#mn bound

[tekia]

Sun Blind

I commissioned @meredithmcclaren! She was a pleasure to work with and produces some of my favorite art! (I got my character drawn by @meredithmcclaren!!!!! omg how cool is that??(◕ᗜ◕))

Najma closed her eyes and steadied her breathing.

In the shade offered by the balcony above her, she stamped her feet and stretched her arms, twisting her back and bending her knees. She had ran around the arena twice before arriving at the entrance, and her skin was pleasantly flushed, her body loose. Her bare toes dug into the dry dirt under her feet, the bite of the marble stone walkway bisecting her foot, cold and rough compared to the fine grain of the dirt in the arena.

Cheers and cries of merchants filled the air around her as the people gathered in the stands awaited the show. Children laughed at the antics of the fools now dancing for their entertainment. Drunkards shouted for more wine and beer. Somewhere, one woman’s boisterous laugh carried over the rest. Horns trumpeted in the distance as a foot race concluded, and a cheer went up as the victor celebrated.

Najma tried to ignore it all as she shook out her arms. She bounced on the balls of her feet, balanced delicately on that edge of marble.

“Najma,” her brother called softly from just beside her, and her eyes popped open.

“What are you doing here?”

Zilan smiled slightly, his dark hair blowing in his face as a breeze picked up, carrying with it the scents of fried foods, unwashed bodies, and animal. Najma shivered at the scent of angry bull.

“I’ve come to wish you luck.” He held out a length of ribbon, brightly dyed and thin. She peered at it happily until he motioned for her to turn. She presented her back to him and felt him tying the ribbon into her tightly bound hair. The tips of the ribbon only just brushed her shoulders once he was done.

“I love the color,” she said, picking up the end and eyeing it. It wasn’t an expensive ribbon, but Zilan surely knew how likely she was to ruin it today, perhaps even lose it. But it was the thought that counted.

Red for luck.

She turned back to him, smiling up at him.

He had always been taller than her, as far back as her first memories, when he held her clutched in his arms, his heart pounding loudly against her ear as she cried for their parents. It had been so cold back then, in the dark and rain.

She shivered again, and he reached out and rubbed his hands down her arms. “You’re ready for this.”

“Mn,” she agreed. “I know I am.” Her heart was pounding as loud as his had on the night they lost their home, for a reason so far removed that she couldn’t hold the sadness in her heart.

She knew the sadness of their loss was never far from her brother’s thoughts, something that kept him going in troubled times, but he tried for her. He smiled at her confidence and nodded.

“I’ll be watching from up there,” he said, pointing above their heads. She bit her lip.

Up there, the rich could afford seats under a shade and servants to bring them food from the market without them having to brave the crush. She and Zilan were certainly not wealthy enough to place among them.

Their parents had been simple folk, weavers by trade, dead these past eleven years. They had escaped the raging waves of the untamed river that had swollen with freezing waters into the city with only the clothes on their backs with the other displaced peoples of the flood. Just a pair of orphans among the dozens of others, lost into the crowd of poor and hungry.

Zilan had been old enough to become an apprentice, and clever enough to hide his sister in his little room permitted to him by his master that they had survived, but Najma had to wonder how much of their luck was due to hard work and how much of it was due to Zilan’s loose morals.

She had seen him come home far too often beaten and bloodied.

He patted her shoulder and shook his head. “Just focus on your performance today.”

She nodded. “Be careful up there with the lofty types, hum? They’re far more dangerous than any thief with a knife in the dark alley.”

“And you beware of the horn!” He pinched her cheek like she was still a child. Whinging like a child, she pulled away, batting at his hand.

“I know Sap well! He will not harm me!”

Laughing and shaking his head, Zilan left to take his seat as horns within the arena sounded. Najma returned to her preparations, stretching and bouncing on her toes.

She wore little clothes, so as not to have anything that might catch and pull. She had bits of cloth wrapped around the length of her feet, leaving her heel and toes free. Her hair had been pulled up, secured with pins and ribbons. Beside her, two other young women also prepared for their own performances. Dressed similarly, the three of them were a little troupe of dancers that knew no rivals in the city.

The oldest of them was Selika, dark and tall. She was well muscled and limber, and had been dancing their dance since she was a child, as her father had been a master in his own time. Najma was only two years younger than her, and the third girl was much younger, coming only up to Najma’s shoulder, and Najma wasn’t tall at all.

Salima had been sold to Selika’s father as a serving maid when her mother died and her father found he didn’t have it in him to care about a girl child that couldn’t work the fields. Selika’s father was a decent man that raised Salima as his own, giving her his family name, and teaching her alongside Selika. When Najma appeared to watch the girls practice, the man had easily drew her into the lessons until she was a part of the little troupe as if she were their sister, too.

He had died two years ago, a cough that wouldn’t go away, so Selika had taken over the training, while their cousin, Atam, insisted on taking over the business end of her father’s business.

He wasn’t as decent. Salima now lived with Najma, and Selika hoarded away as much money as she could, out of his hands.

Salima jumped into the air, touching the tips of her fingers to her toes in the air, and a few children spotted her, cheering at the display of skill. Salima landed, her arms thrown up into the air, posed just right, back arched, feet planted. A louder cheer went up.

Two fools came running back toward them.

“Let’s go,” Selika said, then ran out into the arena. Najma followed, and she could feel Salima behind her.

Two steps out of the shade, the sun bore down on them and sweat beaded on her brow, but she ignored it all in favor of leaping into the air, her hands landing with a dull thud in the dirt. She shoved back to her feet, into another flip, and a third, hands nearly touching her heels with every flip.

She caught glimpses of Selika doing a similar trick, higher into the air than herself. Then she stopped just in time for Najma to flip onto her shoulders. She caught her balance and held her pose as Salima lightly skipped onto her back. She touched a hand to Najma’s shoulder, and Najma gripped her leg and lifted her into the air.

Salima waved to the crowd, drawing more cheers, before Najma dropped her leg and caught her by her arm pits and then let her to the ground. Selika threw her into the air, and Najma twisted into a spiral before landing sideways in her arms.

“Good,” Selika commented before setting her on her feet. Najma nodded to her before bouncing back into motion, kicking up into the air to the cheers around them.

Flip. Flip. Flip. Twist. Land and tumble under Salima’s flip. Climb Selika’s knee and flip. Catch Salima and throw. Pose. And breathe.

She looked over the crowd, but there were so many people she couldn’t quite tell one face from another, and the balcony was facing the sun.

Who had decided to make them face the sun?

She glanced at Selika and saw that she was also worried about the sun. Under the balcony, Najma could just make out the shape of Atam as he opened Sap’s pin, but the bull that exited wasn’t Sap.

He was an unfamiliar bull, and Najma stiffed as fear coursed down her spine. The bull scuffed the ground, his snorts sending up a plum of dust.

“That’s not Sap!” Salima cried, her voice high with terror.

“Salima,” Selika snapped. “You stay out of his sight.”

“But-”

“But nothing. You stay out of his sight. Keep the crowd entertained and distracted with your flips and tumbles.”

“Yes, xwişk.”

“Najma-”

“Let me do it.”

“You-”

“He’s too short for you. You’ll get injured if he tosses his head. I can do it.”

Selika sighed. “Okay. I’ll dance.”

Grimly nodding her head. Najma ran forward. She knew Selika would be running just beside her. Salima would be sure to flip around to the back of the bull where he couldn’t see her and would hopefully forget about her.

The first pass the two girls dodged his wide horns as he charged, and each flipped in a different direction as the bull turned to face them again.

From around her waist, Najma tugged free the red pennant that would draw the bull’s attention to her alone. With the dust and dirt in the air, the red wasn’t as vibrant as in the fields just outside the city, but the size and fluttering nature of the fabric was enough to keep him distracted.

Selika kept pace with her as she raced toward the bull again, but once more they diverged when the bull swung wildly. Too dangerous to trust.

Panting, Najma knew that they’d couldn’t keep it up. Two flips was the standard. Najma daren’t go for more. Sap would have tolerated it, but this unknown bull was dangerous. Where did he even come from?

The third pass arrived and the bull lowered his head just right. Najma felt Selika break off as she caught the bull by the horns and threw herself into the air, feet over her head, body twisting as the bull tossed his head, shoving her farther up into the air. Silently cursing, she released the horns and touched her feet to his spine before quickly skipping off into a second flip.

That wasn’t elegant or smooth, she thought as she landed on her knee, quickly tumbling to her feet and dodging out of the raging beast’s path. Selika distracted the bull only momentarily before he was once more charging at Najma.

He was too close. The sun was directly in her eyes.

Huffing, Najma nodded to herself and met him head on again. He swung his head the wrong direction, and, had she time, she would have broke off, but they were too close. She heard Salima cry out.

Launching herself into the air, she landed on her hands on the bull’s shoulders, felt his horn brush her thigh, but shoved off just as quickly and landed on the ground, knees bent to absorb the impact.

There was blood dripping down her inner thigh, but it was done.

