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Feelings Sold Separately

CHAPTER THREE (THE RULES)

Modern!Aemond x Reader (SUGAR BABY/SUGAR DADDY!AU)

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Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mind

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Friday shifts always seemed to go by fast, the regulars, and those who took fridays off to shop in the city, flooding in with hardly any reprieve. Eyla and Y/n served coffee drink after coffee drink, the pastry case practically bare, donuts and croissants suddenly much more popular than they had been all month. “Thank the Gods it's the weekend!” Eyla cried, putting her coat on in the back room as the two girls got ready to leave.

“I just hate that weekends are only two days.” Y/n pouted.

“Speaking of days off.” Eyla began, rummaging through her purse. “Any plans with Mr Sexy Voice?” She once again raised and lowered her eyebrows in suggestion. “Also known as a literal fucking Targaryen.” She scoffed a laugh.

“I haven’t heard from him so I don’t think so.” Y/n lowered her head, filling her coat pockets with her things, the new phone included.

“Ugh bummer. You should text him.”

“I don’t want to bother him.” “He’s literally paying you to bother him, I don’t think he’d mind.”

“He’s not paying me to bother him.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “He’s paying me to …” She paused, realizing she actually wasn’t sure what he would be paying her for.

“Sex?” Eyla asked.

“NO!”

“What? It’s a genuine question!” Y/n just huffed, hands in her pockets as she waited for Eyla to hurry up so the two of them could leave. “Okay I’m ready.”

The two of them went out the front door, locking it behind them before saying their goodbyes, hugging quickly, and saying goodbye for the weekend. “Stay safe!” Y/n called out as she watched Eyla turn the corner, the both of them going in semi-opposite directions. She turned her own corner, hands still in her pockets, clinging to any warmth they could.

“Y/n.” A deep voice called out, one she would have, before, gotten ready to fight, but the silvery blonde hair and eyepatch made her realize it wasn’t a thug wanting her petty change that was in her pocket, just the man that wished to make her wallet overflow with bills. “Did you get my text message?” He asked, a hint of playfulness in his tone as he leaned against a black car, Y/n stood in front of him like a deer in the headlights.

“Oh.” She whispered, she hadn’t even thought to check the phone after her shift ended, something she never had to do before. “I’m sorry, no.” She kicked herself mentally, ‘I should be better at this’, pulling out the phone and turning it on she noticed five messages from Aemond, ‘that’s quite a few’. She smiled, looking back up at him, ‘at least he seems to still like me’. “I’m sorry, genuinely, I’m not used to having a phone to check.”

“Hmm.” He stood up fully, his hands now clasped behind his back, his eye searching Y/n’s face for any hint of a lie. “I just wanted to know if you were free after work.” He asked, his eye finally meeting hers.

“Yes.” She blurted out, genuinely having never had a thing to do after work, she knew the answer quickly. “I’m free.” She said a little more composed this time.

“Hmm.” Aemond hummed again, ‘I swear he knows I like that sound more than I should’, he gave a smile, one that clearly he didn’t mean, the gesture never meeting his eyes, before he opened the car's passenger door. “Are you hungry at all?” He asked as he gestured for Y/n to get in, her body giving a slight start as she realized that yes, she was the one getting into a fancy car with a rich guy, this was in fact her new life.

“I guess so.” She admitted, buckling herself into the seat, her feet rigidly laid in front of her, her mind not allowing her to truly relax.

“Do you have a favorite restaurant?” Aemond asked, buckling himself in as well, filled with a similar amount of anxiousness, the two sat comfortably in their seats, but uncomfortably in their skin.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “Unless you count the Cafe I work in.” Aemond shook his head ‘no’. “Then, I have never eaten out before. Um, do you have a favorite restaurant?” She asked anxiously in return.

“I do.” He hummed, starting the car up and checking his mirrors, pulling out soon after before speaking again. “It’s not far.” He cleared his throat. “Do you by any chance like waffles?” He smirked, never once taking his eyes off the road.

“I love waffles.” Y/n smiled back.

The waffle place wasn't far from Y/n’s work, just a few blocks away, the place glowing a subtle blue, the sign lighting up the street as the sun began to slowly set. “This is your favorite restaurant?” Y/n smiled, standing just far enough back from the building to take in its full glory, the inside more traditionally decorated, a stark contrast to the world around it, the blue glow warmer than the harsh white that could be found everywhere else, funky patterns adorning any bit of fabric the place had to offer.

Aemond shuffled his weight from foot to foot, suddenly anxious about his pick, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a while. “If you would rather we could always …” He began.

“No! No.” Y/n shouted. “I love it, I’m just shocked that you like it here.” She looked him up and down, him once again wearing a suit under his tailored trench coat, no doubt a watch, that cost the down payment on the building in front of them, nestled beneath his sleeves.

Aemond just took a step forward, opening the door, some man in the back waving and calling out his name, Aemond’s movements so clearly pulling him to a specific table, his actions effortless and natural, as if he lived here. “My Mother used to take me here, just the two of us, when I was a child.” He softly said, a bit of resistance lacing his words, as if he was protecting the memory, yet honoring it at the same time.

Aemond had stopped in front of a booth, one away from windows, closer to the back, no doubt to hide his famous identity from nosey people. “I can see why.” Y/n said, sitting down on one of the booths benches, pulling her coat off before placing it beside her, quickly pulling out the new phone and her wallet, placing both on the table. Aemond did the same before taking off his suit jacket too, rolling up his button up shirt sleeves, showing off his toned forearms, the right one covered in an intricate dragon tattoo, the black ink contrasting his skin perfectly.

“This is for you.” Aemond cleared his throat, pulling Y/n out of her daze, a small bank card held out to her, the green shining in the Waffle house's light. “It has the entry fee of a hundred dollars on it.” Y/n’s eyes grew wide at those words, the card felt heavy in her hand, ‘Hightower Bank’ sprawled across it in fancy gold lettering, numbers underneath it, and her name written in puffed out plastic for all to see. “I have no access to the account, I can only send it money.” Aemond ensured, pulling out a small notepad and pen from his coat, then following a large folder. Y/n placed the card in her wallet, the old thing looking so undeserving of such a fancy card, a weird representation of how Y/n felt. Sure, a bank card had always been something she meant to get, but certainly not one from the richest bank in all of King's Landing, let alone most likely all of the adjoining cities and countries.

“Aemond, my favorite customer!” A man cheered, placing two menus on the table, quickly cutting off the previous conversation. “What can I get you two to drink?” He asked, looking at Y/n with kind but wondrous eyes.

“Can I have a water please?” Y/n asked, her eye’s meeting the man’s, then Aemonds.

“A water and a pot of coffee please, Daris.” Aemond watched as Daris walked away, Y/n still nose deep in the menu, trying to pick what she wanted, the menu full of choices, ‘too many’, if you asked her. “See anything you like?” Aemond hummed, pretending to look over the menu as intently as Y/n was.

“Yeah, everything.” Y/n laughed, looking at the small pictures that showed what select dishes looked like, the whip cream, chocolate, and fresh fruits all calling her name.

“Why don’t you get a few things?”

“I just got a bank card, Aemond.” Y/n scolded. “I don’t want to spend it all in one go.”

Aemond let out a low hum, this one clearly drawn out in frustration. “Why don’t we go over the rules of this arrangement before ordering?” He asked, waiting for Y/n to protest or ask a question, instead she just nodded her head, waiting for him to continue. “To start, what would you like to be paid?” He asked, clicking his pen open.

Y/n pondered for a second, looking around the dinner as if the walls held the answers. “Well, what.” She huffed out a puff of air. “What am I being paid for?”

Aemond smiled, the gesture genuine, impressed by her assertion, even if it wasn’t as confident as he would have liked. “Hmm.” He hummed, quickly wiping the smile off of his face, leaning back in his seat. “Well, I need a plus one to work events, parties with possible partners and their romantic interests of the month.” Y/n gave him a small smile at that. “Same with family events, I don’t think I can stomach another dinner alone with them.”

“Are they nice?”

“Some of them.”

“I guess, well, that’s better than none of them.”

Aemond chuckled. “You and my sister would get along well.” He leaned back in, the light above the table once again highlighting his features. “I also would like you to spend the majority of your weekends with me, and a night out of the week to go to dinner, just the two of us.” The last two requests seemed to be said with much more heart, want, as if they were the true reason he asked Y/n here today.

“As long as we can have dinner here.” She pointed her finger to the table harshly, as to prove her point. “Then you have a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yes, would you like to shake on it?” She asked, her confidence slowly fading, yet she kept a hold on it.

Aemond held his hand out, grasping hers and lightly shaking it. “It’s a deal.” He smiled, Y/n shooting him one too before pulling her hand away. “Also, whenever we go out together, I will be paying.” His voice was lower now, telling, not asking.

Before Y/n could argue Daris had brought their drinks, handing each of them a water and an empty mug, placing the pot of coffee, milk and sugar, in the middle. “Have you decided what you want to eat?” He asked, clicking his own pen in anticipation.

“I’ll have my usual, please.” Aemond asked, the plain waffles with a side of different toppings calling his name, as it always did.

“Can I have the chocolate chip waffles please?” Y/n asked, handing Daris the menu, and giving him a sweet smile.

Aemond looked at Y/n, wondering why she had settled for just one thing, but choosing to ignore it for the time being, Daris walking away shortly after. “Back to my original question. What would you like to be paid?”

Y/n sighed, totally out of her depth with this question. “You’ve had … Arrangements before right?” She asked, a nod of his head signaling ‘yes’. “What did you pay them?”

“This isn’t about them, Y/n, this is about you.”

Y/n sighed, as excited as she was for this whole thing to kickstart, she hated being the one to make decisions, though she was sure Aemond hated having her make decisions too, the look on his face teetering to and from anticipation and pure agony. “You’ve already given me a hundred dollars, which is a lot by the way.” Aemond gave her a look of disbelief. “So, what about a hundred each month? If that isn’t too much.”

Aemond let out a laugh, a mildly loud and gutful laugh. “Y/n, I only gave you a hundred dollars to open the bank account, I intend to pay you much more than that.” Y/n was now the one with a look of disbelief on her face. “You get paid minimum wage at the cafe, correct?” She nodded her head ‘yes’. “Why don’t we start with that then? Hmm?”

“Aemond.” Y/n pleaded.

“I could pay you a thousand dollars a minute and I wouldn't falter a step the next day.” He shook his head, pouring his coffee, taking a sip of it black before continuing. “I’m doing you a favor by paying you minimum wage, Little Dragon.” The nickname slipped off his tongue, and before he could apologize or take it back, a smile spread across Y/n’s face, her eyes softening at the nickname. “Is it a deal?” He asked, holding out his hand to once again shake on the agreement.

“Can we at least circle back to the whole ‘money thing’ in a bit?” She asked, holding her hand out, but not close enough for him to grab it. “Just to talk about it.” She added, once again pleading with him.

“Hmm.” Aemond liked her bargaining skills, the kind eyes doing wonders on his leniency, just solidifying that she would be perfect as a plus one to some upcoming events. “Deal.”

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MDZS Rec List 1: Canon-ish Wangxian

So, several years ago I started a rec list for a friend I dragged into MDZS. More recently I’ve seen some folks wishing to read fics that pre-date a lot of the current fandom trends. Since I stopped updating the rec list in like... early 2020? most everything here is from that before time. I hope y’all can enjoy some of the old classics, and maybe find new fics you haven’t had a chance to read. And for newer fans, I hope you enjoy some of these fics that might have gotten buried at the back of the archives by the time you joined in the fun!

Rec List 2: Supporting Cast Centric

Rec List 3: Early days of CQL fics

Rec List 4: Alternate Universe

Note: The List was too long for one post so I’ve split it up a bit.

Note 2: I am aware that not all the links work, this fandom has a terrifyingly high turnover rate of popular authors due to assholes who have harassed folks. I’ve tried to substitute in wayback links where I can, but honestly some fics are lost, and its a tragic loss to the community as a whole. But even if its just a name & summary on a rec list, I want to remember that they were there.

(S)- Short fic, either one-shot or up to three chapters in length

(L)- Long fic, four or more chapters

Everything Wangxian-centric that happens in Vaguely Canon-ish Verse:

*(L) SanRen by @kyogre-blue - fix-it where Wifi leaves Jiang Sect pre-studying at the Cloud Recesses to become a rogue cultivator, flashback canon major events still occur but avoids major tragedies

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16504007/chapters/38655827

**(S) 2 guys r in love that’s literally it by victortor; Wifi goes back in time and fixes stuff while being enigmatic (LWJ pov): https://archiveofourown.org/works/14110212

**(L) A Stone to Break Your Soul a Song to Save It by Rikke- Arranged Marriage fix it, case fic aspects and mutual pining: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16635728/chapters/39001631

*(L) Myopia by rustycol - fix-it post Qionqi Pass incident, criminal underworld adopts Wen sibs and Wifi, LWJ deals with cultivation world’s bs: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17797466/chapters/41988365

**(L) Despite it All by novalotypo- Wifi becomes a god, fixes some things, follows Wifi at first then switches to A-Qing in the second half, lots of mythos shenanigans: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17651438/chapters/41626145

(L) Impracticality of Zithers as Weapons by sushicorps- fixit-ish? Diverges at NightlessCityMassacre, set during wrapping up of loose ends, sad but sweet: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17339441/chapters/40794245

*(S) Light of a Purple Sun by Itabane- JC time-travels & fixes things, lots of Yunmeng siblings being awesome: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16111832

*(S) Tame by Rikke- Pet Carnage Turtle au, fixes Lotus Pier massacre, in general hilarious, shenanigans in Yunmeng: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17481809

*(S) The Turtle Master by gotcocomilk- Canon Divergent-ish? Wifi uses demonic cultivation to resurrect the largest corpse around, the Carnage Turtle (1st half pain, 2nd half soft): https://archiveofourown.org/works/22559614/chapters/53908015

*(S) Concerning Rabbits by manta- my favorite character study of LWJ, also contains lots and lots of bunnies: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20066995

*(S) PostOffice fic by Quixiote- The Saga of The Letters To The YiLing Patriarch as told by DushanYou sect Post-ivator Bai Ju- nice outsider perspective on LWJ: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17076176

**(S) A Little Happiness by @suspiciouspopsicle - De-aged LWJ, Wifi being an epic child-sitter, also some character-study aspects: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18677251/chapters/44293762

(S) Vermillion Seeds by iskendaris- Canon set Wedding fic- https://archiveofourown.org/works/16541753/chapters/38752643

(S) Cursed by Feynite- The Lan Clan is cursed with Love at First Sight: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16714237

(L) Grave of the Living God by gotcocomilk- Wei Ying travels into the past and lands in the private garden of Wen Ruohan. It doesn't go well: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18977119

(S) A Song You’ve Never Heard by arahir- Wifi is fatally wounded, LWJ is stubborn https://archiveofourown.org/works/17991521

**(S) LadyKG’s TimeTravel fixits series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1208874

**(S) The one starring Madam Yu that got moved: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1218921

(L) Here Again by TheDefenestrator- Another TimeTravel fix-it, the ritual sticking Wifi in MXY’s body went wrong so his soul is splintering, Lan bros help fix problem by yeeting Wifi’s soul back through time into his 12 year old body: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18118016/chapters/42832826

**(S) For Want of A by scratchienails- Canon Divergent, JZX was holding the bell and was thus unharmed and Qionqi Pass: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16538405/chapters/38743919

*(L) Cradle by Dragonesque- Continuation of FWoA by different author, very, very good, has a different approach to demonic cultivation, lots of good worldbuilding, also undead animals, sibling feels, and Wifi being hella BAMF: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17893868/chapters/42240629

*(L) Just a Stone’s Throw to Happiness by Vita_Orlando- a tiny stone starts a cascade of events that send canon into a different direction, features Yunmeng sibs being awesome together, LWJ gay panicking, Wen Qing being Epic and Wen Ning surviving: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17923955/chapters/42322781

(S) Autumn Reveries by qikiqtarjuaq- Fixit, canon divergence, marriage of convenience, mutual pining, Case fic-ish, Jin Sect doesn’t wait for Wifi to fuck up but tries to manipulate everyone into thinking he will, canon is a dream, https://archiveofourown.org/works/19051471

(L) Something Like by silvershadow- canon with a few small tweaks that send it into a divergence, nobody dies (mostly) starting at the 1st Qionqi Pass incident: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19743838/chapters/46730158

(S) 33 by wangxianist- post-buyetian massacre, whipping (canon torture), LWJ reflects: https://twitter.com/wangxianist/status/1147204547456032768

(L) Wait til the Sun Rises by radishtears- Night hunt casefic w/ Yunmeng Bros reconciliation: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17143787

(L) To Live or To Die, Together or Apart by Wangyue; Murder mystery, post canon, delves into secrets of the Lan Clan: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17750567/chapters/41881847

(L) The Boundaries of the World Series by lalunaticscribe/Wangyue; That one huge ass meta-filled casefic: https://archiveofourown.org/series/877923

*(S) Wolf’s canon compliant feelsy fics, focus on a variety of characters perspectives, some will lead to tears: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1336909

(S) I forget where we were by retts- Orpheus AU T-T canonverse: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19742548

(S) Operational Amplifier by chinxe- the one where Lan Wangji copes with his Feelings by writing self-insert fics, SO MUCH PINING, character study-ish: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18321905

(S) oh, hello, it's you, it's going to be you by wordsthatkeepyouhome- AU where your soulmate's first words to you are written on your skin, but your last words to them are written on theirs: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17055689

(S) For as long as I Live by @pallasjoannas - the marks they bear tell of the last words that their soulmate will ever say to them, Angst with a happy ending: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17826977/chapters/42061886

(S) Crack No Matter What I Do I Feel The Pain by Trickster_Angel- Goose Soulmate fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18602590

**(S) Scapegoat by astrobandit- four ridiculous things the Yiling Patriarch was blamed for, and one ridiculous thing that was positively his fault, set during the 13 years dead, surprisingly funny given the time period its set in: https://web.archive.org/web/20210122171336/https://archiveofourown.org/works/20057767#comments

(S) The Storm Comes and Goes by @naamah-beherit - Canon Divergence, Wifi doesn’t die, not really a fix-it either, A story of a single father, his two kids, a daydreaming disciple, and a pet crow as seen through the eyes of strangers. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18389696/chapters/43550306

(S) Naamah Beherit’s Drabble collection, I’m fond of 1&4 in particular where Wifi brings the Wen Remnants to Baoshan Sanren’s mountain before the siege: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17974094/chapters/42454952

(S) Lament not for him by wolframvonbielefeld- 13 confessions to a ghost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17327255

(S) Three’s a Crowd by etharei- The woods are full of single helicopter parents: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17241887

*(S) Nothing Gold Can Stay by Rikke- Golden Core Fixit, LWJ saves Wifi pre-getting tossed in the burial mounds and they go on the run: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16392617

(S) Response by Aki-no-Hikari- What if Wei Wuxian hadn't been silent to Lan Wangji's Inquiry?: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17535260/chapters/41316398

(S) Wifi had 9 lives and he goes through them like kleenex: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17252258

