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lonelywitchv2 · 1 year

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Through the window

James and his friends find themselves receiving a nasty surprise the night his best friend gets home.

major AU where Regulus isn’t muggle-phobic/a blood supremacist, Regulus isn’t a death-eater (just stuck at home because he doesn’t know how to leave), Regulus is going to magically be the same age as the marauders and the reader (18), takes place after 7th year (all of the characters are 18+), the wizarding war isn’t mentioned in the story, and the marauders don’t automatically join the OOTP as soon as they graduate (explanation for why they’re just chilling at home after graduation). Also, James’ feelings could definitely be interpreted as him being jealous and liking the reader, although that wasn’t necessarily my intent so feel free to imagine them as super close best friends and James just letting his inner teenage boy get the better of him.

cw: unintentional (on regulus and the reader's part) forbidden romance, small mentions of abuse (Black family household), an allusion to smut with some not-entirely-explicit-leading-up details, kind of lied on the last one (brief mentions of some smut lol), me accidentally forgetting about Peter so he’s just at home/on vacation or whatever, the other 3 marauders being little creepers and lowkey pervs to the reader, making out, underage drinking, neglectful parents, she/her pronouns

internally crying a little bc there are so many aspects to the AU and cw

yeah so this is pretty dumb but i kinda just thought of the idea and rolled with it...

to my anon: i saw that you enjoyed the forbidden romance trope so here's another. albeit, this work is lighter on the trope and not necessarily romance (if u didn't catch that based on the description) but i might do a part 2 where it evolves into a romance. ig we'll see!! <3

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James had known you his whole life. You were next-door neighbors and, although you and your family were muggles, you had grown up as childhood best friends. As far as you were concerned, James went to some fancy private school in Scotland while your parents, who were rather rich, sent you off to boarding school in France. James wasn’t the biggest fan of your parents if he was being honest. They never really cared about what you did, only sending you off to an entirely different country and forgetting you existed until you arrived home for the holidays. Even then, you would mostly end up spending the majority of your free days at the Potter house.

The moment you arrived home from France for your summer vacation, you sprinted out of your parents’ car (not that they cared) and ran to the home of the Potter family. Before you could even knock, James sprung open the door and engulfed you in a hug.

“I missed you,” James muttered into your shoulder, still squeezing you.

“I missed you too, Jamie,” You responded with a smile, ruffling his curly hair. You looked over James’ shoulder and spied the tall frame of Remus and the (slightly shorter) frame of Sirius.

“Is that Remus and Sirius I see?” You teased jokingly, pulling away from James’ hug, albeit not without some resistance from the boy, to hug the other two boys and place kisses on each of their cheeks.

“The French are rubbing off on you a bit too much, mademoiselle,” Sirius said charmingly.

“You can only resist the charm of the French for so long, Sirius, it’s harder than you’d think when the boys over there look as lovely as they do,” You said with a cheeky grin as you turned to Remus, “almost as charming as Mr. Lupin here.”

You pulled Remus into another hug, whispering in his ear as you squeezed his shoulders.

“Although you still have yet to beat the lovely ladies over there.”

Remus only chuckled as you stepped away from the embrace and sent him a wink.

James sent a questioning look to Remus, who only shook his head, before scooping you up and tossing you over his shoulder.

“My mother has been dying to see you, she’s brought you up in just about every conversation we’ve had since I arrived home,” James said, carrying you into the kitchen where Euphemia was arranging daisies from the field out back behind their house.

“Oh, darling- James put her down before you drop her on her head! If it isn’t my favorite child,” Euphemia said with a wide smile as she pulled you into a warm hug, “It feels as though it's been forever- you look as beautiful as ever.”

“Thank you, Euphemia, it’s so lovely to see you, I’ve missed you more than Jamie,” You responded teasingly, throwing a smile at the already pouting boy.

The five of them, soon joined by Fleamont, sat around the table enjoying pastries, which Euphemia had baked and you had brought from France, and tea as you told them all about France and James, Sirius, and Remus told everyone (muggle-friendly) stories about all the mischief they had gotten into at school.

Hours passed and the sun began to set as you said your goodbyes, promising to come back in the morning to enjoy breakfast with them.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner? You know there’s always an extra seat for you,” Euphemia asked, reminding you of the offer that has stood for years.

“Thank you, Euphemia, but I ought to head home, I still have to unpack and get settled back in. I’ll see you in the morning, thank you for having me over,” You called as James walked her to the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay? I mean are your parents even making dinner?” James asked, concern etched across his face.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll see you in the morning, Jamie,” You thanked, pressing a kiss on each side of James’ frowning face, “I swear, it’s okay. Now go do some stupid shit with Remus and Sirius.”

James smiled, “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Jamie.”

Later that night, James, Sirius, and Remus observed the dark window leading to your room, which was directly across from James’.

“Do you think she’s asleep?” James asked.

“Dunno, mate, it seems a bit early,” Sirius muttered.

“She just got back from France, she’s probably exhausted, Sirius,” Remus pointed out.

The three boys sat in silence for a while, continuing to watch the manor, void of any light within the house. The darkness was soon broken when a taxi pulled up to the house, shining its headlights onto the street in front of it. They watched as you, looking rather drunk, climbed out of the cab, along with a dark figure whose face they couldn’t see, and paid the driver. You waved the car off and it drove away, leaving the only source of illumination to be the glow of two lights on either side of the door to the house. The boys watched as you grabbed the hand of the figure, walked up to the front door, unlocked the door, and entered the house.

After waiting for a few minutes, all of which were spent whispering about the situation to each other, a dim lamp in your room flickered on and the attention of the marauders was turned back to the house. They watched as you and the figure walked in view of the window, which, in turn, made the two of you visible to the boys, who sat huddled together as you grasped the collar of the mystery person and pulled their head down to meet your lips in a sensual, drunken kiss, your hands entangling themselves in the curly hair of the still unknown person as their hands traveled up and down your body, grazing over your shoulders, back, hips, and ass. Your hands moved down to lift the shirt off of the person, the two breaking their kiss and light finally shining onto the face of your hookup.

“Holy shit.”

“Sirius is that-”

“Regulus? I think so.”

“Oh my Godric,” James muttered, gagging slightly at the image of one of his best friends swapping spit with Regulus Black, of all people. He glanced back at the window to see you now topless and Regulus groping at your breasts eagerly.

“This is so wrong,” Remus muttered, glancing over at his two friends.

“Which part? That my best friend, since I was two, is making out with Sirius’ brother- a Slytherin- or the fact that we’re watching it?!” James exclaimed.

“Both- dear Godric, we look like fucking pervs,” Remus muttered, shamefully glancing back at the window as both of your nude bodies moved back until you fell onto your bed, Regulus underneath you and you straddling his hips.

“Look at us, Rem- we’re camped at James’ window watching two people, that we know, getting it on! Shut the curtains,” Sirius exclaimed.

James stood up, reaching for the curtains before sparing one last glance at your window, eyeing your naked body rocking on Regulus’ with your head tossed back and his hands on your waist.

“I can’t believe it,” James muttered slumping onto his bed.

“It’s so fucking nasty- if I could, I would pay my entire lost inheritance to get rid of that image- don’t get me wrong, and sorry Prongs, she’s smokin’ hot, but with Regulus? Hell no,” Sirius complained.

“Padfoot-“ James whined, turning to face his friend, a disgruntled look on his face.

“Imagine what the rest of the Black family would say if they knew Regulus was…-” Sirius interrupted, pausing in disgust as the thought sunk into his mind.

“Having sex?” Remus continued for him.

“With a muggle. He’d be disowned faster than me,” Sirius muttered as his dark hair, which was very similar to Regulus’, hung over his face.

“Can we stop talking about my best friend fucking your brother, Sirius? It’s grossing me out more than I already am from seeing it,” James groaned from his bed, which was right next to the window.

“Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I need to go to bed before I vomit,” Sirius responded, climbing into one of the beds Mr. And Mrs. Potter had set up in advance of him and Remus staying for the summer.

The three boys muttered goodnights to each other, the rustling of sheets settling into a summer night's silence.

It didn’t take long for Remus and Sirius to be passed out on their respective beds, however, James was unable to sleep and remained lying on his bed. As he stared at the ceiling fan, he felt the itch to peek through the window and see if Regulus had left. Climbing out of bed, James glanced over at the sleeping bodies of his friends before pulling back the curtains just enough to see into your window, where he observed your nude form lying on Regulus Black’s chest, your sleeping face barely visible with the light of the moon shining through your window.

Regulus definitely hadn’t left.

Shamefully, James shut the curtains once more and returned to his bed, allowing the darkness of sleep to claim his confused, perverted mind.

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fushigurro · 7 months

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𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿.

𝗠𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢 𝗫 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / established relationship / bondage (handcuffs) / unprotected piv sex / creampie / the position (linked below) is a bit… difficult so you may need to suspend your disbelief a little. 1.2k words

this is my submission for @true-form-hoe‘s sex me up event! i received the hands behind ankles position (reference picture) and i was lowkey so afraid i was gonna screw this up, and, well… maybe i did lmao, but i tried my best! hope you enjoy!

“Are you okay?” you ask as if you aren’t the one in the compromising position, neck craning to look at the boy who silently looms over your shoulder, leaving you waiting.

“Yeah, I just… are you sure this is comfortable?” Megumi’s voice is as quiet as always with his inquiry and tinted with concern for you despite how the head of his cock leaks against your dripping folds.

You nod, growing more desperate by the second as his nervous breath grazes your ear. “I’m fine, I promise. Are you?”

He gulps in response, feeling utterly ridiculous over how you’re the one asking him if he’s okay. “Yeah, ‘m fine.”

“Alright, well…” you pause, wiggling your body as best as you can against him as if to coax his length inside of you. “Go ahead.”

You’re on your belly, hands cuffed behind your ankles to pull your body into something of a hogtied position, trapping Megumi between your arms and open thighs. His face is flushed with both arousal and anxiety, the reality of the situation causing his heart to pound like a war drum beneath his rib cage.

He’d been a little taken aback when you’d first mentioned giving such an interesting position a try, the reluctance apparent on his face as he struggled to imagine a scenario in which such a thing would be pleasurable for you or even possible to achieve. You had yet to do anything so complicated or downright kinky together, and although Megumi was feeling rightfully uneasy, he couldn’t deny the appeal of indulging a little. It took several days for it to simmer in his brain, the images flashing through his mind and making his cock twitch until he eventually agreed to give it a try.

He was still shy about it, however, fingers trembling as he carefully aided you in twisting your body and cuffing your wrists behind him, a sheen of nervous sweat already glistening upon his forehead. Megumi’s arms still shake beneath him as he hovers over you now in position, mindful not to place too much weight against you should it somehow cause you to break. He perseveres through his nerves, mostly thanks to the way he can feel the heat of your core against him, waiting to take him in.

“Megumi… please,” you request, tone fairly even and controlled compared to how distraught he’s feeling on the inside. But the way you say his name… it always tugs at his heart, makes his cock pulse with desire, and he swears he’d do anything for you. He already has you contorted like this just as you’d asked.

With a shaky hand, Megumi reaches down to make sure he’s placed properly against your entrance before pushing forward, cock slowly inching into you as if you’re some virgin that needs to be handled with extra care, when in reality, he’s the one squeezing his eyes shut and letting out a stuttering breath at how tight you are.

You sigh with relief and pleasure, cunt clenching around him and pulling him in until he’s bottomed out and breathing shakily in your ear. It feels so good to be full, especially now that your muscles are beginning to ache and your desire has become unbearable. Thankfully, Megumi has finally begun to move.

The feeling of him dragging out and then back into you draws a moan from your throat. He takes this as a sign that you’re alright, and god, he really hopes you are because he’s already enjoying this way more than he initially expected. Seeing you in pleasure from being in such an odd position, knowing that you trusted him enough to try and successfully pull it off… Megumi’s head is beginning to spin.

“Y-you good?” he asks, struggling to maintain his composure and hold himself up on quivering arms.

“Mhm,” you hum and nod enthusiastically, voice pitched slightly higher at the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

With the next several thrusts, the pleasure only increases for both of you, that delicious sensation building in your core with each passing second as you listen to Megumi’s ragged breaths.

“Shit, I don’t think I’m gonna last long…” he admits, brows furrowed and cock twitching inside you. He’d at least rather be honest than surprise you with an early finish, but he’s still going to do his absolute best to make sure you feel good before he loses himself.

Turning your head to the side, you seek out his lips with your own, desperate to taste him on your tongue as he takes you from behind. You’d trust no one else to be so attentive while you’re immobilized like this, so when he kisses you back with such fervor, every ounce of you is lit on fire.

The sweat drips from his forehead as his hips keep working to drive himself into you, tongue tangling with yours as your muted moans spill into each other’s mouths.

“‘S’okay,” you tell him in between gasps for air, feeling the pleasure build in your belly every time he thrusts forward into your sensitive heat. “‘M gonna cum too.”

He groans softly against you, forehead pressed to yours and eyes squeezed shut again while he fucks you at a faster pace. You’re so hot and tight around him, caging him in with both your cunt and your limbs, and you’re so perfectly surrounding him in every aspect that Megumi swears he’s tasting heaven.

The frequency and volume of your moans is increasing, penetrating his ears like a musical cadence and he can feel you clenching down on him, your body telling him where it’s headed. He only keeps drilling into you, using every last bit of his restraint to fuck you at the pace that’ll make you cum while refraining from reaching his own high in the process.

“Right there,” you say, high-pitched and breathless, feeling yourself about to snap as the head of his cock repeatedly presses against your sweet spot. “Fuck, ‘m gonna… Megumi, fuck, I’m cumming—“ your voice wavers and then gets choked off by the force of your orgasm, silence washing over you along with the intensity of the pleasure.

“Ah, fuck—“ Megumi breathes, finally reaching his breaking point. Your walls bear down on him and milk him for all he’s worth, his hips stilling as he spills inside you with a groan, jaw clenched and arms quivering beneath his weight. It’s only after a few seconds of enduring the blinding heat that you can finally groan out loud yourself and shiver through the rest of it as he fills you up, warming your insides with his seed and completely losing himself to you.

