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lazyjellyfish300 · 5 months

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Fem Reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber Driver

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Synopsis- in an AU where fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...with a twist on the og Miguel O'Hara comic. Word Count 4.5k

Pt 2, Pt 3 1, Pt 3 2 , Pt 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9

T/W: 18+ only, minors DNI, alcohol, drunkeness, mature language, implied masturbation, some sexual content/fantasizing, some self-deprecating language (reader is insecure), age gap (reader 26, Miguel 34)

This is my first EVER fan fiction piece! If you have a crush on Miguel O'Hara from Across the Spider Verse, this is for you...

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"Next song is for all the bad bitches in here tonight, let's make some noise." As soon as the song starts you recognize that it's Agora Hills and a switch goes off in your brain as you yank your friend, Hailey by the arm to the dance floor while she struggles to get the last sip of tequila sunrise down the hatch as the ice cubes attack her face.

It was a Saturday night, now very early Sunday morning in mid-November. You and your two friends are in a slightly seedy club in Brooklyn. Right now, all three of you are trying to escape the first-world problems of modern day society, and common issues that would plague late-twenty year old adults like stagnant jobs, anxiety-inducing texts from distant family members about plans for the holidays, and a casual fling that started to sour about 3 days ago.

Right now, all you want to do is dance to this song. And go home for some relief because the tequila is making you horny and your situationship hasn't texted you back for going on 16 hours now.

You and Hailey giggle as you both throw your heads back in bliss to the music, holding each other's pinkies as you try and awkwardly spin on the dance floor.

"Wait!" Hailey calls out and stutters as she lets go of you and tries to squeeze through a sea of musk, 5- Gum, and Bath and Body Works perfume back towards your other friend, Brin, who's still at the bar.

"Fuckkk. Whatever girl." You drunkenly roll your eyes and close them again, throwing your arms in the air, moving to the beat. The song is making you feel even more electrified than before. You toss your head back and move your hands from your shoulders, to your chest, down to your thighs. It's one of those moments where you feel dangerous.

God I love being a woman! You picture going home with a stranger. A tall man's lips crashing down on yours in your dark bedroom in drunken passion, falling backwards onto your bed. You picture yourself pulling your clothes off slowly while his hungry eyes scan your curves…

Your fantasy is interrupted when you feel a clammy hand touch your hip, just below where your see-through top ends. Your eyes shoot what you hope is an annoyed look at the offender. A brown haired guy in a white t-shirt with a flannel who looks like his name is Tanner, smirks at you as he moves past you, but not before letting his eyes dart to your cleavage line under your black bralette. You groan and move the other direction and realize Hailey and Brin are nowhere to be found. Your drunkeness wears off for one second as you slowly jerk around, trying to make your way towards the bar.

A tall brunette with a half sleeve tattoo, glasses, and her straight brown hair in a claw clip is counting her drawer.

"H-have you seen my friends?" you ask her stupidly. The tall brunette looks at you, her small sticker name tag on her baseball tee shirt reads "Reagan."

"I can't hear you, hunny." Reagan has seen this a million times. "Last call just ended. Do you have a ride home? I said, do you have a ride HOME?"

Reagan leans over the bar, holding onto your wrist. Her breath smells good at least.

"Okay look, can you hand me your phone please? Let me help you order an Uber." You blow air out of your lips like a horse and sloppily hand her your phone. "Enter your passcode, please."

You type in your passcode and watch the glint from your phone reflect on her glasses as she orders an Uber for you. Luckily, your address is already saved to the app. "Okay, sweetheart, wait here with me. Miguel is coming for you in 4 minutes." She hands you back your phone and credit card. "Sign here please."

Fuck, did I transfer that 200 from my savings before I got here? You think as you sign the receipt she hands you. The total is $58.75. You scrape the tiny excuse for a pocket inside your skirt and hand Reagan a crumpled up 20 as a tip. Reagan takes it, eyes widen a little bit at the sight of the 20.

Did she mean to give me this much?... Fuck it. She gives you a small, concerned grin.

"Thanks... let me get you some water."

You nod and slump your head forward on the sticky bar.

Suddenly Reagan is shaking your shoulder.

"Hey! Your ride's here!"

You realize you might have fallen asleep temporarily. The room is still moving like you're trying to balance on a waterbed. She places a styrofoam to-go cup in your hand filled with ice water as she grips your left arm.

"Here, just take off your shoes, hunny." She bends over and pulls off your clunky heels and holds them in her free hand. You feel like you're 4 years old. You feel tears well up at the sudden kindness.

"Okay hunny it's okay, come on now." She pulls you outside and to the curb where a black Audi is waiting. The cold air assaults your bare legs and your teeth start to chatter. The driver recognizes his passenger is quite inebriated and gets out, walking towards the struggling pair.

You feel your bedroom eyes creep up when you see him. Oh no, he's hotttt!

You curse in your head silently for not checking your reflection before he got there. You're sure you're a hot mess though.

He's tall, huge, even. Definitely way over six feet. Dark tousled hair with dreamy brown eyes underneath sculpted brows are locked on you as he gets closer. You instinctually run a hand through your hair, trying to make it look more voluminous. Probably a lost cause at this point.

He's wearing black joggers with some worn Nikes. His black hoodie is baggy but you have a very good imagination. It covers a set of broad, wide shoulders and what you're sure are bold chest muscles underneath that lead to a delicious pair of V lines and an endearing happy trail of hair running down his belly button that lead directly to his-

"Can I carry something for you?" His rich voice pulls you out of your indecent thoughts for one second then sends you right back there again.

"Um, yes can you get her shoes please?" You hear Reagan's voice go up an octave.

Girlll me too. You think to yourself.

Miguel takes your heels in a pair of strong, large hands. As he does, he tugs his sleeve and checks a black Apple watch, veins running up a thick forearm. Called it. This guy was jacked. Probably a gym bro. Definitely has a girlfriend. You feel yourself get sucked back into reality. You were probably a 7/10 at best. And right now, probably a strong 4 after your shenanigans tonight.

Miguel opens the back door, allowing Reagan to tuck you in.

"Get home safe hunny," she says.

"Thank youuuu," you slur back to her as you sit, disheveled with your sippy cup of ice water in the backseat opposite of the driver's in front. Miguel gets in the driver's seat, the scent of Old Spice seeps in.

He smells good too?! You feel yourself wanting to sin. He sits in the front seat for a few moments in silence, fiddling with his phone.

"2949 Ocean Parkway?" he asks in his mesmerizing voice.

"Yeah, that's right." You feel yourself perk up. You're starting to sober up slightly but you still have enough liquid courage left to start asking him a lot more questions than you normally would.

"Your name's Miguel?"

"Yes," he answers. "Did you have a good night tonight?"

"I did! It was supposed to be girl's night, I'm not sure what happened to them, though."

"Your friends left you?" His dark eyes glance in the rearview mirror at you.

Sighhh "Yeah, I guess they did."

"You need better friends." One of his hands comes up and grips the shoulder of the passenger seat as he sits up and looks over his shoulder, his eyes meet yours for just a moment, then focus on the back window as he pulls out of the parallel parking spot. You can't help but stare at his chiseled jawline and his neck, imagining yourself planting a line of kisses on it while he groans and grits his teeth...

"You know what sounds amazing right now?" You ask in a flirty tone, interrupting your own dirty thoughts.

He cracked a small smile. "What's that?"

"Taco bellllll." You rest your cheek on the shoulder passengers seat, looking at him.

He glances at you, then keeps looking ahead as he drives.

"Well, if you want to update the route I'd be happy to stop anywhere you want."

You laugh.

"I don't know how to do thattt." The car comes up to a red light.

"Here, want help?" Miguel looks over at you as you hand him your phone which has the app still opened, courtesy of Reagan helping you from before. Miguel quickly types, his eyes going from the traffic light to your phone as he tries to enter the new address for the closest Taco Bell.

"Got it," he hands you back your phone, another whiff of his cologne coming off the fabric of his hoodie as he moves his arm back to rest on the center console while he drives with his left hand.

You glance down at your phone and then back at him, still leaning forward with your cheek pressed against the back of the passenger seat.

Unbeknownst to you, Miguel was curious about his new passenger, probably the last ride he'll do tonight. He didn't get a good look at you when the bartender was putting you in his car. He glanced over at you again when he thought you weren't looking, but quickly moved his eyes back to the road when he saw you were staring at him already with your cheek pressed against the passenger seat.

"You tired?"

"Kind of," you fake a small yawn while still holding your position.

Miguel laughed. He thought that was kind of amusing, how you were clearly faking being tired and shamelessly staring at him while he drove. He knew he was a good looking guy. Once you got into his car, he felt like he needed to take care of you and make sure you got home safe since your shitty friends wouldn't.

Your eyes wander to the space between his chest and the steering wheel, trying to imagine yourself in it, his strong arms wrapped around you as your hot, frantic, breaths fogged the windows as your bodies pressed together...

"So, y/n , right?" He asks.

Fuuuuck he said my name...

"Yeah..how did you know?! Oh right, the app, the app..."

Miguel smiles.

"So, Miguel, how is it being an Uber driver?" you ask. Feeling brave, you touch his elbow resting on the center console. Miguel's fist clenches tighter around the steering wheel at your touch.

"It's...not bad. It's been pretty busy tonight, actually. I went to the gym earlier then just have been taking a few folks like yourself around town who were going out as well. "

"That's nice. You know, we're gonna be best friends by the end of this drive," you grin, taking another sip of ice water.

"Really?" Miguel smirks. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Your heart flutters at this question. Why is he asking me that?!

"Uhm, no.. I was talking to a guy but I think he ghosted me."

"Heh, I'm sorry to hear that." Miguel replied, not sorry at all.

"Do girls ghost you? Or-uh, I mean- do you, do you have a girlfriend?" you manage to spit out.

Miguel smiles at your stutters.

"Nah, I'm single. I do have a daughter though."

Your smile disappears for a moment. A daughter? "Awhhh, what's her name? How old is she?"

"Her name's Gabriella. She's 6."

"That's sweet...." Miguel's handsomeness mixed with the liquor is enough to cause all rational thinking to exit your brain. I could be a step-mom, easy! I love kids, what the hell?

"So, how old are you?" You ask.

Miguel chuckles. "Isn't it rude to ask a stranger's age?" He glances over at you and the corner of his mouth raises at your slightly mortified expression. "I'm just messing with you- I'm 34."

"Dang, I'm 26," you answer as you look out the window.

"You're still pretty young," Miguel remarks as he turns down a new street.

"I definitely don't feel that way," you answer as you slump in your seat. You decide to check your email. Once you open it, a message that you don't want to see is at the very top. It's a random Yahoo email address you don't recognize which means only one thing: your asshole, estranged dad. You click on it quickly to clear the bold lettering indicating it's unread, and catch a quick glimpse of its contents which is a novel with no spacing. You quickly delete it with a loud sigh.

"Everything okay?" Miguel asks.

"Just my dad. Somehow he made another email address and tried to contact me again. It's a long story though we don't have to get into it..." your voice cracks slightly.

The skin around Miguel's eyes softens when you mention your tense relationship with your father. He himself knew that pain as well. His father, George O'Hara, wasn't a model parent, either.

"I'm sorry you're going through that," Miguel says emphatically. "I don't have the best relationship with my dad, either."

Once you hear this, the last bit of liquid courage in your system inspires you to spill the tea.

"He and my mom are divorced, and, well he's just a narcissist, right? Growing up, I didn't see it, but his whole family is full of them. My grandma never wanted him to marry my mom and so ever since their wedding day, she treated her like shit and when I came along, it was no different. I used to wonder why at Christmases she got bigger presents for the other grandkids and ask why she didn't show up for my birthday parties. My dad never did anything about it and always took their side. I finally realized it when I was about 16 when they divorced, and that's when I said fuck it. If you're not gonna stick up for my mom or me, I don't really want anything to do with you or your family."

Miguel nodded, just listening to you speak, glancing at you in the rearview mirror so you knew he was paying attention.

"Wow, I must say, that sounds horrible. Good on you for sticking up for yourself and your mother. As a parent myself, I can't ever imagine treating my own child or their family that way..."

You sigh.

"Yeah, shit's fucked. But there's nothing I can do about it, you know? I just don't have the strength to talk to him right now. But he never fails to try to reach out about this time every year. Since it's the holidays."

The car arrives at another red light. This time, Miguel turns around to face you while you're stopped, his eyes directly looking into yours.

"Don't feel guilty for doing what's best for you. No matter how hard it is. I know that most people think that family is everything, but, truth is sometimes they can hurt you the most." Miguel then turns back to the wheel.

You feel a flutter in your stomach as though an invisible spark appeared. You were strongly physically attracted to your handsome Uber driver, no doubt about it, but after hearing him speak, you realize there's more behind his captivating features. You feel the very beginning of a connection starting to form and suddenly you wish you had all night to talk to him. Miguel felt the same way, too. In fact, he was going 5 miles under the speed limit and riding the slow lane to try and prolong the encounter. Luckily, you were still too tipsy to notice.

"Well, this should cheer you up..." Miguel pulls the car into the Taco Bell parking lot. You groan internally when you realize you're going to have to go inside. You step out of the car, the cold air assaulting your bare skin again. Miguel notices you shivering.

"Here." Without hesitation, he peels off his hoodie and hands it to you. You want to die as soon as you put it on, and once you see him standing there without it on. He's even more toned than you realize. He's wearing a grey athletic shirt that hugs his broad shoulders just right, his defined chest and ab muscles tapering off into a narrow waist. His hoodie is still warm and smells intoxicating. You feel your hormones going crazy when you bring the collar of the hoodie to your mouth and nose, shamelessly getting drunk on the scent he left behind...

You do a mini sprint to catch up to him as he's already making his way towards the restaurant.

Miguel looks at you from the corner of his eye and his heart skips a beat. He adores the way his oversized clothes drown you. The hoodie is big enough to be a dress on you. He imagines this would be how you two would look together getting a bite to eat, only after making you scream his name 30 minutes before....

You and Miguel enter the Taco Bell and he gives an awkward grin as he holds the door open for you.

"Why don't you sit down or use the restroom if you need, let me order for you," Miguel says.

Your heart melts, but you decide you better seem modest with your order.

"Umm just a gordita crunch, small Baja blast, and a 2 pack of Cinnabon delights please."

Miguel smiles. "You got it." Suddenly, he feels close to you. You trusting him to order food for you and take you home after a rough night out while letting you wear his clothes.

While you go into the bathroom, he approaches the counter.

"Hello, I need two gordita crunches, a large Baja Blast, and a 12 pack of Cinnabon delights, please" He takes out his card and pays for the food without a second thought.

Meanwhile, you come out of the bathroom after cleaning up a bit, still wrapped in his warm hug of a hoodie and wait near the door. Miguel strolls over with your food and grins at you.

"Are you ready to go?" You nod and grin back and you two make your way back to his car. Suddenly, you realize.

"Do you have Venmo? Let me know how much I owe you."

"Absolutely not." Miguel answers firmly. "Here, why don't you sit up front this time?" He opens the passenger door for you. You beam at him.

Is this real? Is this guy really doing all this for me and I just met him? You've never had a man treat you this well. Not even your last relationship could be bothered to hold a door open for you or pull out a chair. You get in and Miguel hands you your bag of food, the delicious aroma making your stomach growl. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion when you realize there's a lot more food in the bag than you told him to order originally. Miguel gets in the car and starts to drive again.

"Did, did you order extra food for me?" You laugh as you turn to him. Miguel gives you a small half smile but says nothing. You take a bite of the gordita crunch and let out a loud, "Mmmmmmm!" Just what you've been craving all night.

"Thank you, thank you so much you have no idea..." Your sentence tapers off as you stuff one of the piping hot Cinnabons into your mouth.

"You're very welcome." Miguel answers as you arrive at another red light. You realize Miguel didn't get himself anything.

"Do you want a Cinnabon bite?" You hold the box and give it a little shake.

Miguel offers a polite smile. "No thanks, those are all for you."

"Whaat, you can't turn down one of these. Have you even had these before?" You say playfully.

He chuckles at your playful tone. "I haven't, actually. But I trust your judgement."

"Come onnn...it's the LEAST I can do after everything you've done for me tonight. You're seriously gonna make me feel SO bad if you don't take at LEAST one." You give the box a couple shakes as if it's going to entice him more.

Miguel sighs. "Alright, you got me. I'll try one."

You smile wide as he takes one of the Cinnabon bites from the box you're holding in an outstretched hand. Your smile almost breaks your face as you see his reaction to his first bite.

"Jesus.." he mutters as his brows furrow in disbelief. He looks down at the remaining bite in his fingers as though he can't comprehend its existence. "That's spectacular, actually."

"Have another one!" You beam.

