things up with jin zixuan’s death so it doesn’t happen..? i hope any of that makes sense. could you please help me find it? @constant-brainrot-24-7​

FOUND? ❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

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9. Hi! It's me again hahaha.

I was reading a fic and suddenly I remembered another fic, but I can't find it in my bookmarks. It's a Canon Divergence where WQ transfer the half of the golden core back to WWX with the permission of JC.

I hope you can help me, thanks ☺️. @wangxiansgirl

FOUND! The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou ( E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts)

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

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10. 👋Hello! I'm a big fan of your blog! ❤️ I've seen that you help to find fics and I'd like to ask for help to find one. 🙏

It's a Wangxian and takes place after the war ¿? 🤔 I think. I remember that Lan Zhan has to accumulate power in his golden core and then transfer it to Wei Ying.

And Idk if it's the same fanfic, I think not, but Lan Zhan has to create a second golden core for Wei Ying.

I'm sorry, that's all I can remember. I have a terrible memory. Please help 🙏😔

FOUND? 🧡 Discarded by teawater (E, 141k, WIP, WangXian, Lots of Angst, Hurt/Comfort, YLLZ WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect, Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ) I remember a scene where LWJ gives WWX the second core he slowly grew over the years specifically for him in this one? - Mod C

FOUND? these colours fade for you only by doodlebutt (T, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everybody Lives, Golden Core Transfer, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, …eventually, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Mutual Pining, like really unreasonable amounts of pining, Slow Burn) i'm not sure about the details, but maybe this fits? iirc lwj starts cultiivating a new core during sunshot and gives it to wwx right after

FOUND? three surgeries and a mercy kill by MarbleGlove (T, 11k, Medical Procedures, Demonic Cultivation, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Self-Indulgent, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

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11. Hi,This fic has the whole group thinking wei ying commited suicide but actually he ran away thinking everyone hates him and living in streets. Accidentally meets Lanzhan in a coffee shop who feels connected to him even though LZ thinks he is Mo xuanyu. starts taking care of him and the huisang plots to reveal weiying to all so things happen.LZ is super protective and its super angsty. Also LZ sleepwalks. Know the fic? @mridhu6​

FOUND! Where You Fell by Sweet_William (E, 303k, wangxian, 3zun, NHS/JC, JYL/JZX, modern, coffee shop au, angst w happy ending, homeless au, pining, getting together, slow burn, implied/referenced child abuse, suicidal thoughts, self-esteem issues, autistic character, WWX has ADHD, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, implied/referenced sex work, implied/referenced substance abuse) but i dont remember reading about some of the details the asker mentioned, so it might not be the same fic

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12. Hello! Read a fic a couple months ago and have been scouring the internet to find it for the past week. (My apologies for the very bad recalling of what happened in the fic) Anyway, basic plot points that i remember was wwx had been asked to paint lwj bedroom walls and was given a key to his apartment (fairly sure they were already friends before this tho) also lwj had a pet rabbit that wwx would often feed. Sorry! I know there's not much to work with it for finding fic but I'd really appreciate @mopdopplophop

FOUND? show me a quiver, give me tonight by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 115k, wangxian, modern, artist au, communication failure, pining, angst w happy ending, demisexual WWX, mentioned past LWJ/OMCs, eventual smut, gossip, getting together, crack treated seriously, friends to friends w benefits to lovers, WWX pov)

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13. Hi! I'm trying to find a fic I've read a while ago. On that fic, an old person at Yilling confuses Wwx with a woman, and gives him a discount because they think he's a young woman who was abandoned with her son by her husband. Wwx starts dressing as a woman to gain people's sympathy and get discounts. He accidentally describes his husband as being Lwj, and when Lwj goes to Yilling people all but siege him because they think he's the scoundrel who abandoned his wife and son.

FOUND? Mother Knows Best by misbehavingvigilante (M, 12k, wangxian, canon divergence, crossdressing, food issues, gender identity, gender noncomforming, trans WWX, poverty)

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14. A) Hi, I'm trying to find a fic where its female wei ying who becomes pregnant with twins and is perilously I'll so lan zhan volunteers to marry her but something about a caravan attacked by jin and her becoming so I'll happens.. any idea

B) Hi, I'm trying to find a fic where wei ying is disguised as lan zhans bride fo be and weirdly makes friends with lan Quiren by being he model in law? @quxxnrandonmness27​

14B)

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

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15. Hi could you help me find this fic, I think it's been deleted

I know the summary went like this

Wei Wuxian begins weakly, but Lan-laoshi, cruel as he is, continues speaking.“Well? I have provided you with three choices. You move, you act, or you let Wangji tutor you after school.” Lan-laoshi raises an eyebrow. “I, of course, recommend option two, as it would solve everyone’s problems, but alas. Teenagers.”He should choose to move classes. Lan-laoshi is right – it would help him focus, and it would help his grades, and Madam Yu would be less disappointed in him than she usually is. And Lan Wangji would be rid of him, which would undoubtedly make him more comfortable in his own damn class.But Wei Wuxian is weak. And horrible, and selfish, and so he chooses the third option. “Lan Wangji,” he says, turning to him with pleading eyes, “Lan-er-gege, light of my life – would you terribly mind tutoring me after school?”

Any help would be appreciated @imgonnablogtheworldtodeath

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16. Hi so i read this fic but i cant remember its name.this is a fic in which wangxian adopt a abused ayuan .he was abused by xue yang i think.and they adopt him and ayuan still has that trauma but slwlu overcomes it @rosy1324

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17. Hii for the next fic finder pls help me with a story where 

wwx gets de aged (post canon) and doesn’t remember that Jiang Yanli is dead but he gets happy to see jin Ling even says something about JY to him (that he should address him better cause he’s his nephew). Then he goes to lotus pier because he wants to be with JC but he starts remembering more things and is sent back  to cloud recess. The more the time pases the more he remembers and he gets where he remembers the wens, he’s happy to see Sizhui but discontented with the fact that after all he dies. 

After that, His body kind of shuts down (replicating  the years that was dead) and lwj has to keep passing energy so he doesn’t die and after a week or something he finally wakes up with full memory of what happened. 

