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Extrication in G Major | Part Four

Extrication in G Major Masterlist

Summary: After a sweet morning with Jake, reality finds you at home that night and the consequences of your decision to stand up to Luca become abundantly clear.

Warnings: VIOLENCE – [Assault, Battery, Weapons], Serious Reader Injury, Blood, Wounds, Emergency Services, First Aid, Cliff Hanger, Mature/Explicit Themes [oral – m/f receiving, manual stimulation – m/f receiving, condoms, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration] – 18+ Only.

Author’s Note: This part contains intense violence. If you are not comfortable taking on the warnings above, please stop reading once you reach the part where the reader is asleep at home in her apartment. I will add a sanitized recap at the beginning of Part Five.

Word Count: 4628

The watery grey of pre-dawn seeped through your eyelids, rousing you to consciousness. The heat of Jake’s body was pressed against your back, his arm slung around your hips holding him to you. At some point in the night, in a futile attempt to regulate your body temperature, you had slid you legs out from beneath the duvet to counteract the warmth he supplied.

He deep, soothing, rhythmic breaths nearly pulled you back under. Made your eyelids droop. But your body protested its need to visit the bathroom, making clear the real reason why you found yourself awake. Biting your lip to hone your focus, you carefully slid his arm from your body before slipping off the edge of the bed, creeping to the ensuite bathroom to resolve the issue that woke you before padding back into the room quietly. The sun was just beginning to work its way above the horizon behind the city skyline across the bay, giving advance warning of its arrival by drenching the clouds in hues of pink and red. Snagging the throw that had somehow, once again, found its way onto the area rug beneath the bed, you wrapped the woven fibres around the bare skin of your body before carefully unlocking the sliding door and stepping out onto the covered balcony to take in the sunrise in its full glory.

The bay was calm, the water almost as smooth as glass; reflecting the riot of colour playing out above, amplifying the spectacular beauty of the moment. A pair of strong arms suddenly slid around you from behind, making you gasp as you jumped slightly before you leaned back against Jake’s broad chest.

“Sorry Jake, I didn’t mean to wake you…” You whispered, feeling as though speaking any louder at that time of day would be utterly inappropriate.

“S’ok.” He mumbled into your shoulder sleepily. “You just looked so pretty out here I couldn’t help myself…” He yawned deeply and you bit your tongue to hold back a chuckle.

The pair of you stood in companionable silence, watching the sunrise, until his arms tightened around your waist a little.

“Darlin’, would you do something for me?” He asked softly, sounding notably more awake.

Turning in his arms to face him, you swallowed thickly to see that he had not bothered to cover his expanse of golden skin.

“Of course, Jake…” You murmured breathlessly, fingers tracing across his pectoral muscles absently, drawn to touch him by a force akin to magnetism.

His lips pulled up into a smirk as he watched you through his soft lashes, wetting his lips with his tongue.

“Would you play that song for me again?”

“Hmmm?” You looked up to him, confused, as you had played a great many of songs with him in the audience.

“The one where you sat my dumb ass down, darlin’, the first night we met…” He grinned knowingly and you could not help but laugh, pulling his lips to yours for a firm kiss.

“Sure…just let me get my cello.” Your lips brushed against his as you spoke, pressing another warm kiss to them before you stepped back to head inside.

You dropped the throw and dug through the pile of clothes, pulling on his boxers – your underwear truly was beyond use, and his black t-shirt before heading down the stairs to fetch your cello from the kitchen. The roses remained a supple red where they lay half in the sink and you smirked, pleased, before returning to the main suite to find him sitting on the end of the bed, still not bothering with clothing.

“Can I record you?” He asked, long fingers idly flipping his phone end-over-end as he watched you set up in the armchair in the corner of the room.

“Sure, just give me a moment to look over the score again, it’s been a bit…” You rifled around in inside pocket of your cello case, finding the paper score.

Humming along softly, you practiced the fingering against your thigh. You ran through it twice before you felt ready and looked to Jake.

“It might not be perfect…” You warned him as you took your position, nestling the cello between your knees.

“You’re perfect, darlin’…” He winked and your heart skittered against your ribs.

You took a deep, steadying breath before nodding to him to go ahead and press record. The rendition of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 in G Major that you played that morning was different than the first time you had met. For one you were not furious at him. In fact, despite that rocky start, you had grown to care for him quite deeply. For another, you were also facing the consequences of your refusal to pay Luca’s latest bill. Your stubbornness in the moment had planted a seed of fear deep inside you which laced the overall melancholy of the melody with a frenetic energy. Your dynamic bowing had the generous neck of Jake’s t-shirt sliding off your right shoulder, but you did not even notice as you continued to play, lost in the song.

You stayed perfectly still as the last of the notes faded into the silence, waiting for him to confirm he had stopped recording.

“Stay right there, hold on.” He quickly stepped over to you and took your bow carefully putting it and your cello away, closing the case before inserting himself in the empty space between your legs, looking awfully pleased with himself. “Finally made it right where I wanted to be.” He crowed softly on his knees, and you rolled your eyes, pressing your lips to his to shut him up. “All seriousness though…” he panted against your lips, shaking his head. “…what is a talented woman like you doing wasting her time in San Diego?” The sea glass green of his eyes flicked to yours, making the muscles of your throat constrict roughly.

“Got tired of the cold and grey…wanted sun and sand…Plus if I knew they made them as pretty as you out here I would have come a lot sooner…” You slid your hands into his hair and arched down to kiss him deeply, hoping to erase that train of thought as you licked along his tongue.

He grunted into your mouth hungrily, fingers digging into the fabric of his boxers on your hips, tugging on them insistently until you lifted off the chair. He pulled them down your legs, hooking your knees over his shoulders before latching his mouth onto your inner thigh. You whimpered as he sucked the tender flesh between his teeth, planting your hands on the arms of the chair, unable to look away as his eyes bore into yours from below.

His progress towards the apex of your thighs was slow, methodical, and he left a trail of marks along the inside of each of your trembling legs along the way. By the time his heated breath at last brushed against your folds you were swollen and dripping with want, your clit peeking out from beneath its protective hood. Jake sank lower onto the floor, seeming to melt at the sight of you, before dragging his tongue through the glistening slick his actions had created.

“Jake!” You gasped out raggedly, fingers scratching at the rough weave of the linen chair, making an audible noise beneath your nails.

Humming against you in mock sympathy, his fingers shifted to spread your folds, exposing your clit to the teasing tip of his tongue. You slumped back in the chair, the last vestiges of your proper cellist’s pose lost with a ragged exhale as one hand threaded through his hair eagerly. Sealing his mouth around your clit, he began to suck rhythmically, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves while applying gentle pressure on the top of your mound. You moaned richly and bucked towards his mouth, ankles locking behind his neck to hold him in place greedily.

“That feel good, darlin’?” He panted cockily against you, making you tremble and whimper eagerly.

“Yes please, Jake, yes…” You babbled and tugged at his hair pleadingly as he chuckled but promptly obliged, mouth returning to your clit to resume his persistent torture as the index finger of his other hand circled your entrance before sinking into your warmth, promptly hooking forward to seek that spongey spot he had so triumphantly located last night in the kitchen.

“Oh fuck!” You howled, hips surging forward and thighs pressing against his cheeks recklessly as his targeting was successful, trembling violently as his throaty chuckle vibrated through your body.

Seemingly undeterred by basic needs such as oxygen, Jake added his middle finger to the effort, thoroughly focused on providing relentless and steady stimulation that was gradually turning your peripheral vision hazy. Each of his actions were ratcheting the tension tighter and tighter in your lower abdomen, your toes curled rigidly behind his head as your chest heaved, each exhale a stream of keens and pleas until your orgasm shattered over you in a blinding white light.

Awareness returned with the sensation of Jake pressing generous, wet kisses to the insides of your still-trembling thighs and you smiled down at him adoringly.

“Mmm get up here, pretty boy I wanna kiss you…” You sighed, untangling your legs from around his shoulders.

He obliged promptly, but not without a self-satisfied chuckle against your lips. You raked your fingers through his hair, planting your feet on the floor as you kissed him deeply, the tang of your release against his lips only making you press closer to him. You could feel the needy length of him pressed between your bodies and it was your turn to hum in mock sympathy.

“Want some help with that, pretty boy?” You licked your lips as you pulled back to drink in the intoxicating green of his eyes, the long-healed scar on his left cheek, his kiss-swollen lips.

“Pretty please, darlin’?” He smirked, the expression ripped off his face as your fingers wrapped around his cock, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as his eyebrows knit up together in pleasure.

You marveled at the velvety soft feel of his skin, contrasted by the firmness of his arousal. Your thumb caressed tip of him before you began to slide your fist along his length, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down the corded muscles of his neck.

“You’ve been so generous Jake…” You murmured warmly and you felt him swallow viciously beneath your lips. “So, tell me…what can I do for you…” You ran your teeth along the hinge of his jaw before following it with a swipe of your tongue, enjoying the way his breath hitched in his throat.

He groaned softly in response, lost in the feel of your hand stroking along him, until you halted your movements and pulled back to look at him expectantly. His eyes fluttered open, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Ride me.” His voice was hoarse with arousal, deeper than usual, and combined with his statement made you clench around nothing.

“You want me to ride you?” You confirmed breathily and he groaned, lips crashing into yours hungrily. “Bed?” You gasped out when he finally gave you the opportunity to breathe and he lifted you up, quickly covering the distance across his bedroom to lay on his bed, sitting you on his abdomen as he settled back on the pillows.

You leaned over to reach into the drawer he had retrieved the condom from the night before, grabbing a foil packet and shifting down to sit on his thighs. Unable to resist, you shimmied down onto your stomach, licking at the length of him a few times before carefully unrolling the latex over his cock. Raising up once more, you slid one arm from his t-shirt, intending to remove the garment entirely but he shook his head quickly.

“Leave it on…like my clothes on you…” He croaked and you licked your lips with a nod, opting to leave the one arm free, your breasts peeking out from beneath the folds of fabric across your chest.

Taking his cock in hand, you shifted forward, pressing the tip of him to your entrance before slowly sinking down. You let gravity fill you inch by inch until your pelvis sat snug atop his, chest heaving as your fingers dug into the hollows of his abdominal muscles.

“Christ darlin’ you fit so snug around me…” Jake panted from below you, voice filled with wonderment as his hands caressed your thighs.

Rocking forward at first, grinding your clit into the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock, you moaned raggedly, driven to work your thigh muscles to rise up his length only to sink back down, eager to be full of him again. The temptation to clench your eyes shut was great, but you fought against it, wanting to memorize the way Jake’s jaw clenched each time you ground against his hips, the way his eyebrows rose along with your hips, the glassy quality of his eyes as they stared up at you. Your earlier wardrobe choice was rewarded when his hands slid up to cup your easily accessible breasts, his scorching palms kneading at your sensitive flesh, making you flutter around him and drawing a hiss from behind his teeth.

A sheen of sweat covered your body from the effort and Jake courteously planted his feet, offering his thighs for you to lean back against. The new angle had the head of his cock dragging along the front wall of your cunt, making you whimper obscenely, your arousal drenching his pelvis. You gripped his forearms, desperate for an anchor to keep to tied to this plane and keep moving, wanting so very much to make him cum.

“Don’t you dare fight it…” He growled, bucking up against you sharply, making your mouth fall open. “I wanna feel that pretty pussy squeeze me so tight I can’t breathe, darlin’.” He shifted slightly to begin thrusting up against you in earnest, making your head loll back between your shoulders as you wailed nonsensically with each collision of his hips against yours.

“Jake! Ahn! Oh fuck!”

He only grunted in reply, his hold on your breasts firm as he maintained his punishing rhythm, driving the air from your body. Your nails dug into the skin of his arms as his relentless thrusts flung you into release, leaving a matching set of crescent moon shapes in his flesh as you spasmed around his cock ruthlessly. You were vaguely aware of his anguished moan, the haphazard pace he set as he chased his own orgasm as you slumped forward onto his chest bonelessly. His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him so very tightly as he arched from the bed, spilling his release into the protective layer of the condom as he groaned hungrily.

You woke him gently several hours later when the sun was much higher in the sky, pressing gentle kisses across his cheeks and brow. “Jake…” You called warmly, smile widening as his eyelashes fluttered before flitting open to reveal bleary eyes. “Hey…I have to go. I’m waking you up so you don’t think I left without saying goodbye, ok?” You kissed him softly.

“But it’s Sunday….” He muttered bitterly, trying to pull you back into bed, fingers pulling at the clothing he found covering your body.

“I know, the whole orchestra was sure to express their displeasure at the admin arranging headshots for today, but we have no choice. So, I have to go get my hair done and then my make up and yeah…it’s going to take all afternoon. So please relax and enjoy your day off, ok?” You smoothed his hair lovingly, grinning as he nodded. “Is it ok if I leave my cello here? I’ll come get it tomorrow…we’ll have dinner…”

He nodded quickly, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip. “Sounds perfect, darlin’. See you tomorrow.”

Your eyes traced over the features of his face once more, tucking them into the corner of your heart for safe keeping before you leaned in to kiss him deeply, savouring the taste of his mouth.

“Oh…and Jake?” You whispered. “I stole your underwear in payment for the ruined ones.”

“Oh fuck…” He groaned, trying to grab your hips but you were already too far away, walking backwards out the door. You gave him one last wave before heading downstairs to grab your re-wrapped roses and outside to your waiting ride share.

You were asleep in your bed, headshots on file with the program pamphlet designers, makeup washed off, roses proudly on display on your kitchen room table in the worn plastic jug, when you heard the crack of the door as it gave way under the force of a crowbar. The chain was easily ripped from the wall, apparently having not been installed effectively, and the chair you had propped under the doorknob proved ineffective as well. You had come home, knowing that you could not hide at Jake’s house forever. Naively hoping to prevent his entanglement in your father’s failings. The invasion of your apartment was startling but no surprise.

Luca was on you immediately, hauling you from the bed, slamming you down into the chair at the head the kitchen table once he had pulled it out and turned it forty-five degrees.

“Oh, sorry kid, did we wake you?” He sneered inches from your face and your eyes snapped to the doorway to see he had brought a friend – a broad, looming figure you did not recognize.

The unknown man ambled through the apartment, somehow making the one room space feel even smaller, to lay the crowbar, a hammer, and a hunting knife on the table beside you.

“Now. We didn’t get to finish our conversation the other day. I believe we were discussing the consequences” his eyes drifted meaningfully to the tools on the tabletop, “of your refusal to cover your father’s debt.”

His breath was acrid, reeking of tobacco and vodka, burning your nostrils and making your eyes water. You tried to turn your head to the side, but he gripped your chin painfully, forcing you to look at him.

“This is your olive branch.” He spat angrily, sweeping the jug of roses to the floor carelessly. “Your last fucking chance, kid. I would smarten up if I were you…Otherwise Rodney will convince you.”

“I don’t have it.” You ground out stubbornly, trying to ignore the growing ache in your jaw.

He sighed heavily and shoved your head back, letting your neck jerk painfully as he released your jaw suddenly. He nodded to Rodney who performed a ruthless search of the apartment, upending everything in search of items of value. Finding nothing, even the screen of your phone, charging at the table was filled with cracks, the men switched places. Luca moved to stand by the ruined door, holding it shut as Rodney stepped closer and immediately backhanded you, snapping your head in the other direction. The force of the blow nearly pulled you off the chair and flooded your mouth with the metallic taste of blood.

“Pay.” He grunted in a non-descript accent and you glared up at him silently, feeling dampness dripping down your chin and onto your tank top.

The next blow was to your stomach and had you doubling over, wheezing and fighting back a wave of nausea. You nearly slid forward from the chair, but Rodney ‘helpfully’ shoved you back into place, the rungs of the chair biting into your shoulder blades, before he repeated his one-word command.

“I…can’t…” You heaved out, knowing it made no difference to them, but it was still the truth.

There was a moment of silence, a look exchanged between Rodney and Luca, before the larger man in front of you grabbed the inside of your left forearm and slammed the back of your hand into the table. Your eyes widened and a whimper involuntarily shot from your mouth as blows to your body were one thing but your hands…

“Not so brave now, hmmm…” Luca taunted from across the room, and you clenched your eyes shut, pressing your lips together lest some impossible promise fly from them to try and protect your precious hands.

The cold bite of the hunting knife carving into the flesh of your palm had you screaming behind your sealed lips, eyes flashing open to see Rodney had fashioned a crude ‘x’ there.

“Pay.” He grunted a third time and the glare you delivered this time in response was weakened by the tears brimming in your eyes and the quivering in your limbs. He sneered down at you. “X marks the spot, bitch.”

“Rodney wai –” Luca’s rushed order was cut off as the larger man drove the blade through the centre of the mark in your palm, ripping a shriek of pain from your chest.

Your entire being reacted in self-defence, head snapping forward to slam against his while your free hand reached out to claw at any exposed flesh you could reach. Your feet pedaled against his legs, kicking at his knees. His rage erupted in a string of curses and his meaty hand gripped your neck painfully, slamming you back into chair.

“You motherfucking whore, you’ll pay for that!” He snarled and grabbed the hammer, aiming for the handle of the knife still embedded in your palm and struck the end of powerfully, driving the blade through your appendage and into the wood of the tabletop.

Your wail of agony was smothered by his heavy palm, which had recently abandoned your throat, before you began to shake uncontrollably, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of your ruined hand.

“Jesus fucking Christ Rodney…” Luca hissed, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt, slapping a business card onto the table. “Give me a call when you’re ready, kid.” He snapped before hauling the man from the apartment, ranting at him that you could not make them any money with a fucked-up hand and that this was why Stefano never let him do anything.