"Don't mind if I do." Miguel pops another one in his mouth and he brakes again at another red light.

He glances over at you and notices a little bit of taco sauce on the corner of your lip. "You got something..."

Suddenly, your heart stops as he raises his hand to your face, cupping your cheek between his thumb and pointer finger, while his middle finger cradles your chin. His lips part in concentration as he gently presses his thumb against the corner of your mouth, retrieving the smudge of taco sauce. Your mouth falls open a little bit too. He gives you a little smile as he brings his thumb to his own mouth, cleaning the sauce from his finger.

That might have been the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life. At this point, all you want to do is grab his face and make out with it. Traffic be damned, your runny mascara be damned, your deflated hair be damned, you don't care anymore about any of that. He could ask you to do anything and you'd give it to him without hesitation.

Miguel is thinking the same thing. He did that on purpose. If it wasn't anymore obvious he wanted you right now then he wasn't sure what was. His gaze falls back to your lips. He suddenly realizes you've begun to lean in closer to him. Your noses are inches away from each other. God, he wanted you. To lick passionately into your mouth with his tongue. Being able to hold you and grip your ass as though he was a starved man who couldn't get closer to you even if he tried. Watching your brow furrow with pleasure, hearing your voice and watching your breath fog his windows and the heat rising in his body knowing he was the cause...

Reality busts in like the Kool-Aid man.

She was drinking tonight. You just met her. She's your passenger. Technically, you're still working right now...No, it's not right...

Miguel pulls away suddenly, and, as if the universe has his back, the traffic light turns green and he presses the gas, driving once more. Your breath catches in your throat and your heart starts to pound again.

Doesn't he like me? What happened....? What did I do....? Did I misread the signs? I wanna hide in my room for the rest of my fucking life now.

You clear your throat and take a long sip of Baja Blast. The uncomfortable silence and tension becomes a thick fog. You recognize your apartment building coming into view and your heart sinks.

"Home sweet home..." Miguel pulls into the parking lot. "Is here a good place to drop you off?"

"Yeah..." You try to make your tone sound like it's back to business. Miguel nods and grips the steering wheel with both fists in the 12 o' clock position as he watches you gather your things.

Ask for her number, you fucking pussy... Truth is, when it came to matters of the heart, Miguel's heart was glass.

"Thank you for the ride and the food, and, and just everything..." you step out of his car, defeated. You really didn't want to be the one to make the first move. If he really wanted to he would...

Miguel looks back at you with a neutral expression.

"Of course. You have a safe night, now." He starts to pull away.

"Miguel!" You realize you're still wearing his hoodie and you go to take it off.

He looks at you through the rolled down window, still driving away and shoots you a gorgeous smile and shakes his head at you in refusal, giving you one last wink that nearly knocks you over.

You sigh with frustration and watch his car disappear into the night, trying to memorize his license plate but your brain is hazy and the numbers on it escape your mind as soon as they enter. Your heart leaps in your chest when you realize you might be able to contact him through the Uber app...

No no, you let him talk to you first. Did your last situationship teach you nothing, you dumb hoe?! Don't be that desperate girl...

You wrap the droopy arms of his hoodie around yourself as you walk up the stairs and take a deep sniff...burying yourself in his scent so you never ever forget it. Even if he didn't want to spend the night holding you, you could go to bed with a huge smile on your face knowing you walked away with a piece of his clothing, the essence of what he left behind wrapped around your body all night long. An intangible connection that bound you two together...

Miguel sighed as he drove away. He just didn't have the bravery tonight. He didn't want to come across as creepy. The reality is, you were a slightly intoxicated stranger, a vulnerable woman younger than him, and he didn't want to abuse his power over you in that way. He looked at the empty passenger seat next to him and laid one of his hands on it, feeling the warmth you left behind. Trying to remember the way your thighs pillowed on it...the way your soft lips opened in shock when he wiped the sauce from your mouth, the small line of saliva from you that he caught on his thumb and licked into his own mouth..

He inhaled deeply, his jaw tensing and speed on the road increasing as he felt his body getting hot... He tried to lock your perfume in his nose for as long as he could, imagining himself inhaling it directly from your soft neck... holding onto the remainder of your presence, just...just until he could get home and relieve himself of his dire wants...

You, the perfect stranger who found herself in the passenger seat of his car tonight, and unknowingly wound up in the back of his mind for good...

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Hope you liked it! Thank you SO much for reading. ❤️ Part 2 is coming soon!

Pt 2

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moonstruckme · 4 months

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Hey lovely! I read you’re response the ask about sirius helping an exhausted reader and let me tell you I was giggling and kicking my feet the entirety of my reading (and re-reading and re-re-reading) you did an impeccable job!! I was thinking as I was reading your doctor!remus fics and couldn’t get the thought of athlete reader with either poly!marauders or whichever of your choosing helping reader with back pain/achey muscles. I weight lift competitively and slowly throughout the season I’ve acquired a myriad of aches and pains but the worst is my back and the thought of coming home after comp or practice to one or multiple of the marauders ready with a back rub and icy-hot makes it bearable 😭 you’re an amazing writer and i appreciate you bunches n bunches <33333

Thanks gorgeous <33

modern au

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 480 words

You can’t help but think, as the old door to your flat creaks loudly open, that it sounds how you feel.

You would never know you’ve just finished working on your fitness, with the way you walk inside shoulders slumped and back aching. You feel about three times your age. It’s ridiculous.

“Hi,” James calls from down the hall.

“Hey,” you shout back, and his footsteps begin coming towards you as you waver in the space between the kitchen and the living room. You really should start dinner, but what you’d like to do is lie down for the next two to three business days.

“Oh.” James appears with a towel around his waist, curls wet and weighty against his forehead. “Not you too.”

You roll your shoulders, hoping fruitlessly that the motion will ease out some of the pain resting between them. It doesn’t. “Yup. What’s plaguing you?”

“Leg. Your back again?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. You sit on the couch, grabbing the icy hot from its now permanent spot on your coffee table and patting the spot beside you. “Here, let me help you with it.”

“No way.” James sits, but takes the icy hot from you. “You first.”

“You’ve been dealing with it longer,” you argue. You know his practice ended almost an hour ago.

“I can tell yours is worse.” He nudges your shoulder gently. “Lay down, angel.”

You can’t muster the energy to protest longer, and truly nothing sounds more appealing, so you do, peeling off your workout top as you go. “Thanks,” you sigh into the couch cushions, folding your arms under your head.

You hear James open the icy hot, and then his big hands land on your shoulder blades, fingers spread wide. He spreads the lotion down your back, palms pressing down with a pleasant pressure. The sigh that leaves you is borderline pornographic. He laughs.

“I knew you didn’t really want to massage my leg.”

“Shut up. I love you.”

He says it back at a murmur, thumbs drilling into the tensed muscles on either side of your spine. Maybe by experience or maybe by some prenatural boyfriend instinct, he knows intuitively the exact amount of pressure you need, pushing down with enough force to work out the knots in your muscles but not hard enough to really hurt. Mumbled thanks mingle with your sighs, but soon you’re too blissed out to speak anymore, lax on the couch beneath him.

“Where else hurts, pretty girl?” James asks you, circling his thumbs on your mid-back while he waits.

“Nowhere. You’ve cured me, Jamie. Thank you.”

You can hear the smile in his voice. “No problem.”

“Okay.” You sit up, marveling at the ease of it, the comfortable warmth of your muscles. You feel brand new. “Your turn.”

James plops his leg into your lap with eager readiness. “Give me the works, angel.”

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manjiroscum · 1 year

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PRIMROSES

Character/s: Pantalone

Warnings: f!reader, a bit of explicit sex, mature language, arranged marriage, hurt&comfort, light angst, fluff, modern au, this is a bit cheesy ngl, reader's father is a dick, pantalone has violet eyes, reader being anxious, pantalone is a banker, pantalone being a simp, mentions of unprotected sex, mention of the use of condoms, hints of pregnancy, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: been long since i wrote so i apologize if it isn't the best 🥹 this piece is dedicated to my lovely bby suki 💖

Synopsis: Your dearest husband got the scare of his life.

WC: 2.4k

Distance makes the heart grow fond but prolonged absence makes the heart forget.

The day Pantalone agreed to marry you despite it being an arranged endeavor was supposed to make a blushing bride feel over the moon. To recall that fateful meeting was akin to viewing a love story just about to unfold on a large screen, blissfully unaware of what was coming next no matter how obvious the foreshadowing is shown. All that occupied your mind that moment was the faint scent of primroses that wafted around the vicinity that was graced by his presence. The scent became stronger with each passing second, especially when you happened to flick off a piece of lint that dared to tarnish his impeccable suit. The mere act alone had Pantalone smiling down at you, causing your poor unsuspecting heart to do a flip.

“Thank you, my dear. I never saw that.”

He was cordial during the first meeting, smiling and casually complimenting you or nodding to your father’s flowery description of his beautiful daughter. The way his eyes followed your every move was enough to have you grow conscious of whatever you do but also made you aware of his interest in his soon-to-be wife. He was every man’s dream—rich, powerful, and unbothered by those who dared to challenge him. After all, who could compete with such a force that is Snezhnaya City’s most wealthy and influential banker? Mere humans can not compete with a demigod of the financial world, let alone those who wish to become like him when there is only one Pantalone in the whole universe who has beaten all odds thrown at him by life to reach the pedestal where he is now.

Nothing would make you happier than to have him fall head over heels for you just like you did with the way he carried himself during the entire evening.

“Is the caviar delicious?”

Pantalone’s lips curled up at your eager nod, unable to take his eyes off of you just like you couldn’t gaze away from the man. He was so patient in explaining things you would ask him, gentle in holding your hand to kiss it as a momentary goodbye. The promise of more encounters shone through his amethyst irises behind those glasses, capturing every fiber of your being to believe in him for he shall never disappoint.

“I hope to see you again, preferably sometime this week.”

A man such as he deserved nothing but the best of the best. To marry Pantalone would be second to reaching those pearly gates—everything to be handed to you on a gold platter and happiness will be served once one gold band is around your pretty ring finger. To be Pantalone’s wife… Such bliss indeed.

And yet, it was damn lonely. After all those months of preparations and making sure the wedding, including the wedding night, was perfect—Pantalone never had free time to spend with you again the second the honeymoon was all over. You have never foreseen the loneliness after all those insatiable fucking, overflowing words of endearment, and sipping champagne with him. Your friend was the occasional helper in the penthouse once the knots were tied. Missing Pantalone dearly wasn’t part of the agreement.

What happened to his vows in keeping you happy?

Your father was the first person you consulted with this sudden change in Pantalone’s demeanor. Yet, he hardly provided any advice or assistance or anything at all to explain the distance between you and your husband. For someone who arranged the marriage, you would’ve thought he’d lend you a hand and be sure the relationship wouldn’t go sour.

“Daughter, I think you shouldn’t be too… clingy, you know? Your husband needs some space from time to time. A man can’t run a business when his wife is hogging all of his time. Just don’t get all emotional. You tend to overreact…”

Frustrated, you slammed the door after walking out of your dad’s office. Hot angry tears threatened to drip down your warm cheeks at his statement. No wonder your mother left his sorry ass too soon.

You? Clingy? Overreacting?

Pantalone couldn’t even keep his hands off of you during the honeymoon period, even going far as to glare at the waiter who was making passes at you at that French restaurant. He tore the dress you wore that night with his bare hands while stamping hot kisses onto every skin his lips could touch. His fingers burying deep in your wet pussy he made possible so easily. The intoxicating smell of primrose and your shampoo mingled in your shared bedroom, with a mixture of sweat and fluids. His mouth claimed yours again and again just like his cock stretching your hole with each powerful thrust. Your husband burned through his stash of condoms meant for a month that night. You failed to recall how many times he came inside you, whispering his devotion directly into your ears while pounding you sore.

Pantalone valued your time like he valued his money. Those lips spoke of unattainable treasures he can buy, pledging he shall get them if you do ask. Yet, you never requested any material things. While you were grateful, it was his presence and his time you sought—far more valuable than any gold or jewel.

He found this far too amusing.

“Dearest, it somehow pains me that you don’t want this Birkin that will absolutely go well with that dress. Normally I would insist, but if you merely want to spend an evening alone with me, who am I to say no?”

It was his sturdy form keeping you from stumbling after too many drinks or the way he tucks back stray hairs from your face that made your soul fall harder. The quirk of his brow or the curve on his lips as he intently listens to you had your heart leaping in euphoria. This may have been an arranged marriage, however, it was better than you imagined. Pantalone may be the best husband there is…

A husband you rarely see anymore due to the drastic change in his behavior.

No matter how you tried to call him every day, you couldn’t help but hang on to his cryptic messages as responses or calls that last for a minute. The meals for two set on the table morphed slowly into one. His chair was often empty beside yours as you ate in silence. Traces of him being in the penthouse was rare, and even if he were to come home, only his warmth beside your side of the bed and the faint scent of primroses were all you could witness.

The ride down the elevator was uneventful as it can be. But your mind was racing faster than the cogs of the machine working to take you to the parking level. Pantalone consumed your thoughts even as you got into the Bentley Pantalone gifted you as a wedding gift. Sitting there and staring into space in the driver’s seat, you sighed.

Where did you go wrong?

You were quite sure everything was going so well between you two. Plus, you made sure not to do anything that will annoy him or anything. Pantalone was straightforward in telling you what ticked him off and what he found pleasant. He laid out his terms just as you did yours before you both agreed to marry one another.

So, what was keeping him so busy that he could barely see his wife, let alone be at home all the time?

Groaning, you leaned back against the seat and covered your face. You didn’t want to shed any tears, not in a parking lot where anyone can see. And frankly, you didn’t want to cry just because Pantalone hasn’t been paying you any attention. Oh god, perhaps you have gone too clingy. Too clingy that he has made his office his home and refuses to see you. For weeks, you have been sick with worry. Mornings, where you refuse to eat and even vomit the food you ate at dinner, were more frequent. To lose sleep over your husband’s absence was not the ideal way to go. But how can you lay in bed when Pantalone was out there doing god knows what?

No longer fighting back the tears, you nodded in defeat. Perhaps your father was right. Maybe you have gone too far as to cling to him in every moment you saw each other. Yeah, that’s probably why… You were quite sure of this, enough to go home and pack your things hastily into a suitcase. Hellbent on leaving him first before he can think of doing it. The rash decision fueled by your sorrows grew more rational with each minute that passed.

Because if he were seeing another woman, you were certain you would die on the spot—right there and then. You couldn’t bare to lose half of your soul when you just found it.

Pantalone, fortunately for him, came home to retrieve papers in his office just in time as you were about to wheel your suitcase out the front door. What appeared to be a normal day went crashing down instantly at the scene in front of the banker. A look of shock flashed in his features that you were sure you have never seen grace his face before. He was quick to compose himself, though, and approached you in confusion. You tried to hide your tear-streaked face, hoping the last image he will see of you is an epitome of immaculate and not someone about to get kicked out.

Yet, fate wouldn’t have it, eh?

“D-dearest, is there something wrong? Why have you packed your—what’s going on?” Despite the urgency and demand in his tone, Pantalone’s voice was shaky. Why on earth was his wife leaving him? Had he done anything wrong? Mind trying to come up with a memory or incident where he might’ve said something to offend you, Pantalone instantly shut the door and blocked it with his body when you moved past him. “Sweetheart, I won’t be able to understand or appease you if you wouldn’t tell me what’s bothering you.”

He watched as you swallowed, trying to avoid eye contact with him. Normally, this type of behavior would irritate him. But this was you. Pantalone would rather set his bank and possessions on fire than scare you away—the charming woman who genuinely enjoyed his company and listened to him rather than worm your way into his life for his money.

“I…I can’t do this anymore,” you responded with a hiccup from all the sobbing you did earlier. Pantalone’s mind haywire at your statement, unsure whether to hold you to keep you from running or to let you go. What could have possibly turned you this way? It wasn’t until your teary eyes met his that the realization of his constant absence sunk into him. “You’ve been… distant lately. I t-tired to reach out multiple times. I know you’re a busy man, but—” you cut yourself off to keep another sob from bubbling out.

Your trembling body was then encased by Pantalone’s, arms wrapping around you. The burst of his familiar scent of those damn flowers that always muddled your mind now cleared your thoughts. Instead of pushing him away, you found yourself crying in his arms, refusing to let go. Your husband sighed heavily, whispering his apologies and rubbing your back to soothe you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I am… aware that I’ve been away. I know my lack of reaching out shouldn’t be excused, but do know that whatever you think I am doing is false.” Cupping your face, Pantalone leaned down to kiss your eyelids and tears. He continued to press kisses around your face until you quieted down, still holding onto him. He resumed his explanation with a small smile. “I shouldn’t have left you all alone, especially when the plans I’ve been busy with concern our house. Will you forgive your stupid husband for his mistake, mhm? Please stop crying, dearest. I can’t bare to see you this sad. I know I truly messed up this time… I am willing to make things right.”