Thank you!! 💙💙

FOUND? Rewritten by yamadori (Katsumi27) (G, 6k, wangxian, JC & WWX, age regression/de-aging, hurt/comfort)

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18. Fic Finder for a twitter thread fic? It was Modern AU, LQR POV, and he was Convinced WWX was abusive toward LWJ. LWJ gets very sick and isn't answering LQR's phonecalls, and LQR assumes WWX is isolating LWJ from his family; it's implied LWJ had actually pulled away from LQR because of LQR's behavior. WWX and LWJ owned a farm with the wens and were raising a-Yuan. LQR goes to the farm for the first time and ends up seeing how much WWX cares for LWJ. @lewiscarrolatemybrain​

FOUND? Twitter thread by enigmatree

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19. Hi! Can you help me find a fic? it is a time travel fic wherein Wangxian, Ayuan, Xicheng time traveled in the middle of Past wwx and jzx's fight? Yilling Laozu was hurt and he's craddling ayuan. There's also a part where the past characters thought HGJ and YLL were married and had a child which is Ayuan. It is also not Xicheng friendly if I remembered correctly. Thank you! @sandralyne07

FOUND? How did I end up with this Frozen Heart? by Grace_ShadowWolf (TaubeLePigeon) (T, 53k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It, PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, YP!WWX, twin prides of yunmeng are horrified at the relationship between their future selves, YP!WWX has short hair, Canon Divergence, Self-Indulgent, wangxian get together early, Songfic, JC Bashing, LXC Bashing)

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20. Hello! I’m looking for a fic where I think WWX was a dragon or fox who imprinted on LWJ and refused to leave him. I don’t remember much but I think there was a scene where LXC says he can’t do anything about it because dragons/foxes are celestial beings and that LWJ should study some books… or something like that.

FOUND? To lurk, to lie in wait by trippednfell (M, 124k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Huli Jing, strangers to co-parents to lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Dragons, Kid Fic, teenage juniors, background NieLan, Angst with a Happy Ending, Case Fic, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Fox Spirit WWX, Dragon LWJ, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

#20 sounds like a fic where Wei ying was a literal tiny noodle dragon 🐉  that literally imprinted on lan zhan and would ride on his shoulders and go to classes with him lol and they had to research how to get him back to human form. Wei ying apparently was messing around with arrays or something and sumoned and then was trapped by a celestial dragon being form.   they fix it and then Wei ying becomes human and wakes up in bed with lan zhan lol

FOUND? Strange Magic by Sabinasan (T, 18k, wangxian, Alternate Universe, Cursed WWX, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Possessive WWX, Protective WWX, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hair Brushing)

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[yinyangbuns]

me?? incorporating the canon wwx confession into my fanfic??? it’s more likely than you think idk i love it so much. unmatched the “back then, I really wanted to sleep with you!” is a little embarrassing BUT the rest of it is so good “You’re really great. I like you. Or in other words. I fancy you, I love you, I want you, I can’t leave you, I whatever you. I want to nighthunt with you for the rest of my life.” its so good

[admirableadmiranda]

Genuine question. Now, I do think that WWX definitely won't but theres a little voice in the back of my head that just keeps saying it. Idk, I think I'm reading too much fanfic. Would wwx be insecure when it comes to LWJ? Like, wwx, as a person, I think he has pretty high self esteem and pretty confident in himself. The reason I'm torn is because I feel like before the wangxian confession he was definitely insecure about his relationship or what he has with LWJ but after that, all doubts has disappeared and he's very confident that he's lan Zhan's only one and I love them for that, but I just get the thought that? makes me go I wonder if wei wuxian ever thought that LWJ is too good for him or like has thoughts that he isn't good enough for LWJ, but then my brain seriously arguments my own thought saying that wangxian is one of the most happy, healthy and playful relationship. EVER. It's impossible that they have insecurities after the confession because they are both very reassured they both are very much in love with each other. My head's so chaotic LMAO.

So I do think that Wei Wuxian can be insecure over Lan Wangji, but it's not the same sort of insecurity as "am I good enough for him," or "he's too good for me", because he knows himself and he knows Lan Wangji and he knows that Lan Wangji won't lie to him in any way. If Lan Wangji wants to be with him, that's enough and he's happy and knows it's real.

Pre-relationship, yes there is some room for insecurity because Wei Wuxian isn't 100% sure on how much Lan Wangji likes him, or in what way. He knows what he wants, but he's not completely certain if it's the same feelings and especially in Yunping Inn, he's pretty nervous because he wants to have Lan Wangji in his life more than he wants anything specific, so it's hard to choose to make a move because he doesn't really have a lot in his life and he's run into the first thing that he's unable and unwilling to let go of. That is a form of insecurity, that hesitation to move forward because the things that you have to lose are not the things that you are willing to part with.

Post canon? It wouldn't be insecurity over losing him over doing the wrong thing or anything like that, and it certainly wouldn't pop up very often. But what people often seem to forget is that Wangxian went through a war and they are very aware of how dangerous and swiftly ended their lives can be. Wei Wuxian died, after losing his parents on a night hunt as a small child, after watching hundreds of cultivators die in war, after nearly his entire clan was wiped out by the Wen, after Lan Wangji lost his mother and father without ever being able to say goodbye, after Lan Wangji lived through Wei Wuxian's death and unexpected revival... there is room for an insecurity over life taking away the one they love from them again. Not from jealousy or infidelity, but because life is unpredictable and death comes swiftly sometimes without you ever having the power to change it. Therefore insecurity could be born in the worry of if one of them is too late coming home, or going out on their own for a long time, or a nighthunt that goes wrong, the fear of loss is still insecurity.

But it's the sort of insecurity that can be tended to and treated with presence and affection, with reassIurance and time and consistency. It's one of the things I love about them saying "See you tomorrow" instead of good night or goodbye, it's a promise that there always will be a tomorrow, there will always be more time, they will always be together. So as there is insecurity, so is there safety in the trust and words of the other.

I understand the confusion, both in that it's heavily present in a lot of fanon that Wei Wuxian or Lan Wangji would feel insecure and not worthy of the other, but also in that we as humans tend to have those feelings only to have to dismiss them actively because no matter what we're told, we know that not everything we think is the thing we want to think or the thing that we actively think. But Wangxian first and foremost are book characters, and book characters can be free of the ever present insecurities that plague all of us. They are secure in their own self-worth, their love for each other and that their love is returned, therefore there is no reason for doubt or fear that the other might love them less.

Thanks for dropping a message by!

[sleepyowlwrites]

FTWT CCCLXXVI

Frost invented a worse alliteration :) @winterandwords

since the doc is open, you get fanfics this round.

thought (power rangers samurai)

“Good to see you awake,” a voice behind him said, pulling him around.