The door to your apartment wavered in the slight breeze, the latch broken – likely to never function again. Warm liquid dripped from the underside from your worn kitchen table, bearing the scars of your childhood and its journey across the country in the back of a U-Haul. The droplets hit the linoleum tile with a soft pat, pat at first, before enough of them accumulated to change the sound to a sharper plink, plink.

Your eyes scanned over the hunting knife driven through your ruined hand and into the wood of the tabletop, the blood pooling in your palm.

That was that then. There would be no coming back from this, you reasoned. Music had been the driving force, and only constant, of your entire life. With two rage-filled hammer blows that goon had taken it away from you. You could feel yourself growing colder, feel the strength ebbing from your body. The sultry temptation to just go to sleep licked at your consciousness. Just let the struggle end. As your eyes fell shut, however, the image of a bleary-eyed, freshly wakened, blonde, Texan, pretty boy flooded your mind and made you inhale sharply.

Because you had more than just music in your life. And if you gave up now, Jake would be so very disappointed in you. As the bitter taste of fear belatedly flooded your mouth, panic setting in at the gravity of your situation, the fingers of your free hand were reaching for your phone, fumbling across the fractured screen to call Lieutenant Commander Jacob Seresin of their own volition. You barely had time to register that you had called him before the line started ringing. The jolt of adrenaline started your right knee bouncing and you irritably swiped at a stream of warm liquid trying to invade the vision of your left eye.

A groggy voice came on the line midway through the fourth ring and you barely let him get out his garbled greeting before you interjected firmly –

“Jake…!” Your tone was filled with naked fear, causing a similar reaction that memory of his face had stirred in you, a sharp inhale sounding over the line.

“Where are you?” He replied, sounding completely alert.

You could hear the rustle of his bedding, the jangle of his belt, the thump of his feet on the stairs, and the door of his truck opening and closing.

“My apartment….at the table…” You clarified as though it was not a one-room studio.

The ignition roared to life, and you heard the tires squeal a little in protest as he pulled out of the garage, relief flooding your veins as you could hear him coming to you.

“Door’s open…. And…Jake? No…cops, ok?” Your voice was shaky and hollow as you were finding it harder to hold your head up.

“Stay on the phone with me, darlin’” He barked out sharply, the engine of his truck thrumming angrily in the background as he pressed the pedal down aggressively, forcing the vehicle to speed up.

“Jake I’m tired…it’s cold…” You whined, the shock starting to wear off and pain beginning to gnaw at various points on your body – most notably your hand.

“You stay awake!” He shouted your name, and you jerked up, startled by the volume and intensity of it, looking around your apartment in dazed confusion.

“I’m awake…” You slurred in protest, head snapping to the door as he burst in, panting from his sprint up the stairs.

“Oh darlin’…” He whispered under his breath, easily stepping over the mess Luca and Rodney had left in their wake, hurrying to your side and looking over your face with a deep frown.

His eyes drifted to the tabletop, to your hand, and he swore viciously. He ended the call with your phone and quickly placed another on speaker phone, asking emergency services for an ambulance, pressing a finger to your lips when you started to protest.

“Just paramedics, I promise…” He shushed, setting his phone on your lap, before laying his forearm down the front of his thigh, unbuckling his belt and gripping the buckle, swiftly pulling it over his arm and out of the loops. You blinked sluggishly, the effectiveness of his movements would have, in any other setting, deeply affected you.

All the while, he was authoritatively discussing your situation with the dispatcher on the line, and you were stunned to learn you had a gash on your eyebrow, a split lip, and marks around your throat. You had been so focused on your hand…The painful pinch of the leather of his belt around your forearm cutting off the blood supply to your hand interrupted your thoughts and made you howl. You tried to squirm away, still very much in fight or flight.

“I’m so sorry darlin’, I’m so sorry I just have to stop the bleeding, alright?” He kept his grip firm on the makeshift tourniquet while wrapping his other arm around yours as he knelt down in front of you, threading his fingers through yours.

You gripped them tightly, leaning into the warmth of his body trying to steal every bit of his heat. The sound of sirens started out as distant, steadily growing closer.

“They found me…” You whispered tearfully against his shoulder. “Jake how did they find me so fast…I thought I’d have more time…how did he rack up debts again so fast…Oh I’m so sorry I was so selfish and I…”

“Shhhh easy darlin’, I’ve got you alright?” He soothed gently, interrupting your rambling, his own voice sounding more than a little shattered by emotion. “Help is coming. They’re almost here…”

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Extrication in G Major Masterlist

Credit: The San Diego Union-Tribune

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picturesofthegoneworlds · 3 months

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Preview for Intertwined - Chapter 16

Imogen’s head is still in Laudna’s lap.

Still, asleep now, brow unfurrowed - Laudna wasn’t prepared for it.

The birds that would usually rouse her continue their morning chorus, Imogen’s rest undisturbed by their melodic chatter

sometimes less melodious, more obnoxious squawks

Laudna scowls at the offender.

She daren’t move – thought she would find that easier, the gargoyle she can be

Perhaps she’s too inexperienced there - never had a home long enough to shield from the erosion of water

Raindrops in Imogen's eyelashes, Laudna dancing in the middle of the muddying path as her skirts fan around her, Imogen stepping forward with a bow and a presentation of her extended hand-

Her skirts wrinkle under Imogen as if they could be soft enough to be her pillow, yards of moth-eaten linen and fraying lace. The loose lilac curls that comprise Imogen's hair fall rather pleasingly over the sun-bleached black background-

She almost allows herself that - until she rationalises that it is just about the contrast - the backdrop of harsh angles of dark fabric cut by shadow-bone-landscape, the dismal soot mountains only emphasizing the beautiful oddity that is hair naturally coloured like wildflowers in a land surely infertile, inhospitable

freckles and dimples and peach fuzz

hands marked by lightning

odd and wondrous, definitely.

(with Imogen she serves to juxtapose, and she is ok with that.)

The daylight reaches to touch them through the canopy

If the golden hour is in the evening, then the morning must be bronze.

Imogen’s skin looks so soft

(Laudna knows it is).

“Y’don’t have to make it weird, you can touch it.”

That is what she said; dream-Imogen resting casually against the side of her family’s cart

Weird

Laudna’s not obliged, no - but she does like it.

Weird. Odd.

She was that before all of this

some-thing further than it now.

some thing

some

thing

(the birds sing)

Imogen accepts weird, surely - sees herself as it too, maybe…

A pair of gloves. A set of ear cuffs.

Laudna isn’t oblivious (she’s too observational - though admittedly easily distracted).

daydreamer

(Imogen's freckles are at their most dense on the tip of her nose, the swell of her cheeks, and on her chin.)

If this were one of the books she read-

If the dream-

Well.

For a start; she wouldn’t be undead.

butcher’s cart a bouquet of limbs

strings on a marionette

Imogen's knee between her legs

awfully forward - must be taut - the strings that were pulled. Convincing - how Laudna’s own body was numb to herself exercising The Touch. Familiar - how Imogen’s insides were abyssal black.

A pair of gloves. A set of ear cuffs.

In that space they both bleed the same.

If The Dream were a book she would have kissed her. Maybe. Maybe Imogen would have asked.

But it isn’t.

It isn’t a book

(the birds sing)

Out of it.

Imogen’s head is in her lap.

They are out of it. Here.

(maybe Imogen is in it?)

(Hello? Would you like the room one-floor up on the west or adjoining the kitchens on the ground?)

Out of The Dream her laugh bubbled under her hands like the cauldron brought to boil

Like Laudna could be a flame

And her every little fair hair stood on end; frightened cat sheared to wear skin like its kill, a plucked pheasant hanging by nail from the rafters- the low rafters in the old dwarven woman’s house, abdominal muscles spasm under fingertip Imogen cursing under her breath at repaired crockery and maybe Laudna’s hands and the downpour that finally came after months of waiting the roof was fixed they danced in the mud and they stayed there so long Laudna could write about it could illustrate it too on all of the leaf mulch dried on racks and pressed into parchment and Laudna could ask her to stay there forever with her, despite time and how it moves-

But this isn’t a book.

Not a novel, not a dream.

She isn’t even a gargoyle

Redirecting the waters

Imogen had stretched the tarpaulin over their heads

Laudna moves with her, scene hanging - her backdrop, her shadow.

(the birds sing)

She is ok with that (so long as they stay together)

(you can read the previous chapters here)

#Imodna #Imogen Temult #Laudna #Critical Role #Bells Hells #Fanfic #Emma writes #WIP #Happy Thursday #It's been a whiiiile

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perpetualexistence · 3 months

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Noah and the Beanstalk AU

New AU hot off the press! This one's what I'd call a one-shot AU since this is the main thought without really any other ideas to go along with it. I would still love to answer any questions about it, though!

Look under the read more for an Alenoaheather g/t au! It won't be the last, though it is currently the only one that ends in a villain thruple.

Fantasy AU where giants are a known thing to exist in the clouds. Jack did his thing with the beanstalk and became famous since he's wealthy a la golden goose. This has just encouraged more humans to try to go up and steal from giants, occasionally even killing one. At this point stealing from giants is a profession in itself. An incredibly dangerous one with a very high mortality rate.

With that context out of the way, now onto Noah. He's the youngest of 9, and his life's doing pretty okay up until his mom catches an incurable illness. Being a nerd, he throws himself into research to find some kind of magic that can save her.

Good news! There's a chalice that cures the most pressing of ailments the next town over! The bad news? That town just got razed to the ground and pillaged by a pair of giants. Giants normally don't bother coming down and prefer to stay up to hoard and guard their treasures. These two are particularly greedy though because they go out of their way to come down and take things for themselves. The treasure's their priority but if anyone gets in the way of that? They're going to lose their lives trying to protect what's theirs. Giant thieves have gone up to try to reclaim the wealth and seek revenge. Though some even theorize that these two are only doing this out of desperation and can potentially be reasoned with. People from neither side of this argument have come back down.

There's also another problem in trying to go after these two. A more human one. You see, when everyone started going after giants, the earlier ones had the advantage of stealing from unsuspecting giants with no idea this was going to be an epidemic of stealing. They got power real fast, and started doing what they could to keep that power to themselves. Certain giant thieves went as far as hiring guards to stop other giant thieves from going up and getting rich without at least some hefty fee. The particular beanstalk that Noah's got to get to has royal guards.

Noah's only got a timeline of a couple of months since that's how long the doctors predicted. So he uses that to the fullest extend he dares. Most giant thieves get killed because they think they can just sneak in without a plan and get what they want the first time they get up there.

Noah's plans to do this smart thing called reconnaissance. He's going to make a few trips up before he tries actually stealing the chalice. He needs to know a few things before he's even going to think about touching that treasure:

Where these two keep their treasure

How they guard it

If they know how valuable the chalice is, and subsequently

If they'll notice that the chalice goes missing

Can they track him down if they do notice

He somehow manages to get his way up the beanstalk whether it's through bribing guards or distracting them so he can sneak up. Though he does manage to catch the attention through Justin, the prince or else some kind of royal who wants to make a name for himself but is also too cowardly to try stealing from a giant. Justin can't prove anything, so he just watches and waits as Noah keeps up with his frequent trips.

Through Noah's reconnaissance, he learns a couple of things. The two giants are named Alejandro and Heather. They're both around his age, and they really do only care about the treasure so they can gloat to others about how wealthy they are. They're also clearly in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. It's just incredibly unfortunate that they define a romantic outing as stealing and killing together.

Noah also learns that they have no idea they've got a magic chalice on their hands, which is good. What's not so good is they have a giant dog that guards their treasure room when they're not around. (Is the giant dog a stand in for anyone in particular? Maybe! Part of me wants to say Tyler for some reason. Still trying to figure that out.) However, he does learn that the dog has been trained at least a bit through whistles. This leads to the start of a brilliant plan.

Rather than steal the chalice himself, he trains the dog to steal the chalice FOR him. The dog goes in and out of the treasure room so he won't set off any alarms. Noah already knows some tricks for doing so thanks to training his own dog. It takes a while to make sure the dog becomes familiar with and loves him as a person with treats rather than a person who is a treat. Even longer to go through the training of teaching him how to fetch the chalice through creating a replica so the dog knows what to look for. But eventually it pays off.

He books it with the chalice. He doesn't dare to get greedy because he knows these two will notice if too much goes missing. And he's seen enough of them to know they'll be incredibly vindictive against anyone who injures their pride by stealing. He actually plans to return the chalice after using it on his mother. He'd rather have them never realize it was gone rather than live with the ticking time bomb of waiting to see if they notice.

Before he goes too far with it, he tests it on himself first. It would be a waste to steal it only for it to be for nothing. He cuts the palm of his hand, then pours some water into the chalice and drinks. He was not prepared for the intensity. It feels like he's swallowed liquid fire and he nearly coughs it out, but he forces himself to swallow. As to be expected, his whole body feels like it's on fire. This was a horrible mistake. Fortunately for him, the pain subsides. And look, that cut has been healed! Finally, life is looking up for once!

Noah's biggest mistake was thinking this because the moment he gets off the beanstalk, Justin shows up. He reveals that he's been watching Noah and let him keep going up, which is why it's been so easy for Noah to make repeated trips. Justin rips the chalice out of Noah's hands to claim it for himself so he can have the prestige of being a giant thief without ever putting himself in any danger. Noah gets to live because Justin can't be bothered to kill him, and doesn't see him as a threat. Noah's only saving grace is Justin has no idea what the chalice can do, and Noah sure as hell isn't going to tell him.

Noah's forced to go home empty-handed. He starts trying to plan how to steal the chalice back, and if he even has enough time to do that. Infiltrating a castle with plenty of guards is much different than infiltrating a giant home with only three occupants.

He only gets about a week or two before two rather pissed off giants and their dog come crashing down to reclaim their stolen treasure. Noah's in town doing reconnaissance on the castle so he's close enough to see the dog bounding into the castle to reclaim the chalice and the person who's currently claiming he took the chalice: Justin.

Heather and Alejandro are busy trying to interrogate Justin into telling them how he stole from them. Neither of them are paying attention to their dog, who smells Noah, and comes bounding towards him with the chalice as he's been trained. Noah can't believe his luck.

Literally, he can't. Because if Heather or Alejandro catch sight of this they're going to figure out who the real thief is in an instant. But also this is his one chance of curing his mom while the two are distracted. He just has to pray he's faster than they are. At least he has a giant dog that serves as a great mode of transportation if you're willing to cling for your life and pray to anyone that'll listen to not fall off.

He does manage to make it home and cure his mother, thankfully without her looking too pained by drinking from the chalice. Bad news is this is around the time he hears two incredibly loud, incredibly frustrated screams and he knows they've realized the chalice is gone again.

He tries to order the dog to return the chalice to Alejandro and Heather. Which is pretty difficult considering this isn't a command he's taught the dog. The dog also hears itself being called back by its giant owners, so it comes up with the perfect solution. It lightly bites down onto both the chalice AND Noah and begins bounding back. Cue Noah screaming and trying to give the 'drop it'.

Which works! Partially. It gets the dog to drop the chalice. Down a hill. Rolling off a cliff. To the ocean below. Where it's immediately swept away. Never to be seen again.

His only hope is that Alejandro and Heather will make his death quick.

When he does get brought back to the two, he's immediately snatched up by Heather who demands to know who he thinks he is, and where the chalice is when she realizes it's gone. Noah tries to lie that their dog picked him up on complete accident, but they're not buying it. Alejandro does notice that their dog is acting particularly strange towards this one human, and convinces Heather to drop Noah into the dog's mouth.

Noah does land into his mouth, though out of sheer desperation gives the 'drop it' order. This saves him, but it also reveals himself as the original thief.

They're both at least slightly impressed that Noah managed to scheme his way into the chalice, but they've still got their images to maintain. Plus, he lost the chalice.

So, Alejandro crushes him under his heel. It's quick, although incredibly painful. The two walk off to see if they can recover the chalice, and that's the end of the story.

...Or it would be, if Noah wasn't screaming in confused pain and panic not even a minute after being crushed, perfectly healthy.

Remember when he drank from the chalice to test it out? Well, it only really has one setting: turbo-charged. So with his mother with a terminal illness, it worked exactly as intended. But when he drank from it with only a cut on his hand, it decided to go after a deeper, underlying issue.

This pesky little thing called mortality.

Alejandro and Heather also scream because what?? the fuck?? Heather kicks him into a tree on instinct and Noah goes flying. And not long after, his body rebuilds himself and he's back. The process of killing Noah and him reviving repeats for a few times before they all stop and try to figure out where the fuck to go from here.

Their pride won't allow Heather or Alejandro to simply let Noah live. And Noah plans to do everything in his power to not go through that whole die/revive process again. Alejandro comes up with the idea to just take Noah if they can't have the original chalice. Raze the town so they can still prove a point, and be on their way.

Noah has many problems with this plan, but neither cares about his opinion. Up until he points out that he'll always be looking for a way to escape. With his newfound immortality, he'll get there eventually. (He's completely bluffing about whether or not his lifespan will be extended to and this isn't just regeneration, but they don't have to know that.)

If they agree NOT to destroy the town he grew up in, then he'll promise never to try to escape. And he will want proof that they stick to their end. He doesn't want them to just lie about his town being fine while they destroyed it days ago.

They reluctantly agree to these terms. Justin, who the two had dumped earlier, tries to take claim when they start to head out with their new prize. Leading Noah to just share at the sheer audacity of him before speaking again.

"...You know how I said you couldn't touch a single person in this town? I don't consider Justin to be a part of this town, so you can do whatever you want with him."

"Oh thank god he was getting SO annoying."

"Want to bat him through the air like a human racquetball until one of us inevitably drops him mi cariño?"