Blinking twice, you registered the information regarding his lack of presence. While you were glad he admitted his mistake, this was a reminder that even such an accomplished man like Pantalone was still human at the end of the day. And a house? For the family that you two will soon have? He thought of this relationship far ahead...

Is this man's mission to make you fall even harder?

“You did. You fuckin’ made me worry so much.”

“Language, sweetheart. You know I only want to hear you say filthy words when you’re underneath me,” he joked that your eyes rolling. Pantalone then fished out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, handing it to you. “Now, dry those tears. I’ll take you to see the progress of the construction tomorrow. We’ll have lunch at that restaurant you have been wanting to go to. How does that sound?”

You grabbed the handkerchief he gave you and blew into the expensive material, giggling at the grimace that he tried to mask.

“Okay. But I’ll forgive you, stupid husband, if you promise not to do this again and communicate. And if you will promise to keep the rest of your days free for me. I miss my stupid husband so much that I’ve forgotten how he feels next to me.” You coupled your statement with a soft teasing smile. Pantalone exhaled in relief and then nodded without hesitation, not minding what you called him.

“Of course, dearest. Anything you want.”

Humming in delight, you hugged him again. Those three words you always say slipped past your lips, relief both in your hearts. Pantalone whispered those words back, squeezing you tighter. The crisis has been averted, but simply letting him get away with this is not happening. He knows this.

“And one more thing, can we eat at a different restaurant? I’ve been craving sushi since last night.”

“Craving sushi?” His brow raised at your request, pulling away to stare at you. “But I thought you couldn’t stand raw food right now? You said so last time. Isn’t that the reason why you wanted to eat Italian dishes?”

While it was endearing that Pantalone remembered that phone call back when he was missing in action, you went still at the memory. Sharing a look with him, perhaps there was something more than simply missing him that was causing your mood to switch faster than a broken light switch.

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GOT LOVE-STRUCK WENT STRAIGHT TO MY HEAD…

777GOJOSGF IS TYPING…

777gojosgf: reader x satoru gojo modern!au

IN WHERE ::

reader and satoru do the kiss trend that’s been going around on tiktok.

a/note: the kiss trend is where it starts off with y/n applying lipstick but it smudged, satoru wipes it away but when the camera is moving to him it shows that his face is planted with kisses. not proofread and it’s quite short, sorry!

also, slut! by taylor swift (tv) coded

HE WAS THE ONE who persuaded you to follow the trend alongside him. satoru disagreed with your hardly noticeable interest in social media and openly flaunting your relationship to random online users. he says he loves taking pictures and videos so he can always look back on them later and that he wants to show you off to the world.

and besides, he knows you can’t say no his annoying smile.

“are you sure you want to do this? lipstick will be all over your face.” searching through your makeup bags for a red lipstick, you asked from the bathroom. satoru approached and pressed himself up against the door frame. his dishevelled white hair had come down so nicely on his head, and he had a dorky smile on his face. "if i ever say no to you kissing me, sweetheart. kill me, please.”

you laughed at that and walked over, planting a kiss on his cheek. “you always know the right answer.” before moving back to find the lipstick you just couldn’t seem to find. you heard his footsteps behind you, and before you had realized it, he had thrown you over his shoulder. holding you in a tight hold you giggled but still protested, “put me down ‘toru.”

“sorry, you were taking way too long. and the lipstick— was right here.” he answered, pointing at the cursed lipstick being next to the sink. you groaned in defeat and reached with giddy hands for the lipstick. he had to bite back a laugh and handed you the lipstick before moving you guys to the bedroom.

he’d laid down beside you after carefully placing you on the bed. he was able to rest his head on your lap and observe you applying the red lipstick while using your other hand to hold a tiny mirror. this brought back memories of all the other occasions he had delighted in observing you apply makeup. he thought you were gorgeous with or without, of course, but it was kind of adorable to see how much you enjoyed getting ready. there was a lot going on, and it was fascinating that you knew how to use every product. he had previously offered to assist you, claiming to be an expert at applying mascara.

well, spoiler alert. he wasn’t.

but it was of course the thought that counts.

despite everyone else’s claims, you knew one thing for sure.

in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman.

indeed, satoru made his typical boyish gestures. he wouldn’t be satoru if he hadn’t, but even so, he’s the warmest person you’ve ever met. he always knew how to take care of you; he would lift you when you were too exhausted to walk, offer you his shoes when your heels started to hurt, and remove your makeup when you got home from a difficult day at work.

you smirked, looking down at him with pursed lips. "now what should i do?" he pointed to his face and closed his eyes, flashing a grin. “now, you kiss me”

“alright,” you mumbled before planting a kiss on his forehead, slowly making your way down his face. though you purposely avoided his lips. he pouted at that and looked at you with those irresistible eyes of his. “patience is bliss, satoru.”

“yeah whatever,” he grumbled before lifting himself up and positioning himself with his back against the bed frame. he reached for your wrists and gently pulled you towards him, moving you onto his lap. your giggles filled the room and echoed down the hallway and satoru wouldn’t want it any other way. ever since you had entered his life, he had found a new light. someone to get up for everyday, to try and become the best version of himself because you deserved to be so loved.

though your personalities had somewhat been the opposite of each other, there was no denying that you guys were destined for each other. having grown up together, standing besides him all the time in high school, him being the one next to your seat in every class. where you went, he followed.

when you called, he would always be there.

something about the way that his entire face was filled with the print of your lips made you feel confident, he had seem even more handsome than usual. your confidence was shown when you teasingly made your way to his neck, earning a soft groan from him. “don’t be a tease, y/n.” his voice low, and the grin on your face widened. “it was your idea, was it not?” you commented innocently, but there was nothing innocent about the act.

he rolled his eyes dramatically at your smart remark.

once you finished kissing his face, he reached for his phone and opened up the app. your eyes widened at the 99+ notifications he had and you had come to the realization that your boyfriend was way more well known than you thought he was. something about that made you feel a bit jealous, as you were aware that 90% of his followers found him incredibly attractive. and there was no denying so. besides, it was out of his or your control so you tried not to make a big deal out of it.

but you were glad that it was satoru who came up with the idea to do the trend. it meant that he wanted to show you off and make it clear that he was taken.

or in his words, “locked 4 life.”

he started off the recording with you applying your lipstick, it being purposely smudged on one side. his thumb reached out to wipe away the lipstick, and as he did so, you turned the camera so that it would face him. his handsome face being filled with kisses, you smirked at that and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. a kiss he’s been waiting for the whole time getting ready.

after watching it a couple times— him commenting on how pretty you were— you were the one who clicked post and he turned off his phone.

“now,” he started, a mischievous grin on his face and you knew that it would be his time to get payback for you teasing him. effortlessly, he flipped you so that your back was against the soft mattress and he towered over you. your doe eyes followed his every move and your lips were parted slightly, he loved when you looked at him like that.

“the whole world knows that you’re mine. i guess i better prove it to you now too, princess.”

and so, your giggles reverberated throughout the space and corridor. you had filled his apartment —which once was empty and lifeless— with love and laughter. there were hints of you everywhere, memories haunting in every corner of every room.

he knew that the day you would become his wife, he would’ve made it in life.

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In the mood for...

March 28th

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1. Hi... Is there any wangxian fic in the potter world that you can recommend? I'm open to any fic, tags, dynamics etc.

Thanks in advance for answering my question. ☺️💕

are you asking for fics where characters make clay things or a Harry Potter fusion/crossover?

love potion no. 9 by ria_green (G, 2k, WangXian, Hogwarts, Oblivious WWX, Fluff and Humor, Amortentia, Patronus, Love Confessions, Fusion, POV Outsider, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions)

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2. hi do u hv outsider pov fics for wangxian like pls recommend all the ones u hv ty

the world is but a stage for the two of us by MandMandM (Not Rated, 10k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Established Relationship, Shameless WangXian)

what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 46k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death)

he sang about the stars by nenyanaryavilya (M, 29k, LXC & LWJ, WangXian, Brotherhood, Growing Up Together, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death)

Su She Eats his Heart Out by KizuKatana (T, 16k, wangxian, modern, Guest-starring the belated but incendiary sexual awakening of LWJ, 3rd person pov, SS is hyperfixated on LWJ, LWJ does his best to pretend SS doesn't exist, WWX isn't even pretending he really doesn't notice SS exists, MM exists and is awesome, implied offscreen wangxian sex)

rerun from the outside by Eicas (T, 2k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel, Crack, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, JC POV)

🔒 born under unlucky stars by RoseThorne (M, 1k, JZX & MXY, JZX & QS, WN & WQ, WWX & WQ, WangXian, Canonical Character Death, Ghosts, Souls, Implied/Referenced Sex, Brotherly Love, Anger, Spells & Enchantments, MXY Deserves Better, Revenge, POV MXY)

love - all by vastlyunknown (M, 18k, WangXian, Modern AU, Tennis AU, Time jumps)

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3. Fo you have ploty fics? Fics where the romance or relationship part isn't much in the front just a background thing in the story. I'm looking for fics where plot is given more priority. No modern au please.

We Meet at the Thousandth Step by Admiranda, Rynne (T, 258k, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, WIP, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR & WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Different First Meeting, Night Hunts, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Everyone Lives AU, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, WWX's Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, WWX Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings) Wei Ying & Lan Zhan's relationship develops as the story goes on (it hasn't been a huge focus yet) but it's plot-driven with case studies.

Bitter Plants Bearing Sweet Fruit by Kryal (T, 83k, wangxian, canon-typical horror elements, Worldbuilding, Desert, Misuse of Historic Setting, Original Character Death(s), Case Fic, aftermath of canon, Established Relationship, Nothing Explicit But Shameless Innuendo)

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4. Fo you have any fics where wwx has a personality like he has in twelve moons and a fortnight by Stiltonbasket ? People love making wwx shameless in their fics , but they make him shameless by today's time standards, which is pretty annoying and actually qi divination inducing, but in the novel wwx was shameless by the then time standards.

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5. hi an itmf request for fics similar to stolen fruit is the sweetest by mondengel. thank you so much for your hard work 🫡

A Baby Dragon’s Guide To Seducing Your Huli Jing by sweetlolixo (M, 102k, wangxian, fantasy au, dragon LWJ, fox WWX, younger LWJ, older WWX, fluff, humor, happy ending) Im not sure what theyre looking for in terms of similar but heres a few w a shameless Lan Zhan

Beautiful mess, a colourful wreck by covalentbonds (Not rated, 12k, wangxian, modern, rule 63, fluff & humor, mild smut, childhood friends, first meetings, evil vending machines)

a quest (for kisses) by kyoongs (G, 4k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Fluff, Humor, WWX being shameless WWX we love it, a little angst in the middle but squint and it's fluff again, kisses!! lots of kisses!!, wangxian are MARRIED and they have a SON)

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6. fic recs on wwx getting his old body back? thank uu

Wei Wuxian keeps / gets his OG body

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7. favourite bottom wwx fics? thanks ❤️

Closer than my hands have been by Spodumene (E, 5k, wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, consensual non-con, hair-pulling, face-fucking, bondage, spanking, cock slapping, jealousy, top drop)

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8. Hey there! I was wondering if you had recs for fics similar to Harmony between a qin and se by Alaceron. Ta!

Hey! I was #8 on the March 28th ITMF. The recs were wonderful! To clarify since you asked, I was looking for anything in with similar flavour, I did not think historical au, het wangxian, or non cultivation au were the core themes 🤦‍♂️

I was going by the feel of it, which is a tricky way to find fics. Must say you were spot on with Stilton's WIP. Thanks again!

does op mean like, historical setting with no cultivation or like.... het!wangxian? Wwx being successfully scheming? Anyways, here's a few I THINK op might like

When the Hills Are All Flat, and the Rivers Run Dry by stiltonbasket (G, 5k, WIP, WangXian, Historical, Royalty, Female WWX, Emperor LWJ, Identity Shenanigans, Parents LWJ and WWX, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Humor, Love at First Sight, Happy Ending, Female LXC, Gender Changes)

The Lost Prince by hmmmmmmmm (E, 40k, WangXian, Royalty, Historical, No Powers, Bottom LWJ, Slow Burn, Prince WWX, Oral Sex)

❤️ nightingale Series by Moominmammashandbag (M, 62k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, LQY/JC, Pseudo-History, No power AU, Empires, Discussion Of Murder, aftermath of war, prisoner exchange, Grief/Mourning, LWJ POV, Angst, Emperor JZX, Imperial Advisor LWJ, widower LWJ, JYL is the Empress the world deserves, Happy Ending, POW WWX, Reunions, Fluff, Smut, Dysfunctional Family, Poetry, BAMF LWJ, emotional support goat, poetry as a weapon, Injury Recovery, Rehabilitation, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Body Image, Self-Esteem Issues, Married Life, Domestic Fluff, Childbirth)

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9. hii for itmf do you have any recs for fanfics from lan jingyi pov? could be with jingyi/jin ling but not necessarily just not with any other junior ship (smth like best friends forever by varnes)

tysm<;3 @r3n-vy

❤️ The One-Body Problem by metisket (T, 29k, LJY & WWX, LJY & LSZ, wangxian, possession, cohabitation, Mojo’s bookmark)

🔒 blue flies buzzing by RoseThorne (T, 2k, JL & LJY & OYZZ & LSZ, JC & WWX, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & LXC, Gossip, Rumors, Mentioned Wen Remnants, Sect Leader Yao Bashing, JC & WWX Reconciliation, NHS is a Little Shit, POV LJY, POV Third Person, Threats, Justice, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, LWJ is LSZ’s Parent, LJY Being LJY, Podfic Welcome)

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10. Hi, i've seen how you help people find fanfictions and all, i was wondering if you can help me find a good Wangxian personality swap Au, if your up to it? Thank you

there is a fic where Lan Zhan was named Wei Wuxian, and Wei Ying was named Lan Zhan, which is the closed I've seen to a personality swap. I will look for it, but if anyone knows it, pls post the link! Also, there is a body swap fic, where they took on hints of each others personality. in that Wei Ying was hornier, and Lan Zhan was more ADHD coded , I'll have to look for that one too. I decided to comment in case I don't find any of these but someone else knows

Call Me By Your Name by DizziDreams (E, 52k, WangXian, Modern AU, America, University, Smut, Dubious Consent, Misunderstandings, Masturbation, Semi-Public Sex, Edging, names have been swapped, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking) I think the first fic that was suggested for #10 (where lwj and wwx have each other's names) is the modern AU

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11. ur fav dad fics where wwx or lwj raises a-yuan? especially modern? thank uuu

my little love by mellowflicker (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, kindergarten teacher!lwj, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Pining)

The stuffed bunny, the beautiful nephew, and other gifts from Lan Qiren by deliciousblizzardshark (G, 8k, LQR & WWX, wangxian, Modern, Single Parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Uncle Acquisition, Found Family, Fluff)

box your errors by mellowflicker (T, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, single dad lwj, Domestic Fluff, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, let lwj have friends agenda, Hurt/Comfort, Pining)

Single Parent Lan Wangji / Single Parent Wei Wuxian

🧡 paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3 (E, 53k, WangXian, Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Everyone Is Alive, Modern AU, Dadji, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Brief Alcohol Mention, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Accidentally co-parenting with your son's art teacher, Fatherhood)

Where’s Your Emergency? by trippednfell (M, 64k, WangXian, 911 Dispatcher WWX, Single dad LWJ, Kid fic, Modern AU, D&D Games, Angst with a happy ending)

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, WangXian, NieLan, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, Found Family, Modern AU, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, PTSD, Blood and Injury, Dissociation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Musicals, POV Alternating, Baking, Yunmeng reconciliation (eventually), Friend Zoning, Literal Sleeping Together, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks)

for you, andante by xuanxuanwo (ostentatiouslyrealistic) (T, 35k, WangXian, Modern AU, Music, Musicians, Pianist LWJ, Guitarist WWX, Kid Fic Coffee Shops, Bookstores, Existential Crisis, Unrelated JGY & QS, Friendship, Romance, Light Angst, Happy Ending)

💖 The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 71k, wangxian, modern, accidental baby acquisition, slow burn, pining, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer)

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12. heyyy admins! what are some of your favorite wwx and junior fics?

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13. ITMF white haired wwx!!

