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luvring · 3 months
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we need to come together and discuss this as a community because this was crazy THIS WAS CRYAZBD
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izayoichan · 7 months
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Emil shook their head as Flynn hit the ground once more, they tried to take his hands, only for Flynn to push him away in wrath. Emil blinked in shock, there had to be a way for them to help and the best way they could think of was the old mage. They knew their son the best, and they hoped that it would be the right thing to do. A quick call later, River watched his son sitting on the ground, aimlessly punching it, as if it would do something new every time he did so. Kneeling in front of his son, he put his hands on his shoulders.
River: What’s wrong? Flynn: Everything! River: That’s a very wide term son. Flynn: Everything is wrong. -he stood up, a clear almost uncontrolled anger on his face that his father had never seen before.- Since I was born, everything has been wrong! Me being born was WRONG!
The desperation in his son's voice cut into him like a knife, memories of those days in the beginning creeping back into his mind, knowing how much he had his son care for him instead of the other way.
River: I’m sorry.. Flynn: YOU DAMN WELL SHOULD BE! -there was a flicker in magic, that River quickly subdued as Flynn was clearly losing his hold on it- YOU PUT EVERYTHING ON MY SHOULDERS! River: I… It was wrong, I know.
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Lacey was brought back just in time for the family to leave for their summer vacation in Granite Falls. 
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strongheartneteyam · 7 months
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Realize where you belong.
Chapter 9
Pairing: neteyam sully x female!dreamwalker!reader/female!human!reader
CW: wholesome fluff, a good amount of angst, lo'ak being nosy lol jk he's genuinely trying to look after neteyam, descriptions of masturbation, TRIGGER WARNING for mentions of depressive symptoms, reader meeting neteyam in her avatar body, neteyam and reader vent to each other about their struggles, sensitive themes, hurt/comfort, cuddling, sexual tension, kissing, sexual content, mentions of sexual fluids, neteyam slightly begging to mate with reader, foreplay (i don't know if it counts but it definitely is teasing in a sexual way). Tell me if I missed something ♡
Hello, my cute little readers! I got a little better in terms of my fibro flare up and have been feeling a little better emotionally/mentally these days, so, I was able to write again. There's a slight chance that some paragraphs are a bit confusing. I didn't fully proofread it. I'm sorry, my babies, I'm really tired right now, really achy, still. And I'm extremely hungry and there's some delicious homemade orange cake in front of me waiting to be eaten 😍 I've already eaten two pieces of it and drank a full cup of coffee with milk but I NEED to eat more bc I'm still starving and I love cake and coffee 🤤 idk about other countries but it's a tradition that we have here in Brazil to eat cake and drink coffee, together 🤍 anyways I gotta shut up now lol Hope you enjoy this chapter! I'd love to read your lovely comments down below 👉🏻👈🏻 I love y'all SO MUUUCH 😘 
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Chapter 8
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No way out of your quicksand
But I can breathe underneath
Take your love, cover me
Pull me down, pull me down
You are wonderful
You've taken all of my heart
It was so worth the fall
Don't let go
Quicksand (Bridgit Mendler)
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Today you felt anxious but excited. It was your first day off in a week. You were gonna Dreamwalk in your Avatar today. But you were not gonna be on a solo mission this time. Neteyam would be by your side. You two had planned to meet each other next to the river you always loved to play in. You had always loved running water.
Having Neteyam around felt like a breath of fresh air to you since you never truly felt at home amidst other human beings and, after so many years, it started to feel like a joke to you to insist on trying to fit into a society that seemed to not even want you there, in the first place. Most people behaved towards you like you were weird in some way. Neteyam never made you feel that way. You did not know if it was in view of the fact that he was na'vi or if it was just because he was in love with you.
You had always preferred to live among plants, insects, songs, books, animals… on your own little world, since you were a little girl. Everybody used to call you a daydreamer, saying you had your head on the clouds. When you were a child, you did not let that get under your skin. That's the beauty of childhood wonder, it has a lot of wisdom in it that we seem to forget, once we start growing up. Your little self never cared about those "demonstrations of care and concern" (that were nothing but condescending criticism and you never understood why people tried to conceal that fact if it was so obvious) because you knew you were not crazy or completely oblivious to reality like they used to say. Your fun and whimsical inner world was what felt like home to you, not the everyday mundane routine, the protocols that seemed ridiculously stupid to you, the shallow conversations and gossip… the over-all human society. It fucking sucked, if you were going to be totally honest. 
It's not that you hated your own kind. No. It's just that you hated the way they built their empires, throughout history, the tainted legacy the ancestors left for the ones to come in the future - like a dying Planet, for example -, because of their own stupidity and recklessness.
You knew you were not harming anyone - yourself included - despite always engaging in daydreaming, all alone, with your earbuds on or just staring at a beautiful landscape and your grip on reality was still in check. Your grip on reality was actually so tight, your fingers would get hurt and start to bleed sometimes, because reality is a double bladed sword. It keeps you safe and stable, it is needed for you to not go bonkers, but it also cuts you deep with its sharp edges.
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Neteyam prepared to go out today to meet you during the day for the first time after the both of you became mates. It was just like Eywa had blessed him as he was able to finish all his duties to the clan and his training a little earlier than the usual today. Or maybe the Great Mother had nothing to do with it and it was all Neteyam making the greatest effort ever just to be able to spend some time with you in the daylight and finally see you in your na'vi body again. He missed seeing you like that. He missed the way your tail would wag softly showing you were feeling happy, he missed looking at your stripes and thinking they were the most beautiful stripes he had ever seen and most of all, he missed admiring the way you loved his planet, the way you respected and appreciated Eywa instead of hurting her.
When Neteyam was taking his bow and arrows and putting them on his back, ready to go into the woods to meet you, Lo'ak approached him, suspicious.
"Where are you going, bro?"
"To the forest. Maybe I can hunt for some food and if I'm lucky I'll bring us some good meat for dinner." Neteyam smiled and gave his younger brother a head pat, rapidly walking out of the Sully's hut door
Lo'ak wanted to yell something to his older brother, something like "I know there's something you're not telling me" but he did not. If Neteyam was hiding something, it would probably not be something that would harm him - Neteyam. Everybody knew how responsible - to the point of being annoying, sometimes - Neteyam was. Lo'ak used to get Neteyam into trouble all the time back when they were just teenagers and he was trying not to do that as much as he used to, even though he was not exactly doing a great job - he was doing a terrible job, actually - but he was still trying. He would still keep an eye on his older brother - "It seems like the tables have turned, huh?" Lo'ak thought - but he would leave him alone to do whatever he was going to do in the forest. He knew Neteyam did not have much free time for himself and he sometimes felt sorry for him, seeing him so tired and even stressed out really often because of his Olo'eyktan to be training and his responsibilities as the older brother. Lo'ak used to hold some grudges on his older brother when he was younger but now he understood that Neteyam actually struggled a lot too.
Neteyam pretended to not notice anything when he was leaving home but he did not fail to see the mistrust on Lo'ak's face. That was something he would have to deal with sooner than he wanted to, he acknowledged. He also thought about how his mother would react when she eventually finds out that her son, the future Olo'eyktan of their tribe, was in a relationship with a human girl. Neteyam did not want to disappoint his mother. He knew how proud she was of him and it hurt to think that she could start to think badly of him. He tried his hardest to whoosh those thoughts away.
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The Pandoran sun shone bright up in the sky, its rays reflecting on your bioluminescent freckles, making them a little more evident on your skin. The soothing sound of the leaves dancing with the pleasant wind and the water running in the nearby river filled the atmosphere around you. You walked slowly towards Neteyam, adrenaline dancing around in your belly in a bittersweet motion.
When Neteyam looked at you, it was like lightning had struck him. Not a destructive kind of lightning but a good one, sweet in its intensity, falling strongly all over him. Neteyam was seeing you in your Avatar for the first time after you had become his mate.
Your mouth was somewhat open, revealing your upper teeth and your na'vi (Avatar?) fangs. Your gaze revealed how much you had anticipated that moment, how much you stayed up when you should be sleeping, thinking about finally being able to see the look in Neteyam's face when he saw you in your Avatar. You knew he had watched you while you were Dreamwalking too many times before but you never got to see the admiration in his eyes when he did so as he had been stalking you, not letting you know he was around. You had wished to see his beautiful golden eyes captivated by you for so long. You wanted to feel pretty and desired like that. And now you were finally experiencing it as Neteyam looked almost dumb with enchantment while he stared at you. But cute dumb, you know? So damn cute…
You stared back at him as you took the last steps towards the place where he stood, as if he was frozen.
Neteyam felt like he was not able to move as he took in how beautiful you looked. He had never seen your na'vi body so close to his own body and it felt overwhelmingly good to do so. His sweet yawne finally belonged to him and he could now touch you and hold you in the physical form he found you most beautiful in. It's not like he did not think you were madly beautiful and hot in your human body, he always wanted to pin you down and make love to you while he was close to your human form, but nothing compared to seeing you in your na'vi form, the form where you smiled the most, where you seemed so much more alive and full of lust for experiencing the world around you. That made you even prettier. Happiness looked pretty on you.