After catching his breath, Megumi places a soft couple of kisses against your throat and tries to keep himself from collapsing against you, cheeks flushed and body exhausted. He still needs to get you out of this straining position and make sure that you aren’t hurt, but he also needs to just have these couple of simple moments with you before doing so. He takes a second to just breathe you in.

“That went better than I expected,” he says, somewhat astonished, before reaching back to start undoing the cuffs around your wrists. He’s eager to see that you’re alright.

“Yeah…” you reply, still catching your own breath and feeling the discomfort in your muscles settling in more prominently now. You might end up feeling the aftermath for a while, but the scenario certainly didn’t disappoint. “I think my body needs a break, but… maybe then we can try it again?”

#megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro smut #re: megumi fushiguro #my writing.#i know the title is basic okay i worked all day 😭

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arealphrooblem · 1 year

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Deathtouched

For @heroes-villains-side-blog because I saw your little collection of Villain with Death Touch powers/Hero who is immune fics and got inspired. ^.^

Technically, Hero was not cleared for field work. Sure, they knew some self defense moves in case of emergency. They carried a taser and knew how to shoot a gun with great accuracy. But their power was not an offense-based power and so Hero’s job happened after the villainous defeats at the hands of other Heroes.

Hero was a Nullifier. A touch from them prevented any other Powered individual’s abilities from activating. Their blood was drawn monthly and used in serums given to imprisoned Villains. Sometimes, when a Villain’s power was particularly dangerous, Hero stepped in to bind them or dose them with serum.

But they had never faced a Villain awake and at full power. They never confronted anyone.

Until today.

Villain first appeared on body cam footage, in the middle of a street fight between Superhero and some low level villain grunt. He appeared like a ghost, a shadow figure that materialized from the shadows. In fact, his sudden presence stopped both Superhero and Grunt mid swings.

Hero had initially rolled their eyes. Villain was tall, dressed in all black, complete with billowing cape and leather gloves. Like a Darth Vader fanboy, but without the mask.

No obvious powers either. No electricity or super speed or invulnerability. Hero wondered if this really was just some glorified cosplayer with a couple of gadgets and no real power to speak of. Just someone desperate for a little notoriety from the body cam footage.

“Who the fuck are you?” the Grunt had demanded.

Villain ignored him and looked straight at Superhero. “I need him. Hand him to me and no one else gets hurt.”

“Why?” Superhero had asked suspiciously. “What do you plan on doing with him?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“I’m afraid, as an Hero of the Agency assigned to this area, it’s every bit my concern.”

As Superhero and Villain faced off, Grunt had tried to slink away. Before Hero could warn Superhero, Villain whirled around and grabbed a handful of Grunt’s jacket and slammed him up against the wall.

“Look, we obviously both have an interest in Grunt,” Superhero had said, approaching the Villain in slow cautious steps. “Why don’t we work together? You could come with me and question him back at the Agency.”

Villain leveraged Grunt against the wall with a forearm to the throat as he worked one of the leather gloves off.

“I don’t want to question him,” he had said before placing a long-fingered, elegant hand against the side of Grunt’s face.

Grunt let out an earsplitting scream of agony that lasted only a few seconds before he slumped over.

Lifeless.

The camera shook as Superhero immediately took several steps backward.

“What did you just do?” he had demanded.

“Walk away and you won’t have to find out,” Villain had warned.

If only Superhero had listened; he would still be alive.

Over the next week, a trail of bodies followed Villain, mostly grunts and spies and brokers for Supervillain. This was clearly a mission of vengeance.

The Agency had debated on teams to send out, but hesitated to act. Superhero had been one of their strongest agents and he died in seconds at a mere touch. They didn’t want to risk anyone else to fight a Villain they knew nothing about.

And frantic searches revealed nothing about this guy.

Time ran out when Villain himself appeared at the doors of the Agency, like a nightmare come to life. The only person who volunteered to meet him was Hero.

“What is your name and why are you here?”

Hero’s voice didn’t shake, but their hands did. They kept them tightly in their coat pocket, fingers tightly wrapped against the glass syringe.

“I am here for Supervillain,” he said. “And if you let me kill him, no one else needs to die. I’ll even turn myself in.”

Revenge, just as Hero expected. Supervillain, locked away deep, deep, underground, was probably the worst of his kind. The personification of pure self-serving evil. If Hero was head of the Agency, they would roll the red carpet out for this villain to do exactly that.

But that would set up a dangerous precedent.

“I’m sorry. Even if I could take you at your word, I can’t allow you to waltz in and execute a Depowered individual.”

The Villain’s eyes narrowed and he took slow steps forward. Hero took several steps back before they even realized it, until their back pressed against the front door.

The locked front door.

Villain loomed before them, and Hero remembered how much the galaxy had feared Darth Vader, even if he did look ridiculous.

“You are not a fighter,” he murmured. “You have no profile in the Agency.”

One gloved hand rose slowly to to cup their face. Hero shrunk back on instinct but had no where to go. Their heart thundered in their ears.

“You’re a sacrificial lamb they threw to the wolves while they scramble for an escape.”

He sound almost sorry for Hero, a thread of sincere empathy in his dark velvet voice. It did nothing to quell the choking fear. Villain’s power couldn’t hurt them, no. But a bullet could, or a hand wrapped around their throat, or even a good old fashioned beat down. Villain was much bigger than Hero and there were a thousand ways to die that had nothing to do with powers.

“There is no need for you to die,” he said softly. “Go home. Stay out of my way.”

He took a step back, putting enough distance to allow Hero to follow his orders. A locked door wouldn’t stop him and if he got into the facility he would kill every single person who stood in his way.

They had one chance to take him out and they had no hope to win a fight. So Hero used their only other advantage — surprise.

Steeling themselves, Hero took two firm steps forward, fisted their fingers in edges of his cape, stood on the tiptoes and kissed Villain square on the mouth.

He flinched back immediately, but Hero kept their grip strong and did not pull away until the Villain’s mouth went slack in shock.

His gaze was a dark, glittering abyss.

“How,” he said hoarsely. “How?”

Hero’s only reply was the sharp jab of the needle into his neck as they plunged the sedative into his system.

Part Two:

#hero x villain #enemies to lovers #villain x hero #touch starved villain #my writing #not a prompt #deathtouched

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penny00dreadful · 7 months

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So... some of you may have noticed my fics have come to a screeching halt the last couple of months which is not like me and I am here to explain myself.

Babygirl, I have been preparing.

The end of this month is my 1 year anniversary of posting in this fandom, of posting any of my work online after not doing it for like fifteen fucking years and it has brought me so much incandescent joy, I decided I had to do something for it.

(I've also hit like... several milestones which is fucking insane like you all know I'm just some cranky bog witch, right??)

I have been working on my WIPs for over the last two months. All... holy mother of god... like nine of them???

Some of these have been completed, some I am still writing and some are mostly done.

So starting from my anniversary date, 23rd October, every second or third day, I'll be posting a chapter of something.

I have so much material built up this shit could go on until 2024

@hbyrde36 called it my own personal Penny00Dreadful BigBang... and yeah kinda! 😅

I wanted to do this to show just how much I love this community. Your kind words, your support, your unhinged ramblings, your obsessive love, your talent (for free??) it's all amazing it's so amazing and I wanted to explode forth with my love for it so I figured why the fuck not do this stupid idea??😅

All of these will be posted both to tumblr and AO3 so subscribe over there to keep updated or follow me here!

OH! And let me know if you wanna be tagged! If you wanna be tagged for a specific fic or for everything I'll add you, whatever you want.

You've made me so happy and so warm for the last year. The way I know if I'm having a bad day I just need to hop onto this side of tumblr and everything will be peaches and gravy again.

I love you guys so much. 😘🖤

Updated Schedule - (18th Feb 2024)

Fic list with blurbs below the cut, this will (roughly) be the order they're posted in:

Return of The King - COMPLETE

Steddie Vampire AU with a twist! Vampire Steve comes back after falling to the bats. There is two more chapters left and those chapters have been completed.

Comeuppance - COMPLETE

Dustin just wants Steve to be happy. So he tries to parent trap him with Nancy. Clearly they should be together. But Steve's heart doesn't even seem to be in it at all! How is he so bad at this? And Eddie is being less than helpful

Rookie Mistake - COMPLETE

My Steddie Established Relationship Spies AU oneshot that will have a multi-chapter prequel fic coming very soon after!

Eddie is "retired" and Steve has been injured on the job, so he's supposed to be taking it easy. How hard could a walk to the gas station be?

Before He Cheats - COMPLETE

Songfic! Carrie Underwood - Before He Cheats

I literally have no excuse for this one. The rotted brainworms were behind the steering wheel with this one.

One evening, Eddie gets a call from some guy named Steve dropping the news on him that his boyfriend has been cheating on him. With this Steve person and Steve had no idea up until that day.

And Eddie rarely takes that shit lying down.

Steddievember Smut - COMPLETE

No Nut November is here! One can play however he wants. The other just has to wait for December to roll around. I have no other words to describe what this will be, it does what it says on the tin. I blame the STWG discord server. Currently we're looking at four little ficlets for this.

Cat and Mouse - COMPLETE

The Steddie Spies AU Prequel! How they got together and the extreme ups and downs their enemies/rivals to lovers journey goes through. I had so much fun with this one.

And They Were Roommates! - COMPLETE

omg they were roommates.

Steve and Eddie don't hate each other exactly. They just... tolerate each other. But one night Eddie doesn't come home for hours. Long after he's supposed to and it's not like Steve is worried or anything... he's just... concerned for a fellow human being... that's all.

Through The Valley

Post-Apocalyptic AU. Eddie, Dustin and Nancy have a nice little community of survivors outside of Hawkins that they take care of, surviving day to day. Everyone's a little broken, missing the rest of their Party just hoping that one day they'll find each other again.

Devotion

Dungeons and Dragons AU. Steve is the golden boy of the small town of Hawkins. Harrington in name and now a Paladin with his very own oath to hunt down the Bard, the witch Eddie Munson and bring him back to justice under High Priest Henry Creel.

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bonefall · 5 months

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This is kinda a funny comment but @ Brambleclaw telling Hollypaw how smart she is, i remember reading an article about how corporate spies (YES THIS IS RELATED) got information. The article was mostly one person's retelling about how it was entirely though phone calls where they just ask for information, and whenever the person on the other side started questioning them for why they needed the information, they were told to switch to praising the person on the other side for sticking to the rules and 'authenticating/checking' everything. That they'd 'put in a good word for how dedicated they were', basically buttering them up and making them feel good about catching what they were doing specifically to nudge them away from actually catching on.

I find it WILDLY interesting how the Erins just ACCIDENTALLY put actual manipulation tactics in their books when trying to make a male figure seem like a good person, almost like they're writing from experience in some kind of elaborate essay to themselves about how that behavior is okay and justifiable. They write in another character, Crowfeather, who abuses in a different, more noticable way just to compare and go "At least it's not this bad!" (the scene where Crowfeather chews out Breezepaw and one of them goes 'id rather Brambleclaw any day of the week!'), and then have Ashfur butter up Brambleclaw so that him excusing Ashfur's abuse can be claimed as Ashfur manipulating him.

ANYWAYS a question so you can properly add to the ask: How DOES the Ashfur buttering up Brambleclaw thing go down? Does Ashfur even NEED to butter him up? I think it'd be a little interesting if Hollypaw telling Brambleclaw was the first time he's actually heard of it happening, but he either confronts Ashfur and THEN gets buttered up, or he heards, thinks about it, and goes "nah its good actually I'd do the same".

There's actually a name for the tactic Ashfur uses that you saw in that spy article. It's called Ingratiation.

It's the act of making someone have a higher opinion of you, therefore putting more trust in you, by simply getting them to like you. Flattery, posing yourself as an in-group, and even using humor can all be part of ingratiation.

Now-- Ingratiation isn't ALWAYS nefarious. It's normal to try and make a good impression, or want to be liked by a possible friend or coworker. We try to influence other people all the time, we're social animals. It's just good to know that it CAN be used maliciously.

So I'm not too surprised to see a manipulation tactic in the book. I was using "buttering up" exactly because most people know WHAT it is, and that it IS a way to get people to do stuff, but don't connect that to its academic name. Like you said though what's so BIZARRE about it is how they really DO sometimes seem to be writing this looooong essay to themselves about how that was all Fine, Actually.

ESPECIALLY the way Bramble and Crow were contrasted in the Dog Scolding Scene. I left most of Bramble out because I was trying to focus on proving that Breeze was abused, but Nonny... the way the Three get chewed the fuck out by Bramble, as he insults them, assures Crow he won't be stopping for their exhausted sakes, and doesn't indicate that his anger is coming from concern...

It massively reminded me of when one neglected kid sees another kid get abused too. "Oh, well, what I'm going through isn't so bad, because it's not like THAT."

THEYRE SO CLOSE. ALL THE TIME. Like an INCH away from the point and it's AGONIZING.

Anyway... in BB, Bramble's enabling of Lionpaw's abuse is a WATERSHED moment for a bunch of the character arcs, especially Hollypaw.

I plan to keep it very similar to canon actually, I think it's stainless steel the way it is.

Ashfur KNOWS what he is doing.

He wasn't rolling for a save. It was calculated. Brambleclaw is someone who could have stopped his abuse, so he sought him out.

Can you see how inescapable that makes it, for Holly and Lion?

Holly finally worked up the courage to say something and stand up for her brother, only for her father to coo like she's a kitten who doesn't understand the world.

Even Lionpaw's father believes it's good and right to BLEED for your Clan. That this is normal... that this is even what love can look like.

BB!Lionblaze is the adopted father of his bio-nespring, Ivypool and Dovewing. What he internalizes here as a child is going to hurt BOTH of his daughters down the road, as he shoves them into the Dark Forest and a Prophecy, respectively.

Even after Brambleclaw disowns him and Lionblaze rejects him in response, adamantly saying he has ONLY a mother, he won't reject this lesson until it's TOO LATE.