"Yes, but you are so the one who's dropping him first."

Eventually Heather realizes they can use Noah to steal from other giants. So he becomes their own pet giant thief, and he eventually gets pampered since they do legitimately enjoy his schemes and sarcastic wit.

All of this because I basically wanted a g/t au where Alejandro and Heather are a bond villain couple with a small Noah as the little bastard cat they stroke on their lap. He 100% pokes fights with human royalty or other giants to watch Alejandro and Heather take them down. Alejandro and Heather know this, and they love this about him. Plus it just gives them more of an excuse to have fun dates involving ruining people's lives.

#total drama #td noah #td alejandro #td heather #total drama noah #total drama alejandro #total drama heather #td #giant/tiny #assorted au #oneshot au #alenoaheather #td alenoaheather #noah and the beanstalk au

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Hey! Have you made a master list of Ice being Jake’s dad? (I absolutely love, appreciate and frequently use your master lists)

Just as I’m writing the Ron is Jake’s dad au I’ve been trying to read all the Ice is Jake’s dad and I’m sure I’m missing some??

Hey Mac! 😊

This is slightly different than how I usually do rec lists. In this case, I searched through the Top Gun (Movies) fics tagged as Tom "Iceman" Kazansky & Jake "Hangman" Seresin and then proceeded with the collecting of all fics mentioning any paternal-filial bond between the two, regardless of the pairings.

Meaning I don't think I know most of them, but I hope you can find stuff to read nonetheless.

(I'll probably -absolutely- do a Hangster & Icepops-Hangson recs list though, at some point in the future! 😊)

I invite anyone to add fics fitting the request if you have more! 💖

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AO3 Fics

(All have Jake as Ice's biological or adopted son, unless mentioned otherwise.)

See You Again by sleeping_maple {T}

Just when Hangman thinks that the day can't get any worse, he finds out that his father died. His father, Admiral Tom "Iceman" Kazansky. And he doesn't take it well. Luckily, Sarah Kazansky and Maverick are there to help.

Mini Man by SpringPetunia {T}

Hangman is Iceman's son. He never tells anyone anymore because of how they always react. But his dad is coming for a visit

Golden Boy by Earthangel_44 {E}

“Say it.” Jake says smiling. His face is so close to Bradley’s that Bradley has to duck his chin to look at him. “You’re a bird, Jake.” Bradley replies and Jake beams. “I already have the wings.” Jake says happily as he presses short quick kisses to Bradley’s lips. Bradley smiles and Jake kisses that too. “Now say you’re a bird.” Bradley laughs and he smiles until his eyes crinkle. “Well if you’re a bird, I’m a bird.” A Notebook AU because Glen Powell ships Hangster

Touch Starved by LeonDesdichard {M}

(Ice acting like a dad)

Jake shows up at Ice and Mav's house and he's completely out of it because he's sick and Maverick and Bradley are out of the house so it ends up being Ice who is the one that is taking care of Jake. Jake is completely out of it because he's feverish and he's really touch starved which has Ice angry for a ton of different reasons.

Military Amalgamate by rem_png {G}

(Icemav’s son)

Back in the 80s, the government wanted to make a new generation of super pilots. So, they turned to science and mixed the DNA of their best fighter pilots. None of the pilots knew about this project. Fast forward to 2020 and the truth comes out, rattling many families.

Take me home by Target_rich_environment {G}

Jake takes Bob home after the bird strike

IcePops and HangSon Series by UFOxMulder {T}{E}

Hangman snippets Series by Fantasy2739 {T}

Even worse idea! by LemonsAndSugarMakeLemonade {T}

(Ice acting like a dad)

“Bradley, Ice just texted me to come to “hang out”, is this a threat?” “Jake you’ve known him for almost five years now, it is definitely just Ice wanting you to do some work around the house.” “Okay but-” “Baby, this exact conversation happened last week, you know Ice is so different at home than he is at work.” “But is he?” “Jake, please,” “Okay yeah, I’ll go over.”

Midnight Hour Mixtape by Bubblegumchaos {T}

Hangman runs; he always been much too good at that sort of thing. Jake would give anything to find his father except his clues are half a dozen letters in a shoebox and his late mother's drunken rambles of a man who wasn't her husband.

I don't know how to change a tyre by blazingstar29 {G}

(Son-Fatherly Feels)

Jake gives his first father's day at 30.

Top Gun: Kazansky Twins by Tazlady691 {T}

A cannon divergence AU: The story of a pair of twins and their life up to 2023

The Mitchell-Kazanskys Series by WhisperingNights {T}{M}

Flowers for my grave by TheReadingWriter {T}

When a study on the genetics of Hanahaki disease brings forth the revelation that Jake "Hangman" Seresin is in fact Tom "Iceman" Kazansky's son, their lives take a dramatic turn, as they for the first time in their lives have someone to other than the ones who cursed them to live for. Their times are both running out, but they will be damned if they will let the other die without at least trying to save them. When the mission of a lifetime arrives, one thing is certain: It will either mean happiness for the rest of their lives, or certain death before the year has passed. How far will they go to protect the secret they know will kill them?

A Choice by Ren_Anders {_}

(Son-Fatherly Feels)

After everything, when everything is suppose to be smooth sailing, Jake gets a call. His dad has just died. But it doesn’t matter, right? He was an asshole and he refuses to give him his grief. OR Ice and Jake have a heart to heart about shitty dads and how to overcome their deaths

Family Ties by CryoCait {_}

Jake knows what policies there are in place to avoid familial conflict of interest, he's lived it for years. He knows how sacred those policies are to keeping his family sane. So logically it follows that he understands how dangerous this mission must be for the Navy to look aside and allow the entire Mitchell-Kazansky family to be a part of it. Now he just needed to make sure they all made it home in one piece. Or Jake is a Kazansky just as much as Bradley is a Mitchell, and Mav never pulled Bradley's papers. Now, the close-knit but under the radar family all must work together for the first time during the Uranium Plant mission and keep their relationships to each other under wraps while trying to make sure everyone survives this suicide mission.

Bikes and Bruises by WhisperingNights {M}

(Icemav’s son)

"You aren’t taking one of my bikes to the HR Drag Strip, Jacob, end of story,” Mav responded, crossing his arms over his chest. “I won’t be racing, it's just a show,” Jake protested. Mav snorted “Yeah, right.” “I won’t! The show starts at 9-” “How many times are you going to make me say no, son?” Mav asked.

Heartbeats & Bird Nests Series by SamHeartfilia {T}{E}

Two Men and a Baby by multifangirl11 {_}

(Mav’s son & Icemav)

Jake is Pete's son, Tom is a good friend who hopes to become more.

Keeping Dreams Alive, 1999 Hero's (I Ain't Worried Right Now) by Luxu1230 {_}

(Icemav’s son)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin is the biological son of Pete "Maverick" Mitchell and Tom "Iceman" Kazasky but was kidnapped not that long after being born all he has of them is a small f-14 Tomcat silver necklace which he keeps hidden. He knows his "parents" are his real "Parents" though they don't exactly know that but when he overhears a certain conversation between three people he starts suspecting of who his true parents maybe and from the sounds of it they definitely didn't abandon him.

Been searching for a(n Ice)man by crowstakeflight {G}

Jake did not really look like either of his parents. Sure, he could see some of his mom in his features when he looked in the mirror, but the majority of them are from someone he’s never seen before. It didn’t take much to bring the question up to his parents and they answered honestly. Or, Jake's biological father is Iceman and this is what happens after he finds out.

Living after midnight, loving 'til the morning, then I'm gone. by WaffleToaster {E}

Nobody thought their actions back in the winter of '85 and beyond would end up having these consequences. A story woven from past mistakes, indecisions and loss that eventually helped shape his world and upbringing. But despite all the hardships one thing was for certain, Jake Seresin was destined to fly and he knew the Navy was where he belonged. A slightly altered kind of retelling that includes Jake 'Hangman' Seresin being Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky’s lost son, a story about revelations, love, loss, friendship and most importantly family. Where two rivals find out they may not be so different from one another and their journey to understanding, unity, serenity and eventually love. First by hating, then by loving and finally understanding and helping one another find a place they both deserve. Just not in the same order.

A Kazansky Redemption by WhisperingNights {E}

This is a Kazansky love story. Can one win back the love of their life? Can the other find love in a storm of hate? **** “Sarah, that’s been over for 26 years, besides your my wife, remember? It wouldn’t be good to go tell a man I love him now would it?” Ice grinning playfully at her. She gave a small laugh that quickly turned into a cough, causing him to lean toward her in concern. “I’m alright, I’m alright, sit down,” she rasped, waving him off, then she looked at him “I love you Tom, but we both know our love was foraged in partnership nothing else. We did what was necessary for the safety of ourselves and your career. But it’s 2017, it's easier now. Sexuality rights are better, people are more open. I’ll never get to have a wife, but you Tom, you deserve to have a husband.” ***** Jake’s eyes landed on a figure in an awful Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses. His irritation instantly grew, the universe really must hate him.

#do me a 🐈recs list🐈 asks #answered ask #jake hangman seresin as tom iceman kazansky's son #hangman is iceman's son #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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Fanfic Masterlist

GENSHIN IMPACT

Finished Multi-chapter Fics:

Starting a Leash of Foxes: (Rated E) CHILDE/LUMINE -- What happens when Il Dottore gives Childe a vial of liquid that gives him fox ears and tail? Chaos. He turns to the only person he can trust with this development, Lumine.

Otherworldly Traditions: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine makes a Valentine's Day treat for Childe even though Teyvat has never celebrated the holiday before.

Finished One-shot Fics:

When Did Teucer Become My Wingman: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine and Childe are trapped overnight in some ruins with Teucer. Will Teucer finally get Childe to fess up to his feelings for Lumine?

Holiday Visit: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine makes a surprise visit to Snezhnaya for the holidays and meets up with Childe's Family who are all too eager to get them together.

They Say to Start the Year How You Want It to Continue: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Paimon and a certain ginger have prepared a little surprised for a downtrodden Lumine on the eve of the new year.

Bruises, Hickeys, and Bitemarks, Oh My!: (Rated M) CHILDE/LUMINE -- An account detailing the love marks Lumine receives, as well as a small scene at Bubu Pharmacy.

Sheltering the Storm: (Rated G) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine and Ajax sense an oncoming storm and spend it distracting their children through it.

Consequences of Drinking: Recognition: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Beidou and Lisa take Lumine for a night out drinking and secretly hire a stripper. Oh, and he’s dressed like a cowboy. Things don’t go as planned and Lumine has to deal with the consequences.

Reunited in Change: (Rated E) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- At a meet-up between old childhood friends in a cabin in the woods, an unplanned extra guest means that Childe and Lumine must share a bed in the last room available. Things heat up between the pair. Chilumi Week 2023 Day 1 "And There was Only One Bed (Spicy)"

Chromatic Harmony: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- In a world where there is only black, white, and shades of gray, the first glimpse of color is seen when someone looks into the eyes of their soulmate’s, their vision dyed the color of their eyes before slowly changing to reveal every color. Childe is skeptical that he will ever find his soulmate, instead spending his evenings drinking and making fun of the couples he sees with his good friend, Beidou. When she finds her soulmate, Childe feels all the more alone. That is, until he is persuaded by the pair to go talk to a certain young guest bartender, and their eyes meet, dyeing his world golden. Chilumi Week 2023, Day One: Soulmates

Off to a Rocky Start: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine is a young college student in charge of a hall of young freshmen men as their Resident Assistant (RA) while Childe is one of the ones on her hall. When he foolishly is dared to try and pick her up right after meeting her, things don't quite go his way. It takes a bit of jealousy and liquid courage for him to finally admit his feelings. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 3, "Enemies/Rivals to Lovers"

Playing Doctor: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Childe is waiting for Lumine at the Golden House for their weekly sparring session, but when she doesn’t show up, he gets more and more worried. Finally, Paimon flies in in a state of panic, revealing that Lumine has been injured in battle and leads Childe back to her. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 3, Scars/Injuries

Different but the Same: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine and Childe are classmates at university, but each holds a darker secret that the other doesn't know, that is, until they *do.* Chilumi Week 2023 Day 4, "Touch Her and I'll Kill You"

Straight Into the Storm: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Tartaglia learns that Lumine just arrived in Snezhnaya... and walked right out of town into a blizzard. Needless to say, he rushes to catch up with her and save her from her own dumb decisions. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 5, Snezhnaya

In Sickness and in Health: (Rated G) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Childe is excited to have Lumine over for the whole weekend for the first time... until he comes down with a bad cold, that is. Lumine works her magic and comes over anyway, determined to take care of her sickly boyfriend. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 5, Relationship Fluff/Family Life

An Actual Sweetheart: (Rated: G) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- After her date ditched her at the restaurant with the bill, Lumine begins to walk home in the rain after texting Aether to tell him what happened. Before she can get too far, Childe pulls by in his car, sent by Aether to pick her up. Childe makes it his mission to turn her day around. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 6 Prompt: Cozy/Warmth

Surprise Rendezvous: (Rated E) // CHILDE/LUMINE --Childe is ready to spend his birthday doing paperwork until he suddenly receives a report that the Traveler is terrorizing his troops. When he arrives there to "deal" with her, however, he finds something much different. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 5 Prompt: Birthday + Love Me Tender (Spicy)

A Weekend Away: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine and Childe have been planning a weekend camping trip the whole summer, but it had been a monsoon, until finally, it was clear enough for them to proceed. An evening of swimming, cooking, and stargazing awaited them. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 6 Prompt: Relationship Fluff

Soul for the Soul: (Rated T) // ALHAITHAM/LUMINE -- Lumine discovers that Alhaitham skips lunch on the days the Akedemiya serves soup, and she decides to show the dummy a trick to help.

Current WIPS:

Transforming the Heart: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Aether and Lumine come upon an injured fox that was stuffed into a garbage bag and dumped out of a car. It turns out that he is much more than he seems. (02/? Chapters Completed)

Icarus Rising: (Rated E) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- In a futuristic Teyvat, Lumine and Albedo are scientists trying to transplant memories taken via machine into revived or altered bodies. After an unfortunate accident, Childe is revived as a cyborg. But does he retain his memories of the past, or is he like an imposter in his body? (03/? Chapters Completed)

Bound by the Abyss, Freed with Love: (Not Rated, Possible M Material) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- When someone becomes an adult in the public's eye, they are given a summoned creature from the Abyss that they bond with and control. Khaenri'ahn Princess Lumine begins the summoning ritual but ends up summoning something that no one could have ever anticipated: The Foul Legacy: The Devouring Deep. Her life is turned upside down as she attempts to control the spirited demon, especially when the mask breaks and a devilishly handsome young man is revealed within. (03/? Chapters Completed)

A Knight and His Dragon: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Childe is a knight of the Tsaritsa's and is out in the wilderness one night when he shoots down one of the dragons that has been terrorizing the nearby villages and burning crops. There's only one problem: that dragon has a human form, and she's pissed. (02/? Chapters Completed)

My Future in Your Eyes: (Rated E) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- In the modern day, where Teyvat has no visions, Lumine is a former idol who put a stop to her career due to something that happened in her past. What will happen when she meets Tartaglia, code name Childe, who is Teyvat’s number one idol since breaking off from DCKZ and starting his solo career? Will he fall in love with the mysterious Abyss Princess or will his rival, Aether of 4N3M0, strangle him before he gets close to Lumine? It’s anyone’s guess in this slow burn that the author has been planning for quite some time. (05/? Chapters Completed)

Painting from Experience: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine takes Venti's spot on Aether's paintball team in the match against Childe. A couple of days later, he shows up as the model for her art class. (10/? Chapters Completed)

Making Waves: (Rated E) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Mermaids are beings of myth and legend among the locals of the small town of Morepesok, regarded as sinister creatures who love no more than to drag unsuspecting sailors down to their watery graves, and the local coast guard has an “attack on sight” statute regarding any “unnatural creatures of the sea.” This all changes one night as a young marine biologist who just got her degree (Tonia) begins exploring a cove when a large storm blows in and brings her into contact with a beautiful and injured mermaid. She has no choice but to turn to her older brother, Ajax, also a member of the coast guard, for help. His life gets thrown upside down as he grows attached to this watery maiden. (11/? Chapters Completed)

Wrangling the (Wrong) Witch of the Wild West: (Rated E) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Childe is the new bounty hunter in town, come to reap the rewards of handing in some sort of "monster" who murdered a large sum of people, seemingly randomly. He gets into trouble after running into Aether and Lumine, one of which being the one on the wanted poster. Chaos ensues when he's forced to become allies with Lumine, a "young" witch who is just trying to save her brother from a curse. (02/? Chapters Completed)

Murder at the Mansion: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine and Childe both like each other but don’t know the other feels the same way, and both of them coincidentally receive an invite to the same masquerade ball held at a large mansion rented by a friend. Along the way, a murder happens, and the two must put differences aside and work together to find the culprit amongst those gathered at the mansion. (02/? Chapters Completed)

Drag Down the Heavens: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- 300 years after Lumine and Aether left Teyvat behind to go back to their roaming ways, Aether senses a disturbance in the Abyss pulling him back. They arrive on Teyvat to see a barren wasteland and set out to save the world, *again.* (01/? Chapters Completed)

Biting Into the Heart: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Legends tell of the ability to gain the powers of a god if someone “eats a star.” On the night of a predicted star shower, Childe ventures out in the forest to see if he can locate one, and upon finding an odd sphere that pulsated with glowing light, foolishly takes a bite, entangling his destiny with that of a fall star maiden. (02/? Champters Completed)

The Prince is my Housemate!: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine is beginning her university life off right, moving into the suite that she would be sharing with one other student. While bringing up her belongings, she hears rumors of the dashing, alleged bad boy Snezhnayan Prince Ajax attending their college that year. Brushing it off as meer gossip, she goes about unpacking her belongings, until she is interrupted by her new housemate... the prince himself. (01/? Chapters Completed)

Learning You: (Rated T) // ALHAITHAM/LUMINE -- Lumine is a student at the Sumeru Akedemiya. She is in the dance and theater program and needed one more class to be considered a full time student and meet the requirements of her scholarship and work study. What will happen when she attends the class, seeing an extremely attractive teacher’s assistant, Alhaitham? Follow Lumine as she puzzles her way through Akedemiya life. (05/? Chapters Completed)

Like a Fish Out of Water: (Rated M) // ALHAITHAM/LUMINE -- A new research project has started at the Akademiya: the study of a real-life, captured mermaid. Alhaitham’s life is thrown into chaos as he tries to reunite the mermaid with her home, and the pair begin to develop feelings for each other as time goes on. (11/? Chapters Completed)

Remedy for the Cold (In One's Heart): (Rated M) // WRIOTHESLEY/LUMINE -- Princess Lumine, newly returned from a three-year stay at a prestigious etiquettecy academy, is appalled by the coliseum brawls that her father has sanctioned during her absence. She begins to work on administering first aid treatment to those wounded and ends up meeting the top fighter of the arena, a mysterious man named Wriothesley. Unable to stop her curiosity, he and Lumine grow close and have more in common than the blonde would ever have suspected. (02/? Chapters Completed)

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A Human's Trash, (A Merman's Treasure): (Rated M) // DAN HENG/STELLE -- Stelle is a drifter, moving from shelter to shelter as she tries to get her life back on track after she became a high school dropout. One day she rescues a merman, and he turns her life around.