*(L) Death of a Ghost by gotcocomilk- after his death Wifi haunts Lotus Pier, teaches Jin Ling, and reconciles with JC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19227964

Breaking Through Series by @suspiciouspopsicle - A canon divergent series of fics in which Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian end their arguments by screwing rather than walking away. Sad, angry porn, eventual happy ending, it hurts my heart then heals it: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1220735

(S) What Rests on Tea by gotcocomilk- Fix-it, JZX survives Qionqi Pass, Wifi invents all the things, everything is soft https://archiveofourown.org/works/19791601/chapters/46856212

**(S) Clarity by @suspiciouspopsicle - after his mother’s death LWJ begins to fade (i love this one so, so much): https://archiveofourown.org/works/18927202

(S) Fruits from the Frost by RennieOnIceCream- Hanahaki disease au, heartbreaking but so very, very good. Angst w/ a happy ending; first chapter LWJ’s pov, second chapter Wifi’s: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17399102/chapters/40952789

(S) The Cruelty of Fate by Procrastination_Sensation- Soulmate AU where when a person dies their ghost haunts their soulmate, featuring post-BM-siege ghost!Wifi hanging out with LWJ for the next 13 years with some side 3zun shenanigans: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21176684

(S) Lover be Good to Me- aurail - 63 canon verse, feminist themes, very real look at how LWJ and Wifi would be treated and react to their treatment as women in a historical setting, excellent LWJ voice: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21389677/chapters/50955112

(L) Sanctuary: Hiding in a Golden House by lalunaticscribe- In which Jingyi accidentally frees the ghost of a Lan Clan ancestor and shenanigans ensue, family lore and supernatural hijinks: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13410255/chapters/30725271

(S) Asymptotic by chinxe- The fic where Wifi is a wandering ghost & LWJ still falls in love with him: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17759762/chapters/41904701

(L) A Match Made in Heaven by Ariana- After getting fed up once and for all with Wei Wuxian getting into trouble, Madam Yu decides it’s time to call in the matchmaker: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17927624/chapters/42332630

(L) Dignity & Animality by anielka- Watership down fusion? Wifi is reborn as a rabbit right after his death, contains rabbit culture from Watership down but set in canon verse: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18529261/chapters/43916551

(L) Reading MDZS by Athane- characters enter dreamscape and are given a copy of the novel, a good read mainly for JYL and JZN getting to interact with Jin Ling, JC, & Wifi, some sib relationships patched up, Wangxian are shameless & LQR spits up lots of blood: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15548160/chapters/36093876

(S) Habits of Defiance by Feynite- ABO but with excellent trope subversions, bonus LWJ panicking over feelings through out and its hilarious: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18321716/chapters/43370582

(S) Of Swords & Scabbards by etharei- Sizhui gets kidnapped, Wifi is bamf and Suibian gets time to shine (humor): https://archiveofourown.org/works/17906063/chapters/42273032

(L) What do you mean this goes in that by nanthebread- Wifi teaches Sex Ed (humor): https://archiveofourown.org/works/16118126/chapters/37652783

(L) Serrated by InksplatterM & MrMissMsRandom- There’s an issue with the summoning and MXY and Wifi share a body, interesting character exploration on MXY: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17703410

(L) Forget Everything but the Flowers & My Love for You by Leffy- Reincarnation fic, technically modern but still canon verse so? Wifi is immortal and he finds LWJ life after life: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1189342

(L) The Present Past’s Future by pearliegrimm- Wei Ying, Lan Zhan and their five collective brain cells are transported into the modern world. Antics Ensue: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19366369/chapters/46077322

(S) The Good Things in Life by retts- When the first reports of zombie attacks flashed on TV, Jiang Cheng immediately called Wei WuXian and shouted, ‘Is this your doing, you piece of shit?’ Future fic, Immortals, Zombie Apocalypse: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17818724

**(S) Mediator by astrobandit- JZX enlists LWJ's help in getting along with Wifi, a fix-it happens: https://web.archive.org/web/20210124151834/https://archiveofourown.org/works/20589404

(L) Lying on the Edge of a Star by @suspiciouspopsicle - WiFi is god of the new moon and an unrepentant mischief maker & LWJ is the same as canon and falls hard and pines: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20044552/chapters/47467198

*(S) You’re a bird in the water | I’m a fish on the ground by plonk; Mer AU; Canon-Era; It takes half a year of being married to a human before Wei Wuxian learns that he can, in fact, have intercourse with his husband.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27679534

(S) Of Skin & Scales by firesonic152, Dragon-Wifi, Canon-era, Primary plot during the burning of the CR, flashbacks to LWJ’s childhood. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19242550/chapters/45757399

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I cannot add all of @mondengel‘s ficlets because there are too many and they are all amazing. Please check out their writing tag & ao3 for all sorts of fantastic tidbits: https://mondengel.tumblr.com/tagged/My-writing

(S) When Fish Soar- Canon verse, Wifi is a merman, LWJ is a dragon, JC & LXC are long suffering: https://mondengel.tumblr.com/post/185120435088/when-fish-soar

(S) Untitled- the moms of mdzs are a force to be reckoned, pre-canon fixing of Mom & Dad Lan’s situation: https://mondengel.tumblr.com/post/184976390988/madams-yu-jin-lan-and-cangse-sanren-all-being

(S) Demon in the Blood- Wifi doesn’t make it out of the BM but something wearing his skin does: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24899983

(S) The Nie Sect Conference That No One Will Ever Discuss Again- On ao3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18720910

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(S) 5 Times Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng Had a Civil Conversation, and One Time They Didn't by tabula x rasa- YUNMENG BROS RECONCILIATION FIC!! GOOD SHIT!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/20331826

(S) A Flower in Bloom (or WWX crashes a Party) by UmbrellaMartialGod- Post canon, Wangxian are chaotic as fuck, crossdressing, all the shenanigans: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17594471/chapters/41472860

(S) Shattered Dreams by pupeez4eva- Wifi time travels to the moment before JYL dies in the nightless city & saves her at the cost of his own life, some things change, some things are fated https://archiveofourown.org/works/21280649/chapters/50670596

*(S) Bestseller by pupeez4eva- when Wei Wuxian writes the Xianxia cut-sleeve equivalent of Fifty Shades of Grey, based entirely on his experiences with Lan Wangji, he doesn’t expect it to become the next big hit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21528316/chapters/51318766

(S) Losing my Mind by pupeez4eva- CR era, Crack-ish, On a drunken dare, Jiang Cheng drinks a potion that allows him to hear other people’s lustful thoughts. It’s just his luck that he’s stuck in close vicinity with the guy who is completely and utterly besotted with his idiot brother. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21792202

(S) rare the man who'll hold to faith by Fahye- Canon-ish AU, 'sir gawain and the green knight AU', a sect discussion is interrupted by the dread YilingLaozu and LWJ challenges him: https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/23277532

*(L) Focal, Filler, Line by bosbie- Canon Divergence, Wifi is resurrected by MXY but disappears after Dafan mountain, sort of flowershop au-ish?: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17256188/chapters/40579643

*(S) Crack A Ribbon beats a Red String of Fate by Titans_R_Us- Ribbon Marriage Proposal (And by proposal i mean shotgun wedding) fix-it, 3rd fic addresses the Wens and I like what they did with characterization of Wen Chao and Wen Ning, also Wen Qing is badass: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1256075

(S) Crack!!! Fic Questions at Dusk by ExtraPenguin- LWJ gives birth to a baby carnage turtle; very very crack, its included because i find it hilarious: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15657522/chapters/36368838

**Astrobandit’s account has since disappeared but some lovely folks have found the Wayback Machine links, please read all their work was amazing

#mo dao zu shi #fic recs

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aziraphales-library · 1 year

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Hello wonderful people! Your blog is amazing and so are you!

I was wondering if you had any fanfics where Crowley has an eating disorder? I wrote a fanfic about it called “Save me” (by atimefeeler) and now I can’t stop thinking about how little Crowley eats. It could be a human au or not but I was wondering if there were any fics about that.

Thank you so much!

Hi and thanks! Here are some fics in which Crowley has an eating disorder. Mind the tags on all of these, folks!...

The Only God I Pray To by Myusernameisineffable (T)

Crowley’s food issues post-Armageddon’t. A short one-shot eating disorder (not graphic) fic because I apparently love giving my faves ED’s. No real slash, but some developing relationship stuff between the best celestial couple ever, Aziraphale and Crowley.

all the days of thy life (dust shalt thou eat) by slipstream (M)

“I wish you would at least try some,” says Aziraphale.

Crowley stares at the loaf of bread cooling on the counter, fat and glazed gold and only slightly singed at the furthest edges. Folds thin arms over his bony chest.

His stomach is a hard, round lump at the center of him, weighing him down. Anchoring him to the earth.

And at Least I Understood the Hunger I Felt by Primarina (T)

Crowley's body decides that it's tired of living without food and starts giving off alarm bells. Aziraphale helps him through it. Lots of food porn, light kink, and a very content snake demon.

An Unquiet Grave by Butterbeerandbutterknives (T)

with·er verb 1. (of a plant) become dry and shriveled. 2. cease to flourish; fall into decay or decline.

Or, a look at Crowley's less than stellar eating habits throughout the millennia.

Where’s My Mind? by ebullience24 (T)

See, the thing is: Crowley is tall. His height had caused a few stares back in the days where the tallest man stood at five foot five. And, because of his height, one might be inclined to describe him as slender with spindly fingers and snake-hips. The pun is never intended on that last one but it stands true nonetheless. And Crowley would be likely to agree with these statements: he is tall and slender and spindly and snake-hipped.

But what Crowley would be less likely to agree upon is the statement that he, Anthony J Crowley, is underweight.

OR: Crowley has an eating disorder. Trigger Warnings now and at the beginning of each chapter.

Argumentum a fortiori by PeturbingPrism (E)

"From the stronger argument", the Good Omens Alternate Universe barristers fic you never knew you wanted!

Crowley could be a rising star at Brimstone Chambers, if he could control his temper and apply himself. Aziraphale is on the edge of losing not only his job, but his entire family over a disagreement over which organisations he has granted funds to through his beloved Miracle Foundation, the philanthropic arm of his his family's angel investment firm. Anathema tries to help her old friend out by introducing him to the only lawyer she knows who might be crazy enough to take on the might of Celeste & Sons.

Two people with different ways of dealing with their issues strike up an unlikely friendship, leading to love and healing. Lots of bickering, bookshop silliness, boozing, bentley rides, shared desserts and blushing.

And your fic...

Save Me by atimefeeler (T)

When Anthony wakes up in a hospital with no memory, he finds himself alone with nothing but a vaguely threatening note written in blood. In an attempt to save himself from an untimely death, Anthony goes about his life as if he wasn't currently suffering from memory loss. It really is too bad he can't figure out if his stunning partner if trying to kill him or not. Going on a date with him couldn't hurt, right?

...

“Do you think perhaps you could come over to the bookshop?” Aziraphale asked, “I would so love to see you, dear.”

“Yeah I- no!” Anthony nearly shouted and then clamped his hand over his mouth.

“No? Why ever not?”

“I can’t,” Anthony scrambled for what to say, “I’ve got-”

‘Diarrhea’ was on the tip of his tongue, but then Anthony caught a glimpse of his reflection in the black phone screen and blurted, “-an eye condition.”

...

or- Crowley has no idea why his plan to pretend he doesn't have amnesia is proving to be so difficult. It might be because the poor guy is actually a demon.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #eating disorder #hurt/comfort #mind the tags #mod d

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otakween · 1 year

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Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 - Volume 1

I'm doing things slightly out of order here, but I'd like to get to all the side stuff that came out prior to Tamers before I move on from Adventure. This is the first Digimon manga that came out (aside from C'mon Digimon which is contained within this release) so it'll be interesting to see those humble beginnings.

Ch.1

-So I guess this is some alternate universe version of season 1? (Or maybe like a beta version?) The plot feels a little similar to Digimon World where digimon are a battling v-pet IRL and the main character gets sucked into the digital world solo.

-In this version of the story, Taichi has a V-dramon. Unclear so far what level digivolution a V-dramon is or if it's related to Veemon. Zeromaru is a dumb name...

-Goggles AND a cape? That's a bit much Taichi...

-I like how doofy Gabumon looks in this. The digimon are way more cartoony and expressive so far.

-Full color and actual, red blood!? This manga looks fabulous on my tablet <3

Ch. 2

-More Digimon World vibes. The Holy Angel Castle looks a lot like the ice castle that you can only enter if you have a vaccine digimon in the PSX game...

-There's a "should digimon have human partners?" element here that we haven't really seen in the show yet. I feel like this question is inevitable for most mon series.

Ch. 3

-Okay, I'll admit, I didn't see the pun in "Zeromaru" (maru is another way to say zero) until this chapter. I hate the name slightly less now.

-A Tonosama Gekomon and a HolyAngemon are a pretty bizarre combo lol

-I really love the art style in this actually. Chibi-mode Taichi was adorable in this chapter and the colors are really nice as well. I wish we got more full-color manga releases like this one!

-So Demon is gonna be the big bad in this? That's kinda nice actually cuz he got majorly short shrifted in 02. Seems like his design is completely different here. Kinda looks like Ogremon...

Ch. 4

-I kinda like how the wild digimon get names in this. Since every digimon from the same species seems to be pretty much identical, giving them names allows me to become more attached to them.

-Only just realized that I don't really know why Etemon is called Etemon. I tried googling it and the Digimon wiki's explanation didn't really help...

-Pretty wild that Gabo said "God is gone" lol. Also, Digi-world creation myth confirmed.

-The manga's McGuffin was introduced: V-tags. I'm guessing the "V" is for "Virtual," but if you're going to call everything "digi" that seems to go against the branding a bit...

Ch. 5

-Okay Gabo's incessant "You guys need to act more concerned!!" gag is getting really annoying. He says it like every 3 pages!

-I had no memory of Deltamon so I thought he was new, but I guess he appeared in an 02 episode? He's really ugly. Also, how many samey dino digimon designs do we need!?

Ch. 6

-These chapters are super short and since a lot of them are battles, they take like 2 minutes to read. Perfect for young kids I guess!

-That triceratops with pecs was pretty cursed.

Ch. 7

-When the digimon are hurt their skin cracks like they're made of plastic or something. Kind of a weird choice...

-Another thing that differs between the manga and anime is that we see Taichi perform first-aid care after fights. The anime doesn't really show a lot of wounds in the first place and usually the digimon just rest to heal.

Ch. 8

-I was surprised to see MarineDevimon who doesn't appear in the anime until 02. I wish I knew more about which chapters of this came out when because it apparently came out over the course of 5 years (1998-2003) -- Edit: this info is thankfully on the wiki

-In this chapter Gomamon says that Triceramon being a data-type means he's a "good" digimon. In the anime they said that even virus-types can be good. So maybe that's more of a prejudice than a fact? (Or it's just different in the manga).

-Gomamon is so baby in this!

Ch. 9

-This manga reminds me of Yu-Gi-Oh! season 0 where everything is just slightly off.

-The digimon are more blatantly programs and apparently if you go inside them it's just a neon void? Also, I guess the 01 in the manga's title is a reference to binary.

-Let's see how much random stuff the digivice can do in the manga. So far it allows you to scan digimon for their HP and to communicate telepathically.

Ch. 10

-Already 2 out of 5 tags collected which means that this tag collecting thing is probably just one out of many arcs.

-For some reason the official release goes up to chapter 10 for volume 1 but the fan scans go beyond that? I'm going to stick to the official release because 10 is a nice clean end point.

This manga seems pretty typical for a game/anime-tie in for young boys. The chapters are very easily digestible and nothing too deep happens. The magazine it was serialized in, V-Jump was also home to things like Yu-Gi-Oh!, Dragon Ball and Dragon Quest, so the demographic is pretty clear. I'm really enjoying the artwork mostly. I wish there were more character moments but the reoccurring cast is pretty dinky at the moment. Let's see where this goes!

#digimon adventure v-tamer 01 #digimon #manga

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superliz6 · 2 years

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66 76 87 93 for both

67 76 85 for Kaz

70 96 for Lin

For Both Lin and Kaz:

66. When was the last time your character got sick? Who took care of them?

Oh man there's a canonical answer for Lin and I guess it'd be in Zaofu and the answer is - nobody lol. Or maybe, Suyin's staff hahah.

Kazuo doesn't get sick often, but last time he had a cold his ex-gf Yuri made him soup :)

76. What annoys them about the religious groups in their area?

Oh I'm so glad someone asked me this! Idk if you've read the Kyoshi books but they have a great detail in them that Fire Fountain City is built over a deposit of natural gas and that back before people knew this it was considered a spiritual mecca bc people would go there and trip balls from inhaling this stuff- having crazy visions and stuff so they all thought it was spiritual.

In 'modern' times, of course they have figured this out and a lot of engineering went into making the city safe and directing the gas to things like the Fire Fountain in the middle of the city (which is now a statue of two dragons and not Ozai). ANYWAY- there are still little cultish sects of people who gather here and try to sabotage the piping system in order to get high and have visions. Obviously, such an occurrence would be a huge pain in the ass for Kazuo and a safety hazard for the city in general. There are a lot of laws that protect these groups and they don't spend much time in jail whenever they manage to break open some vents so it's an ongoing issue and Kazuo absolutely wishes he could deport these lunatics.

Which leads me to the Lin part of this answer-- these spiritual cult people are totally Lin's problem now. She can't stand them either. Since Korra opened a portal to the spirit world in the middle of a city with plenty of conveniences (ie not somewhere in the barren wasteland of the poles) this same cultish sect has mostly abandoned Fire Fountain and set sail for Republic City where they can come and go from the Spirit World as they please. They're constantly tying themselves to vines that grow through people's homes so the vines aren't removed, they stage protests on behalf of spirit creature rights, and do a lot of panhandling to fund their efforts.

87. Would they rather fly or be immortal?

I think they're both wise enough to choose flying on this one.

93. If they were forced to dye their hair, would they rather dye it purple or neon green?

Omg LOL. I cannot imagine either of them doing either of these colors. Maybe a deep purple would be less noticeable than any shade of green? hahah

For Kaz:

67. Do they know what memes are? If so, what memes do they quote on a regular basis?

He lives in a meme-free time period, but for the sake of this question I feel like he would get a lot of mileage out of closing his eyes gently and saying "I pretend I do not see it"

85. Picture this character’s worst enemy. Now write a short scene in an alternate universe where they fall in love with their enemy. What attracts them to each other? Try to find personality traits that the characters fall for (not just physical attraction).

LMFAOOO God. I don't know if I can do this. It's his brother in law Goro and uhhhhhhh idk man.

For Lin:

70. When they go to the beach, do they use sunscreen? Lotion or spray-on?

Ok, this one is also good bc I think Lin prob uses some real hardcore sunblock (lotion) that's like 95% zinc and makes her look like a straight up ghost.