And Hollypaw is so damaged by this scene that it's going to be the first domino towards her murderous break in Cruel Season.

"I need you to keep your brothers in line, Hollypaw" is soup stock, and then add obsession with the Code, constant betrayal from the relationships she forges in other Clans, her near-murder at the claws of Ashfur when he finds out the Power of Three + Fire and Tiger prophecies, and the murder of her mentor and grandfather.

And then she finds out her HalfClan brother, a Cleric, angel-punching blasphemous wretch he is, has gotten Poppyfrost pregnant. Just like Leafpool before him.

What else IS "keeping them in line" supposed to be, when he's gone this far? He's had enough chances. She will do what she's meant for. Jayfeather must DIE.

Bramblestar himself is notorious in BB for being incredibly controversial as a leader, taking power in Cruel Season just after Firestar is killed by the Dark Forest assassins.

This is part of his personality. He is easily blinded by his own feelings, and it makes him a good target for manipulation.

His first deputy, Thornclaw, exploits many of the same weaknesses Ashfur did. All part of the Dark Forest's plan.

And even Ashfur. Up in StarClan, he continues to plot, eventually leading to the events of TBC and his time as the Impostor.

#better bones au #BB!Po3 #So a LOT comes out of this moment. A LOT.

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Part 26

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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The next few days passed by in a cold silence. Never had (Name)’s house felt so icy, so devoid of warmth. Each member of the household felt a chill in the air, not a single day passing by without the constant reminder that their typically kind and warm (Name) was holed up in her room, not talking to anyone.

“Do you think she’ll come out today?” Kurapika asked as he prepared breakfast. It was one of the only meals he knew how to cook after learning from (Name) during the Hunter Exam.

“If I had to look at your ugly face every day, I would stay up in my room too.”

Leorio glanced up from his newspaper. “That was pretty weak, Killua. You already have to see him every day.”

Killua sighed, Leorio was right. He had been struggling to come up with good insults lately. His spirits were down, and he missed his mom.

“… well, breakfast is ready.”

Kurapika had also been struggling to stay angry at the halfhearted taunts Killua sent his way. It was hard enough to wake up in the morning and get out of bed knowing the pain (Name) went through for him, because of him.

Soft footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs, and for the first time in nearly a week, the three perked up. Alluka was out visiting a friend, there was only one other person it could be.

“Mom!”

Killua jumped up, about to run towards her. That was until they all felt the temperature in the room go down a few degrees. At least, that’s what it felt like when they caught sight of her cold, neutral expression.

“Good morning.”

A good morning from (Name) had never felt so bad. She didn’t say anything further, simply pushing past Kurapika to make herself a bowl of cereal.

“I… I made breakfast,” Kurapika said in a soft voice. (Name) didn’t even look up from her bowl, taking a bite before walking out to sit at the farthest end of the kitchen table.

“I saw.”

An awkward silence filled the room, even Killua feeling sorry for Kurapika. (Name)’s anger didn’t burn as hot as the sun like Kurapika’s did. No, her anger was as cold as an unforgiving winter’s night. Ice might melt in the presence of flames, but even a scorching fire was no match for a blizzard.

“Are you… feeling okay?”

Leorio was the first to speak up, setting his newspaper aside to give (Name) a concerned look. She was silent for a moment longer.

“No, in all honesty, I’m not. I… don’t want to talk about it. We have more pressing matters.”

This seemed to catch the collective attention of the group. Kurapika and Killua took their seats at the table, eating breakfast as (Name) continued. “As some of you know, I have a fall celebration planned that I invited all of our friends to. It’s happening a little under two weeks, so I’ll need everyone to start getting preparations ready.”

Leorio nodded, taking out a pad of paper and a pen. “Alright, tell us what we need to do, sunshine.”

“First, the house needs to be cleaned, and I mean cleaned thoroughly.”

Killua glanced around the house, seeing it had deteriorated while (Name) was holed up in her room. “Yeah… it’ll need a thorough cleaning.”

Kurapika mostly stayed quiet, eating his breakfast as (Name) explained their plans. He didn’t want to upset her after everything.

(Name) sighed softly, finishing her cereal. “It’s going to be a tough two weeks, but it’ll… be worth it to have fun with everyone. I… haven’t spent the holiday season with all of my friends before.”

This made Kurapika frown. He had left York New two years ago right before the holiday season. (Name) had texted him before he ghosted her that she was extremely excited to spend Halloween, the fall season, and Christmas with him. He hadn’t even stopped to think about how she felt being alone during the holidays.

“Thankfully I’ve had Leorio, and then Killua and Gon last year. Otherwise… I would have been all alone.”

Kurapika flinched, shrinking into himself. He was the only one that hadn’t spent any sort of holiday besides Halloween with her, and he was determined to change that. “… I’m taking some time off of work and… my mission. I’ll be here for the party and Christmas.”

This shocked everyone, especially (Name). She finally looked at him for the first time that morning, her eyes a little wide. “Oh… that’s… that’s nice.”

The air seemed to go up a few degrees. It was still cold, but not as chilly as before. Everyone relaxed, Killua leaning against (Name)’s shoulder.

—————

A few days passed with the group getting ready for their fall gathering. Leorio and Killua were on cleaning duty, while Kurapika, Alluka, and (Name) would be working on getting the grocery list and food preparation.

“Mama, mama!”

Nanika pulled at (Name)’s skirt, her smile wide. “Hmm? What is it sweetheart?”

She giggled, hiding her face in (Name)’s chest. “I’m excited! Want to bake cookies!”

(Name) scooped her up, balancing her on her hip as she pulled out some flour. “Mmm, I was planning on making cookies for our gathering, might as well practice, yeah?”

Nanika cheered, clapping as (Name) gathered all of the ingredients for their cookies. She glanced at a cab of peaches sitting in the corner of her cabinet, thinking back to Kurapika saying he would be staying for the holiday season, even taking a break from his mission to spend time with them.

‘… he’s trying, I’ll… I’ll make him some peach cobbler.’

Earlier that day, Kurapika had locked himself up in his room. (Name) had assumed he was either not feeling well or just tired from all the preparations they’d been making. He deserved a break, and she wanted to do something nice for him. Kurapika had been trying his best to be helpful, even if he often failed miserably.

(Name) made cookies with Nanika and worked on the peach cobbler. She sat the girl down with a few freshly baked cookies and a cup of milk, Killua sneaking a few before settling on the couch with his sister to watch a movie as (Name) finished up some baking.

Once the peach cobbler was done, (Name) waited for it to cool down to a warm temperature before placing some and a scoop of ice cream in a bowl. ‘He loves cobbler, Kurapika will be so happy!’

There was no light shining from underneath his door, and when she knocked there was no answer. ‘That’s… unusual. Is he not home? I didn’t see him leave.’

(Name) wasn’t the type to walk into Kurapika’s room unannounced(she didn’t want to embarrass him by catching masturbating or crying), but… she was a little worried. So, despite her hesitance, she opened the door and peeked in.

“Kurapika?”

The blonde was kneeling by his nightstand, which had been turned into a makeshift altar. Candles, flowers, and a bowl of fruit decorated the small table, with the newest pairs of the scarlet eyes (Name) got sat in the center.

Kurapika had his eyes closed in prayer when she walked in. He looked up, anger flashing across his face. “Are you trying to be disrespectful? Today’s the only day I can feel connected… to my clan! Get out!”

She flinched when he yelled, setting the peach cobbler on his dresser. “S-sorry, I… I didn’t know this day was… sacred.”

(Name) closed the door, hurrying away as fast as she could.

Kurapika took a minute to calm down, looking up to see the peach cobbler (Name) brought him. In his anger, he hadn’t even thought to ask her why she walked in, or considered that there was no way she would know about a Kurta only holiday.

He grabbed the peach cobbler, his stomach sinking when he saw she had shaped it into a heart. She was trying to make things better, to treat him to his favorite dessert after not seeing him all day. Kurapika placed the peach cobbler on the altar, sighing softly.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at her…mom, that’s the girl I like. She’s been nothing but kind to me, and I don’t know how she puts up with me. I also think if she were here right now, she’d offer you something to eat. I hope you guys like it.”

He kneeled back down, brushed off his tabard and held his hands together in prayer.

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It seemed like everything was going well. It was a few days before the celebration when Kurapika’s and Leorio’s phones beeped at the same time.

They had been taking a break, watching a movie while (Name) finished up cooking dinner. Leorio was the first to look at his phone, his shoulders slumping.

“Shit, this is the worst time for that…” Leorio mumbled, causing Kurapika to look at his phone too.

Chairwomen Cheadle: There will be a mandatory Zodiac meeting at 8 pm tonight. Apologies for the short notice, anyone out of town will be allowed to attend virtually. Anyone close by are asked to show up physically.

(Name) peeked into the living room when she heard the two groan. “What are you two whining about?”

Leorio handed her his phone. “Zodiac meeting, and it’s in an hour.”

(Name) tilted her head, handing his phone back. “Oh? What’s wrong with that? The meeting is taking place in town, so you won’t need to do anything but show up.”

Kurapika, who still felt bad for yelling at her the previous day, looked up. “It’s not attendance that’s the problem, it’s… the people. They can be… how do I put this?”

“Annoying?”

“Yes, very.”

(Name) smiled as she kissed them both on the cheek. “Well, you two better get ready. You’ll have just enough time to eat dinner before leaving.”

The two turned a bright pink before they jumped up to go get ready.

After a quick dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread, the two set off for the zodiac meeting. It was taking place in the same hotel Pariston used for the Halloween party.

Kurapika stepped out of the mom van and made sure his suit jacket was on straight before walking into the building. Leorio glanced back at the mom van, locked it, then followed behind.

There were only five other zodiacs present at the table, with a projector showing the faces of the other members.

The ones present were Cheadle, Gel, Pyon, Mizaistom Nana, and Kanzai. “Since everyone is now present, the meeting can begin.”

Cheadle took her seat at the head of the table, everyone else sitting when she did. The room went quiet as Cheadle organized a stack of papers. She handed the stack to Pyon. “Take one and pass it on.”

The stack went around the table, finally making it to Leorio, who paused. “… what the…”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow, glancing at Leorio. He was next to the dark haired man, so he hadn’t gotten to see the picture yet.

“What’s the meaning of this!? Why are you passing around a picture of (Name) with her personal information!?”

Kurapika’s eyes widened at Leorio’s words, the blonde quickly snatching the paper out of Leorio’s hand.

On the paper was a picture of (Name), information about her height, weight, family history, and current living situation written out below it. His now scarlet eyes scanned over the text before he looked up.

“What does (Name) have to do with this meeting? Answer me, Cheadle.”

His aura spiked as he stood up, causing a few of the other members of the Zodiac to stand up as well. Cheadle was quick to hold up her hand, signaling everything was okay. This calmed down the other members enough for them and Kurapika to sit down.

“As some of you may know, (Name) (Last Name) has been the radar of the Hunter Association since the Chimera Ant incident that caused her new nen ability to form.”

Kurapika shot a glare at Leorio, his eyes saying he’d have questions after the meeting. “She’s on our radar? That sure is news to me.”

“Me too, why wasn’t I told?” Leorio asked after Kurapika. Cheadle sighed, holding up the image of (Name).

“Neither of you were told because for one you are new members, and secondly you both have personal ties to the subject.”

Kurapika scowled, crumpling the paper in his hand. “That is precisely why we should have been informed. Both of us know (Name) well, what reason would you have to keep her under surveillance?”

“It’s not surveillance. There are no cameras in her home or people following her, she just has to check in regularly to be screened to make sure she hasn’t used… her ability. That is the reason she is on our radar.”

Kurapika knew she was able to speed up the growth rate of cells to destroy human tissue, but he couldn’t see why that was worthy of keeping her on their radar. “You let Hisoka run free, but (Name) is the one you’re keeping an eye on? Not the murderous pedophilic clown!?”

Cheadle groaned. “Listen, after the Chimera Ant incident, she-“

Cheadle glanced at Leorio, who was shaking his head ever so slightly. “After she… was found, the area around her was completely barren. The concrete, organic matter, and dirt was disintegrated into ash. Her ability can be incredibly dangerous and devastating if left unchecked. Just one attack was able to leave an area completely barren, imagine what she could do on a larger scale.”

Kurapika was silent for a moment. Leorio crumpled up his paper and threw it in the trash. “Larger scale? When has she ever given you the idea that she would use that power again like that?”

Mizaistom cleared his throat, placing his own paper down on the table. “Very recently, Miss (Name) used her ability again during a mission with Kurapika Kurta, the rat zodiac. That went directly against her orders from the forner rat zodiac and former Chairman Pariston. Although her order from him was null and void when he left his position, her defying it is indeed worrying.”

“Yes, it would be bad if our little (Name) went rogue, wouldn’t it?”

Everyone looked up to see Pariston standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face. Kurapika was held back from rushing over by Leorio’s hand on his shoulder. He inhaled deeply, staring at Pariston from his seat, taking a moment before speaking.

“(Name) would never hurt an innocent person, she’s…”

There was a softness in Kurapika’s expression that none of the Zodiacs had ever seen with him. “She’s the kindest, most selfless person I’ve ever encountered. I thought I lost hope in humanity after the atrocities I’ve encountered while searching for the scarlet eyes, but (Name) has shown me what true kindness is. To say she would hurt someone is blasphemous, and I won’t sit here and take you saying those things about the woman I-“

He stopped, a blush taking over his cheeks as silence filled the room. Pariston smirked, leaning against the wall. “And there’s the truth, Kurapika. You’re in love with this woman, aren’t you?”

Kurapika cleared his throat, folding his arms over his chest as he looked away. “That is irrelevant to the conversation.”

“I think it is more than relevant, Kurapika. How can we trust that your judgment isn’t biased when you’re in love with that woman?” Saiyu said through the projection screen.

“You can either trust my judgment or I can leave the Zodiac.”