🔒归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by dragongirlG (M, 7k, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Aging, Aged WWX, Grief/Mourning, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Diaspora Feels (displacement), Dramatic Irony, Secret Identity, Pining, Brief Reference To Suicidal Thoughts, Hopeful Ending, [Podfic] 归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by Koontyme)

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14. (ITMF) Thanks so much for all that you do! I've just finished rereading And Miles To Go Before I Sleep by glitterbombshell and I've got a hankering for more LWJ vs LXC or Lan comeuppance or even Lan bashing (I have checked that tag). I'm craving Lan angst (even LWJ as long as WWX ends up happy). Bonus if we see them suffer (vs LWJ just going nutso and killing everyone off screen). Thank you, thank you. 💕💕 @ck90

🔒💖 When has silence saved anyone? by Vrishchika (T, 6k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, post-canon, LXC critical, family feels, angry LWJ & LSZ, LXC gets scolded)

this blood in my mouth by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Post-Canon, POV LXC)

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15. hiii itmf idol x fan wangxian aus preferably idol!wwx but the opposite works as well @nalalie

All My Songs I Wrote to Find You by Winxhelina (T, 8k, wangxian, Social Media, Bullying, Immortal WangXian, Scheming NHS, Musicians, Explicit Language, Kissing, Making Out) a bit of a twist as they're immortals who got separated in this one

The Ties that Bind Us by Dyapaya (G, 10k, wangxian, JC & WWX, JYL/JZX, JC/NHS, Idols AU, idol WWX, fanboy LWJ, College/University, Modern, Obsessive Behavior, Misunderstandings, Twitter Fic, Stalker)

If I Can't Have You by Leffy (E, 47k, wangxian, Modern, Actors AU, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Slow Burn, Intercrural Sex, Frottage, Masturbation, Blow Jobs)

time of fate is passing; or: The Great and Lonely Fudanshi; or: How Lan Zhan Defeated Heterosexuality and Learned to Love Again by verseau (E, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fandom Allusions & Cliches & References, Don't Take Seriously, Idol WWX, Fudanshi LWJ)

The Brightest Star In His Sky by Liebing (M, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Idol LWJ, past relationship, Break Up, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, soft, Happy Ending, Background XiYao, idol MY, WWX POV, Background ChengQing, pregnant WQ, Making Up, concert setting, Song writer WWX, LSZ is an unseen matchmaker, Jealous WWX, Hand Jobs, Kissing, Love Confessions, Dominant LWJ, Soulmates)

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16. I just read “a grave is all too weak a thing by Reverie (cl410)“ and now I’m hungry for multi-chapter fics with a similar premise. Does anybody know of anymore fics where others (this one has Jin Ling’s parents & Wen Qing) were resurrected along with WWX? (Like this one has them in their og bodies and even clothes so I guess their resurrections followed Untamed rules) And if no one can find any, please use this as a prompt. (The ficlet is in a prompts playlist anyway) @omgnectarina

a bird in your teeth by Eevee (ChaosBitch) (E, 61k, JYL/XY, wangxian, Let XY have nice things, Let JYL get some good dick, (sorry JZX I know you did your best), Past JYL/JZX, Past JYL/MM, All of the sex in this fic is consensual, But one of the participants IS a fierce corpse, JYL POV, Minor Character Death, I feel like this fic turned out surprisingly soft, but XY still does some onscreen murders, Implied/Referenced Torture, Mention of JGS's canon behavior, Mentions of XY's canon behavior, Also Wangxian is not the main pairing, but they're definitely here and stupider in love than ever, Angst, past XY/JGY, Hopeful Ending) This has XY bringing JYL back as a fierce corpse & WWX getting resurrected earlier than in canon. Not sure if it quite fits the request, but it involves someone other than WWX being resurrected, so I'm throwing it in

the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 139k, WangXian, JYL/WQ, QS & JYL, Canon Divergence, Sacrifice Summon, only the summoner sticks around, slightly dark JYL, WQ lives, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chronic Pain, Mild Sexual Content, Switch Wangxian, WWX has to be resurrected & LWJ find out before they can interact, but there’s plenty of wangxian once they do, manipulative relationship) different summon followed by eventual wwx summon.

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17. Hello, I’ve never asked this blog something before but I believe this falls under the “In the Mood for a Fic” catagory?

Any fics where it shows Lan Zhan’s pov as he realizes that Wei Ying has returned (hearing him play Wangxian)? @xinilia

🔒The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal!LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide) The events of the novel from LWJ's pov

🔒 a song of joy and regret by RoseThorne (G, <1k, wangxian, longing, grief/mourning, regret, crying, devotion, resurrection, dreams, angst, LWJ pov)

🔒 Season of Resurrection by Pyrrti (G, 1k, wangxian, pre-relationship, reunions, sky children of the light fusion, multiple POV, LSZ pov, LWJ pov, WWX pov)

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farity · 10 months

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In the Red of Night, part 2

Pairing: Modern!AU Aemond Targaryen x you

Summary: Aemond likes coffee. And sugar. And other things.

Warnings: Future smut. A lot of angst. A lot, a lot.

“What do you want, Alys?” he asked in their ancient language.

“You know the answer, Aemond.” Her voice was syrupy, with a tinge of bitterness that came with long-nurtured anger. “Your pledge of eternal devotion, you know, nothing much.”

Aemond rolled his eyes. They had had this particular discussion a hundred times over as many years. He was finished with her, had been almost since the beginning, when he realized she had only made him in order to keep him on his knees before her.

“Goodbye, Alys.” He clicked off the call before she could argue, blocked the new number she’d used, but had the feeling that sooner or later, there would be a showdown and only one of them would walk away.

He remembered being nineteen, angry with the world, and finding her, huddled in a corner after a battle where he had murdered most people in the castle. Her eyes had called to him, and she had seduced him and twisted him into knots to get him to do her will. He hadn’t realized that she looked so very young for her age. He hadn’t seen how others looked at her, how they gave her a wide berth when she walked past. In the frenzy of newfound lust and violence, he had not noticed so many things about her.

When she told him she could fix his eye, he laughed in her face, told her there was no eye left to fix. That night she’d given him wine mixed with something he couldn’t name, and his lost eye, miraculously, began to form again within its empty socket. He’d spent hours in agony, fists at his side as she chanted over him, telling him over and over that it was for the best, that he had already endured so much pain and could do so a little bit longer. By the time the pain finally ebbed, his face was soaked with tears and his skin was covered in a thin film of sweat.

“I will need to cut the lid open,” she told him the next morning, not looking at him, as he walked to her, holding one hand over his face, over where he could feel the eye settling into its final structure. “Come here.”

She’d cut open the stitched membrane with one quick flip of her wrist, and peered in, wrinkling her nose. “It is almost formed. I would not let anyone see it for now.” She went back to her mixing and brewing of potions and eventually he realized she was done talking to him and walked away like a chastened child.

He’d kept the eye patch on for days, even past the time when he could see with both eyes as clearly as he had the minute before Lucerys Velaryon had cut him and changed his life.

He won every battle after, returned to her bed every time, letting her fuck him numb into blissful oblivion to forget the dead and the carnage, and eventually it was time to face his uncle Daemon, looming in the skies on Caraxes, waiting for him and Vhagar.

Alys had cooked their supper and told him this was the time when both he and Daemon were meant to die. “But you will not,” she’d said, straddling him, “I have ensured that you shall not die tonight, Aemond.” She’d loosened his breeches and sank onto him, her hips rocking as she bit down on her lip.

Her mouth had filled with rich, red blood, and when she’d kissed him, he’d swallowed mouthful after mouthful of it until he was gasping for breath and had nearly choked on it. “My beautiful Aemond,” she said dreamily, teeth outlined in red, “you and I shall rule the realm together.” He’d leaned back and closed his eyes while she drove him to a furious peak, her strange blood now part of him.

He’d left both determined and terrified, and when Daemon had jumped off of Caraxes to stab him, Aemond had undone his saddle tie and leapt in the air and parried off the blow, sending Daemon falling to his death in the waters below. Caraxes had roared and Vhagar had wanted to engage, but Aemond had flown back to Alys and pledged himself to her. “Not yet, Aemond, right now it doesn’t mean anything.”

Aemond had not understood, but he hadn’t resisted when she’d sunk her teeth into his neck that night. He owed her his life, he’d thought, telling himself he’d return to her, her hot bed and her cold heart.

But the next day he’d left alone on Vhagar, pulled by some loyal instinct towards his family. He’d gone home to find his sister was dead and his mother was hysterical with grief. Through the rage and heartbreak, he tried to get through to Aegon, and had realized that it did not matter how many battles he won, how many he killed. They were as doomed as Old Valyria had been.

So he’d fled before she could catch up with him. He’d cut off his hair and left the city, had learned to disguise himself beyond a cape and a hood. Even if anyone thought him a Targaryen, the fact that he had two eyes immediately dispelled any suspicions of him being Aemond. Ironic, he’d thought, to now find safety in being thought a bastard.

* * * * *

He heard her laugh, a deep, throaty sound that broke him out of his reverie, and he turned to see her with a customer. He was about her age and looked like a meathead. She had to smile and pretend she found every customer entertaining, he told himself, but he didn’t like how meathead kept glancing over at her and made a mental note to keep an eye on him.

He’d been coming to the coffee shop for a few weeks now, and had already given up going to his other usual hangouts. She was there a couple of hours before opening every single day, he would see the lights turning on from his windows and smile and then force himself to wait until she turned the sign on the door.

There was nothing about her that should have called to him, he mused, his usual disdain for most people letting him glide through cities and countries without ever finding anyone who made him want to stay longer than the usual. She was perfectly ordinary, nothing remarkable about her looks other than her eyes, which were so expressive he sincerely hoped she didn’t play poker or she’d go bankrupt.

Still, here he was, every day, looking forward to seeing her.

“Since you’re here every morning,” she’d said a few weeks after the shop re-opened, “and you clearly love sweets, would you try a new recipe for me?” He’d looked up to see her giving him a shamelessly toothy grin, holding a small plate with some kind of dessert on it. When he tried to peek, she lifted the plate higher.

“Only if I can pay for it.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “You can’t pay because it’s not on the menu yet. And I might change a few things.”

“Fine,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I will give you my expert, free opinion.” He watched the plate be placed in front of him, her slim hands moving smoothly as she added the cloth napkin and fork to the side. There was a generous slice of some kind of apple cake dusted with golden sugar crystals and served with a healthy dollop of whipped cream. “This smells amazing. What’s in it?”

“You’ll have to tell me,” she grinned at him again, turning around with a flourish and leaving him to his tasting.

A woman with a little boy came in and she went to greet them. He watched her take a tiny bit of a display slice to offer to the boy, who began bouncing in place. Aemond ran his fork through the cream, speared a bite of the cake and placed it in his mouth.

He might be a chocolate lover through and through, but this whatever-it-was, was delicious. The tartness of the apples was grounded by the spiciness of the batter, the whole thing gilded by the sugar crystals. The sweet cream she’d added on the side lifted the whole thing. There was a hint of alcohol as well, barely enough to taste, more to round out the whole flavor profile.

This was an elegant, well crafted dessert and she could probably charge whatever she wanted for it. He closed his eyes, letting the various flavors bloom and meld on his tongue.

Once the little boy and his mother left, she came by his table, one eyebrow raised as she approached. “What do you think?”

I think you’re captivating.

He took a moment to organize his thoughts, caught her fingertips tapping nervously against her thighs. “The cognac was unexpected but it works. The cardamom is elegant, and the cream is the perfect accompaniment. I think you have captured autumn in dessert form.”

Her eyes grew wide and she pressed her lips together, trying to contain a smile, but failed. “That’s exactly what I was going for,” she whispered excitedly. “Any suggestions?”

A thousand lewd ideas crossed his mind, but he shook his head and kept his face composed. “No, it is perfect as is. I would not change a thing.”

“Thank you,” she reached over, giving his hand a squeeze before she took his plate and fork away.

Aemond stared at the spot on his hand where she’d touched him. It was the first time they had had any physical contact and he felt dizzy with want. He nearly reached out to keep her from walking away, stopping himself before he lunged to grab her.

* * * * *

“Does he have a younger brother?”

You turned to see Katie, your employee, staring dreamily at Aemond through the little window on the kitchen door.

“I have no idea,” you said, smiling, and she turned, giving you an incredulous look. “What?”

“Um, he’s totally into you, boss, and I’m not stepping into that situation, but if he has a younger brother that looks like him, I would totally smash that. Totally.”

You scoffed. “There is no situation and he is not into me, K. He is a nice, respectful customer and one of our regulars.”

“Maybe if you didn’t wear those ugly shirts, he’d ask you out.”

Wow. You looked down at the oversized t-shirt you wore, your apron cinching it in at the waist.

“Uh, there are our shop shirts, you know?”

Katie made a mean little sound. “Doesn’t mean you need to wear one that’s three sizes too big. You’re kind of cute with those round little cheeks.”

What the fuck.

“Hey, help me with that tray. And I’m not here to be asked out. I’m here to run my business.”

Katie kept whatever thoughtless comment was about to come out of her mouth to herself as she opened the swing door out to the counter, and began to refill the case.

* * * * *

You were gathering your things, along with two of the savory pastries you’d put together that afternoon. It had been a good day. In fact, it had been a good week, better than the one before, which had been better than the one before. Katie had gone home a few minutes before, giddy with delight as you gave her half a batch of the pastries so she didn’t have to cook dinner for herself, or even make breakfast the next day.

Turning out most of the lights, you carried your bag and food container out the back door, where your car was parked. The alley was quiet at this time of day, the mid-afternoon caffeine seekers long gone and the dinner crowd not out yet. You closed the trunk and turned around, jumping when you realized there was someone there, not ten feet from you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You pressed a hand to your chest, smiling nervously. And then you realized it was the customer from this morning, and he had a large bouquet of flowers in his hands. “It’s okay, I just didn’t realize you were there.” He took a step forward, almost blocking you from getting into the driver’s seat of your car.

“I wanted to ask you if you’d have dinner with me.”

“Oh.”

“Here. These are for you.”

You nearly took a step back. “That’s really sweet, but I can’t accept them.”

He looked at you, as if not understanding your words. “I bought them for you. I like you,” he insisted.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I have to go.”

“Oh come on,” he said, sighing. “I’m just asking you to dinner, I’m a nice guy.”

“Hey, bossy boss, what’s going on?”

You turned at the sound of Katie’s voice.

“I forgot my subway pass,” she said, walking over to stand next to you. You had never been so glad to see her before, and you grabbed her arm. “Give me a ride home, will you?” she asked.

“Excuse me,” you said, not looking at the guy or the flowers or anything, just wanting to get away from him.

He watched impassively as you and Katie got in your car, still holding the flowers in his hands.

* * * * *

Aemond scrolled through various screens, rubbed his eyes at the endless columns of numbers and acronyms. He glanced at the bottom right of the laptop screen, and saw that it was half past 4 in the morning.

He had been so engrossed with his work that he hadn’t checked on the coffee shop, and when he looked out his windows, expecting to see the lights on, he noticed that everything was dark and quiet. He heard a distant siren, slowly getting louder, and when he looked down the street saw an ambulance and a couple of police cars coming down the street.

Fear began to crawl down his spine, icy tendrils of it extending fingers out throughout his body, and he ran out of the loft, slammed his hand on the elevator button three times before he decided to make his way down the stairs.

“Mr. Targaryen? Sir?”

He heard the night doorman call after him as he ran across the street as the paramedics and cops began filtering through the front door of the coffee shop.

No no no no no no no.

"Sir, you need to stay outside. Sir!”

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the-travelling-witch · 2 years

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i really just needed an excuse to talk about tattooed!kazuha yes it’s another modern au drabble

“What does this one mean?”

You were sitting next to your -currently shirtless- boyfriend, Kazuha, tracing your finger over his inked shoulder blade, following the trail of black forming a downward triangle with wings. Always fascinated by the art on his body, you had often admired the tattoos but never really asked about them.

“Hmm, my friend Venti came up with the design for it, actually. We got drunk with a couple of friends one night and spontaneously decided to get tattoos together,” he chuckled. You could already imagine what friends he was talking about, raising a questioning eyebrow when you remembered a particularly stoic fellow. “Well, with varying degrees of enthusiasm, of course. But you know how Venti can be when he set his mind to something, especially when drunk. Besides, Xiao doesn´t hate us as much as he´d like everyone to believe.”

Now it was your time to laugh, vivid memories of the teal-haired man dragging his four drunk friends through the streets, desperately trying to prevent them from doing something stupid. Despite not wanting to accept it, he was the mom friend of the group and he´d be damned if anything happened to either of them.

“So what about this one?” Running your fingers up his arm, you followed what appeared to be a gust of wind carrying maple leaves up to meet the previously discussed art, forming an elegant sleeve.

“Ah, this one. It reminds me of home.” He let out a blissful sigh, crimson eyes softening at the mere mention. “In the town where I grew up, every autumn, the maple leaves would turn a deep vermillion and blanket entire streets in a thick layer of colour. It was quite the sight to behold, one I am still very fond of. One day, I hope I can experience this miracle again, with you by my side.”