Neteyam was na'vi and his people did not have as many severe mental struggles like humans did but there were rare cases where some na'vi who went through terrible trauma in their lives did become uninterested in fighting their dark thoughts and they did become extremely depressed, though they could be cured from that illness through rituals that healed the spirit, performed by their clan's Tsahìk.
Neteyam was not blind or oblivious to things that were obvious to the naked eye. He knew that nobody would break down and cry as often as you did, only minutes after waking up in the morning, while getting ready for work etc if this person was not in an enormous amount of pain, the kind of pain that made them wish to disappear and never be found again. Thinking about his mate feeling that kind of sorrow made him feel like his heart was being torn into pieces, blood spilling from it like water spills from a fountain.
The reason why Neteyam was so determined to convince you to transfer your consciousness to your na'vi body forever was not some selfish wish, it was not just because he wanted to take you to his tribe and have you be his mate, be able to bond with you through tsaheylu every night and get to love your body, sharing his affection and sexual pleasure with you as well as feeling your own through the bond - even though that thought did wake up a raw, intense desire and need inside of him and he just could not stop himself from fantasizing about that while stroking his cock when he could be all by himself without any chance of disturbance. Neteyam also wanted to give you the opportunity to live a blissful and fulfilling life, a life where you would laugh way more often than cry. If he knew someone that deserved nothing less than that, that person was you.
If in the worst case scenario, you still felt so bad after you had your consciousness transferred to your na'vi body, Neteyam planned to ask his mother to perform a ritual that heals the spirit on you. Thinking about that, he suddenly felt anxious and he felt his heart tightening inside his chest. Neteyam had been trying not to worry about the fact that it would be extremely hard to convince his mother to accept you as his mate and perform the ritual of transference of consciousness on you but that thought had been eating him alive constantly, ever since he talked to you for the first time, outside of the laboratory’s kitchen window.
"Hi, muntxatan." (male mate) Neteyam's heart started beating quickly and it almost came out of his throat when he heard you calling him your mate in his people's language as you stopped in front of him and smiled widely, your eyes narrowing slightly. Those torturing thoughts about his mother trying to tear the both of you apart quickly were washed away from his mind by your presence. It was hypnotizing to him.
"Yawntu… You're just so beautiful. So insanely beautiful." Neteyam smiled, his eyes shining, still bewitched by you, and pushed you roughly against his body. He hugged you tighter than he ever did before since he knew he wouldn't hurt you by doing so when you're Dreamwalking. The size difference between the both of you was not that substantial anymore. His chin rested on the top of your head as he held you strongly against his body.
His roughness did not hurt you, on the contrary, it made you feel safe and protected to have his big - currently not huge, just big - arms around you, keeping your body close as your head was against his chest, your eyes shut and you could hear his heart beating fast. It made you indescribably happy to know that you were the reason for that quick heartbeat. You curled your lips up, smiling peacefully.
Peace. You spent so much time without feeling that but, after you accepted becoming Neteyam's mate, finally defeating your cruel fears, you started to feel peaceful way more often than you had ever felt in your life, even more often than you did when you were little.
Neteyam distanced your bodies a bit, still putting his hands on the sides of your arms, right below your shoulders and announced:
"Come! There's a place I wanna take you to." He took your hand and started walking in front of you, excitedly leading you somewhere 
"Where are you taking me?" You smiled and chuckled softly, curious
"You'll see." It was all he said
Neteyam made you feel excited about little things, like you were just a child again, a feeling you hadn't felt in so, so long. After Neteyam came to your life, it was like he painted vivid colors on your once all too white and dull canvas. You almost shivered at the reminder that you nearly ruined your chance to have a love so pure and true such as this one because of fear of the unknown and refusal of getting out of your comfort zone.
After walking through the rainforest with you for a little while, Neteyam stopped in front of a tall, large tree and you soon recognized it. Its branches had clusters that were full of some beautiful fruits that reminded you of blueberries that used to exist on Earth, before they went extinct.
"Here. Do you recognize this tree? I've seen you look at it so many times. Were you wondering if the yovo fruits are safe to eat?"
"Yeah." You smiled bashfully "They look delicious."
"And they are. They're safe to eat, yawne. We can eat some now, if you want to." Neteyam smiled kindly at you. The fact that he remembered small details about you made your heart melt. 
"I'd love that, Teyam."
Neteyam smiled, unbelieving.
"What did you call me?"
"Teyam…?" You furrowed your eyebrows "It's just a nickname I came up with for you… Do you hate it?" You contorted your features in a way that showed him you were feeling slightly insecure and embarrassed 
"No! I love it, yawntutsyìp! I love it." He smiled and chuckled "I just wasn't expecting it. I love that my muntxate is calling me by a special nickname. Feels intimate." Neteyam came closer to you and held your face with both his beautiful strong blue hands
You looked up at his face with doe eyes and waited as you knew what was coming. You could feel it. The sneaky butterflies started flying inside your belly again.
Neteyam kissed you slowly, crushing his soft wet lips against yours. He pressed his lips on your mouth again and again for a short amount of time but it was enough to make your legs feel weak.
"Come, oeyä muntxate. I'll help you climb the tree."
Neteyam did as he said and soon enough you both were sitting on the wooden "floor" of the tree, sharing yovo fruits and eating them.
You two started to chill and talk about everyday life. It felt so good. It felt familiar, just like any relationship you had had before with a human guy, but better. So much better. Your alien boyfriend - mate? It felt so weird to say it like that… - made you feel things that none of your ex human boyfriends could ever dream to do. Neteyam made you feel understood. He did not judge you. He made you feel at home. Neteyam was becoming home for you.
You started to tell him how sad and done with everything you sometimes felt. Well, not sometimes… It happened all the time, even though it got better now that Neteyam was in your life. But you did not want to make him worry about you.
"You know, sometimes I feel like that too."
"What do you mean?" You questioned
"Like there's so much chaos inside that I just wanna talk to someone and vent. But I'm always so busy. There never seems to be time to find someone to do that with."
You were slightly surprised. 
"Yeah, me too. Always too busy." You sighed "And exhausted, to be honest. Both physically and mentally."
"Well, I do have way more stamina than humans do" You laughed at Neteyam's teasing "But some nights I come home from training and after taking care of my siblings, really, really tired too. And I don't mean only physically."
"We have some stuff in common, don't we?" You pointed out, smiling
"We certainly do." He smiled back
You felt good knowing that.
Neteyam laid on the floor, right by your side.
"I'm full" He let out a laugh that sounded lovely in your ears while stroking his stomach.
"Me too." You laid on the floor too, just like Neteyam had just done. Your belly felt pleasantly filled up "But these fruits are so good I'd still eat a dozen of them." You playfully said, laughing
"Do you want more? I can get you some more." Neteyam gently offered
"No, it's okay, Teyam. I'm good for now." You smiled at him
Neteyam smiled back, showing no teeth, a soft, enamored look in his feline amber eyes.
You two spent some time together in comfortable silence.
"Oeyä muntxate?"
"Yeah?" You looked at him and let out a relaxed sigh, smiling softly
"Oel ngati kameie." He said, with vulnerable sincerity in his eyes
It seemed like he was gazing inside your very soul. Like his golden eyes could see something in you nobody else could. Like he saw who you truly were. Like Neteyam saw the good and bad and the ugly and the greatness and the doubts and the fears and the uniqueness and the ordinary parts of you, like he saw all of you, and it did not scare him off to see your dark side. You could feel he was staying for both your virtues and your vices. And maybe that's what "Oel ngati kameie" meant, when said to the one you're choosing to be your mate. Means connecting to someone in a raw, deep way, a way that nobody else is able to. A way that allows you to see the other person's flaws but not be afraid of them and try to find a way out. A way that allows you to see the grace in every little detail that that other soul has, to see the beauty in them that they themselves could never see.
"Oel ngati kameie…" You finally said, smiling, still not believing he had said those words to you
Neteyam smiled brightly while gazing into your eyes. He always looked deep inside your eyes… It felt almost too much but it still had just the right amount of intensity for it to be deliciously alluring instead of overwhelming.
Neteyam took your hand and intertwined your fingers on his. You felt the touch of his warm hand burning your skin in a pleasant way. After a few seconds, he kissed the back of your hand tenderly. You kept staring at both your hands glued together for a while.
"I wanna cuddle with you, oeyä muntxate." His voice brought your attention back to his face.
You could hear nervousness and need in his tone.
"Sure, yawne."
You were starting to really like calling Neteyam by na'vi pet names. The na'vi language was incredibly pleasing to the ears, in your opinion.
Neteyam started moving your body carefully, so you could lay on your side and when you obeyed, laying in said position, he himself laid on his side and pulled you in, making your body be as close to his as he could, your ass against his clothed member. 
Your lungs started to do a poor job at helping you breathe now that the both of you were so close. You got nervous as you two had, yes, cuddled before, when you were in your human body, but he was never behind you like that, his body glued to yours. You knew he could feel your ass on his cock. Your heart was beating at the speed of light.