Without thinking, Mike settled into a fighting stance before he even saw who the voice belonged to. He relaxed a little when he saw that it was a girl around his own age. She was looking at him with an odd expression, something between curiosity and relief. As she approached, he dropped his hands, sensing no danger in the situation. “Where am I?” He asked when she was close enough that he didn’t have to raise his voice.

“Not far from where you were.” The girl had her hands behind her back and she was still looking at him like she’d never seen another person before. “I figured it’d be good to move you a little in case those monsters came back.”

It surprised him that someone with such a slight form would be able to move him anywhere, but the second part of that response was what really got his attention. “Yeah, about those monsters, did they just run off or-?” Mike questioned, trying to remember if he possibly taken out enough of them to scare the rest away. Nighloks and their moogers didn’t really scare, though, they just dried out.

The girl smiled, seeming to follow his train of thought. “Don’t feel bad. You were trained to fight with a team, right?”

“Uh,” Mike was taken aback by her comment. “What?” How could she possibly know that? Judging by the way she’d been looking at him just now, she had never seen him before, and yet she still knew about his training and his team?

though (the untamed)

“If you’re looking for a marriage, you’ll have to come through me, first.” Jiang Cheng said, politely fierce.

Jin Ling’s jaw dropped and he closed his mouth with a even deeper blush spreading across his face. “Uncle!”

To her credit, Senior Lin kept her expression mostly placid, though her eyes were clearly amused. “He’s a bit young, don’t you think?”

“Exactly! He shouldn’t even be thinking about marriage!”

“I’m glad we’re in agreement, then, Sect Leader. I am merely here to assist on the nighthunt.”

“The nighthunt?” Jiang Cheng swung around to glare at Jin Ling. “You knew I was arriving but were planning on going on a nighthunt without me?”

“Actually, I assumed you’d just come along,” Jin Ling said faintly, wishing the evening was over already. “Do you want to come?”

through (the 100)

"It's a very noticeable limp," Sage said finally, forcing the words out. Maturity was harder with people who matched it for some reason. "Everybody thinks I could fall over at any moment."

"You could," Bellamy commented, without spite.

"Obviously, yes." Sage acknowledged it while staring at the sky. "But I can stand and I can walk and I can't just sit around doing nothing."

"You haven't been," Bellamy said.

"Obviously, yes," Sage repeated, glancing at him irritably. He actually smiled for half a second, and Sage couldn't really be angry with him. "But nobody really wants to let me do anything or go anywhere because you're still mad about it. So if you could be mad on the inside and let me have your support again, I think everyone would benefit."

Bellamy nodded slowly, his jaw working like he was chewing through her request. "I'm not mad."

"Yeah, you are. We work well together, but you're in charge, and me walking around after you tell me not to isn't helping your image. I'm sorry about that, but get over it. And tell the kids to listen when I tell them how to throw sharp things."

tough (chicago pd)

Lexi blew some warmth into her bare hands before answering Adam’s call. "They're inside now, where I wish I was. This is not t-shirt weather."

"Tell me you’re wearing more than a t-shirt."

"I'm tough. And this hoodie has fuzz on the inside."

"You're gonna freeze to death. You know what the temperature is right now? I'll be right there."

"Adam, you don't have to-," Lexi sighed. He was so stubborn sometimes.

Not even two minutes later, Adam pulled up to the curb.

"What, were you just lurking around the corner?"

"Kind of. Here." He handed her a cup of coffee and while she was savoring the warmth he wrapped a scarf around her neck and pulled a hat down over her ears.

"I know I'm like you and Kim's adopted kid, but she and I are the same age."

"You don't look it, except for when you're being scary. And even then you just look like a scary kid."

"Um, thanks?"

save, scold, shiver, stare. BONUS: salvation, scorn. @oh-no-another-idea @talesofsorrowandofruin @gwens-fiction @deciphered-narrator @kaiusvnoir OR ANYBODY

[rarepears]

Lanbari ask. What if Kyouya 'Created' a new cultivation method? So now in xianxia land, there's also Flames now. I once read a fic where the mystery mom of LWJ and LXC was a Wen. We could use that here, having that fire connection with the Wens be "connected" to this nifty new power Lanbari made. Which makes everyone lose their minds. Lanbari, as ever, is a Cloud. LXC could be a Sky, a Rain or a Rainy Sky. LWJ could be a Lightning. WWX is definitely a Sun. 'Activating' the dead that he controls gives them a huge boost. MY is probably a Mist. Lanbari let's that slide since Chrome showed that not all Mists are bad. NHS is probably a Mist, too. NMJ could be a Sun or a Lightning. JWY as a Storm, JYL as a Rain.

Lanbari, having learned from his previous life that just because someone is a Sky doesn't mean they're the best person to lead. (Timoteo, Iemitsu, (sorry) Tsuna) So he'll make it so his brother doesn't have to worry too much about his people. He'll lead with gentle suggestions on how somethings would be beneficial to the Sect (I HC all Skies have Intuition) from LXC for optimum efficiency. Actually, LXC probably tells MY who gets the stamp of approval from Lanbari. Either way, his Sky brother doesn't have to deal with too much Empathy like Tsuna did while in a leadership position and won't kill off his Empathy like Nono and Iemitsu just to try and lead well.

Although being a Lan probably makes it difficult to make bonds, with all the strictly enforced social rules, so Lanbari is hunting for prospective Gaurdians for his omnivorous twin. Which was another reason for MY being handed off to LXC at first. Lanbari wanted to see if there was potential there. (There definitely was and now Lanbari has a future in law.) NMJ was a fight friend and was introduced to LXC (Little brother is introducing me to his friends! How sweet!) and bonds him, too. At this point, Lanbari worries that any other intros might lead to a harem for his brother so he tries to find others that are already spoken for. I can't think of any off the top of my head since I've never actually read the source and only fanfic of MDZS. Anyways!

You could also add some Humor to it. After introducing LXC, MY and NMJ, other Lans might think hes a good matchmaker so they try to ask Lanbari with help finding their soulmate, too. In response, Lanbari throws them at someone to get their idiotic babble away from him. It turns out, they're soulmates. Way to go, Lanbari! Now he's harassed by (idiots) people determined to go through a beating from Lanbari to get a soulmate.

You could link the future leaders of the cultivation world together early, leading to a solid foundation for them all to fall back on when/if the Wens attack. Also, imagine the Wens trying to storm the Lan Sect. For Angst, Lanbari could be on a nighthunt far away so it still happens, maybe with less casualties since he'd probably beef up the defenses. For Fix-It, he'd be present and kick the Wens asses.