She did a back flip in place then looked to the bull.

She had dropped the red pennant on the last jump, and the bull had mauled it into the dirt. Selika was flipping off to one side, headed toward the shelter of the balcony. Salima was already in the shade behind the stone guard that surrounded the arena.

Najma quickly made her way out of the arena amid the cheers. Panting, she stopped beside Salima. “Are you alright?”

“Mn, he didn’t come near me.”

She reached out and patted her hair. “Good. That was dangerous.”

“You still did it.”

She nodded. “It was too late for all of us to back out. Never jump over an unknown bull, Salima. You saw how he tossed me the first time and then gouged me the second?”

Salima looked down at the blood on her leg. “That looks painful.”

“If it was painful, she wouldn’t have done it,” Selika’s cousin sneered, snapping a rope in his hands. “What a pathetic display.”

Selika stepped between them, glaring at her cousin. “Where is Sap?”

Atam shrugged. “I sold him. He cost too much to feed.”

“What?!” The three girls shouted in unison. Najma and Salima gaped at Atam while Selika fought to keep the rage out of her voice.

“How dare you? He was my bull!”

Atam waved a hand and turned away. “And the money I got for him will pay your rent.”

“In my father’s house?”

“And for your upkeep,” he went on, ignoring her. “Next time, I expect to see a better show.” He snapped at the arena. “And get that bull back into the pin so I can return him to his owner.”

He left them, and Najma could only reach out and rest a hand on Selika’s shoulder.

Salima leaned against her own shoulder. “How are we supposed to get him back in the pin?”

Selika shook her head, looking lost and afraid. Najma didn’t know what to say, and when she turned to wrap her arm around Salima, she spotted her brother standing farther inside the shelter, his arms over his chest and glaring at Atam as the man walked away.

She shivered at the hatred and anger in his eyes. She hadn’t seen that look since the day they discovered that the district governor had been the one to order the dam upriver from their family’s village to be destroyed.

That governor was now dead through unknown causes.

She met Zilan’s eye and shook her head. His eyes narrowed then he moved away, disappearing into the shadows, out of her sight.

#original character #ttrpg character #comissioned art #original work #original fiction #2k words

[mymegumi]

BETTER THAN ALRIGHT ও ITOSHI SAE

in which sae attempts to teach you soccer and bruises your ego instead

“you’re a stupid fucking idiot.”

“sae!” your hands are on your hips as you glare at the red-headed man in front of you.

he gives you a slight shrug of the shoulders as he raises an eyebrow at you. “am i wrong? you literally just kicked it into my shins.”

you flail a hand out, hitting his chest lightly. “well, yeah, but you don’t have to be a jerk about it, y’know.”

he scoffs as he grabs your shoulder with a hand, soccer ball now forgotten on the field as he pulls you into his embrace. pressing his lips to the side of your temple, he hums softly in contemplation. “you can suck at soccer, okay? ‘m good enough for the both of us.”

“you’re good enough for the both of us combined and then some, sae.” you roll your eyes at his own compliment, but accept his hug, arms winding around his torso as you kick at the grass.

you had kinda wanted to be semi-good at soccer too, somehow. like, a secret hidden talent that you hadn’t known you’d had for the sport, but as soon as sae had placed the little black and white octagon’d ball in front of you, your nerves made you choke. first, you’d completely whiffed your first kick at the ball and instead stubbed your toe insanely hard into the loamy spring dirt. second, when presented with the option of passing the stationary ball to sae, you’d managed to pass it three feet in front of him despite aiming right for his feet.

you think you’ll stick to sitting on the sidelines to cheer him on.

“why’re you pouting?” he murmurs when he pulls away a little to look at your face.

you turn away, futilely trying to hide your face from him. “‘m not pouting, jerk.”

hand snapping up to grip your jaw firmly, he tugs your face until you’re locking eyes with him. his expression is neutral, save for the raised eyebrow, and he doesn’t say a word, instead waiting for you to defend yourself.

“okay, maybe i am.” you huff, bottom lip jutting out even further. “i just, i just wanted to be good at soccer like you, sae.”

“baby,” he leans in to press his forehead to yours and closes his eyes, “i’ve been playing soccer since i could walk. i watched soccer since before then, and i’ve dedicated my life to becoming a better player. you just picked up a soccer ball for the first time today with your bare hands. there’s bound to be some skill gap, my love.”

watching his lashes fan across his cheeks and feeling the rise and fall of his chest against yours, you close your eyes and tug him into a tight embrace. “i know. i just got nervous, since i was going to be playing with the itoshi sae. i didn’t want to let you down.”

“you could never let me down.” he emphasizes his statement with a squeeze of his arms, and kisses your forehead sweetly. “unless you said some stupid shit like american football is better or something.”

you shake your head, smile soft as you watch your boyfriend jog away from you to pick up the soccer ball you’d haphazardly kicked in a random direction. “mn-mn, never. don’t wanna lose an eye.”

he bares his teeth in a goofy grin that he saves especially for you. “that’s my baby. feeling better? better enough to keep trying to learn some passing?”

“‘course. if ‘m with you, we can do anything.”

#itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x y/n #itoshi sae x you #sae x you #sae x reader #sae x y/n #sae bllk #bllk sae #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #itoshi sae fluff #sae fluff #txt!writing

[boozenboze]

Hello 👋, how are you? I hope your doing well.

So I was wondering if you could write hcs with the 141 plus Los Vaqueros with a male reader who's super logical? Like with everything he does, and if something doesn't make sense logically he'll sit there confused before explaining the accurate and more realistic version of it? Thank you 😊 and don't over work yourself

Just Think About It

Tf 141 +Los Vaqueros x Logical!Male reader

Summary:After a plan was made for the Los Vaqueros and 141 to raid a building, M/n began to think deeper about the direction their going in

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

Everything seemed full-proof, two teams go into the building, take out the enemies, and gather the files.Laswell herself made the plan, and even did research on the group they were dealing.They had a lot of people within their organization and they had to make sure the plan could be executed.

“It’s simple enough, despite the amount of people they have we could still do this.”Laswell said through her computer before Alejandro spoke up.

“Are you positive this will work hermana?You said it yourself that the direction we are going in could be pretty risky.”The man said, unsure of the outcome they could receive during the mission.Ghost was standing next to M/n, who was currently nervously tapping his foot and had a hand up to his chin.The male was mumbled to himself while thinking of Laswells words.The mentioning of the enemy having more people could be a problem.They can attack from anywhere if that was the case, with no issues at that.Ghost was closely watching the male, knowing he was bound to sputter out something.And he did.

“This wouldn’t end so well.”The h/c haired males thoughts had been said aloud, that was confirmed since he caught Prices attention.

“Tis their something you wanna say seargent?”Price asked the male whose eyes shot up at his captains voice.He cleared his throat before answering.It would’ve been disrespectful if he hadn’t answered anyway.

“The plan, we’d be walking into a deathtrap.”Mn said sheepishly, slightly nervous due to the attention now being on him.

“How exactly mate?”Soap asked as M/n continued.

“Laswell said it herself ,they have more people than us therefore they could easily wipe all of us out.Then whats stopping them from coming in different directions?”M/n explained as they all turned back to Laswell who seemed to be typing on her computer.

“Can’t say the mans wrong, we don’t have an exact amount of how many people are in there.”Gaz added on while taking not of M/n’s words.

“Well since that is the case, Ghost and M/n will have the task of sniping them down.Also we’ll need to have some backups so make their ready.”Laswell said after reevaluating their plan

“Alright boys, plans have been changed we’re gonna go over it again just to make sure it could be executed.”Laswell said as she began running through the plan once more.

Now they had a new plan thanks to the h/c haired male.It was probably for the best though, considering that his way of thinking had kept them alive everytime.

A/n: I don’t know what’s wrong with the image

#lgbtq #male y/n #cod x male reader #male reader #mw2 x male reader #gaz x male reader #ghost x male reader #captain price x male reader #soap x male reader #gay #alejandro x male reader #rodolfo parra x male reader

[vampire-catboy]

Mn thinking about tying a boy up until he’s nice and bound tight, his legs tied in such a way that they’re spread apart as far as they can go with no way for him to close them no matter how hard he tries. Of course can’t have him concerning the neighbours so a nice big cock gag is keeping his throat nice and full while he lies there in his little puppy bed on the ground, completely at my mercy. I could just play on my phone while I step on his crotch and he lets out barely audible sounds muffled so well by the cock he’s so diligently swallowing. That’s right puppy, you’ll learn soon enough that I own everything about you. Your sounds, your body, you mind, and especially this lovely little cock of yours that I’m crushing <3

#well #guess a dom mood has flaired up #t4t nsft #mlm nsft #trans mlm nsft #trans nsft #vampcatspeaks

[cursedcatchild]

I'm so excited about the new series!