96. If they were able to compete in the Winter Olympics, what sport would they compete in?

I'm going to go with the luge bc this is what i envision when someone asks Lin to talk about her feelings:

#kazuo #lin beifong #linzuo #idk man i gotta drink before writing that goro part #also god bless the ask about the religious groups that's an HC I have that I haven't had a chance to put anywhere lol #lok #beifongs #lin

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[VICE VERSA episode 8 parts 1&2]

I GOT SO INTO IT I’M WATCHING ANOTHER EPISODE LET’S GO

If they don’t kiss in this one I swear to god

“Though the board is a little intimidating” and a bunch of assholes

All goodwill episode 7 built up for Puen is gone thanks to that jumpscare

“You’re so into being Tess these days” I mean, it /has/ been a year

Puen trying to ease the tension by being all cheeky, he’s great

How and when did Tess’s dad become so nice, he was the absolute worst when we first saw him

HOW RICH ARE THESE JACKASSES

Oh no, their movie’s gonna be one of those low-budget low-quality below-the-radar I-asked-my-friends-to-be-the-actors movies that a YouTuber might find and make a review on

… what is Puen doing

“I don’t want my friends to sell their stuff, Tess’s is fine though, fuck that guy”

The actor who plays one of Tess’s friends sounds like he has a speech impediment and if that’s the case bless whoever cast him

Tess’s friends are so sweet, he doesn’t deserve them

JUST ADMIT YOU LIKE HIM ALREADY TALAY, GOD

CAT???? IF SOMEONE TOLD ME THERE WAS A CAT IN EPISODE 8 I WOULD’VE CONTINUED WATCHING

Legit thought Aou was flipping him off and god do I wish he had

HE JUST UP AND PUSHED HIM INTO THE CAKE WTF

“I can’t tell the difference between you and the cake” and cake is meant to be eaten so that means…………

“I’d eat it right from your face” Puen and I are on the same horny wavelength, not sure if I’m happy

Oooooh boy what did Tess do

All goodwill episode 7 built up for Puen is gone thanks to that jumps care <<<<< puen saying "you looked really stressed so i just relieved that for you" like my dude i know you mean well but if someone did that to me my stress levels would skyrocket

“You’re so into being Tess these days” I mean, it /has/ been a year <<<<< not to always bring this up but it will always be weird to me how some people refused to understand why puen would want to stay in the alternate universe when even talay, who actually has friends and family in their universe, started to think about tess' parents as his after a while (im not saying puen is right, obviously, but after a year of living as someone else it's hard not to get attached to that life, but im gonna get more into this in the next episode)

Puen trying to ease the tension by being all cheeky, he’s great <<<<< I WILL NOT LET YOU FIGHT ALONE!!!!!! WHERE THERE'S YOU THERE'S ME!!!!!! YOU ALWAYS HAVE ME BY YOUR SIDE HOW CAN YOU BE SO DAMN LUCKY!!!!!! god puen is just so perfect for talay because talay is an overthinker while puen is both cheeky and caring so he can easily get talay out of his head when he gets stuck there and I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH

How and when did Tess’s dad become so nice, he was the absolute worst when we first saw him <<<<< i call it 'the talay effect'. he is just so nice and sweet and caring and kind and hardworking and responsible that he can make even the worst asshole repent and turn them into a decent human being

HOW RICH ARE THESE JACKASSES <<<<< NOT AS RICH AS THE OTHER TWO JACKASSES (affectionate) THAT ARE ACTUALLY GONNA FUND THEIR MOVIE

Oh no, their movie’s gonna be one of those low-budget low-quality below-the-radar I-asked-my-friends-to-be-the-actors movies that a YouTuber might find and make a review on <<<<< SFJKSGFKSGDKSG YOU DON'T NEED TO CALL THEM OUT LIKE THAT

… what is Puen doing <<<<< TRYING TO STOP TALAY FROM BEING THE SELF SACRIFICING SWEETHEART HE IS which brings me to....

“I don’t want my friends to sell their stuff, Tess’s is fine though, fuck that guy” <<<<< TALAY LITERALLY THEE BESTEST BOY HE WAS SO REAL FOR THIS. and i know i tend to be more vocal about my love for puen because while the show was airing a lot of people used to dislike him so i ended up feeling very protective towards him, but GOD I LOVE TALAY SO FUCKING MUCH. he is just so selfless, from being willing to sacrifice his own happiness if it meant for puen to go back to their universe and be safe down to the smallest things like paying for movie night and trying to sell tess' clothes as quickly as he can because he knows that tess is so rich it won't make a lot of difference for him, unlike up and aou and puen who have to ask for their families' help to sell stuff and get money. NO WONDER PUEN WANTS TO SPOIL HIM ROTTEN

The actor who plays one of Tess’s friends sounds like he has a speech impediment and if that’s the case bless whoever cast him <<<<< i've seen pepper (kita's actor) in another BL before and it does sound like he may have a bit of a lisp but i don't want to presume. i actually really him and wish he could have his own BL series, but since he has a girlfriend who also works as an actress for GMMTV i doubt it will happen (mostly because the industry still relies way too much on the 'maybe these two actors who played a BL couple are actually together too who knows!!!!' thing......)

Tess’s friends are so sweet, he doesn’t deserve them <<<<< IKR??????? BOTH KITA AND FUSE ARE SO CARING AND SUPPORTIVE IM SO SAD THEY'RE NEVER GOING TO KNOW ABOUT TALAY. i mean.. i guess they do like tess despite him being an asshole if they are his friends to begin with, but still!!!!! imagine seeing your immature hot-headed friend grow so much in the span of a couple of years and become incredibly reliable and conscientious only to wake up one day and have him go back to being a jerk..... TALAY YOU'RE GONNA BE SO MISSED

JUST ADMIT YOU LIKE HIM ALREADY TALAY, GOD <<<<< THE WAY AT THIS POINT TALAY IS FULLY AWARE OF HIS OWN FEELINGS FOR PUEN AND OF PUEN'S FEELINGS FOR HIM SO HE'S JUST ENJOYING PLAYING HARD TO GET AND TEASING PUEN WITH IT!!!!!!!!!! and i love that this isn't really gonna change even when they get together because that's a side of their dynamic they BOTH like (as shown by puen's fantasy in episode 6): puen pushes and talay pulls, talay moves and puen follows, but they both love and want each other and you never really doubt that!!!!!!

CAT???? IF SOMEONE TOLD ME THERE WAS A CAT IN EPISODE 8 I WOULD’VE CONTINUED WATCHING <<<<< SFJKSHFKSG you've already watched the entire episode at this point so it's useless for me to say it but this really is THE CATS EPISODE

………………………… so this fucker’s cancelled for literally trying to slap a defenseless animal (for reacting instinctively to something that was probably his fault to begin with, cats don't lash out for no reason) <<<<< it’s really not hard to imagine how fuse constantly handling and bothering the cat would have caused it to lash out, and this comes from someone who has zero experience with pets of any kind, so he should have definitely known better and NOTHING excuses trying to hit an animal. at least he does redeem himself in the next episode!!!!

Legit thought Aou was flipping him off and god do I wish he had <<<<< im suddenly wondering how would you flip someone off in the alternate universe since giving someone the finger clearly isn't a thing there sfjksgdj i think this is also one of the very few moments where you can see why would kita and fuse be friends with tess, because they're still kinda entitled, but despite everything they do have a good heart (which is more than i can say about tess tbh)

HE JUST UP AND PUSHED HIM INTO THE CAKE WTF <<<<< TALAY REALLY SAID 'I CAN HELP YOU SMELL LIKE VANILLA IF YOU LOVE IT SO MUCH' HE IS A SAVAGE HASHTAG CONFIRMED (it's also very funny to me because if that had happened in real life puen would have probably hit his head against the table and completely smashed the cake sfjksgdj)

“I can’t tell the difference between you and the cake” and cake is meant to be eaten so that means………… // “I’d eat it right from your face” Puen and I are on the same horny wavelength, not sure if I’m happy <<<<< PUEN IS SO PREDICTABLE HE LITERALLY HAS A ONE TRACK MIND AND IT'S FILLED WITH NOTHING BUT THOUGHTS OF EATING TALAY OUT ALL DAY EVERY DAY IM SORRY BUT IT'S TRUE AND I HAVE PROOF (this is the only time im ever gonna be grateful for not being able to write because the amount filth i would subject everyone on this topic if only i had the chance........)

Oooooh boy what did Tess do <<<<< HE WAS AN ABSOLUTE DICK HEAD AS ALWAYS THAT'S WHAT

#im not going to apologize BUT YOU KNOW #im also kinda am sfjksgfj ;;;;;;;;#vera and monica watch vice versa #m: ask

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ponpasta · 4 years

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some EOAE drawings because the things i’ve seen have not left my head

#the CONNIE...... tjhe PERFECT STEVDNzzzz!..#god i wish i was in an alternative universe where some stuff like this had happened #steven universe spoilers #su spoilers #eoae spoilers #steven universe #suf spoilers #steven universe future #connie maheswaran #connverse #my art

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oh don’t worry ABoT can definitely be a weekend read, i just read it start to chapter 39 from 2am to now (and still got a solid 8 hours of sleep somehow) ! couldn’t put it down honestly. amazing job at reconceptualizing the characters in this worst case scenario alternate universe in a way that feels believable and not contrived — not pulling any punches (ritsu and teru are … pretty awful, in particular) but not in a sensationalist dead-dove-dont-eat way at all which i really really appreciate. teru and ritsu are awful but ultimately sympathetic because they really do feel like natural extensions of their character arcs had canon played out differently. it would’ve been really easy to take this and make it into either an Everyone Is Evil I Am So Edgy story or a But They All Come Together Through The Power Of Friendship, so thank you for not doing that! while reigen is my favorite, i love ritsu & teru’s relationship — it’s so nuanced but well developed. cant wait to see what happens next!

(ABoT)

Oh you get it

Oh You Get It........

Hahahhahhhhhaaa.............................................

Literally when I saw the first ask before you sent the follow up, my first thought was like "!!!! you get it! gosh I wish that woulda applied to all those people from 2017-2018 who labeled ABoT torture p//or/n" but I wasn't gonna actually bring that up because like even talking about that time always feels like I'm putting myself on the defensive.

But.... god haha yeah..... I didn't write anything for almost 3 years after that. I thought about ABoT every damn day for that almost-3-year hiatus. It was already planned out! It had an ending! It just made me so sad because I believed I couldn't come back to it because I couldn't Do This Again.

It was just... utterly heart-breaking, utterly devastating, downright confusing how this fic which is so focused on the slow and messy and hard work of recovery was being branded "oh it's sadistic twisted fucked-up torture p//or//n of children and the author is a sick fuck".

I know it's dark!! It's dark and no one has to read it and I've tagged it for the things that are dark and I put content warnings in front of every chapter! But it's dark because I care about how much a tiny flicker of light can mean in the darkness.

I... care about media that doesn't just brush traumatic happenings under the rug and go "so that happened, anyway." I care about trauma that isn't ignored. I care about the characters who can't just brush it off - who come out worse because of it - I care about them and what the slow and ugly and sometimes backwards progress of recovery looks like. I care about characters who absolutely Fuck Up and face consequences for it. I care about characters who are messy and need time and cannot be fixed with a single nice word. I care about making the audience care about what the characters have lived through, and how it hurt them. I'm rooting for all the characters in ABoT. They're all trying to find their own flicker of light in the dark. I care so so so so so much about that.

And it absolutely destroyed me to see a whole group of friends in the fandom (who, mind you, were annoyed with ABoT for a while. I saw their posts show up when I searched 'ABoT', and who tried to pin a couple problematic labels on ABoT and couldn't get anything to stick until 'torture p//o//rn") rip apart ABoT's reputation because ALL they needed to say was "ABoT is an au where Mogami kidnaps and tortures Mob for 4 years. It's awful and gross and problematic and don't read it and if you do YOURE problematic."

And I saw it time and time again (again, in the ABoT tags! in MY tag, sometimes.) Someone would make a post like "if you're an ABoT stan don't follow me" and some clueless anon would be like "whats ABoT" and they'd answer the above and that was it. No one wanted to risk getting into "problematic" stuff so people just accepted it. Even more neutral people didn't have the time or reason to investigate that further and just accepted it, assuming whoever was speaking had read it, even if in reality none of them had.

I got death threats. They made hate-blogs of ABoT. They made memes shitting on ABoT. They spammed the ABoT tag and the phantomrose96 tag. They spammed sandflake's tag and drove them away same as me. They raided and spammed the ABoT discord. They made posts celebrating how long it had been since ABoT updated. They made posts trying to accuse me of pe//do//philia (for NO reason. NONE. NO REASON. NO EVIDENCE. It was just an effective word to get people run off the site. and luckily that accusation died because there was literally nothing to base it on.) ALL the while framing what they were doing as totally in the right because they were JUST calling out torturous child-abusing fic.

I really tried. When all this started, I stopped tagging anything ABoT related with m/p/100, so I wouldn't bother people. If I found ABoT art tagged with m/p/100, I'd wait a day to reblog it so it wouldn't accidentally rise high in the tag and bother people. Sometimes I WOULDN'T reblog art because I didn't want the artist to risk getting threatened. I mostly stopped talking about ABoT on tumblr, so I wouldn't bother people.

But it fucking gets to you after a while. I started believing they were right. My mental health was extreme garbage at this time (for reasons unrelated to this all) but that meant I couldn't brush any of it off. ABoT was kinda the one little spark of joy I had at this time and then I just. Didn't anymore. It got taken away.

I would write every sentence through the lens of my worst critic. I tried SO many times to start chapter 25 back in 2018. I could only get a page in at most. (Originally it was going to be the mall movie theater scene that ends up happening in chapter 27) and I'd balk at jokes I was trying to write. There was going to be a joke about the movie being a sort of in-universe Twilight, where the two love interests uncannily resembled Ritsu and Teru. And I froze up because. Was that problematic? If Teru was seeing the movie because Mei wanted to, was that sexist? If Teru himself wanted to see it, was that homophobic? Was the Twilight reference problematic? Was the joke about the love interest resemblance problematic? Would the irreverence of the joke be problematic? Would this be what they get me on? Would this be my undoing? Would this be the final nail in my coffin?

I found these old drafts somewhat recently and they are just. Lifeless. They are so barren of any kind of passion or heart. I re-read it and see just how painful it was to get from one sentence to another. I was burnt out and afraid of every word and those drafts would never ever have worked.

Hell, when I did write chapter 25 for real, in 2020, I gave up entirely on making it the movie scene. Trashed that. Started from scratch. That well was far far too tainted to draw from.

I just. aaa. aaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Sorry for the long post but ahhhhhhh. I gave up my favorite and most meaningful hobby for almost 3 years. This was still happening in 2019 when season 2 aired, when I hadnt been truly active on Tumblr for ages and hadn't touched ABoT in years. JUST so they could be sure to taint the well again and tell any new fandom comers to stay away from ABoT. I had no spoons and no spine for it so I just, let that happen, and unfollowed the ABoT tag. I still haven't seen season 2.

I'm so SO glad I figured out how to come back to it in 2020, and that people have been so supportive, and I mostly try not to talk about this stuff but. it fucks with you. it fucks with you a lot.

I'm just really happy to have been able to come back to it.

#ask #abot #lengthy post #[image transcriptions are in the alt text]#i just sdhjsdhsdhhjhj thank you I care so much about making it meaningful!!! i care about the bright spots and i care about exploring when #its okay to not be okay i skshjshjshjhjhjhjhhj #i got myself a little worked up but im good

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daisyjoons · 3 years

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Other Lovers

— They were the better form of your lovers, they were your other lovers, and they’d make sure they were your only lovers.

— coraline!au, yandere!au, alternate universe, asshole ot7, sweetheart other ot7, doubles

— word count: 3.3K

— ❁ —

Loving the biggest boy band in the world was not easy at all. Long nights and even longer days were spent alone, without them. You could never be seen with them, never be near them in public. And with all the fan service they did, you barely got to see them at home. This was a large problem in your current failing relationship, and they knew it too.

So what was their solution? Move-in together. They found a (very expensive) lovely cottage out near the edge of a forest, and they had bought it immediately. It had a large garden, aka a field before the forest where you could garden your little heart away. And there were plenty of extra rooms that could be turned into offices, studios. But did this home you all shared together help? Not even a little.

It wasn’t the most traditional of houses, the outside being bubblegum pink and the insides also reflecting the color, but with some time you were able to renovate it how you like. Though Jin wanted to keep the outside pink, the name of the house was the ‘Pink Palace’ dubbed by ARMYs when it was leaked where they lived. The old cottage was charming, however, and you soon grew to love living there, even if it felt like you were living alone.

Days were spent, out in the garden, or renovating rooms in the house. The smell of paint, as horrible as it was, was relaxing. You got to do what you wished and were even able to pick out a lovely room with large floor-to-ceiling windows as your art studio. Taehyung had come to help you set it up, but he didn’t get to stay long, they never did.

Many days passed by, painting wall after wall, the boys letting you buy new furniture, turning the house into a home. Now if only it could be a home you shared with your lovers. But instead of growing closer, you all simply continued to grow apart, now fueled by small petty complaints from living together. Small arguments that distanced you all, then the fan service, that separated you more. All until you were just roommates with your lovers. Or possibly former lovers.

You were clearing away the old wallpaper on the three walls that weren’t windows in your studio, coughing from the dust that came off it. Taehyung, who was able to be with you today, laughed as you coughed and coughed, you shooting him a glare.

“God, this wallpaper is old. When did the realtor say the last person lived here?” You asked.

“About 40 years ago, I think. The Jones’ were their name, I’m pretty sure.” He responded, still chuckling at your coughing form. Until he cut off suddenly, grabbing your attention with an excited shout.

Under the god-awful old rose wallpaper that looked like it belonged in your grandma's house, was a small door, the size of a broom cupboard. Taehyung hurried over, an excited look on his face, “This is perfect!”

You walk over as well, shooting him a skeptical look. “What?”

“It can be used as a storage closet, for all the paints and stuff! I wonder if there’s anything in it.”

But when Taehyung tried to open the door, the handle stayed locked. The closet wouldn’t budge, even when he tried picking the lock, or using a card, and no pushing made it budge.

“Strange. Maybe the realtor has the key. Can you call her and ask?” You ask Taehhyung when the door wouldn’t budge.

He only hums before pulling out his phone and facetime her. She picks up after the second ring, an image of her in her office appearing.

“Hi, Coraline!” You greet the sweet lady. “How are you?”

“I’m good dear, how are you and the boys doing?” The blue-haired lady asked back.

“We’re doing well! We, um, noticed that there’s a broom cupboard in one of the rooms, under the wallpaper.” You said, the lady’s face changing for a split second in what looked like fear.

“Oh, is that so.”

“Yes, and we were wondering where the key for it was? If there is a key.”

Coraline’s face dropped, and a haunting look fell over her before she seemingly snapped out of it and smiled at the two of you. “Oh no, you must be mistaken, the only doors that have locked in that house are the bathrooms and master bedroom. But there might be a key hidden in the pile of house keys I gave you, you can try those. I’ve actually got to go, I have a client soon. Call me later, TaTa!”

Before either you or Taehyung could say anything, the call disconnects, leaving the room swathed in silence.

“Odd,” Taehyung says, a chuckle leaving his lips after. “Maybe it’s haunted.”