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Dearest Darling Part 2

Part One

CW: Blood, serious injuries, medical treatment/supplies

The man behind the reception desk didn't even flinch when Villain pushed through the motel door, side soaked with blood and leaving behind red handprints on the glass. He simply slid a pen and clipboard across the desk and reached under the counter for a heavy metal box with a red cross painted on the lid.

He probably saw a lot of types this close to the Hero HQ.

The paper contained a few basic questions, time of check-in, name (which Villain quickly faked), number of guests, etc. Villain hesitated a second too long over the line that said Length of Stay. That wasn’t exactly predictable; it depended on Supervillain's wounds, as well as how quickly the area became clear of heroes.

Perhaps two days. Just to be safe.

She jotted it down along with a scribbly signature.

"Cash or credit?" the man drawled looking over the clipboard as slowly as possible. Come on, come on, Supervillain was going to be dead at this rate.

"Cash."

Villain slammed the heel of her boot on top of the desk and snapped open the buttoned seam of her pantleg up to the thigh. A simple black garter secured a large wad of cash along the side of her leg, just above the knee. She loosed a few bills from the stack and tossed them in front of the man's suddenly wide-eyed face.

"Er...ID?" he croaked,

Villain thumbed out an extra hundred and waved it under his nose. "Why don’t we forget the ID?"

The receptionist took all of two seconds to pluck the bill from her fingers and replace it with a small golden key, accompanied on its keyring by a bright, plastic flamingo with the number 5 Sharpied on its chest.

"Enjoy your stay."

Villain spared a nod, not bothering to rebutton her pantleg before hefting the first aid kit off the desk and shoving back outside to nearly passed out Supervillain draped over the handlebars of her motorcycle.

"Ok, darling," she said, looping one long arm over her shoulder and summing up all her strength to drag him over the side of the bike. Sticky scarlet stained the grey leather seat and drizzled off the chrome. Not good.

"I got us a room. Why don't you have a laydown, and when you're feeling better we'll have a nice, long talk about trespassing?"

"I...h-h-hate you," Supervillain gasped.

"Not very nice words for someone who saved your life, pumpkin."

She scanned the row of doors up and down. There. Number five. Right in the middle. Villain shoved the key in the lock and opened the door to a small, dim room with little more than a microwave and a coffee maker on the point of short-circuiting for amenities.

She flopped Supervillain on his back on the single Queen bed and popped open the first aid kit on the floor, immediately selecting a large pair of half-rusted scissors. She started at the cuffs of his black jeans and ended at the collar of his silk turtleneck.

"G-get away." A spray of saliva escaped through Supervillain's gritted teeth and flecked Villain's cheek. "I'm n-not...interested."

"Sweetheart," Villain said, pinning his warding hand back at his side and pressing a cooling hand to his blazing forehead, "you're delirious. Stop flattering yourself and let me save your life."

He may have understood, or he may have simply been too woozy to continue protesting, but either way, he flopped his head back against the pillows and allowed Villain to begin inspecting his wounds. Not good. Very not good. This idiot had better not die when she'd only just started.

Staunching the bleeding on the major wounds was probably the best first move. Then from there, the abdominal wound--it seemed the most serious.

Her hands hovered over the large stake for several moment before she finally touched her fingers to it. The splintering end felt like a weapon in her hands, to further damage at her will or maybe even against it too. Images of breaking the tip or ripping the flesh raced through her head, forcing her movements slow and gentle. Luckily, it looked like the ribs had taken the brunt of the blow, holding the stake short of piercing anything internal. Or at least, Villain hoped so. There was only so much she could see with her own eyes. But might as well be optimistic.

Supervillain’s skin burned hot and slick beneath her fingers, and the two sides of ripped flesh squelched as she pinched them together. The needle almost slipped from her other bloody hand, but somehow she managed to begin the thick stitching.

“You know,” Villain muttered, screwing her eyes at the crooked line slowly coming into being across Supervillain’s rib cage, “being Supervillain doesn’t make you invincible. If it did, I wouldn’t even be here. Do you have no sense of self-preservation?”

Supervillain mumbled incoherently, eyes rolling back into his head.

Villain shook her head and grabbed the roll of bandages from the first aid kit. Wedging one arm beneath Supervillain’s back, she lifted him in a sort of almost embrace, creating a gap just big enough to begin wrapping the roll several times around his abdomen.

Her arm screamed beneath his bulk. It was already sore from that little piggyback ride through the wood, so she couldn’t judge herself to harshly for its incessant trembling. When she reached the last loop, she didn’t hesitate to drop him ungracefully back to the mattress with a stressed squeal from the bed springs.

“Why are you so big?” she complained, barely giving herself time to breath before slapping a new coat of disinfectant into her hands and moved on to the next weeping wound. “You must have drank all your milk and ate all your veggies as a kid. You know it wouldn’t have hurt to be smaller. Might’ve missed more of those spikes if you weren’t such a massive target.”

“Frifmrrr…” Supervillain mumbled softly.

“Yes, dear,” Villain said, stroking his brow. “It’s all very frifmrrr.”

Over the next several hours, she found herself falling into a rhythm, disinfecting, stitching, bandaging, and moving on to inspect the next wound. By the time she had squelched the danger of bleeding out and gotten to the twisted leg, she felt about ready to collapse. Supervillain had passed out long ago--from pain, blood loss, or exhaustion Villain wasn't sure--and now breathed shallowly on top of the covers, face twisting into a grimace every few seconds.

She glowered enviously before running her hands gingerly down the injured limb, feeling out each displaced piece. Probably best not to mess with it she eventually decided; splinting was not her expertise, and she would probably only make it worse. At the very least he was alive.

"You don’t mind if I take this spot, do you, darling?” Villain said, crawling to the other side of the bed and collapsing next to him. “Thanks.”

She squished her cheek into one of the cool pillows and more a moment just stared at the master criminal’s scrunching, twisting expression. She’d get painkillers in a couple hours. For now…she really needed a moment.

Her hand crawled its way along Supervillain’s feverish throat, drifting over each little ridged bone in his trachea and the soft rise of his Adam’s apple until she located his pulse, weak, but steady. It would have to do.

Her eyelids drooped heavily, and soon all Villain was aware of was the soft thump, thump, thump against her fingertips, each beat a step carrying her further into sleep.

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Hmmm…this part felt a little boring to me. And I’m having one of those days where I’m getting stuck over writing characters doing normal things like crossing a room, so everything also seems a bit choppy. But oh well, I wanted to finish this scene and I did, so I suppose it’s still sort of a win 😅

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Night Light 1.1

Never written a g/t story before, but here's my try on it! Lemme know if I should add some tags or warnings!

Lots of thanks to @dingbatnix for helping me proofread it!

Word Count: 3.6k

Chapter 1: Disappointments

In a seemingly empty forest, a breeze was the only disturbance to the area. Birds were calling, animals caused rustlings in the bushes, and the sun shone softly on the plants, casting a golden glow over every surface. Hidden behind this faux peace, a small group of friends were hiding among the leaves in the branches of a tree, watching the small clearing curiously as they waited in…somewhat silence. Their hushed whispers hardly carried down from the tree. “Get off of me!”

The four of them were finding it somewhat difficult to coexist on the same branch…and two in particular wouldn’t stop arguing. “I wasn't even touching you?” The accused blonde shoved their brown haired friend away, teardrop shaped wings fluttering in annoyance. “Just stay over there and leave me alone.”

The blonde yelped, nearly falling off the branch. For someone who was only three inches tall, a fall like that would be rather dangerous. “Now you're shoving me!”

A third interjected, pushing the pair apart. “Will you two just stop? You've been arguing for hours now! If you keep going, we're never going to see it! They'll notice us!” The red head was trying their best to be threatening, hoping to get them to finally knock it off. “Besides, if you two keep arguing we’re going to lose track of him again!”

The fourth one was on the very end of the branch, out in the open and hanging out in the wind, only held by the stem of a leaf he gripped. He’d been ignoring them until that last comment, but didn't even look their way as he stated, “I am fully capable of taking care of myself. You three are the real chaos material. I wasn't the one arguing with someone for brushing against me.” The blackete was grinning anyway, excited to see if coming to the edge of their borders would finally let them see a real human.

The red head glanced over, only to be struck by panic upon seeing just how startlingly visible his friend was, fully out in the open and vulnerable. “Axel!” He launched himself over there and dragged his friend back onto the branch. “You can’t just hang out in the open like that! You’ll be seen! You’re not even supposed to be out here, don't add being seen to that list of broken rules!”

Axel smirked at them and kept staring out there. “Oh come on! You wanna see them just as much as I do!” Since all four of them were fairies, they had been raised inside a hollowed out tree with the rest of their colony. There were strict rules set in place that never allowed any fairy near their borders, where humans resided. The only things they ever knew about humans was what they'd been told, most of which villainized them. Axel, who remained leaning out in the open, was one of the few that refused to believe those stories. Humans being titans, killing their kind, only showing cruelty to everything around them…none of it made sense to him. Nothing was that big for one thing, but it also didn’t sound right. They made these creatures sound like true monsters, and yet described their appearances as being strikingly similar to their own.

Spark, the red fairy, disagreed greatly with Axel. “No! I’m only out here to keep you out of trouble! For all I know you're going to march right up to one of those giants and completely expose yourself with your lack of self preservation! On top of all that, it’s almost high noon! We’re going to be late for the ceremony!”

Axel squirmed in the tightening grip, attempting to escape. "We'll be fine, we can make it! I know what I'm doing, just be quiet so nothing will notice us." He managed to pull himself free and danced away to keep out of reach.

The blonde fairy walked up to them and pointed out at the forest ahead. "Sorry to interrupt, but isn't that what you're looking for?" Out in that direction, there was unnatural motion and faint voices carrying to them.

Axel spun around immediately, his wings buzzing with excitement when he saw it. "Yes! Let's go look!" He launched off the branch, already speeding away before any of them could even attempt to follow.

Spark turned a glare on the blonde. "Oh yes, brilliant idea Sett, just tell the maniac you see something without someone holding him down! Clay, go after him." He looked at the brown haired fairy as he'd said that before shoving off to chase after Axel.

Sett and Clay looked at each other before they just followed after the other two boys, rushing through the cover of the forest on their way over to the group of camping humans. Axel momentarily almost went above the trees, but Spark caught up to him on time and grabbed hold of his leg, yanking him back down.

"Get back down! You're going to get picked off by a bird!" He lost the dark haired fairy only moments later, but at least he didn't go higher again and merely zoomed towards the campsite.

He knew not to just burst out there but he was getting way too close to be flying out in the open like he was. "You worry too much!" The one to stop him this time was Sett, the only one in their friend group that flew faster than Axel.

The blonde spread his arms out after stopping in front of Axel and pointed to a cluster of branches higher up, where they'd be able to see the open space. "Hide there before you make Spark explode." The two dove into that bundle of branches and leaves almost immediately after, waiting for the rest to show up.

Axel was already clambering forward, trying to get a peek at these creatures. When he saw them his wings buzzed excitedly, but he was also shocked into silence. It was a group of friends or maybe a family, he wasn't sure. That wasn't the shocking part though. What truly got him, was their size. This wasn't like the stories, they were bigger, not smaller like he'd originally thought.

Just as the other two showed up, Sett had pushed himself over to take a look as well, his whole body going rigid as he watched these pure giants move about, doing actions that would otherwise be impossible for the fairies while being way too fast for their size. It was terrifying and they weren't even close enough to feel their movements. One other notable thing…was that their language made no sense—it was completely different from their own.

Spark and Clay had similar reactions, but the red fairy could only look for a few seconds before he had to pull away, his hands covering his mouth as fear coursed through his entire body. It hadn't helped that when he'd looked, it was to see one of them crushing something bigger than they were like it was nothing. He shuddered and moved on to hugging himself instead, refusing to turn back around as he was gripped by a cold sweat.

Clay was just frozen in place, his usual rowdy self gone completely as he watched the wingless titans move about. He hesitated greatly, taking a step back as he looked at the other two still watching the humans. "Hey, uh…I think we should go. It doesn't feel safe here." He frowned at the humans before he went back to being wild, reaching down and grabbing Axel by the back of his shirt. "Sett, move it! We're going!" He was half snarling as he just dragged the curious fairy away.

Spark gave a heavy sigh when he saw Clay dragging Axel away, the tense muscles relaxing as he realized they were leaving now. He didn't hesitate to take off, his wings buzzing madly as he tried to fly off as fast as possible. The humans hadn't shown up in the clearing they'd chosen to watch, and he was glad they hadn't. They'd have been way too close to Hometree…that was just begging for trouble. He did falter for a moment to check that his friends were following, but settled right back down when he saw them right behind him. Even Axel was leaving on his own.

Axel, however, had way too curious thoughts spinning through his mind. He'd felt a sort of natural fear towards a being so large that he was hardly the size of their smallest finger…but he wanted to know everything about them! Why did they look just like fairies but had no wings and were so giant? It was spinning him for a loop and he was sectioning his fear off as just from their size, ignoring the warning bells telling him to never investigate them. Rather, he was somewhat eager to find out what all they had. They were using some very strange things!

Regardless of how unaware his friends were of his thoughts, all four of them headed straight for home tree. They were already really pushing it for their time limit, the ceremony a lot more important than they'd been making it out to be so far. As the large, hollowed out tree came into sight, so did tons of fairies flying in and out in preparation for the celebration. The magic barrier hiding the tree from sight allowed the fairies to see through it, only blocking the contents from other creatures. All four of them went to one of the many entrances, choosing one that was less populated and rushing through on their way to the main hall.

Once inside you had to land and fight your way through the crowds of other fairies. There honestly wasn't all that many of them, but when there was some sort of gathering everyone was moving around so much that it made the numbers seem higher. In reality, you would pass the same person ten or so times on your way to anywhere. The adults in the tree had assigned jobs after all, so they couldn't sit still like everyone else was. The group of friends got separated a few times on their way through the tunnels, but eventually met back up in the wide open space of the main hall. This space was in one of the highest spots in the tree, allowing the sunlight to shine through from openings directly above them.

Axel…had never liked so many people gathering together. Colors, so many colors, kept swarming around him in every direction. It was almost too many and always hit him as dizzying. For one thing, he never once saw another fairy with black hair. He was the only one in this entire colony, and as far as anyone knew, the first to exist. Their records were damaged and it was unclear what the coloring meant for Axel. After all, the color of their hair and wings always determined their magic pathways. Sometimes the eyes would even grant the fairy another power, but those were very special cases.

Reds, and sometimes a rare orange, all belong to fire. Yellow stretching to a pale blonde typically controlled wind and sometimes light magic, which was exceptionally rare. Browns were connected to the earth, green attached to the plants, blue with several different areas…mostly water, sometimes ice. A fairy with purple hair was just as rare as a blonde getting light magic, and they controlled the darkness. So where did that leave Axel? This entire celebration was to find out, and it was leaving him unnerved—one major reason he'd risked being seen merely ten or so minutes ago. He'd rather face horror stories turned real than find out the result of this test.

He followed his friends to the area all of the graduating teenagers were waiting. Everyone gathered here was turning 20 this season, leaving the teenage years behind and about to be considered adults, where they'd be granted a job rather than an apprenticeship. But he was nervous. He stood beside his friends for some time, watching as every fairy in the tree congregated in this hall, the area getting steadily louder until the dooming hush fell over the huge crowd.

The monarch was here. She strode down the platform to the edge, Axel shivering as he felt her cold gaze sweep over the crowd, demanding absolute silence. This development made him take a step back, hiding behind his friends instead of staying next to them. It was too much for him to handle, especially since she was actually…his aunt. He knew it was coming, but it still sent a cold shudder down his spine when her eyes locked onto him momentarily. It wasn't hard for him to know what she was thinking and he was already wishing he could just flee the area.