The thought alone made your heart leap with joy and you offered a smile as genuine as his words. “I´d love to go with you, I´m quite interested to see where you grew up.”

“Great, it´s a promise then.” Kazuha intertwined his hands with yours, running his lithe fingers over the back of your hand as he noticed your gaze drift to the tattoo spanning his spine. “No questions about that one?”

“Well, I mean I do but…” Very hesitantly, you extended a hand towards it, although stopping before you could make contact with the mark. It was only when your boyfriend slightly turned his torso to grant you easier access to his back that your fingers touched the black lines. Mapping out the artwork, your eyes followed your digits on their path to forming a katana which was seemingly struck by lightning. “It seems different from the others. There´s such a seriousness to it, I don´t know how to ask about it.”

“It´s okay, I don´t mind. You are correct, though, when you say it´s more serious than the others. I got it to honour the loss of a dear friend.” His words seemed to send an electric current up your arm and down your own spine, goosebumps rising in its wake. “He was always looking for a new challenge or a new adrenaline rush and we did a lot of stupid stuff together. Then, he became fascinated with the idea of scaling a mountain infamous for its increased risk of lightning strikes. Despite my warnings, when I came back from a trip out of town, I´m sure you can imagine what sort of news I received.”

Swiftly retreating your hand from his skin as if you had cut yourself on the blade, you sucked in a harsh breath. “Oh Kazuha, I´m so sorry. I didn´t know…”

“No, no, I told you it´s alright, didn´t I, my love? This took place a long time ago and I´ve made my peace with it.” Gently guiding your fingers back to his spine, he pressed your palm against the dark lines again. “I have no qualms talking about what happened. My friend made a choice and I have to respect it, no matter the outcome. Of course, at first, I resented him and that mountain. But after all this time, I do not want to hold on to these feelings of regret and questions of ‘what if’. Rather, I´d like to think back fondly on all the positive memories we created”

“You´re amazing, do you know that? I don´t think a lot of people have that kind of strength.”

“Maybe that´s true,” he admitted. “But I can´t help but think that you´re a vital part of that strength. Your presence comforts me and I feel at ease even when I´m vulnerable in front of you. With you, I don´t need to run or hide who I truly am; I am no longer a leaf simply blowing in the wind. More than anything, I want to share my life with you, no matter if it's the euphoric highs or the unfortunate tragedies. In the end, I know I´ll be okay because I have you to return to, in the knowledge that you´ll welcome me home with open arms. I´m very grateful for what you do for me, I hope you´ll never forget that.”

“How can you spin every conversation into complimenting me, hm?” Your tone was light despite the tears threatening to weigh down your lower lash line. In an effort to convey your emotions, you leaned forward to place a kiss right between his bare shoulder blades, lips lingering when you felt Kazuha relax even more into your touch. “That´s quite the high praise your showering me with. All the same, I hope you´ll never forget that I always have your back.”

“I´m torn between being exasperated at the pun or kissing you senseless for being so sweet.” You burst out laughing, forehead leaning against Kazuha´s shaking shoulders.

“Why not both?” you replied cheekily.

“Hmm, I believe that can be arranged.”

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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Across The Darkened Room {5}

Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader || Modern AU Summary: The Targaryen family dinner gives you a deeper insight into Aemond and why he needs the control that comes with being a dom. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, almost safe word use WC: 3.2k

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You felt like a princess in the long gossamer gown made from thin layers of black lace over an emerald green shift that let the different shades shine through with each step. Aemond wore emerald cufflinks with his suit and a matching tie so that he complimented you as he stepped up behind you in the mirror.

You turned with a frown as you found a leather patch covering his sapphire and gently traced the dragon emblem embossed into the material. “Do you always cover it when you see your family?”

“No,” he laughed softly. “Cardinal rule of fashion; blue and green must never be seen.”

That made more sense than thinking he was hiding a piece of himself.

“Turn around,” Aemond ordered and you spun back to the mirror as he reached into his pocket to pull out a large teardrop emerald hanging on a thin gold chain. He draped the necklace around you and the gem was cool and heavy against your skin as he clasped it before letting it slip further into your cleavage. “Beautiful.”

You lifted the gem up and smiled at how the light danced off each facet before turning and wrapping your arms around his narrow waist. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he replied softly. “It has been a long time since I went to a family dinner, I don’t think I could face it alone.”

“Why’s that?” you asked but he just smiled ruefully and shook his head.

At the highest point of King’s Landing was the original Red Keep, but the red brick building had turned to ruin a long time ago and had been replaced with a modern mansion that still held the formidable presence of the old keep you had seen in museum paintings. There was even an archway that Aemond drove beneath to reach a courtyard with a beautiful fountain in the centre where a valet was waiting to take the keys to his car.

“So this is where you grew up,” you uttered in amazement as you looked up at the towering walls.

Aemond laced his fingers into yours and stepped towards the enormous wooden doors that swung open with the help of two footmen. He lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles as he gently murmured, “It may look nice on the outside but don’t let it fool you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the ominous tone and you wanted to ask more but he tugged your hand and towed you into the heart of the mansion. You expected to hear his family as he navigated through the halls but if anything the sounds in the home grew quieter. It wasn’t until he reached a staircase and led the way down that you voiced your concern.

“I know you grew up here, Aemond, but this place is huge. We aren’t lost are we?”

He grabbed a brass door handle and turned it with a chuckle of amusement. “I need to get a little lost before I face what’s waiting in there.”

Your lips parted to find out what he meant when he pulled you into the dimly lit room and crashed his lips to yours. You cast your arms out to stabilise you as he backed you to the wall and you found dozens of wine bottlenecks pressing into you. The breath in your lungs was lost to a blissful sigh when he grazed his teeth over your racing pulse and pulled the skirt of your dress over your hips.

You were grateful that the doctor had given your test results yesterday as you knew for a fact there was no condom in your clutch and Aemond had left his wallet in his car. It meant there was nothing hindering him from pulling the delicate lace panties aside and filling you with his cock.

You both moaned as he hooked your leg over his hip and slipped inside you with no preparation, the sweet burn of the stretch tipping your head back with a mewling cry. The shelves rattled and the bottles tinkled with every hard thrust and you felt the bruises already forming from each cork that dug into your back. It was a far cry from the controlled sexual experience you had received so far.

“Shhh,” he whispered as he pressed his forefinger to his lips with a smile.

Your hands roamed under Aemond’s untucked shirt and he growled as your nails clawed him closer, you were not used to being able to touch him when your hands were normally restrained. The touch seemed to unleash him as he threw his head back and fucked you harder, until the pain in your back no longer danced with pleasure and the safe word came to mind.

Aemond froze as saw you wince and his mind came crashing back to his body, almost like he had lost himself to the feeling of being buried inside you. “Shit, shit, Sweetpea, I’m sorry,” he muttered as he pulled out and left you empty.

He turned you around and unzipped your dress to see the many cork circles across your back. His lips were cold against the marks that were growing hotter and he kissed each one until you were squirming for more and the ebbing pain was once more pleasurable. Your hips had a mind of their own as they pushed back in search of friction.

“Please, Aemond,” you whined.

His voice was strained as he gripped your hips and kept them from touching him as he warned you, “I’m not in control.”

You turned and placed a hand on his chest as you looked up at his closed eye. The eye peeked open as you pushed him back to a leather chair that was tucked into the corner of the room by a tasting rack. “Then let me take control.”

He looked wary as he fell back into the seat but he let you straddle his hips and he bit his lip as you impaled yourself on his cock. You gripped the headrest beside him and rolled your hips, riding him as he held the armrests in a death grip. His nails carved half moons into the leather and you could see the strain in his whiteknuckles as he fought to keep his hands there and to not mark your skin.

You pushed the long sleeves of your dress back and placed his hand on the soft flesh of your forearm in silent permission. His hips bucked as he drew his nails down the skin and you cried out at the bolt of lightning that slammed into your core, clenching around him.

Your walls began to flutter as you bounced on his cock and he fought the dress away so he could press the pad of his thumb to your clit. The added pressure of his thumb was all you needed to fall over the edge when his other hand clamped over your mouth to silence the cries that erupted.

“Fuck,” Aemond grunted as your teeth closed around his hand in the throes of your orgasm and he came with a curse, the heat of his seed filling your cunt. “You bit me.”

You dipped your head with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’m used to biting leather.”

He tipped your chin back and kissed your pouting lips. “I liked it.”

After a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up, Aemond finally led you to the large reception room where his family were gathered around a bar. There were more people than he had said there would be and you looked at him nervously, forgetting most of the names you had tried so hard to remember on the way over.

Your own concern was lost as you saw the colour drain from his face and his graceful walk stopped midstep. A flash of some dark horror flitted across his face before all emotion was void and his fingers tightened around yours as his family turned to face him.

“I didn’t realise he would be here,” a woman hissed as her fingers threatened to snap the stem of the crystal wine glass in her hand. “Daemon, children, let’s go.”

You looked between the woman and Aemond, recognising the familial traits in their hair and eyes. His fingers tightened around yours even more and you suppressed the groan that was building as you watched his jaw tick and his teeth clench together.

“This is Aemond’s home, Rhaenyra, of course he would be here,” Alicent said as she stood up and reached for her son’s other hand.

Rhaenyra turned to the large fireplace adorned by stone dragons as she spoke quietly, “It used to be mine.” She turned back with a hardness in her eyes and waved her hand to her four children and her husband standing together. “It was a mistake to come here, it’s still too soon.”

The family swept from the room and Daemon ran his hand along the suit jacket he wore. You had seen enough concealed guns in Flea Bottom to know the lines that appeared in the material were not the work of a poor seamstress. A streak of fear had you inching behind Aemond’s back and he switched hands so you could still hold him as he turned until everyone was out of sight.

The tension seemed to be released with a burst as the doors closed behind the other guests and you sagged against Aemond’s back with relief. It was short lived as he stepped aside and you were face to face with his mother.

Your mouth was dry and you licked your lips quickly before holding your hand out to introduce yourself, “I’m -”

“I know exactly who you are,” Alicent said with a sigh. “You are the reason my son has foolishly hired a group of street criminals, from what I understand. He must care for you a great deal.”

“I tried to stop him,” you said with a grimace, “but he can be quite…”

“Stubborn?” Alicent offered with a small smile. “Yes, I know my son well. Which is why I know you must be something special, he’s never brought a girl home before.”

You looked to Aemond with a cocked brow but he just smirked and took two flutes of champagne from the sommelier that brought them over.

You looked to Aemond with a cocked brow but he just smirked and took two flutes of champagne from the sommelier that brought them over. He handed one to you without a comment and drifted off to greet his sister, his smile encouraging you as he went.

“I’m sorry that our first meeting didn’t exactly go to plan,” Alicent said as she looked at the closed door. “Things have been strained between Aemond and his half sister for some time. I was hoping they could break bread tonight.”

“What happened between them?” you asked after taking a sip of the bitter bubbles and glancing at Aemond across the room.

“That is not my story to tell, I’m afraid.” She placed her hand on your forearm and you almost flinched as she touched the claw marks her son had left behind. “Now if you will excuse me, I need to let the maids know to remove some place settings for dinner. I look forward to getting to know you better.”

She had barely moved two steps when a pair of familiar hands fell upon your hips and his lips pressed to the curve of your jaw with a rather sedate kiss as he whispered, “That went well.”

“Did it?” you asked nervously before turning to the butler as he rang a bell and announced dinner was ready. “I don’t think I can stomach food right now.”

Aemond’s hands travelled up your back until he reached your shoulders and massaged the tightness away. “You have to eat something, Sweetpea. I’m more than happy to find some way to entice you.”

You felt the rich timber of his voice all the way to your core and shivered at the devilish thoughts of just how he might do that. “I guess I could eat something.”

You took a seat on Aemond’s right and smiled at each of his siblings as you were officially introduced. Aegon grinned like a cheshire cat as he reached over from the other side of Aemond to shake hands. You gasped in surprise when he shoved your sleeve back and saw the four raised bumps the width of Aemond’s nails.

“My, my,” he teased as his brother pushed him back into his seat. “Not exactly the track marks I was looking for.” Aegon turned to Aemond and raised his glass. “She is addicted to something else entirely.”

“Aegon,” Alicent chided, though she sighed with the exhaustion of a mother who had been repeating herself for years. Aemond’s mother did glance back at your arms a few times with concern as you slipped your hands under the table and planted them on your lap.

“Excuse me,” you murmured after the second course of tiny portions was cleared. Aemond rose with you but you shook your head as you assured him, “I can remember my way to the ladies, if not I have Maps on my phone.”

Helaena giggled behind her napkin and Aemond settled back in his chair but you felt his eye on you until the dining room door closed behind you.

You took your time in the bathroom, checking your makeup and delaying the inevitable, when the door opened and Alicent strolled in. She closed the door behind her and leant against it with a heavy sigh.

“Did my son do that to you?” she asked so quietly you almost couldn’t hear her and she covered her mouth with a sob. “Oh god.”

“I, I don’t know what you mean.”

She pushed off the door and pulled your sleeve back, exposing the marks as tears fell over her thick lashes. “You poor thing. Come, I’ll get you somewhere safe - away from here and him.”“No! No, that’s not necessary,” you said as you fought against the hold on your wrist. “Really, it’s not like that. He’s not abusing me.”

“I’m not blind,” she said, pointing to your arm that you had already hidden once more. “I don’t know what he’s promised you to keep quiet and I don’t care, you don’t have to live like this.”

“I know, Alicent.” You scratched your neck nervously at the thought of having to explain how you received the wounds. “It’s really not what you think. Aemond and I just get a little too passionate, if you know what I mean. He really is the kindest, most generous man I have ever met and would never do anything I didn’t want to do.”

Alicent reeled back in realisation and she clutched the medallion hanging over her chest. “Oh, oh heavens. So, you and he…I don’t need to call my contact at Women’s Refuge?”

“God no, please don’t,” you said with a laugh that eased her tension further. “I’ve never been happier than when I’m with Aemond.”

“That's a relief, though I have questions I don’t think I want to know the answers to.”

You nodded in agreement and she wiped her eyes before she opened the door just as Aemond arrived ready to knock. He looked between his mother and you twice before he dared to ask, “Everything alright?”

You didn’t trust your voice as you squeaked a ‘mhmm’ and stepped out of the bathroom, into his arms.

“We were just getting to know one another,” Alicent said with a smile. “In fact, you should come to high tea on Sunday, it’s just us ladies and we could do with fresh blood.”

The invitation made Aemond smile so you couldn’t help but tentatively accept. “I work Sundays but I’ll see if I can get some time off.”

She seemed a little thrown that you worked a day job, as if she momentarily forgot that although you wore the designer dress and expensive necklace you were not a lady of leisure or a trust fund baby. Imposter syndrome came hurtling back as you took your seat at the table and found your appetite had evaporated like the woodsmoke that the chef had poured over the platter of cheeses.

Aemond’s hand found yours under the table and you clutched it like a life raft in the vast ocean. You only started to relax when his thumb drew soothing circles and he waved his free hand to the waiter to top up your glass.

“You’re doing great, Sweetpea. Not much longer and we can get out of here.”

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The valet pulled around the fountain and you frowned as the night lights hit his Mercedes, something was off with the perfect paint. Only it wasn’t perfect anymore.

Murderer.

The word has been scratched deep into the paint and you gasped at the sight. Aemond had frozen in place, his eye fixed on the ruined door panel as the valet apologised profusely. He had no idea who did it or how it had happened but swore security could check the garage cameras.

“Don’t bother,” Aemond all but growled as he swiped his keys from the young man. “I know exactly who it was.”

After he closed your door he walked back around to his side, his eye boring into the word spread across his door. You tried to read the myriad of emotions that washed over his face but they were too quick to dissect. Finally, he ripped his door open and shoved the key in the ignition.

The silence was tense as he drove south of King’s Landing and along the coastal highway that led to the city of Storm’s End. After miles of winding roads you couldn’t take it anymore.

“What was that about?” you asked, but he remained quiet as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Aemond, can you please explain what happened tonight?”

His lips pressed into a thin line and you weren’t sure that he would ever give you an answer but then they parted with a deep inhale.

“The men in my family have always been competitive, even as boys. It was how I lost my eye to begin with, a play fight between children that just…escalated. I never forgave Luke for it, not entirely, but we were still family.” He sighed and pulled over at a car park to one of the many lookouts over the cliffs. “When he got his licence, I challenged him to race.”

He unbuckled his seat and stepped out into the night as you rushed around to meet him at the safety rail that was supposed to keep cars from falling over the cliff face. In the dark you couldn’t see how far down the sea was but you could hear the waves crashing upon the rocks below.

“Two adolescents with million dollar sports cars, what could possibly have gone wrong?” he asked bitterly before turning to you and pulling his eyepatch off and tossing it into the abyss. “I just wanted to win. Nobody was supposed to get hurt.”