This shocked even Leorio, who laughed nervously. “He’s just saying that, you know how irrational he can be when he’s-“

“Oh no I mean it. I’ll burn the entire association down if they even THINK about hurting (Name).”

Kanzai stood, narrowing his eyes. “Are you threatening us? I won’t let you do that!”

“That’s enough.”

Cheadle glanced at Kanzai, signaling him to sit back down. He did so with a grumble, keeping an eye on Kurapika.

“Kurapika, no one is going to hurt (Name). I gathered you here to inform you all that she agreed to reinstating her vow to not use her ability.”

Kurapika’s eyes widened, and he relaxed into his seat. “She didn’t tell me about that…”

“She doesn’t tell you a lot of things, Kurapika.” Pariston said, taking his seat across from the blonde.

Kurapika growled, clenching his fist at his side, his foot tapping away. Leorio patted his shoulder, taking out his phone and showing Kurapika a picture of (Name) snuggled up wearing a Christmas themed onesie with little reindeer ears on the hood.

Not only did this calm him down, it also made him blush, a soft smile on his face as he stared at Leorio’s phone. “Thanks, Leorio. That… that really helped.”

The rest of the meeting went as smoothly as it could, and the two got ready to leave. They were stopped by Pariston, who was still sat at the table.

“You hesitated a bit back there, Kurapika. What’s our girl been up to lately?”

Kurapika felt his eyes go scarlet, his blood pressure rising as he whipped his head around. “Not ‘our’ girl, my girl.”

Pariston only smiled, folding his hands under his chin. “You’re dodging the question, Kurta. What has she been up to that has you so worked up?”

“Nothing, besides working her ass off to make sure this fall gathering goes off without a hitch. You think she could hurt someone? She’s made sure to meticulously plan out every dish so that none of them has nuts them because ONE kid that’s attending has an allergy! Tell me, how the fuck is a woman as kind as her-“

Leorio covered his mouth, sighing. “We’ll be leaving.”

Pariston sighed, waving them away with his hand. He watched the pair leave, laughing to himself as the other zodiac members present glanced between him and Cheadle.

“Pariston… what are you planning?”

The blonde smiled, leaning back in his chair. “Something entertaining.”

——————

It was late when they got home, nearly 10. The kids were in bed by then, and (Name) was nowhere to be seen. Leorio tugged off his suit jacket and pants before collapsing on the couch in his boxers and dress shirt. Kurapika glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “Are you just going to sleep like that in the living room? That’s impolite to Alluka and (Name).”

Leorio groaned and waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah yeah, whatever. They won’t care, and besides I have to be out of here before 7 to run by my apartment and grab my homework before classes. Alluka doesn’t wake up until 9, and (Name) has seen my dick.”

Kurapika turned bright red before smacking Leorio over the head. “Hey, what was that for?”

The blonde huffed, turning on his heels to climb up the staircase. “Hmph.”

He wanted to give Leorio another good whack, but decided going to talk to (Name) was a bit more important. Kurapika was going to ask her for more information on the Chimera Ant incident, and why everyone was being so secretive about it.

He was going to do that, until he saw that her door was slightly ajar, and could hear soft pants and moans coming from inside.

A tent rose up in his pants, his breath hitching as he stood still, just inches away from her door. ‘Is… is she..?’

He took a deep breath before peeking through the crack in the door, blinking a few times before his eyes focused on (Name)’s figure.

Her face was in the pillow, her ass in the air and pussy on full display. This was the first time he had ever seen her pussy, and Kurapika felt his cock leak through his boxers, getting his pants sticky with precum.

Her pussy was perfect, looking soft and chubby, just like her. Kurapika watched her spread her plump pussy lips, her index finger rubbing circles into her clit. Before he knew it he was leaning against the doorway, desperately fisting his cock to the heavenly sight before him.

She looked way too cute with her chubby cheek squished against the pillow, her eyes half lidded and lips glossy from drool. Little pants and whines left her lips as her fingers wandered to her entrance.

Kurapika stifled a moan when he watched her stuff her fingers into her pussy, having to cover his mouth with one hand as he jerked off with the other.

‘So pretty… god (Name) I want you so fucking bad…’

As he pumped his cock, he remembered the way she jerked him off just nearly two weeks ago. Kurapika wondered if he could just… walk in and… help her out.

Then another memory surfaced in his head, the image of her face when he wouldn’t tell her how he really felt about her. This was enough to make him go soft, his eyes flickering from her dripping pussy to her face.

She was crying.

There were tears in the corners of her eyes, a tremble to her lips. Her fingers moved faster as she sniffled and moaned.

Was she upset? Sad? He didn’t know, but he did know that her tears made his heart ache. She didn’t cry when he made her cum, was there some reason for this?

He was going to leave and let her have her privacy. After all, she feared he may only want her to fulfill his own sexual fantasies, and jerking off to her while she was obviously upset wouldn’t really help his case.

Kurapika began to step back when he heard something that had his cock getting so hard it pressed against his tummy.

“Pika… please… w-want you…”

He felt his heart race, all the blood in his body rushing to his dick. ‘She’s… she’s thinking of me while…’

He stroked his cock to the pretty sight, trying so hard to pace himself so he could cum with her, but it got hard when he watched her fuck herself with her fingers while whimpering his name.

He came, panting softly as he watched her orgasm wash over her, cum dripping down her thighs. More than anything, he wanted to walk in and clean up those plump thighs with his tongue, but Kurapika stopped himself.

Instead, he took one last glance at her sweet, pleasured face before pulling out his phone. He bit his lip as he took a quick picture of her soft face, making sure not to get her nude body in the shot, no matter how much he wanted it.

Her face was enough to get him rock hard again, the blonde barely making it to his room before his hand was shoved in his pants again, jerking off to her o-face.

(Name) moaning his name confirmed in his mind that she was attracted to him and wanted him. Kurapika couldn’t help but feel guilty, almost giggling in delight like a girl with a crush when he thought back to it. ‘She wants me…’

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Over the next two days, Kurapika became rather clingy with (Name), following her around like a lost, lovesick puppy.

“Kurapika.”

“Yes, angel?”

“… get out, I’m trying to pee.”

Kurapika stood at the doorway of the bathroom, tilting his head. “Oh, go ahead. Don’t mind me.”

“I most certainly WILL mind you! Out!”

He pouted, crossing his arms. “Why? I just-“

“Kurapika Kurta I can’t pee with you watching me! Go!”

(Name) threw a bottle of shampoo at him, causing the blonde to rush out of the door and close it behind him. ‘Geez, what has gotten into him? He’s been clinging to me like a needy child. Even Killua wasn’t this bad… when…’

She sighed, washing her hands. ‘Oh, Killua…’

Kurapika was waiting outside the bathroom, watching her. “Took you long enough. Now come on, I want some-“

(Name) pinched his cheek, huffing. “No, I need to cook. You’ve been so clingy lately, what’s up with you?”

His cheeks turned pink, but he didn’t move away from her. “I…”

Kurapika didn’t want to admit he overheard her moaning his name, because then he would have to explain himself more, and might tell her more than he wanted to. He didn’t like lying, so might as well not say anything. “… sorry. I’ll help with the cooking, if that’s alright with you.”

(Name) smiled, taking his hand. “That’s perfectly fine, Pika. I need all the help I can get.”

He let her lead him downstairs, his eyes soft. Every time her skin touched his, Kurapika could feel his heart pound behind his ribs. “(Name)… I-“

“Oh look it’s the blonde twink. Have you finished following my mom like a mutt in heat and decided to actually help out?”

Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched, a scowl taking over his face. (Name) glanced at Kurapika, trying to hold back an amused smile. “Oh stop it Killua, he’s just attached to me. Much like a little puppy.”

Kurapika huffed, pulling his arm away before crossing them both over his chest. “I just… wanted to make sure you’re alright. You… you were hurt during our mission.”

“Yeah, but that was nearly three weeks ago, Kurapika.” (Name) said, giving him a knowing smile. “You just like being around me~”

The blonde turned a bright red, even the tips of his ears going pink. “Y-you say that like it’s a bad thing. Of course… I like being around you. You’re…”

He trailed off, clearing his throat. “Anyways, what can I do to help?”

(Name) could feel her own face grown warm, but shook off the fuzzy feeling taking over her body to answer Kurapika’s question. “You’ll be making the macaroni! It’s very easy, so-“

“Pause.”

Kurapika and (Name) looked to Killua, who held up his hands. “Mom, do you really trust a blonde to get your famous macaroni right? The only thing he knows how to cook is pancakes, eggs, and bacon, he’s a one trick pony!”

(Name) waved her hand dismissively, shooing Killua out of the kitchen. “Shoo, your negative energy will ruin the food.”

Killua pouted, but walked out of the kitchen. “Don’t come crying to me when he messes everything up…’

(Name) turned to Kurapika, the blonde’s heart nearly slipping a beat when you smiled at him sweetly. “Come on, let’s get started.”

She gave him a quick run down of her recipe, writing down the details. “Okay, don’t overcook the noodles. I’ll be back in a few minutes, I need to go pick up Alluka from her date with her little girlfriend.”

(Name) paused for a moment, glancing at Kurapika before standing on her tippy toes and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Good luck, I believe in you.”

Before she could pull away, Kurapika turned and held onto her neck, keeping her in place as he leaned down to kiss her lips. “Thank you, (Name). I won’t let you down.”

Her face was hot, her eyes shining as they stared into his. “Kurapika…”

“It’s Pika, (Name),” he said softly, going back in for another kiss. Before he could slip his tongue into her mouth, she pushed him back, letting out a soft sigh.

“I’ve… got to go, Alluka is waiting.”

Kurapika nodded, pushing a piece of her hair out of her face. “Go ahead, I’ll be here.”

He smiled as he watched her leave, feeling giddy. Now that he knew she wanted him, his confidence had gone up a bit, allowing him to be more affectionate with her without fear.

‘Mmm…’

He licked his lip, his cheeks flushing when he tasted her strawberry flavored chapstick. Kurapika began to boil the macaroni, his head in the clouds. Everything felt so… warm and fuzzy. Was this what being in love was like? Kurapika wanted to bathe in this feeling, he had finally made up his mind.

He wanted to be with (Name).

No matter how he tried to separate himself from her, he was always drawn back, as if they were magnets meant to connect and stick by each other’s side.

‘And I can’t leave her, now that I know the Hunter Association is keeping an eye on her…’

It filled Kurapika with rage to know they believed (Name) was capable of causing destruction on a massive scale. The girl had a crisis over killing a man that was objectively awful, to think she could hurt an innocent was beyond comprehension for the Kurta.

Before, he wanted to leave to keep her safe, but now he knew even if he left, she would never truly be free from danger. The only thing he could do was stay by her side, protecting his angel to his best ability. He would die if it meant she would continue to live a happy, carefree life.

‘But…’

He bit his lip, watching the water on the stove boil. ‘My mission… I have to finish it first. I’ll hunt down the phantom troupe, then…’

He blushed, pouring the noodles into the water.

‘Then she’ll be mine.’

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“You seem to be in a good mood, big sis,” Alluka said, watching (Name) from the backseat. (Name) laughed, turning into the driveway.

“Yeah… I guess I am in a good mood.”

She felt happy for the first time since she killed that man, her heart fluttering at the memory of Kurapika’s lips on hers. The kiss had been so tender, full of a feeling that (Name) hoped was love. Maybe, just maybe, the two actually had something between them. She really hoped so, (Name) had never seen Kurapika look at anyone but her that way.

All of these fuzzy feelings were squashed when she walked into the kitchen to see Kurapika staring at a pot of… macaroni? At least she thought it was, but the noodles were over cooked and soggy, while the cheese was dry. “Kurapika…”

The blonde glanced at her, looking like a kicked puppy. “I… I really tried my best, (Name).”

She didn’t have it in her to stay mad at him, instead giving him a small smile. “Well, it was your first time making my recipe, don’t beat yourself up-“

“Mom, why does the mac and cheese taste like someone without a soul made it?”

They looked to see Killua spitting the bite of macaroni he ate into the trash. “How the FUCK did you make it so dry but overcook the noodles to the point they’re slimy?”

Kurapika grimaced, Alluka peeking at the macaroni. When she attempted to try a bite, Killua lifted it out of her reach and placed in where she couldn’t reach. “Don’t eat that, Alluka. It’ll hurt your tummy.”

(Name) rubbed her temple. “Killua, come on. It’s his first time making it.”

“Mom, if Gon did this I would understand, but Kurapika is only a year apart from you, and you can cook almost anything.”

“Baby, people have different things they’re good at and you know I already told you-“

“Yeah, yeah, I know. ‘People grow and learn at different rates’ or whatever…”

(Name) smiled, pinching his cheek. “Exactly. You’re never too old to learn something new or make a change. Never.”

Killua nodded slowly, before lightly swatting her hand away. “Come on Alluka, let’s go get my room ready for Gon.”

Kurapika watched with a fond look in his eyes as the two ran off, (Name) turning back to give him a patient smile. “Okay, let’s see the macaroni.”

She hummed as she looked over it. “Well… it’s not… awful. I’ll put it in the fridge and maybe we can salvage it later! For now…”

(Name) pulled out a container and a pie dish, setting it on the table. She pulled off the lid, the smell of cherries filling the air. “It’s cherry filling. All you have to do is poke some holes into the crust and pour this in, then bake for 45 minutes.”

She glanced at her phone. “I have to pick up Gon then go grocery shopping with Leorio. Oh, let me write down the directions so you-“

“(Name), stop. I’m not five. You can count on me for this, just take care of the groceries with Leorio,” Kurapika said, grabbing a knife to begin poking the the pie crust. She quickly replaced it with a fork, showing him how it was done.

“You poke it with a fork, silly.”

He blushed as she guided his hand, his heart thumping against his chest. “Like that, see?”

“Y-yeah, I’ve got it. Go on, angel, I don’t want you to be late.”

She gave him a nod and a gently squeeze to his hand before walking out. Kurapika sat at the table, poking holes into the pie crust as he thought about the meeting with the Zodiacs. He was supposed to ask her about why she was under watch, but he got a little… distracted.