I saw someone who wrote down what they would like to see in it and I was all like: I wanna do that too!🤩

So here it is, feel free to comment your own ideas if you want to! 😇

Finally having decent canon ships: Like TMNT 2012 tried and failed so hard. I swear Ramona was the only non disastrous one. Honestly I loved Leorai until someone decided to blow up the sweet home Alabama bomb right in the fans face. 🤯The rest of the ships were scandalous. And  ROTTMNT didn’t even dare to try and give us ships.😑 Like if I really want, then I might pressure my imagination to see some Kendratello or April+Raph, but nothing is canon. I think this time we deserve some shipper food people! ( So far it goes well, I kinda like the awkward crush Leo has on April. It feels real. Also I am looking forward to some Rasey.😏)

Canon LGBTQ+ turtles (or at least one):  Come on people, this is the 21th century it’s good d*mn time for some queer turtles.🏳️‍🌈 I mean ROTTMNT kinda gave us some gay Leo hints ( I swear if that guy is not gay then gay people are not even real😂), but nothing confirmed. Also what do you think which turtle should be queer? I personally vote for Raph or Donnie.😏

Cynthia Ultron being really evil: Like please let her be an actual threat!😈

Serious villains: Please, no more goofy villains like in Rise! 🥺There can be some, but I firmly believe that the mainly unserious bad guys caused ROTTMNT’s downfall. 😭No way it wouldn’t get a season 3, if the series would start off with something like the Shredder fight or the movie. (And truth to be told, I nearly dropped the show at the beginning, because it felt like it was aimed for a way younger audience with all that goofiness.)

Mutant Racism: This is the first time the turtles are out in public, they go to school and stuff. But even though they are accepted everything can’t be peachy, right? I want the tasty conflict of not all humans accepting them. Like, it would be illogical that there not a single rick b*tch in school that is disgusted by reptiles, or a bully that just found a too good reason now, to bully . Or are some kids straight up afraid of them? There must be people that are still unsure if this is not the ““ alien’s” master plan to take over the world.” ( Although that won’t go peachy, cause you try and pick a fight with ninja turtles.) 

Donnie being the biggest weeb of cartoon history: That’s self explanatory, also I wanna see him on a BTS concert. ( Boy deserves it!😇)

Purple Dragons are a High School Tech club: I just fell in love with the concept in ROTTMNT and because it would fit nicely into the new series in my opinion. ( since I guess we're gonna be in school a lot.)

Loads and loads of  fighting in school:  The boys deserve an audience.😂 Also I wanna see how the principal is gonna react to turtles destroying the school.😱

New human friends: They are bound to have some since they are going to school, right?

#tmnt mutant mayhem #new tmnt series #tottmnt #tales of the tmnt #i'm so excited #2024 tmnt series #This summer gonna be OP #I'm really interested in hearing what would you like to see in the series? #i'm going insane #Finally they are gonna go to school #tmnt #tmnt mm

[mitskijamie]

Having rj/rjk jamiegender thoughts and I feel like Roy's reception of Jamie's gender identity would be very much the old man way of saying a lot without saying much ykwim? Like at first Jamie's fairly tame painted nails don't even garner a response from roy, he just laces their fingers together and goes about his day (jamie is glowing).

Then more obvious stuff like makeup would have roy squinting at jamie before going "why do you look fucking gorgeous today?" Inside, Jamie's squealing giggling kicking her feet while outside she covers by scoffing "what do you mean 'today?' I'm gorgeous every day."

Keeley tests the waters one day (with permission) when they're all about to go out and roy asks where jamie is. "She's upstairs, almost done getting ready," keeley says, eyeing roy closely. He squints at her for a few seconds before doing his acknowledgement grunt and mutters something about taking fucking 3 hours to get ready, but also compliments jamie when she bounds down the stairs.

I think the eventual talking about it would consist of royjamie snuggling, in bed for the night and roy quietly asks, "are you my girl?" Jamie anxiously buries his head in Roy's neck but roy keeps gently stroking Jamie's back. A minute of this and jamie says "sometimes," voice muffled. Roy goes "mn. Good. Let me know, yeah?" Trusting jamie to speak up when he needs to.

"Okay," Jamie murmurs, voice thick and curling into Roy's embrace even more.

"Fuckin love you."

"Love you, Roy."

Roy turns his face into Jamie's hair and breathes them in.

This is SO fucking sweet and exactly how I picture this w these three <3

Roy wants to be supportive but doesn't exactly know how to do that and is worried about being presumptuous or offending Jamie (because he was raised in a hypermasculine space and has internalized the idea that he's demeaning Jamie by comparing her to a woman or bringing attention to his femininity) so he kind of tiptoes around it and addresses it in little bits, but Jamie LOVES it and absolutely revels in it every time Roy brings it up in those small subtle ways

And at the same time Jamie (who was brought up in a similar environment to Roy obviously) has this deep-seated fear that Roy will think less of her if she comes out, so he doesn't ask for affirmation or put a name to his identity when talking about it with Roy at first

Whereas Keeley is more informed about the genderqueer community and identities and kind of has a more contemporary perspective on these things than Roy and Jamie do, so she addresses it more directly with Jamie and they talk about it more head-on and have openly Yuri sex

#ask #roy/jamie/keeley #jamiegender #fave

[toloveawarlord]

♥ Pairing: Albedo x Fem! Reader

♥ Event: Kinktober

♥ Day 21: Bondage

♥ Warnings: smut; bondage; desk

♥ wc: 1.1k

Albedo thrived on knowledge. The unknown called to him, and he gave chase to learn the secrets that the world had to share. Whether in alchemy or in his daily life, Albedo strove to understand. That was the basis of all human life, was it not? Understanding?

And that is what he worked toward when he spent time with you. You were a conundrum, a puzzle teasing his mind and deepening his understanding of human emotion. Never before could Albedo say that he knew what love was.

Ah, but certainly he did now.

In that pursuit to uncover your every desire, Albedo had to study you, experiment on you. He diligently took notes in a leather-bound journal that was for his eyes only. Archons forbid any of his coworkers find it. Finding where you both where comfortable sexually had taken much work.

"Mn' 'bedo-"

Your voice carried across the work space to where Albedo stood, leaned back against the wall. Watching. He sensed that you were unsure of his location, hoping that he might slip up and answer. He was far too enraptured by the position you were in.

Teal irises observed how your legs trembled slightly, torso bent over his messy desk, and bare from the waist down. The silken ropes delicately wrapped around your ankles were also tied to the legs of the desk. He'd given you no slack so that your legs stayed opened and he could see your pussy on display.

The same ropes were looped intricately around your arms, binding them behind your back. It had to be his best work so far. Albedo had worked tirelessly in order to properly bind you without hurting you in the process.

His gaze lifted from your perfect form to the clock hanging on his wall. It had been nearly thirty minutes since he'd first tied you up. Albedo was patient, sure, but watching you squirm on his desk, lifting your ass up just a little, and whining his name so sweetly was quite the aphrodisiac.

"You're so wet and I haven't even touched you," Albedo said, kneeling on one knee to observe the effects of being exposed without a single touch, without a single word from him. Gloved fingers swiped down your slit, gathering the slickness and bringing it to his mouth. He loved your taste.

Your surprised gasp quickly melted into a desperate whine. Being stuck bent over his desk had given you time. Time to think. You had little idea of how long it had been, but you were only focused on wanting Albedo to touch you.

It had driven you so mad that you'd created scenarios in your mind. That was the only relief that you could give yourself. Any embarrassment you may have felt having your pussy on display had withered away. You needed him so damn badly. "Albedo- please-"

He was enthralled by the way your pussy clenched at nothing. How whiny and needy might you get if he chose to abstain?

Ah, but not today. Albedo wouldn't subject either of you to more than agreed. He made a mental note to bring up a new experiment another time.

"You don't have to beg. The only thing I need to hear is what you need next."

You were convinced that he had no idea how dirty what he said was. Albedo said what he meant, and his words were always to understand exactly what you wanted him to do, and how. You lifted your head from the wood, still unable to find the researcher in your sights. "Archons, I need you to fuck me- I want to feel you inside me over and over-"

"I see." He hummed in silent thought, moving swiftly to remove only the clothing necessary to take his hard cock from his pants. Albedo was always amazed at how you affected him. "Can you take it like this?"

A simple question. Nothing behind it, and yet, it sent a wave of anticipation over your body. He was checking on how you were being bound, but it sounded so filthy. "Yes, I can take it- just like this."

Nothing more needed to be addressed, so Albedo sank his length into your dripping pussy with one slow push. Your walls welcomed him, clenching desperately for stimulation. Anytime he was inside you, his researcher side faded away. He became a man craving carnal pleasure.

Pleasure he could get with you.

Your voices filled the laboratory. Albedo was more vocal than you had imagined he'd be. Not loud, but those husky moans and quick intakes of breath were incredibly sexy.

The desk was made out of heavy wood, but its feet scraped ever so slightly with the impacts of your bodies coming together. Albedo held tightly onto your hips, thrusting with fervor.

"Oh my archons-" You breathed out, raising up onto your tiptoes, hands wringing in small circles in search of something to hold onto. Skin slapping against skin. Your pussy squelching sinfully.