“Oh, Aemond,” you said softly as you took his hand.

“I lost control,” he whispered to the night. “I lost control and he died because of it. My own nephew died because of me.”

You lifted his hand to your face and pressed your lips to his knuckles as you cupped his damp cheek in the other. “It was an accident, Aemond. You are not a murderer. Trust me, murderers ran the streets where I grew up and you are nothing like them. Nothing, you hear me. You are too kind and good.”

You reached into his pocket and took the keys, gripping them tighter when he reached for them. “It has been an emotional day. Please, let me drive you home. Let me take care of you.”

Click here for chapter six.

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badgirl411 · 1 year

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A Work Of Art PART 2: (Modern!Nikolai Lantsov x Reader AU) FANFIC

Pairings: Nikolai Lantsov x Reader, Sturmhond x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is busy finalising things for the gala, life is busy and she is exhausted. Readying herself for another busy day at the gallery she hears news the infamous Sturmhond has struck again. The mysterious Cole shows up at Esthetica again and tensions rise between the two.

Warnings: strong language, alcohol, sexual harassment, crime, Vasily (again mf needs his own warning), raised voices, sexual tension

Authors Note: OMG you lot are amazing honestly thank you so much for the response to this its been unbelievable. I am having so much fun writing this and I genuinely hope you guys are liking it. I am aiming to get the next chapter up sometime on Sunday but possibly Monday as I am going to the local farmers market tomorrow, I havent left the house since my surgery at the start of the week so I am looking forward to getting some spring air in my lungs. I was listening to Nineteen by DYLAN while writing this so check it out its very good. IF YOU WISH TO BE ADDED TO MY TAGLIST PLEASE DONT HESITATE TO DROP ME A MESSAGE.

ENJOY MY LOVES <3

Since that day at the gallery you had been working non stop you were truly exhausted so sat here on your sofa in your apartment you nursed a glass of white wine hoping, no praying, it would allow you to have a restful sleep. Tomorrow would be spent schmoozing silent partners and delegating funds to vendors and catering, you must remember to get in contact with the security company to confirm the plans for the gala. Since hearing about Sturmhond’s most recent heist at the Tate Modern for your own sanity and peace of mind you thought it best to hire a hefty security team.

A deep sigh fills the air of your silent still apartment, your hand rests in the crook of your elbow that is thrown in the top of the sofa the glass of wine carefully still in your hand. Your eyes seem to focus on nothing as your mind drifts back to that day at the gallery in front of the painting, you try to remember his name as it seems to have slipped your mind. You could not forget those eyes or his boyishly charming smile or the feel of his much larger hand in yours.

As the tiredness seeps its way into every vessel in your body you decide it’s best to fall into bed and start again tomorrow.

The blaring of your alarm interrupts your blissful rest, eyes still closed and body still motionless you clamour blindly in an attempt to shut off the noise. Climbing out of bed you stretch your arms above your head and shake your body, arms and legs flailing trying to dissipate the sleep still in your bones. The clock reads 06:05am when you turn the shower on and ask Alexa to play the radio as you go about your routine in the shower, the radio alerts you to the upcoming news broadcast as you glide the razor over your calf from ankle to knee.

This is Drew Drummond with the latest news this morning.

Breaking news flooding in this morning listeners it seems Sturmhond has struck again, reports suggest that the art thief struck the Acropolis Museum in Athens yesterday morning making off with several terracotta warriors and another Ravkan painting. Police say that there is no evidence of tampering with the security footage and no alarms were triggered leaving the authorities and locals baffled. This marks the third incident from the elusive thief who last week hit the Tate Modern gallery in London, authorities globally have yet to identify them and reports suggest there are no viable suspects. More on this as it develops I’ve been Drew Drummond hoping you have a great start to your day.

You laugh shaking your head, Tatiana and Vasily don’t think the security team are necessary. You seem to be the only one who possesses any brain cells out of the three of you, because why would a world famous art thief possibly want to hit one of the most publicised charity galas this year where several family pieces and multiple collections are being displayed.

Reaching into your closet you pull out a simple cream dress, it’s length reaches just below the knee with a small slit on the side. Dressing yourself, styling your hair and applying a light layer of makeup you are ready for the day ahead. Gathering your handbag, keys and ID card you make your way down to the foyer of your apartment complex to hail a cab.

The gala is drawing closer, much to your own surprise everything seems to be in hand with little left to confirm a knock on your office door startles you from your thoughts. Looking to find the source of the noise you recoil internally seeing Vasily standing in the doorway, a smarmy smirk painting his face.

“Vasily hello, how can I help you.” A false smile makes its way across your face, my god you really should win an Oscar because your performance every time you are in the presence of this man is award winning.

“Oh nothing sweetheart I just wanted to come and see you. How goes the planning for the gala?” He draws closer to you leaning both palms on the edge of your desk, instinctively you lean back distancing yourself from the man in front of you.

“Vasily whatever it is you have planned I don’t have time for this, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I am much to busy running your gallery. Well my gallery now.” You bite back not looking up from the paperwork in front of you.

“ (Y/N) have I ever told you how sexy you are when you are pissed off?” An animal like growl is added to the mention of your name as he prowls at the foot of your desk like a predator hunting it’s prey.

You slam your own down in front of you but before you can even dare to look up he speaks once again causing you to roll your eyes.

“Alright sweetheart I will leave you alone this one time only because I have an appointment of sorts to attend.” He raises a brow at the mention of appointment and you know he means he’s got another model to screw or dealer to meet.

Your shoulders relax as he retreats from your office, you need to stop the crawling of your skin. You know just the thing. The painting.

Heading to the gallery floor you greet the people admiring the beautiful pieces hanging in the walls rounding the corner to your favourite spot. You should install a bench you think for the amount of times you visit this small space.

Standing in front of the piece titled The Fold you find yourself lost in the mar of dark brush strokes, eyes settling on the flecks of gold that adorn the piece. The piece is by an artist called Aleksander, his work is dark and moody but devastatingly beautiful.

“ Beautiful isn’t she?” The voice behind you knocks you from your daze.

“Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me.” You laugh nervously as you turn to find the source of the voice, oh my god it’s him. From last week, shit what’s his name. Kevin? Cameron? No Cole yes Cole that’s it.

“Cole hello sorry I was in a world of my own, what did you say?” You laugh nervously stepping closer to him arms folded across themselves still.

He steps closer pushing a stray hair that’s fallen over your eyes back into place.

“Beautiful isn’t she?” Your brow creases with confusion as you study his face, his prominent cheekbones and striking eyes. He’s slightly more tanned than the last time you seen him accentuating the blue of his eyes and the blond of his hair. “The painting, beautiful isn’t she.” He gestures to the piece you so often spend time in front of.

Shaking yourself from your thoughts you turn back to the piece.

“Yes, she’s remarkable.” You laugh nervously.

“Tell me (Y/N) what is it about this piece you love so much?” He is exceedingly close to you now but somehow you don’t mind.

“ The darkness of it I suppose.” He looks at you puzzled a brow raised in questioning.

“You see those beautiful gold flecks that adorn the canvas…” you gesture and he nods listening intently “ without the contrast of the dark brush strokes in the piece you wouldn’t be able to fully appreciate the striking beauty of the gold. I suppose for me I think that without the darkness the bad the bits you hate about yourself and everyone else you would never be able to appreciate all the gold the good bits the bits that make you who you are. The beautiful bits I suppose. It’s like that for everything people, places, objects… without the darkness how could we ever appreciate the light.”

He nods but shakes his head letting out a small chuckle, you are utterly confused as to what is funny.

“What? What’s so funny about that?” You are on the defensive.

“Nothing (Y/N) it’s cute you’re an optimist.” Again he shakes his head laughing.

“What’s so wrong with that?” You face him your hands are gesturing in a defensive manner.

“ It’s just a little naive that’s all no offence. You really think that everyone is good” he’s cocky this one you think. No offence, wasn’t he the one who asked my opinion?

“I think everyone has the potential to be good, I don’t believe a person can be whole heartedly bad or inherently good I think people have the potential to be a mix of both.” You try to reason.

He scoffs “When you’ve seen the things have I have seen you might have a different opinion.” His tone has a bite to it, maybe you were right to begin with when you sensed trouble but you can’t be sure.

“ Cole you asked me. I’m sorry but I have a gallery to run and a gala to plan I’m very busy.” You turn to retreat to your office to sulk.

A hand laces round your wrist spinning you around.

“I’m sorry, I’m an arsehole. I’m just saying when you have witnessed the things that I have it’s difficult to believe that people have the potential to be good.” You are confused, he stares at you breathless searching your face for signs of doubt.

“I was just saying I don’t think it’s impossible.” You counteract.

“ You know darling when people say impossible they usually mean improbable” he smiles pointer finger resting under your jaw moving your face which was facing downward to face him.

“ I just think there is something to say about the duality of everything. You know without the darkness of the night we would never appreciate the sun during the day. I truly think there’s beauty in everyone and everything. At least there is to me, like the way a strawberry coated in sugar tastes as it settles on your tongue. Or the way the sun sets below the skyline or the way a breeze kisses your skin. Without those little dark moments in my life I would never appreciate all those beautiful things.” You begin to ramble nervously as his finger still rests below your chin.

“You know Cole you might not see the beauty or the good in anyone but I can see that in you there’s a darkness but most of all there’s an abundance of beauty.” Your palm cups his jaw and your thumb gently strokes a few lines.

You begin to walk away to go back to your day filling out paperwork when he shouts your name.

“ Impossible” he hollers his face straight and still.

“Improbable Cole” you shout back when you hear him shout in the distance again.

“ God (Y/N) I love it when you quote me!”

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hangeslefteye · 1 year

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HCS for having a couple's Only Fans with EREN and REİNER SLIGHT NSFW WENT WRONG!!!

My hand slipped and I accidentally wrote some HC's for owning a mutual only fans with EREN and REİNER oops D: (If there's anything to add feel free)

Eren:As soon as you suggest having an couple's only fans he just jumps right into it lol no convincing,no second time asking..Because the idea of him showing you off to rest of the world and claiming you as his is too overwhelming %100 super excited lol.And the image of poor internet simps paying money just to see him fucking you dumb sends him over the edge D: But you were just too shy and didn't wanted to show faces and make it a secret which kinda turned him off but he does understands </3 by aiming on your tattoos to camera's angles on purpose and making you moan and scream as much as he can lol.Do you really thought he would understand???Like really??Honestly modern au Eren too would have LOTS of tattoos so people could tell its him but no.He wants your star to shine lmao.You guys can deff make some money out of it and get somewhat popular tho nothing big.Yet i can totally imagine one day Connie just comes along to show Armin and Jean a peek of his favorite sexual content AND THEY FROZE like???IS THAT????NO WAY?? Somebody just bleach Jean's eyes he's disgusted afff lol.And Armin poor baby baby Armin D: Connie is just clueless goes around saying things like 'Aren't this types of tattoos so popular at the time?Eren too has one lol' D:::: 'Look at the coincidence his name too Eren haha' his laughter slowly dies as he realises D::: Jean is just wondering how stupid Connie might be as he hears you literally screaming Eren's name OwO they silently and guiltly look through the entire content deadpanned D: And how they WİSHED IT WOULD BE THEM fucking you in front of THAT mirror holding you close possesively as you mewl THEİR name in a bliss, instead of Eren's. Just like many other man did.

Reiner:Ofc has heard about only fans but never even thought about it until you bring it up and TERRIFIED of the idea of someone close to you two discovering it!!(CAN YOU IMAGINE PORCO FINDING REINER'S ONLY FANS?????) Honestly at first he will only accept it for your sake but then again he easily goes out of his way just to please you at everything :') Only fans is just one of many <3.This also can be his way of telling the world that he is entirely yours and proud.Yeeet he's kinda shyy so wont show his face.But this makes everything better???Like his body is so hot and no face thing makes him incedibly mysterious.I wont even talk about his natural talent he so efortlessly good at this.Like think of him triying to get a bj without choking their s/o but gracefully fails and you are stupid drooling,coughing mess D: I can see BOTH FANGIRLS AND FANBOYS going crazy over him and at one point you might be like???Hello I'm there tooo????But can you blame fans?? He's just waaay too pretty even without his face showing. As a result you two make good money with it so neither of you don't complain xD UNTIL your page literally BLOWS!! and everyday people talking about it.Just imagine sitting at a bar with Reiner and people next to you casually talking about a video of certain 6'3 mysterious blond man fucking their s/o on air while they look like a tiny rag doll over him and reiner gets choked on his drinkk xD he accidentally becomes a national porn star :D Honestly he didn't even think he could make any money out of it??Let alone his videos going viral??Neither did you so this was a interesting suprise for both of you.In the end this is where you two decided to drop it but his legacy lasted a looong time xDDD On the other hand do you think Karina can tell it's her son that's moaning???BECAUSE SHE ABSOLUTELY HAS SEEN İT :D

+I accidentally pimped out Reiner IM SO SORRRY xD BUT HE'S SUCH A PRETTY BABYYYYY AHAHAHZGXCX <3 also I REALLY dislike Karina :P

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xamaxenta · 10 days

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You absolutely hvae been asked this before and I just am too lazy to search through and find it so indulge me: Any favorite domestic and/or modern Sabo/Ace fanfics?? Feel like I've read a majority of ao3's collection but I also haven't read fanfic for them since the summer and there is so much to dig through now. Just wanna consume cute bliss au's that have nothing to do with canon because canon is pain™

ooh yeah let me rec some of my faves and theyre in no particular order

Just relax by OmegaMuffin - canonverse but SUPER SOFT its really cute, Rated E

Tennessee honey by xiaobianfu -modern au roomates au where Sabos jock roommate also works at a maid cafe!!!! Whoaiai super sexy i love most of xiaos saboace/acebo works 🥹 also rated E bc im horny on main always

Anything from maridoll i actually would die for any of their fics, specifically these two theyre ongoing both rated M i believe:

the single thread i dangle from - Maridoll - modern highschool fake dating au, sabo comes from a very abusive household please be warned when you read the abuse was difficult for me to read (i cried) but wow. Their characterisation of Sabo and Ace are truly superb so much nuance i could scream

xxCollinear. By Maridoll - not rated actually so idk? Haha rated E for everyone? - modern au, in which Sabo and Ace are married and work at the same hospital but nobody knows theyre married and its SO. GOOD, i love when Ace is portrayed as the smart cookie he actually is so to have a fic where hes in medical just makes my heart throb. My god, never been so down bad lol. Its so good please give this a shot the formatting of the writing style is unique so i understand if its a bit jarring at the beginning but i got used to it

Are you ready for my favourite Acebo family fic ? Because its time for

Spend forever (next to you) by Saboob - ABO rated M, fucking AO3 calling me out yOu hAvE VIsitEd thIs pagE 73 tImEs— STFU I KNOW IVE REREAD THIS ALOT LOL its just that good, modern au, Ace and Sabo are a mated pair and its a soft four chapter romance of their life together and having their first child together (luffy) its ultra adorablr literally leaves me yearning every tiem, anything by Saboob is just MUAH perfection if you like acebo ABO and trans sabo this is IT folks

Nothingsodivine, atuin, salind, kingsofneon, necrosthe, drowningrat, gayfishface, sabaodytake, lerya, authenticaussie and shelbsoftheawesome all have lovely saboace acebo fics too if you havent already read stuff from them

These are just like the first page of my bookmarks im too lazy to keep going but i COULD and yeah

Thabk you to all these amazing talented writers who do all of this for free!!!!! I cant imagine life without reading your banging one piece fics 🥹💕💕💕

#once again AND IMMA SAY IT AGAIN I LOVE FANDOM WRITERS #YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST AND I WISH I COULD DRAW SOMETHING #FOR ALL OF YOU WHOS FICS TOUCHED MY HEART AND MY DICK—

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keegansgf · 1 year

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– #𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙧.

(I don’t accept dark content requests such as pairings including dub-con, abuse, etc. Not exactly comfortable writing that)

twitter dot com is diordotgov where I get quite silly

I write for COD: Ghosts, MW2, Hades, and blue eye samurai <3

I don’t write smut anymore, but I’ve been a sucker for domestic bliss— this is the page if you like a slice of life!!

I stick to writing fem reader content 😭

longer fics get posted to ao3 and wattpad too, headcanons stay here (keegansgf on ao3, diordotgov on wattpad)

- # masterlist.