It did not take long for you to start to feel Neteyam was now fully erect, his cock pressed against your ass. You felt the inner walls of your pussy start to twitch and you got all wet, your juices spreading over your panties. Neteyam was so big and thick and your body responded like crazy to him.
It was a violent, invincible desire that made Neteyam cling so much to you, all the time. It would burn his insides, making him yearn for you, for your touch, for your warmth. There was no rational explanation inside his head for it. Neteyam could not understand it, he could only feel it covering all his being, exuding from his eyes whenever he looked at you, touched you, kissed you… He knew you could tell how much he was thirsty for you almost all the time. But Neteyam did not care about being so vulnerable. He wanted you to know what you did to him. Maybe like that you would surrender sooner and give yourself to him completely already. He felt so impatient. Everyday it was getting harder and harder for him to not take you in his arms and mate with you. This wait was killing him, day by day. It was like a slow and agonizing death. And now that he could smell your sweet juices so vividly, he felt like he could no longer hold back.
Neteyam pushed you even closer to him. You whimpered softly, the feeling of his huge, girthy cock pressed against your butt was divine.
Neteyam got you crazily wet just so quickly that it never failed to surprise you. He was like quicksand to you; you could try and run as much as you wanted but you would always end up being swallowed by his love.
"I need you so much, muntxate…" He cried out softly in your ear while rubbing his hard cock on your ass. "You're all wet for me. You smell so good, it's intoxicating." He sniffed the air, savoring your natural scent just like it was the most mouthwatering thing he had ever felt filling his sensitive nostrils "Please, lemme make you mine completely, my sweet yawne. Please…"
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fettfleisch · 6 months
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the ancient legend of Loreley says that a beautiful virgin sings by the water. Her eyes had a charm that no man could resist. Her voice set everyone on fire, regardless of gender and origin. Her beauty petrified the rafters and ferrymen so that they could no longer take their eyes off Loreley, and their boats crashed against the rocks. They sank and drowned. But the story is not told faithfully. I still know Loreley from the old days. Loreley was not a she, but a he. His grace made the waves swallow man after man, and those who could escape were ashamed. To fall for another man, to eye him like the most beautiful thing on earth, was a dishonor to them. So they began to retell the story and him became her. Loreley was Venus indeed, but Venus as a boy... when I go swimming here today, I feel the sadness and pain of all the men with every surge over my thighs. But it is no longer an outburst of shame. It is the remorse of having betrayed Loreley, and with him, themselves. They could not pour out tears, so they themselves have become water instead, which now washes around my cheeks. My cheeks have taken up their legacy and may the rivers and floodplains carry on the story of Loreley as it really was, so that no man has to suffer anymore
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explain to me how bakugo is traumatized. the kid he grew up with was nice to him once and he immediately came to the conclusion that he should die. that's not trauma, that's being insane.
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I'm going to start with the fact that, justifiably, there's never a reason to tell someone to kill themselves. Additionally, note that me saying Bakugo is traumatized does not mean that Midoriya is also not traumatized.
Regarding your question, the trauma that I mentioned on a recent ask, (I assume this one prompted your question) referenced the following:
Captured by the Slime Villain, effectively bound and suffocated in front of an audience (doesn't include the fall out after being someone who is publicly assaulted)
Muzzled, bound and robbed of autonomy in front of a national audience at the Sports Festival
Kidnapped and bound by the LOV (the forcible binding is recurrent through all the above)
Don't really have to go into the swath of issues he and Class 1A likely can and do develop from being child pawns in a war of adults but that can be applied as well re: survivor's guilt, PTSD, paranoia from the mole, etc. from the PLF arc and up until current manga events (I didn't feel like a spoiler warning).
Things that people don't tend to capture in the box of Bakugo's characterization:
He comes from a verbally and physically abusive household, demonstrably (you can jump down to the second paragraph of Bakugo's Strengths listed here for my thoughts on that impact)
Forced to defend himself against older kids from a young age and possibly on a recurring basis, as referenced in the above image. We could probably chalk the confrontation up to a consequence of his false overconfidence, sure. But does that justify 4th graders ganging up on what looks like a kindergartener/first grader?
As for Bakugo and Midoriya's relationship, we don't have much to go on. We know they were close and amicable as kids, things likely went to shit when Midoriya didn't develop a quirk, there's some beetle excursion in the woods that Bakugo refers back to a lot which is pending further context for readers/viewers, and then there's a fall in the river which really soured relations as Bakugo misinterpreted genuine kindness for condescension (see home life and such above). Again, none of this justifies the bullying we see at the start of the series or the way their interactions have shocking physical components. But what I do find interesting is that I've previously likened Bakugo's disposition to Endeavors but, in retrospect, I think he's a strong parallel for Dabi too.
Dabi's rage stems from being robbed of what he thinks is his inalienable birthright as the oldest son and heir to Endeavor's legacy. He disproportionately targets Shouto as the usurper of what is rightfully his. Dabi's claim, of course, makes more sense from a traditional and, probably, cultural standpoint. But the reason I mention it is that I don't think Bakugo was constantly telling Midoriya to take a swan dive off a roof. It doesn't forgive the bullying but it contextualizes why, that day, the bullying reached a new height when Midoriya was outed for still trying to get into UA. Bakugo saw this as an immediate threat to his position because, even though he didn't admit it at the time, if anyone could get into UA, quirkless or not, Bakugo knew Midoriya could.
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Just as Midoriya has always seen Bakugo as being heroic and capable of being number 1, Midoriya proves time and time again that, even without a quirk, he's got the spirit of a hero and is successful in spaces where Bakugo is not. As the story progresses, we see evidence and the ultimate manifestation of Bakugo's remorse through his apology and other ways he's softened up. I'm not saying he wasn't a little shit but that's also not all he was (IDK if you've met kids but... without healthy socialization they can be little emotional terrorists). As things have unfolded, we see that, internally, Bakugo uses thoughts of Midoriya to galvanize his path forward and we've recently confirmed that when Bakugo spoke to Kirishima about strength... he was referring to Midoriya, you can scroll down to paragraphs around the last picture. I'm just gleeful about calling it. But, suffice it to say they've both been looking to one another this whole time.
There are still periphery pieces of their background missing because the story is largely from Midoriya's perspective. I don't think we'll get a comprehensive backstory but I think there will be some sort of meaningful explanation behind the beetle trip that may inform why Bakugo ultimately misinterpreted things so poorly at the river. I mean, maybe it's as simple as the fact that he couldn't fathom kindness because it's something not typically afforded to those who are perceived as strong. I don't know but I look forward to finding out.
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head-in-the-shrouds · 4 months
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366 Prompts For 2024:
One word prompts for 2024 (all 12 months) and some alternatives. These are mostly horror / fantasy aimed.