A giggle fell from your lips at his suggestion, and another followed. And another and another, until the two of you were simply hunched over laughing at the ridiculous idea.

But the funny moment didn’t last long, Namjoons voice echoing through the house as he called for Taehyung. You follow the said man as he leaves the room, rushing after him as he runs through the house to his six other waiting lovers. They all held full duffle bags, and were dressed in very comfy clothes.

“Where are you guys going?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe and eyeing their bags.

“We have a performance in New York, didn’t we tell you? I could’ve sworn I told you yesterday.” Namjoon said.

“You were at practice all day yesterday, and I was unpacking. You never told me.” You clarify, sadness growing at how distant everything was.

“Well, that's not our fault! We were all so busy we must’ve forgotten.” Hoseok says, trying to brighten up the mood.

“You guys forget a lot of things lately.” You mutter, slightly vexed at them.

“That’s not fair,” Yoongi said, moving forward. “We’re trying but our job is hard, cut us some slack. It’s not like you’re trying anymore.”

You glance at him at that, hurt crossing your face. “Have fun in New York, I’ve got to finish unpacking.” You say and simply turn around and walk away, you didn’t feel like getting into another fight right now.

“Bye! Love you!” Jin called out from behind you, but none of the other boys said anything, the slam of the front door letting you know they left.

You went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water to cool yourself down. Your eyes drift over to the drawer that holds all the copies of the house keys, as well as the keys for some other rooms, and you head towards it, curious. You open the drawer and start filtering through the keys, trying to find one that seemed older, and unfamiliar. Soon you hit the bottom of the drawer, getting no luck in finding the key. Shrugging it off, you leave to finish peeling the wallpaper off.

— ❁ —

It was your first night at the new house. The new house you had bought with your boyfriends. Yet as you fell into bed after getting changed, you fell in alone. It was the first night, of what you assumed to be many more, that you spent alone, without your lovers. The sinking feeling in your heart, heavy, loneliness weighing it down deeper and deeper.

A ping on your phone caught your attention, a message from one of your best friends appearing.

Your heart, naturally, fell deep into the pit of your stomach. You trusted your boyfriends, with your life if you had to. But this gross feeling of disgust was crawling its way in you, disgust at the idea of being involved in this situation.

You immediately start calling the boys, but none of them answered, sending your mind reeling. While you lay in bed disgust enveloped you, feeling gross in your own body at the thought. You kept thinking how, they wouldn’t do that to you, even if everything was going bad they wouldn’t do that to you.

But you knew they would. And that completely shifted your reality when you came to that realization.

You knew the girl, she was a new lyricist that worked at Bighit, she had worked on their new song. You had felt uncomfortable with her, yet they had reassured you. Everything was fine, they said. Did you not trust them, they kept asking. Never acknowledge your feelings.

You knew this was true, and that completely tore your heart into a million pieces, and you knew they couldn’t be sewn back together.

You laid awake that night, tossing and turning, feeling disgust coursing through you at every movement. What was worse, wasn’t the infidelity, it was how you felt disgusted at yourself.

The ringing of your phone got your attention, finally bringing you out of the bed you shared with men who weren’t loyal to you. Grabbing your phone you see that it is Jungkook calling and a small pot of anger forms in you.

“Hey babe, you called?”

“Yeah, umm, you guys are kind of trending on Twitter and I wanted to check on you guys.”

“Oh, we know. It’s just some silly rumor don’t worry.”

“It’s just a rumor though, right? It’s not true?”

“Don't you trust us, baby? You know we wouldn’t do that.”

You hesitated for a moment before humming in false assent. “Well, alright. I need to go now, it’s time for me to sleep.”

“Alright love, sleep well.”

But no amount of wishing could get you to sleep. The bed felt hot, uncomfortable. It was meant to be the bed you shared with your lovers, but they were away giving that love to someone else. How could you sleep soundly as that happened?

Getting up, you slip your feet into your soft slippers, walking towards the kitchen to get some water. The house is eerie in the night, the normally inviting indoors seeming more barren and empty. The darkness seemed to stretch off into forever, but you knew the walls enclosing it in. Everything was echoing, the furniture not yet put out to be a barrier for noise.

Walking into the kitchen, you go to flick the lights on. But as you flipped the switch, you stayed swathed in darkness, the lights flickering for a moment before it shattered, glass flying down into the floor.

“Shit!” You curse, startled by the noise and actions. “Just great, fucking amazing.”

You continued muttering under your breath as you reached across the room to the cupboard that held the broom and pan, sweeping all the broken glass up.

“Just my fucking luck.” You mutter, annoyed at how the night was going.

While tossing the broken glass into the bin, your eyes drifted to the drawer that held all the keys again, wondering again if the key for that strange door was in there. You rush over, despite already checking that morning, and hastily open the drawer. As though it was waiting for you, an ornate black key laid on the top of the pile, connected by string to one button. You reach for it, curious at seeing it for the first time. Grabbing the key, you walk towards the art studio you were creating, as though being pushed by an invisible force.

The key slides in beautifully, sinking in quickly and turning like a charm, opening the door. You yank the door open, your curiosity getting the better of you, and are welcome to the sight of a blue satin tunnel, confusing you more. Was there some hidden room in the house? The realtor never mentioned that.

As you go to step in, you step on a plush toy. You look down and pick up a rag doll, its button eyes staring up at you as you hold it. It’s slightly odd, the way it resembles you, from everything aside from the eyes. It was wearing the sweater you wore on the day you closed on the house, with jeans and boots, the same that you wore.

The doll was cute though, in a sweet reminiscent way, so you held onto it as you ventured deeper into the satin tunnel. It seemed to stretch out forever, making you wonder how such a space was hidden in the architecture.

Soon, you came to an opening in the tunnel, stretching through the blue fabric to fall through into the floor of an identical kitchen to yours. No, it was your kitchen, just mirrored. You recognized the decorative plates you made with Taehyung at the beginning of your relationship, put out for display the way you had positioned them. But that wasn’t what startled you. Not even the whole separate room was what startled you.

What startled you, was the man cooking at the stove, the man who looked exactly like Jin. His hair wasn’t dyed the bleach blonde your boyfriends' was though, it was dyed a midnight black. A scream tore from your lips as you backed up into the now-closed door that led you in there. The man who looked like Jin looked up and screamed as well, backing up away from you as well before breaking into the classic laughter of your lover.

“Don’t scare me like that baby! I thought you got hurt!” He laughed out.

“What happened?! I heard screaming!” A man who looked like Hoseok rushed in, his orange hair flapping as he glanced around frantically. His dark eyes landed on you and he rushed over, checking over your body meticulously. “Are you hurt?! I thought I told you all to keep her out of the kitchen. She could get hurt!”

“I-I’m not hurt. Who are you all? What’s going on?” You stuttered out, breaking away from the Hoseok look-alike’s grip, dodging his attempts to keep you in his arms.

“Oh! We’re your boyfriends dear!” A Namjoon look-alike came into the kitchen, smiling at your bewildered form. “Well, your other lovers, technically. But we’re the better version than those assholes. We’re much better and love you much more.”

“What?” You gasped out. “Are you some, sick-obsessed fan? How do you look like my boyfriends? What the fuck?!”

“Ah, Ah, princess, you shouldn’t use such horrid language like that.” A Yoongi look-alike walked in, tutting softly at you.

“I’m Jin, baby! But the better version! And dinner is done so why don’t you go sit down with the other boys?”

“Oh, dinner's done?! Lemme taste!” Other Namjoon leans forward, reaching for the pot for a taste, but only getting his hand slapped by Other Jin.

“No. Go sit down like a normal person, Namjoon.” Jin scolds Namjoons pouting form, smiling at you after like this was a normal daily thing.

Namjoon quickly breaks out of his pout, reaching to grab your hand and pull you towards the dining room. “Let’s go, I'm starving.”

While he’s pulling you, you look down to see a single button bracelet hanging off his wrist by a thick, threadlike rope. Glancing at the other boys you notice the same bracelet hanging on their arms, all carrying a single onyx button.

“What are those bracelets?” You question, making everyone pause for half a second before Other Yoongi smiled at you.

“Oh, they’re just some couple bracelets Taehyung made for us. You’ll get one too when you decide to stay.”

Other Namjoon shoots Other Yoongi a harsh look when he said that, but quickly shoots you a smile when you look at him.

“If I decide to stay?” You question as Jin pulls a chair out for you to sit in.

“Well, you’re gonna stay of course!” Other Jimin spoke as he walked in. “Why would you want to go back to the other world, to the other us?”

He had a point, why would you want to go back to cheaters, who could never for the life of them try for a healthy relationship with you.

“Isn‘t it a problem if I stay?” You ask.

“Why would it be a problem, my love? You're our girlfriend.” Taehyung walked into the dining room, his jeans stained with paint.

“Jin Hyung! Do you want me to bring the dessert in?” Other Jungkook’s voices shouted from the kitchen.

“What?! No! Let’s at least eat dinner first!”

“But this cake looks so good!”

“FOOD FIRST!”

A pouting form of Other Jungkook walked into the dining room, causing you to let out a laugh at him. His face brightened immediately, him running forward to envelop you in a warm hug.

“Oh, you’re here! Finally! What took you so long?!” He shot at you, hugging you tightly to his chest.

“I didn’t know you were waiting for me.” You answered back, getting shocked at the intense stares directed at you when you said that.

“Darling,” Jimin started, his voice smooth like honey. “We’d always wait for you.”

You maintained eye contact with him, slowly being more and more entranced in his deep gaze.

“Let’s eat!” Jin shouted, breaking the moment with a flash of jealousy.

You sit down at the table, gazing at the odd machine that sat on the table, many dishes piled on it.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“Oh, that'll serve us our food, of course,” Jin says matter of factly, as though it was obvious. “So, let’s eat!”

You all sit at the table, the machines whirring to life and serving you all some food. As you eat a wine bottle appears in front of you, the machine asking if you wanted any. You hesitantly accepted, feeling slightly odd at how everyone stared at you.

It truly was strange, how they all watched as you dipped the dark red liquid, the drink seeming thicker than normal. You went to put the glass down after your sip but Jin raised his glass and clinked it with yours in a cheer. You brought the glass to your lips again to take another sip.

Throughout the entirety of dinner, whenever you took a sip of your wine the boys would all stare at you and then smile, all in sync. A buzz set into your head after a few sips, strange given that you were usually very good with your alcohol. The dizziness in your head grew, all until you felt like you were about to keel over.

“Darling, are you feeling alright? You seem kind of pale.” Hoseok asked in concern, leaning towards you.

“Yeah, I..” You trailed off, dizzyness hitting you again.

“You..what? Love, do you want to go lay down?” Namjoon asked in concern as you stood up, your body shaking.

You nodded frantically, Hoseok and Jin standing up to help you up to your room. But before you could even move a step, your eyes shut and you collapsed, your head slightly hitting the table.

“Jin hyung! How much did you put in her drink?!” Hoseok shouted in panic, rushing over to your unconscious body.

“...I’m guessing too much,” Jin answered.

“Jin Hyung?!!” Hoseok yelled in shock.

“Ok, stop yelling and get the bracelet!” Namjoon finally shouted, annoyed by the two‘s bickering.

“I’m sure if we asked her nicely if she'd stay, why’d we have to do all this?” Jimin asked, feeling guilty for tricking you.

“I don’t want to risk her going back to them,” Namjoon said. “She deserves better and she’ll get better, here. With us. We may be the Other version of her lovers, but you know we’re the better version. She’ll be much happier with us.”

#yandere bts #btswritingcafe #btswritersguild #bts yandere #yandere jin #yandere yoongi #yandere namjoon #yandere poly #yandere jimin #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #yandere kpop

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aemonds-little-belle · 1 year

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Feelings Sold Separately

CHAPTER FIVE (THE SHOES)

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

TAGS - (REPOSTED FROM AO3)

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The room was cold, loud beeping filling it as heat once did, Y/n groggily trying to find her god forsaken phone in the mess of her slept in bed. The screen reading 8:30, the alarm soon canceled as she read the messages that popped up.

AEMOND ‘Would you like a coffee?’ 8am ‘Y/n?’ 8:10am ‘Are you still sleeping?’ 8:20am

Y/n groaned, rolling over as she contemplated what to answer. To be fair, she had already snoozed two other earlier alarms, this morning just not agreeing with her as well as she wished. Before she could even click on the messages to answer, Aemonds contact popped up on the screen, a call ensuing.

“Good, you’re awake.” He sighed from the other side, disappointment yet also relief lacing his words.

“Mmph.” Y/n hummed, her eyes still closed as she relished in the warmth of her blanket.

Aemond chuckled. “So I’m assuming that’s a yes to a coffee?”

“Mhm.” Y/n hummed happily. “Something cold and strong, please.”

“Sure.” He said clearly before muffled words could be heard, him ordering as Y/n waited patiently for the conversation to continue. “I’m about twenty minutes from your house, is that enough time for you to get ready?”

Y/n let out a short chuckle. “I could be ready in five minutes if need be.” A grin lingering on her lips as she stretched out.

“So I should speed then?” Aemond joked, something Y/n hadn’t expected from him.

“No!” Y/n panicked, her small fib not something she wished to have tested. “No, twenty minutes is perfect.”

Aemond stood anxiously outside the blue apartment building, his heart racing as Y/n’s iced coffee chilled his one hand, his phone sitting in the other, a loud noise catching his attention. Y/n stumbled out of her building's front door, one running shoe untied, the other in a messy knot. “Sorry!” She called out to Aemond as she crouched down to re-tie her shoes, her face warm after her rush out the door. “Miss Falker wanted to remind me that my fridge is making a funny noise again.” Y/n rolled her eyes as she stood up finally looking at Aemond in all his perfect suit glory. “Which is funny because my...” She paused, consciously not finishing the sentence, grasping to find anything else to focus on.

“Because?” Aemond was smirking, Y/n a total mess in front of him, half asleep and yet her eyes were wide open.

“Is that my coffee?” She pivoted, reaching her hands out like a child begging for candy. “You’re sent from the gods I swear!” She cheered, Aemond enjoying this more open and real side of her, a welcomed contrast to her usual anxious being.

“There’s a bagel in the car for you too, you can eat on our way into town.” He said in a monotone voice, not wanting to scare the cheerful girl in front of him with his usual harsh and melancholy atmosphere.

“Aemond you really didn’t have to …” He cuts her off, a new hobby of his that he’s welcomed with open arms.

“Spoil you?” Y/n nods her head at his words. “You mean the thing I’m paying you to let me do?” Y/n smiled at his words, realizing her mistake. “I want to make it crystal clear, little dragon.” ‘You’re driving me nuts with that name’ His voice dropped lower, seriousness blanketing the two of them. “I want, no, need, to go out of my way to make your life easier, that is all I wish to do.” He was close to her again, just like the previous night, except this time Y/n’s iced coffee created a distance between them, though his demeanor now so similar, so overpowering, just like it had been then. “So why don’t you give me a ‘thank you for my bagel’ and a ‘I’m sorry for complaining’. Hmm?” He teased, Y/n’s cheeks heating up significantly, her head spinning.

“Thank you for my bagel, Aemond, I can’t wait to eat it.” Y/n added some extra words, suddenly longing for the extra credit, some sort of gold star for her ability to follow, something she had never wanted before, her brain spinning faster now, too many thoughts suddenly quieting down to a low hum, his hum. “And I’m sorry for complaining, it won’t happen again, I promise.” ‘A gold star, a kiss, Aemond, give me something.’

“You’re welcome Y/n, are you ready to behave now?”

‘He means professionally … I think.’ “Yes, are you?” Y/n quipped.

“Hmm.” Aemoned hummed amusedly, opening the passenger door, Y/n walking over with a smirk plastered across her face, slipping into the car with her coffee, a short squeal exiting her lips when she saw the bagel, Aemond chuckling before closing the door, she would be the death of him.

The two of them began walking towards the shopping mall, the dark grey tiled walls tall and daunting as Y/n looked up reading ‘North Mall’ on a large light up sign, the whole thing scary as she entered through the glass doors, Aemond holding the door for her as clean black walls and white marble floors embraced the two. “This is really big.” Y/n whispered, her head turning left to right, large store after large store, the scent of expensive perfume flooding her nose, and properly dressed people walking around. ‘I’m out of my depth.’ She thought to herself ‘I should just turn around’ ‘I’m not meant for this kind of life.’.

Aemond pulled out his trusty phone, his notes app opening instantly, a long list popping up. ‘At least one of us is organized.’ “We need to get a lot while we’re here.” He looked down to Y/n’s feet, people passing by as Aemond noticed the busted running shoes, Y/n trying to hide her one foot with the other. “We should start with shoes, that way you’re comfortable walking around.”

“My shoes are comfortable.” Y/n challenged.

“I can see your sock.” Aemond responded flatly.

Y/n hesitated, eyes squinting as she tried to think of some reasonable excuse. “Air vents?” She questioned.

“Hmm.”

“Where is the shoe store?!?” Y/n asked enthusiastically, placing her hand above her eyes, pretending like she was looking for a spec in the distance.

“Next time.” Aemond waited for eye contact before continuing. “You listen.” He tapped his ear, Y/n lowering her head before nodding, ‘Damn, I’m bad at this.’. Aemond held his hand out, Y/n confusedly looking to him, him nodding back to his hand, ‘this is new.’ Y/n smiled, placing her hand in his as he led them to what she assumed was the shoe store.

“Aemond.” A voice called out, in a very flat and professional way, with no emotion behind the words, ‘nothing like at the waffle house’ Y/n thought. The older woman who had spoken walked over towards the two, barely making eye contact with Y/n before turning to Aemond. “How can we help today?” She asked, a fake smile that could be spotted miles away, plastered along her thin lips.

“I need size.” He paused, turning to Y/n, a questioning look on his face.

“Oh, I don’t, I don’t know.” She blurted out, the woman in front of her looking unamused, a pit growing in Y/n’s stomach. “These are hand-me-downs, I’m so sorry!” Y/n began stressing, Aemond’s hand squeezing hers in a reassuring manner, though she felt overlooked and ignored by the woman, she at least knew Aemond wasn’t juding.

“I’ll pull a couple things, replacements?” She asked, nodding to Y/n’s current shoes. “I’m guessing.”

Aemond let go of Y/n’s hand, gesturing for her to sit on a chair further into the store, letting her get out of ear shot before continuing. “I would appreciate a whole work up, shoes for every season, event, everything.” He said lowly. “I just don’t want to overwhelm her.”

The woman snapped her fingers at a younger man, him rushing over quickly. “We can get her measurements and begin putting a few things together, we can keep the bulk of everything in the back and you can have someone come and pick them up at a later time.” She smiled, the man quickly typing everything into a tablet, pulling up a few different styles. “I would suggest no heels for this one Aemond.”

They both looked over to Y/n, her sitting on the large chair, her legs swinging slightly as she looked dead on at the two of them, smiling when she noticed Aemond’s attention was back on her. “Maralynn, this is why I refuse to shop anywhere else.” He admitted, happy for the fast and effective service he could count on every time.

“You’re the best tipper Aemond, we wish for no one else to shop here.” She said with a little more emotion behind her words, the professional wall collapsing for a second.