"Ah- almost -" Albedo whispered, not letting his gaze leave where the two of you connected over and over. Your body quivered, voice leaving you with no sound as you came, clamping down onto his cock.

He faltered, legs nearly giving out on him with how tight you squeezed him. If one were to observe this position, they would assume that he was in total control, but that was an incorrect assumption. You had him, all of him. He merely wanted to give you all the pleasure he possibly could.

Albedo pulled out, stroking his cock to finish himself off. His cum spilling onto your ass, dripping down the backs of your thighs. He etched the image into his mind, intent on adding this sight to the collection of private paintings he made of you.

You let out a breathy laugh, abuzz with pleasure. In the moment, waiting had been nearly torturous, but... "That was amazing." More than amazing. Mind blowing.

"I enjoyed it just as much. Oh, allow me to untie you. I'm certain you're getting sore." Albedo was gentle as he removed the silk rope, massaging each arm with tender pressure. He'd even prepared a soothing cream to apply.

"I would definitely call this a successful experiment, wouldn't you?" You asked, now perched on his desk while he knelt on the floor, rubbing the lotion onto your ankles and feet. His attentiveness to your body after sex was endearing. He cared so much for you.

Albedo nodded his head. "It's given me plenty of ideas. We can discuss them over dinner soon." He would devote every free second to you if it were at all possible, but he had his duties, his personal research, and Klee to attend to as well.

However, it wouldn't be too long before a new experiment would begin, and it would be even more pleasurable than the last.

#genshin impact #genshin #albedo #genshin impact albedo #albedo x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #albedo smut

[q-starhalo]

q!Bad songs + their lyrics ★-

-`.✎ Ver. 2

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˖◛⁺˖ | Hello and welcome to the second version/list of q!Bad songs!! Just like last time, before we get to the songs, I do want to say that some songs contain triggering content. As far as I've seen, there's nothing that I think should be tagged but do please let me know if there should!!! And another thing! There is a section for instrumentals (?) at the bottom as well!! Now with all that out of the way, remember that each list will contain 25 songs and the link to the previous version will be right after this message. If you want to ask me anything about the songs, always feel free! Now enjoy :D

★ Ver. 1 ★

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Stranger Things Mash-up - Thomas Sanders:

★ "It doesn't hurt me"

★ "Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making?"

★ "If you're lost, you can look and you will find me. Time after time"

★ "If you fall, I will catch you"

★ "I'll be waiting, time after time."

★ "And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God. And I'd get him to swap our places"

★ "But see how deep the bullet lies"

★ "Show no fear (oh), for she may fade away"

★ "Oh, come on angel. Come on, come on darlin'. Let's exchange the experience"

Romantic Homicide - d4vd:

★ "I'm scared. It feels like you don't care."

★ "I don't mean to be complacent with the decision you made, but why?"

★ "In the back of my mind, you died"

★ "And I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive"

★ "In the back of my mind, I killed you. And I don't even regret it. I can't believe I said it"

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn:

★ "Why do we bother to stay? // Why are you running away?"

★ "What if they find us? // They're not looking anyway"

★ "This is our birthday, so why are we weeping?"

★ "Well, I never asked for this, I never wanted this"

★ "Just get away from me, please just stop touching me. You're always trying to be somebody else"

Fire Drill - Melanie Martinez:

★ "I've never fit in any category, always deemed an outcast"

★ "It's exactly the same, they say, 'Why do you dress that way? Why do you act that way? Why aren't you just like me?'"

★ "Calling me words I'm not, paintin' a picture that's false"

★ "You must not know my heart, but I know it isn't your fault"

★ "Fire drill, if it all went up in flames one day, would you give your mom a hug before your house burned away?"

★ "If I'm honest with you, you just run and hide"

★ "I am not the government. I am not the f★cked up men. I am not part of anything that is hateful"

What If Things Get Worse - Kaden MacKay:

★ "What if things get worse long before they get better and you can't reverse all the damage you've done?"

★ "There is need to fret, though you can bet it'll get better but probably not yet or ever, so don't hold your breath"

★ "Actually, hold it as long as you need 'cause you locked your own cage, and you'll never be freed"

★ "And the only thing that is approaching with speed is your death"

★ "You're gonna die! You're gonna die! You're gonna die!! You're gonna die!"

★ "Why do I imagine events that won't happen? I deserve a badge in Creative Design"

★ "So go on, keep telling yourself that it's fine"

★ "And you'll just keep falling, no calling for help"

Rule #21 - Momento Mori - Fish in a Birdcage:

★ "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Filling up my coffee cup, one way to shake me up. I never wanted to sleep"

★ "Oh I won't forget, Momento Mori leaves a debt. You haven't paid it yet. I never wanted to sleep"

★ "Inside a timeless cage"

★ "Like a muzzled hound, I'm tied and bound. A wild beast crying for release"

★ "I never wanted to sleep"

Are You Satisfied? - MARIANA:

★ "It's not my problem if you don't see what I see. And I do not give a d★mn if you don't believe"

★ "Are you satisfied with an average life?"

★ "Baby, nothing comes for free"

★ "They say I'm a control freak"

★ "It's my problem, it's my problem, if I feel the need to hide"

★ "Are you satisfied with an easy ride?"

★ "Black, white (Are you satisfied? Are you satisfied?)

Angry Too - Lola Blanc:

★ "I buried the unseemly urges deep down in the ground with the roots. But it's all coming up to the surface, maybe it's getting ready bloom"

★ "And I don't wanna be a Monster in the making"

★ "I don't know how to be just standing by blankly, not getting angry"

★ "'And does it get your blood boiling? Does it make you see red? Do you wanna destroy it? Does it get in your head?'"

★ "'Cause it gets my blood boiling and I'm coming unglued"

★ "If you knew what I knew, you would be angry too"

★ "I'm seeing through crimson sunglasses"

★ "I don't wanna be controlled by the past"

★ "Boy, if you were me, could you really blame me?"

★ "'Calm down girl, why you so mad? Why's your heart gone rotten? Oh, good girl, why you upset?' Guess they have forgotten what they did."

Sweet Hibiscus Tea - Penelope Scott:

★ "Here's the thing, I can't do anything right"

★ "The walls are empty, it's so ugly I could burn the whole place down"

★ "And I'm so tiny and so old, and God it's never been so cold"

★ "I don't know what I need"

Finding Mr. Midnight - Random Encounters:

★ "I've seen a world unlike any you've seen"

★ "I know a pain like you wouldn't believe, one that rips me apart at the seams"

★ "I've seen the end of a number of lives and I wonder if I've caused a few"

★ "Am I a ghost?"

★ "I hear voices. All these noises. Are my choices gone?"

★ "You can taunt me, haunt me, it won't change a thing"

★ "Every memory is a mystery or lie"

★ "Just beware the shadows lies. He'll surround you, drown you, bury you alive. But you'll shake him, break him, each time you survive"

& - Tally Hall:

★ "Shame on a martyr, claiming friends from either perspective of 'and'"

★ "Weak and strong"

★ "And right and wrong"

★ "And live and die"

★ "And sane and gone"

★ "And love and not"

★ "And all the and's that we forgot"

★ "And new and old"

★ "And stop and go"

★ "And hot and cold"

★ "Dark and light"

★ "Their lies stuck beside every 'and'"

★ "Sound and silence"

★ "Stop the peace and keep the violence"

★ "No and yes"

★ "It lives with sad and happiness"

★ "It might be Heavens and it might be Hell"

★ "Oh, the things we do, the things we say"

★ "Oh, the things we wish we could wash away"

Ghost Rule - JudyPhonic (english cover):

★ "I only know how to lie, I guess I really can't dodge it this time"

★ "Things don't look better today, the mask I wear is crumbling away"

★ "I didn't see what was happening to me"

★ "I know I'm nothing more than an empty ghost"

★ "An empty shell of lies, and it haunts me so"

★ "Although 'no' is what I meant, I gave a 'yes' and lied again"

★ "Was so busy talking away, unknown to me, I was digging my grave"

★ "The guilt, it's here to stay"

★ "Since honesty is hard for me to find today"

★ "An empty shell that's nothing but a void at most"

★ "I'm greeted by a 'me' I didn't know again"

★ "When you look at me, who do you actually see?"

★ "Mayday! Tell them who I really am. Since everything I know's about to meet its end"

Arcade (acoustic version) - Duncan Laurence:

★ "A broken heart is all that's left"

★ "I'm still fixing all the cracks. "

★ "Lost a couple of pieces when I carried it, carried it, carried it home"

★ "I'm afraid of all I am"

★ "My mind feels like a foreign land"

★ "Silence ringing inside my head"

★ "Small town boy in a big arcade. I got addicted to a losing game."