‘What happened during the Chimera Ant incident? I bet that’s why… Killua gets those nightmares. Something bad happened, I just don’t know what yet.’

It made him anxious not knowing what could have happened to (Name) while he was away. If he was correct, Kurapika remembered having a small service and ignoring Leorio’s phone calls during that time.

‘I know some of them were for Gon, but I temper seeing (Name)’s name mentioned… the he deleted the message…’

Kurapika put the pie in the oven, sighed as he leaned against the wall. ‘Well, some of our friends and allies are coming over, maybe at least one of them will be willing to share some information with me.’

He looked at the fridge, his cheeks turning a little pink. “I wonder…”

Kurapika’s eyes scanned over the list of dishes (Name) planned on making, focusing on the dessert part. His face turned bright red when he spotted his favorite, peach cobbler with a little note beside it.

‘For my Pika <3’

She always managed to make his heart race with how thoughtful and kind she was, and now more than ever it angered him to to think of someone hurting her or thinking ill of her.

He glanced at the timer on the oven. ‘45 minutes…’

Kurapika jumped when he felt someone grab his sleeve. “Kurapika? Where’s mama?”

It was Nanika, her void like eyes staring up at him. When she was out, she would offen cling to (Name) like a child would their mother. “Oh, (Name) isn’t home right now, she-“

“M-mama isn’t home?”

Her lip quivered, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “B-but… but…”

Kurapika froze, not knowing what to do. The poor girl was clinging to his tabard, crying. “Hey, hey now, shh…”

He tried to remember what (Name) would do to cheek her up. “Nanika, it’s okay. She won’t take long, I promise.”

He gently patted her head, his fingers running through her hair in a soothing manner, much like (Name) did for the other kids when they were upset. Nanika sniffled, but began to calm down, rubbing at her eyes sleepily.

“I think you need a nap, kiddo. Alluka stayed up late last night picking out her outfit for her date.”

He picked her up, letting her rest her head on his shoulder, and brought her to the spare room, laying her down before tucking her into bed.

“Get some rest, kiddo. If you need something I’ll be in the kitchen, okay?”

Kurapika smiled down at her, feeling very soft. She was already falling asleep, her eyelids drooping. Kurapika left the room, turning the light off on his way out and leaving the door cracked.

Killua was waiting for him in the hallway, looking less hostile than usual. “She wouldn’t listen to me, and kept looking for mom. Thanks… for getting her to sleep. She can get a bit fussy when she hasn’t slept well.”

Kurapika gave him a nod before being distracted from his job again with the ring of the doorbell. “Did… (Name) say anyone was showing up so early? The get together is tomorrow…”

Killua thought for a moment then grimaced. “Oh, yeah. That’s probably Menchi.”

They both scowled, the blonde letting out an annoyed sigh before opening the door. Menchi stood behind it, wearing an ochre colored sweater, with jeans. It was a far cry from her outfit during the exam, Kurapika wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her in anything normal.

“Where’s (Name)?”

She seemed to look at Kurapika with a look of distaste, like she was just served a dish with bits of cat litter in it. The blonde tried to keep a small smile on his face. “She isn’t here at the moment, she-“

Menchi pushed her way in and immediately headed towards the kitchen. “Who the hell is burning a cherry pie!?”

Kurapika’s eyes went. He sprinted into the kitchen, his eyes wide as he glanced at the clock then the plume of smoke pouring out of the opened oven. Menchi pulled out the pie and opened the kitchen door to fan the smoke out, coughing.

“I don’t understand, I did everything (Name) told me to! I set the oven to 350, then the timer to 45 minutes-“

Menchi raised an eyebrow. “Uh… the oven is at 450, not 350.”

Kurapika’s eyes went wide before he groaned and sat down to hold his head in his hands. “Fuck… the macaroni then this, what’s wrong with me?”

Menchi stared at the charred pie, sighing. “This poor, poor pie. I assume (Name) made the filling. What a waste.”

She pulled some rolling pins out of nowhere. “No matter, I’ll get to work. You’re banned from the kitchen, blondie.”

He didn’t argue, just standing up and shuffling to his room.

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Gon walked around, giving everyone hugs and saying hi to Menchi before he stopped. “Hmm? Where’s Kurapika?”

(Name) shrugged, hanging up her coat. “I’m not sure, but Killua said he burned the pie earlier.”

She sighed and rubbed her temple. “It was an honest mistake, but it’s still a little frustrating to be down two dishes now.”

Gon nodded, patting her shoulder. “I’ll go talk to him! Maybe we can work something out!”

“Yeah, you go do that. I have to make sure Menchi doesn’t get off track with the food again.”

Gon walked up the stairs and knocked on Kurapika's door. "Kurapika, it's Gon! I just got here.”

The door cracked open, the blonde looking a bit downtrodden. “Oh, Gon… happy holidays. How… are you doing?”

He hummed, walking into Kurapika’s room. “I’m doing alright, but how are you? I heard… you had some problems in the kitchen.”

Kurapika nodded, rubbing his arm awkwardly. “Yeah, I just… I got distracted and I messed up… and…”

Gon held up his hand. “Everyone messes up sometimes! What matters is trying to fix the mistake you made!”

Kurapika gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. You always know what to say, Gon.”

The boy grinned. “How about this, we’ll wait for Menchi to leave, then we’ll try and salvage that macaroni and cheese!”

The two spent the next hour really catching up. Kurapika had been hesitant to get too close to his friends again, but now that he knew he was sticking around, he wanted more than anything to be close with them again. It felt like he had become so distant from the people he cared for most, so it felt nice to be all caught up with what they had been doing.

“And you’re gonna ask (Name) on a date- Mmph!”

Kurapika covered Gon’s mouth as his face erupted into a blush. “Shh, she could hear you!”

Gon nodded as Kurapika pulled his hand away, now whispering. “I think she’ll say yes, you two have always been so close. When you were gone, she looked at your picture in the living room a lot.”

The blonde turned bright red, clearing his throat. “Is that so?”

Gon stood, peeking out the door. “Mhm. Now come on, Menchi just left!”

Kurapika followed Gon down to the kitchen and took out the macaroni. “You followed the directions on the box, right?” Gon asked as he looked at the soggy noodles and dry cheese.

Kurapika huffed, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Of course, why wouldn’t I? Boil for eight minutes, remove from- hey!”

Gon began to scrape off some of the cheese. “If we take off some of the cheese, we can mix some fresh cheese in and add some extra milk and seasonings!”

Kurapika relaxed, smiling. “Ah, I forgot, you said you knew how to make macaroni and cheese during the Hunter Exam, didn’t you?”

Gon nodded proudly, setting the macaroni and cheese aside. “Now, let’s shred some cheese and get some bread crumbs!”

Though the noodles were still soggy after they were done, the macaroni and cheese looked a lot better and smelled decent. Kurapika couldn’t help but feel a little proud.

“Oh boys, something is smelling great in here!”

(Name) walked in, putting away her phone. She had snapped a picture of the scene before announcing her presence. ‘That’s going in the Christmas card.’

Kurapika blushed as she swiped a bit of the macaroni and cheese, fiddling with his tabard. “Kurapika, Gon, this tastes great! This is definitely going on the table, along with my macaroni and cheese.”

Gon cheered, and Kurapika sighed in relief. “Now, you two come to the table and eat your dinner. It’s burgers tonight.”

Everyone gathered at the table to eat dinner, smiling and laughing. They were all full of excitement for the next day, though none of them were prepared for the chaos that would ensue.

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The mercs (and others) red flags.

Saw someone else do a post like this, hated it, decided to give it a try at it. Please keep in mind this is my personal list so if you don’t agree with something that’s a-okay. I welcome constructive criticism and questions.

Scout: Talks to people who aren’t there (See the comic where Zhanna tried to bed scout), major ego (to be fair he is god's favorite but still), will pick a fight with someone for you (If you have social anxiety like i do you’ll want to shrivel up and disappear), kills people (this is just going to be a given with all the mercs), and dates might be cheap due to him spending all his money on Tom Jones merch (Scout may set aside money for dates with you if you say you want to go somewhere else though but man cannot buy a house for the two of you).

Soldier: Man is as dumb as a bag of rocks (he drank led water cut him some slack… Also dumb enough to fall for just about any scam), like scout he will also fight someone for you but be much louder and bombastic about it (please i just was to not exist, no, don’t fight the dad in front of his kids), VERY proud american (as an american, this country sucks), and will yell at you, other people, anyone, that baby in the stroller? Getting yelled at! (Generally very loud person and doesn’t care who you are… Also kills people).

Pyro: Do you collect bones? You do now (Due to Pyro vision bones are probably candy or flowers or something to Pyro… They have good intentions but my god is it scary/creepy if you don’t know about Pyro vision), bones might be animal or human bones and also general body parts (Pyro vision again), will not shower around you.. Do they shower (they don’t want to be seen without their suit on but will let you clean the suit with them in it), and will probably steal your lighters (this is going off a hunch but also stealing is not something i like… Also kills people).

Heavy: Works very closely to Medic a lot of the time (and Medic is… A lot), VERY happy to do his job (and since his job is killing people this can be concerning), maybe a bit too attentive to his guns (can certainly be off putting to see a minigun in a small bed next to a larger one), and he was out of touch with his family (as shown in the comics when he's worried about his family only to find out they have been defending themselves just fine).

Engineer: Probably a workaholic so he may forget dates (note, he’ll also do his best to make it up to you if he does and start setting up reminders for himself he’s just not used to being in a relationship because of his job), makes southern sweet tea (as someone who lives in the south i know how sweet our tea is, if you don’t want cavities from looking at a drink don’t let him make sweet tea for you), probably shot at you before (mans paranoid because of spies, don’t sneak up on him), and would pressure you to ride a bull (mechanical or not but he’d prefer it to be mechanical and one he made to make sure it’s not to much, still won't take no for an answer when it comes to this only… Also kills people).

Demoman: Substance abuse (alcohol, congrats to the original you got one right), probably mommy/daddy issues (his mom seems to be an angry elderly woman, dad is dead so it seems there's something there but that could just be me), believes in monsters/ghosts (i don’t but given how the world of TF2 works this is more a IRL issue), has probably blown himself up at least once (possible that he might blow you up if he's REALLY drunk… Also kills people).

Medic: This man is a walking red flag, made a deal with the devil more than once, stole his pet doves, stole a wedding van, puts animal organs in people, manipulative (mostly seen with the tfc team when he had to manipulate them to put animal organs in them), stole a man's skeleton, medical malpractice, probably not mentally well, will take your organs, and kills people… Probably not all of it either.

Sniper: Can skin any animal or even person flawlessly and tell you how too (creepy, and i don’t want to know), very good stalker and hunter (he does this with you because he wants to surprise you with something you like but conversation is his weak point so this is the next best thing in his mind), Pyro isn’t the only one that’ll bring you animal bones (at least he’s a bit more tactful about it, making it into actual stuff like alligator teeth necklaces, deer antler coat hanger, and snake bone coasters for a few examples), probably doesn’t shower as much as he needs to (at least he brushes his teeth… Also kills people)

Spy: Will eventually leave you like he did all his other partners (which we can see with Scout's mother since he didn’t help raise Scout), is french (must i explain?), secret past (will keep as much of his past a secret as he can but also find out everything about you he can), and he never fully trusts you (he’s a spy, it’s understandable but sad.. Also kills people).

Miss pauling: Does not have time for you (unless you join her on missions but that is a large order), doesn’t fully trust you (this is from vibes), cannot fully devote herself to you or the relationship (her loyalty is to the administrator), can kill you without anyone noticing (its just scary to think about).

Saxton hale!: Can and will fight people for you even if the person just looked at you funny ( the police have been called several times), will fight a hippy just because they are a hippy (He really likes fighting), willingly and knowingly sells weapons to mercs (man can kill and condones it), will jump out of a plane with you… you have no choice.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 demoman #tf2 spy #tf2 soilder #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 saxton hale

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wangxianficfinder · 8 months

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In the mood for...

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1. itmf fics where wwx time travels to cloud recesses era but thinks he's dead? in the vein of Contrapuntal by WithBroomBefore. could be crack, treated seriously, or wump angst

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2. Hi, do you have any Wangxian fanfiction recommendations with WWX/LWJ being concerned about LWJ/WWX being too skinny or losing weight & then taking care of the other/eachother?

💖 the absence of hunger by parsnipit (M, 27k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, eating disorder, PTSD, food as a metaphor for love)

a kind of emptiness by ScarlettStorm (E, 11k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Eating Disorders, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Eating Disorder Recovery, tricking your brain into better habits, bad choices, followed by good choices, low angst, Happy Ending, Tender smut, Frottage, Praise Kink, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

#2 of the recent ITMF reminded me... does anyone else remember the modern AU where LWJ doms WWX into taking better care of himself using a smart watch? thanks!

Lessons in Kink by preciousbunnynoiz (E, 23k, wangxian, modern, Dom/sub, Sub WWX, Bondage, Biting, College/University au, Comedy, Humor, Hair-pulling, public display of dominance, Kink Negotiation, Rough Kissing, Dom LWJ, Safe Sane and Consensual, BDSM, Blindfolds, Food Kink, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Safewords, Aftercare, Cock Warming, sub space, Gags, Self-Destructive Tendencies, Pampering, Lingerie, Vibrators, Overstimulation, fleching, Rough Sex, Possessive Behavior, Falling In Love, Mirror Sex, Crying During Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Failed Sex, Emotional Sex, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Feels, Feelings, Porn with Feelings, Riding, Face-Fucking, Kinbaku, Shibari)

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3. Hello! For the next itmf, I would love to get recs for first where wwx falls in love first (preferably not modern aus). Thanks to all the contributors and mods for your work 😘

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together) I'm not sure if this is what they're looking for, but -- is a time travel fic with a post cannon wwx going to CR arc and is already in love with LWJ

if you can’t beat them, recruit them by moeblobmegane (T, 228k, Time Travel Fix-It, Conspiracy, Spies & Secret Agents, Team as Family, Found Family) the same thing, but to the start of th SSC instead of CR arc

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4. For the next “I’m in the mood” serial killer Lan Wangji.

singularity by azuresummer (E, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Dom/sub Undertones, Dominant LWJ, Submissive WWX, Serial Killers, Dark LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ, Serial Killer LWJ, Doctor LWJ, Stalking, Manipulation, Obsession, Mentions of Murder)

Who Else Knows? by thewanderingcat (M, 2k, wangxian, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Modern, Police au, Police Procedural, Forced Prostitution, Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution, Underage Prostitution, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Child Abuse, Child Abandonment, Murder Mystery, Murder, POV Outsider, Abuse of Authority, but not at WWX's expense, Angst with a Happy Ending, Age Difference, Dark LWJ, Protective LWJ, POV LWJ, Serial Killers) is a modern AU with outsider POV on a SK!LWJ

Oh! My Empress! by dandelion_san (T, 3k, wangxian, F/F, Royalty au, Humor, Female LWJ, Female WWX, Dark LWJ) is a royalty AU where all of f!LWJ's fiances all mysteriously die before reaching the wedding bed.