“Aemond I don’t need more than one pair of shoes.” Y/n pouted, four boxes currently opened around her, all different sneaker styles, each being rooted for by Aemond ‘Let me buy them all’ Targaryen.

“Hmm.” He hummed, standing as Y/n looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to be reasonable. “You’ll take home two.” Aemond said matter of factly, his tone leaving no room for argument once again, a voice he had clearly perfected, Y/n immediately looking back to the shoes and huffing in defeat.

“I like these ones.” She pointed with her sock clad foot towards a plain black pair, once she would love to use at work, the soles much more comfy than her current ones. Aemond nodded, picking the box up and handing it to the closest attendant he could find. “Andddd.” She huffed, looking over the other options, each style, colour, lace type, blending together. “These.” She pointed at another pair, this one black with some white accents, simple running shoes that probably cost a fortune, and yet looked simple enough.

“Good girl.” He hummed, Y/n’s eyes wide as saucers as he sat down in front of her, pulling the shoes out of the box himself, scooting closer gracefully and beginning to untie them.

“I can …” The look in his eye stopped her from protesting. ‘Spoiling … Right.’

He took his time, double checking where her toe was in the shoe, making sure the attendant wasn’t lying when he said they fit perfectly, then pulling the laces tight, making sure the bow and it’s loose strings wouldn’t be tripped over, his pant leg getting slightly dirty in the process, the dust from Y/n walking around the store in the shoes seeping in. “Good?” He asked, his eye meeting hers as he patted her two feet, his one thumb brushing over her ankle, goosebumps erupting over her body at his touch.

“Yep!” Y/n squeaked out, barely able to keep her cool as Aemond’s, now classic, smirk crept up again.

He slowly stood up, quickly patting away the small shoe marks from his legs. “I’m going to pay, should just be a minute, okay?” Y/n nodded at his words, his arm outstretched, pulling her off the seat and letting her stand in place as he sauntered away, his suit jacket picking up the wind slightly.

Y/n took the free moment to check her phone, though Aemond was the only one she really ever used it for, Eyla put her number in it and was currently blowing up her phone with text messages about how the ‘Mr sexy voice’ weekend was going, Y/n laughing as she shot back a simple ‘shut up’ message. Her face heating up as she looked back to Aemond, who currently towered over the cashier as he gave her his card, his head turning back to check on Y/n, the two of them sharing a smile. ‘Shit though, this is the first store.’ Y/n suddenly felt the previous pit in her stomach open up, this was not her world, and she was worried about the consequences that might come from her pretending it was.

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felassan · 3 years

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Some DA trivia and dev commentary from Twitter

There’s a lot of different tweets, so I’m just pasting and linking to the source rather than screencapping them all or making several different posts or something. Post under cut for length.

User: Was dragon age 2 your favourite in the franchise?

David Gaider: DA2 was the project where my writing team was firing on all cylinders, and they wrote like the wind- because they had to! Second draft? Pfft. Plot reviews? Pfft. I was so proud of what we all accomplished in such a brief time. I didn't think it was possible. [source] DA2 is, however, also where the goal posts kept moving. Things kept getting cut, even while we worked. I had to write that dialogue where Orsino turned even if you sided with him, because his boss battle had been cut and there was no time to fix the plot. A real WTF moment. >:( [source]

Mike Rousseau: I remember bugging that! And then being told it wasn't a bug, and being so confused. Doing QA for DA2 was an experience. Trial by fire. [source]

DG: So I think it's safe to say DA2 is my favorite entry in the DA franchise and also the sort of thing I never want to live through ever again. Mixed feelings galore. [source]

User: (I personally blame whoever it was for ruining most romance arcs in other games for me; they don't live up to Fenris's romance storyline)

DG: I wrote Fenris, so uh - me, I guess? Or maybe his cinematic designer, who put in the puppy dog eyes. [source]

User: If DA2 had just been an expansion, do you think it would have been better received? There was a lot of great stuff in there, and I think my initial dislike of it was because of the zone reuse. If it hadn't needed to be a full game, would that issue not have arisen?

DG: Hard to say. It was either going to be an over-scoped expansion or an under-scoped sequel. If it had stayed an expansion, it might never have received the resources/push it DID get. [source]

User: I'd love to visit the universe where you had an extra year or so to work on it. You did a very good job as it stands, but it definitely had rough edges. Not just the writing team either. The whole game had hit and miss moments, that just a little more dev time could have fixed.

DG: On one hand, DA2 existed to fill a hole in the release schedule. More time was never in the cards. DA2 was originally planned as an expansion! On the other, if we had more time, would we have started doing that thing where we second guess/iterate ourselves into mediocrity? [shrug emoji] [source]

Jennifer Hepler: This is what I love about DA2. Personally, I greatly prefer something that's rough and raw and sincere to something that's had all the soul polished out of it. Extra time would have helped for art and levels, but it would have lost something too. [source]

DG: Right? I think we could have used some time for peer reviews (and fewer cuts), but I think the rawness of the writing lent a certain spark that we usually polished out. [source]

JH: Definitely. I think the structure (more character-driven) and the tightness of the timeframe let each individual writer's voice really come through. Polish can be very homogenizing. [source]

DG: I should add I'm not, by any means, against iteration. Some iteration is good and necessary. The problem that BioWare often had is that we never knew when to stop. Like a goldfish, we would fill the space given to us by constantly re-iterating on things that were "good enough". [source]

Patrick Weekes: I appreciate your incredibly diplomatic use of the past tense on "had". :D [source]

User: DA2 was my gateway into the series and I’m so happy it is. I love the game the way that it is. It’s one of my favorites of all time. But I am also aware of everything that was said here. If it were remastered, do you think it would change?

DG: I'd be surprised if it was ever remastered. If it was, do you really think they'd change things? Do remasters do that? No idea. [source]

User: Both sides got undercut as I recall. Didn't that whole sequence also end with the mage leader embracing blood magic? It was very much "a plague on both your houses" moment, at least for me.

DG: Yep. Orsino was supposed to have his own version of Meredith's end battle, which only happened if you sided with the templars. That got cut, but the team still wanted to use the model we'd made for him. So... that happened. [source]

DG: I would personally say that DA2 is a fantastic game hidden under a mountain of compromises, cut corners, and tight deadlines. If you can see past all that, you'll see a fantastic game. I don't doubt, however, that it's very difficult for most to do that. [source]

PW: I love DAI with all my selfish "I worked on this" heart, but DA2's follower arcs and relationships are probably my favorite in the series. [source]

User: As I've expressed many times, I love the game, especially it's writing and characters but, for me, the most impressive aspect of it, in consideration of it's lack of time for drafts and revisions, is the 2nd act with Arishok. What amazingly complex character and fantastic duel

User: Just played it again and I have to agree. Though he is bound by the harsher tenants of the Qun, he makes valid points about free marcher society. Though it is obvious that he and Hawke will come to blows eventually, the tension builds gradually and understandably

DG: Luke did such a fantastic job with the Arishok I found myself sometimes wishing the Qunari plot had just been THE plot. [source]

User: What do you think would have changed, story wise, if you had more time for DA2?

DG: I would have taken out that thing where Meredith gets the idol. It was forced on me because she needed to be "super-powered" with red lyrium for her final battle. Being "crazy", however, robbed her side of the mage/templar argument of any legitimacy. I hated hated hated that. [source]

User: I deeply lament that there wasn't/couldn't be some sort of DA2 equivalent of Throne of Bhaal's Ascension mod.

DG: I'd have done it, if DA2 had allowed for anything but the most rudimentary of modding. ;) [source]

User: I mean, and I think I understand where you were trying, but how much legitimacy did the Templars and her as top Templar have after they're keeping the mages locked up against their will in the old slave quarters? Feel free to not reply.

DG: I think it's the kind of discussion which requires nuance, and which discussions on the Internet are not prone to. [source]

User: Was a compromise that the quest lines don’t branch? It felt like it was supposed to be that way but then you end up in the same place later regardless of what you pick. Like I hoodwinked the templars so good to help the apostates escape but in Act II they were caught anyway.

DG: I remember us having a lot more branching in the initial planning yes. Most of this got trimmed out in the first or second wave of cuts, in an effort to not cut the plots altogether. [source]

DG: "If you could Zack Snyder DA2, what would you change?" Wow. I'm willing to bet Mark or Mike (or anyone else on the team) would give very different answers than me, but it's enough to give a sober man pause, because that was THE Project of Multiple Regrets. [source] I mean, it's the most hypothetical of hypotheticals. It's never gonna happen. I wouldn't be surprised if EA considered DA2 its embarrassing red-headed stepchild. We'd also need to ignore that in many ways DA2 was as good as it was bad BECAUSE of how it was made. But that aside? [source] First, either restore the progressive changes to Kirkwall we'd planned over the passing of in-game years or reduce the time between acts to months instead of years... which, in hindsight, probably should have been done as soon as the progressive stuff was cut. [source] I'm sure you're like "get rid of repeated levels!" ...but I don't care about that. All I wanted was for Kirkwall to feel like a bigger city. Way more crowded. More alive! Fewer blood mages. [source] I'd want to restore the plot where a mage Hawke came THIS close to becoming an abomination. An entire story spent trapped in one's own head while trapped on the edge of possession. Why? Because Hawke is the only mage who apparently never struggles with this. It was a hard cut. [source]

User: I would LOVE to hear more details about this! I don’t suppose there’s any chance of a short story?

DG: I don't even remember the details of the story, sorry. There was a fight, and you caught the bad guy and then realized none of it was real and woke up idk [source]

DG: I'd want to restore all those alternate lines we cut, meaning people forget they'd met you. Or that they knew you were a mage. Or, oh god, that maybe they'd romanced you in DAO. So much carnage. [source] I'd want to restore the Act 3 plots we cut only because they were worked on too late, but which would have made the buildup to the mage/templar clash less sudden. Though I don't remember what they were, now. Some never got beyond being index cards posted on the wall. [grimace emoji] [source] As I mentioned elsewhere, I'd want to restore Orsino's end battle so he wouldn't need to turn on you even if you sided with him. And I'd want an end fight with the templars that didn't require Meredith to have red lyrium and go full Tetsuo. [source] Heck, maybe an end decision where you sided with neither the mages nor the templars. Because it certainly ended up feeling like you could brand both sides as batshit pretty legitimately, no? That was never planned, tho. No idea how to make that feel like an actual path atm. [source] Maybe an option to go "umm, Anders... what are you DOING?" 👀 [source] And, of course, a Varric romance, because Mary took that "slimy car salesman" character we'd planned and did the impossible with him. I can feel Mary glaring at me for even suggesting this, tho. [source] Lastly, the original expanded opening to the game which allowed you to spend time with Bethany and Carver BEFORE the darkspawn attacked. And, um, that's about it off the top of my head. Zack Snyder, WHAT PANDORA'S BOX HAVE YOU OPENED. [source] Shit, I remembered two more things: 1) Restore the "Varric exaggerates the heck out of the story" at the beginning of every Act, until Cassandra calls him on it. Yes, that was a thing. 2) Make DA: Exodus. Yes, I am still bitter. [source] God damn it, I meant "Make DA: Exalted March". The DA2 expansion, NOT Exodus since that was DA2's original name and makes no sense. Because the expansion ended with Varric dying, and that will always be on my "things left undone" list. [source]

User: Whaaaat?

DG: Well, you know that scene in Wrath of Khan where Spock goes into the dilithium chamber because he's a Vulcan? Well, imagine that but with Varric and red lyrium and because he's a dwarf. ;) [source]

John Epler: I distinctly remember referencing the bit from MGS4 where you crawl through the microwave corridor in the split screen, while cinematic battle rages on the other half. [source]

DG: It would have been glorious, John. Glorious. [source]

JE: I don't think I've ever been so certain what a shot should look like as I did Hawke coming in and finding Varric in the broken throne, just like when he was telling Cassandra his story. [source]

DG: It would have come full circle! Auggghh, it still kills me. [source]

User: Lord, you folks are a little too good at this.

JE: The true secret behind videogame narrative is knowing how to make yourself seem a lot more clever than you actually are. [source] 'Oh, we TOTALLY planned that.' [source]

User: Ok, this thread [the DA2 regrets thread, which is the big chunks above] but Inquisition.

DG: My regrets about Inquisition are, more or less, the normal kind. Nothing so dramatic, I'm afraid. [source]

User: You can keep your Varric romance, I want a Flemeth romance goddamnit!

DG: I would allow for one flirt option, and then a recording of Kate Mulgrew laughing for three minutes straight. [source]

User: I had a hypothesis about the repetitive caves in DA2. They're repetitive because it's Varric telling the story and he didn't consider them important. They're like sets in a play. (Okay, I really suspect it was a time/money/resources thing but I like my fake explanation better.)

DG: Hang a lampshade on it, maybe? Cassandra: "But that's the exact cave you were in last time?" Varric: "Whatever. They all look the same, I'm not THAT kind of dwarf. Can we move on?" [source]

User: that makes sense, hypothetically to make Varric romanceable and keep his arc—that had to happen for the main plot—I imagine you would have to make double the content (or more)? which would've been a tall order given the time/budget constraints the game was under

DG: Right. When it comes to "romance arc" vs. "follower story arc", we generally only had time to do one or the other. Never both. Romancing Varric would have meant not getting the story of his that you did. [source]

Mary Kirby: The one exaggeration I really, REALLY wanted, that we never got to do was Varric narrating his own death scene with Hawke weeping over him, then cutting to Cassandra's pissed off glaring at him. [source]

DG: Haha! The one I wanted was Varric's plot where he takes on the baddies single-handedly, sliding across the floor like Jet Lee, action movie-style, until finally Cassandra gets irritated and he has to admit Hawke & the rest of the party showed up to help. [source]

MK: We did that one! (He didn't do any Jet Lee moves, though.) Jepler gave him letterboxing to get The Good, the Bad, & the Ugly showdown vibes while he shot a ton of mooks single-handed. [source]

DG: Wow. Shows how much I remember. [source]

JE: I found it! I remember seeing this sequence as my treat for doing a bunch of much more challenging work. It was fun to see how far I could push our limited library of animations. [link] [source]

DG: Heh awesome. I could have sworn it was cut, honestly. I think I was even in that meeting. [source]

User: no disrespect but that’s surprising and rich of Mary “Hard in Hightown” Kirby to think DA2 shouldn’t have had a Varric romance when she wrote an entire book of Varric’s self-insert character pining over his Hawke insert character… HIH is the reason we had VHawke Summer 2018

DG: I can't *really* speak for Mary, or how she feels about it now compared to back then. I only know how she felt about it back then, and I'm not sure it was as much the concept of the romance but that Varric's entire story would be bent to "romance arc" ...a very different thing. [source]

JH: I remember pushing to have the first DLC start with Hawke having an option to ask Varric, "Did you tell Cassandra about us?" and if you picked it, Varric would answer, "Of course not, baby. I told her you were sleeping with X..." and then proceed as if you had had a full romance. [source]

DG: I still wonder how that would have gone over. x) [source]

JE: Okay, one more DA2 thing. Putting together the cinematics for this scene was a blast. [link] [source]

MK: These lines are my greatest legacy. I want "Make sure the world knows I died... at Chateau Haine!" inscribed on my tombstone. [source]

JE: I was so glad no one said 'no' to the crane shot. [source]

MK: It needs that crane shot. It's the perfect icing on that cake made from solid cheese. [source]

DG: The designers were all "we need more combat" and I think we were all "I think you underestimate just HOW interesting we can make this dinner party". [source]

JE: And finally. I think @SherylChee wrote the one-liner. I think we had a collection of like, 20. [link] [source]

Sheryl Chee: Yeah! Something like that! I remember submitted a whole bunch and Frank said you only needed one. Wish I'd kept the other fifteen. [source]

JE: A random chooser where, each time through the scene, you get a different one-liner. [source]

JE: DA2 is the project I'm the proudest of. I also absolutely get that it didn't land for a lot of people. But I don't think it's inaccurate to say that, in a lot of ways, DA2 defined my career. [source] Everyone spent a year working at their maximum ability. I was a fresh cinematic designer and was given all of Varric's content, as well as the Act 1 Finale mission. It was a lot for someone who had been doing the Cinematics thing for literally 6 months. [source] There's some stuff in there I can't look at without wincing. And there's some stuff I'm genuinely proud of. Not to mention, it was my introduction to most of the writing team. Several of whom I'm still working with today! Albeit in a different capacity [source] Also, weirdly, one of my most enduring memories of Dragon Age 2 is how much Bad Company 2 we'd play at lunch. It was a LOT. [source] Every game I've worked on has a game I played attached to it. ME2 is Borderlands. DA2 is Bad Company 2. DAI is DayZ. I, hmm. There's a progression there. I don't know how I feel about it. [source]

User: Is DA4 going to be tarkov then?

JE: I've kind of churned out of Tarkov for now. Probably Hunt Showdown, at least right now. [source]

User: I think people also don't take nuance into consideration -- like I FULLY acknowledge the flaws in my favorite games and will openly criticize them, but that doesn't mean they're not my favorite games anymore??? You can like and thing and still be critical of it.

JE: A lot of my favourite shit is deeply flawed! I acknowledge it and I think it's interesting to dissect the flaws. [source]

User: I still wish Justice was an actual character in DA2 rather than a plot point.

DG: There was a moment during DAI where we *almost* put in you running into Justice with the Grey Wardens, and he's all "Kirkwall? I never went to Kirkwall" [source]

User: Does that imply that Justice was shoehorned in to DA2?

DG: Nah, it was an in-joke where we thought it'd be fun to suggest that "Justice" was simply some demon that tricked Anders in DA2. Wooo those tricky demons! We didn't do it, though. [source]

User: [about templars] except, I don't think it had very much legitimacy to begin with. keep in mind, we interact with other characters with the same argument. The one that comes to mind is Cullen, a sane templar in power. The templar's side of the argument is inherently flawed.

DG: I don't doubt that many people agree with you, and yet people can and do argue on behalf of the templars as well. My place isn't to pick a side, but to provide evidence that players can interpret for themselves [source]

User: Can you shed some light for us on how DA was able to do multiple same-sex romance options for different genders but the Mass Effect team treated them like the plague? What process existed for your team that just wasn't their for the other tentpole franchise?

DG: Different people making the decisions, almost different cultures. I don't know what it's like now, but for many years the Mass Effect team and the Dragon Age team were almost like two different studios working within the same building. [source]

User: It truly boggles the mind. Kudos for doing demonstrably better on consistent queer representation than the ME teams. Y'all never needed us to make petitions to try to get the studio's attention and ask them to do better by us. That's the fight we're once again embroiled in now.

DG: Honestly, I don't feel like tut-tutting the Mass Effect team. They did their part, and if they were a bit later to the show than the DA team they certainly did more than almost every other game out there -- and willingly. [source]

Updates begin here

User: So what was the reason for naming Dragon age 2 "Dragon age II" and not using a subtitle?

DG: As I recall, that was purely a publisher decision. I think they wanted to avoid the impression it was an expansion. [source]

User: Is there no chance of ever remaking DA2 under better circumstances? -Somehow remove the repetitiveness of gameplay by making changes and updating the tech and adding much more to the storyline. It could almost be a new very exciting game.