★ "All I know, all I know. Loving you is a losing game"

★ "I saw the end 'fore it begun. Still I carried, I carried, I carry on"

★ "I don't like your games, game over"

Rule #5 - James Picard - Fish in a Birdcage, Hannah Epperson:

★ "With the flame he ignited, he thought I would change"

★ "As I rose from the ashes, I embraced his rage"

★ "Fear has unleashed the storm through so much pain"

★ "The fire spread throughout my bones instead"

★ "I'm aware of the storm that has stained our air"

Saline Solution - Wilbur Soot:

★ "I think this time I'm dieing"

★ "I'm not melodramatic, I'm just pragmatic beyond any reasoning for thinking I've got f★cking rabies or something"

★ "I think I've lost my mind"

★ "Blurring the fact and the fiction"

★ "Bite the tablet, elixir. Disintegrate, mouth's a mixer"

★ "If I could just break one more night. Maybe I could wake up and feel alright"

★ "I think I've made my choice. I'm a deceased playing victim. Slip the fate, slip the victory"

★ "I think I've made my choice. Sink secluded in hatred. Void the plans friends are making"

★ "I'm a leech sucking blood bags. Taste defeat, it's a sandbag"

★ "Saline solution to all your problems"

Borderline - Tame Impala:

★ "Gone a little far. Gone a little far this time with something"

★ "How was I to know? How was I to know this high came rushing?"

★ "I wonder how I managed to end up in this place"

★ "We're on the borderline, caught between the tides of pain and rapture"

★ "Then I saw the time, watched it speedin' by like a train"

★ "Will I be known and loved? Is there one that I trust?"

Rule #1 - Magic - Fish in a Birdcage:

★ "There is magic in this room, I don't know if you can see it. There is magic in this room, I don't know if you can feel it"

★ "It's called love. Some call it love."

★ "I believe in myself, I believe that we can make it. I believe in all of you, I believe that we can make this into love"

★ "I wanna speak to your soul"

★ "This is our conversation starter, for starters"

Icarus - Bastille:

★ "'Look who's digging their own grave' That is what they all say"

★ "Out on the front doorstep, drinking from a paper cup. You won't remember this"

★ "Living beyond your years"

★ "Acting out all their fears"

★ "Your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you"

★ "Look out to the future but it tells you nothing"

★ "This is how it feels to take a fall"

★ "Icarus is flying towards an early grave"

★ "You put up your defenses when you leave"

★ "You're putting up your armor when you leave. And you leave because you're certain of who you want to be"

Intrusmentals:

★ Live or Die - GL/Nathan Hanover

★ Experience - Ludovico Einaudi OR Experience - Ludovico Einaudi, Daniel Hope, I Virtuosi Italiani

★ Thundersnow! - Katie O'Hara LaBrie

★ Scherzo - TwoSet Violin

★ Going Nowhere - Creative Self

★ A Forlorn Gaze into Yesterday - Nathan Hanover Synthonic Orchestra

★ Chopin - Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 In E Flat Major - ???

#:D #I love music <3 #qsmp #q!badboyhalo #badboyhalo #stars songs

[garadinervi]

Carolee Schneemann, (1972), Parts of a Body House Book, Women's Studio Workshop, Rosendale, NY, 2020 Edition of 90 [Walker Art Center, Minneapolis, MN. Fondazione Bonotto, Molvena (VI). © Carolee Schneemann]

Contributors: Rachel Helm, Lilah Dougherty, La Niña, Chris Petrone, Natalie Renganeschi, Kelsey Borsch

Printing method: risograph, silkscreen, letterpress, B&W film, hand stamping, stains, and other markings; paw marking with beet juice and mud by La Niña

Printer: Risograph printed by Oddities Prints in Kansas City, MO; Silkscreen by Courtney Parbs, Savannah Bustillo, and Erin Zona; Letterpress and hand interventions by Erin Zona

Binding: Perfect bound and stapled with colophon insert

First Edition: Beau Geste Press, Devon, 1972

#graphic design #art #fluxus #visual writing #notation #risograph #mixed media #book #cover #book cover #carolee schneemann #women's studio workshop #beau geste press #oddities prints #courtney parbs #savannah bustillo #erin zona #1970s #2020s

[zuble]

years ago i was following a popular fandom blogger who once mentioned minnesota, and i was like omg i live there too. and she was like wow the same state? neato.

so we privately messaged each other to talk about mn stuff. just random things like “the cities are so nice actually” and “the weather has been surprisingly good recently.” and eventually i mentioned a park i lived near and that i liked going there. and she was like. wait. what’s the name of that park. so i told her. and we thought it was a neat coincidence that she also lived near a park with the same name. minnesota is a big place so it was bound to happen.

then she mentioned living near a library. i was like yeah me too. and it’s right next to a high school. and she was like. wait. me too. the one in [town name]. and i was like. yeah. i went to that high school….. should.. should we meet up there.?

and so we did.

so anyways that’s how i figured out that the Popular Funny Blogger not only lived in the same US state as me, but was in fact a few blocks away from me the whole time. we were friends for a while.

which means any one of you could be neighbors with your online bestie and have no idea.

[museywrites]

Xiantober 2023 - Day 9: Training

Word Count: 617 Pairing: Wangxian Tags: Post Canon Wangxian, loving husband Lan Zhan

Lans do not lie. 

Lan Wangji will not lie. 

He loves his husband. 

He loves his husband so much. 

He loves his husband when he is being silly, running around the rabbit field with the bunnies. He loves his husband when he is showing off his intelligence, teaching classes in The Cloud Recesses when another teacher is out. He loves his husband when he is doting on the juniors and the children, fussing over their health and happiness. He loves his husband when he is tired, sleepily clinging to him when it is time to wake in the morning, mumbling a soft ‘five more minutes’ that turns into a few more hours. He loves his husband when he acts defenseless, running behind him and begging his husband to protect him from a threat that Lan Zhan knows Wei Ying can defend himself from. 

He loves his husband when he is being bratty, demanding all of Lan Zhan’s attention– and he gives it to him. He loves his husband when he is mischievous, pulling pranks on the other sect disciples and then howling in laughter. He loves when his husband is turned on, moaning endlessly for Lan Zhan to do unseemly things to him well into the night. He loves his husband when he is considerate, when they both wake in the middle of the night, scared that the past few years have been a dream and Wei Ying holds him, gently caressing his scars and reminding him that they are together at last. 

He loves his husband when he is strong, when he shows that he is not the feeble Lan-Er-Furen that everyone claims him to be. 

Like right now. 

Wei Ying had said he was restless and wanted to stretch out his muscles and work on his fighting skills. Several disciples quickly jumped at the chance to prove themselves, to prove that they can level with the great and terrifying Yiling Patriarch. 

But they cannot. 

Lan Zhan watches in absolute adoration as Wei Ying single handedly takes out each and every disciple who stepped up to challenge him, all without the use of a golden core. Lan Zhan is in awe of this man's strength. He hides the twitch of a smile when Wei Ying punishes the fallen disciples to 100 handstand pushups for their arrogance, citing that Lans must always be regal and humble. 

Of course Wei Ying joined them, the whole purpose of today was to train, after all. 

He watches as they fall into several more exercises, Wei Ying leading them and correcting their forms as if it was the most natural thing to do. Always leading by showing. 

His husband was amazing. 

As the sun finally sets and Wei Ying decides he’s trained enough for the day, he bounds over to Lan Zhan, collapsing into his arms. “Lan Zhan! Husband! Did you see how hard they worked me today?!” He wails, throwing his head back, his arm moving to cover his face. 

“Mn.” 

“Not a moment’s rest, I tell you! Do they not know that their Hanguang Jun will keep me awake all night long?” 

Lan Zhan’s interest is piqued and his ears tint red. 

“I tell you,” Wei Ying continues, “no consideration for this feeble one! I am absolutely wrecked!” 

He certainly would be by the time they fell asleep. 

“Mn, very inconsiderate.” Lan Zhan mused lightly, easily grabbing the tray of food nearby so he could feed his husband. 

“Aiya~ You’re so good to this one, husband~” 

“Will always spoil Wei Ying.” 

Wei Ying’s grin grew as he happily took another bite, settling into Lan Zhan’s arms to be fed like a spoiled Prince. 

Lan Zhan truly loved his husband. 

#xiantober2023 #mdzs #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #MuseyWrites

[courtonfire]

Foxxian + Dragonji bookstore/cafe, friends to lovers AU 🥰☕️📖

Lan Wangji's tail swishes with anticipation as he watches the door from behind the register.

Any minute now, his cozy, peaceful cafe/bookstore will be filled with all the chaos a Hulijing has to offer. His heart dance

The customers have long since been chased away by the small snowstorm outside, leaving the cafe in comfortable silence.

In the center of the room, surrounded by large chairs, a fire crackles eagerly, offering its heat and warm, flickering light to the space. Outside, snow drifts lazily to the ground. For now, it lays pristine and undisturbed, but it's nearly 7pm, which means any second now --

Bright laughter floats in from outside, as though carried in by a wayward snowflake. Lan Wangji sits up straighter. Its source bounces into view of the large windows a second later. Lan Wangji watches fondly as the hulijing kicks up the snow and attempts to catch falling flakes in his mouth.