 Personally, my headcanon is that mafia heads are all skies because of tradition. Skies don't make good heads and they don't have to be the head; it's just that skies are so charismatic that it ended up becoming tradition.

So... MDZS doesn't have that tradition. No one can protest about a cloud becoming sect leader instead of a sky. In fact, MDZS values talent more than necessarily firstborn becoming sect leader - otherwise Jiang Yanli could have been sect leader... probably. (Didn't the Gusu Lan had a female leader at one point? That means it's not impossible for the great sects to have female leaders. Add in the the maternal tradition of Madam Yu, it's possible! But Jiang Yanli was sickly and weak in cultivation talent.)

Anyways, Hibari as the head. I don't feel like he even listened to Tsuna - their goals just happened to align, so it's good that he's official head as he would go do his own thing regardless. Lan Xichen would have no hope of controlling Hibari's actions, just hope to mitigate the damage, if he were head instead.

Lan Xichen would serve as the Hibari-translator, softening Hibari's words into something more gentle, more politically correct. It helps that Hibari is very abrupt with his words and doesn't provide clarifying details, so Lan Xichen can twist Hibari's words a bit. You know, from "clean this mess up" to Lan Xichen now instructing the disciples to clear the debris, to contact the craftsmen, to arrange for the shop keepers to be compensated for their damaged goods, and so forth.

So that particular command is all fine and well. But when Hibari points at Jin Guangshan and says "trash"... time for Lan Xichen to sing a song about how Hibari TOTALLY meant something else. Like how Jin Guangshan should do something about the trash in his sect like all the immoral cultivators who have been disobeying rules - oh did you know that I had to stop so and so from stealing goods from a merchant's shop?

I do love the thought of Hibari hunting for good guardians for his brother. He's obviously his twin's cloud. Lan Wangji feels like a rain; plus rain can sound like music.

This frees up the lightning spot for Nie Mingjue - he willing to absorb the Wen's damage to protect his sect. He doesn't seem very... nurturing; he's more sturdy like an anchor for a ship.

Hibari doesn't exactly have to look very hard for guardians; he just lets the guardian candidates come to Gusu Lan for Lan Qiren's lessons and inspects each individual one by one. The first test is Hibari beating the potential candidates up. The guardians should be very sturdy and skilled at fighting of course!

(Meng Yao is the exception because he's the pencil pusher.)

Hibari the matchmaker! That's a hilarious thought!

Just imagine him beating up two cultivators and having them thrown into the same jail cell.. and then three years later, Hibari receives a wedding invitation to the two's wedding. He's being invited as the "matchmaker" of the couple. I guess that makes Hibari a more violent cupid?

As a cloud who's terribly possessive of his territory, Hibari would not allow himself to travel so far that he would not be at Gusu Lan for years - the Sunshot Campaign took years. If anything, Hibari hears rumors about what a strong fighting Wen Ruohan is, so he goes to Qishen Wen for a fight...

Wen Ruohan loses. Badly. Hibari is disappointed and he leaves the city, Wen Ruohan knocked out for the count.

Wen Qing uses this amazing opportunity to poison Wen Ruohan with no one the wiser; Wen Ruohan slips into a coma and never wakes up. Wen Qing blames Hibari for using poison or something something nefarious that resulted in none of her healing techniques working.

Considering that Hibari used his cloud flames in this fight and it was visible, people believe Wen Qing's claims. Hibari's fearsome reputation just went up by ten million points, but as someone who doesn't pay attention to rumors, he doesn't know about Wen Qing's claims.

Even Gusu Lan believes in Wen Qing's claims that it was Hibari's attacks that slowly killed Wen Ruohan to death.

[rayan12sworld]

(Drunk fanfics)

💠💙Advisable Lan rules and other shenanigans

By:apathyinreverie

Summary:

Maybe, Wei Ying thinks in exasperation, eyeing the utter chaos of the cheerfully chattering Lan contingent currently surrounding him. Maybe, that rule about no alcohol in the Cloud Recesses might just be a little more justified than I had admittedly assumed.

(Or, someone spikes the Lans’ tea during that Nighthunt at Phoenix Mountain. Some truths come out.)

Chapter:1/1

Words:4,253

Status:Completed

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💠💙🧡Call again

By:apathyinreverie

Summary:

“Brother?” Lan Zhan picks up the call, voice sleep-rough from being woken so late.

There is a pause.

“Well,” an unfamiliar voice replies, notably cheerful, though overloud and the slightest bit slurred in a way that identifies the speaker as likely not being entirely sober, perfectly matching the loud music and din of voices in the background. “Not quite, actually.”

(Or, Wei Ying meets a drunk Lan Xichen at a bar. They promptly devolve into being chaos gremlins together.)

Chapter:1/1

WWords:5,543

Status:Completed

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💠💙lan xichen

By:antebunny

Summary:

Wei Wuxian insists on throwing Lan Xichen a birthday party while at the Cloud Recesses. Lan Xichen accidentally gets drunk, and suddenly he has the best birthday present for his little brother, you don’t understand, Wangji is going to love it.

(Or rather, love him).  

Chapter:1/1

Words:6,540

Status:Completed

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💠💙Big Brother Knows Best

By:Clarissa_23

Summary:

Jin Zixun tries to get Lan Wangji drunk by offering him a cup of wine. A drunk accidental time traveller Lan Xichen, however, has another idea

Chapter:1/1

Words:1,388

Status:Completed

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💠💙Big Brother 'drunkenly' fix things

By:Taekook9597WangXian

Summary:

I'm a time travel hoe, I'm a sucker for it so obviously this one is yet again another travelling through time story, however this one follows Lan XiChen from 5 years post canon going back to the past when leaders of different sects gathered to discuss WWX 's attack on qiongqi path killing multiple jin cultivators , freeing the remaining Wen then going and residing in the burial mounds.

And because Lan XiChen cannot take a rest, because Lans are weak to alcohol he goes back drunk and blabbers in front of everyone:

"WangJi, where's my nephew? did you and WuXian fight badly that he took A-Yuan and stormed to the burial mounds again? Brother, you can't do this."

Enter to find out more about this story in a better worded way

I wrote this instead of taking my nap so please kindly ignore grammar mistakes if you found them. Or correct them , no problem

Chapter 2/2

Words:2,659

Status:Completed

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💠🧡i know who i want to take me home

By:ScarlettStorm

Summary:

“Nice,” Drunk Man says, into the crook of his neck, and does nothing else. Wei Ying slowly relaxes, allows himself to pat Drunk Man between the shoulder blades, and sighs.