January (31):
Behold
Justice
Oak
Weave
Hook
Waggon
Torch
Jinx
Prey
Must
Lit
Keep
Vanquish
Yarrow
Intended
Tomb
Marsh
Leather
Blanket
Kin
Lordling
Promises
Heath
Rot
West
Under
Sworn
Rusted
Transformation
Quest
Pond
February (29):
Midwinter
Oath
Croak
Blush
Nimble
Malady
Deal
Roots
Willow
Orders
Moss
Lantern
Portent
Lovelock
Mourning
Horned
Keys
Earn
Remedy
Bog
Yearning
Lace
Trunk
Coiled
Linger
Soothsayer
Revenge
Oleander
Revered
March (31):
Metal
Pride
Gunpowder
Inheritance
Master
Brandish
Enchanted
Path
Sacrifice
Tailor
Crypt
Remain
Toad
Understanding
Legacy
Archway
Mirror
Omen
Home
Fur
Dust
Bow
Necklace
Sly
Permanent
Grin
Aim
Nest
Hex
Church
Valour
April (30):
Masonry
Inquiry
Ledge
Years
Hospitality
Clay
Priestess
Sunken
Lavender
Trust
Waters
Guilt
Dusk
Protection
Musket
Castle
Flee
Ancient
Value
Charm
Fever
Penance
Silk
Foxhole
Ornament
Tradition
Meld
Hare
Well
Pest
May (31):
Moonrise
Sea
Wander
Absolution
Bark
Ridge
Crackle
Sacred
Bind
Frozen
Thatch
Naming
Elder
Wealth
Dappled
Reading
Father
Cathedral
Tent
Grey
Payment
Enshrine
Tales
Velvet
Cell
Guide
Dawn
Mines
Riddle
Falling
Clock
June (30):
Vixen
Stolen
Worth
Tar
Alchemy
Fickle
Barrell
Harrow
Pyre
Chest
Worship
Steps
Armoury
Tear
Den
Ladder
Ruins
Bargain
Snake-leaves
Corn-doll
Garnet
Eccentric
Telescope
Antler
Stone
Break
Laden
Tower
Chain
Rook
July (31):
Masquerade
Pines
Mother
Herbs
Limb
Prize
Rescue
Scales
Melody
Shore
Tempest
Appease
Queen
Hermit
Separated
Bear
Righteous
Chimney
Storm
Manipulate
Boots
Apple
Rings
Crafted
Trail
Bleak
Dear-heart
Sanctify
Feast
Gathering
Door
August (31):
Luck
Display
Greed
Autumn
Found
Wildfire
Sleep
Grandfather
Watch
Hidden
Lookalike
Whimsey
Thicket
Runes
Horseshoe
Smoke
Awaken
Gargoyle
Wig
Poison
Thousand-fur
Shatter
Barrow
Tempt
Flag
Mercy
Web
Beast
Candle
Hunt
Serpent
September (30):
Belladonna
Magician
Birch
Reflection
Sight
Elaborate
Captive
Rope
Glass
Decades
Blade
Sorrow
Finickity
Carving
Stag
Fairy-tale
Spark
Blackthorn
Mountain
Century
Fury
Question
Claws
Fangs
Decay
Gift
Shipwreck
Blessed
Harvest
Crown
October (31):
Troll
Vines
Scattered
Prayer
Hatchet
Coat
Fireside
Grim
Sealed
Walled
Healing
Cobbled
Secure
Forest
Blind
Constellation
Shroud
Regal
Helm
Shadowed
Ward
Sinking
Hills
Goldsmith
Silver
Entwining
Soldier
Courtship
Guest
Defy
Crone
November (30):
Bones
Fear
Talisman
Song
Witness
Cloak
Plague
Hearth
Returned
Testament
Ceremonial
Yearning
Written
Silhouette
Gilded
Boundary
Hunger
Stranger
Fiend
Dungeon
Huntsman
Want
Birdsong
Wish
Hierophant
Favour
Dreaming
Coal
Brother
Fields
December (31):
Bottles
Curse
Horizon
Supplies
Wallowing
Hodge-podge
Thorns
Wisdom
Trinket
Warmth
Timber
Honest
Ritual
Welcome
Branches
Disguise
Bound
Gallows
Shield
Window
Finality
Tinder
Starlight
Winds
Bridge
Fortune
Tracks
River
Guardian
Summon
Warmth
Alternative Prompts:
Cunning
Puppet
Hound
Brambles
Eldritch
Garden
Eldritch
Cosmic
Bells
Tainted
Sleigh
Sect
Glowing
Coven
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whatyadrawin · 4 months
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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -CHAPTER 1-
Masterlist
Approximately 2,395 words
Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader
This chapters Warnings: Brief mention of self harm
A/n: This is a really self indulgent fanfic, it may have some common tropes and it will get very mature so MINORS DNI. I am making this a large slow burner because I am seriously falling in love with the setting and where the story is going. It may not be 10 chapters, it will likely be more. As with my other fics, I will finish this to completion and there will be varying amounts of illustrations for each chapter. I want to push the fact that this entire universe is headcanon. Having said all this, please enjoy. Fell free to leave a like, reblog, or comment if you're comfortable. Thank you for reading, I am so happy to be able to share my work with so many people who appreciate it.
Chapter 1
“Ma’am?”
You’re awoken from a pleasant nap by the voice of the taxi driver who picked you up from the airport.
“I hate to wake ya, but this here’s the end o’ the line fer me”
Slowly you sit up, the bright light of the sun shines into the backseat as the air conditioning gently breezes past your neck. You look out the window and are met with large swathes of yellow grass, dried up from being beaten by the sun’s intensive rays; The yellow of the grass is only contrasted by the bright azure blue of the sky, riddled with bright white fluffy clouds slowly lumbering across the horizon.
“S’good thing ya have such a small amount’a luggage huh?”
The cab driver popped the trunk and got out of the car to help grab your luggage, a small satchel of essentials and a suitcase of the last remains of the clothes you had left in Manitoba. You get out of the backseat and are immediately blasted with a wave of heat that weighs the air down.
“If you walk one mile up past this here gate, you’ll find the road getting’ ya t’yer home. I reckon no one’s been out here fer years. Ahm still not sure hwhat y’gone get up to”
You grab your belongings and thank the driver; he warns you to not take your time walking due to the intensity of the weather, then he gets in the cab and slowly drives off. You start walking past the open gate and toward the home that was left to you by a family member you barely knew. When you received the call from the lawyer dealing with the will, it was like a miracle, your business was tanking and you didn’t have much left financially. Being a seamstress in the town of Rivers was not easy, there was not enough work for you and the citizens didn’t have much to give for payment. Living there was lonely, your only friend passed away in high school because the stress of bullying got too much for her; since that incident, a deep hatred for humans remained in your heart.
You thought you had no more family left until the lawyer told you about your distant relative on mom’s side who had put you as the sole receiver to a fortune and the property. The only condition for getting access to the money was to come live on the property and care for the orchard attached to it. The lawyer informed you that your relative’s orchard had supplied the town and her written wish was for you to carry on its legacy. After living in a small town for all 33 years of your life you were excited to start fresh somewhere new, what better place to do that than Fuller, Texas which is virtually a ghost town.
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The dirt road kicked up dust from your steps as you made your way to the first intersection, you took the turn and headed up the hill, the old driveway was overgrown with grass; You were grateful for the trees along the path, giving you shade from the sun, each one rustling in the gentle breeze occasionally dropping a leaf that would silently fall to the ground. Once you reached the top of the hill, you saw the house that was in the pictures the lawyer sent over, it was a small one storey house shining white in the sun. There were no trees around the front of the house but small bushes with wildflowers bloomed around it, your car was parked casually in front of the home next to a large moving crate full of the stuff you packed before you flew down. Having all your belongings and car shipped down early was a smart choice.
You made your way to the home, looking for the set of keys in your bag, the door opened with a creak and a distinct smell of old wood mixed with the ghosts of thousands of meals cooked wafted around you. The inside was quaint, all the electronics were dated but the décor was simple and rustic, this home felt cozy and welcoming as the sun pushed through the curtains leaving a gentle glow on the hardwood floor of the living room. You set your things down at the entrance and went to open every window to allow the stagnated air to circulate and cool the house before nighttime. You peered into the backyard, it was small but charming, there was a large tree that provided shade to the fenced area, and a white swing bench that had a bistro table set next to it. You walked out into the yard which was fenced by a weathered white picket fence, it overlooked the entire property. You walked up to the edge of the fence and noticed some binoculars set against one of the posts, you take them and use them to look around the land.
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 You see a small home at the edge of the orchard -that must be the farmhand’s home, I should go let them know I am here and introduce myself-. You look further and see a large house in the distance, it has tall pillars in front and looks deteriorated; you slowly move the binoculars around to see the rest of that home, you find a barn and spot something large moving, you spin the binocular setting to zoom in further but struggle with the focus. After a short bit of fiddling, you manage to get a clear image and see that the moving shape was a man, a huge one, the man towers over the cow he is tending to, you squint your eyes to see if you can make out any details but all you can see is his long hair and that he has a face covering of some sort. You lower the binoculars and put your hands on your hips -who was that man? Is he really that tall? Maybe I should introduce myself to the neighbors as well-.
You spend an hour unpacking clothes and necessities from the moving crate, just enough to get you settled in, the furniture in the home still has some belongings from the passed relative that you need to clean out. After looking through the fridge and cupboards, you realize you don’t have anything to eat, and there’s no way you can get a delivery all the way out here, so you decide to take your car into town to see what’s available. The drive takes you along country road 26, you see nothing for a while and are almost startled when a small building shows up in the distance. You pull up and notice it’s a gas station and grocery store - I hope they have something I can eat in here-, you park in front of the entrance and go inside.
Everything in the store looks dusty and old, you feel a sense of unease at the prospect of going hungry tonight. You head to the register and see an older woman sitting on a stool reading a newspaper, she has white hair pinned up into a bun and thick reading glasses that look old enough to be from the 70s.
“Hi there” you say quietly
“Oh, I didn’t know someone had come in. Hi hun, how can I help you?” she places the newspaper down and stands up to greet you.
“I just moved into town and I realized I have no food for tonight, is there anything in here that can tide me over?”
“Welcome to Fuller! Let’s get you something to eat dear.” She looked surprised that you would even have to ask but she was happy to lead you over to some packaged goods and canned veggies.
“These here came in a few days ago with our latest shipment, don’t let the dust in here bother you none, I just haven’t had the energy to clean the place up better”
You smile and start grabbing some boxed oatmeal and canned vegetables, with these you would be able to eat for a day or two until you could to do a big shopping trip in the next town over.
You stop grabbing items and look over at her to say
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself, my name is Y/N. I moved into the property with the orchard”
The woman’s eyes light up and she smiles, replying “Well now there’s a welcome surprise! My name is Luda Mae, I’m your neighbor down the bottom of the hill, we did a lot of business with the previous owner, Tilly. She was a close friend of mine”
You are interested now, and ask “You knew her? She was a distant relative to me and I actually inherited what she had, I feel bad about it because I didn’t know her at all, but I intend to keep the orchard going since that was her dying wish”
Luda Mae kept her smile but looked away as if she was starting to tear up, she spoke in a quieter tone “She was a real good friend, she felt like a sister to me. Did you know that without her starting that orchard, my folks would have” she stopped herself and paused looking around “Well let’s just say, she saved us”
Your interest in getting to know who Tilly was had spiked, the lawyer said she was well known to locals but never expanded on that. Luda Mae continues,
“Join me and my friend for tea tomorrow, I’d love to tell you all about Tilly, and that way you can meet my family as well, it’s always nice to have a friendly neighbor. I won’t take no for an answer”
You feel a bit of anxiety creep in, meeting new people was already difficult for you and what’s worse this was in a completely new place, so far out of your comfort zone. Luda Mae takes some of the items you grabbed and brings them to the counter and bags them. You follow her and place the rest of your things on the counter and say,
“What time did you want me to stop by?”