DG: I'd say there's zero chance of that. Let's keep our hopes up for the next DA title instead. [source]

User: I am a little confused here, help me out here please! How exactly was the cut boss battle with Orsino supposed to work out? How it would've kept him from turning against the player?

DG: It means that, if you sided with the templars, the entire boss bottle at the end would have been against Orsino and the mages. No fight against Meredith. The end decision would have been more divergent. [source]

User: I do remember that one of the reasons going around for that, was that resources were going to the transition to Frostbite. I'm still not fully sold on that having been a good choice. I felt that more time should have been given for that transition considering it was made for FPSs

DG: We didn't transition to Frostbite until DAI. Given our time frame for DA2, I don't think we *could* have transitioned to a new engine. [source]

User: Since your talking about the what could have been for DA2. Could you say what your script was for Anthem? Cause I remember reading that you wrote the plot on that game.

DG: I created a setting for Anthem and scripted out a plot - but, as I understand it, almost none of that ended up being used. So it's a bit pointless to talk about what I'd planned, as that'd be for some completely different type of game. [source]

User: [in reference to the exchange above where DG said “Being "crazy", however, robbed her side of the mage/templar argument of any legitimacy. I hated hated hated that.” re: Meredith] except, I don't think it had very much legitimacy to begin with. keep in mind, we interact with other characters with the same argument. The one that comes to mind is Cullen, a sane templar in power. The templar's side of the argument is inherently flawed.

If I missed a tweet, got the wrong source link or included a tweet twice, feel free to let me know and I’ll correct.

Edit / Update: Post update 22nd April

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thexanwillshine · 3 years

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Author: thexanwillshine (twitter, ao3) Pairings: Levi x Hange Cross-Postings: AO3 Notes: made for Day 2: Confessions of Levihan Week 2021

“But Levi,” Hange whines as she slumps her head on the back of her sofa and closes her eyes. “Kissing scenes are so tricky to write.”

Perhaps it’s the fact that it’s almost 5:30 in the morning. It could also be because he's tired from lack of sleep. Whatever the case, Levi Ackerman’s filter completely disappears when he asks, “Do you need a demonstration?”

Levi Ackerman can argue that every writer he’s met is always a little bit more eccentric than the average person, but no one proves his theory more than Hange Zoë.

Hange wakes him up in the middle of the night, voice screeching on the phone in her excitement. He responds groggily—as one does when their sleep is disturbed at an ungodly hour by an overly-excited author who acts as if they’ve just found out the answers to the universe—and tries to keep himself sober enough to understand what in the goddamn fuck Hange was talking about this time.

“Levaaiiii,” she says, drawling out his name in a manner that was both annoying and endearing, “I’ve figured it out!”

He can almost imagine the look on her face: starry-eyed in her joy, mouth stretched wide into a grin, fingers shaking as she bounces in glee, shifting her weight from the heels of her feet to the tips of her toes . . .

And Levi exhales in both relief and the tiniest hint of delight, because this is exactly how he wants Hange to be: happy .

Nevertheless, he replies “Figured what out?” snarkily.

Hange’s response comes out quickly, as if she needed to say everything that had to be said in the span of five seconds or less. “So you know how I’ve been trying to write a fiction novel because I wanted to get out of my comfort zone?”

Levi hums in acknowledgement as he fixes the covers over his legs before turning on his bedside lamp. He leans back on the bed frame and closes his eyes to listen to her ramble.

“So I was thinking, I wanted to write a romance novel, because you know how people fall in love and stuff?”

“No Hange, I’ve never heard of that concept in my entire life,” Levi says in a deadpan voice.

Hange laughs, because of course she would know that’s his pathetic attempt at lighthearted conversation. Levi is glad that she knows him better than most people, and it is this sense of familiarity that made him feel particularly comfortable when graced with her presence.

“Just because you’ve never fallen in love before doesn’t mean it’s not real, Levi!” Hange tells him in jest.

Wrong, Levi thinks.

“After all, you’ve probably never wanted to kiss someone your entire life!”

Wrong, Levi thinks.

“Sure, Hange.”

He rolls his eyes at her teasing, because yes, Levi has fallen in love—and maybe, just maybe, he’s still on the road to understanding what it meant to treasure someone far more than just a regular friend.

He shakes off such thoughts before maneuvering Hange back to the initial reason why she had called. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

“I finished,” she proclaims on the phone, her voice proud, “I finished writing the first ten chapters.”

Levi blinks in confusion before sitting straight up, the information processing in his mind that was still a bit drunk with sleep. “You what?” “I couldn’t stop writing,” Hange told him sheepishly, detecting the slightest hint of concern in her editor’s voice, “I’ve been writing for the past 24 or so hours. Maybe more.”

Levi grunts in annoyance, pulling the covers away from his body and jumping out of his unmade bed. He runs a hand through his dark locks, sighing. “Four-eyes, you need to get some sleep.”

“But Levi,” Hange says in protest, “I need you to read my draft. There are some parts I just don’t think are super natural.”

“And I was sleeping like a regular human being,” Levi retorted as he shrugged off his shorts. After that, he put on jeans that he had recently washed before patting down the shirt he was wearing in a pathetic attempt to get rid of the wrinkles that had accumulated while he tossed and turned in bed.

“Oh my gosh, Levi, I didn’t realize the time!” Hange replies, and he can almost feel her guilt starting to set in. “You should go back to sleep,” she immediately adds. “Take care of yourself!”

Levi slips on his rubber shoes and grabs his umbrella before answering. “Coming from you? Not that credible.”

Hange laughs light-heartedly, and his heart flutters just a tiny bit. Levi pushes the feeling away almost as quickly as it had come.

“Have you eaten?” he asks, almost dreading the reply.

There was none.

“Hange,” he calls, but there’s still no response. “Hange. Answer me,” he says firmly, prodding her on. “Have you eaten?”

The laughter that comes out from the other end is nervous. “Woops.”

Levi sighs. He opens his car door and slips inside smoothly, grabbing his keys from his pocket and starting the engine. “Hange, you’re supposed to eat.”

“Sorry,” she tells him honestly. “I really didn’t want to ruin my momentum. I can’t believe I forgot.” She mumbles her second sentence, sounding almost deep in thought. “I’ll go find food now! Want me to email you the working draft? You can look at it in the morning when you wake up.”

“No need,” Levi tells her, placing his phone on his dashboard and accelerating his car. “I’m on the way.”

“Levi!” Hange exclaimed excitedly as she heard her doorbell ring at around four in the morning.

She rushes to the door in delight, opening it to reveal Levi standing in front of her, a paper bag in his hand and a jacket half-heartedly slung over his shoulder.

“Hi,” he greets calmly, before walking inside and letting himself in.

Inwardly, Hange thanks whatever god is out there for her foresight. Her unit was relatively clean since she hadn’t really done anything since Levi’s last visit. The place seemed to pass Levi’s health protocols, since he sat on her couch and placed the paper bag on the table right across from him.

“Eat,” he tells her, crossing his arms over his chest.

Hange grins, before plopping down beside him and opening the paper bag. “What did you get me?”

“You’ll see.”

She raises an eyebrow at his ambiguity, before taking a glimpse inside the paper bag.

The smell of quesadillas immediately fills the room, and Hange lets out a soft squeal, taking out the food from the bag quickly.

“Oh my gosh,” Hange says as she nudges him on the shoulder. “You also got me onion rings! You know me too well, Levi.”

“Unfortunately,” Levi responds sarcastically, and Hange laughs almost automatically.

As Hange hums in glee, picking apart the paper wrapped around the food items, Levi maintains his silence. They stay like that as Hange eats. Every so often, she would comment about how the amount of cheese was perfect and how the onion rings just about melted in her mouth. Levi alternates between watching her eat and scrolls through his phone placidly.

Soon, he chooses to break the silence. “So where’s your draft?”

Hange is munching on her last piece of quesadilla when she glances in his direction. “Oh, it’s on my laptop! I can’t believe I forgot to tell you, this food was just so good.”

Levi stands up and heads on over to Hange’s room, gently pushing the door open and scanning the area for her laptop. On top of her unmade bed was a half open Macbook Pro, which he gently took before returning to his seat beside Hange.

Without hesitation, Levi opens the laptop and inputs the password. For some reason, Hange made it his birthday—1225—because she claimed that no one would guess such a random date. He is greeted with a blaring Google Docs document entitled “a;lskfjdk.”

“Nice title you got there,” he comments, and Hange chuckles.

“I didn’t want to think of a title yet, okay!” Hange pouts, and Levi nudges her foot gently in an attempt to comfort her from his own teasing.

He scans the document first before reading it. Hange is a good writer, but fiction is an entirely new genre for her. Immediately, he notices common habits from writing research papers leak into her new work: overexplaining, using words that are too formal for her target audience, sentences a little bit void from emotion.

He takes note of these comments on her notes app before going over her draft again, this time more meticulously than he had done previously. During this time, Hange finishes eating, wraps her trash and tosses them all inside the paper bag before standing up and dumping the entire thing inside her garbage bin.

“Levi,” she calls as she washes her hands through the sink faucet. Levi gives her the smallest hint that he’s listening by raising his eyebrow, but he doesn’t take his gaze away from her laptop. “I’m going to take a shower,” she announces, and he waves his hand dismissively.

Hange smiles to herself. Levi is always nagging her whenever she would accidentally hyperfixate on her writing, but he acts the same way when reading her works.

When Hange stepped inside the shower, Levi was already conducting a deep dive in her third chapter. The gears in his head slowly begin to turn as he begins to analyze her work.

The story revolved around the tales of the people who went to the clinic. The first chapter was a brief introduction on who the main characters were: There’s Janelle, a bright-eyed psychologist whose passion influenced the people around her. Together with El and Bea, her trusted assistants studying under her guidance, they would aid the people who went to the Hopiatria Clinic seeking care.

Meanwhile, the second chapter featured a child who felt as if she was being blamed for the death of her mother by her father. Her mother had died in a plane crash shortly after the young girl wished that her mom could go home on her sixth birthday. Janelle talks to the child gently while El and Bea provide emotional support, offering the child toys and biscuits whenever the need arises.

The third chapter was trickier, and it was there that Levi noticed a twist in Hange’s writing. The story revolved around a boy busy getting her doctorate, and a young girl who had been in love with him ever since they were in college. It’s the young girl who comes to Janelle’s office, and she relays the tale of her unrequited childhood romance to the psychologist.

The young girl is passionate, and wanted to take a step forward in order to guide her towards falling out of love with her best friend. Janelle presents two suggestions: (1) confession, while being fully-open to the possibility of rejection, and (2) accepting rejection without confession. The young girl decides to go with the first option, but to her surprise, the boy returns her feelings.

Everything seemed well-written up until the end of the chapter, where Hange had written,

And then they kissed.

Levi scrolled down the page, tilting his head to the side in slight confusion. That’s it? He thought, trying to find the rest.

Everything had been so well-described; from the girl’s internal turmoil—caused by her fear of destroying their friendship and the pain that came with unrequited love—to the boy confessing his own emotions for her.

The ending was anticlimactic, to say the least.

As he blinked at the google document in confusion, already typing out his comment on her notes app, Hange emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was loose on her shoulders, wet from her shower. Wrapped around her waist is his bathrobe, which she had borrowed from him long ago and never bothered to return it.

Levi scoffs as he glances in her direction. Here she was, parading with the cloth on and rubbing that specific fact in his face.

“Hey,” Hange greeted, smiling as she ran a hand through her brown locks, “How’s the reading going?”

“It was okay until the third chapter,” Levi says honestly, pointing the laptop screen in her direction. “The ending’s anticlimactic.”

Hange hummed, pursing her lips together. “Yeah. I didn’t really know how to end it,” she tells him as she opens her cabinet and grabs a few pieces of clothing. “Give me a bit, I’m going to change.”

She disappears into her room and Levi focuses on her story, trying to think of a way to spur Hange on and perhaps actively improve the ending’s writing.

Hange emerges in a loose t-shirt (which was, once again, his) and shorts. She sits down right beside him, leaning over his shoulder to glance at her laptop and read the specific line that particularly irked Levi.

“It’s that one, right?” Hange asks, pointing at the last sentence. “And then they kissed.”

“Yeah,” Levi responds, shaking his head. “Everything was so well-written up ‘till that point. You were able to describe the emotions perfectly, and the narration’s not that bad . . save for a few paragraphs that maybe should’ve stayed in your research papers.”

Hange chuckles. “Old habits die hard,” she responds, before taking her Macbook from his lap and transferring it to hers. “So what should I write?”

Levi shrugs. “I’m just your editor. You’re the writer.”

Hange pouts. “Yeah, but I don’t know how to make this better.”

“Maybe describe the scene more,” Levi suggests. “Everything ended so abruptly. Every emotion you’ve created and built disappeared in that one line.”

She nods in agreement. “But Levi,” Hange whines as she slumps her head on the back of her sofa and closes her eyes. “Kissing scenes are so tricky to write.”

Hange’s eyes shoot open immediately, and Levi’s face turns red just as quickly.

“F-Forget it,” he says, interrupting her just when he saw Hange open her mouth to speak. Any semblance of calm in his body disappears immediately, and his heart starts pounding against his chest in a rhythm that reminds him too much of a beating drum.

Hange, however, looks elated.

“You want to kiss me?” she tells him in excitement, blinking at him. “I’d like that. It could help me write this scene, you know.”

Levi looks away. “It was just a spur of the moment question.”

“So, you’re not going to kiss me?”

He actively avoids her gaze because he can already see from his peripheral vision that she looks sad, disappointed even. He grunts in response, closing his eyes and focusing his attention on a random spot on the wall.

“Oh,” Hange replies, “Well, I thought it was a good idea.”

Contrary to popular belief, Levi does want to kiss Hange. More than anything.

There were many reasons why: Because she looks so handsome and beautiful at the same time, and her very smile could light up any room she’d walk into. Because she says his name in the most endearing way. Because she understands his flaws. Because she has one of the kindest hearts he’s ever seen. Because she welcomes him with open arms, not a single thread of hesitation in her mind.

Most of all, it was simply because she was Hange.

He steals a glance in her direction, and she’s slightly fiddling with the hem of his shirt, her head downcast. Her sad expression tugs at hi

Levi thinks he’s already in this too deep, so he decides to speak.

“Did you want me to kiss you?”

From his periphery, he sees her look up at him so quickly he thought her neck would break. “What would you do if I said yes?”

He doesn’t dare turn his head in her direction when he replies quietly, “What do you think?”

“Would you kiss me?” Hange asks inquisitively, tilting her head to the side.

Levi’s heart skips a beat.

“Maybe,” he says in a voice barely above a whisper. “If you’d let me.”

Hange is silent for a moment, and Levi thinks this is it, I’m going to be rejected, but he feels a gentle finger touch his chin and turn his head in Hange’s direction.

He is met with her brown orbs, shining just a bit in what seemed like hidden glee. He cocks an eyebrow at her then, confused.

“I’m letting you,” Hange says, laughing. “Kiss me, I mean.” Her face is already slowly nearing his, and he can almost see the way her thick lashes brushed against her skin.

Slowly, Levi raises his head just a tiny bit and responds against her lips, “Okay.”

Hange smiles and closes the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck as he does the same around her waist. She tastes like the peppermint of her toothpaste, smells like his shampoo (which he had kept in her apartment since he always found himself staying over), and felt warm as her skin made contact with his. Hange's lips are gentle, slow, and a little shy—so different from how she usually is. Levi knows it’s because she doesn’t want to scare him off, so he makes the first move and nips at her lower lip, taking it between his teeth and sucking it gently.

She lets out a moan, and Levi takes this as a sign to continue. He slides his hand over her back, and she shudders and deepens the kiss at the same time. Her tongue meets his, and they battle for dominance. Hange’s hand sweeps over his undercut and pushes him towards him, and it is then that he lets out a sound that vaguely resembles pleasure.

After a few minutes, Hange whispers “Levi,” as her lips make contact with his. He hums in response, pulling his lips away from her and connecting his forehead with hers.

“Hange,” he says, breathless.

“Is this you telling me you like me?” Hange asks, closing her eyes.

He doesn’t form a reply through words, but he nods and closes his eyes as well.

“Great,” Hange tells him, pecking his lips with her own. “Because I like you too. Ever since I met you, I’ve liked you. Even though you were so rude to me on the first day of college.”

He chuckles silently in relief, pulling her closer to him before placing his chin on her shoulder. “Think you’ll be able to write the ending now that you know what a kiss feels like?”

Hange laughs, and it vibrates against his shoulder as she hugs him tighter. “It’s exhilarating. I probably wouldn’t be able to put into words how good I feel that you like me back.”

“Try,” Levi teases.

“Well . . . you know that alternative title I wrote for the fictional novel?”

Levi’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “The keyboard smash?”

Hange nods. “Yeah. That’s exactly what I feel like right now.”

a;lskfjdk.

#levihan #levi x hange #levihanweek 2021 #LHW 2021 #LHWeek Day 2

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googledocsdyke · 3 years

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Do you have any thoughts/recommended texts for Cas analysis? I genuinely love the dean gender studies and I just wanna know what people might apply to Cas.

yes absolutely!! while dean studies is my first love i also deeply love cas analysis (casnalysis?) and wanna strive to do more of it. here’s some stuff off the top of my head:

1. gender, sexuality, heavenly embodiment

this is much more theological and less psychological than dean’s whole Deal because there’s so much fascinating stuff around how the angels in general experience express and conceptualise gender (@autisticandroids has a good post about angel gender & lily sunder has some regrets) but for cas in particular there’s this fascinating kind of collective fandom agreement (which i DO also agree with) that cas’ own gender kind of is gay man, that he actively chose gay manhood, but also that he’s kind of..... lacking the Insane Genderishness that dean exhibits at all times, even though he actively chose to engage in male gendering and became so comfortable housed Within Jimmy that he, as some post i saw the other day that i can’t find anymore said, “became his own body” when jimmy died.

like on the one hand there’s an almost-canonical transness to the whole process but it also never feels fully written-into because 1) the supernatural writers for all their insanity are sometimes very boring and *most* of the time only feel interested in narratively expressing angels As Their Vessels anyways and just like leaving convenient spaces around these questions (boldest thing they ever did was hot girl cas which i WISH i had the range to unpack) 2) there’s a vague inevitabilist shrug to the whole thing since they obviously weren’t gonna recast misha collins (though they HAVE tried to get rid of him) and 3) something amorphous about cas’ entire..... personhood? makes him Empty Of Gender as a contrast to dean’s Full Of Gender (i believe it was @deanwinchestergender who said this) and like is it just the juxtaposition to dean/jensen’s whole insane Deal? or something else?

like he actively chooses the terms of his own embodiment and yet narratively it feels like a shrug. and we’re all like “well obviously even though he’s a celestial being he was always a gay man” and like WHY. i love it idk idk much to think about! and yeah just in general the theological questions of possession and cas genuinely Becoming a man as he iterates himself consciously towards humanity it almost feels like. by doing the most boring things possible with his gender they made it interesting? idk if that makes sense.