🧡 scienter Series by synonemous (E, 67k, WangXian, Modern AU, Serial killer WangXian, Eventual happy ending, WangXian's Canon Kinks, Smut, A/B/O, Mpreg, Smut, Wangxian's Canon Kinks, Modern Yi City arc, Angst with a happy ending, Family Feels)

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5. Hi for the next IMTF can I pls request for smtg modern au that deals with social issues? It doesn't have the be the main focus of the fic but I don't want it to be something that's mentioned in a throwaway line and never touched on again. So maybe something similar to A Temporary Fix by bosgood which touches on immigration or you know you'll get in trouble by SecretStorm that deals with the treatment of Uyghur ppl in China? @some-random-person-hi

Hot sun, cool fire by bylambd (E, 34k, WangXian, Modern AU, Porch AU, Neighbors, mentions of LWJ/others, Mentions of WWX/Others, Minor XiYao, Past NieLan, Light Angst, Accidental Voyeurism, Summer Vibes, hyperspecific setting, immigration & diaspora, family and community feels, Getting Together, poor sound insulation as a plot device) I found it! It was this one! I liked the way it touched on immigration in America without being the main focus of the fic

social issues, I wonder if the roots in my heart (also grow in yours) by halfdemonvash (M, 16k, WangXian, Modern AU, Plants, Botanist WWX, Botanist LWJ, the burial mounds are a greenhouse, Fluff, Mild Smut, WWX POV, Getting Together, A-Yuan being adorable as always, Falling In Love, Sexual Content) would fit? wwx starts an illegal garden to grow food to give to others in need (the Wens, I think?)

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6. for itmf - it would be amazing to read something like this post!!! (wwx has to respond to inquiry post burial mounds since he came so close to death)

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7. Hi! I think what you're doing is great. I have an ITMF request. I recently read a MDZS fic that was in the format of a reddit post (an AITA one specifically) and really enjoyed it, I was wondering if you knew of more in that style (Reddit format to clarify), it doesn't have to be from a specific characters point of view, just the style. @i-like-snakes-and-spiders

r/relationships by vespertineflora (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Social Media, Viral Reddit Post, Pining, Crushes, Friends to Lovers, Awkward Flirting, Romantic Gestures, Romantic Comedy, Love Confessions, Kissing, Happy Ending)

Honk, Honk by sassybluee (M, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, reddit, Forum Posts, Relationship Advice, Implied Sexual Content, Humor, Fluff, Age Difference)

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8. Hey, I was wondering if you could rec some BAMF/ Protective Wei Wuxian (in character and not totally consumed in revenge) like silk threads and precious metal by Sevidri (I have read all recs under the tag) thank you and sorry for bothering…

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9. Hi! I am in the mood for fics where Lan Wangji has friends among the Lan clan? So often he is portrayed as this very isolated character, but I would love to see him interacting with other disciples his age. Thank you so much!

Vagabond by xantissa (E, 65k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Mystery, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Frottage, Case Fic, murders, Supernatural, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, extreme fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, badass!LXC, top!LWJ, Bottom!LWJ)

A Mother’s Love by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 170k, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Mostly combo of the Untamed and MoDaoZuShi timelines, Unreliable Narrator, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Family Feels, Found Family, PTSD, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Political Intrigue, Mystery, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Strong Female Characters, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Good Brother In Law JZX, Genderbent WWX, Intersex WWX, not a/b/o, POV Original Character, Expanded Universe, Unplanned Pregnancy, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has No Golden Core, Cultivation Sect Politics, Bisexual WWX, YLLZ WWX, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Pining WangXian, Parent-Child Relationship, Getting Together, Protective Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect, MXY Lives) not quite what ur asking for, but in -- lz's BFF is a girl named Lin Huang who lives in the woods near the sect, and Lan Jingyi's parents Chen Aizhong and Lan Heng are like his and lxc's doting gossiping older cousins. Also in rise of the divine oracle by blaksalt u meet lz's childhood BFF as adults (BFF grew up in caiyi) and he was like a bountyhunter or something. Both canon era

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10. Hi! ITMF spicy fics like Lead Me On Through, On The Way, and Fentao-laoshi’s Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures please! thank you so much for your hard work!

��️ Teach Me The Ways by likeafox (E, 58k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, The Porn Is the Plot, lots of banging in here folks, [slaps side of fic] this baby can hold so much weird sex stuff in it, but also many many feelings)

Man on My Mind by brooklinegirl (E, 50k, WangXian, Modern AU, Sex Cam Worker WWX, Identity Porn)

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11. fic where lsz is lwj and wwx's son pls thankyou!!

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12. Hi I've never done this before but I was hoping someone might have recs for my very specific craving? I really want more lwj centric long fic preferably with some angst or an intense secret like A Narrow Bridge by FrameofMind, Turn Left by kianspo or Lan Yuan’s War by BurningTea. In Narrow Bridge I like how despite Lwj's secrecy wangxian still develops a deep emotional connection with smut plus a focus on Wen remnants is always great! Sorry if this is vague and thanks for all the work y'all do♥️ @fellerbat

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13. hello!! (＾▽＾) for ITMF I would like something where WWX sets a boundary with JC, like he is tired of doing all the emotional labour between the two if them or something like that (＾▽＾) thank you and have a great day!

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14. Hello! For the next ITMF, I would love any fics dealing with the Guanyin Temple scene, any canon and any rating. Whether it’s more wangxian focused, or more generally about the scene/characters present, either would be great. Thank you ❤️❤️❤️ @dottie-wan-kenobi

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15. This blog is like one of my comfort places. Thank you for still continuing this.

ITMF nerd Wei WuXian. Like he's in Stunted, Starving Juvenility. @tinyfoxpeach

💖 Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing)

Alter by DarkStunning (E, 149k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, except a few bad guys, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Sex Pollen, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Swearing)

🧡 CSI: Gusu Edition Series by Stratisphyre (M, 39k, WangXian, WWX & LQR, Modern with Magic AU, College AU, Golden Core Reveal, Single parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Hospitalization, Allusions to violence and murder)

Free Wifi for Heroes by JJSparrow (E, 50k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, Pro Heroes (MHA), Switching, Engineer!WWX, Hero!LWJ, CEO!WWX, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Inventor!WWX, Top/Bottom Switch WangXian, Explicit Sexual Content, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fluff and Smut, First Kiss, First Time)

Wind Rose in the Clouds by PaidSubscription (M, 202k, wangxian, post-canon, slow burn, hurt/comfort, getting together, first time, smut, fluff & angst, case fic, social commentary, ptsd, sick fic, communication, inventor WWX)

🧡 One Can Keep A Secret (If He Does Not Know It's There) by H_Belle (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern Cultivators, Inventor WWX, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, YLLZ WWX, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Pining LWJ, POV WWX, Background Wangxian Getting Together, Jiangs are only mentioned in the passing, inspired by a tumblr post)

Whistler by carriecmoney (T, 108k, WangXian, ZhuiZhen, Modern AU, Office, Texting, artifact fiction, Canada, Embedded Images, Epistolary, Animated GIFs, Mutual Pining, Multimedia, Inventor WWX, Lawyer LWJ, Implied Sexual Content, COVID Happens)

🧡 To have and to hold by Moominmammashandbag (M, 78k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Major character injury, CQL verse, Happy Ending)

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16. for the next ITMF, can you guys suggest some fics with:

a) wwx secretly protecting lwj (bonus: if lwj doesnt know about it)

b) underrated modern w/o magic/university completed fics.

c) innocent wwx + dark lwj

thank you so much!

16A)

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

16B)

A Soft Storm by AvoOwO (Not rated, 47k, wangxian, modern au, hurt WWX, LWJ pov, protective LWJ, not SS friendly, car accidents, hurt/comfort, heavy angst w happy ending, sexual harrasment, stalking, crying, blood & injury & gore, major character injury, college, slut shaming, insults)

Just Ask Me To Stay by mrcformoso (M, 21k, wangxian, modern, no powers, past JXN/WWX, Dancer WWWX, Musician LWJ, Roommates, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Break Up, Post-Break Up, Recovery, Family, Realizing Your Best Friend is the Love of Your Life, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, And LWJ is not having it, Sex as Self Worth Reaffirmation, Fluff, Light Angst, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, Size Queen WWX, Belly Bulge, Porn With Plot, WWX Has Friends, LWJ Has Friends, Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Comedy, Cute, Feel-good)

16C)

A Matter of Time by mrcformoso (E, 41k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, LWJ goes crazy, Manipulation, Grooming, Except Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are physically the same age, but Lan Zhan kept his 30 year old mind, wangxian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Conditioning, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Anal Fingering, Lan WWX, Minor Character Death, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX not Adopted by the Jiāngs, Abusive Jiāng Family, not Jiāng Family friendly, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, QHJ Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, Self-Lubrication, Plot Twists, PWP, Sunshot Campaign, not Lánlíng Jīn Sect friendly, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX, BAMF NHS, Burial Mounds Lore, Sentient Burial Mounds, Married wangxian, Implied Mpreg, Adopted LSZ, Breathplay, Dark WWX, Yandere LWJ) LWJ snaps, kills a bunch of people, goes back in time, & grooms WWX to be his perfect partner

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17. ITMF canonverse fics where JC is forced to fix his anger issues (or at least someone calls him out on them). Not necessarily outright JC-bashing (though I'm open to that). But his anger is always brushed aside as 'how he shows love', & JL picking up those same traits is treated as cute instead of lowkey horrifying, & I want to see fics where he gets told that he can't just treat people as punching bags @thispatternismine

A Mother’s Love by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 170k, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Mostly combo of the Untamed and MoDaoZuShi timelines, Unreliable Narrator, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Family Feels, Found Family, PTSD, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Political Intrigue, Mystery, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Strong Female Characters, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Good Brother In Law JZX, Genderbent WWX, Intersex WWX, not a/b/o, POV Original Character, Expanded Universe, Unplanned Pregnancy, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has No Golden Core, Cultivation Sect Politics, Bisexual WWX, YLLZ WWX, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Pining WangXian, Parent-Child Relationship, Getting Together, Protective Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect, MXY Lives) link in #9 not quite what ur asking for, but in -- there is a bit of a theme of wwx and jc both trying to work through those type issues w/ each other? Like both trying to be more open and confiding with each other? Like actively attempting to

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

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

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leggerefiore · 8 months

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You and your now retired villainous team leader lover go to Alola on vacation. There, you encounter someone who looks just like them. Well, mostly.

cw: fluff, boyfriend Maxie and Archie are ORAS while their counterparts are their RSE designs

pairings: Lysandre/Reader, Cyrus/Reader, Maxie/Reader, Archie/Reader

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🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ Lysandre had sought to have a vacation from his work after hearing about some world ending event attempted in another region. It seemed he had not yet been able to forgive himself for the horrible mistake he had nearly made himself still. It was little wonder how he avoided jail time. Certainly, a heavily connected family and enough money to make most people cry couldn't have played a part. You could only shake your head and be happy he learnt to, at least, not try to kill everyone to solve his philosophical debates. Alola was an obvious destination, too. He naturally booked the most expensive place he could.

☕️ The vacation was going relatively well. Lysandre truthfully was not that interested in going around exploring nature in his stressed state, but he found himself relaxing and enjoying the offerings of the Hano Grand Resort. You found yourself at ease, too. There was a level of romance in most things done with the Pyroar-esque man. You admit there was a lot of time spent locked up in your resort room together. Not that there was a lot of complaining on your end. If Lysandre was one thing besides a fool, it was an attentive and caring lover.

☕️ Of course, when you manage to get him away from the resort to actually see a bit of Alola proper, you lost him. And of all places to lose a giant, Kalosian man, you lost him in the Aether Paradise. He had mentioned knowing the head of the Aether Foundation and wished to exchange pleasantries with her before joining you to look around. It was wrecking your nerves a bit as the sterile and artificial feeling of the building was growing quickly overbearing. Gazing around, you spied the familiar giant gazing out in the conservation area. You called out to him softly, not wanting to draw too much attention to you both. He turned around instantly at the sound of your voice. You nearly jumped back at his attire and surprised expression. Easily, Lysandre began to make his way over to you, his face shifting to something more lovely.

☕️ You felt shocked by him wearing the heavy suit he has been so fond of, especially during his time of leading Team Flare. Even more so as you were certain that it was not what he was wearing when you had parted from him just recently. He had been wearing lighter clothing since Alola's temperature was quite warm. Then, from your left, a strong voice called your name with some concern. Turning your head, you saw another Lysandre, but this time wearing the clothing you recalled him in. He marched right to you, clearly having been searching for you as you had him.

☕️ Once he reached your side, he turned to where you had your gazed affixed and felt ill. Lysandre only hoped this was some sleight of the eye as he stared into what almost felt like a mirror. The other Lysandre froze, too. Both seemed to exchange harsh looks after regaining themselves. The one still clad in heavy black and orange sighed. “… Tell me,” he spoke to your Lysandre, “Can you accept this foolish world still? Do you not desire to fix it for them?” Your Lysandre stood stupefied by the question, completely unprepared for such a thing to be brought up to him.