Luda Mae hands you the food and says “Just come on by ‘round noon, I’ve lots to talk about with you, there’ll be plenty of food too so that way these groceries will last a bit longer” She gives you a wink.
“That sounds really nice actually, what do I owe you for the groceries?”
“It’s on the house hun, let that be a welcome gift” she smiles and follows with “By the way dear, be careful around that farmhand, he’s a cruel old thing. Did you move with anyone? Maybe a husband or boyfriend?”
You feel a sense of worry at the thought of being alone on a property with someone mean, let alone a man who is cruel. You reply,
“No, I don’t have anyone, it’s just me”
Luda Mae suppresses a smirk, she follows you to the exit and opens the door for you saying “We’ll keep an eye out for you then, you’ll be alright dear, he’ll get what he’s owed one day”
Those last words really sparked fear in you, was the farmhand dangerous or just mean? It might be a good idea to introduce yourself in order to find out and possibly make a connection so you don’t seem rude. You put the groceries in the trunk and get in the car, Luda Mae waves to you as you pull out and head towards home.
Once you are home and the groceries were put away, you decide to go down to the orchard to see what kind of fruit are being grown. The trees are large and densely packed with fruits of all sorts, oranges, lemons, peaches, apples, and cherries. You are suddenly startled by a large, ugly man, he reeked of body odor and wore dirty overalls.
“Who the hell’re you?” he asks rudely.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get in the way. I’m Y/N I am the new owner of this property after Tilly passed”
The man looks angry, he rolls his eyes and pushes past you saying,
“Ah thought she din’t have no family” You scrunch your nose in confusion, he continues “You best keep outta muh way”
You follow after him saying “I just wanted to introduce myself so you know who I am”
He continues walking off “Don’t care” and disappears behind another row of trees.
You feel upset, you were already weary of people because of their bad behavior, and now you have a rude, smelly man controlling the orchard that you are unsure how to get rid of. You decide to pick some fruits to bring to Luda Mae tomorrow and head back up to the house. You put the fruits you picked in a basket you found and walk back out to the yard to relax on the swing bench. -I’m going to have to get used to that asshole until I can learn how to manage this farm myself. At least I don’t have to work anymore, so I will have plenty of time to learn-.
You get up and head over to where the binoculars sat, and used them to look over at Luda Mae’s property again to see if there is a designated front door. -Why did she ask if I had brought anyone? was she asking if I was single?- The thought lingered in your mind until you saw that enormous man again, this time he was holding a chicken and watching a small group of them peck at the ground. The chicken looked so tiny in his hands, and he held it so gently, giving it soft strokes along the back of its head. You stood still watching this strange man pet a hen for what felt like an hour, his face being covered was intriguing and his wide frame was a real sight to behold even if it was from afar.
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You notice the sun beginning to set and decide it’s time to get inside and get some rest, the thought of possibly seeing that strange man up close danced in your mind and excited you for tomorrow’s visit. -I hope I get to meet him-.
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andohmyloveiliedtoyou · 11 months
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Sometimes I sit and think about how isolated Itachi was from the stem of existence that pushes through turbulent life.. He didn't have a part of himself that belonged to him, that was solely his. His identity or sense of self was stripped from him when he was barely able to walk. His needs as a child which are basic for every newborn, love, value, patience, a voice, formulaic and necessary to grow into a functioning adult, were denied all rights by his mother and father on account of internal warfare. What about his extended family? Did he have aunts and uncles who bonded w/him? Did they root for him when he accomplished his first steps, did they bring him little gifts and take family picnics and defend him when his mother got fed up with him being a naughty kid? Was Itachi ever allowed to be a naughty kid? Was he ever allowed to visit his cousins for play time as a kid? Sleepovers and holiday outings?
Did he ever have anyone in his corner AT ALL?
No Itachi was thrust into the underbelly of war when he was 4 years old and his father brought him to a warzone, a valley of decomposing bodies, corpses that wreaked of blood and guts and bodily fluids. Out in the open. His father didn't do it to protect him from what was to come, to shield his formative sensibilities from the dangers of the ninja world, he did it to MANIPULATE and SECURE A WIN in the clan's favor. Here he had a son who exceeded every milestone a parent could pray for. Why not extort, manipulate, mansplain, manlight, and emotionally abuse my firstborn into becoming the ninja he was meant to be, through the flimsy front of a father who means well, all the while shaping his developing mental facilities into a tool for the future of the clan.
You can be sure Fugaku gloated and preened as he poetically unfolded the horrors of war to baby Itachi, ignoring that he was terrified to the point where he had nightmares every night of dead, blown up bodies or stray limbs, strewn discriminately with entrails and bones, swimming in a river of gore and blood. You can be sure it was those images Itachi saw every night when he closed his eyes, and when he woke up sweating and holding back screams no one was around to console him, hold his shaking and grieving lost soul until the convulsions calmed down, no one expected that of a prodigy.
No one expected a prodigy to be anything less than a killing machine, a well oiled infantry soldier, a perfectly honed stroke of luck for a clan who only knew abandonment and discrimination. Itachi was their shining light, their promising future, their only hope. No one expected a prodigy to distrust them, to turn against its own kin, to reshape the fate of all the ninja lands. No one expected a prodigy to betray them. No one expected a prodigy to fall. To fail.
Did Itachi have friends? Sasuke was the closest mirage he had to the living world. Sasuke was his constant. Shisui gave up. Shisui abandoned him. Every morsel of any shred of comfort Itachi longed for was slowly and deliberately removed from him, one by one, methodically by fate. The only last detail remaining was either to kill himself, or weild his hand and let fate steal the one last remaining bit of rationality, and that was choice. Itachi never had a choice from the moment he was conceived, to the moment his dying and crippled body failed him.
Itachi was never allowed a wife. Children of his own. A legacy. He didn't have a choice. He was never allowed to grow old. Grandchildren. He wasn't allowed the privilege of seeing Sasuke grow with his family. He wasn't allowed to love his nieces and nephews. He wasn't allowed the gift of settling down and pass on his genes to future prodigies. To thirst for the love of a woman. He wasn't to have connections that weren't of state and sanctioned by his superiors. Every single move he made was pre-planned and concerned with authority. Every single minutiae of his entire existence was woven with the fate of many others. Every aspect of life failed Itachi, from his family to his friends, to his superiors to his own body.
Sasuke was the only anomaly, the only piece of the puzzle that was whole, unmarred from the destructive forces commanding Itachi's fate.
(Sasuke discourse coming.)
- Written by my friend who is too lazy to post this on her blog and only wrote this to distract me from the fact that she hasn't started writing any of our fic
HATERS DO NOT CROSS THIS THRESHOLD.. Take your pathetic hate for a 2D drawing and whine on your own cringe blogs.
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mangowillow · 1 year
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interlude: you
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pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: as you go through life and its fears and doubts, Jungkook is there to ground you, to serve as your anchor in a very messy tide.
genre/tags: fluff, friends to lovers, confessions under the moonlight, intimacy, falling in love
word count: 4.1k
a/n: enjoy :)
Jungkook’s knees and legs feel numb.
He has been stroking your hair, tucking in stubborn strands behind your ear for almost an hour as you lay your head on his thighs, holding a single pink sunflower that ended up resting underneath your fingers, and ultimately, on Jungkook’s knees. 
Jungkook almost didn’t make it to your family’s dinner tonight because he got caught up in a project at work. But he wouldn’t miss a family dinner unless something really urgent came up. Through the years, his friendship with you has become so strong that he’d feel as if he was dying if he let you down in any way. If anything, your anxious messages to him were something he knew he shouldn’t ignore. 
You’re coming to the dinner, right?
It starts at 7, sharp.
I’m nervous, I haven’t seen them in so long, what if they say the same things again?
Where are you? You’ll come, right?
Jungkook could already imagine what you looked like at that moment— phone in both hands, biting your lips, bouncing on your feet in small jumps. You once told him that his presence alone eased all your worries in an instant and ever since then, he wanted to make sure he was there to reassure you, to keep you company, keep you safe. 
So when he arrived at dinner, your family had already started. When your mother laid eyes on Jungkook, she smiled her most pleasant, almost affectionate, smile— a smile you yourself have never been shown. 
"Jungkook, darling, it’s so good to see you. Come sit, sit."
But instead of Jungkook sitting next to your mother as she wanted, he went around the table and sat next to you. 
Your side of the table has always been so cold. And as dinner dragged on, your worse fears came to light.
"You know, honey, you should already be thinking about how you’re going to work for the family business. One day, you’ll take over, you should know that by now."
Your father chimed in as well: Your mother is right. One day we will both be too old to run the whole thing and it’s up to you to continue the legacy your grandfather built. 