She smiled only once everyone was still and not making sound, setting her hands on the podium before she projected her voice, "Thank you for taking time off your busy tasks to gather here today!" She kept watching everyone as she continued, "Today we will identify the power of each new adult fairy so that they might join the rest of us in maintaining our survival here in the Hometree." She swept a hand in the direction of the group of new adults, her bronze wings flaring for dramatic effect. "Now, come up in alphabetical order, as is tradition. First…" She glanced at her list. "Ala."

A blue haired fairy fluttered up to the stage, gave a bow, then turned to grant access to his wings. Axel watched in trepidation, aware he'd be dragged up there way too soon for his liking. Even so, he watched the exchange closely. It was easier to activate magic with the help of another fairy, but you could also do so on your own. The monarch reached over and delicately traced her hands over the pale blue wings. White lines spread from his back towards the end of the wings like veins, forming a shape in the center of his wings as the color faded into becoming a near white blue, the shape revealing the symbol of ice.

Of course this had her smiling again as she gestured for the new ice fairy to go wait in a certain area. They would designate everyone by element before telling them what their actual jobs were. He tensed when she looked at the list again, but she called up someone called Amber instead. His nerves were firing off all over the place, his wings buzzing every now and then with discomfort. In the end he couldn't truly watch what happened with the girl up there, only knowing she was hard to help unlock and that it had become something along the lines of earth and minerals.

She called yet another name, his gaze casting to the floor to lock into his feet, his hands feeling sweaty even as she called someone who wasn't him. Despite what all he'd actually been through, this was by far one of the worst days of his life and he had yet to be called on. After only seconds of this building stress, he shoved his hands behind his back in an attempt to slow it down, gripping his arms tightly to force his head back up. Even as he did, his eyes closed and he let out a shaky breath, refocusing on the present.

A hand touched his shoulder and he flinched, only for another to touch the other shoulder. Slight panic made his eyes snap open to see who was grabbing him. Spark and Sett. A wave of relief washed over him thickly, soothing coldness spreading through his body. He could see in their expressions that they understood what was wrong, so he gave them a thankful nod, glancing at Clay who was looking at him like the guy was ready to beat up whatever was stressing his friend out like this.

It made him smile. Axel was finally getting the beginning of a panic attack to settle, at least to a manageable amount. He took a few deep breaths and waited, now a tad more confident knowing his friends were still with him. Even so, with his name called only moment later, he still jolted, feeling that rush of fear run through his body. He let it run. Using it, he made his legs move, taking a few steps forward before he used his shaky wings, knowing his legs felt too weak to take him the whole way. He landed on the raised platform right in front of his aunt, locking eyes with her before immediately looking away.

He couldn't stand being looked at so worriedly, even if it was only a split second. In the end he turned his back to her so she could get to his wings, looking at the wall to keep himself grounded. But then her voice echoed out to the room, "We're treated this season to a new color, possibly bringing in a new fairy element! Let us hold hope for our new friend and greet them among us no matter the result!" It was a traditional saying that had been said only a few times before, but her tone and the fact that it was him she was talking about, felt like someone was stabbing him from behind.

He choked on a breath, but just closed his eyes and balled his hands into fists, gritting his teeth. He would find out what sort of abomination he was today, and…he desperately hoped that maybe he was just an earth fairy, or had something actually useful. The problem…was that there weren't any elements left. When her hands touched his wings he flinched, the touch feeling cold, too cold. When she pulled his magic from his core and into his wings, it was like someone was pulling on strings attached to his organs. At the same time, it wasn't exactly painful, just exceedingly strange.

He peeked his eyes open and watched the glow from the wall, tensing as it started to dim out. When it finally stopped, there was a sort of shocked air among the crowds. A bit scared, especially after hearing his aunt mutter under her breath, he looked over his shoulder at his wings. They were…not showing any element at all. There were some jagged lines, zig zags, loops, and most prominently a sideways eight right where an element should be. Or at least it resembled one, but it was more like two rings looped through each other.

Even so, it still did not show an element. He watched as she silently motioned for an examination, a sort of pressure building up in his chest. His hands tightened even further as fists, his nails digging into his skin as his eyelids flittered just a bit faster. He narrowed his eyes after a few seconds, slowing down his blinking as he waited, fully on edge along with the entire tree full of fairies. He couldn't even watch as they brought a magic stone polished into a ball shape, wishing to measure his element with it and tell if he had usable magic at all.

The cold stone was pressed against the skin between his frail wings. The air was tense, every last person holding their breath and staring at the stone he couldn't see. After some time passed, there were murmurs spreading, a few of them sending spikes of anxiety through his body. The stone was removed and the fairy who'd been trying to measure it was half frozen, stuttering out, "I-it doesn't show anything! He has no element at all! His magic…it can't be used!"

Everyone feel deathly silent, but Axel felt some entirely different. Icy talons wrapped around his heart, a weight settling in his chest as tears fought their way to his blank face. Then all at once it struck, shock creating fear in everyone present. It took a few seconds of panic before some began shouting, asking if fairies were about to lose their magic, that he was cursed, some actually begging their own relatives would have magic and not end up like him. The last was quieter than the rest, but still present.

With the power only she had, the monarch commanded silence with a single glare, silencing the entire room with that on look. She faced them all. "Stop the dramatics! Keep the peace! There is still a symbol, it will mean something somewhere in our archives. We will be investigating this incident, and as of yet, I believe this is particular for only black haired fairies, of which Axel is the only one. Now, go stand over there and let's continue." She had a pained expression for a moment before it was buried under her usual iciness.

Axel couldn't respond. He was numb as he was led to a different spot, standing separate from everyone by quite a bit. His hands found the edge of his half jacket and clutched it like his life depended on it, becoming empty and blank as he zoned out entirely. After all of this time…there is no 'searching the archives', or they would have already done it. No. That stone never lied. And after all that stress, all of that heart stopping fear that his life would end and he could never explore again, he…had nothing.

It was almost laughable. It's hard to say if this outcome was better or worse. In the end, he didn't know what he'd been expecting at all. He actually nearly laughed, just standing there with his gaze cast downwards, only uncertainty blooming inside him. What job…does a fairy without magic even do? Would he remain an apprentice forever? He couldn't tell if that was good or not, knowing he'd be able to keep that freedom to explore, but also knowing he was now a true outcast. After all of that judgement growing up…nothing was going to compare to the aftermath of this discovery.

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End chapter of the first g/t story I've done!

(will add links to the next chapters at the end of this once I get those uploaded)

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Weekly Press Briefing #95: April 14 - April 20

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from April 14 - April 20, 2024. Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing!

Challenges/Prompts:

There are no open challenges or events on our radar this week. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote or know of one we’re missing? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

This Week in Canon:

Welcome back to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run.

Season 7, Episode 18: Requiem aired on April 16, 2006.

Photos/Videos:

Here’s what was posted from April 14 - April 20:

Allison Janney posted stills from this week’s episode of Palm Royale.

Amy Landecker posted a video of Brad at Versailles.

Dule Hill has a new Instagram account for his PBS series, The Expressway with Dule Hill, which premieres April 23 at 9 pm on PBS.

Elisabeth Moss posted a promo graphic announcing two weeks until her new FX show, The Veil, which premieres on Hulu on April 30.

Josh Malina posted a boomerang of himself and the rest of the Scandal cast.

Marlee Matlin posted photos of herself and her daughter Sarah, when Sarah was an infant and now, when Sarah is pregnant with her own baby.

Marlee Matlin posted photos with friends and family celebrating her daughter Sarah’s baby shower.

Marlee Matlin posted photos of herself and her family with her new granddaughter, Brooklyn Rose.

Peter James Smith posted a photo of himself standing in front of the poster for his upcoming play, Nora and photos from backstage and the rehearsal process.

No Context BWhit: April 15 | April 16 | April 18 | April 19 | April 20

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In honor of the release of Taylor Swift’s newest album, The Tortured Poets Department, we present some fics featuring our favorite in-universe speechwriters, White House Correspondents, and poets!

Fics:

Presenting your weekly roundup of fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own.

Josh/Donna

The Little Things and Big Things by wootcanal | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

That you’ll find me, and that you’ll see me by francisscottkeykey (alittlelifeinyouyet) | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

CJ/Toby

love is not a victory march by jeaniecregg | Rated G | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

i’ll pay for my place by jeaniecregg | Rated G | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

Other Pairings/Gen Fic

Regarding Jamie: Sound and Fury by mlea7675 | Rated G | Helen Santos/Matt Santos | Complete

but you will not mess with the grandchildren by francisscottkeykey (alittlelifeinyouyet) | Margaret Hooper & Leo McGarry, Bruno Gianelli/Margaret Hooper | Complete

Multiple Pairings

Paradise City by casliyn | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Amy Gardner/Josh Lyman | In Progress

War & Peace by miabicicletta for krazykitkat, onekisstotakewithme | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress

And the Pursuit of Happiness by welcometoyourworld | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn, Ainsley Hayes/Donna Moss | In Progress

But that’s not what ships were built for. by francisscottkeykey (alittlelifeinyouyet) | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | Complete

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sitp-recs · 2 years

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Hidden Gems by @thesleepiesthufflepuff

It’s Fay time! Fay is not only an amazing writer but one of the kindest souls in the community, always supportive and engaged. I was really touched to receive a special treat from her on Liv Day, this scorching Pansmione micro that everyone should check ASAP. I actually got familiar with her work through these lovely micros, especially the wlw treats, then Almost Like Home left me breathless with epic Drarry aching and soon enough I was checking her works every time I needed some comfort food. That doesn’t mean they’re all fluffy, mind you! In fact, Fay is quite skilled at exploring some delicious bittersweet angst in short form. But somehow I find them all a gentle and warm as a cozy blanket. They’re also the perfect bite size reads to indulge after a long, stressful day as a way to treat yourself. I’m focusing on short fics hoping to give them some extra love, but let’s not forget to mention the excellent The Way We Wind aka the fic that made us all want to start knitting 🧶 a classic comfort fic that I highly recommend if you’re looking for something longer! Thanks for sharing such special love takes with us Fay, so happy to have you around!

Drarry

Almost Like Home (2021, E, 1k) - the ACHING! Gorgeous Greek aesthetics, pining Draco, sad fuck buddies with a happy ending and Blue’s incredible artwork as a treat to illustrate the most perfect scene ever

He looked beautiful like this — messy, and vulnerable, and entirely Draco's, even if it was just for an afternoon.

Drive a Little Slower (2021, G, 1.6k) - sweetest roommates to lovers with longing, companionable silences, meaningful conversations, sunset & confessions, it’s all here folks. Peak romance!

He silently willed Harry to drive a little slower. To let him pretend a little longer.

Dodged Bullet (2021, G, 1.1k) - birthday soulmate meet-cute my beloved! Really sweet take on it, and I love the recurring theme of ice cream on Fay’s fics!

Everyone gets a soul mark on their twenty-first birthday. Except for Draco, apparently.

Rare pairs

A Place to Fall (2021, E, 2k) - wlw lazy morning with adorable established relationship Ginsy, domestic bliss and sexy snogging interlaced with sappy confessions! Hot and sweet as all romantic things should be.

A month ago, Pansy would have laughed at the idea of dating Ginny Weasley, Seeker for the Holyhead Harpies and one of Britain’s most well-respected Quidditch players. Now, she supposes, things are different.

For All You Give (I'll Give It Back to You) (2022, T, 7k) - a gorgeous and heartfelt Golden Trio triad fic, gentle and tentative and comforting. The cottage vibes are immersive and my heart grew twice in size seeing how much these three care for each other, the feels 🥺

A birthday, a beach cottage, a love confession (or two). All Harry can wonder is why it took him so long to figure this out.

Between the Houses (2021, E, 12k) - this made me immediately buy a ship I’ve never even thought of before! Lovely Dean/Charlie get together + established relationship, I adore their chemistry, Charlie’s sweetness and the life they build together in Romania. Now that’s a rare pair treat!

He paused on the doormat, taking out the ring that he’d stowed away several hours ago. Its white golden band caught on the amber light coming from the torches that lined the road of houses, and nestled in the middle of the ring was a circular moonstone that had belonged to his great-great-grandmother.

#hidden gems s2 #day 9

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shelbyshoe · 1 month

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Mobile Master List ⋆｡°✩

💜 Here is a collection of all the writing I have posted to this blog. Everything with links will be on FFN and AO3. I’ll add to this list as I update.💜

Resident Evil

RE Multi-Chapter₊˚⊹☆

~When the World Falls Apart (Aeon)

Leon S. Kennedy is the luckiest unlucky man Ada has ever met. Unlucky that he's gone missing, but lucky she's willing to go into a secret facility that the government refuses to touch in order to find him.

Now, she's wandering around a labyrinth with her voice stolen and a gun that doesn't belong to her. Leon's Red9 is the key to finding him and escaping this hellish prison.

Too bad that all Ada has to go on is his voice emanating from his weapon, and there's something he's not telling her.

Rated: E

Status: Ongoing (1/11)

AO3

Fairy Tail

FT Drabbles/Ficlettes₊˚⊹☆

~Gray VS END (NaLu + Gruvia)

Gray vs Natsu END fight

Rated: T

Status: Complete

~Meeting the Goddess (NaLu)

Nalu as Hades and Persephone

Rated: G

Status: Complete

FT One Shots₊˚⊹☆

~The End (NaLu/ENDLu)

Natsu has defeated Zeref, but at the cost of his humanity. In this path in life, he has chosen the demon seed to defeat his greatest enemy and has taken Lucy with him.

Rated: T

Status: Complete

FFN

~The Beginning (NaLu)

Dragon slayers are shunned after the battle with Zeref. Natsu had chosen the dragon seed to defeat him, but at a price. Dragon transformations are more frequent, and one day they will be permanent. Each, in pairs, are out to find the cure along with Natsu and Lucy.

Rated: T

Status: Complete

FFN

~Divine Touch ( NaLu + Gruvia)

Lucy is a renowned artist for the nobility longing for a man, well a muse, that she can't stop painting. Natsu is a god of creativity who craves freedom from Lucy's studio. Their desire for each other mount, but they fear the one golden rule. With just one touch their contract is dissolved, destroying everything they've built and keeping them apart forever.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

~Garden and Lace (NaLu)

By the end of their mission, Levy is over Natsu and Lucy's arguing. She decides to take matters into her own hands. To finally have some peace and quiet, she traps them in her little glass bottle that houses her secret garden. With lots of time to kill, Natsu and Lucy must make up, but Lucy has other sensual plans of revenge.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

~Tell Her You Love Her (NaLu)

Every night Natsu wakes in a cold sweat. Clearly, the cough is waking him, not his dreams of her. It isn't the flowers that tumble from his lips that scare him. It's telling Lucy he loves her. (Hanahaki)

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

~Looks Like Rent Is Due (NaLu)

Lucy is fired, again. Saving the day with psychic abilities isn't as rewarding as you think it is. Down on her luck, and with only half rent, she strikes a deal with her landlord's brother, a vampire named Natsu. Free rent for free blood. At least it's a trial run, and he's incredibly hot.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

~A Smutty ENDing

Lucy wakes up from the most thrilling wet dream she's ever had. In her delirium, she writes it down. But not in the book she thought. Natsu isn't going to be happy that she wrote smut in the book of E.N.D. Well, maybe he is.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

FT Multi-chapter₊˚⊹☆

~Drained (NaLu)

After Lucy and Natsu are poisoned by a mysterious wanted criminal, they begin to share strange and emotional dreams. As they find themselves drawn closer together by their intimate interactions while asleep, something dangerous is happening to their bodies while awake. To find a cure they must go on a treacherous journey to recapture the escaped criminal.

Rated: E

Status: Ongoing (Planning on remastering and adding final chapter plus epilogue.)

FFN

~Desire in Strawberries (NaLu)

Natsu and Lucy are swept away by a festival held by their wealthy client, Lady Nakahara. There is more than mystery and the scent of strawberries in the air as they find themselves intimately closer to one another. What they thought was a friendly feast turns into something more as the puzzling night goes on.

Rated: E

Status: Ongoing (Replotting)

FFN

~Fairies After Dark (NaLu)

Natsu, a Horde vampire, desires nothing more than to find his father and leave his brother behind. Lucy, an immortal Valkyrie, needs to get this Horde bounty off her head. Doesn't help the assassin after her is a gorgeous vampire with cherry pink hair.

Rated: E

Status: Ongoing (Priority Fic)

FFN

AO3

NaLu lovefest 2017₊˚⊹☆

~Day 1: Lust (Fruit and Fantasy)

Look but don't touch. Natsu and Lucy volunteered to help for the Fairy Tail fresh market. Keeping their hands to themselves, and fantasies at bay seem to be harder for them than they thought

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

~Day 3: Hickey (Shiver)

Natsu and Lucy take a job that sends them on a hike into the mountains. It's a cold winter day and steamy night before they make it to their destination.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

~Day 5: Chains (Chains)

Lucy is rewarded a virtual reality headset by a client. It was fun to create new places with one of her best friends. It isn't until Natsu turns up, with sexy intentions, that she finds herself way over her head.

Rated: E

Status: Complete (3 ch. 16k words)

FFN

AO3

One Piece

One Piece One Shots₊˚⊹☆

~Comfort Me (Zoyori/ Zoro x Hiyori)

After a vicious attack by ninja in the region of Hakumai in Wano, Zoro and Hiyori stop to rest at Enma shrine. Their curiosity in each other bubble to the surface as she confesses her drive to take vengeance into her own hands. Feeling powerless, they find comfort in each other, even for the moment of reprieve they so longed for.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

Diamond No Ace

DNA Drabbles₊˚⊹☆

~Winter (MiyuSawa)

Romance, Slice of Life

Status: Complete

Requests

~END!Lucy (NaLu)

Angst

Status: Complete

#masterlist

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drwilfredwaterson · 8 months

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Recognizing and Responding To The Adversary of the Abrahamic Faiths and All of The Adversary's Servants, Slaves, and Allies. Part 8/13.