– Blue Eye Samurai

Mizu

“mizu headcanons”

tags: band+uni and modern au, domestic bliss?, fluff, other characters too :3

“camp counselor au headcanons”

tags: pre-established relationship, summer camp au, modern au, band+uni au mentioned, fluff/overall silly stuff

"show me how"

word count: tbd

synopsis: tbd

tags: tbd

– COD: MW2

John "Soap" MacTavish

"spring cleaning"

Valeria Garza

“pink is nice”

word count: 1.3k

synopsis: some domestic fluff backstory on Valeria's pink nails.

tags: domestic bliss, fluff, silly wlw brainrot

John Price

“price head canons”

tags: domestic bliss, fluff

König

“könig head canons”

tags: domestic bliss, fluff

Simon “Ghost” Riley

n/a

Alejandro Vargas

“alejandro vargas head canons”

tags: domestic bliss, fluff

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

“partners in crime head canons”

tags: platonic, 'partners in crime' dynamic, platonic soulmates if you squint

“partners in crime head canons pt. 2”

tags: platonic, yk that’s about it

“kyle ‘gaz’ garrick head canons”

tags: domestic bliss, fluff

“perfect as always”

synopsis: just getting a check up. Something I thought about while making my gaz headcanons which, is above this fic on my masterlist.

word count : 1.1k

tags: domestic bliss, fluff, getting a flu shot, Gaz being a sweet husand

– COD: Ghosts

Logan Walker

“logan walker head canons”

tags: domestic bliss, fluff

“memory lane”

tags: angst(?) to fluff, hurt then comfort(?), happy endings, time skip, fluff

word count: tbd

Keegan P. Russ

"keegan p. russ head canons"

tags: domestic bliss, fluff

"my angel, my paradise"

word count: 2.2k

synopsis: you got injured enough to need a recuperation period. It's unsafe to leave you alone, so Keegan is left to watch you.

tags: injured reader, comfort, coworkers/friends to lovers, fluff

"chubby reader head canons"

tags: chubby reader, body appreciation, domestic bliss if you squint

"nsfw keegan head canons"

tags: nsfw headcanons (read at your own discretion, nsfw content), pre-established relationship, vanilla

“lilacs and roses”

word count: 1.8k

synopsis: War has come to an end and you've relocated to a town suprisingly untouched and thriving, the perfect place to raise a family- It's just like what the love of your life promised you.

tags: domestic bliss, happy endings, family, a sequel to "my angel, my paradise"

“first time head canons”

tags: nsfw headcanons (read at your own discretion, nsfw content), pre-established relationship, first time, domestic smut, fluff

“shopping head canons”

tags: fluff, shopping hcs, girly y/n being y/n

“think for only tonight”

word count: 1.4k

synopsis: Having your lover in reach post war is a lot easier for the both of you, but the extra work to recover from mass destruction and return to normalcy is draining, especially for Keegan. You just hope he'll allow himself to take it slow.

tags: reverse comfort (for being overworked), domestic bliss, fluff

– Crack

“cookout hcs”

train chatter - reader picking up price from the airport... chit chatting on the train... yk... the title...

college facts - fic based on my personal headcanon that gaz studied psychology on the side :3 basically the reader asking gaz what hes reading and the book is a college psychology textbook, gaz nerds out about it, etc

unamed - Gaz fluff fic. It’s your wedding day :D!!!

Valeria fic - unamed for now, forbidden lovers 141 reader

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wangxianficfinder · 10 months

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In the mood for...

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1. Hi! I came across your account again and here to ask if there is a completed LXCxF!OC? (Sorry if I sound like a mean person, it's just English not my first language and Idk how to ask. 😅) @lanxicenswife69

i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized (M, 50k, LXC/OFC, wangxian, canon divergence, isekai, transmigration, amateur cartography, butterfly effect, sunshot campaign, not everyone dies au, no golden core tranfer, dimension travel, politics, self-insert, foreknowledge, angst w happy ending)

quotev mdzs interactive ficverse series by yeeternity (T, 199k, LXC/OC, JGY/OC, JC/OC, canon divergence, self-insert, reader insert, OC sect, fix-it of sorts, angst w happy ending, sworn siblings with WWX) Also, another for 1, the first story set's the fic up, then second one is LXC's story

Taking roots after the misty rain by RoseJuneRivera (Not rated, 63k, LXC/OFC, wangxian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, rape/non-con, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, canon divergence, OCs, WWX has a sister, rebirth, pining, burial mounds, good person JGY, good parents JFM & YZY, secret rule breaker LXC, not everyone dies au, suicide attempt, murder, blood & violence, fluff & angst, WIP) I haven't read these two, but they seemed interesting and appear ongoing

Dance with you by Chilibun (T, 116k, wangxian, LXC/OFC, JYL/JZX, canon divergence, OC insert, fix-it of sorts, reincarnation, fluff & angst, hurt/comfort, implied/referenced rape/non-con, WIP) I haven't read these two, but they seemed interesting and appear ongoing

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2. hello, itmf for fics where either lwj or wwx is pregnant but they die of childbirth and we see the other mourning while still taking care of their child.

Gift of Memories by QueenXIV (G, 3k, wangxian, major character death, angst, hurt/comfort , sad, mpreg, bottom LWJ, good uncle LXC)

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3. I’m in the Mood for a Fic where WWX is really oblivious to LWJ courting him and they manage to successfully communicate and get together- I was rereading Gina3's excellent work " Impenetrable Walls " and crave a story with similar vibes and some resolution @okionlywanttoreadforever

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4. Hello, can you please recommend me loads of modern setting wangxian au with loads of fluff. I don't mind some Jiang family bashing mixed. As i am on vacations and i have nothing better to do , I feel like I am running out of wangxian fluff to read . Thank you in advance @sineofu

🧡 Night of the Living History (an edutainment special!) by Aerlalaith (T, 51k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Workplace Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Museums, living history, Some Plot, Slice of Life, Injury, a minor haunting)

I know what my heart wants by yakuso5u (Not Rated, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Father LWJ, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Accidental Child Acquisition, Domestic, Slice of Life, Christmas references)

(Planning the Day) To Meet You by Bettydice (E, 61k, wangxian, Modern, college/university au, pining, WWX raises LSZ, LWJ pov, fluff, slow burn, getting together, falling in love, smut, happy ending)

With No Particular Affection by Chrononautical (E, 92k, WangXian, Modern AU, Arranged Marriage, Kid Fic, Miscommunication, Family Drama, JFM and YZY’s A+ Parenting, Good Uncle JC, Wedding Fluff, Genius WWX, Street Kid WWX, Homelessness, Rich LWJ, Oblivious WWX, Cinnamon Roll WN, Implied/Referenced Suicide, WWX Has a Pregnancy Kink, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst)

Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy (T, 87k, wangxian, modern cultivation, music, kid fic, action/adventure, canon typical JGY behavior, slow burn, fluff & angst, happy ending)

paired wings soaring by typefortydeductions (E, 33k, WangXian, Modern, slice of life, domestic bliss, angst, fluff, smut, hurt/Comfort, kissing, bdsm, artist WWX, poetry translator LWJ, slight somnophilia)

Showtime by Scrippio (T, 115k, wangxian, modern, theater au, abandonment issues, fluff, director WWX, stage manager LWJ, reconciliation, pining, slice of life, happily ever after, accidental baby acquisation, light angst, one emergency surgery, but it’s fine)

box your errors by mellowflicker (T, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, single dad lwj, Domestic Fluff, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, let lwj have friends agenda, Hurt/Comfort, Pining)

🧡 Hello, IT. Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again? By overmountainandmeadow (T, 65k, WangXian, Modern AU, Office, Modern office AU, IT Director! LWJ, Graphic Designer! WWX, Father!LWJ, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Juniors as interns, Light Angst, Mistaken Identity, Identity Porn, Rabbits, Cloud Recesses as a company, Happy Ending, Single Parent LWJ)

my little love by mellowflicker (T, 54k, wangxian, modern, single parent WWX, kindergarden teacher LWJ, kid fic, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, pining)

all the problems we could solve by Stratisphyre (T, 20k, wangxian, modern, getting together, somewhat non-linear, fluff, humor, violence, meet-cute, identity porn, thieves au)

“I will climb to where you are” or: the bunny book by ladyofrosefire, NotAFicWriter (T, 40k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, LXC & LWJ, modern, pining, fatherhood, family, long-distance relationship, semi-epistolary, giref/mourning, past food insecurity, panic attacks, past parent death, fluff)

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5. hello! may i ask for story with a fat character? i'd love everything else to basically stay the same, to not really discuss it or agonize over it or anything.. i just saw a fat jyl art and thought it'd be lovely to read something similar (with anyone, though wwx may be a tad unlikely bc of starvation and such). if it's relevant, i'd love canon dynamics please!

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6. hi!! thanks for all the hard work :DDD

im in the mood for wwx sharing a body with someone!! I just finished 💖 Serrated by InkSplatterM and MrMissMrsRandom (which is fantastic and I very much recommend), and ive also read ❤️The One-Body Problem by Metisket and adore that as well!

shape me something new by perilously (E, 24k, wangxian, canon divergence, sharing a body, non-penetrative sex, masturbation, horror-adjacent imagery)

The Exorcism of Lan Yuan by EHyde (T, 5k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, possession, family, horror, experimental POV, slightly dark LWJ, ghost WWX, suicidal ideation) though they might be wanting something more cheerful

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7. Hi! There's this manga that I was recently reminded of because of an au fic from another fandom called Seven Days to fall in Love and I was wondering if there's an au in this fandom too? Any pairing but I do enjoy wangxian the most. Thanks 🙏

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8. This is pretty general, but I’ve really been wanting to read good case fics. Multi-chaptered or longer one-shots (I.e., minimum 10k words) are preferable. I also usually prefer fics rated M or E, but am open to well-written T and G. I have no other preference in terms of canon, modern, etc. I also don’t care about who tops or bottoms (if that’s an element of the fic). Thank you so much in advance~ ☺️

of buried things series by Sanguis (E, 30k, wangxian, modern w magic, haunted houses, case fic, witches, magical realism, mild gore, pining, getting together, smut, accidental baby acquisation, tentacle sex)

❤️ Seen and not heard by eatmyass (E, 51k, wangxian, case fic, no sunshot, kid fic, dadxian, strangers to lovers, found family, LWJ pov, pining, fake/pretend relationship, first time, falling in love)

爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 68k, WangXian, All the clan leaders, Literally so many OCs, There are just lots of people, Case Fic, Blood and Injury, Demons, Body Horror, Mystery, The intrinsic horniness of wound tending, Yearning 2: The Electric Boogaloo)

Howling by MimiSpearmint (E, 40k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mortal Instruments Fusion, Horror, Eldritch, Domestic Fluff, Single Parent WWX, Witchcraft, Getting Together, shifter!lwj, yllz!wwx, Intercrural Sex, Hand Jobs, Angst with a Happy Ending, Switch WangXian, a bit of a degradation kink, anti-STI sex talismans, Anal Sex, Oral Sex)

all this, and love too by friedkiki (M, 33k, wangxian, post-canon, case fic, possession, pining, body horror, getting together, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, detailed warnings in notes)

Ribbons and Heartsongs by jeyhawk (E, 36k, wangxian, fantasy au, scifi au, dimension travel, case fic, loss of virginity, marriage proposal, pining, sharing a bed, werewolf WWX)

moonlight caught in mutton fat by Raitelzen (T, 45k, WangXian, Case Fic, Curses, Curse Breaking, Transformation, mild body horror, Hurt LWJ, Ghosts)

build me no shrines by occultings (microcomets) (M, 54k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, First Time, Getting Together, Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Hair Washing, Sentient Burial Mounds, Case Fic, Post-Canon, CQL Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Light Angst, Flashbacks, mild body horror, foot washing, Happy Ending, Non-Sexual Intimacy, …then sexual intimacy, [Podfic] build me no shrines by flamingwell)

Vagabond by xantissa (E, 65k, wangxian, post-canon, case fic, supernatural, slow burn, smut, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, hurt/comfort, BAMF LXC, bottom LWJ, top LWJ)

see you yesterday by glyphic (M, 138k, WIP, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Ghost Hunters, Time Loop, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn)

in your skin by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Horror, Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Non-Consensual Body Modification, kinda??, Reflections over death and self-worth, mentions of canon suicide, Near Death Experiences, [Podfic] in your skin by flamingwell)

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9. im looking for fics having similar vibes/plot/wangxian dynamics as this - To lurk, to lie in wait by trippednfell

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10. For the next itmf i was wondering if there was any fics mentioned wwxs trauma from being homeless in yiling as a kid, specifically food issues or dealing with creeps not just his fear of dogs thanks for the help!

in this place where we don’t have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, JC & WWX & JYL, WN & WWX & WQ, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JC & WQ, JC & WN, future JC/WQ, character death (WWX), JC shouting, humor?, JZX is ok for a Jin, necromancy) I remember characters discuss Wei Wuxian being traumatized, but I can’t recall if it was about his childhood on the streets or the abuse in the Jiang Family.

We all have a Hunger by KatAnni (T, 23k, wangxian, nighthunts, cloud recesses study arc, getting to know each other, getting together, implied/referenced child abuse, ghosts, dogs, panic attacks, hurt LWJ, minor injuries, fever, starvation, homelessness, WWX’s childhood, WWX’s canonical cynophobia, whump, angst w happy ending)

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11. Are there any fics which focus on Wei Wuxian rebuilding his core? Fics which focus on him meditating, fighting, cultivating to go from weak back to strong? Likewise fics which show the difficulties and struggles he faces while his core is still weak, such as being cold, weak, or needing to eat. (secondary question: would this kind of fic generally be included in the “golden core fix it” tag?)

Step Into The Stream by julomaiboulomai (G, 7k, LQR & WWX, wangxian, post-canon, outsider pov, 5+1, reconciliation, WWX living in Cloud Recesses, LQR pov, gusu lan rules) touches a bit of that in the background and I find it lovely

Away from Trouble by Ilona22 (M, 15k, WangXian, Not Jiang Family Friendly, WangXian gets a happy ending)

The Core Issue by Hauntcats (T, 21k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Canon Divergence)

Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 63k, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX , caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war, WIP) it’s a really good one WIP though ✨✨

the path to heaven (starts at the bottom of hell) by lightningalwaysreturns (M, 24k, wangxian, post-canon, immortality, family feels, future fic, mild sexual content, married wangxian, fluff & mush, canon compliant) There is a sequel too. It just as amazing.

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12. heeeeeeyy for the next itmf I’d like some mind reading or sharing thoughts or sharing feelings or that kind of thing with wangxian. I was thinking of something maybe funny like lwj and wwx just having a silent conversation while everyone else wonders why they’re staring like that at the other, but something more serious is welcome too!

Thanks a lot!!!!

Hope Dangling by a String by KouriArashi (M, 70k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, everyone lives, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, psychic bond, telepathy, communication, emotional/psychological abuse, jiang family feels, lan family feels, canon-typical violence, canon-typical politics, improper use of sacred forehead ribbons, gratuitous hair washing)

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13. itmf for fics where JC and LWJ become (or are already) friends

Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji being bros series by JiangChengLotus (Mostly T, 99k, JC & LWJ, wangxian, JC/LXC)

Time Kept Flowing by notoneforreality (T, 201k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, major character death is wwx, who comes back, Family, Autistic LWJ, Kid Fic, JC and LWJ raise the kids, Co-parenting is hard, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

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14. Good day! I hope you’re having a great time. So ahmm, can you recommend me fics where one character (like wwx or jwy) reincarnated/isekai in a novel they read and then became the side/main/outsider character in that novel? (Preferly if they tried to change things in the novel but I do not mind if there is a scenario where they tried to avoid being involved in novel’s storyline but still get involve lmao)

Any pairings will do as long as the idea was like that.

thank you so much!

Heart of gold by Yuqiyuqi (M, 4k, wangxian, historical fantasy, modern WWX, transmigrator WWX, arranged marriage, fluff & angst, slow burn, happy ending, WIP)

Reincarnated as the Prince’s Omega and He Wants to Make a Baby With Me!? by raviollialienking (M, 11k, wangxian, isekai, ABO, arranged marriage, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, mpreg, masturbation, frottage, WIP)

Dramaturgy by slex (slexenskee) (T, 62k, wangxian, canon divergence, isekai, modern WWX, bisexual disaster WWX, fix-it, WIP)

Round One GO! by kat8cha (M, 12k, wangxian, video game world au, always different sex au, fighting game, trans character, fem LWJ, fem WWX, hijinks & shenanigans, incense burner, LWJ has YLLZ kink)

Reincarnated as the Novel's Villain by hishirin (Not rated, 28k, JC/LXC, JYL/JZX, wangxian, isekai, reincarnation, medieval au, villainess au, athlete JC, slow burn, knight JC, wizard WWX, crown prince LXC, enemies to friends to lovers, prince LWJ)

transmigration for dummies by magnvseffect (T, 14k, LJY/LSZ, canon divergence, scum villain au, transmigrator LJY, humor, implied/referenced character death, WIP)

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15. Hey, I'm looking for fics about the older siblings being friends and teasing/commiserating over their younger siblings? Like mingjue, xichen, yanli, and wen qing as a friend group. Shanastoryteller's modern school au sort of has the right vibe but isn't entirely there

Thanks! @captainkaithr

Give a Little Love by westiec (T, 12k, JYL/NMJ/LXC/WQ, WangXian, NHS/JC/WN, MM/QS, XuanLi, 3Zun, Modern with Magic, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Polyamory, Miscommunication, Mentioned JGS, Humor, Slice of Life, Family Drama, WWX's Canon Obliviousness, sword fights, Getting Together, Good Sibling JZX, Apology Dumplings, Nonbinary NHS, the Mortifying Ordeal of Friends and Family, [Podfic] Give a Little Love by RevolutionaryJo)

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16. hi! can you suggest me any juniors (trio/quartet) time travel, where these juniors meet young wangxian?

also, i hope you can recommend me other fics related to junior + wangxian as well! thankyou <3 @oceanfl0wer

unhappy stories with happy endings by Last_for_Hell (M, 30k, wangxian, the junior quartet, watching some memories not the whole series, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, references to torture, PTSD) not time travel, but the juniors see memories of younger wangxian

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17. Any fics of ghost wei ying in ghost city?