“Dancing will never make you money, sweetheart. You need to stop doing all those lessons, eventually or you’ll never be able to focus on the business.”
“You should be more like Jungkook. He’s been doing well with the merger and we all know that one day, he’ll have no trouble running the whole conglomerate himself.” 
It’s always like this, Jungkook thought. It was never fair that you were being compared to him when both your families have been good friends for years. Since he could remember, you refused to run your family’s company and he can still recall how your parents used to express their disappointment over the fact that their firstborn was not a male. 
As soon as he placed his warm hand over your clenched fist, you instantly relaxed. Jungkook rubbed his thumb across your knuckles, coaxing your fingers to loosen and once you allowed yourself to, he intertwined his fingers with your shaking ones.
Jungkook has never done that before.
You have never been more grateful once your parents were distracted by whatever your aunt was telling them because if their words dragged on a bit longer, your tears would have fallen. You were so consumed with your own inner critic telling you you were a failure and trying to control your emotions at the same time that you didn’t notice Jungkook leaning against your ear.
“What do you say we get out of here, hm?”
His voice soothed you like a calm river flowing through a gentle breeze. You look at him quite frantically with eyes full of pain and Jungkook ached for you.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I think ____ is not feeling too well. I think she needs to rest.”
Your mom didn’t blink an eye and just told Jungkook to take care of you. 
And that’s what led Jungkook and you into your childhood bedroom. 
In this bedroom, you and Jungkook spent many days and nights playing and studying. Your bedroom is witness to the love and comfort you both find in each other for years and years.
Jungkook is pulled out of his thoughts when you slightly shifted. As soon as he took you to your room, you didn’t say a word and he understood. 
“Thank you for coming,” you whispered.
“You know I always will,” Jungkook reassured.
You slowly get up and Jungkook was quick to help. You shifted your weight onto your left arm and turned to face him, fiddling with the stem of the sunflower with the other hand.
“And thank you for this,” you gesture to the flower. “You really didn’t have to.”
Jungkook gave you a soft smile as he tucked another strand of hair behind your ear. His favorite habit and excuse to touch you. “Pink sunflowers are hard to come by, of course I had to get you one.”
You give him a small smile before collapsing to your real side of the bed. Jungkook exaggerates his stretches and extended his arms with a groan. His legs do feel numb, almost painful, but he doesn’t mind.
“Will you stay the night?” you tentatively ask while looking out the night sky outside your window. Your face is softly illuminated by the moon’s light and Jungkook wants to give you the whole world.
“Of course, ____. I still have some of my clothes here, I think?”
You nod before humming, “They’re inside those drawers.”
Jungkook has no qualms with stripping in front of you. Years of friendship can do that to two people so intertwined, so connected. He takes off his pants and wears the pair of grey sweatpants he left a week ago. Almost immediately, he sees an old jersey of his from his soccer days back in college. Fondly he remembers how you always loved wearing his jerseys especially when you both knew you wouldn’t be seeing each other for a while. Lately, Jungkook also noticed how you would randomly ask him for any of his old t-shirts, telling him his fabric softener smelled so nice.
Jungkook just knows that the real reason why you ask him for his clothes is that you find comfort in wearing them and that doessomething to him.
When he goes back to bed, you instinctively scoot to envelop yourself in his arms. After he plants a kiss on the top of your head, he feels you exhale a sigh of relief, hearing your heartbeat as it calms down.
“You smell so nice,” you say, voice coming out muffled because of how your face was buried against his chest.
Jungkook chuckles and runs his hand up and down your back in smoothing strokes and circles.
“And you feel so warm, Jungkook. How are you always so cuddly?”
“It’s because I am,” Jungkook playfully replies, coaxing a chuckle now from you.
It’s in intimate moments like this that Jungkook gets to see you vulnerable and raw. You always put up a facade and a smile on the outside, but in the corners of your room or in private, Jungkook knows how you truly feel about the world. It has been a world so cruel to you and it hurts him to see you struggle through not knowing what to do sometimes. Dancing has been your one and only love ever since high school. You have never been the corporate type, you told him once. And he knows it. He knows that you come alive once you’re on the dance floor, interpreting music as you move. He knows that you value and care for people and have a heart of gold, not steel, which the corporate world ever so requires.
In your childhood bedroom, Jungkook has seen you cry and feel helpless. And it was a side you hide so well, sometimes even from him. You and Jungkook have fought countless times about you keeping things from him because he knew you didn’t like burdening other people. 
But he wants you to give him your burdens. He wants you to talk to him about what’s on your mind and what’s bothering you, no matter how mundane it is. Your stubbornness is a weapon and a weakness, he always thinks. 
Jungkook is two years older than you so when he graduated, you were sad that you had no one to rant about your classes with. Sure, you still did that with him from time to time, but the cruelty of finite time itself usually pulled you both apart now more and your parents’ incessant nagging didn’t help the situation either. Suffice to say that holding you close has been more of a liberty and a privilege for Jungkook. It has been two years since then and there isn’t a day when he feels regret over not being able to hold you whenever you need him the most.
In this space tonight, he revels in the warmth of your skin, your quiet, steady breaths centering him. 
“What’s it like out there, Jungkook?” you whisper as you slightly pull back to look at him. “What’s it like having big shoes to fill in for other people?”
Jungkook knows your fears are talking. Deep down, he knows you’re unsure, and uncertain about what the future holds because growing up, you have always been taught that you never seemed to be enough. While Jungkook tried to shield you and stand as your fortress as much as he could, his efforts also weren’t enough to fill in the empty spaces and gaps in your heart that longed to be accepted by your family. 
Jungkook sucked in a breath before answering, “I think it’s good and cold at the same time, ____. I say good because there’s so much out there to look forward to. You find your way through jobs, find what fits, meet new people, and have fun at parties but keep in mind that you have to be more mindful now because you can’t afford to be hungover on a workday, maybe you find love or you find yourself in the process. That is the hope, I guess. But it’s also cold because I sometimes feel like I trudge through life not knowing if I am doing things right. Sometimes, I don’t even have a clue what I’m doing…” 
Jungkook feels you stiffen ever so slightly, it was unnoticeable. But nothing was unnoticeable to him when it comes to you.
“And it’s okay, you know?” Jungkook assures as he runs a hand through your hair. “To not know what to do or if you’re doing things right. That’s why we live… to figure things out until we understand it and it all makes sense.”
“Hmm. That sounds nice. I wish I can figure things out fast enough.”
“You have me, ____. And we’ll get through it, together.” It took a while for Jungkook to realize that he isn’t just saying this as someone who understands you because your families are connected. He is saying this because he wants to truly be there and to make up for all his stupid mistakes in the past.
“You said maybe I can find love,” you start. Jungkook stills and he hopes you don’t notice. “Have you found that?” You finish your sentence without looking at him because you turn to face the night-lit sky once more. 
Jungkook juts his lip before tucking his arm under his head.
“I’m not sure. Why do you ask?” He says in a teasing tone, hoping to diffuse some of the tension he suddenly feels.
It took a while for you to answer back that Jungkook thought you fell asleep. “I don’t know… I mean, you used to date a lot of girls back in college so I always thought you’d find the one sooner or later.”
Jungkook tries to gauge the tone of your voice and at this moment he hopes he can see how your face moves or reacts because he badly wants to read you right now.
“I’m not that kind of person anymore, ____.” Jungkook does not know why he feels dejected at the thought that maybe you did think of him as some playboy who only cared about the body count.
“I know… I know.” Jungkook is sure he saw the ghost of a smirk on your lips. You close your eyes and breathe evenly Jungkook thought that was the end of the conversation.
But then you spoke once more and he could’ve sworn his heart fell to the ground.
“Why didn’t you ever choose me?”
“W-what?” Jungkook stammers.
He sees you slowly open your eyes, but they kept looking towards the window. You do not respond to his question and he feels a need to ease your fears, and reassure you right now that you mean everything to him. 
“I didn’t know what I was doing back then, ____… I only wanted to satisfy myself, to enjoy every bit of recklessness i could and could not afford because I knew that when it was all over, I had to endure a life of misery…” Jungkook paused to check on you. You turned your head to look at the ceiling now, your hands clasped over your stomach.
“Was it worth it?” you gently ask him.
“No,” Jungkook immediately answers without hesitation. “It wasn’t.”
“So what now, then?” you ask to the ceiling. Jungkook was at a loss for words. Despite being your best friend, he sometimes struggled to read you, because again, you keep your feelings and thoughts locked up so well, not even he can reach them. But he wants to try.
He wants to try so badly to know what you’re truly feeling because if he doesn’t, he’ll never forgive himself.
He slowly moves towards you until his lips are mere inches apart from your cheek. His eyes look up to see that you have yours closed again. You don’t move, but he can feel you breathing more pronouncedly. He allows himself to look at you this close, so peaceful, so serene. He basks in the idea that it’s only he who could make you feel calm and safe.
And before he can stop himself, he kisses you on your cheek. It wasn’t an odd thing, really. He kisses you on the cheek all the time. But this is also the first time his lips linger and this is the first time he kisses you with so much reverence and hesitation all at once.