“Okay,” he says. “Glad you think so.”

Drunk Man does not respond. Wei Ying wonders if he went back to sleep, and then takes a further moment to wonder why this always happens to him, why he’s always the one helping a heartbroken twink sober up after a terrible night out or sitting on the curb with a sobbing teenager with a fake ID while they wait for her parents to come pick her up. If only he was as shitty a person as White Mike, he could be home asleep right now and this beautiful man would be passed out in a gutter and probably mugged. Wei Ying looks down at the drunk man on his shoulder, thinks about leaving him to fend for himself, and sighs. Nope. Not on his watch.

Or: A meet-cute at two in the morning.

Chapter:2/2

Words:16,693

Status:Completed

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[sunderedazem]

do you taste my pain in this bloodstained place - chapter 15

Authors: @dream-of-tanalorr and @spyscrapper

Rating: Mature Fandom: Star Wars Jedi: Survivor Relationship: Bode/Cal (Spyscrapper) Sideship: Merrin/Mosey (Nighthunter, M&Ms) Major Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence - Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (Some) Minor Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Torture, Angst, Slow Burn, Betrayal, Whump, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Emotional Manipulation, Kidnapping, Dark Cal Kestis, Harm to Children, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Unreliable Narrator, thinking the other is dead, Mutual Pining, Codependency, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Depression, Eventual Happy Ending, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Nonsexual Nudity

Chapter Summary:

For the first time since arriving on Nur, Cal is convinced to sleep, shower, and eat, all on the same day, in that order. Bode is immensely proud of himself. Merrin is jealous. (Of Cal.)

Chapter Start:

BODE He wakes to warmth, the softness of comfortable blankets draped across his shoulders - and the heavy weight of a body lying cradled in his arms. For a moment he’s content just to lay there, pleasantly warm, some deep-rooted instinctive greed satisfied and calm, sated and purring. And the body in his arms doesn’t move, the slow, steady rising and falling of that freckled chest against his own a metronome for him. Dark eyes blink slowly open, eyelids heavy with the lull of sleep and softly tangled dreams - but as he looks down he can only smile. Cal is still asleep, cheek pressed to Bode’s collarbone next to where the priorite shard hangs on its leather cord, red hair loose and trailing across the sheets behind him. And he lies nestled in Bode’s arms still, their legs tangled together beneath the blankets, one freckled arm thrown over Bode’s waist beneath the blankets, limp with sleep. His breaths puff soft and warm over their bare skin, and he's pressed as close as he can physically get, his strong frame plastered fully against the broader body next to him. Bode smiles a little toothily at the sight of the mottled red and indigo bruises trailing across those dense shoulders, at the teeth marks pressed deep into pale skin. All easily hidden beneath a simple shirt, of course - certainly nothing that could be seen while Cal's in uniform. He isn't about to try and broadcast his relationship all over the Fortress quite so obviously, no matter how it would please that intensely protective, possessive part of him.

(Again, mind the tags! There's a lot of them, and not all of them are above)

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[ladylamrian]

Hii 🥰

I saw this and thought pink 🩷 You can use the quote / pic in whichever way you want 🩷

Loyal to be Royal 👑

Female Main Character: Alex

Pairing: can be considered as F!MC×NikRyder or F!MC×Garrus, the fae

Summary: Alex feels the pressure of royal life

Word Count: 1.9K words

Rating: General

Warnings: none

-> My complete Nightbound Masterlist <-

A Garrus (fae) fanfic for @teatimemols 🧝🏻‍♂️🧚🏼‍♀️

Taglist: @infactnoimmasitinthemiddle ; @peonierose ; @secretaryunpaid ; @jdstar88 ; @blackcatkita ; @lilyoffandoms ; @liviusofpella ; @mxdanni ; @dutifullynuttywitch ; @mariemarieohcontrary ; @tessa-liam ; @choicesficwriterscreations ; @hopelessromantic1352 ; @rosepetals1 ; @choicesjanuary2024 (Prompt: Relationships)

Some parts beta-read by @peonierose

Thanks @lilyoffandoms for ideas of this prompt

Comments via Reblog wholeheartly welcome

Author's note: Part of Song Lyrics taken and rewritten from Barbie - The Princess & the Pauper 🩷👑

"Hey guys, I'm back.", Alex tiredly spoke as she finally entered Garrus his bar, the Graveyard Shift from the side-door. Krom, Ivy, Nik and Garrus were seated on stools and enjoying their drinks.

"Hey, Alex!! You look exhausted. Everything alright?", Nik asked her with a concerned look on his face as she plopped on an empty stool next to him and rested her head on the wooden table.

"Tired.", she wispered.

"Tired? Awww, poor thing. Did you faes partied hard at the palace or what?", Ivy giggled and gently rubbed her friend's back.

To answer her question, Alex sat upright and faced her friends with a sad expression. "Ivy, that's not it. I'm so tired of all those many rules. I'll never be a perfect royal. All I do is make mistakes. I... I just want to make Thalissa and everyone proud, but I can't. I wish just father was alive. He would have definitly helped me."

"Rook, you're still learning. I know you will be doing well. I just want to say... We... We haven't seen you for days and... well...".

"What we all want to say is that we missed you, Alex."

"I know, Krom. I missed you all too. Sorry, but beeing royalty isn't exactly a piece of cake. I thought it's not going to be difficult and I'll enjoy this wealthy life, but I guess I didn't know what was coming for me. It's so stressful, especially when Lamrian has currently no ruler sitting on it's throne. So it's up to me to handle everything."

"Do you even want this royal life, rook? Can you handle this or...?"

"Oh baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.", she confidently answered him and winked.

"Oh really?", he raised an eyebrow.

"Nik, I somehow have to. For my father, Lord Elric. I'm alive only because of him and Lamrian is my home. I don't want to disappoint him. I have a duty to fulfill... just like you have, Nik.", she glanced meaningful at him and got serious now.

Yes, what has to be done, must be done. Just like the young nighthunter, Nik Ryder swored after the death of his adopted father to protect everyone from evil and keep the worlds safe.

"Yeah, guess so... I just thought about your well-beeing.", Nik disappointedly looked away, trying to avoid her gaze.

"I know, but I have to prove myself. Some fae nobles are just... Arrrghh!!! Rules, rules and more rules.", she wanted to scream and let her frustrations just out.