“Remember this, son, if you forget everything else. A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.” ― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“Most musicians remain poor. But the music that they make, even if it does not bring them millions, gives millions of people happiness.” ― Langston Hughes

“Money is, in some respects, like fire. It is a very excellent servant, but a terrible master.” ― P. T. Barnum, The Art of Money Getting : Or Golden Rules for Making Money

“My goal is to live the truly religious life, and express it in my music. If you live it, when you play there's no problem because the music is part of the whole thing. To be a musician is really something. It goes very, very deep. My music is the spiritual expression of what I am - my faith, my knowledge, my being.” ― John Coltrane

“Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.” ― Washington Irving

If anyone wants to be a musician of any kind, they first need access to whichever music instrument(s) they're best suited to. That usually involves being introduced to, and trying out, every possible music instrument until the future musician finds the right instruments for them. It's the same with all of the varied religions and spiritual paths of the human race. All of those "musical instruments" allow for exploring, learning about, and expressing all of the various facets of the human experience.

Christianity is a specific music instrument. Just like any instrument, it needs to be well-tuned for the "musician" to explore, learn about, and express their unique human experience while on the narrow path to the narrow gate of the Almighty Abrahamic G-d via the native/indigenous Israeli Hebrew Christian Messiah: Jesus Christ.

For the "musical instrument" of Christianity to work properly, all of the parts need to work together to be in tune. The Hebrew TANAKH is perfectly paired with the Christian "New Testament." So many people get turned off by, and end up leaving, Christianity because the "instrument" doesn't work right, or sound right, and the "musician" is the one that usually ends up taking all of the blame when it's the Christian church symphony "conductor" of all those "music students" who deserves all the blame for intentionally sabotaging their "music students" and potential symphony orchestra. Numerous "music students" end up grimacing at the awful sounds being produced by their fellow "music students" and they flee in annoyance and disgust with themselves and all the others who've been set up to fail from the start.

As Jesus Christ said, "You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free." Imagine a concert pianist finding a broken, rotting piano in a dump site and taking it as-is to play at their next performance. That piano has missing and broken strings, the keyboard is rotten, numerous keys are missing, the pedals are missing, rodents are living in it, and all the woodwork is infested with termites and other bugs, but it still kind of looks like a piano, so off it goes in its filthy condition to the concert hall for the concert pianist's musical exhibition. That's what modern Christians are dealing with with the antisemitic, genocidal, ethnic cleansing, and antichrist/satanic Sunday "Lord's Day" and the so-called "Old, Useless, Outdated, and Worthless" Testament of the King James Version of the Christian Holy Bible. Considering that Christian churches demand at least 10% of their congregation's household income, that's literally criminal intent to defraud and can be investigated and possibly prosecuted by the United States Department of Justice as noted here:

Proof of Fraudulent Intent "The requisite intent under the federal mail and wire fraud statutes may be inferred from the totality of the circumstances and need not be proven by direct evidence." United States v. Alston, 609 F.2d 531, 538 (D.C. Cir. 1979), cert. denied, 445 U.S. 918 (1980). Thus, intent can be inferred from statements and conduct. United States v. Cusino, 694 F.2d 185, 187 (9th Cir. 1982) (citing United States v. Beecroft, 608 F.2d 753, 757 (9th Cir. 1979)), cert. denied, 461 U.S. 932 (1983). Impression testimony, that is, testimony of victims as to how they had been misled by defendants, is admissible to show an intent to defraud. See Phillips v. United States, 356 F.2d 297, 307 (9th Cir. 1965), cert. denied, 384 U.S. 952 (1966). Also consider complaint letters received by defendants as relevant to the issue of intent to defraud. The inference might be drawn that, since the defendant knew victims were being misled by solicitation literature and other representations, the continued operation of the business despite this knowledge showed the existence of a scheme to defraud.

Fraudulent intent is shown if a representation is made with reckless indifference to its truth or falsity. Cusino, 694 F.2d at 187. In addition, "[f]raudulent intent may be inferred from the modus operandi of the scheme." United States v. Reid, 533 F.2d 1255, 1264 n. 34 (D.C. Cir. 1976) ("[T]he purpose of the scheme 'must be to injure, which doubtless may be inferred when the scheme has such effect as a necessary result of carrying it out.") (quoting United States v. Regent Office Supply Co., 421 F.2d 1174, 1180-81 (2d Cir. 1970) (quoting Horman v. United States, 116 F. 350, 352 (6th Cir.), cert. denied, 187 U.S. 641 (1902))). "Of course proof that someone was actually victimized by the fraud is good evidence of the schemer's intent." Id. (quoting Regent Office Supply Co., 421 F.2d at 1180-81). In United States v. D'Amato, the court explained the government's burden of proving fraudulent intent as follows:

The scheme to defraud need not have been successful or complete. Therefore, the victims of the scheme need not have been injured. However, the government must show "that some actual harm or injury was contemplated by the schemer." Because the defendant must intend to harm the fraud's victims, "[m]isrepresentations amounting only to a deceit are insufficient to maintain a mail or wire fraud prosecution." "Instead, the deceit must be coupled with a contemplated harm to the victim." In many cases, this requirement poses no additional obstacle for the government. When the "necessary result" of the actor's scheme is to injure others, fraudulent intent may be inferred from the scheme itself. Where the scheme does not cause injury to the alleged victim as its necessary result, the government must produce evidence independent of the alleged scheme to show the defendant's fraudulent intent.

Christian churches that continue to demand 10% of their congregation's household income can also be investigated and possibly prosecuted by the United States Federal Trade Commission for engaging in the fraudulent and antisemitic, genocidal, ethnic cleansing, and antichrist/satanic Sunday "Lord's Day," and presenting the King James Version of the Christian Holy Bible as an authoritative and accurate text concerning the authentic life and teachings of Jesus Christ and the authentic scriptures that Jesus Christ encountered, studied, lived by, taught, and died by and for as noted here:

Civil penalties can help the Commission deter conduct that harms consumers. Because they can exceed what a wrongdoer earned through their misconduct, penalties send a clear message that preying on consumers will not be profitable.

One way the Commission can obtain penalties against a company that acted unfairly or deceptively is through the Penalty Offense Authority, found in Section 5(m)(1)(B) of the FTC Act, 15 U.S.C. §45(m)(1)(B). Under this authority, the Commission can seek civil penalties if it proves that (1) the company knew the conduct was unfair or deceptive in violation of the FTC Act and (2) the FTC had already issued a written decision (see below) that such conduct is unfair or deceptive.

In order to trigger this authority, the Commission can send companies a “Notice of Penalty Offenses.” This Notice is a document listing certain types of conduct that the Commission has determined, in one or more administrative orders (other than a consent order), to be unfair or deceptive in violation of the FTC Act. Companies that receive this Notice and nevertheless engage in prohibited practices can face civil penalties of up to $50,120 per violation. As required by federal statute, the FTC adjusts the amounts of its civil penalty maximums for inflation every January.

That a company is sent a Notice does not indicate that the Commission has reason to believe it is breaking the law. Rather, the Commission sends these Notices to ensure that companies understand the law – and that they are deterred from breaking it.

The 2023 Florida Statutes Title XLVI CRIMES Chapter 812 THEFT, ROBBERY, AND RELATED CRIMES

812.014 Theft.— (c) It is grand theft of the third degree and a felony of the third degree, punishable as provided in s. 775.082, s. 775.083, or s. 775.084, if the property stolen is: 1. Valued at $750 or more, but less than $5,000. 2. Valued at $5,000 or more, but less than $10,000. 3. Valued at $10,000 or more, but less than $20,000.

Third Degree Felony grand theft is punishable by a maximum sentence of 5 years in Florida State Prison and a $5,000.00 fine.

www.leg.state.fl.us/statutes/index.cfm

On September 30, 2023, the minimum hourly wage in Florida will be $12.00. In a Florida two parent household, that translates to $443.28 x 2 parents every two weeks. $886.56 every two weeks x 26 pay periods = $23,050.56 per year, so a 10% Christian church tithe being $2,305 per year qualifies as third degree grand theft in Florida. Should a church claiming to be a Christian church be prosecuted for claiming to offer "eternal salvation" for $2,305 per minimum wage family, per year? Imagine being a minimum wage-earning two parent family in Florida; living in a $15,000/yr 2 bedroom apartment in a high crime area with no gun control; with a $2,500/yr utility bill; with a $12,000/yr food bill (that has to be sorted out with food stamps and food bank handouts); having to use free emergency cellphones handouts for phone and internet service that national security agencies say never to use; having to rely on free absolute bare minimum emergency internet service for your children's homework; having to rely on unreliable public transportation and/or walking to commute multiple hours to and from your minimum wage job everyday for a trip that takes minutes by car; with a growing nazi infestation being welcomed into Florida; while also having a 5 generation Abrahamic curse forced upon you by your antisemitic, genocidal, ethnic cleansing, antichrist/satanic "Christian" church via mandatory tithing on their Sunday "Lord's Day" service and being forced to accept something corrupted, false, and maliciously labeled as "old, outdated, useless, and worthless" as the fact-checking answer key to the "New, Improved, and Only Valid Testament" about your Lord, Savior, Advocate, and Redeemer: Jesus Christ.

If that isn't worthy of investigation by the United States Department of Justice, the United States Federal Trade Commission, and Florida's Attorney General for defrauding vulnerable Florida Christians, then what would be? Magnify that $2,305 x 50 million Christian households across the United States who are being negatively impacted by the corrupted, inaccurate, and mistranslated "Old Testament" of the King James Version of the Christian Holy Bible; is $115,250,000,000 ($115.25 billion USD) worth of potential criminal intent to defraud worth investigating and prosecuting if the evidence supports it? Don't those Florida Christians deserve something real and far superior like the Saturday seventh-day sabbath that Jesus Christ kept holy paired with accurate and uncorrupted scriptures (the Hebrew TANAKH paired with the New International Version of the Christian New Testament)? How could any American Christian claim that they're loving their neighbor as they love themselves when Christians in Florida and across the United States are suffering in such ways? Per the Ezekiel scriptures, all American Christians are required to strengthen their Christian brothers and sisters, and all of their neighbors, to make and keep America great, so why not at least try do that by embracing, promoting, and perpetuating what's living, fresh, vibrant, fruitful, and liberating because it's the truth about the authentic life and teachings of Jesus Christ? Fool around and find out is exactly what happens when anyone tries to erase authentic knowledge and truth about the Almighty Abrahamic G-d of the Abrahamic faiths and the authentic life and teachings of Jesus Christ from humanity and the earth.

Newton's Third Law: Action & Reaction. His third law states that for every action (force) in nature there is an equal and opposite reaction. If object A exerts a force on object B, object B also exerts an equal and opposite force on object A. In other words, forces result from interactions. (NASA.gov)

"There are so many different ways that someone can be beautiful. For me, I think that when I meet someone and there's that magical thing about them that makes them unforgettable, it's that they're sincere and honest and whoever they are, be that funny, happy, sad, you know, going through a rough time, sarcastic, I think that these personality traits that come through when somebody is really sincere is what makes them beautiful." - Taylor Swift

Matthew 7:1 “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. Matthew 7:2 For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.

Matthew 22:36 “Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?” Matthew 22:37 Jesus replied: “’Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ Matthew 22:38 This is the first and greatest commandment. Matthew 22:39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ Matthew 22:40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”

Luke 6:31 Do to others as you would have them do to you.

“Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.” ― Henry Miller

“There is the great lesson of 'Beauty and the Beast,' that a thing must be loved before it is lovable.” ― G.K. Chesterton

“For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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I’m in the Mood for a Fic Where…

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1. In the mood. For ace spectrum wangxian

💖Words from the heart by MusicMe_tc (G, 6k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, love letters, secret identity, ace wwx, demisexual lwj)

The Bunnysitter: a Post-it Romance by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 9k, wangxian, modern, fluff, ace lwj, autistic lwj, adhd wwx, hacker wwc)

one heart, one body by stiltonbasket (Not rated, 1k, wangxian, married wangxian, ace wwx, demisexual lwj)

WithBroomBefore (both here on tumblr and on AO3) has done a variety of ace, demi, and aro WangXian stuff

your touch in the dark (your voice in the silence) by b_ofdale (M, 13k, wangxian, modern, friends w/ benefits, pining, ace wwx, demisexual lwj, happy ending)

Come Out and Level Up by figmentera (T, 3k, wangxian, modern, ace wangxian, sex favorable, getting together)

subtleties series by touchtheexoplanets (T, 17k, wangxian, ace lwj, 7 minutes in heaven, fluff, coming out, angst w/ happy ending)

💖you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by cicer (E, 132k, wangxian, modern, developing relationship, teen romance, demisexuality, bottom!lwj in ch 15)

💖Let Them Eat Cake by Vamillepudding (G, 7k, wangxian, romantic comedy, light angst, asexual relationship, getting together)

close the distance by onceiolanthi (sapphiregalaxyrin) (G, <1k, wangxian, asexual character, fluff, cuddling)

Like You Mean It by CoatWrites (T, 5k, wangxian, modern, getting together, dating app, unsolicited dick pic, fluff & humor)

Just As You Are by westiec (G, 1k, wangxian, post-canon, asexuality spectrum, talking about desire, kissing)

the way that all the pieces fit by tomatocake (T, 7k, wangxian, modern, high school au, aspec, fluff, sleepovers, first kiss)

(💖WWWWXD (What would Wei Wuxian Do?) series by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 55k, wangxian, modern, high school and forward, fluff, panic attacks, angst w/ happy ending, autistic lwj, grief/mourning))

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2. Thank you for your service - I love this blog! Got any recs for Wen Qing/Jiang Cheng as the main pairing? They're background in a lot of wangxian fics and I'd love to see them front and center. (Bonus points for pegging - it's what they deserve!)

Anything by snowberryrose

something worth doing by twigofwillow (T, 29k, JC/WQ, canon divergence, fix-it, yunmeng wen clan, family feels, friendship agenda)

let's play pretend and not remember by Misila (E, 13k, JC/WQ, modern, romance, angst, fake/pretend relationship, getting back together, past bullying, past suicide attempt)

No Such Thing as Too Good by Eleanor_Fenyx (E, 8k, JC/WQ, pegging, porn w/ some plot)

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3. Hi, me again, I hope y’all are doing well. For your next mood fic post I was wondering if you knew of any fics where WWX gets medical treatment after the burial mounds/ sunshot campaig? like JC, JYL, or LWJ notice that he is clearly not doing well and insist on helping him. I hope that makes sense. Thank y’all so much. @wolfletkaider

💖Minding series by WithBroomBefore (G, 85k, wangxian, canon divergence, what if WWX got therapy and recovery post-sunshot)

Tether by WithBroomBefore (T, 40k, wangxian, golden core reveal, JYL lives, WWX lives, fix-it, happy ending, wwx is up-front about losing his core)

💖Uninvited by WithBroomBefore (M, 13k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, hurt/comfort, sect leader jyl, sick fic, happy ending)

Rescue by WithBroomBefore (T, 20k, JYL & WWX & JC, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JC/WQ, fix-it, golden core reveal, family feels, suicidial thoughts, happy ending, WWX almost drowns and his secret is discovered during medical treatment)

💖The Wild Geese’s Tomb by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 66k, wangxian, time travel, temp character death) post-sunshot wwx gets the medical/mental support he deserves

if i had the strength by agloeian (M, 16k, wangxian, post-sunshot, fix-it, getting together, mental health issues, recovery, accidental baby acquisation)

The most dangerous thing is to love by KatAnni (E, 113k, wangxian, golden core reveal, fix-it, angst w/ happy ending, yunmeng siblings, hurt wwx, ptsd, panic attack)

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4. I'm in the mood for... wangxian courting! Doesn't matter what setting (though cloud recesses era with a meddling lxc has a special place in my heart), as long as there's some element of wangxian having to go through courting traditions or needing to be chaperoned while engaged. I want wangxian getting to know each other and falling in love. Lots of fluff pls! Angst is okay too, and a happy ending is a must! Please and thank you!

💖 Magical Marriage Ribbons series by starandrea (M, 741k, wangxian, ongoing, animal transformations, weddings)

Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 291k, wangxian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, feelings realization, getting together, fix-it of sorts, not JFM friendly, blood & gore, WIP)

Give Me a Chance to Fall by brooklinegirl (E, 37k, wangxian, arranged marriage) They know each other already but they still have to court and it's awesome

💖sweet chaos by eachandeverydimension (G, 86k, wangxian, arranged marriage, different first meeting, falling in love, getting together, lwj in lotus pier, Chinese culture)

Polishing Jade by Starra (M, 252k, wangxian, modern, arranged marriage, awkward dates, slow burn, falling in love, drinking to cope, angst w/ happy ending)

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5. I was talking to a friend and we both came to the realization that lan zhan and lan xichen were both rape babies. Is there any fics that sort of explore the turmoil of that? @fangirling-quietly

❤️ For Both Of Us (And Time Is But A Paper Moon) by sami (E, 65k, wangxian, time travel, both JC and LWJ time travel) explores this to some degree

❤️in case of fire, break glass by Jenrose (T, 65k, wangxian, my bookmark)

go where the stolen roses grow by Stratisphyre (M, 20k, LQR/CSSR/WCZ, mentions ad discussion of sexual assault, madam lan lives, not lan sect friendly, hurt/comfort)

Dragon's Gall by ritualist (M, 5k, madam lan / qingheng-jun, implied/referenced non-con, implied/referenced abuse, isolation, forced pregnancy, mind the tags!)