He feels you take a deep breath, all the while keeping your eyes closed. 
“Can you do that again?” you evenly asked.
A smile ghosts Jungkook’s lips as he softly kisses you on your jaw. Ever so slightly, he moves downward, partially opening his lips to plant an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. You move and let out a sigh, tilting your neck further, telling him it was okay and you were giving him permission.
He kisses you on your neck once more, this time fanning his breath over the spot he just let his lips stay. 
“I am so sorry, ____.”
“What are you sorry for?” you ask but you still don’t meet his eyes. 
“I’m sorry I didn’t do anything for us. I… I have always wanted to come to you. I always longed for you. But I was scared, ____. I was so scared of ruining our friendship and I would never forgive myself if I ever hurt you that way. Every single day I regret not saying anything. I wish I could turn back time because, in that way, we could have had so much more.”
It was then that Jungkook realizes that the reason why you keep your eyes closed is that you were trying not to cry. As soon as the words left him, a tear slides down the cheek he just kissed. 
“Please don’t cry, ____. I don’t like seeing you cry…” Jungkook whispers and pleads.
You finally open your eyes but kept them towards the ceiling.
“It’s time we can never get back, Jungkook.” You slowly turn to face him now. “It’s also time that I will always be grateful to have spent with you.”
Jungkook tries searching your eyes for any sign, anything that will tell him this isn’t the end of you and him.
He has dated so many women over the years and in the beginning, he never thought about looking at you more than his best friend. But he also knew that your eyes, your face, your whole being told him that you wanted him. He saw the disappointment in your eyes during the times he failed to come to your agreed-upon movie nights. He heard the sadness in your voice when he called to tell you that soccer practice ran late and he had to cancel on you. He felt your longing every time you saw him in the arms of another. He felt guilty whenever he chose his one-night stands over you. 
You always tried to hide what you truly felt, but he knew.
He knew all along.
Yet in all those moments he chose to ignore that one nagging feeling that has haunted him since you were kids: his real feelings for you.
He didn’t think you deserve someone like him— not after all his shenanigans with frat parties and women. He used to think of himself as a lost cause and he didn't want to drag you into his mess. But as years went by, he ached for you all the more. And despite all his shortcomings, you never once shunned him. But he was and still is so scared.
Scared of losing you.
“I never thought I’d get to hear words like that from you,” you smirk. Jungkook thinks you’re insufferable for turning such a serious conversation into something much lighter. “I like it, though.”
“I mean every single word, ____. I am so scared of losing you.”
“You will never lose me. No matter what happens.”
“But the future is so uncertain, I don’t know if I’ll ever be enough for you, ____, because you deserve the world. You deserve so much more and everything good” Jungkook feels relief and agony in his confession. He feels vulnerable now that his secret is out.
“Well… We have the rest of our lives to figure it all out, right? You said it yourself,” you say.
Jungkook lets out a breath of relief again. You turn your body to fully face him in your dimly lit childhood bedroom. You gave him a smile as you touch his lips with your fingers. 
“Can you kiss me, Jungkook? Just for tonight?”
Jungkook feels frustration bubbling up inside of him because you could still think that all this can still be temporary. He wants you to know he’s all in on this, if you are too. He wants you to feel that he only wants to give you all of him if you will have him. 
Jungkook secures his hold on you as he kisses you. The moment your lips touch, he feels elation like he has never experienced before. He thinks about how wonderful it finally is to have you in his arms and to kiss you without abandon. His tongue slides over your lip, shyly telling you he wants more and you readily part your lips to let him kiss you deeper. You both kiss for so long that when he parts from you, he immediately wants to do it all over again even if it knocks the breath out of him. 
“Wow, that was… nice.” you tell him, giggling. Jungkook cocks an eyebrow at you and you laugh.
“Just nice?” Jungkook feigns incredulity. You giggle even more as Jungkook’s eyes soften.
“Can I kiss you again?”
You bite your lip before nodding and Jungkook feels he can now die happy.
He swings his leg over you, positioning himself until he’s now on top of you. He gently leans forward with both his hands cupping your cheeks as he looks at your eyes now full of mischief and love. He plants a long kiss on your forehead before leaving pecks on your eyelids, the tip of your nose, both sides of your jaw, and your chin. 
You giggle at his playfulness, “Just kiss me already, you fool.”
“With pleasure, my love.”
Jungkook didn’t give you any time to process the way he just addressed you because he captures your lips in his once more, this time with more urgency and fire. Jungkook licks into your mouth, allowing your tongues to touch. A few hours ago it was just your hands that were intertwined, but now that love is out in the open, bodies intertwined under the sheets, it gives an opportunity for the both of you to rock and move in sync with one another. 
Jungkook loves how responsive you are and this is just you and him making out. Your soft sighs keep him going until you’re gasping and moaning. 
Jungkook allows himself to be greedy as he runs his mouth to the side of your jaw, going down to your neck once more because tonight, he learns that kissing you there draws out the sweetest sounds from you. His lips return to your lips once more, softly biting your bottom lip.
“I think kissing you might just be my favorite thing to do ever,” Jungkook says through his pants. He sees you swallow and you give him the sweetest smile he has ever been graced with.
“I think I can kiss you all day, Jungkook. Don’t you dare stop.”
“I will never,” Jungkook utters. Your nails dig into Jungkook’s back while his hand grips tight on your waist. For the first time in so long, Jungkook feels so alive and it almost feels unnerving to have you this close to him. Body on fire, voice airy, he kisses you like it’s his last. Hearing your shortened breaths, your moans, and your gasps as he grazes his lips along your jawline makes him feel so, so alive, he regrets not having you like this sooner.
“I need you closer, Jungkook, please.” you plead.
“How do you want me, sweetheart?” Jungkook asks. He rolls his hips against you, making you gasp even more than you already were and he absolutely loves it. 
Jungkook pulls you toward him until you’re sitting on his lap, bodies flush. He runs a hand across your hair, grounding you, telling you he’s here right now, that he will be with you until the end. 
“You’re the one good thing in my life, Jungkook.” you confess.
Jungkook can feel your heart racing. He looks at you as if you created the stars in the sky and says, “You’re like the morning sun, ____.”
“Why? Do you want it to be morning already?” you turn your head to the window again.
Jungkook laughs and turns your face towards him. “No, you silly goose. You’re like the morning sun because with every day passing me by, the sun tells me there’s new hope and a chance for me to try again. I haven’t— I lack in so many ways, but you remind me that the morning will come and despite my uncertainties of the future, I can still turn things around for the better. You are my morning light, ____.” 
“Who knew you could be such a sap?” you tease, Jungkook laughing along with you and pulling you into a warm embrace.
“But the night also comes after the day. What if… what if I fail you?” you ask, your fears threatening to resurface. Jungkook quietly shushes you.
“You are also my moonlight because no matter how dark the night is, you’re still that bright light that guides me home.”
You can’t help but tear up at Jungkook’s words. He gently wipes them away.
“It took me a long time to get here, but I will do anything to make you happy and safe with me, my love. From now on, you will never have to feel like you’re all alone.”
Jungkook feels that love is redemptive. No matter how long, it will always be his saving grace.
“I love you.” Jungkook whispers against your lips. “I will forever love you.”
You let out a shuddered breath before closing your eyes, “I love you too, Jungkook. I have loved you for so long.”
Jungkook captures your lips once more into his and tightens his hold on your body. As soon as the both of you need air, you tuck your chin into the crook of Jungkook’s shoulder, trying to steady your breath. 
“You are so beautiful, my love,” Jungkook reassures you. “You are the most wonderful person I have ever met and I hope you know that.”
“I believe you,” you answer.
Under the moonlight, a love blooms. For you and Jungkook, the sun and moon will always guide you home.
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purpleajisai · 27 days
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Uchiha Observation n°1: Sasuke’s lineage - headcanons, storyline and hints in canon
This post is part of the worldbuilding process for a fanfic idea that I’ve been maturing over the past year, so I will update this if needed. I have wondered about the relationship between Madara and Sasuke for a long while now, and I knew there has to be a deeper connection than just reincarnations of Indra. The moment that piqued my interest was the point that Hashirama made about Sasuke looking like Izuna, implying that if Madara saw someone so similar to his beloved younger brother he could listen to what Sasuke had to say and perhaps change his mindset in regards to the war.
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This cannot be a coincidence. Today, I’m going to share my headcanon regarding Madara and Sasuke’s kinship: Sasuke is Madara’s great nephew, connnected through Izuna. Here is the genealogical tree:
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First of all, let’s explain Izuna’s generation. Of course, you can see Madara represented there as an older brother as well as the 4 unnamed younger siblings mentioned in the river flashbacks. The language used by Madara suggest that there were 5 other siblings aside from him, not 5 in total and including him. In the case of Izuna, according to the databooks he died at age 24, which is definitely old enough to be married and have a child.
And perhaps the readers are wondering why I’m not considering Madara to be married as well since he’s not only older than Izuna but also the clan leader. The only reason why I’m not giving him a wife and kids at the time of Izuna’s death is because I want to adhere to canon in this regard (no spoilers about the fic’s plot).