Teatime with the Dead by Winxhelina (T, 6k, wangxian, ghost city, ghost WWX, love confessions, kisses, happy ending, fluff & angst)

💖 The Red Ribbon by Xiao_Hua (M, 20k, wangxian, hualian, ghost city, cultivation partners, immortality, fluff, supreme ghost king WWX)

Can we skip to the Good Part? by pink-lotus-pods (Waterlogged_fireflies) (T, 107k, hualian, wangxian, crossover, YLLZ WWX, slow build, canon temporary character death, Fix-It of sorts, panic attacks, suicidal thoughts, genius WWX)

Faithless by RohanBerry (M, 46k, wangxian, hualian, god LWJ, ghost WWX, dark LWJ, protective LWJ, friendship, pining, angst w happy ending, slow burn, WIP)

Waxing Moon Officer by Sal13 (T, 11k, WIP, WangXian, Minor HuaLian, Minor MianQing, Crossover, Ghost WWX, WWX in WWX's Body, Hurt WWX, Suicidal WWX, Amnesia, Deity HX, Lotus Pier worships HX, WWX Is Good With Children, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Oblivious WWX, BAMF WWX)

Wei Wuxian and Ghost City Series by Flower0018 (Not Rated, 6k, HC & WWX, YLLZ WWX, Ghost WWX, Canonical Character Death, Ghost City, HC-Centric, Light Angst)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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purplefangirl42 · 11 months

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I Found You

Summary: After an argument left Silco apart from his partner, he is left to reflect on his mistake. A song at Jinx's wedding causes him to make a realization about his relationship and pushes him to fix things before it's too late.

Pairing: Silco/GN!Reader

A/N: This is belated birthday gift for my friend @deny-the-issue 💜 love you lots Jasper!

Tags/Warnings: Fighting/Making Up, Wedding Planning/Weddings, Modern AU, Fluff, Slight Angst, Song Fic, Background Timebomb, Past Vanco mention

Song: Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez (edited to make it GN)

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Silco stared out the window of his office, letting the lights of the city outside fade in and out of focus as he contemplated what the next day held for him. Tonight had been a disaster, not that he had expected anything different from the situation. The only thing that seemed to have gone well was that Jinx had enjoyed the evening, which he supposed was the most important thing. He didn’t have a lot of experience with weddings, but he thought that they were generally a happy event, even with family drama. Namely drama between a parent of the bride and his partner.

The empty seat beside him at the table tonight spoke loud and clear. You were still upset with him and hadn’t even bothered to put up a happy front and deal with him for an evening, not even for Jinx. Then again, you were still present, just seated somewhere else; so he supposed you had chosen to support Jinx at her rehearsal dinner after all. He had only gotten a glimpse of you as you pushed past him on your way out of the hall, never getting the chance to even speak with you.

“Dad?” a quiet voice asked from behind him, interrupting his inner turmoil.

Silco turned his chair around from the window to face his darkened office. Light from the hallway spilled in through the open door, where Jinx was standing. Even in the dark, he could see the sparkles on her blue dress winking at him. Jinx had a concerned expression covering her features, and at the confirmation that he was in his office, she stepped in and closed the door behind her.

“Are you okay? You left early.”

Silco sighed and stood from his office chair, circling around the desk to meet his daughter in the middle of the room.

“I’m fine, Pumpkin,” he said, reaching out with his thumb to smooth the worry lines between her eyebrows. “Just tired.”

The comforting motion was something you always did for him when he was stressed. It seemed he had picked up one of your habits during your relationship. He wondered if he would ever feel your soothing touch again. Jinx wrapped her arms around his midsection in a tight embrace, grounding him.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

Silco pulled back from her embrace to look down at her in confusion.

“Whatever for? If anything, I should be apologizing to you. This is your weekend, you don’t need to worry about what’s going on with me.”

“I know the fight was my fault,” Jinx said, averting her gaze. “If I hadn’t gotten so upset about what happened, they wouldn’t have spoken up and you guys wouldn’t have fought.”

Silco pulled Jinx back into his embrace and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, swaying her back and forth gently to soothe her. She had been doing so well lately, apart from the outburst of a few days ago. He would do anything in his power to help her maintain the blissful state of mind she had been enjoying.

“Don’t even think about it like that, Jinx. What happened wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own. I shouldn’t have snapped at them like I did. I caused the fight, not you.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

Jinx pulled away from the embrace and stared up at him. Her bright blue eyes narrowed as she pointed one of her manicured fingers at his face.

“You better be in a good mood tomorrow. If you spoil things, you know Vi won’t be happy.”

Silco rolled his good eye at her threat. He couldn’t think of a time her older sister was happy with him, even when she was a child. He didn’t blame her, as she had been raised exclusively by Vander, along with her and Jinx’s brothers. He doubted there had ever been a good thing said about him in that household.

At least he had Jinx.

“I promise I’ll be on my best behavior tomorrow,” he said, placing a kiss on his daughter’s forehead. “I won’t let anything ruin your special day. Not even me.”

Jinx lowered her accusatory finger and beamed up at him. She hugged him one final time before turning and exiting his office, leaving him alone with his thoughts once again.

Jinx paced wildly back and forth across their living room, her long blue hair streaming behind her. Silco sat patiently in his arm chair, waiting for her to tell her what had upset her so badly. So far, all he had gleaned from her muttering was “who does she think she is” and “stupid Piltie”, which gave him absolutely no context.

Jinx finally stopped in front of him and threw her hands up in the air for a moment before angrily throwing them back down to her sides.

“What am I supposed to do?!” she cried.

Silco leaned forward in his chair, taking her hands in his.

“About what, Pumpkin?”

Jinx started ranting about how one of her bridesmaids, a girl she knew from art school, had mono and wouldn’t be able to be at the wedding. In an attempt to smooth over the situation, apparently Vander had suggested that Jinx have Caitlyn, Violet’s girlfriend, step in to fill the empty spot at her side.

Silco cringed as Jinx told him about Vander’s suggestion, which Violet had supported. Jinx had walked in on the girl trying on the dress meant for the missing bridesmaid to see if it would fit or need some last minute alterations. He knew his daughter was not fond of her sister’s girlfriend, and the thought of her inserting herself into her special day must have triggered this reaction.

“Would you rather have someone else step in?” he asked her.

He mentioned your name, saying that you could wear the outfit already chosen for you. Jinx replied that you would already be stepping in for a different part of the wedding at the reception and would likely feel uncomfortable being involved in the ceremony as well.

“You can always ask them,” he suggested.

“Ask who what?” came a voice from the door.

Silco and Jinx both looked up at the sound of the voice to see you entering the room. Jinx released her grip on his hands and threw herself in your direction, nearly knocking you over. Silco sighed as he heard her start to ramble on once again about the bridesmaid situation.

“Would it be easier to only have one?” you asked.

“But both Claggor and Mylo will be standing up for Ekko, so one of them will be without a partner!” Jinx shouted, releasing her grip on you to return to pacing.

Silco watched as you furrowed your brow in concern at his daughter. You looked over at him and caught his eye, which he responded to with a shrug. His involvement in this wedding had been mostly financial, as he made more money than Vander and Benzo combined. He had agreed to walk Jinx down the aisle, as was his duty as a father. Since he shared that role with Vander, the dance went to the other man. He hadn’t planned on participating much more than what he needed to.

After a few more minutes of aggravated pacing, Jinx stopped in front of his chair again. She looked at him with pleading eyes, tears forming at the corners. He knew what that look meant. She wanted him to fix her problems for her.

“Jinx, this is something you need to deal with,” he said. “This wedding is your responsibility. I can’t fix it for you.”

The only response he got was a pout, followed by loud stomping as she left the room. The sound of a slamming door upstairs made him flinch. Silco sighed heavily and rubbed his good eye with his hand. Soft footsteps approached him and before long, he felt your fingers smoothing the lines of his furrowed brow. He glanced up to meet your gaze, seeking the warmth of your affection. He was surprised to find a look of disappointment on your face.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you murmured before looking away.

“Out with it.”

“You’re her father, Silco. Your advice on what to do about a stressful situation means the world to her.”

Silco huffed in response. It didn’t surprise him that you were in Jinx’s corner. You always worked hard to smooth things over whenever he had an argument with his daughter. Usually in her favor rather than his own. It was something he loved about you, even if you weren’t on his side most of the time.

“She doesn’t want my advice. She wants me to fix it for her so she doesn’t have to do anything herself. She’s getting married, so she’ll have to learn how to do things without my help.”

“You don’t stop being a parent just because your kid gets married, Silco.”

Silco scowled and shook his head. He had already had enough stress revolving around this blasted wedding, and he was ready for it to be done. It was bad enough having to deal with Vander’s constant involvement, the last thing he needed was an argument with you.

“I know I don’t know much about raising children…” you started.

“That’s right. You don’t.”

Silco heard the words leave his lips before he could stop them. They had also come out much harsher than intended. He felt you flinch away at his tone.

“I only meant…” you started again quietly.

Silco waved a hand at you impatiently.

“Just go up and talk to her, since you seem to know what’s best,” he snapped.

The expression that covered your face was a mixture of surprise and hurt. Silco instantly regretted his words and wished he could take them back. He inwardly cursed his temper and stressed mind.

As he thought over the following argument between the two of you, Silco kept picturing your hurt expression. You had eventually left, heading back to your own place, leaving him to deal with Jinx on his own.

He should have called you the following morning to apologize, but he hadn’t. His foul mood had followed him into the next day, his pride keeping him from taking the steps needed to fix things. How was he supposed to fix Jinx’s problems when he couldn’t even solve his own?

The situation that had caused the problem in the first place had been dealt with. Jinx had agreed to let Caitlyn step in as her bridesmaid after a lengthy conversation with Violet over the phone. She hadn’t needed his help in the end, solving the problem on her own as he had advised.

Silco wasn’t sure if that counted as a win or not.

A few days had passed before he had heard from you again, and then it was only in the form of a voicemail. You had said that you wanted some time apart from him. When he had tried to call you back, you hadn’t answered.

He had hoped to talk to you this evening, but that had not worked out. He had been distracted and hadn’t been able to speak with you. When he asked her about it, Jinx had informed him that you were still coming to the wedding, but had asked to be seated apart from him. Something Vander had noticed, leading to their argument in the hall, which had been his distraction. By the time he had returned from his scolding, you had disappeared without a word.

He was providing quite the scandal. Father of the bride with not only one ex-partner present at the wedding, but two. At least that’s where it looked like things were heading.

Silco sat alone in the corner of the reception hall sipping on his drink, trying to tune out the loud obnoxious song playing over the speakers. One would think that the owner of a nightclub would be used to loud music, but for some reason, this time it was getting on his nerves.

He could see Jinx and Ekko jumping up and down along with their guests in the middle of the dance floor, Jinx’s long blue hair flopping carelessly around her as she danced. She looked like she was having the time of her life, which lessened his sour mood the tiniest amount. Her happiness was all that mattered today. That was enough to get him through the evening.

When the loud music came to a halt, Silco muttered a quiet thank you to whatever deity had heard his prayers for it to end its onslaught of his ears. The DJ announced that it was time for the happy couple to have their dance to their chosen song. Silco threw back the rest of his drink, ready to go get another from the bar. He could see his daughter’s dance just as well from there.

As he waited for his fresh drink, the song Jinx had chosen began to play. A spotlight was pointed at the couple as they swayed back and forth in time with the music. Silco hadn’t known what song she had ended up choosing, but based on the rhythm of the music, he felt she had made a good choice. He stood leaning against the bar listening closely as the lyrics began, tapping his foot along with the beat. The first few lines passed over him but when it reached the part he guessed was the beginning of the chorus, he felt his heart lurch in his chest.

“I would never fall in love again until I found you.

I said, ‘I would never fall unless it’s you I fall into.’

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found you.

I found you.”

Silco had never been one for sentimental feelings, especially in songs, but something about the lyrics hit him like a truck. He had never heard something so accurately describe how he felt about someone. How he felt about you. After things had ended so badly between himself and Vander, he hadn’t thought love would be possible for him again. That had all changed when he met you. Now he had screwed that up as well, leaving him in the ‘darkness’ once again.

As the song continued to play, his gaze drifted over the crowd until it settled on a form at the edge of the dance floor. You were standing there, looking spectacular in the outfit Jinx had designed for you. Silco watched as you swayed in place to the rhythm of the song, a small smile on your lips as you watched the happy couple in the center.

The song came to an end with a final reprise of the chorus that had touched his heart so deeply, the music slowly fading away. The gathered crowd clapped as Jinx and Ekko left the dance floor hand in hand. Silco could still see you through the dispersing crowd, as you had remained in your spot to talk to someone near you. This was likely the best chance he would have to try and get your attention so he could talk to you.

Abandoning his half finished drink, Silco pushed through the throng of people, keeping you in his sights at all times. He eventually reached your side and came to a stop next to the person you were speaking with. He cleared his throat to grab your attention, which caused you to switch your focus from your conversation to him.

“Excuse the interruption,” he said, trying to maintain a polite facade. “But could I steal you for a moment?”

You gave the other person a smile before nodding to him. He held out his hand for you, and you surprised him by placing your hand in his. He gently pulled you to a door that led outside the reception hall so you could talk privately. The cool breeze of the night air blew through the loose parts of both your outfits, but Silco felt it was refreshing after the stuffy heat of the hall. Once the door closed behind the pair of you, Silco felt you pull your hand from his. The loss stung, but he made sure to not show it in any way.

“The event has been lovely,” you said, taking a few steps away from him. “Jinx looks really happy.”

“Indeed she does. I’m glad things worked out in the end and have gone smoothly with no further problems.”

Silco hadn’t brought you out for small talk, but he wasn’t sure where to begin. He figured an apology was a good starting point. He said your name softly to refocus your attention, which made you turn towards him.

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I should not have said the things I did to you, and I should have called you as soon as possible to set things right.”

Silco looked in your eyes as he spoke, so he could see your expression soften as he was speaking, which he hoped was a sign that you would be able to forgive him.

“I know you said you wanted some space, which I will respect,” he continued. “But I wanted to at least try to make some kind of amends. I also wanted to make sure that you knew that I love you.”

Your eyes widened at his words, likely in surprise. Silco had expected that reaction, as it was the first time he had said those words to you, at least directly.

“I don’t say this to manipulate you in any way or to pressure you into forgiving me. It just seemed like something you should know.”

His heart pounding in his chest, Silco turned away from you and started back towards the door. A soft call of his name stopped him in his tracks, but he didn’t turn. He heard the clicking of your shoes on the pavement as you closed the distance between the two of you, followed by the gentle touch of your hand at his elbow.

“You tell me you love me for the first time and then you walk away?” you asked as you came around to stand in front of him. “Not even giving me the chance to say it back?”

Silco inhaled sharply at your second question. Did you intend to return his sentiment?

“You didn’t need to pressure me into forgiving you, Silco. I already have. Do you know why?”

Silco shook his head and avoided your intense gaze. Out of the corner of his field of vision, he saw you raising your hand in the direction of his forehead, no doubt to smooth the wrinkle between his brows. He made no effort to stop you, leaning into your gentle touch when your fingertips touched his skin. After removing your thumb from his face, you leaned in to place your forehead against his.

“Because I love you too, Silco.”

It was said so quietly that he almost didn’t believe he had actually heard it. Regardless, the words sent a beam of light straight to his heart, chasing away the impending darkness that he had feared would consume him once again. A snippet of the song that had pushed him in this direction flowed through his mind, leading him to a solid conclusion.

“I asked to love you once again.

You fell, I caught you.

I’ll never let you go again like I did.”

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