The top of his head is covered by a bright red beanie, with space for his blackish-grey ears to stick out. What is visible of his long, raven hair is speckled with white spots of snow, as are the nine bushy tails behind him. The rest of him is covered by a large, black cloak with a gold pattern stitched onto it. Jyl must have gifted it to him for his birthday a few weeks ago, Lan Wangji guesses. It's a nice replacement for the ratty, faded red coat he used to wear.

As though sensing Lan Wangji's insult to his former favorite jacket, the Hulijing abruptly spins around to look through the window. Silver eyes lock onto him immediately and a wide smile stretches across the fox spirit's face, sharp fangs visible. He quickly bounds to the door, still kicking up as much snow as possible as he goes. 

"Lan Zhan!!" He cries, pushing the door open. Lan Wangji isn't sure if Wei Wuxian's presence or the cold air fills the space faster, but they each slam into him with great force.

"Wei Ying." The corners of his lips tick up in a soft smile. Wei Wuxian's gaze softens ever so softly. He skips over and rests his elbows on the counter, leaning into Lan Wangji's space, the way he always does. It once irritated Lan Wangji beyond all reason, but now it feels like a relief. Like the warm sun has finally decided to kiss his chilled skin.

"What do you have for me today?" Wei Wuxian asks with an eager grin.

"Due to the weather, the special today was a hot chocolate with..." Lan Wangji intentionally trails off. It has the intended effect.

Wei Wuxian's eyes sparkle with interest. He leans a little closer.

"Oh? Is there something more?"

"Mn. Chili peppers."

Wei Wuxian gasps dramatically and reels back, out of Lan Wangji's space. It doesn't feel like a loss in the face of such clear delight.

"Chili peppers?! No way!?"

"Yes way," Lan Wangji answers mildly. Wei Wuxian tilts his head back in a laugh. "Lan Zhan, you are too much!" He declares, ears twitching happily. "I'll take one of those!"

Lan Wangji nods and sets off to make it, intentionally not charging him, as always. And as always, Wei Wuxian stuffs far too much money in the tip jar when he thinks Lan Wangji isn't looking. They fall into a comfortable silence as Lan Wangji makes the drink. Wei Wuxian browses the new arrivals section absentmindedly. When he finds one that intrigues him, he carefully tugs it out and flips through it.

"Hey, Lan Zhan," he calls just as Lan Wangji is squirting an unreasonable amount of whipped cream onto his drink, the way he knows Wei Wuxian likes. As an afterthought, he sprinkles an extra dusting of chili powder as well.

"How long do you think I've been a regular here now?"

Lan Wangji sets the drink on the counter and considers it. "Hm. Around eight months, I believe."

Eight lovely, wonderful, warm months of Wei Wuxian visiting him every evening at 7, no matter the weather or the kind of day he's had.

"Eight months? Wow," Wei Wuxian shakes his head in disbelief. He slides the book back onto the shelf and returns to the counter. He pulls the warm mug into his hands but doesn't drink from it yet.

"And..." He hesitates. Concerned curiosity teases Lan Wangji's mind. Wei Wuxian very rarely hesitates unless he's talking about something especially serious. "Do you think... um, do you think we're friends?"

Lan Wangji blinks. That was not the question he was expecting.

"Yes, of course," he answers immediately. The tension drains from Wei Wuxian's shoulder and he offers him a relieved smile.

"Okay, good. I think so too, but I wasn't sure..."

"You weren't sure I felt the same," Lan Wangji finishes for him, heart twisting painfully in his chest. "Wei Ying, I look forward to your visits every day. Getting to know you has brought me great joy over the past several months."

As he speaks, Wei Wuxian's eyes grow wider, a bright flush rising high on his cheeks. "I hope to keep you in my life for many years to come."

Wei Wuxian squeaks and lifts the mug to hide his face. "Lan Zhaaaaan," He whines, ears flat against his head. "You can't just say things like that! My heart can't take it! Are you trying to kill me?!"

Lan Wangji huffs and moves to wipe down the tools he used for the drink.

"Of course not. That would contradict my previous statement."

"Well, how am I supposed to know when you say things like that?" Wei Wuxian lowers the drink to pout at him. "It sounds genuine on the surface, but I really almost had a heart attack, er-gege! How do I know that wasn't your intention all along?!"

Lan Wangji peers at him from the corner of his eye, intentionally letting it glow a little.

"You don't," he says darkly. It gets the desired reaction.

Wei Wuxian's jaw drops in horror, but his eyes shine with glee, tails flicking happily behind him. "I knew it!" He gasps. "This has been your plan all along hasn't it?!"

Lan Wangji curls his tail around his own leg and looks away. "Maybe. Maybe not."

A wide, toothy grin cracks Wei Wuxian's mock scared expression. "Well, I've got my eye on you now, er-gege! You won't be able to take me out so easily!"

"We'll see."

Wei Wuxian laughs and finally brings the hot chocolate to his mouth. The second the liquid hits his tongue, his eyes roll back in an exaggerated moan. The pointed tips of Lan Wangji's ears burn. He hurries to cover them with his hair before Wei Wuxian notices.

"Mmmm this is so good, Lan Zhan!" He cries. "Definitely the best I've ever tasted. You may not be able to top this, honestly."

Lan Wangji preens at the high praise. "I will try my best," he promises.

Wei Wuxian grins at him. On his nose is a small dollop of whip cream. Lan Zhan leans back and tightly grips the counter behind him to prevent himself from leaning forward to kiss it off. They fall back into silence, occasionally broken by Wei Wuxian's quiet sounds of enjoyment and words of praise.

When he finishes the beverage, he leans back with a satisfied sigh, rubbing his belly happily.

"So good," he mumbles, eyes half-lidded. The combination does unspeakable things to Lan Wangji's self-control, so he busies himself with emptying the pastry cabinet in preparation for tomorrow.

Wei Wuxian watches him quietly, tails swishing lazily. When Lan Wangji absentmindedly slides him a leftover lotus cake he knows he likes, his expression turns thoughtful.

"Say, Lan Zhan," he starts, leaning forward to rest his head on his hand.

Lan Wangji hums, not looking up from his task.

"Do you happen to have any relationship advice books?"

Lan Wangji pauses.

"...Relationship advice books?"

"Mhm," Wei Wuxian confirms, watching him closely. "See, there's someone I want to woo, but I'm not sure how to go about it. I feel like I've tried everything, but nothing seems to work."

At this, his bottom lip juts out in a pout, ears drooping sadly. Lan Wangji hardly notices. A loud buzzing fills his ears, dulling his senses. He feels like a movie character in a scene where a bomb has gone off nearby. Stumbling around, shaken and confused, trying to figure out what happened. There's an empty spot where a large structure used to be and a new reality needs to be processed.

Wei Wuxian has someone he wants to woo -- someone he wants a relationship with. "And since I happen to have a friend with a cafe slash bookstore," Wei Wuxian is saying, oblivious to his plight. "I thought maybe he'd have something to help me out."

And he wants Lan Wangji's help to do it. A growl builds in his chest at the thought of helping put Wei Wuxian in another person’s arms. He forces it down, along with all the other unreasonable feelings of jealousy and bitter disappointment. No matter how bad Lan Wangji wants him to, Wei Wuxian does not belong to him. Nor does he owe him anything.

Lan Wangji developed these feelings by himself. They are his own problem. Wei Wuxian is under no obligation to return or take responsibility for them.

He is coming to Lan Wangji as a friend. And so a friend he will be.

"The self-help section is the case closest to the window. Relationship advice books are on the second shelf."

Wei Wuxian chirps his thanks and skips to the indicated location. As he browses his tongue pokes out between his teeth.

He looks so pretty like this, curious and determined. Lan Wangji wants to carry him up to his apartment upstairs and hide him from whoever is trying to steal him away. The pastry plate in his hands almost shatters from his tight grip. He rips his eyes away and still his tail that had begun flicking angrily across the floor.

It is time to do the dishes, he decides. In the back, where Wei Wuxian is well out of sight. Perhaps the sound of the rushing water will drown out his shameful thoughts.

---

"Lan Zhaaan," Wei Wuxian singsongs when Lan Wangji shuts the water off. "Come help!"

Lan Wangji takes a deep breath to brace himself, then steps back to the front. Doing the dishes did indeed help him calm down a bit. Which is good because he has a feeling things are about to get a lot worse. 

Wei Wuxian fixes him with a teasing grin when he comes into view.

"Er-gege, isn't it poor business practice to leave your favorite customer all alone?"

"I did not leave my favorite customer alone. Just a regular one," Lan Wangji deadpans.

Wei Wuxian sputters. "You --! You are so mean!"

"No one believes me when I say you're the meanest person around, yet the proof is right here!"

Lan Wangji raises a brow. "No one believes that?"

Wei Wuxian deflates a little. "Yeah, okay, everyone believes that one -- but they shouldn't!"