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6. hi! i'd love some fics where people learn to focus on the spirit of the gusulan rules rather than the letter, or actually amend/remove some of them. canon-divergent or post canon both work great, but im also specifically looking for a fic where i think lwj (in the 13 years??) changes some stuff like 'drink responsibly' and explains that some people can do horrible shit if they're drunk etc. i'd love it if someone remembered it

❤️To be of use by Erisette (not rated (G), 53k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)

Proximity To Knowledgeby ChilianXianzi (T, 7k, wangxian, post-canon, teacher wwx)

❤️ Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (G, wangxian, 290k, Mojo’s post) there is a MARVELOUS scene of lxc destroying part of the wall of rules because he realizes their original intent has become kinda corrupted and a cycle of cruelty overtime, and then leaves seclusion to rework the system/rules a bit

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7. In a mood for fic: any that have Jiang cheng saving or trying to save a-yuan after the first seige of the burial mounds. Maybe he looks for him and does or doesn't find him, or something else happens, and/or he recognizes a-yuan as lsz yrs later. Maybe he remembers a whole bunch about the kid, or he's working off vague info, etc. Off the top of my head, I think "12 moons and a fortnight" (sing to the clouds in summer) has a side story like this. So does "you're my brother" by laxruar. (In both lwj got to him first).

grieve the living by Misila (M, 160k, wangxian, heavy angst, hopeful ending, mental health issues, unhealthy coping mechanisms, violence, homophobia, romance, family)

The Accidental Baby Acquisition Club by nerdzeword (T, 26k, wangixan, my post) technically JC is looking for smth else but they do raise A-Yuan together

none lives forever, brother, and nothing lasts for long by eena (M, 38k, wangxian, LSZ raised at lotus pier, JC found first, reconciliation)

Time Kept Flowing by notoneforreality (T, 115k, wangxian, JC&LWJ, canon era, co-parenting, WIP)

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8. Hello, how are you? I want a fic where wwx just goes off on Wen QIng (the jiangs are also acceptable). Perhaps for lwj or for them not thinking of his feelings or something. I just want a wwx who cares about himself and can hold a grudge. I don't want him to blow up and immediately apologize. Hope this makes sense.

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9. Hello! I'm looking for good kid fic recs! Hurt/comfort would be lovely ✨

Welcome to the Family series by jiejieaini (E, 204k, wangxian, modern, dadji, teacher wwx, london, fluff & angst, happy ending, hurt/comfort)

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10. I hope you're having a lovely day <3 <3 if you'd like, could you or the followers recommend your fave fics where jc and/or jyl make a point of calling wwx didi/ge, or asking wwx to call them jiejie/didi, and alternatively (or concurrently!) fics where wq and wn fully regard him as their sibling and preferably verbalize it? i just want him to drown in familial love, like i would even love xxc/bssr but is 3 requests too much? asklfdk thank you so much in any case <3

💖Hope series by RoseThorne (T, 49k, wangxian, time travel)

💖the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 64k, wangxian, fix-it, golden core reveal, WIP)

Where the Lonely Ones Go by CSHfic & VSfic (T, 24k, wangxian, accidental baby acquisation, case fic, fluff, post-canon)

💖Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (not rated, 103k, jiang cheng, wangxian) Jiang Yanli making an explicit change from shidi to didi

The most dangerous thing is to love by KatAnni (E, 113k, wangxian, golden core reveal, fix-it, angst w/ happy ending, yunmeng siblings, hurt wwx, ptsd, panic attack)

A Mother's Love by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 117k, wangxian, canon divergence, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual happy ending, miscommunication, family feels, ptsd, WIP) has jyl jc and wwx treat each other as siblings (jzx is also accepted into the fam) and there's a specific scene where jc calls wwx out on why he doesn't call jy and jc jiejie and didi anymore

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

The Teapot Plot by ToxicAngel13 (M, 52k, wangxian, misunderstandings, protective jiang siblings, golden core reveal, fix-it, post sunshot, hurt/comfort)

Rescue by WithBroomBefore (T, 20k, JYL & WWX & JC, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JC/WQ, fix-it, golden core reveal, family feels, suicidial thoughts, happy ending)

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11. Hi can you recommend me some fics where Wei ying or someone bashes out at the cultivation world for their hypocrisies, or it just be Wei ying finally realizing the mistreatment he suffered and actually confronting it, the mistreatment Wei ying suffers just frustrates me so much.

💖 Did I Not Explain Why the Sunset Turns Red? by 3988Akasha (E, 100k, wangxian)

💖After Truth Lies the Honest Path by Vrishchika (M, 10k, wangxian, canon divergence, truth serum, WIP)

Words by RJ_RJ (T, 1k, wangxian, WWX goes off on LXC in the Guanyin temple, not LXC or Jiang friendly)

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12. Hiya! I am in mood for some aftercare fics. Specially some with safewording ones. I doesn’t have to be direct out safe words. Maybe some just checking in ones and some tender loving and feeding and taking care ones. Any pairing as 3zun and songxuexiao for examples. Not jus wangxian if u can please! Thank you!

A New Kind of Thrill by doukeshiA (E, 25k, wangxian, modern, bdsm, dom/sub, WIP)

underweight by sixstepsaway (E, 7k, wangxian, eating disorders, anxiety, sex as a bribe, full-time dom lwj)

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13. hey Mojo and Mod L! I hope y'all aren't stressed n stuff. Know any fics where WWX becomes a God/ascends to Godhood after Sunshot Campaign, or something?? Like maybe because the Heavens were impressed with his feats etc etc @sentientcongee

Of Destruction and Rebirth by demoniqt (M, 77k, wangxian, slow burn, god wwx, bamf wwx, grieving lwj, angst, hurt/comfort, fix-it, happy ending, attempted non-con, blood & gore)

You still sound like a song by Moominmammashandbag (M, 62k, wangxian, WIP) river spirit wwx

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14. Hi mod L! For the I'm in a mood for, do you know any fic that has LXC realize on how unfair/harsh he was being on WWX? Where he finally has a realization that he was expecting too much from him from the start when he befriended LWJ.

Quite Funny by nirejseki (T, 2k, vicious NHS, suffering LXC, not quite the prompt but adjacent)

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15. hiiii mods!! (I mean for moderator[s]) A) have u find any fic of wangxian genderbend (wlw) any plots will do as long as it is wangxian lesbians!! & B) do you know any fic that wangxian r ex-lovers but got their happy endings? & C) last do you have fics that r super long yet so worth reading for? if not I need a lot of angst fics but not cheating fic please? Thank you very much!! Hope you have good day and not bothering you too much! @vdjjixian

15A)

Happy for Now by ScarlettStorm (E, 80k, wangxian, F/F, modern, pining, there was only one bed)

girl, anything I can do just to make you feel alright by Anonymous (E, 3k, wangxian, dom/sub undertones, praise kink)

What happens at craft night by rheawrites (E, 4k, WWX/WQ, kink discovery, shibari, undernegotiated kink, friends w/ benefits)

and its sequel Rope Bunny by Khashana (E, 2k, wangxian, kink negotiation, rope bondage, subspace)

Beautiful mess, a colourful wreck by covalentbonds (Not rated, 11k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, fluff & humor, mild smut, 3zun feels, childhood friends, first meetings, non-chronological)

so little time and i'm way off track by defractum (nyargles) (E, 25k, wangxian, modern w/ cultivation, case fic, amnesia, dub con, fuck or die)

the dinosaur artist by varnes (T, 12k, wangxian, bringing up baby au)

give me one good honest kiss by occultings (microcomets) (E, 25k, wangxian, practice kissing, college/university au, pining, angst w/ happy ending)

The Flower Blooms in Day and Night by TheRedFig (T, 46k, wangxian, period typical sexism, sexual harassment, pining, sexuality crisis, happy ending, TWs in chapters, WIP)

the way that all the pieces fit by tomatocake (T, 7k, wangxian, modern, high school au, aspec, fluff, sleepovers, first kiss)

shape of her by candygay (T, 1k, wangxian, sharing a bed, angst, touch-starved)

loose me from hard care by oceanofchaos (E, 9k, wangxian, historical, touch-starved, war prize WWX awarded to General LWJ)

I’ll See You In My Dreams by Xiao_Tuzi (E, 4k, wangxian, Rule 63 version of the Incense Burner cottagecore fantasy)

long winter, dance with me by gusu-emilu (T, 2k, wangxian, burial mounds settlement days, angst, kissing, cuddling, protectiveness)

in the crevices, in the hold by Anonymous (M, 4k, wangxian, dark LWJ, fairy tale elements, no cultivation au, yearning, sculptor LWJ, angst)

15B)

All that is solid melts into air by huxiyi (T, 18k, wangxian, breaking up & making up, angst w/ happy ending, commoner uprising brings down the Great Sects, art by @yin_yoru in ch4)

15C)

❤️Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, my bookmark)

💖love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)

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16. Hi people (Sorry, I know Mojo's pronouns, but not others') **My pronouns are they/them ^^ ~Mod L**! Hope you are doing great! :) I don't know if these kind of stories exist, but I'm looking for A) LXC&LZS uncle-nephew stories, could be modern, where we see a little more about their relationship. B) Established WangXian where YZY is a b*tch to WWX, but wants to keep a good image, so never does it in public, LWJ knows about this and is petty, and does something so everyone one knows how abusive she really is. Thank you!

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17. Hello, thank for all your hard work, I am absolutely amazed. I easily find JWY/LXC fics where Jiang Cheng is traumatised or otherwise vulnerable and finds comfort in the serene Lan Huan. Are there any fics where it's the opposite? JWY being very competent and LXC depending/relying on him to heal (preferably emotionally, but anything where he's the vulnerable one is fine). thank you guys ;)

A Bit of Ruthlessness by jirluvien (M, 110k, JC/LXC, post-canon, epistolary, angst, slow burn, courtship, asexuality)

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18. looking for time travel fics where specifically jin ling travels back in time?

Time Travel Compilation

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19. In a mood for a fix where jiang cheng isn't portrayed as an angry grape. A fic where he is put in his place, either critical or bashing fic hehe

💖Return to Sender by Thesaurus_with_no_words (M, 64k, wangxian, not JC friendly, WIP)

💖Trials of Time by Muggle_Diary (E, 32k, wangxian, not jiang friendly, time travel, butterfly effect)

💖bleed by justdoityoufucker (T, 5k, wangxian, time travel, sunshot campaign and post-ssc, families of choice)

❤️Symmetry by Vir_Abelasan (M, 13k, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, mind the tags just in case)

keeping score by hauntedotamatone (T, 6k, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, not JC friendly, the opposite of reconciliation, anger, protective wwx)

on restitution by glitteringmoonlight (M, 98k, LSZ & WWX, WWX & JL, wangxian, dark JC, not JC friendly, captivity, non-graphic torture, angst w/ happy ending)

'Yunmeng Siblings' Once by chiyukimei (T, 1k, wangxian, JC & WWX, not JC friendly, post-canon)

justdoityoufucker has a lot not JC friendly content

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20. In a mood for a fic that talks about lwj's beauty. Just him being pretty, and all majestic.

Bow Wow Wow by Chrononautical (G, 1k, wangxian, animal transformation, bravery, WWX has a fear of dogs, angst w/ happy ending, the context is a bit weird, because LWJ has been transformed into a dog.)

Welcome to Yiling by crossdressingdeath (T, 2k, wangxian, welcome to nightvale au)

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whodofthought · 3 years

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Your Touch

Summary: You were Alcina’s weakness. She could never hold herself back when it came to you, and you’re not complaining but there’s someone else who also demands your lovers attention.

Pairing: Lady Dimitrescu x Fem Reader

Warnings: S M U T 😌 and marijuana 🍃

Part Two

Your lover had been giving you the look all day. Since the moment you entered the kitchen in your new dress she couldn’t take her eyes off you. The dress wasn’t really new just one of the few dresses you actually had from home before you had decided to move to that god forsaken village. You had never worn it before because most modern things you have Alcina detest but when you had found the black dress it was a happy reminder of times before you left America. The dress was tight it hugged every curve of your body. The sides of the dress were merely just ties from a string leaving a lot of your skin exposed. You could see your dragon tattoo that wrapped around your right hip through the side not leaving much to the imagination. You had added to the look by wearing your hair down, your long dreads retwisted and beautifully decorated with silver jewelry, your lashes and make up done flawlessly. Your matching diamond necklace and bracelet adding a bit of bling but nothing outshone your huge diamond rock on your ring finger. Your wedding ring would never stop taking your breath away. You paired the outfit with heels that laced up your legs as well. You had done your nails last week so it just all went together. You looked good, this was your clubbing outfit back home and you couldn’t wait to show Alcina. When you had entered the dining hall with your phone in hand. Alcina had greeted you without even looking up from her paper.

“Good Morning Draga Mea.”

Alcina’s nose took a long sniff of the air.

“You smell Devine…”

Alcina’s sentence cut short as she looked up at you. You were serving in every form of the word but you played innocent as you continued towards the table. Your three daughter had even turned to you mouthes wide open in shock. You smiled at everyone shining your pearly whites as you crossed behind Alcina towards your chair beside her.

“Good Morning Everyone.”

Your voice was soft and happy as you took a seat. Leaning back in your chair you crossed your legs as you gave your family your full attention.

“How was everyone’s night?”

You asked knowing the girls rarely slept.

“G-good (Y/N).”

Bela stuttered as she took in your outfit once again. You nodded looking at the other two for an answer. Cassandra and Daniela just nodded in agreement. You hummed as you looked towards your lover who had yet to take her hungry eyes off you.

“How about you dear, sleep well?”

Alcina always stayed in bed with you throughout the night wether or not she slept you don’t know but she always says laying with you helps her feel rested regardless. Alcina didn’t respond as her eyes locked onto your side. Traveling up and down she realized there was no straps breaking the sight of skin. You were naked under this dress and she knows it. After a rather silent breakfast you smiled at your family before excusing yourself. You started making your way towards the indoor garden Alcina gave to you. You weren’t far into your walk when you heard the familiar click of your lovers heels.

“(Y/N).”

She called out and you paused turning your head to meet the golden eyes.

“Yes my love?”

You responded shining your smile at her. You were putting on all the moves for today. You loved seeing Alcina look at you this way. Her eyes were possessive as she bent down towards you. You met her with a kiss before she leaned towards your neck.

“You make me loose control of myself.”

You hummed with a smile having heard this many times. Alcina had made it clear when it came to you, the world itself couldn’t stand in her way.

“Yes, my love, I know. You make me loose control to.”

You rubbed your hand against her cheek admiring your wedding ring on your finger and your lovers beautiful face.

“I sometimes still think this is all a dream. Your love is to perfect.”

Alcina’s small laugh brought warmth to your heart.

“No my sweet this is not a dream, this is real and you are mine.”

You smiled and kissed her cheek before backing away causing her to raise her eyebrow.

“Now that much we can agree on.”

You said with a smile before turning back towards the direction you were head.

“I’m on my way to the garden. Do you want to come?”

Alcina scrunched her nose and shook her head.

“I don’t like the smell of those plants. They smell way better once you’ve dried them out.”

You hummed and nodded you didn’t know how the smell was for her with her heightened senses but you didn’t protest.

“Well then farewell my love.”

You said as you continued your walk. No matter how much Alcina wanted you, she knew your plants were on a strict schedule you had to maintain. You had honestly been surprised when Alcina said yes to letting you grow your own plants but you guess since you usually get horny while your high on the strains you liked to grow she doesn’t much complain. You had your medical card because of your long term depression and Alcina never once judged you. You walked in and got your water mixture ready while you talked to your girls about how good they were growing. You pruned and took care of them making sure all your lights and temperatures were good. You then made your way to one of the side rooms your had built in and burped your previous harvest which was starting to smell phenomenal. Once you were done for the day you told your girls you’d probably be back to check on them once more before heading out. You went up to the top of the east tower up to your smoking room. You spent a lot of your time up here. You had made it into a relaxing mini library where you could sit and read and not be bothered. Sometimes Alcina would join you up here and smoke on her pipe as well. You went up today with no intentions of reading. You wanted your wife’s attention today and you were gonna have it. Two blunts later you were up and ready for some midday action. You didn’t even bother searching for your wife knowing when you called out she’d come to you so you went straight to your bedroom and climbed into your seat by the fire. You picked up the book you were reading the day before to seem like you were atleast doing something else besides getting slick between your legs for your lover.

“Babe.”

You called out. The term of endearment was not her favorite yet she never complained when you addressed her by it. Before long you heard the familiar click of her heels coming down the hallway.

“I’m in here baby.”

You heard the click of the door being opened looking up as your wife bended through the door way. You admired her as she straightened back out to her full height.

“Yes inima mea.”

Your heart fluttered, you loved when she spoke in Romanian.

“I missed you baby.”

You say with an overly happy smile opening your arms indicating you want a hug. Alcina giggled and smiled at you before crossing the room her long legs had her by your side in a few steps before she bent down towards you. Alcina took a deep breath in as you wrapped your arms around her neck.

“Mmmmh hello wife.”

You shifted your position to better hold your lover and Alcina’s eyes dilated. The smirk that crossed her face as she looked at you again caused you to bust out in laughter.

“What is it baby?”

Alcina ran a finger up your thigh which cause goosebumps to rise on your body.

“I’ve wanted you all day.”

It was all you need to hear you crashed your lips against hers in a deep passionate kiss. Alcina easily scooped you up and walked you to the bed before placing you back down. Once she pulled back you quickly got to work unstrapping your heels and letting them slide off before unzipping your dress and wiggling out of it. Alcina was right, you were naked. You started to tie your hair up as you looked up at your lover her now bare skin and loose curls fell over her shoulders.