☕️ When no response came, the other Lysandre shook his head and marched off from you both. Your hand was tightly grasped by the Lysandre you knew as he let out a sharp breath. Closing his eyes, one could only wonder what was running through his mind. The situation seemed impossible, truthfully. Could that have been some tormentor seeking to punish Lysandre for what he had attempted to do? It made no sense. You softly embraced the Kalosian and felt his arms come around you tightly, too. It was not long after you both departed back to the resort, unsure of what to take away from the encounter.

☕️ Lysandre found himself speaking of the situation later to Sycamore, who was simply baffled by it, too. At first, Lysandre had come to the conclusion that it must have been some cruel attack on him, yet the more he considered how the look-alike had gazed at him, the more he felt it had truly been some other version of himself. One that had somehow succeeded where he had failed. That thought haunted him worse than any tormentor could have ever done. The man felt truly lucky he had been stopped. That world he envisioned… It was not something he wished to curse you to exist in, not anymore.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Alola was supposed to be a good change of pace for Cyrus since everything that had happened. He only avoided a lengthy prison sentence due to yours and Cynthia's pledging to keep him in line. Cyrus certainly threatened to keep trying to make his ideal world, yet nothing had truly come to fruition after everything. Team Galactic even falling apart without his leadership in place. Much to your relief, he seemed to retire himself to his hobby of mechanical work. His fascination for machinery was something he obviously felt dedicated to. You'd suggested the vacation more so on a whim when you saw him seemingly overwhelmed by something.

☄️ It had been going as well as a semi-forced vacation with Cyrus could go. He was not a fan of beaches and almost seemed aghast at the thought of going to one. You supposed it made sense. He had, after all, avoided Sunnyshore with a passion back home. Still, you found things apart from that to entertain yourself in the beautiful, peaceful region. Cyrus found himself a strange admirer in the form of one of the Trial Captains on Ula'Ula Island. You could tell he was slightly embarrassed by it all.

☄️ You somehow had managed to get separated from him in Malie, having planned to go visit the garden there and share a meal at the Sushi High Roller. You stood in mild distress as you dug around your bag for your phone. Before you could find it, however, you spied a familiar spiky style of hair. Rushing after him, you froze. Cyrus, as you had seen him earlier, had been wearing a short-sleeved button down and jeans. Now, distressingly, you saw familiar grey clothing that you never hoped to see again. His head turned to you and confirmed your horrible suspicions. Cyrus stared at you with wide eyes. Many words wished to leave your mouth, but you found them stuck as he walked toward you.

☄️ Everything had been going so well with him. You couldn't understand why he would go back to his old ways. Had you been too hopeful in him changing? A voice calling out your name broke your worrying ponderings. There, at the restaurant you were supposed to meet at, stood another Cyrus. This one in the clothing you recalled. Confusion ate at your brain. The Galactic uniformed Cyrus was still walking toward you. You motioned the casually dressed Cyrus over.

☄️ He begrudgingly came, obviously a bit annoyed. When he took to your side, you could only watch as his doppelgänger stopped dead in his tracks. Your Cyrus narrowed his eyes. Something was obviously wrong here. “I see,” the Galactic uniformed Cyrus spoke with obvious displeasure, “I must have failed to acquire my ideal world here. How unfortunate.” Your Cyrus was stricken by his counterpart's words.

☄️ With little time to react, the other Cyrus vanished into a crowd and left you both bewildered. You decided to still go to the restaurant to try to figure out whatever that was. Your theory of him having an evil clone was struck down, but he did seem to ruminate on it quite hard. Something about the words from the look-alike left Cyrus in a certain rut of madness. There was little more to discuss about on the topic, however.

☄️ What you did not know was Cyrus's internal consideration. He knew that you both had certainly encountered another him somehow. A version of himself that had somehow been successful in obtaining the power of the legendary he had sought, only for the ideal world to still be null. Everything he had done was truly for naught. In the end, he supposed, it at least gave him some unexpected closure. He would truly just have to deal with this world as it was.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 Why drag your beloved wannabe geologist out to another tropical paradise when you technically already lived in one? Well, for one, to have a change of pace. Maxie had essentially somehow got out of all charges of ecoterrorism due to Wallace and Steven acknowledging he wasn't ever going to anything like that again after nearly killing all life on earth with his plans. Instead, he decided to dedicate himself to focusing on his obvious love of the earth and restructuring Team Magma. Still, you could tell he was struggling to settle into a relaxed life in Hoenn, despite his love for his home. Which led to a suggestion of visiting Alola to clear his head.

🪨 The normal beach appeal may have not been for him, but you could easily tell he enjoyed himself in exploring the Haina Desert, volcanic regions, and the different sands varied across the region. His enjoyment of the tour of the Aether Paradise. He quite enjoyed the idea of pokemon conservation, naturally. He would easily find himself engaged in conversations with other scientific minds around the region or glaring at a certain type of beach-going men.

🪨 Somehow, on your way up to Wela Volcano Park, you found yourself separated from Maxie. You even stood a bit amazed, looking around at the dried grass and steaming volcanic pits for any sight of him. He wasn't exactly someone who blended in easily. One more look at a certain cliff side led to you noticing a familiar redhead. Calling out his name while running over to him, you felt yourself freeze when he turned around. His clothing was a strange form of something clearly related to Team Magma, and his hair was styled differently. His eyes went wide upon seeing you. He quickly began to trail over to you.

🪨 He looked like your lover, certainly, but there was more wrong than the outfit he wore. Maxie had been wearing shorts and a mock neck top, not the attire the man before you wore. Before you could tangle your thought process into a knotted mess, a voice then called out your name. Turning around, you spied Maxie as you remembered him. His brimmed glasses and displeased expression, something you could never mistake anywhere. He seemingly caught on to something being wrong from your face as he rushed over to you, despite his distaste for running.

🪨 Maxie stood at your side soon enough. His look-alike stopped in his descent from his higher position as he gazed at the newcomer carefully. The grimaces that fell upon both their faces were almost alike, yet the other Maxie's looked more intimidating. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I see… I suppose I was mistaken, then,” his voice rang with a level of irritation, “A failure, how disappointing. What strange attire, too.” Maxie nearly stumbled back at the oddness of his words.

🪨 Before either you could question the doppelgänger, he wandered off into the brush. The two of you stood there in complete shock at what you had each witnessed. A failure? What could he have meant? Maxie seemed distressed by the obvious and recognisable insignia that Not-Maxie wore, and quickly pulled out his phone to contact Courtney and Tabitha about the encounter. Neither of them knew anything about it either, however. The eerie feeling of it had you both leave the route before seeing the volcano to find some peace of mind.

🪨 The poor Magma Leader found himself scrambling over the words for the entire evening that followed. A failure… The glint in his eyes. The attire. He couldn't help but feel recollection of that Zinnia's insistence of a world just like theirs without Mega-Evolution. The thought disturbed him. He had failed, thankfully for all life on this planet, but what of that possible other him? Did he harness Groudon's power? He could only shudder and be grateful he had been stopped in this timeline.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Archie had truthfully been the one to insist on a vacation to Alola. He narrowly avoided a lengthy prison sentence by showing complete remorse for the near annihilation he had almost wrought upon the entire world and agreeing to work protecting Hoenn's waters from pollution and other issues. Team Aqua had been reorganised in the end, too. Archie, having really gathered a gaggle of people who adored him. He still felt awful for what he had done and decided that he needed a change of pace, which brought you both to Alola.

💧 You swore he had not left the water since you arrived, besides when he needed to sleep or eat. His Sharpedo and Mightyena were constantly out and playing with him in the water, too. It was honestly great to see him so revitalised after everything. You had joined him, too, naturally, but simply lacked the endurance to remain in the water as much as he did. Everything had been feeling a little too beach-oriented, ultimately. It was a bit expected with a boyfriend like Archie, however.

💧 You had managed to drag him out to see other sights, somehow. A trip to Seafolk Village had proven quite thrilling, and the pirate easily found himself at home there. You had not, it seemed, as you had become separated from him. You gazed around the pier curiously, wondering if he had gone aboard one of the ships. The sight of a familiar blue headband relieved you instantly. Calling out his name, you watched the man turn around. It was then you realised you had it wrong, as this man was decidedly not Archie at all. He had been in his swimming trunks and a tank top this morning, and this man certainly was not wearing that. His grin did widen at the sight of you, dark eyes clearly recognising you, and he began to approach you.

💧 You felt frantic, as he was almost certainly wearing your boyfriend's bandana. He resembled him to an eerie extent, but his skin tone was certainly not the same. You were about to apologise and explain you were looking for someone else when arms wrapped around your waist and someone excitedly called out your name. Archie's smell of the sea was easy to recognise. Softly, you tugged him to your side to look at his odd near doppelgänger.

💧 Archie easily followed, leaving an arm around you as he gazed at the man in all black. The minute their eyes made contact, you could almost see something strange occur in both their minds. You felt Archie squeeze you closer into his side while the other man stopped in his path to you. The not-Archie stuck his hand in his pocket and let out an audible sigh. “What a strange world, I thought I found my Luvdisc,” his voice sounded identical to Archie's own, inflection and all. He had even used a common pet name Archie had for you. “'Seems I was wrong. The ocean is normal here, and I decided to wear an anchor.” Archie shifted at his words.

💧 Before the pirate could snap, the strange man called out a Sharpedo and surfed away from you both. You held Archie back from chasing after him, holding odd feelings about the encounter. He seemed to recognise you and called you a pet name that only Archie used. They were freakishly similar despite their obvious differences. He also had a bandana that you certainly only thought Archie would wear. You looked at him and he at you. He then let out one of his laughs and shook his head. It seemed whatever that was would be better off forgotten, so you headed to the boat restaurant Archie had discovered to eat.

💧 Except, Archie only wanted you to forget the odd encounter with his not-quite twin. He could feel a certain determination when he looked into his eyes. It was one that had long since passed him. Zinnia's odd ramblings about an alternate timeline without Mega-Evolution hit him hard. The remark about deciding to wear an anchor really sunk it in. Some mad version of himself out there had really managed to flood the earth, hadn't he? Archie suddenly felt relieved that scamp had snapped him out of it here.

#pokemon x reader #lysandre x reader #cyrus x reader #archie x reader #maxie x reader #lysandre/reader #cyrus/reader #maxie/reader #archie/reader #pokemon lysandre x reader #pokemon cyrus/reader #pokemon maxie x reader #pokemon archie x reader

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featherlouise · 7 months

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OK HERE’S MOST OF THE MOTHFRIEND SHIT I HAVE

HIS NAME IS EÓGHAN BE KIND TO HIM

Also I am never drawing in that style again holy fuck I forgot how much I hate drawing lineless

Brief rundown of his backstory under the cut (bc it’s changed a fair amount)

(For context) The Order of the Old Flame (OOF) is a cult that originated from a small group of moths who left Hallownest when PK took over, they fled to a small village MILES away in a tundra, and over the course of a few thousand years, dug their claws into the very foundations of the kingdom that became of it.

Signs of their reverence of the Radiance are everywhere, but most notably architecture, which are emblazoned with suns and clouds and dream catchers (this will be important later)

Eóghan’s mother grew up in OOF, and is the older sister of the Seer (the leader, aka the one who’s seen as the most ‘in touch’ with the Radiance (all moths possess some type of dream magic, some stronger than others))

She met his father, a man living outside of the city in a small cottage with his mother

Etc etc they fell in love, had Eóghan, all was right with the world

Until OOF finds them, they have spies everywhere after all. The Seer and some OOF members resolve to eradicate the traitor and the one who has poisoned her mind, setting the cottage on fire in the middle of the night, with all but the old woman inside (who is staying in the city overnight, having been held back and forced to book a hotel)

Before setting the house alight, the Seer finds Eóghan, barely a year old, and decides to “save” him, raising him as her own.

Years later, miles away, a vessel destroys the dream goddess in her own realm, and the very foundations of the kingdom shake with her screams. The death of a god is something that every living being can feel, even if it’s just through a pervasive feeling of wrongness.

A disillusioned Eóghan takes the commotion as an opportunity to escape, almost being stopped by a dagger to the hand from his aunt, who is one of the most effected by Radi’s death, barely able to stay on her feet.

Eóghan manages to escape out into the cold, but with only a thin shirt, trousers and leather boots to protect from the cold, coupled with a steadily bleeding knife wound, he’s not long outside of the city before he collapses.

CONVENIENTLY on the road where a certain old lady is going into the city to sell some goods from her farm.

Long story short bc this is getting long!!! Old lady nurses him back to health, and he repays her by helping her round her farm. Eóghan is a VERY angry boy after realising that not only was his entire life and belief system built on a lie, but his auntie, basically his MOTHER, cares more about her faith than her son, would rather try to kill him than let him leave, or goddess forbid go with him. SO. Old lady teaches him how to be a healthy, mostly emotionally stable person!!!

A few years later, she passes away, but not before telling Eóghan that she would be so proud to have him as a grandson. He never does find out the truth. But as far as he’s concerned?? That’s his nana, blood relative or not.