A swirl of happiness curls in his gut. If Wei Wuxian ever thought him mean or cold and unapproachable, he did so with gleeful amusement. A rare person who appreciates a rose's thorns, even when they prick his finger. 

"But still!" Wei Wuxian cries. "You're not closed yet. What if someone came in?! I called for you so many times, but you didn't answer! I would have had to make that hot chocolate myself!"

Lan Wangji shudders at the thought of anyone tasting something Wei Wuxian made with easy access to spice. "Exactly! Very irresponsible of you, er-gege," he scolds.

Lan Wangji doesn't roll his eyes, but it's a close call.

"There is a storm and I close in 15 minutes. It is unlikely someone would come in."

"You called for my help?" he reminds. "Ah, yes!" Wei Wuxian jerks upright and slides a book towards him.

'How to Get the Man of Your Dreams in 5 Simple Steps' the title reads.

The urge to burn it is so strong tendrils of smoke slip out of Lan Wangji's nose. Luckily, Wei Wuxian is too busy flipping to the table of contents to notice. "Okay, so I'm gonna read out this person's ideas one by one, and you tell me if you think they would work on you."

Lan Wangji pauses. "On me?"

Wei Wuxian hums an affirmative. His ears twitch like he's nervous, but Lan Wangji doesn't know why he would be. "Yeah, I mean, you've gotta be one the toughest nuts to crack in the whole world," he laughs, the sound a bit pitchier than normal. "So if it works on you, then it could work on anyone, right?"

"Perhaps," Lan Wangji agrees slowly. "But everyone is different."

And much less biased than he is, he doesn't say. Anything Wei Wuxian does works on him, even breathing.

"Not that different or chumps like this would never sell anything! So just listen, okay?"

"Mn."

"Alright, the first one is easy. Make eye contact."

Lan Wangji's brows scrunch. How does that count as a first step? He tries to look at the book, but Wei Wuxian sweeps it out of sight.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Wei Wuxian chides. "Don't look away. You gotta try it to know if it'll work, okay?"

Lan Wangji hesitates. "I thought you were just going to say them?"

"I will say them," Wei Wuxian confirms. "But how will you know it'll really work if you don't try it?"

That is... somewhat true. But still, this seems a bit odd.

"Just trust me, okay Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian looks at him with pleading eyes.

"...Mn," Lan Wangji agrees. When their eyes finally lock, Lan Wangji can suddenly no longer recall why he felt uncertain. Satisfaction swirls in those silver eyes, drawing him in like a siren's song. He's always known how beautiful they are, but never how dynamic. Every shade of grey seems to be hidden in their depths. Lan Wangji thinks he could spend hours cataloging each fleck. Maybe he could even publish the results.

"Good boy," Wei Wuxian murmurs. "Is this working for you?"

"..Mn," Lan Wangji croaks.

"Okay," Wei Wuxian says breathily. "Okay, that's good."

"All these steps need to be combined, so don't look away."

"I won't." He couldn't, even if he wanted to. Wei Wuxian has had him completely enthralled from the moment he first stepped through the door all those months ago.

"The second step says to hold their hand." Lan Wangji reaches out his hand with no hesitation. Half a beat later, warm fingers lace between his and squeeze. Oxygen shakes and rattles its way out of Lan Wangji's lungs. He squeezes back.

There's something in Wei Wuxian's eyes that Lan Wangji can't quite place. But it fills him with tentative hope. "This doing anything?"

Lan Wangji nods slowly, like honey dripping from a spoon. "Mn."

"Good," Wei Wuxian murmurs. "Third step is to smile."

A soft smile stretches across his lips, as easy as breathing. Lan Wangji has seen a lot of Wei Wuxian's smiles. Each one has a special place in his mind and in his heart, but this one may be his favorite.

"This one also works," he concludes without prompting.

Wei Wuxian chuckles and squeezes his hand again.

"I'm glad. Three out of five so far isn't bad. Maybe this book isn't total garbage."

"It does not seem to be," Lan Wangji agrees. "Fourth step?"

Wei Wuxian inhales shakily and nods. "Fourth step is to tell them what you like about them."

An emotion fleets across his face, but it hardens into determination before Lan Wangji can read it. 

"Lan Zhan, you are one of the kindest men I have ever met. It is one of the world's greatest atrocities that some people are too dense and self-absorbed to see how smart, wonderful, funny, and thoughtful you are. I hate to think of what my life would look like without you in it,” he pauses to take a deep breath, then continues. 

“If that's too broad, then I also like the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about the latest piece you learned on the guqin or a cute rabbit picture you saw earlier. I love how you challenge me, but never in a way that makes me less. And, in the beginning, it fascinated me how someone who seemed so cold could design a space as warm and inviting as your cafe is. I didn't believe you did it yourself for weeks, Lan Zhan!" His laughter fades into a fond smile. "But that was just because I didn't know you yet. Now I can see how it perfectly reflects you."

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji gasps. It's a miracle Wei Wuxian's bones haven't been crushed from how tightly Lan Wangji is gripping his hand. He should lighten his hold, but his muscles refuse to comply. "Wei Ying I --"

"Step 5," Wei Wuxian stops him. The words sound as though they're stumbling out of him, like if he stops now, they may never be heard. "Is to confess your feelings and hope to the heavens that they're returned because you have no idea what you'll do if they're not."

Wei Wuxian takes a deep breath and allows his eyes to slip closed. Silence blankets the room. Lan Wangji watches him closely, his breath frozen in his lungs.

It seems Lan Wangji was wrong. The spell he's been under was not caused by those gorgeous silver orbs, but by Wei Wuxian's mere existence. Wei Wuxian visibly steels himself and when his eyes open, they pierce straight into Lan Wangji's soul.

"I love you, Lan Zhan. You're the best person I have ever known and I've been in love with you for a long time now. And, if you'll allow it, I'm sure I will be for the rest of my life."

It takes half a second for Lan Wangji to lunge over the counter and pull him into a searing kiss.

Another half second for Wei Wuxian to overcome his surprise and enthusiastically throw himself into it. Five minutes for Lan Wangji to flip the store sign to close and tug Wei Wuxian towards the stairs, their lips never parting.

10 minutes to realize he never responded and fervently whisper "I love you, I love you, I love you. Best person I've ever known. I'll love you for the rest of my life."

2 hours for them to slow down enough to actually talk things through. What they mean to each other, what they want to be, and for how long they've wanted to be it.

1 month for Lan Wangji to buy a ring and ask Wei Wuxian to marry him.

And less than a second after that for Wei Wuxian to say yes.

♥️The end♥️

I loved writing this and I hope you all enjoyed it! I wrote it for @fae-hulijing‘s birthday a couple weeks ago and loved the thought of moving it on here! It may be one of my favorite fics I’ve written!

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[gravitywonagain]

Summer air holds its heat long after the sun has set, even this high up the mountain. The granite, too, is warm against the backs of Lan Wangji's thighs as he dangles bare feet and crossed ankles off the cliff's edge and over the wide river valley. He presses his palms to the smooth edge of stone, fingers curling down around the uneven surfaces. 

The sky is clear, star-freckled, and moonless. The valley below is lit with an unnatural glow. Lan Wangji still is not used to it, though he has had decades to adjust. 

A warm breeze gently lifts the ends of his hair and billows in the drape of his pant legs. He is aware, vaguely, that the loose fabric of his linen shirt and trousers is dated. His leather shoes were made at the turn of the previous century. He has thus far refused the skin-hugging fashions favored by modern youth culture, though sometimes he misses wrapping himself tight in six layers of silk. The way each fold impressed the importance of his station into his skin. The way the weight of the fabric held flesh to bone when it felt like everything else was drifting away. 

His hair is still uncut, as long as it was when he stopped aging for good. In public, he keeps it braided and bound, tucked away so as to avoid attention. But here, high and hidden in his own mountaintop sanctuary, he leaves it free and flowing down his back. The tails of his forehead ribbon coil around a small section to keep it out of his eyes, but he hasn't twisted into elaborate styles or guans as he used to for centuries. Not since Wei Ying... and the Sizhui... 

Footsteps sound on the path behind him. Rubber soles. Surprisingly quiet and precise, given the man who approaches. 

The footsteps pause, replaced by the susurrus of heels sliding out of shoes, then socks. The shoes are stacked neatly next to Lan Wangji’s. Another step, two, three; then Lan Wangji’s dangling feet are joined by another paler pair, faint black lines tracing the watershed branches of his spiritual veins. 

Warmth leeches from the air between them. Lan Wangji’s arm prickles with gooseflesh from the proximity, even now, even after centuries. But it is not uncomfortable, and Wen Qionglin is not bothered by the physiological reaction. 

The forest around them sings its nocturnal melodies. It does not mind that the men listening are old enough to remember its tallest trees as saplings. It has grown around them like it has grown around the cliff side and the mountain streams, shaping one another, finding balance -- harmony in coexistence. 

They sit together in silence, comfortable in the way of earth and stone. Years spent together and apart. They know each other better than they have ever known anyone else. 