"I sadly know what you mean, darling. I've been there too.", Garrus gently smiled at her and layed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Honestly, I feel hopeless actually. They haven't even considered me as Elric's child yet, as the heir of Lamrian, a member of the royal fae court... I'm no fae for them, just an outsider who's responsible for my father's dea..."

"Don't you dare to say that!!", Garrus suddenly bursted out his anger which surprised everyone since it's not his nature.

"Uhhh, Garrus? You okay?"

"I... I... I'm sorry. My apologies for the sudden tone and behavior. But... My fellow fae friend, don't you ever dare to blame yourself for anything. You're innocent and not responsibile for anything. Neither for the death of my duke nor the banishment of young Lord Tialo. Some fae nobles are just like that and they won't change their behavior, so do not allow them treat you like this. They think they're just better than others. Trust me, I've been there too once and I feel you. Of not beeing accepted and..."

Garrus was the heir of a Fae viscount before the Fae cast him out. The friendly fae remained exiled until this day. He was banished for running cons and swindling magic off the upper crust. The Fae court was too uptight for him and he needed his freedom. But until today, still dreaming of returning to the Fae kingdom. His true home.

Garrus lowered his head, remaining silent for a moment in front of his friends who worriedly glanced at his sad expression. It took a few seconds, before the handsome fae snapped out of his thoughts and focused back on his loyal companions.

"I was thinking. My dear Alex, let me help you. Guide you and teach you about the royal life of a fae. Let's show them what we got, darling."

"You would do that? Are you sure?"

"I'll show you, m'lady. But I'll teach you in my style. Some music, please!", Garrus requested and Krom immediately did what he asked. A beautiful, classical melody began to play. Garrus began to sing and dance. Taking Alex her hands in his and twirling around the room as if they were dancing waltz in a dance hall. While dancing he began to demonstrate whatever he was singing whether using his acting skills, body language or showing her something. He started by picking up a silver spoon from a plate.

🎶 To be a royal is to know which spoon to use.

To be a royal is a thousand pairs of shoes.

To maintain a regal gait.

Leave the parsley on your plate.

And be charming but detached, yet amused 🎶

"Wohoooo, Garrus!!!", Ivy excitely cheered and began to whistle.

🎶 To be a royal is to never be confused

Do a plié and never fall

Don't ever stray from protocol

All through the day, there's just one way you must behave

Do keep a grip and never crack

Stiff upper lip and arch the back

Bend from above and always wear your crown and wave

Shoulders back and

Tummy in and

Pinky out and

Lift the chin and

Slowly turn the head from side to side 🎶", he sang while Alex did what he musically requested.

"Like this?"

"Dear, you're Fae-tastic!"

"We're Fae-tastic."

Soon Garrus signaled Krom to turn off the music. The song might be over but there was still a lot to teach.

"That dance was amazing, Garrus."

"Thanks, now listen!! From the way you eat to the way you walk, here's what it takes to have the manners of a royal.", Garrus proudly handed Alex a very big binder over.

"Ooof, it's... really heavy. But you will help me, right?"

"Of course, teaching you about the life among the royal court of the fae is also important. Don't worry that's very simple. Are you up for the task or is that too much for the beginning, darling?"

"I'm ready, Garrus. Challenge accepted!!", she winked.

"First thing, the royal curtsies. They don't need to reach the floor, simply put one leg behind the other, bend your knees, and bow your head slightly. However, deeper curtsies and long pauses are a sign of respect and formality."

Alex does as her fae-friends explained and put one leg behind the other, bend your knees, and bow your head slightly.

"Pfff, that's easy."

"I like your spirit, dear.", he smiled and placed a plate infront of Alex and requested her to take a seat at the table.

"You may not put much thought into how you cut your food, but those nobles take dining etiquette very seriously."

"I know how to eat properly. I'm a grown-up and not a toddler."

She held the knive in the right hand, the fork in the left with the tines facing down and stabbing the food. Then she brought it to the mouth.

"Instead of stabbing the food, balance food on back of the fork, then bring it to the mouth."

"Is it that important, Garrus? I mean, at least I don't mess up my clothes or my face while having a meal. "

"You're right, dear. I don't care either, but... the other faes."

"I know...", she sighted.

"Look, if royals need to use the restroom during a meal, they don't announce their intentions. They simply say, "Excuse me," and leave it at that. If they're not done eating, they cross the utensils so wait staff know not to take the plate. When finished with the meal, they place utensils at an angle, putting the handles at the bottom right of the plate."

Alex took the fork and knife in her hand and started to place them correctly on the plate.

"Wait, you mean that angle?"

"Like 4:20 on a clock you mortals use."

"Hah, I got it! I'm good at this, right? Show me more, Garrus."

"You're a natural, dear. Now let me think what else you might... Ahhh, yes. Now I know. They say your handshake reveals a lot about your personality. Keep direct eye contact with the fae in front of you, grasp their hand firmly but not painfully, shake for one or two pumps (no more!), and shine a royal smile."

"Why two pumps and not more?"

"Yeah, why two? Good question, Alex. Why only two, Garrus? What if I want to give four?", Ivy asked too.

"Wouldn't four be too much.", Krom asked worriedly.

"Yeah Garrus, why two?"

"Quiet, please!! I'm trying to give lectures to Alex. I actually don't know either. Hmmm, let's skip that. Alex, they say that men in the royal family put out a helping hand when their spouses go down a flight of stairs, especially at formal events. The women keep their chins parallel to the ground and hands at their sides. If there's a banister, they rest a hand on it, rather than grab it and keep their toes pointed toward the railing while they walk."

"I know, I know, it's just like in the movies. But this royalty here doesn't need the helping hand of a man, I can do this on my own.", she confidently answered.

"Your spirit is admirable. Another point, royalty are expected to be addressed by their full, given names rather than nicknames given to them by their families and friends. Sooooo...", Garrus nervously glanced at Nik who immediately understood.

"Are you tryin' to tell me something, Garrus? Nobody has a problem if I give Alex nicknames. It's my style, right rook?"

"Uhhhhh... riiiiiiiight, blondie.", Alex rolled her eyes and grinned after giving the blond haired guy a new nickname. It's sure fun.

"Don't call me like that, rook."

"Alright, blondie. Oh, I... I mean, Nik. So Garrus, what's next?", she tried not to laugh and turned her attention back to the young fae.