God she is fine.

You thought to yourself as you finish lazily tying your dreads up so they’d be out the way. You climbed back in bed eyeing the strap around her waist before laying back in the position she had you in. Alcina rubbed her fingers along your dragon tattoo as she looked at you.

“A shame you couldn’t see your other tattoo from your dress.”

You bit your lip in anticipation as you mentally made a note to get a dress that showed off your back. Alcina bent down putting her body up against yours careful not to crush you. You put your hands on her shoulders rubbing them down her back then using your nails scratching them back up. Alcina let out a deep moan, you knew she loved when you had your nails done. You placed your hand on the back of her neck bringing her down for and kiss and kiss you she did. Alcina was a drug, one that was way way to good. If she wanted you she knew exactly how to get you to beg for it. Even just this kiss. You kiss her all the time, but this kiss she is letting all her want for you to come out in one kiss and you can’t help but moan into it. You feel a burst of moisture between your legs as you grind your body into hers trying to get her impossibly closer. You run your nails up her back again a bit harder this time and she lets out a loud moan into your mouth. She pulls back from the kiss causing you to whimper.

“Fuck (Y/N).”

The word made you shiver and grind into her harder.

“How do you expect me to take it slow when you do things like that.”

You knew Alcina was trying to be loving she wanted to show you her emotions, but you needed her and you needed her right now. You pulled her back down and put your lips to her ear.

“I need you to fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked. I am so horny for you mommy, I need you.”

Alcina’s eyes went black, the pure predator in her coming out. She grabbed your arms from around her neck before flipped you onto your stomach with your ass in the air. This was her favorite position, the big tattoo on your lower back that read her name surrounded by blood red roses was her favorite thing to see. You were hers, her name permanently etched in your skin, your ring shining on your finger it fed her possessive heart. The moment you’d said you would of been willing to get her name tattooed if the opportunity showed itself she had called in the tattoo artist you said you liked all the time. Alcina was there for the whole tattoo glaring at the guy wishing he would go any higher or lower on your body just so she could strangle him. Alcina had surprised you by also getting your name tattooed on the inside of her left arm. No one would ever see the tattoo besides you but you didn’t mind every night when she draped her arm over you and pulled you close the tattoo was there for you to see. (Y/N) in blue surrounded black roses. Alcina put her hands on your hips as she lined herself up. You were soaking as you gripped the sheets with your hands. Your lover plunged into you cause you to moan loudly. You heard her mutter under her breath as she tried to hold herself together. She pulled out to the tip before slapping into you again and getting into a rhythm. The noises coming from you are downright dirty, your uncontrollable moans to the loud slick, wet sound coming from down below. Alcina’s thighs were getting soaked with your juices as you rocked back into her strokes. She was grunting ontop of you, thrusting into you hard. The bed was rocking and hitting the wall anyone near this hallway would know exactly what was happening in here but you didn’t care. This was for you and only you, no one could make you feel how Alcina made you feel and you feel sorry for all your previous partners.

“This pussy is all mine.”

You heard her growl and you couldn’t help but moan another wave of hot liquid running from your center. Taking that almost as permission Alcina’s pace picks up as she starts fucking you harder and faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You let out. You want to touch Alcina you want to hold her close but you know with the state she’s in you aren’t changing positions. You rock back against her thrust harder as well getting her impossibly deep. You felt a familiar tension building as you stop meeting her thrust. You put your hand back against her stomach to get her to stop but she just grabs your hand and holds it against your back.

“Don’t try and run from it now.”

You whimper as she pounds harder into you.

I’m gonna…

You don’t even get to finish your thought as she bends pounding into you again hitting the perfect spot. You squirt around the strap as she continues to pound you at an angle. Alcina let’s out a strong huff as your liquids come out. The sounds coming from your bottom are you now embarrassing, sounding more like she’s pounding into water your noises are echoing off the walls. You close your eyes stomach tying into familiar knots as she continues.

“Baby.”

You let out, it’s somewhere between a whimper and a moan but she hears your nonetheless.

“I’m about to cum.”

Alcina bends holding you by your hips and curling her top half down. She runs her fangs across your neck them having extended probably do to her extreme arousal.

“Don’t you dare.”

Alcina’s voice is deep and scratchy which turns you on even more. She immediately starts slamming you. Going faster and harder than before you do everything you can to hold back your orgasm, basically screaming at this point your moans are loud as she pounds you. Running one hand up your side she trails up your arm interlocking your fingers.

“You better not cum totul pentru mine.”

You squeezed her hand to balance yourself doing everything to hold back your release. Her super strength and stamina had proved to you before she would never slow down. Your sobs of pleasure mixing with the sound of the bed slamming the wall would make you think no one would be dumb enough to knock but sure enough your moans where interrupted by three loud bangs on the door. Alcina ignored it the first time continuing to rock into you but the second time the person knocked she paused causing a loud wine from you.

“What?”

She roared out with anger clearly dripping from her lips.

“Mother Miranda is on the line.”

Y’all’s eldest daughter Bela answered from the other side of the door.

“Tell her I’m busy with an important matter.”

She said before looking down at you, as she went to slide out again Bela responded.

“I did an hour ago now she’s demanding your audience on the phone.”

Alcina faltered before letting out a very angry grunt. Fully pulling out she backs up off you causing you to let out a very needy very angry whine.

“I’m sorry dove.”

You let out a huff and glare her direction. You slide and get out of the bed standing on shaky legs you angrily storm into the restroom and lock the door. When you come out of the restroom after cleaning your self up Alcina’s gone you let out an angry huff before sitting infront of her vanity and taking off your lashes and makeup. Once you were done you rubbed face oils into your face. You walked into the closet throwing on a pair of sweatpants and one of your old t-shirts, you slipped on your slides and went up to your tower. Locking the door behind you, you grabbed a book and a lighter before sitting down to try and enjoy the rest of your night. It is hours before you hear your door handle wiggle. You listen to hear if it is one of the maids and scowl when you hear Alcina huff on the other side of the door. Before you even allow her to speak you yell out

“Go away Alcina.”

You only referred to her as her name when you were very angry. You only hear a slight scoff as she breaks the handle and enters anyway before closing the door back. You roll your eyes at her looking back at your book not interested in talking to her.

“Try not to act like such a child dear, it’s unattractive.”

You laugh coldly as you put out what you had been smoking. You stand marking your page before setting your book on the small coffee table in the middle of the room.

“Goodnight Alcina.”

You said as you went to make your way past her. She grabbed your arm turning you to face her as she bent down.

“I’m sorry Mother Miranda was rather sour today.”

You only laugh coldly again in response.

“Of course Mother Miranda’s sour mood is distressing you. Next time you need a little release perhaps Mother Miranda can help you with that to.”

You say coldly before snatching your arm out of your wife’s hand and leaving the room.

The nerve of her to come and mention Mother Miranda to me.

You went straight to your shared bedroom and crawled into your side of the bed. The sun had set but you knew it couldn’t be that late into the night. This was earlier than you usually retired but you were upset and at least if you were asleep Alcina wouldn’t bother you. You don’t know how long you had been asleep but the click of your door being opened brought you to your senses. The familiar smell of Alcina had you closing your eyes again not even giving it a second thought. At the relax of your heartbeat Alcina must of assumed you went back to sleep. You heard a defeated sigh escape her lips as she shuffled more than likely stripping for bed. You felt her side of the bed dip as she crawled under the covers it didn’t take long for you to feel one of her big hands reach to pull you close to her. She made a displeased noise when she felt clothes covering you body but pulled you flush against her nonetheless. Having slept since your anger you weren’t really mad anymore maybe because in this sleepy state you didn’t really remember being mad you just wanted your wife close to you. You cuddled back into letting out a content sigh subconsciously rubbing your name on her arm.

“Soție.”

Alcina spoke softly and you hummed in response already close to sleep again.

“I’m sorry I was inconsiderate of your feelings earlier. I was in a bad mood because I was taken from you I didn’t consider you also being in a bad mood because I left.”

You only hummed in response wanting to sleep. Lips on your neck caused your eyes to shoot open as a devilish hand pushed your sweats off your body.

“Here my love let me make it up to you.”

You trembled as she lifted your leg opening you wide open. She held your leg up and wrapped her arm around your middle holding you close with her other hand she began rubbing your clit all the while sucking on your neck leaving marks. You moan loudly the position was highly intimate and you loved it. You put your arm over the arm holding your center never wanting it to leave. Experienced fingers danced between your lips before diving into your wet folds you let out a gasp as you gripped Alcina’s arm.

“Te iubesc atat de mult draga mea.”

“I love you too Hon’.”

Alcina shot you a huge white smile loving when you called her that. Your accent shining through in moments like that.

“Baby.”

You panted out grabbing her attention.

“Yes my beloved.”

“Kiss me.”

Alcina smiled before sweetly placing her lips on yours. Adding a third finger as she simultaneously worked your mouth you moan loudly into her.

“I just can’t control myself, I’m addicted to you.”

Alcina panted into your mouth before kissing you deeply again. You smiled happily into the kiss letting her devour you. Your breathing started growing harder as knots grew in your stomach it didn’t take you long after the state she had left you in earlier to get built back up.

“Cum for me dear. Show me how good I make you feel.”

You didn’t hesitate. Your back arched away from your lover as your eyes rolled back your orgasm taking over your body hard. Your lover continued to pump into you as you road it out and as you started to come down you felt her fangs sink into your neck. You panted hard before cumming again at the sensation of her feeding on you. Alcina moaned at the taste of your blood drinking you down before pulling her fingers out releasing your neck and sucking on her fingers.

“You taste heavenly.”

You heard her purr before she licked at the would on your neck.

“I love you so much Alcina.”

You happily sighed reaching for her face and bringing her head to lay on your chest.

“And I you (Y/N).”

You ran your fingers through her hair for a while before snuggling in and going to sleep.

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Cuddle Bug

Fandom: Resident Evil 8: Village

Pairing: Cassandra Dimitrescu x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Rating: G/T

Summary: Despite what Cassandra Dimitrescu may say or do, you know that she is not above snuggling in bed with you.

Notes: Honestly, I wrote this because I wanted to have the title “Cuddle Bug” and relate it to one of the Dimitrescu sisters. I also love the thought of the tough and sadistic Cassandra getting all soft and whiny because she wants a hug from her beloved. I think everyone (who wants it) deserves a good hug, you know? So this is that :P Also I know that technically all the staff in Castle Dimitrescu were women, but you know what, Maggie said everyone is welcome inside therefore reader is still gender neutral (and also as long as you’re willing to make yourself useful, who are they to turn down the help, right?)

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House Dimitrescu.

Their family name alone striked terror in the hearts of many, especially those who knew the stories. Of maidens going missing. How their screams could be heard in the castle dungeon, never to be seen or heard from again. But if they were – they never came back the same.

The reputation they upheld was of fear and respect. No one dared to deny these women what they wanted, lest they suffer the consequences.

At least, that was what Cassandra told you, glaring at the back of your head as you went about your work.

“What do you mean you’re busy?” You could practically hear the pout in her voice.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Miss Cassandra, but I do have duties around the castle that I really need to attend to ‘lest I suffer the consequences’ of your mother’s wrath.”

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and planting herself back onto the couch. “Ugh, but what’s one hour? Come on, Y/N, can’t you indulge me for just one hour?”

You turned to look at her, an eyebrow raised, “One hour is still an hour too long not spent doing what I need to do. And besides, I know that when it comes to you, one hour is not just one hour.” It’d be more like three hours, at least.

“Not just one hour,” she muttered under her breath mockingly, almost unaware that she was technically making fun of herself in that regard. It was funny seeing her like this, acting quite childishly when she didn’t get her way.

You knew better than anyone the reputation Cassandra had not just as a member of the Dimitrescu family to outsiders, but also to her own family. She was the ruthless hunter, calculating and cunning. She may not be the fastest or the strongest, but she knew how to take down prey like she was born to do it, with efficiency and wit. She treasured her weapons for this reason and consistently honed her skills so that she could do her mother proud.

Not only that, but she was considered the least forgiving of the staff’s mistakes (second only to Lady Dimitrescu). She had zero tolerance for fooling around, and if she caught anyone making even the smallest slight against them, she would have their head on a silver platter in a second, ready to serve it to the lady of the castle.

She didn’t like showing her favoritism toward you where others could see, despite your relationship being an open secret at this point, because of that reputation. In everyone’s eyes, she had to have that same tough exterior, to show no mercy, and to never let her guard down – everything that the Cassandra Dimitrescu was known for.

But at the end of the day, when those same eyes that watched her every move retired for the night, she would seek you out – then she would show another side to her.

The one that wanted to be kept warm and held under dim candle light. Who wanted her hair played with while her beloved talked about their day, soothed by the sound of your voice. Who wanted to rest her head on your chest and feel your heartbeat against her cheek, and the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you eventually drifted off to sleep.

And the brat. She was quite the brat. She wanted to have her way the moment she would ask, and when she didn’t – oh, she would get it no matter what. You would say she rivaled her sister Daniela in that regard, and it often got them in trouble.

You were part of the lucky few allowed to see those other sides of her, when she could let the mask slip and just be herself. Not as the second daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu, not as the best hunter of the clan – just as herself. As Cassandra.

You loved all of her, like she did you. But you will spare yourself from Lady Dimitrescu’s scolding and punishment if you could help it.

She seemed rather determined to ignore you when you stopped replying, already faced the other way as she sunk deeper onto the cushions. You just knew she was still pouting about it though, and with a fond roll of your eyes, you walked in front of her.

“Cass, after I do my chores, I promise we can have our alone time together, okay?” you said, smiling softly.

When she finally decided to give you her attention, eyebrows still furrowed and lips pursed, you could pinpoint the exact second her resolve melted away as she mirrored your expression. A dramatically exasperated sigh escaped her, leaning back. “Fine… Same time as usual?”

“Of course.”

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Night had fallen, and the only light in your small quarters came from the moonlight spilling in through the window high above the wall. You were just about to light a candle on your nightstand when a gentle knock came on the door.

It came as no surprise to see a familiar brunette on the other side of it, her golden eyes glowing in the dark. You silently invited her in, closing the door behind her. She was uncharacteristically quiet then, for such a time that the hiss of the match being lit aflame was the only sound heard for a long while. The mix of warm yellow light and the cool blue light outlining her features made her look so soft, especially seeing her without her hood and cloak on.

“You’re not mad at me for earlier, right?” she muttered, eyes cast down and wringing her hands together.

“Not at all, Cass. I kinda like how needy you are,” you joked, gently taking one of her hands and encasing it on yours. You can see how she was comforted by the warmth of your touch, contrasting with her cold skin.

“I’m not needy,” she defended, stepping closer. She wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you against her and melting into you. “I just like being near you. And being with you. That’s all.”

You turned your face into her neck and breathed in her scent, a mix of roses and copper, and hugged her even closer. “I do too.”

“You know you’re my favorite, right?”

You chuckled softly against her, and you swore she shivered just a little when you did. “I know. You’re mine too.”

“Good. I better be.”

You pulled away for a while to face her, and she whined at the loss of contact. “Bed?”

She rested her forehead against yours and nodded, and before you knew it, the both of you were under the covers on the tiny mattress. She was huddled close to you – her head on your chest, an arm over your waist, and leg slung over both of yours in a position you were very familiar with. If you didn’t stop her, she would have laid herself completely on top of you. Not that you would’ve minded.

“Anything exciting happen today?” she asked, shifting to look up at you, her face just inches from yours.

“Not much really. We were told that Lady Beneviento was going to be visiting in a few days, so it was just a reminder from Lady Dimitrescu on what to expect and how to behave. Especially around Miss Angie.”

She giggled, “Do you really receive sermons about how to behave around the doll?”

“More like how not to behave around her. It’s about the same set of warnings we receive when we interact with Miss Daniela.”

“Well sometimes it is hard to tell the difference between the two.”

It was your turn to giggle, “I’m inclined to agree.”

Cassandra nuzzled deeper into your embrace, pulling the blanket over her shoulder. She seemed pensive all of a sudden, too much going through her mind as she grew quiet. You turned and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, which made her rub her cheek against your shoulder as she pulled you in tighter.

“What’s on your mind, Cass?”

She shook her head, “Nothing. I just… wish we could always be like this. Together. Warm. Safe.”

The thought brought a smile to your face. “We could be, but–”

“Yes yes, Mother would have your head or something, whatever,” she harrumphed, “Indulge me once in a while, will you?”

You raised an eyebrow, “Once in a while? Need I remind you how often you come down to stay here with me at night?”

“As if you would ever deny me.”

You pecked her softly on the tip of her nose, “Never.”

You could see the faint glow of pink on her cheeks, a silent moment passing before she resumed her position on you. “The cuddling is nice, of course, but I meant being with you in general. Just you. Forever.”

The way she was admitting this to you made your chest all tingly, filled with the same butterflies as when you first realized you were in love with the Dimitrescu. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling too widely and giggling. When did you turn into such a sap? You could probably ask the same of her.

“Forever’s a long time, Cass. You think I could last that long?”

“I’ll make you last that long,” she answered rather quickly, like she didn’t want to dwell on the thought of not having you around.

“That almost sounds like a threat," you huffed out a laugh.

“More like… a promise," she murmured, though she sounded more serious than you did.

For all the softness that you could invoke from one Cassandra Dimitrescu, this was probably the closest thing you would ever hear to an admission of love from her.

You’ll take it.

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #dimitrescu daughters #dimitrescu sisters #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #if you saw this accidentally posted earlier no you didnt HAHAHA #but yeah y'all are getting double uploads today woot woot #i just didnt mean to post it hours before i meant to #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil #re8

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