The knowledge hurts, but still it is true. 

"I think he would have liked electricity," says Wen Qionglin after a long while, staring down at the strange glow. There is no need to specify who he is speaking of. Conversations like this are common between them. 

Lan Wangji hums, unconvinced. "Lightning trapped in a thin metal coil?"

"He never could hold a grudge very long." 

Death has stiffened Wen Qionglin's face so that he does not smile with his mouth or cheeks, but Lan Wangji can feel a softening, a fondness. He can hear it in Wen Qionglin's breath and heartbeat, could see it in black eyes if he turned to look. 

"Mn," he agrees. "True. We held them for him." 

They've looked for him, searched for signs of his return, ever hoping to find him smiling in a new life. Hoping to find any of them, truly. Siblings, children, but always always Wei Ying. 

There was a time, so long ago that it seems a matter of moments rather than years, during which Lan Wangji was jealous of Wen Qionglin -- of the love and bond he and Wei Ying shared, unique yet everlasting in a way that Lan Wangji feared would render himself superfluous in Wei Ying's life. Now he wonders why it ever bothered him that Wei Ying had even one more person to love him. 

Wen Qionglin's fingertips are cold as snow where they brush against the back of Lan Wangji's hand. Lan Wangji turns his wrist and presses their palms together, intertwines their fingers. He rises as Wen Qionglin bids him and follows him up the short steps into the small house they share when they need to get away from the world for a while. Neither the deadman nor the immortal require sleep or sustenance, but it is nice to share a pot of tea with a friend, a confidant, a partner. 

There aren't really words for who they are to each other. But there don't need to be. 

Lan Wangji kneels at the table and prepares the tea while Wen Qionglin settles his stiff limbs as best he can. He doesn't drink, but he enjoys the smell, and he enjoys the warmth of the steam on his frigid skin. 

"I'm planning a trip to the Americas next," says Wen Qionglin. "Will you join me this time?" 

It has been a long while since they traveled together, searched together. Maybe it is okay to indulge this comfort for a while. 

"Mn," says Lan Wangji. He sips his tea. "Perhaps we will find him leading a union riot."

Wen Qionglin huffs a laugh through his nose. "Then we'd better get to him before his government does."

It's an old joke, but one that rings with painful truth. There's no way to know how many times they've missed him, or if he's ever been reborn at all. Inquiry has never worked and the ghastly bond between Wei Ying and Wen Qionglin has never rekindled. But Inquiry didn't work the first time, either, and Meng Po's soup may wash away more than memory. It is impossible to say. All they can do is continue to hope. 

And search. 

Tonight they will plan. In the morning they will leave. 

Perhaps, someday soon, they will both hear the sound of laughter too long faded from their memories. 

Until then, they have each other. 

Lan Wangji pours himself a second cup of tea and allows a soft smile to curl his lips for his everlasting companion across the table.

#lan wangji #wen ning #wen qionglin #wangning #wangningxian #sort of #wangxian #and #ningxian #too #again sort of #idk what this is really but i wrote it so here it is #the untamed #mdzs #what happens when you leave behind an immortal husband and an undead friend #well they wait for you to reincarnate obviously #and who but each other can they take comfort in until you do? #my writing #happy birthday lwj!

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#xiantober Day 28: Wandering Poetxian

Wei Wuxian travels the land on the back of his beloved and strong-willed donkey, Little Apple, in search of something.

He doesn't know what exactly he's searching for.

A muse of sorts, he supposes.

He wanders and writes poetry.

The thing is, despite his search and his lack of a muse, Wei Wuxian has become a very popular poet under the guise of Yiling Laozu.

When he has written enough for it to be bound into a book, he wanders into a town and the books get made and distributed.

He doesn't care for the attention, really. Wei Wuxian is quite content with the quiet, wandering life he leads as he explores the land and the nature around him. He meets plenty of people on his travels and enjoys many conversations.

But something is missing.

And then, he finds it.

His muse.

Wei Wuxian had wandered into Gusu and made his way up a mountain. There, he found him.

Ethereal beauty in the pale moonlight, skin like jade glowing in the cool mountain waters, long black hair flowing down a toned back, and eyes...

Wei Wuxian stares, stunned as the most striking light brown eyes meet his gaze with a glare. They shine almost gold in the light.

He shudders.

The man stands suddenly, swiftly dressing in his robes before marching up to him.

"What are you doing here?"

Oh... That voice.

Wei Wuxian could write for a year and never exhaust the things he could say about that voice.

Belatedly, he realizes the man is waiting for him to respond. He quickly clears his throat. "Ah, um... Wandering?"

He hadn't meant it to be a question. Oh well.

The man slightly raises an eyebrow at him. "This is private property."

Wei Wuxian blinks. "Oh. Sorry, I didn't know. I'll uh..." He awkwardly gestures back down the mountain. "I'll head back down and find a room at an inn for the night. Sorry again."

Just as he starts to walk away the man speaks, making him stop. "There is a festival in the town right now." Wei Wuxian gives him a questioning look. "The inns will be fully booked."

"Ah..." Wei Wuxian shrugs. "Well, then it won't be the first night I've spent under the sky."

He waves and begins walking away, mentally drafting the next few poems he will write when he gets the chance. Just as he reaches the spot where he tied Little Apple he hears someone following him.

"Wait," the man says. "You can stay here. I have a spare room."

Wei Wuxian freezes, hand gripping Little Apple's reins. "Are you sure?" he asks, unable to turn and look at the beautiful stranger.

A beat and then, "Yes."

He lets out a breath and turns to face him. "Thank you. I'm Wei Wuxian."

"It is no problem. I am Lan Wangji."

Wei Wuxian smiles. "Lead the way, Lan Wangji."

~

Lan Wangji's home is sparsely decorated and clean. It's nice, but it makes Wei Wuxian feel small with how big it feels despite it not actually being a large home. Regardless, it is lovely and he says as much.

"I will read for a little while before going to bed if that is okay with you," Lan Wangji says as they settle in the main room.

Wei Wuxian nods. "Sure, sure. I want to get some writing done so that's so problem!"

With that, they fall into a companionable silence.

The only sounds are the turning of pages and the swipe of the brush.

Wei Wuxian writes like a madman, getting all the mentally drafted poems down as well as a few others before he settles back and breathes. He turns to look at Lan Wangji and zeros in on the book he's reading.

It seems familiar but he can't see the title from this angle.

"Hey," he mutters.

"Mn?"

"What book are you reading?"

Lan Wangji looks at him over the book. "A collection of poetry by Yiling Laozu."

Wei Wuxian manages to choke on his own spit. "Yiling Laozu?" he squeaks.

"Mn. It is their third collection to be precise. It is my favourite."

Wei Wuxian's mouth falls open in shock, unable to speak. Unable to even think up words to try and say. He just dumbly stares at the beautiful, kind man across the room.

And then, he laughs. High and frantic.

Lan Wangji's brow scrunches in concern and he gently places the book down beside him. "Are you alright?"

Wei Wuxian nods, still laughing. "You're not gonna believe this," he declares before forcing himself to calm and settle.

Lan Wangji just watched him, confused.

With a deep breath, Wei Wuxian looks at Lan Wangji in the eye and says, "I am Yiling Laozu."

They stare at each other in silence for what feels like an eternity. Wei Wuxian's insides are crawling. He waits.

"You are?"

He nods.

"Is that more poetry that you've been writing?"

He nods again.

"Can I read it?"

Wei Wuxian falters. "Uhhhhhhhhh..."

Lan Wangji tilts his head (cute) and says, "If you'd rather I not, I understand. I was just curious to see if it is truly you. Yiling Laozu is my favourite poet."

Wei Wuxian makes an ungodly sound at that.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. But, I mean, it's not my usual work haha... I normally write about nature and—well, you know that already aha. Um..." He feels himself blushing furiously as he grabs the papers he scrawled onto and holds them out. "Here."

Gently, Lan Wangji takes them.

He starts to read and Wei Wuxian simultaneously doesn't want to look and can't bring himself to look away. He watches the minute changes in expression as Lan Wangji reads through the poems.

Poems about him.

Wei Wuxian can't move. He doesn't think he's even breathing.

Eventually, Lan Wangji slowly sets the pages down and looks at him. "You..."

Wei Wuxian squirms, biting his lip. "I've been searching for a muse for a long time," he blurts out.

Lan Wangji's eyes widen in shock and Wei Wuxian hears him gasp quietly. "A muse?"

He nods.

"Are you saying I'm your muse?"

Wei Wuxian swallows thickly, his mouth feeling so dry. "Yes," he whispers, barely audible.

Lan Wangji hears it anyway. "Oh."

He doesn't know how to read that. Disappointed? Disgusted?

"You may call me Lan Zhan if you wish."

Oh.

"Okay, Lan Zhan." He likes how that sounds. How it feels to say his name. "Call me Wei Ying."

Their gazes are locked and that's why Wei Wuxian notices the tiny changes in his expression. He's smiling. "Mn. Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian smiles back.

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