"Alex, you did well. These are enough lessons for the first day, we'll continue tomorrow. Time to open the Graveyard Shift and letting the customers in.", Garrus suggested while taking out his keys to open his bar. As he was headed towards the front door, Alex stopped him by resting her arm on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I... Thank you, Garrus. For helping me, teaching me. For everything."

"I would do anything for my favorite fae."

"I know, but still. Thanks! And I'll promise you that one day, I'll make sure that your banishment will be lifted. I'm aware of how much you miss your home, Garrus. Soon you'll be free again, I promise."

"Thank you, Lady Alex."

"Please, no formalities. You're my friend. Even when I become a duchess one day, I would never want my friends to call me like this. Without any title, please. Just Alex is fine.", she smiled at him.

[incense-burner-ideas]

I've seen so many posts and fanfics and fanarts of Wei Ying growing horny and desperate whenever LWJ is away because he's so used to having sex every day and going without is awful and terrible

And that's great, 10/10, I get it and endorse it

But

Consider this same concept, but with LWJ

WWX is gone on a nighthunt with the juniors as a supervisor, and it's something of a total of a week away. LWJ is happy about it, he is - the young ones have a lot to learn from WWX, and the fact that the elders allowed him to go instead of someone else is a good sign of them accepting his husband in the sect fully.

Except... it's lonely. In more ways than one. LWJ is so used to WWX being around him, by his side, that seeing empty space when he turns his head to tell WWX something or finding nobody waiting in the jingshi at night is unnerving. It reminds him of his 13 years of grief and longing and the quiet acceptance that he was always going to be alone.

It's a bit ridiculous, he knows. WWX will be back soon, of course, and his absence is only temporary because the juniors need a chaperone.

That doesn't make LWJ miss WWX any less, though.

Not only are daily chores and meals so very lonely, the bed is too. LWJ finds himself reaching for his husband to hold to sleep, but there are only pillows and blankets and the faint scent of the new soap WWX has taken to using, with notes of lavender and jasmine.

LWJ misses him so much it's pathetic. He misses WWX tinkering about in the jingshi before bedtime, misses the mess of talisman papers and hapazardly thrown books onto the floor alongside half empty jars of wine, misses the mischevious look in WWX's eyes when he abandons his work at last, saying "it's almost nine, isn't it?"

Oh and does LWJ miss hearing that and what comes after it, how WWX crawls over to him like a panther to its prey, his robes practically falling open to reveal his toned chest and the fading bitemarks of the night before, his hair a dark waterfall over his back and shoulders because he'd already undone his red ribbon.

And how soft his lips are when they kiss, warm and plush and tasting of wine and desire and the promise of yet another carnal, sinful, fulfilling night... how his hands work so expertly to open LWJ's own robes and seek skin and touch so reverently but so desperately, like it's the first and last time altogether.

LWJ swallows hard, tosses and turns in his lonely bed, eyelids full of images of the nights of passion that have played out on that mattress, the moans and the begs and the mindless dirty talk and nonsensical promises WWX always seems to make when he grows impossibly close to his release.

How his hands grip at LWJ's shoulders hard enough to leave nail indents in the skin, how his eyes look so glassy and far away and full of love as LWJ tells him to "look at me. Don't look away." and he does, mouth falling open around his name and his insides clenching in appreciation.

How hot WWX's skin feels, hot and sweaty and smooth and perfect, oh LWJ is dying to touch it, touch him everywhere and kiss him and bite him and etch his mark into his husband's skin forever.

God, when WWX comes back LWJ will keep him in bed for three days straight. He'll tie WWX up in all sorts of ways so he can't leave and then he'll absolutely fucking ruin him.

LWJ finds himself impatient, mindlessly tears at his robes to reach the offending bodily need that has him so desperate and near hyperventilation - and he's already hard and ready and it's so unfair WWX isn't there to comment on it, to kiss and lick at the head of his cock and tease until LWJ is a mess of precum and half-breaths.

LWJ suddenly feels like a teenager again, hormonal and uncontrolled, getting off to his imaginary trysts with WWX who, at the time, did nothing but rail LWJ up into an angry, horny mess.

He's still doing that, though the anger is now at the fact that WWX is away and he shouldn't be, fuck, he should be riding LWJ instead, whining at the size and how difficult it is to take all of it while looking over his shoulder with a lustful expression at LWJ who's gripping his hips to bruises.

LWJ moans in the silence of the jingshi, half in reality and half in his fantasy, desperately rubbing at himself to the rhythm of his imagination. When WWX comes back they'll do all that and more until they're both spent and immobile and LWJ will never let him leave like that again because it's torture.

How could he leave like that, after LWJ has gotten so used to his touches and his body and how intoxicating it can be to give into lust and fuck, how good it feels to have the person he loves at his mercy. Begging, pleading, crying, gripping at the bedsheets hard enough to tear them apart, back bowed to its tallest arch and screaming harder, faster, fuck, ah-

It's a few minutes later LWJ he returns to his body and realizes he needs to do a late night laundry change.

And to go buy rope the next day.

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That’s Not What You Want to See When You Come Home

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Summary: just another period drabble, because there are not enough stories out there. this time including Walter. A little less fluffly and a little more angsty, but it fits him.

Paring: Walter Marshall x teacher!reader (2nd person pov)

Warnings: periods and blood, mentions of policework and things involved, a gun, i tried to build up suspense that’s a warning in itself, a different take on period stories, fluff at the beginning and end

Not your thing? don't read it. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

A/N: connected to Home For The Weekend , i’ll make a proper series out of these two someday. also, i started my period yesterday and felt the need to write this. not beta’d. The 'blood' on the mood board is wine, all good💗.

Word count: 1.1k

Title: That’s Not What You Want To See When You Come Home

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The day had started off better than it went. When you woke up, it was just in time to see Walter drop his towel, giving you a chance to admire your husband in his birthday suit before he'd go to work, to return home only late at night. You had hummed in approval and bitten your lip and when he noticed you were awake, he had marched over to your side and given you a searing kiss, a whispered "good morning, baby". While he finished getting ready, you dragged yourself out of bed to prepare some breakfast and coffee. You packed some lunch for Walter - the leftovers from yesterday.

After breakfast, he gave you one last goodbye-kiss and left.

Everything had turned around from that moment on.

It's your one free day and you had decided to relax. In the last weeks, months if you were honest, you had spent your free Wednesdays and your weekends grading papers and planning lessons. This week, your schedule allowed you a break.

Ironically, the start of your period falls on today. Fantastic. Not that it's surprising, you had felt it coming, your tracker had notified you, but that timing was just... impeccable.