2. discipline, free will, metanarratives

cas is like a tool (“i am not a hammer, as you say”) held in constant discipline and surveillance by the system that enmeshes him and it’s really, really fascinating to watch the way the angels hold each other to conformity. especially pre-god they kind of produce each other as foucauldian disciplinary subjects (which i posted about here) in perpetual visibility through angel radio, generating their own and each other’s conformity rather than being directly ruled through like a single centralised source of power. only the spectre of a god. and obviously cas’ whole thing is that he has ALWAYS disobeyed and the narrative affords him this psychological interiority never given to the foucauldian subject, an internal will and desire for freedom in a way that fits more with the liberal subject (super roughly and not with the same pro-capitalist implications but he has this internal drive for self-liberation.

and that’s also where the metanarrative comes in ofc! i think it was @dykecas who said that cas is a real person written by people who hate him, and there’s this crack in the narrative (mirroring the crack in his chassis) where cas gets in, over and over, despite all the order imposed by the show’s authorfathergod. like we’ve all seen the analysis about how it was Never supposed to be this way they DID try to fire misha collins in 2012 and yet this gay man literally cannot be stopped! i think actually his appearance in scoobynatural is a neat little distillation of this — he drops into this animated world originally with a singular purpose (Save Sam And Dean) the same way he dropped into lazarus rising with a single 3-episode arc (Save Dean). huge hammer behaviour. his “utility” diminishes within the narrative (he finds that he can’t fly in the scooby doo universe) and so he is no longer a tool/means to an end that salvation moves Through. and in the process (and huge creds to @lesbianyuugi for this) he does something ENTIRELY unrelated to his original cas-as-tool aim, and learns, like, the meaning of laughter from shaggy and scooby. WHICH brings me onto the third point

3. love, queer kinship, family-making

HE’S GAY AND HE’S A DAD! i feel like a lot of tumblr throws around the term “found family” in a very flat and tropey way (which is fine it’s cute and fun no matter what!) but like . GOD there’s so much specific stuff going on here. like the way that cas (unintentionally) obliterates the midwestern white christian nuclear family (made incarnate in the novaks) which like could be uniformly portrayed as an act of deep malice and villainy but instead grows to serve as a surrogate (if imperfect/complex, but DEEPLY loving) father figure for the gay daughter who has now escaped that nuclear family/seen it destroyed depending on how you read it? like he remasters the entire concept of fatherhood and it’s a very interesting (if DEEPLY) unintentional subversion of the homewrecking non-nuclear gay trope. cas is so good because his character arc doesn’t say “look, gay people can be normal and have perfect settled families just like you” it says “gay people DON’T have normal settled families actually and they are full of love anyways! or Because of the abnormalcy itself!)

to cite ziz lesbianyuugi again he DOES queer fatherhood in his parenting of jack particularly because it really is one of the ONLY parent-child relationships in the show that breaks the incessant cycle of abuse and control and cold indifference perpetuated by the authorfathergod (a cycle reified in 15x20 lol). like god’s treatment of cas and his siblings mirrors john’s treatment of sam and dean (particularly dean) mirrors victor’s treatment of krissy and her crew mirrors dean’s later treatment of jack. there is a CONSTANT reiteration of the story of authorfathergod (often a father tightly entwined in biological kinship) treating a child as a mechanism or a tool or a means to an end. and cas looks at ALL that he has suffered and all that he is ever known and chooses constantly to reject it with every piece of love he expresses for his child. and not to sound like the kind of academic people make fun of on twitter but there is an INHERENT queerness to that. gay love will pierce through [the veil of death/the thick silence of abuse/the mechanism of godly control/hegemonic american masculinity] and save the day

anyways here are some very haphazard recs on everything above for further reading:

angels in america (tony kushner)

histrionics of the pulpit: trans tonalities of religious enthusiasm

the public universal friend: religious enthusiasm in revolutionary america

discipline and punish (michel foucault)

friendship as a way of life (michel foucault)

the genesis of blame (recommended by @pietacastiel who has GREAT theology content in general

all about love (bell hooks)

the chapter “when hated characters talk back” in anti-fandom: dislike and hate in the digital age (is actually explicitly about cas)

also cannot recommend enough following the ppl i tagged above!! most of the unlinked stuff is available through http://libgen.li/ and bookshop is a good alternative to amazon if ur american and want physical copies

#thank you so much for this ask it was a delight to answer #spn #casnalysis #making a tag officially #gendernatural #long post

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eureka-its-zico · 3 years

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Damage

Request: You meet JB in a bar and have a one-night stand

A/N: My friend has asked me for JB fics none stop. I haven’t been able to finish one, because I get stuck in my head and think everything is trash. I think this one is okay, at best. I’ve edited as much as my eyes can stand. Either way, she seemed to enjoy it. I hope you all enjoy it in some way too. Much Love, Jenn

p.s. It’s named Damage because I literally had the song of the same name from H.E.R playing on repeat the entire time.

Jaebum X Reader

Genre: SmUt

Words:5534

Warnings: semi-public sex, rough play, some ass-slaping - you get the picture -

There was a time that the idea of sleeping with a complete stranger from a bar would’ve never crossed your mind. It wasn’t that you were a prude. A part of you secretly wanted to know what it felt like to be so overwhelmed by another that they made you less cautious and more adventurous. No one ever seemed able to stir that emotion in you, however.

Until you’d met JB.

Now, as his fingers traced across your skin, his lips kissed at the hollow of your neck, you couldn’t imagine an alternate universe where you didn’t say yes. Where you weren’t pressed into the backseat of a stuffy cab not caring that you had an audience while JB’s hand made its way between your thighs. His mouth hungrily lapping up your moan as his fingers slid under the edge of your panties.

A part of you should’ve felt embarrassed. You were passengers in this cab. The obvious audience of the older man up front would’ve normally made you shove his hand away with your cheeks pink; pretending to care if they watched.

But JB was a force you weren’t used to. One that threatened to consume you and god, did you want to be consumed.

EARLIER

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“Come on, Y/N. You can’t be sad forever about that asshole.”

Your fingers skimmed the paper of your beer smearing an image of a heart in the condensation. Your teeth drawing in your bottom lip as you thought about what your friend was saying. Of course, she was right. It was two weeks, give or take, since you broke up with Mark. You’d had your days of wallowing, eating copious amounts of ice cream, and crying on the couch watching rom-coms and asking why can’t your life be like this?

There wasn’t any doubt your ex wasn’t off doing the same. Hell, he’d made sure to take pictures of his latest escapades and made sure to share it to his social media. Not that you were looking at any of it or anything.

“You’re right,” you huffed out in defeat.

Why was it so hard to let him go? It wasn’t like he’d had such a hard time deciding to end your relationship.

“I’m sorry. What was that? Can you say it a little louder for me please I’m hard of hearing.”

You shot her a look of disbelief that sent her head falling back with laughter.

“This one time you might be a little bit right.”

You took a swig of your drink to hide your own smile.

“Plus, how can you be sad over that loser when the hottest dude is five feet away.”

You followed her eyes to see what had her making such a bold claim. There were plenty of good looking men and women in the bar. How could one person possibly hold the title when your opinion could be different?

It wasn’t.

You found him easily. No longer needing the guide of your friend to find who it was that’d caught her attention. And sweet Jesus he was hands down the best looking in the room.

He was leaning up against the wall. His eyes half crescent moons as he smiled. One hand holding a beer that was close to his lips as he replied back to whatever his friend said. You shamelessly watched how his lips wrapped around the bottle to take a drink. The sharpness of his jaw and the expanse of his neck.

You wanted to know what he looked like with his mouth on you and tasting the sweetness between your thighs.

The desire for it caused your legs to squeeze together to give yourself any sort of friction. Your mind still going over the fantasy you were creating with him in the starring role. Suddenly, he was looking back at you. A harsh blush rose to your cheeks at being caught but refused to look away.

God! What am I doing?!

You’ve never been the one to make the first move. Of any kind. Eye contact felt like a first move of showing interest, but you were more than interested and a part of you wondered if he could see it. See that even this far between your spaces in the bar how badly you wanted to know how he tasted.

A gasp brought your attention back to the position of your friend. Her mouth agape in shock but that threatened to spill into a smile at any moment.

“Hollleeeeey shit! Did you just give that guy ‘fuck me eyes’ from across the bar?”

You scoffed at the idea before shooting a cautionary look back in his direction. Using your elbows that were on the top of the bar you swiveled yourself to face the many rows of liquor. Fighting the urge to look back at him again or acknowledge your friend bouncing in her seat.

“Yes you fuckin did!”

Your reply was a quick swig of your drink as you tried your best not to grimace at the taste. You’d been babysitting it too long and now it was lukewarm.

“I've had my heart broken. I’m not dead,” you replied.

“Let’s go over and talk to them!”

Your head whipped in her direction so fast you swore you’d ended up with whiplash. Yes, you were looking. And yes, this man did provoke unholy fantasies, but that didn’t mean you were ready to be that close.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope. I think this will be good for you.”

She ignored your burst of panic and waved down the bartender who acknowledged her sooner than you would’ve liked.

“What can I get you ladies.”

“Two shots of tequila, please.”

“What are you doing?”

She wiggled her brows at you and rubbed her shoulder up against yours. Her weak attempt to pump you up with excitement for whatever diabolical thing she’d planned.

“Just a little liquid courage before we head on over.”

“Heading towards the door, you mean.”

Your words came out as a grumble. A pout setting in as the bartender set down the small glasses in front of the two of you. Which she quickly slid hers to click beside yours.

“You, my lovely friend, are going to have both.”

“Are you trying to give me alcohol poisoning?”

“Nope. Just trying to help you get some guiltless sex with a stranger.”

“Wow. You’re so amazing,” you deadpanned. Your hand snacking out to grab one of the shot glasses downing the first one. You were sure the reaction you were having looked like a cartoon character. God, this stuff was disgusting. “I’m pretty sure that stuff causes forest fires.”

The bartender offered you a lemon, amusement flashing in his eyes. You were hoping he could see the thank you in yours with your mouth shoved full of lemon.

You left it sitting in your mouth; teeth clenched tight against the softness and the peel exposed between your lips. You wondered if this was picture worthy and received your answer moments later when your friends’ camera flashed in your face. Your vision erupting in sparks of dark spots that left you unable to see.

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

With the peel still held between your lips you made a face at her. Her mouth opened to reply, and suddenly it closed. Her eyes wide and darting from you to whoever was now perched beside you.

You remembered you still had a shot left and decided it was time to meet your fate. Your legs moved to turn you to sit straight on the stool when you realized someone was beside you at the bar. In perfect horror movie fashion, you glanced at your right and saw the man who’d caused your need for liquid courage.

He was just there. His body casually leaning against the bar with an air of coolness that didn’t seem forced. He was talking with the bartender. The two of them locked in a conversation like they were old friends and catching up. Maybe they were.

Up close he was even more striking. His hair was perfectly slicked back to make it appear short, but it was anything but. The gel he’d used was beginning to wear off and displayed hair that was beginning to fall into his eyes.

You wanted to run your hands through it. To grip it as you rode his tongue.

It felt like he must have had a sensation of what you were thinking. He ended his conversation and turned to look at you. A spark of laughter lit up the dark brown of his eyes and you swore you were swooning in your chair.

“I see you must really like lemons.”

Your brow furrowed as you wondered what the hell he could be talking about. He must have caught on to your confusion and patted a single digit against the lemon peel still peaking like a smile between your lips. Your eyes shot wide with horror as you not too gracefully spit it out onto the napkin.

“Oh...my...god,” you whispered at the wood of the bar. Praying that the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“Hi!” Your friend shot an arm over you with her hand extended for him to shake. “My name’s Vanessa. This is my lovely friend, Y/N. The lemon sucker.”

Your head jerked in her direction and you hoped she could see how much you wish you could hit her.

The man beside you, however, looked nothing but amused and took Vanessa’s hand. You couldn’t keep your eyes from looking at his fingers; the way it practically covered all of hers.

“Nice to meet you both.”

He released her hand and shocked you by leaving his hand open and waiting for you to take. You glanced up at him and then back down to his hand. You took it without waiting too long, because you didn’t want him to think you were rude, or worse, weirder than he probably already did. The minute your hands folded around the other you swore it was electric.

“My name’s Jaebum. Everyone calls me JB, for short.”

Jaebum. JB. You would call him whatever he wanted. His voice was soft as he spoke and forced you to move closer to hear him. You wondered if that’d been his plan. It was the only thing you could think of as his thumb caressed over the knuckles of your hand before he took it away.

You dropped your hand down to the side of your skirt and fought not to rub it against the fabric. The attraction you felt for JB was something that’d come unexpected and you found yourself inexperienced. It felt overwhelming this need to touch him. To be touched in return. To know how he sounded with your lips wrapped around his cock and those same hands on the back of your head. Bending you over and smacking your ass until it was cherry red.

You were still staring at each other as these devilish thoughts played out in your head. His eyes roamed your face and you wondered what he saw there. If JB could see the dirty scenarios he held the starring role in. His gaze slid over you from the tips of your toes, over the exposed legs from your skirt, your chest, and back up to your face.

There was no denying he’d thought of his own scenario with you in mind. His pupils fully blown with lust when he brought his eyes back up to you. Your pulse thudded wildly as you struggled to remember how to properly breathe.

“Did you girls want to come back over to our table?” The question was meant for both Vanessa and you, but when he asked his gaze never left you. He only looked away to point to his indicated spot. “It’s just me and a couple of my friends. I promise, we aren’t weird or anything.”

A bright smile spread across his lips and if you weren’t swooning earlier, you were definitely doing it now. You were nodding your head yes, unsure if you could trust yourself to talk. Vanessa, unfortunately, didn’t seem to have that issue.

“That would be amazing and so good for her. Her boyfriend just broke up with her. She’s very vulnerable.”

Oh. My. God. Was she winking like an idiot?

You looked back at her and couldn’t keep the horror off of her face. Luckily, JB laughed it off. He reached out to grab the drinks he’d ordered and motioned with his head for you girls to follow. You waited for Vanessa to start forward before you fell into step beside her. Your arm shooting out to wrap itself around hers just so you could use it to pull her in tight.

“What in the hell was that!?”

“I’m trying to help you here. Most men love the idea of a girl on the rebound.”

“Because they think they’re easy, Nessa.”

“Precisely.”

She flicked her finger up like she’d just made a great discovery. The only thing she was about to discover was that you were, in fact, desperate but for a whole other reason.

No part of you could remember your ex looking at JB. And while the idea of any sort of relationship with him, physical or otherwise, made you excited there was still that small voice in your head. The not so fun responsible part of you reminded you that you didn’t know him. He could be a weird pervert or a serial killer. Ninety-nine percent of serial killers were usually attractive.

You let out a sigh not sure how to tell her nicely to butt out.

“Just, help me less. Ok?”

She regarded you for a moment. Her arm peeling itself out of yours before bringing you in quickly for a one-armed hug.

“Alright. Girl Scouts honor I won’t say anything else.”

“Thank you!”

And you meant it. Lord knew she only meant well, but in the end it came off embarrassing. Like the two of you were sixteen and in high school again. With you passing notes to all the boys you liked because you were too damn nervous to say anything to their face. You thought it was romantic. In reality, it just seemed well, kinda awkward.

The two of you stood beside the pool table and you did your best not to fidget with your bag. The weight of six new sets of eyes made you feel like an animal in a zoo.

“Guys, this is Vanessa and Y/N. I invited them over to hang out with us. If that’s cool.”

The friends all seemed to go from caution to excitement at seeing you in two point five seconds. All of them agreeing it was cool, and waving you all over to find a chair to sit in.

You were following Vanessa to seats in between two of his friends, when a soft hand on your arm stopped you. You knew without looking it was JB. Your body reacting instantly to his touch as if it’d been set on fire.

“You can sit next to me. If you’d like.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Your voice was breathy. Like you were telling him a secret the two of you only needed to hear. The chair in question that sat beside his own, was inches from him. So close that when you sat down your knees were next one another.

He regarded you briefly before he turned his attention back to his group. His arm snaking around your chair to rest on its back. You were aware that it was a show of dominance. Of signaling to his friends and anyone else who cared to look that you were his. The thought of it sent a thrill through your body of being claimed. Only wishing he would claim you another way too.

JB’s group of friends were fun and easy to get a long with. One of them in particular, Hyun-Bae, was incredibly funny. He told stories that were entertaining and knew when to use his humor to make everyone laugh. It was enough to make you almost forget the man beside you. Almost.

You weren’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere between everyone talking, JB’s hand that’d rested comfortably on the back of your chair had moved. His fingers brushed along your skin from your shoulder to collarbone. Each stroke deliberate; sexual and not. Like he could read that you found it comforting but also craved his touch.

You ached with the urge to kiss him. To taste the liquor on his tongue. All those times you turned to imagine yourself leaning in and doing just that, you’d met his gaze. The two of you shared a look of knowing and wondered if he’d just been waiting for you to close the last inches of space between you. You were looking at each other now; eyes hungrily glancing at the others lips.

You wanted to be brave. To just close that space and tell him just to take you home. Screw this dance of cat and mouse. You didn’t want to be chased. You wanted to be owned.

Instead, a soft, “Excuse me,” came from you as you rose up from your chair. You couldn’t get your feet to walk fast enough to the bathroom. You were moving so fast you practically took someone out on the way inside. Getting inside the bathroom, you quickly shut the door and turned the lock.

You were instantly greeted by your reflection in the dirty, marker-ridden, mirror. What you could see of yourself was defeated. A huff of frustration left you as you removed your bag from your shoulder and placed it on the hook on the back of the door. Your feet scuffing the ground as you took a somber approach to the sink.

You told Vanessa you could do this. You didn’t need help to tell a hot guy you wanted him to fuck you until your legs were far past jello and more like liquid. And every time you were given the opportunity to do something at all, you backed out.

You rested your hands on the sink and leaned in. Examining your makeup and how very un-messy it was.

“Note to self: just fuckin do it.”

Yup. The greatest of pep talks.

You weren’t ready to leave the sanctity of the bathroom but a knock sounded on the door. Reminding you very quickly that there were actual people who probably needed to use it. You moved to pick up your bag when another knock came.

“Yea, yea I’m coming. Chill.”

When you opened the door, however, JB was just there. His body pushing into the bathroom causing you to step back to give him room. He closed the door without looking back. His body fully facing you as the door clicked closed behind him.

“JB? Sorry I was just using the restroom-”

“Is that what that was? I mostly heard talking; no flushing.”

His lips spread in an amused smile no doubt at your expense. Your eyes were probably as white as the moon. How long had he been waiting out here?

“Sorry. I just got a little impatient waiting for you.”

In one fluid motion, his arm snaked around your back, and brought you to his chest. JB was prepared for you and his other hand was already holding your face giving him the perfect leverage to crash his mouth down on yours. The moment your lips met that electricity you’d felt earlier flared back to life. This time, it flared across your skin and sparked in every spot he touched.

The kiss started out a brush of lips and soon became more. His tongue danced at the edge of your bottom lip and you gladly opened up to him. Your hands plunging to make a mess of his perfectly gelled hair at the same time his tongue slipped inside your mouth.