In the storyline I’ve planned, Izuna would die and leave behind a little baby or even a pregnant wife. The exact moment is yet undecided. However, it is through this only son of Izuna from which we can connect him to Sasuke. Once Izuna’s son grows up, having the pressure of being the last surviving heir to the clan, it’s not far-fetched for this man to have more than 2 children to ensure his legacy and prevent the clan from descending into anarchy. The reason why his firstborn son, who would be Izuna’s eldest grandson, is marked as “disgraced” in this chart is because the existence of this generation collides with the 2nd Great Ninja War. A possible reason I may consider to add for his fall into disgrace and shunning by the clan is that he would’ve left some Uchiha comrades to die in order to protect important Konoha intel, therefore gaining the reputation of a traitor and not being suitable for inheriting the clan’s leadership.
With the eldest son banned from the position of clan heir, the younger son would immediately take his place. From the disgraced eldest brother, we get Obito’s ancestry, and from the younger brother we get Mikoto’s generation. For Obito’s case, I theorize a normal Uchiha picked at random wouldn’t be able to handle the toll of Madara’s eyes, whether in EMS or Rinnegan form. Technically speaking, these eyeballs are actually Izuna’s, reinforcing his importance for this lineage. Please consider the importance of genetics in handling kekkei genkai in the Naruto universe. For Mikoto’s case, I added an older brother for her. Why? Because it used to be a custom in the Sengoku period and the subsequent Edo period to follow agnatic (male-only) succession for leadership. The death of Mikoto’s brother would put Fugaku as a leader, given that he’s the husband of a bearer of the lineage of clan leaders.
Finally, we get to Itachi and Sasuke. Neither one nor another were “normal” Uchiha: both unlocked the mangekyo sharingan and handled the toll of the Susano’o, among other remarkable feats. If Sasuke is connected to Madara through Izuna’s descendants, it would imply the existence of a direct line of ancestry that starts with Indra himself. The headcanons regarding the internal structure of the Uchiha clan will be discussed in a future post. The direct family line from Izuna to Sasuke can therefore explain why both looked so similar (recessive genetics) and why Madara felt nostalgic or touched at the sight of someone who resembled his beloved little brother so much.
Thanks for reading thus far, and if you have any questions plkease use the blog’s ask box.
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violadawson · 3 months
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Boromir’s Death
His sword is broken off near the hilt. How did I never catch that before? Boromir and Aragorn really are just two sides of one coin. Men of Westernesse, sons of rulers. Both of them wrestling with Isildur’s legacy. Boromir falls to the ring, yet in his death he cuts off its power over himself and the company, falls defending the hobbits. Just as Elendil fell and Isildur took up his legacy (and the ring), so Aragorn will take up Boromir’s task - but without the ring, since on Boromir’s account the ringbearer has left the company and freed them from its power. And the broken sword will float down the river (but there will be no glittering ring to be dug out of the mire).
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izayoichan · 1 year
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He let Chris take him with him, the two briefing Flynn who looked slightly surprised, but also less so than his dad. Chris sat Lucas down and talked to him, answering all his questions while Flynn walked out to his dad. 
Flynn: How are you holding up? River: I… Flynn: Yeah… 
River: He knew…
He sat down next to his dad, putting an arm around his shoulder.
Flynn: It’s a lot to take in. River: Yes… All I went through to get better… And… Was it in vain? Flynn: Come on dad. You know it wasn’t. River:... He promised to come back… And I let go of him and he’s been here all along. Flynn: Not him dad, Lucas… River: I don’t know.. Flynn: Oh come on dad, you know, deep down you know. River: I…. -he shook his head.- I just fucked up so badly.. Flynn: Yeah, you did, you should make sure you don’t fuck it up any worse. River: And when did you get so grown up? -he shook his head, the presence of his son, helping his mind clear, and of course, he realized what he had just indirectly told Lucas. - I guess I should? Flynn: Yeah, you should.
Flynn got up and pulled his dad to his feet. The last thing he wanted was for his dad to lose the best thing in his life, by messing it up like this. Flynn: Just remember that Lucas is no one but himself and that Rylan kept his promise, all in one deal. River: Hey, the dead husband you spent a decade getting over has been around all along and he’s the exact person you tried to get over him for… Flynn: Daad… Not the best moment for sarcasm. River: I’m having an existential crisis, kid! And I’m holding up far better than I expected!
Flynn frowned, shaking his head at his dad.
River: I’ll try. Thanks, kiddo.
He sighed as he hurried into the shelter, finding Lucas sitting with Chris who nodded at him and let him sit down. 
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lilacsimblr · 2 years
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The birds of Granite Falls.
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wolfbatspace · 9 months
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Love of my Life
This is a pmv of RD's story.
Most of the pregame comics are posted on the blog and instagram.
Their first encounter, the masquerade, moving in together, falling in love, etc.
When RD gets overwhelmed with anxiety/panic or heartbreak, their magic turns corrupt, floods their body and spills out of their eyes and mouth. Asra is there to ground them. This happens a few times throughout their life. It can be repressed but it takes a toll on their body.
After the game, RD and Asra have twins, River and Alexandria (Ria). They moved to Nopal when River's powers were causing him to freeze the city as a baby. The desert weather helped regulate his magic. Later in his story, River gets captured and ends up losing his hand. RD was able to rescue him but ended up getting a curse that infected their arms.
Ria also had issues controlling her magic when growing up. Helping her contain her power during an episode, it damaged RD (two streaks of white hair) but they were eventually able to regulate her magic as well. Ria became the ruler of RD's home country when their legacy and history was revealed and RD deposed the previous ruler after they took River.
Later in their lives, the Devil (the arcana) tries to take revenge and RD fights to save their family. RD was able to destroy the ancient entity but Asra loses the remaining half of his soul. He doesnt outright die, but he falls into a coma with no hope of waking up. Julian (the doctor) suggests a vivisection which was immediately shut down by RD. They go to meet their patron arcana, the Strength, to make a deal in order to save Asra. After some arguing, the Strength takes the entirety of RD's powers in exchange for his life which also turned their hair stark white. Overwhelmed with relief, they both break out into sobs.
RD and Asra continued their lives, going to the Winter Ball, participating in the Painted Daisy Festival, running their shop, and so on. Although they miss the convenience of magic, RD does not regret giving up their magic at all. They do have a fear that they won't be able to protect their family anymore but everyone is very capable on their own and take care of their aging nonny. RD needs to be treated for their cursed arms bc it causes them chronic pain since they no longer have to magic to treat it consistently.
In the slide of the twins, River is talking about the goddess (Terra) he met.
Asra looks at RD fondly as he thinks about how he was able to grow old with the love of his life.
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wangxianficfinder · 10 months
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Sick Fic / Hurt/Comfort
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simple love | 簡單愛 by auberjing (E, 19k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Strangers to Lovers, Caretaking, Angst and Feels, Grief/Mourning, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Hopeful Ending, Nude Photos, Nude Modeling)
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Waltz for the Moon  by LilyMaxwell (T, 3k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, scifi au, mermaids, hurt/comfort, healing, sad w/ happy ending, brotherly love, suicidal references, romance, ocean imagery)
💖 you are safe / loved / worthy / enough   by everythingispoetry (T, 150k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Social Media, Mental Health Issues, Healing, self-care, Anxiety, Hurt/Comfort the mortifying ordeal of self-acceptance, Falling In Love, Depression, Slow Burn)
❤️ side effects may include by slightlytookish (T, 14k, wangxian, post-canon,  case fic, curses, ghosts, OC death(s), fluff, pining, feelings, first kiss, getting together, love confessions)
I would wait for a thousand years  by bleuett (T, 10k, wangxian, post-canon, memory loss, immortal LWJ, hurt/comfort, curses, reunions, intimacy, fluff, yearning, angst w/ happy ending)
Feathers On My Breath by Sweetlittlevampire (T, 3k, wangxian, cloud recesses study arc, pre-relationship, teen crush, panic attacks, nightmare, angst, hurt/comfort, past character death, sharing a bed)
the best good thing by almostsophie1 (T, 12k, WangXian, Space, Post-Apocalypse, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hurt/Comfort)
💖 Soft boys being soft- Wangxian soft fics by deliciousblizzardshark (multiple works, 230k)
where the shore meets the sea by pale_and_tragic (T, 14k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, modern, anxiety, agoraphobia, panic attacks, depression, hurt/comfort, angst w happy ending, getting together)
Hope Series by RoseThorne (G/T, WangXian, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Memory Loss, Angst, Sharing a Bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Sexual Tension, Arranged Marriage, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Butterfly Effect, Kid Fic, Epistolary, Cultivation Sect Politics)
🧡 do not envy the roots that hold you down by eccentrick (T, 12k, WangXian, WQ & LSZ, WQ & LWJ, Found Family, Brother-Sister Relationships, Reincarnation, WQ wasn’t given Meng Po’s soup, Reunions, awkward cousins lwj and wq, wq is a creepy child, Grief/Mourning, Trauma, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Rebirth, Soul-Searching, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Guilt)
🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 43k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU)
the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 88k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, /Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days)
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