It's a light flow, though, so you equip yourself for a that. It's the first day anyway... No heavy flow expected.

So you sit on the couch, wrapped in blankets and catch up with your favorite show, when it happens.

***

Walter comes home earlier than expected. Earlier than ever, really. It's early afternoon when he swings open the front door, expecting you to jump into his arms. But nothing.

When he steps into the living room, he finds the TV bright with Netflix' "Are you still watching?" written across it, a by now melted bowl of ice cream on the coffee table and...

The cream colored blanket soiled by a crimson patch crumbled on the ground. More red streaks splattered across it. And upon looking closer there’s some blood on the bowl as well.

Immediately, Walter switches from husband who just returned home to detective inspecting a crime scene. The panic he tried to fight making itself obvious when he draws his gun - in case someone is here. He curses himself for allowing his hands to shake, but he can't bring them to stop. For all he knows, his wife is missing, and there's blood in the living room. His experience makes him assume the worst.

He searches every room, quietly, his house now an unfamiliar place. Gun drawn and safety unlocked, he goes deeper into inside. Looking for any sign of what has happened here. It’s quiet, so damn quiet, when he reaches the top of the stairs.

His small study; empty, everything in its place.

Your study; your usual organized chaos, but no traces of anything happening here.

The bedroom; everything how he had left i-

A bloody t-shirt, dropped carelessly by the door to the ensuit bathroom. The t-shirt you had worn this morning. His t-shirt.

Panic clutches his heart with icy claws, a cold sweat making the gun in his hand a little more slippery than it should be as he raises it and inches his other hand to the doorknob. His shaky breath is drowned out by his own hammering heartbeat. What would he find in there?

Giving himself no time to even think up the possible scenarios what could have happened, he pushes the door open forcefully, making it slam into the wall.

***

Your day had been absolute shit, and now you almost had a heart attack, too. While you were sitting on the toilet lid, spreading your favorite lotion on your legs after your shower, the door bursts open and all you can see for a second is a large man aiming a gun at you.

You scream, shrill and loud – who wouldn’t?

Only a second later, you recognize the man as your husband, his face wild with worry, hands shaking.

“What the fuck, Walter?!” you yell when he lowers and locks the gun, putting it back into the holster on his hip.

He just stares at you in shock for a few seconds, before he catches himself. “What the fuck?! What the fuck did you do? I come home and everything is covered in blood and I can’t find you anywhere. And you ask me what the fuck?!” he yells, still utterly panicked.

You flinch at his booming voice, tears springing to your eyes. Damn those hormones! Realizing his mistake, Walter slowly steps towards you and pulls you off the toilet lid to cradle you in his arms. You immediately start sobbing into his chest, the shock, your hormones, the frustration all crashing down on you. He holds you and pats your head, whispering to you soothingly.

Once your tears ebb away, he pulls back to look at you.

“Baby, can you tell me what happened?”

You nod and get up, off his lap, to collect some clothes. You do that so you don’t have to look at him while you tell him. It’s embarrassing.

“My period started,” you explain in a small voice, slipping into a comfy sports bra back in your bedroom.

“And?” Walter asks, entering the room.

“You know it usually starts lightly for me. Well… not this time. Not really.” You slip into another of Walter’s t-shirts as you turn to face him. He gives you a puzzled look, still not understanding, really.

“I sneezed! It just… like ketchup! And my nose started bleeding, too! I… we can throw that blanket away… I’ll never get that stain out,” you sigh.

“Oh, baby, come here,” Walter laughs, arms wide open, waiting to hold you tight. Hesitantly, you hug him. You have no idea what’s so funny about this. “Oh fuck, when I got home and found the blood I expected the worst,” he sighs into your hair and hugs you tighter. “How about we go back downstairs and eat something while watching your show? Hm?”

“But you hate it,” you mumble into his sweater.

“Babe, I came home and thought you got murdered. I think I can endure watching a few episodes of your show.”

Done as said, a few minutes later, you’re sitting cuddled together on the couch, each with a plate and a sandwich, watching your stupid cop show while Walter has to bite his tongue not to complain about how unrealistic this is. And an hour later, he’s holding you while you nap on top of him, softly running his hands up and down your back, trying not to move too much while laughing as he watches the first season of your show, only to find it's quite entertaining, actually. Of course he’s never admit it to you.

                                  The End

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Mood blurb - Nighthunter 

His skin had become pale under the TL light of his desk, long nights marking deep circles under his eyes. 

Marshall practically lived for his job, at his job. 

His eyebrows ever frowning, a lasting wrinkle now creasing the skin between his pensive blue eyes. 

On rare days he’d be home for dinner, but usually it was only after you had crawled beneath the duvet that you would hear the front door click open, a soft sigh echoing through the small hallway of your apartment. 

He was home. 

And like always, he kicked off his boots and shuffled into the bedroom, finding you in bed, eyes closed, though never truly asleep. 

‘Hey.’ You whispered groggily, blinking open an eye and seeing his silhouette carved in the sliver of light that came from the opened bedroom door. 

‘Go to sleep dear.’ He hushed, stepping closer and brushing a warm hand over your shower-fresh hair. 

‘Mm-mmm.’ You disagreed, yawning and stretching out your arms, wrapping them around the nearest limb you could grasp onto; his leg. 

He grumbled something indiscernible - OH your grumpy bear -, before finally mumbling; ‘Scoot over.’ 

And of course, you gladly did, him on top of the sheets and you below, his head laying down on your pillow as he sniffed in the scent of your shampoo. 

‘Can’t sleep?’ He asked quietly, to which you yawned again, your nimble fingers searching for his sweater-covered arm and dragging it over your sleepy form. 

‘Hmm.’ He sighed, understanding just what you needed, his body turning sideways so he could envelop you in his warm, bear-like hug. And also like always you hummed in satisfaction, wiggling a little to get comfortable in his embrace. 

‘Sleep well dear.’ He whispered tenderly, his voice already starting to droop with tiredness, to which you could only agree. 

‘You too, Walt.’ 

Soon enough, the Sandman came, the lights in the hallway forgotten and Walter not even beneath the sheets. But honestly..it didn’t matter. He was safe and that’s what counted, your fingers tracing calm circles over his hand until you too drifted off, dreaming soundly in the arms of your sweet bear of a man. 

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Author’s note: Ugh..today’s been so depressing. Sometimes you just have those days, right? All I want is to cuddle up with big bear Walter and sniff his soft sweater after a long day at work. 😩

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