Even more years later!! (Reminder that they meet about 8 years after Holly nerfs the Radiance) Hollow is kidnapped by a combination of PHFTT (PK’s killers in case u forgot) and OOF, and they manage to escape by the skin of their teeth, being injured and draining their magic in the process (they’re not difficult to kill, per say, but there are a LOT of them, and killing people is kinda hard when ur tied up with a concussion)

Eóghan, seeing this VERY interesting looking person passed out in the snow, decides “AGH fuck it!!” And takes them in

Queue meet cute!!! (meet ugly?? I wouldn’t class waking up in a strangers house after a near death experience a meet cute)

#I’ll post a thing tomorrow explaining his name bc I HAVE LORE REASONS BEHIND THE MEANING #ALSO THE NAME IS IRISH SO HIS GRANDMA AND DAD HAD IRISH ACCENTS #and also the thing on Holly’s hip??? that does something #my art #ocs #mothfriend #I’ll still tag him as that #hollow knight #the hollow knight #thk #hk pv #hollow knight gijinka #pure vessel #hk hollow #did I draw and render an entire hollow just to justify tagging them? WHAT NO HAHA #rfdsbe art #rfds bad end #oh yea and also everyone in oof has those tattoos #corresponding to a different type of moth

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A Court of Snow and Shadow Multi || Romance & Mystery || Azriel x OFC

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Chapter One: Visions Within Half Sleep

There was a sickness in the Winter Court. Sickness or plague weren’t unheard of within the populations of Prythian, despite what mortals may have believed. It was admittedly more common for Lesser Fae species to fall into the clutches of an illness, if truth were to be told, but High Fae were known to on, rare occasion, fall ill of maladies. More commonly they were made through war or bloodshed – such as an open wound left to fester or exposure to extreme elements. But the sickness that lurked in the Winter Court was different, supposedly. Azriel had heard rumblings – a mysterious illness that was plaguing the High Fae of Kallias’ Court for almost a fortnight now; each report from one of his spies growing more concerning than the last. The shadowsinger glared at the door of his High Lord’s study, his arms folded across his chest – the smooth wood of the carved bannister digging into his back as he leaned against it. Mor had disappeared within almost forty-five minutes prior, having been summoned by Rhysand before Azriel. Without Azriel. The shadows around him flickered, jolting as if they had been struck and Az shifted against the bannister, tucking his wings in tighter. He wasn’t…offended wasn’t the right word. He wasn’t irritated, he assured his own mind. Mor was Rhysand’s Third. Technically, she had seniority over him. But knowledge was Azriel’s true source of power, Siphons aside. His mind was a library of scrolls – of tidbits and meshed together truths that could tear down empires if left to spun out on their own. He alone held the keys. He alone bore the complete burden of the secrets he collected. So to be left out, on the outskirts or behind a door – it bothered him.

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A/N: Oh my god. Guys. It's finally here. I did chop this chapter up into two parts, mostly because we were approaching thirty. Pages. But hopefully you guys enjoy it and will be excited for chapter two!

#a court of snow and shadow #acosas #mip writes #my writing #acotar fanfiction #azriel fanfic #azriel x oc #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acotar fanfic #acotar #guys #i am SO EXCITED #It's finally here!!!

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justwritingscenarios · 9 months

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request scenarios 30 for Sabo and Crocodile, the idea of them trying to make their partner calm and whispering in their ears while caressing their body and hair is just so sweet! I'm not sure how u write it but it's a fem reader , thanks:)

HIII, here it is. I write gender neutral so that everyone can identify while reading😘 (no beta reader)

Scenario 10 : "Shh, you're safe. I'm not letting you go."

Crocodile x GN!Reader, established relationship // Words : ~400 // Warning : nudity.

Sabo x GN!Reader, established relationship // Words : ~500 // Warning : reader getting drugged.

Crocodile x Ally ! Reader

“(Name), can I come in?”

“Mmh, yes.”

Crocodile pushed opened the door of the bathroom. Here you were in the tub. He thought a bath would help you relax but your body language said otherwise. Instead of being fully laid, you were sat in the middle of the tub, arms squeezing your legs against your naked chest and eyes fixing the white wall before you. Crocodile knew you weren’t looking at it, you were just lost in your mind.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?”

Silence was his only answer until you closed your eyes and a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Hey (Name), I’m here.”

The tall man came closer immediately and sat on the corner of the bathtub. You felt his large hand behind your head guiding it till it rested on his tight. Your wet hair drenched the cloth of his pants but heck, it was his last concern. He patiently watched you sob soundless, only shaken by jolts from time to time. His long fingers stroked your hair gently to appease your sorrow.

“Shh, you’re safe. I’m not letting you.”

Crocodile would never tell you how guilty he felt at the moment. When he sent you on that mission, he never forecasted the possibility of you getting caught by Marine’s spies. You were a fighter and had similar injuries before, some worse, but never were you held tied defenceless. It was a terrifying experience and the cause of your distress.

His fingers on your hair went down to your back to gaze over a big purple bruise. His jaw clenched; he’ll make them pay their actions. All of this to get information about him out of you…

“I didn’t tell them anything, I swear.” You had looked up at him. Your eyes were still watery, but you’d stopped crying.

“I know.” He bent to put a tender kiss on your forehead then put his against yours. His eyes were looking deep down yours. “I wouldn’t have blamed you for it if you did. All that matters is that you’re back home.” You nodded and closed your eyes again.

“Don’t worry about anything. I’ll care about you like a Queen.”

Sabo x R.A Informer! Reader

As an informer of the Revolutionary Army, you were sent to find the place slaves were kept before the next slave trade. You did your job and told your contact, and boyfriend, Sabo. But you were eager for more, got too far in the Human Auctioning House and got caught. They even drugged you to be sure you would stay calm and try to escape.

Locked you in a cell for hours before being brought to hell, Sabo and his teammates were right on time to save you before the slave traders marked your skin with the branding iron of the slaves.

You were back at the base, safe and sound. Dizzy, you watched your reflet in the mirror of the bathroom: your pupils were still a bit expanded from the drug. Yet, it wasn’t what you were worried about.

You knew Sabo was waiting for you in your room. He would be mad for you disobeying orders, going in the Auctioning House alone without an escape plan. But better be Sabo than Dragon, so you took your courage at hand and entered your room.

Sabo was effectively there, laid on your bed, fixing the ceiling. Without looking at you, he held his hand out to you. You came in the bed, next to him, your head on his biceps.

“You mad at me, right?”

Sabo sighed. It didn’t reassure you. The blond man turned on his side, to face you. His eyes were shifty.

“I don’t know. A little, I guess. But I am mostly worried.”

“I am fine-“ “You were about to get burned ! When I found you were highly drugged, on your knees, held by two men and a third one was about to use a branding iron on your back, (Name). If we weren’t there on time, you would have been burned.”

Sabo’s eyes were still elusive, so you caught his jaw and forced him to watch you.

“I am safe. Thanks to you. You saved him. And trust me, I have learnt my lesson…” You let go of him, it was your time to have shifty eyes. Sabo understood you didn’t feel good about what happened. His arms snaked around your body, bringing you closer to his own. His warm fingers slid under your shirt and fondled the skin of your back. “They were so afraid… And the smell. I can still smell their burned skins, Sabo… And the drug. I saw the red iron but I couldn’t do anything because of the drug. I was so afraid and I wasn’t even burned… what about the others? The children?”

Sabo thought you would cry but you didn’t. All your sadness and anger were in your voice and your eyes.

“We brought them to safety, and we’ll do anything to help them build a new life.” He marked a pause then pulled up your head so you could be forehead to forehead. “There is too much evil to fight in this world. We won’t be able to overcome every time. But I can promise you I’ll do my everything to keep you safe. I’m not letting you go.”

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Down by the River

The bug bites were itchy again. Shadowheart had practically showered her with healing potions, but the damned bites were infuriating and annoying and fucking itchy. And the bandages from an arrow graze on her forearm made it hard to bend her elbow to play her flute. Her hair was greasy and desperately needed a good wash. Hell, all of her did.

Uncomfortable didn’t even begin to describe how she felt.

She needed to get away from it all for a moment. The constant reminder of the tadpole, the tension between Lae’zel and Shadowheart, Karlach’s wonderful but boisterous personality. The Shadow-Cursed lands, damned in too many ways to count.

The camp was up on a long plateau overlooking the shadowy basin, safe from the curse but-

Fuck.

But swarmed with mosquitos. That thought she was the best meal around.

All that was needed was a moment of peace and quiet and to just be alone, because what had started as one terrible day had gone and turned into the worst month of her life and she just needed a little privacy to have a quiet cry and get her emotions back in check. That, or she was going to crack and scream at everyone. Only one person really deserved to be somewhat screamed at, but not out of malice, more like out of too much concern and not enough time to address his suicide plan.

Tavi glanced back towards camp. Her lyre and a crappy bottle of wine were tucked under her good arm. The camp tents were illuminated from inside, like stained-glass lanterns. By the fire, on her sleeping bag, slept Scratch, head on her pillow and one foot possessively over a bone that looked suspiciously like one of Wither’s.

Her flute was tucked into the bottom of the sleeping bag, the safest spot with the dog on it.

She smiled as one of his paws twitched in his sleep, before turning towards the river and traveling along its banks until she found the fallen log she’d spied earlier. It was far enough away that her playing wouldn’t carry, and it would afford privacy.

Tavi built up a small fire and settled herself on the log.

She hadn’t played a lyre in months, preferring her mother’s flute, but she hadn’t been able to resist the poor old lyre sitting on the back of a merchant wagon, abandoned. If no one else would love it, she would. Sure, it wasn’t as nice as Angus’ lyres back home, but this one was her’s.

It needed to be varnished, and perhaps given a little tune up, but it sounded as it ought to.

Tavi shifted into a more comfortable position and started plucking the strings, figuring out which notes needed to be tuned and introducing herself to her new instrument. It was mostly in tune, enough to play decently. She hummed along, and paused to open the wine. It tasted like vinegar, but would get the job done.

Perhaps she’d lied to herself. She didn’t need to get her emotions in check; she needed to let them loose.

The lyre sang as her fingers danced over the strings, and some of her magic sprang out as a slight breeze that twirled over the fire.

It was a quiet, private space. She could be reckless, just a little bit, as a treat. Tavi had never tried to see what her magic could do. Angus paid for her to sit there in the corner and play music, not craft spells or whatnot with an old flute.

But Angus wasn’t here to make her follow his rules. Tavi was alone, in the middle of nowhere, with a godsdamned illithid tadpole in her head. She’d gone through the Underdark, almost been killed by the Gith Queen, and now this Absolute cult was going to march on her home. It would be a war that she wouldn’t survive.

Too many people would get hurt.

But it wasn’t like she could just walk away.

This wasn’t how the storybooks went. When the heroes faced insurmountable odds, they didn’t lose faith; they didn’t want to scream and yell ‘pick someone else, I want to go home!” The great heroes always won and championed over evil. No one turned into an Illithid, no one sacrificed themselves for a petulant goddess’ forgiveness.

But she couldn’t even go home, because Angus was a bastard and had probably already hired a replacement bard. And she couldn’t bring Scratch. And, and she would only admit this to herself, she refused to let Gale kill himself.

So it was kill the Absolute, die trying, run away and probably become an illithid sooner than later, or try to go home and be destitute.

Excellent options.

She paused and looked down at the lyre.

Just a little magic. So she could pretend she was brave and strong and everything a hero was, and she could pretend she was a bard in the stories, the sort that sang great ballads, and survived any adventure.

Maybe that was the wine talking.

The lyre sang.

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Gale needed to walk off some excess energy. He was jittery; in fact he’d been jittery since Elminster had delivered Mystra’s… offer of forgiveness. His brain refused to shut up, considering every conceivable angle, and yes, there were a lot of angles. A mathematically significant amount of angles.

This was a different kind of jittery tonight, though.

Because he’d made a terrible mistake of wondering what Octavia would do when he died.

And then no matter how he tried to distract himself, his thoughts insisted on sneaking back to think about her, and that-

That-

You should finish writing that farewell letter to Mother, he told himself halfheartedly, because he was going to wallow in these feelings unless he distracted himself, and that was unusually difficult at the moment because when he and Octavia has been joined by magic (his magic, and that had somehow made it feel so much more intimate after the fact), she’d imagined kissing him.

Him. Kissing. Kissing him.

Gale realized he’d walked in one big circle around the camp, and spun on a heel to go back to his tent.

Where had his thoughts been?

Ah yes, the letter to Mother-

Liar. He’d been thinking about kissing Octavia, but in his defense, she’d thought about doing it first, and he hadn’t been able to forget about how she hadn’t been able to look at him after that, face reddening and teasing tone replaced with softness. He hadn’t been able to look away from her.

What was he doing?

He was going to die in a couple of days. If anything, he needed to finish getting his affairs in order-

Gale let out a frustrated sigh, because now he’d walked away from camp and towards the meandering river-

Who’s playing music at this hour?

He looked back at camp. She’d been curled up in her sleeping bag- No, that was Scratch. So Octavia had to be the source of the music. Gale followed his ears until he saw a small fire, and Octavia swaying alongside it, lyre in her arms. An empty wine bottle lay on it’s side by her feet.

The firelight shimmer with magic, and sparks flickered.

The sparks had formed a magical figure across from her.

Octavia and the magic figure bowed to each other as she plucked at the lyre strings.

This song he recognized. It was an old bittersweet love song about a woman who wanted her lover to meet her down by the river, each verse telling the lover how to get to her, until she realizes that the lover isn’t coming and to leave her there, dreaming.

He choked on his breath.

Octavia was singing. Her voice was melancholic, quiet but powerful. He could’ve sat there, smiling and listening all night, except this was clearly something personal she was working through and he didn’t want to intrude. She spun around the fire, tear tracks on her cheeks as she sang to the magical spark figure.

She had to have used magic to form the sparks-

Oh.

Gale needed to leave. Immediately. This was private. She thought no one was here, he shouldn’t be spying on her, and Octavia deserved her privacy without him complicating anything further. He backtracked, whirled, and walked as fast as he could while still being silent, her singing spinning around in his head.

The camp was just as he’d left it-

No, it wasn’t. Withers was furiously hobbling towards Scratch. The dog must’ve stolen another bone.

Gale slipped into his tent and didn’t bother to crawl into his blankets, He stared at the canvas ceiling.

Octavia’s song had followed him. Gods, he wanted to hear more. He wanted to wipe the tears off her cheeks. He felt like a schoolboy who’d just realized he had his first crush and didn’t know what to do but try to make her smile. Ridiculous. He was an accomplished wizard, nearly forty years of age, with an illithid tadpole in his brain and all he wanted to do was go back to that little campfire and tell her he was utterly infatuated.

He wouldn’t, though.

Gale rolled over onto his side and blew out the lantern.

The figure in sparks she’d conjured had been him.

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