You were eager to respond. Eager to caress his tongue with yours. His mouth tasted of the bittersweet liquor he’d sipped on for the last hour. Suddenly, the overwhelming urge to taste yourself on his lips made your body ache to be touched in other places. For your fantasies of his mouth on you to begin here. You didn’t care where.

JB seemed to understand what you needed. He broke from the kiss fast and turned you around. His body pressed against your back and his hands at the edge of your skirt. You watched in the mirror as he moved your skirt up to your hips exposing your thong to the room.

He watched you, his lips hovering over your ear before giving it a playful nip, and those same hands were now laced in the strings. JB moved back just enough to squat down so his hands could move them down your legs until he reached your ankles.

“Step out.”

You followed his command without question. Your head tilting back to watch the little bit of cloth he held in his hand get scrunched up even smaller and placed inside the front pocket of his jeans. His eyes looked up to meet yours, and your body froze with anticipation. Whatever he would ask you to do, you knew you would comply.

“Spread your legs.”

The demand in his voice was feverish. His own need on display as his hand caressed up your calf until it was between your thighs. A finger teasingly moved across your opening, causing a soft gasp to exit from your lips. You did as you were instructed and waited until you heard an approving, “Hm,” from his lips.

The room swelled as the anticipation grew. The reflection you’d seen moments ago was washed away and the woman who’d taken her place was eager and ready to offer up her own demands.

JB moved to stand on his feet with his hands traveling along the curve of your legs and up onto your hips. There his fingers dug into the soft flesh as he leaned into your back, his eyes on yours in the mirror, as he spoke into your ear, “Place your hands on the sink.”

“Spank me first.”

A shiver of shock ran through you. You couldn’t believe you’d said it, but after your request had left you, you’d refused to take it back. Your body craved to be reprimanded by his hands and the smirk on his lips told you plainly he was more than happy to oblige.

“Beg for it.”

“Please spank me. Please, JB.”

His hand curled up to wrap around your throat as his index finger danced at the edge of your lips.

“How bad do you want it?”

“I want I-“

The smack reverberated like thunder in the small room. The sting was instant and beautiful. The heat between your legs was aching and your ass jetted against his jeans for any kind of friction. JB stepped back, denying you any form of relief, and landed another smack on your exposed cheek.

This one made your knees wobble as the pleasure rolled through you. Your hands on the sink was the only thing that saved you from showing him what he’d done.

“You love that don’t you?”

JB already knew you did, but he wanted to hear you. He needed to hear you say how much you loved feeling his hand leaving its mark, red and angry, on your skin.

“Yes,” you gasped. “It feels so good.”

He landed another smack and you couldn’t keep yourself quiet anymore. Your moan loud and aching like your pussy. Luckily, his hand was still on your throat and silenced you by placing his fingers in your mouth. You sucked on them immediately and this time you could feel JB rut against your ass. The hardness of his cock pressed against the fabric of his jeans gave away just how turned on he was at your bathroom escapades.

He pulled his fingers free from your mouth and, with the same fingers, slick and wet, placed it between your legs. The two digits moving to slide between your folds. First, scissoring around your clit; caressing the delicate bud until you gave him the moan he worked for.

When the soft sound left you JB slid them deep inside you causing the noise to become louder. A shudder ran through your body as you backed up into him.

His fingers removed themselves suddenly, and you couldn’t keep the disappointment from escaping you. A whine you were sure sounded like you were close to tears. JB gave your ass another smack and all it did was drive the need inside you closer to madness.

His hands planted themselves onto your ass and you felt him kneel down. Those two strategically placed hands lifting up the flesh there leaving your pussy exposed and aching in his view. Your hands were gripping the porcelain of the sink so tight you’d thought it’d crack. Your body trembling in anticipation of what he might do and the need to cover yourself up playing tug-of-war in your head.

The idea of any sort of hiding vanished when his mouth planted itself between your legs. His tongue snaking out to flick across your clit made you back up to greet his mouth. JB quickly took that moment to slide his tongue from clit to ass. The sensation was so foreign and new to you, you weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed, but the pleasure you got quickly washed the thought away.

JB gave you no time to pull yourself together. His face was back between your legs with an eager tongue to lick up every last drop. His tongue swirled around your clit and sent light flicks when you were least expecting it. Each time your legs threatened to crumble, but JB held you there with steady hands.

His tongue explored you thoroughly and put to his memory what made your knees weak. What caused a soft mulling sound of need to claw up from your throat. And what caused your grip on the sink to become almost violent.

Between each languid lick his tongue would find itself taking long strides all the way up and back down to your peak. Your body had now grown accustomed to the new sensation, and you welcomed it greedily as you pushed back against his face.

When JB knew you were so close to your sweet release he focused his tongue more on your swollen bud. Each new caress of his tongue gradually made it harder for your arms to hold you up. For your legs to keep from shaking uncontrollably.

Your orgasm continued to grow; blossoming between your folds with an ache that your body felt. You were so, so close and with a final thrust of his tongue you felt your world spin and that sweet heat between your legs finally sent shockwaves all over your body.

You came moaning so loud anyone else would’ve thought you were screaming. Your head thrown back and riding the sensation of his greedy mouth taking everything you had to offer.

When his lips finally released from you, your body was still coming down from your orgasm. The loud panting that came from you as you leaned against the sink completely spent. You watched in the mirror as he pulled a golden foil packet from his pocket. His eyes sinfully watching you as he ripped it carefully with his teeth. JB’s finger moved quickly to take out the slick rubber from the packet and begin to work it down his shaft.

You’d been so consumed with recovering from his tongue that you hadn’t realized when he’d taken his cock out of his jeans that were now shameless at his ankles. He put a few fingers inside your wetness that caused you to gasp. Your body was still recovering from what had just taken place.

He used your cum to lubricate himself and placed himself at your entrance. Already the tip of him stretching you out with the delicious sting that told you he was thick. You couldn’t wait.

You moved to push back into him to help him inside and he pulled away. His hand smacking down on your ass making you even more eager.

“Patience is a virtue.”

He tried to be funny, but his voice was deep and throaty with his own lust. You were close to pleading with him again like before, but he let it be known quickly he had no intentions to wait.

JB slid inside you and you felt your pussy stretch to accommodate him. The feel of him making your breath catch. His girth much thicker than you’d imagined, and your body shook from the pleasure of feeling yourself stretch around him.

His thrusts started off slow until he knew you’d had enough time. His hands found an anchor on your hips and used them to pull you in to meet his hips. A string of curse words fell from your mouth as your hips rocked back into him.

Each movement felt like he was going deeper. JB’s hands on the cheeks of your ass kept you spread open to him and left no friction to catch his thrusts. Every single one was felt as he buried himself inside you in a rhythmic timing that left you moaning.

You caught your reflection in the mirror, and glanced over to watch him as he worked. The way his hips bucked up only to be brought down. His hands stationed on your hips and bruising the flesh there as his grip got tighter. JB looked up and caught a glimpse of you in the mirror. His eyes locked with yours as he continued that unrelenting pace.

He removed a hand from your ass and used it to wrap back around your neck. When he knew he had a good grip, he used it to pull you close to his chest. The angle of him in this new position somehow made him feel like he was pushing into your gut.

Your mouth opened to make another sound, a moan or a scream you weren’t sure which, when that hand in your throat tilted your mouth towards him. His own came crashing down on your lips with his tongue that tasted of you slipping inside. You eagerly opened your mouth to him, and your tongue quickly moved to get a taste.

JB deepened the kiss as his hips began to thrust harder into you. The movement building up your orgasm with each brutal movement until it threatened to spill over.

“You taste so good with me on your lips.”

Your words fell earnest from your lips. You meant every one of them. You’d never tasted yourself so pretty on anyone else’s lips. JB obliged as he took your lips back. His mouth silenced another moan as his last free hand found its way back to your clit. Your body jumped at the added sensation. Your mouth tore away from his as another moan dripped from your lips.

You were so close. You could fill yourself ready to cum if only he would let you. JB must have been close too, because his thrusts started becoming more violent and sporadic. Hitting in all the right places.

At the same time as his fingers made small circles around your clit, a singular hard thrust of his hips sent his cock deep inside you. Your vision erupted in a sea of white. Your orgasm sent your body rutting back against him.

He rode your orgasm and somehow made it grow in intensity as he continued to move his hips. His own breathing going ragged as you felt him finally release into you.

When you both were able to breathe again, you’d realized you were laying over the sink. JB’s forehead resting on your back as you both struggled to regain your composure.

JB was the first to move. The first to begin the arduous process of cleaning up. Like a voyeur, you watched him as he threw away the spent rubber and tuck himself back inside his jeans. A smirk creased your lips when you noticed he now had noticeable wet spots on his tee shirt.

“You know, I don’t even know anything about you.”

You weren’t sure why you made the comment or why it mattered. You’d just had sex with the man in a damn bar bathroom. But JB didn’t seem to mind. His own smile curling his lips as he salvaged what he could of his hair.

“What would you like to know?”

“Well,” you began as you started to situate your skirt. “What’s your favorite color?”

It was a silly question. By the look on JB’s face, he knew it was, but he humored you anyways.

“It used to be blue, but I think red might be a new favorite.”

“Why is that?”

You were wondering where your panties had gone until you spied a bit of the black cloth hanging from his pocket. JB walked over to you in a few steps and planted a soft kiss down on your lips. One that spoke plainly, this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see each other.

“Because it currently matches the color of your ass.”

JB was out the door and in the bar’s hallway before you’d even got a chance to respond.

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WinterIron fic rec 2021: Part I

Note: this fic rec consists only of Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark fics. the only Stucky & Stony you might see is as past relationships but that’s it. it’s also complete works ONLY. also - no underage stuff 🔪. if you have any requests for Winteriron fic recs (for e.g non-superpower au, only one shots, series, hardcore smut, post-tws, college au, not team cap friendly fics, bodyguard au etc.) you can send me requests ^^. anyway... enjoy 😉

✨ The Guiding of Death by RayShippouUchiha

“That whole Merchant of Death thing,” someone off to the side faux whispers, ��makes a lot more sense now.”

It echoes across the bridge like a gunshot.

Rated M, Hades & Persephone AU, Canon Divergence, always female Tony Stark, not Team Cap friendly. word count: 41391

(note: listen... I know het pairings and/or gender bend is not popular and I never really read those in general BUT this is straight up one of the best fics I have ever read so I NEEDED to share this with y’all...✌️)

✨ Forms of Love by bear_bell

Tony's the bad guy, after all. He's used to it. He's fine with it. He's good at it.

Only now, there's something far worse loitering around the tower - The Winter Soldier. No one notices the guy at first, but when they do, Tony figures that he should have the soldier's back.

Birds of a feather should flock together, and the bad guys should start a book club.

Rated E, Post-CW, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities, Team Iron Man. word count: 33591

✨ Looking at You by NotEvenCloseToStraight

Bucky looks for so long that now all he wants to do is touch and hold and fix everything. But Tony can barely be in the same room as Bucky, cant even look him in the eye. So Bucky doesn't know what to do about Tony, but he is determined to do something. Because all he wants is to look at Tony, and see Tony looking back with a smile.

Rated E, Post-CW, PTSD, team heals, mental healing, forgiveness, angst with a happy ending. word count: 28,168

✨ I'll Be Your Bodyguard (If You'll Be My Security Blanket) by NarutoRox

When one of Loki's pranks gone wrong leaves the team with a young Winter Soldier in their care, they know they're going to have their hands full. Especially since this newer, tinier version of Bucky seems to have a bodyguard complex - and a particular attachment to Tony.

Rated T, kid fic, age regression/de-aging, de-aged Bucky, tiny bodyguard Bucky. word count: 4,993.

(note: finally something CUTE. Im so sorry for being such a slut for angst and heavy stuff 😅)

✨ Fate Strings Not Required by Akira_of_the_Twilight

Tony took the hint.

Tony wrapped his hand around the new guy’s elbow. He kept his touch light and breakable in case he’d misread the cue.

“Just some guy claiming to be my soul mate, babe.”

The new guy’s eyebrows rose to his hairline in surprise. He chuckled and gave the first guy a smirk. “Strange. Last time I checked we were soul mates.”

Rated T, AU - no superpowers, AU - soulmates, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, age difference. word count: 7,032.

✨ Shameless by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)

Tony isn’t actually sure which of them starts it—he’d like to take credit, but if he’s learned anything it’s that Barnes is by no means a wilting flower. Besides, the start doesn’t matter as much as figuring out who’s going to actually finish it.

rated M, flirting, dirty talk, sexual tension. word count: 2,560

✨ Winter Wooer by salytierra

Winter may not be the most pleasant guy to live or share your body with, but he isn't nearly as destructive as everybody expected him to be either. He likes to brood in the corners, watch British TV, and freak people out. And Tony. He really, really likes Tony Stark. There's just one problem – Bucky's pretty sure he doesn't feel the same way about the guy.

Rated M, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities, team as family. word count: 8,726

✨ Even Darkness Must Pass by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)

“Fake it till you make it,” Bucky whispered to himself, swallowing around his panic. Sam had drilled the idea into him, and it had become a mantra of sorts, something to hold onto when all he wanted to do was blend into the shadows and disappear.

“You’ll be fine.”

Steve placed a warm, strong hand on Bucky’s shoulder and squeezed, his super soldier ears having picked up Bucky uttering the now familiar saying.

Bucky nodded, tried to believe his own words, and followed Steve onto the common floor, a wall of sound hitting them as they entered.

rated M (but mild sexual content), parent Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes recovering, team as family, of love and hobbits 🧝🏻‍♂️. word count: 15,289

✨ Paths Are Made by Walking by Potrix

The road to recovery is long, winding and a different one for every person walking it. Bucky chooses to help himself the only way he knows how; by doing what he does best.

Or, alternatively; the one in which Tony is a mess and accidentally kick-starts Bucky’s protective mother hen instincts.

rated T, post-TWS, fluff, humour, getting together, idiots in love. word count: 4,744.

✨ Rise In Perfect Light (Be Not Fearful Of The Night) by RayShippouUchiha

At first, the new element singing in his chest, Tony doesn’t understand what he’s done.

Doesn’t understand the full consequences of his actions.

But, to be fair, there’s no way he really could have.

Not even a futurist like him could have ever seen this coming.

rated G, post-CW, past Stony, angst with a happy ending. word count: 3,589.

(note: this fic is SO BEAUTIFUL. lemme just asjkdjnsjkdm)

✨ and amidst the ruins, there was you by TheKitteh

With everything resolved - post the Berlin conflict, Siberia and the rogue Avengers' return - Tony relishes in the clarity of what the team is now. He can finally see the well-defined lines, he can rely on solid rules and the chain of command. He's settled into his life like never before.

That is, until one day, an unhinged sorcerer with no grasp on his magic shatters that new-found balance.

As a result, half of Tony's soul is now gone, but he's willing to do anything to get it back.

rated T, post-CW, canon divergence, au - Dystopia, Dimension Travel, magical accidents, slow burn, getting together. word count: 36,976

✨ and so we unfold by TheKitteh

Senbazuru. Thousand Cranes.

An ancient Japanese legend that promises anyone who folds a thousand origami cranes will be granted a wish by the gods. Some stories believe you are granted happiness and eternal good luck, instead of just one wish, such as long life or recovery from illness or injury.

Bucky’s not big on believing in any legends, not after all that has happened. He just wants to create something for a change, not destroy.

He needs to prove himself that he can be trusted to handle something delicate. He doesn’t need a promise of a wish come true. He just,- needs to do this for himself.

He doesn’t need noticing how sad, tired Stark looks. Doesn’t need to want to do something for the man, when he can barely do anything for himself.

rated T, CACW canon divergence, getting together, reconciliation, POV alternating, Bucky Barnes recovering. word count: 14,449

✨ Spilt on the Ground like Water by tisfan

Tony has been black-bagged and illegally held at the Raft. Steve has no intentions of going to rescue him.

But the Winter Soldier isn't going to leave him behind.

rated E, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, implied/referenced torture, frottage, dub-con, mention of part non-con (HYDRA trash party), not Steve friendly, suicidal thoughts, touch-starved. word count: 10,853

✨ Norns, Save Us (From Ourselves) by phlintandsteel

It’s been ten years since half the universe was dusted.

rated E, post-IW au, A/B/O verse, Omega Tony, Alpha Bucky, Soulmates, Peter & Harley playing matchmaker, still recovering Bucky Barnes, not Steve Rogers Friendly, angst with a happy ending. word count: 37,324.

✨ Change You Like A Remix by ficlicious

No one ever said Avenging would be easy, but Bucky could have really used a memo about the weeks where the hits just didn’t stop coming. He’d probably still have signed his soul away to the gods of spandex and paperwork, but a heads up woulda been nice before he nodded and smiled and took up residence in the house sanity fled when the Avengers moved in.

---- Soulmates, misunderstandings, snark, genderswap and sleep-deprived Avengers abound. Tony's a woman. Must be Friday.

rated E, AU - soulmates, established relationship, temporary gender swap, jealous Bucky Barnes, misunderstanding, miscommunication. word count: 10,494.

✨ Getting to Know You by orbingarrow

It had been an adventure, navigating the sweetly apologetic Bucky Barnes, who haunted the tower most days, and the the Winter Soldier, who occasionally inhabited Barnes’s body. The Winter Soldier was not apologetic; he was scary. And he was currently chilling out, uninvited, in Tony's lab.

“Leave,” Tony said, because Tony was either a dead man or not, and there wasn’t much he could do about it before coffee.

“Or you could give me permission to be here,” the Winter Soldier suggested.

“I don’t let strangers poke around my stuff,” Tony grumbled, as he walked past the Soldier to take a seat at his workbench.

“Easily solved,” the Soldier deflected. “Get to know me.”

-This is what happens when Tony does.

rated G, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are different personalities, fluff, Clint Barton is a good bro. word count: 9,470

✨ Safe House by ali_aliska

For years, Tony had successfully kept his secret. Neither the world nor his team knew he was Iron Man and as far as he was concerned, everyone was better off that way. On his best days, Tony Stark was not someone people liked and trusted, so the last thing Tony wanted was to tarnish Iron Man’s good reputation by revealing the truth.

But then SHIELD falls, the Avengers face disarray, and a stray Hydra assassin forces Tony to go into hiding—and where better than the safe house he had just crafted for the Avengers and their own ex-assassin ready to come in from the cold?

Tony plans to hide away from everyone in his makeshift workshop until the coast is clear and he’s safe to go home. No one would care to spend any time with the reclusive, arrogant billionaire anyways, right? Iron Man is the one everyone wants around.

Bucky Barnes, on his own journey to reclaim his life and identity, seems to disagree with that sentiment.

rated T, post TWS, canon divergence, au - Secret Identity, mutual pining, team as family, slow burn, misunderstandings. word count: 89,533

✨ Versace on the floor by withered

The modern man’s armor is his clothing, and Bucky wants Tony out of his.

rated T, post CW, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Separate Personalities, Barnes & Soldier & their hard-on for Tony, not team cap friendly. word count: 2,127

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