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hudine · 7 months

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This is another Doctor Who - Witcher crossover I’ve got the first chapter done on. This takes place in the same multiverse as my other Doctor Who fic sideways parenthood only 300 years later. You don’t have to have read it but it would help explain who Jaskier is more. He’s one of Rose and Ten’s twin boys who has accidentally got stuck in the Witcher universe and has basically been waiting for three decades for someone in his family to answer a distress call but the TARDIS got herself mixed up and brought Ten there at the wrong point of the timeline.

Forby all of that it’s basically wrote as a Doctor Who story. People have been going missing with mysterious lights being seen in the area. Geralt picks up a contract to go investigate followed by his loyal bard companion who is acting shifty.

Sideways Parenthood

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The evening sun cast long shadows across the cobblestone streets as Geralt of Rivia and Jaskier entered the quaint village. The last rays of sunlight glinted off the Witcher's medallion as it swayed with each step. Murmurs of ‘Witcher’ echoed from villagers who noticed the white-haired traveler, while others whispered about the peculiar bard with him.

Jaskier, ever the observer, glanced around, noting the nervous chatter and occasional fearful looks from the locals. "Geralt," he began, his voice tinged with unease, "Have you noticed? This place… it feels off."

Geralt grunted, his gaze scanning the surroundings. "I've been in my share of strange places. But yes, something's not right."

"The lights," Jaskier continued, twirling a feathered quill between his fingers. "I've heard stories from other villages about odd lights in the sky. You know, like those elven tales? But this... feels different."

Geralt's yellow eyes narrowed as he looked up at the twilight sky. "I've been hired to investigate. But I suspect it's not just some simple spectre or creature."

Jaskier's thoughts whirled. He harboured suspicions he wasn't prepared to reveal. Despite his human appearance, Jaskier was, in fact, a Time Lord—a mere three hundred years old, young by Time Lord standards. He currently resided in a pocket universe nestled between several larger ones, all interlinked by temporal rifts. In essence, he had been cast adrift in the multiverse's vast currents. He had dispatched a distress signal to his family, but given the time-space distortions generated by the surging rift energy—locally termed as ‘chaos’—he couldn't be certain they'd receive it. His father, the Doctor, once fell prey to a world that devoured TARDISes in a similar pocket universe, making him particularly wary of such distress signals. Jaskier hoped he'd at least investigate, because if not, his mother, Rose Tyler, might very well hasten his next regeneration. Yet, there had been no sign of the Doctor or of Jaskier's siblings, his twin brother Johnny and older brother Zaiden, or even his grandfather, Narvin. The tale of Narvin's identity, tied to the Time Lords fleeing the war and temporarily becoming human, added another layer of complexity. In this intricate web of identities, Narvin had assumed the guise of Pete Tyler, Rose's father.

As the two walked towards the centre of the village, an old woman, clutching a shawl around her, approached. "Witcher! I've seen them lights! They're bad omens, they are," she croaked.

Geralt nodded, listening intently. "Where did you see them?"

She pointed to the eastern edge of the village. "Over by the woods. Just after sundown. But not just lights. Shadows, too. Moving shadows that don’t belong to any creature of this land."

Jaskier felt a chill run down his spine. "Thank you," he said, offering her a reassuring smile. "We'll look into it."

The old woman hobbled away, muttering prayers under her breath.

Jaskier leaned closer to Geralt. "Moving shadows? That doesn’t sound like any creature you've fought."

Geralt simply replied, "Every contract is a mystery until it's solved." But even he couldn't deny the growing unease.

Jaskier sighed, his gaze drifting towards the woods. Unbeknownst to Geralt, the bard's hearts raced with a mixture of fear and excitement. This was no ordinary mystery, and deep down, Jaskier wondered if he was on the brink of a reunion he hadn't expected when he followed Geralt here.

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With a familiar grinding noise, the blue police box materialised at the edge of the village square. The door creaked open, and out stepped The Doctor, his brown trench coat flapping as he stretched, followed by Donna Noble, her red hair catching the last remnants of sunlight.

"Oi! Where have you brought us now, spaceman?" Donna exclaimed, looking around, a mix of curiosity and skepticism evident on her face.

The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver, pointing it skyward. "Somewhere... interesting. Temporal disturbances, Donna. Time's gone a bit wibbly-wobbly."

Donna rolled her eyes. "Oh, not that phrase again. Can't you just once say, 'Donna, I've got no bloody idea what's going on'?"

The Doctor grinned cheekily. "Where would be the fun in that?"

Noticing the villagers eyeing them with a mix of curiosity and wariness, Donna leaned in and whispered, "Do they even have police boxes here? We stick out like a sore thumb!"

The Doctor, always observant, quickly noticed the subtle unease among the villagers. "Something's got them spooked," he remarked, his playful demeanour shifting to one of concern.

They began to weave through the village, the Doctor occasionally pausing to scan various objects with his sonic screwdriver, while Donna tried striking up conversations with the villagers. Most shied away, but a young lad, drawn by her vibrant hair, approached.

"You're not from here, are you?" he asked Donna.

She smirked, "What gave it away? The hair or the fabulous fashion sense?"

The boy giggled but then hesitated, "It's just... you should be careful. The lights... they've taken some of us."

Donna's smirk faded, replaced by genuine concern. "Taken? Taken where?"

Before the boy could respond, The Doctor rejoined Donna, having overheard the conversation. "What lights?" he pressed, kneeling to the boy's level.

The boy pointed eastward, "Over there. Near the woods. They dance and shimmer, then... someone's gone."

The Doctor's face darkened, and he stood, sharing a serious glance with Donna. "We need to find out what's happening."

Donna nodded in agreement, her usual feisty demeanour replaced with determination. "Let's do it. But, Doctor... no running off without me this time, alright?"

He offered her a reassuring smile, "Promise."

With that, the iconic duo made their way towards the eastern edge of the village, armed with nothing but their wit, determination, and a sonic screwdriver. Little did they know, their paths would soon cross with two other unexpected travellers.

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The village tavern, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, was a cacophony of sounds, from the strumming of a lute in the corner to the muffled conversations of villagers trying to drown their fears in ale. The atmosphere was dense, an almost palpable sense of unease hanging in the air.

Jaskier, ever the performer, tried to lift spirits with a lighthearted tune. His fingers danced across his lute as he sang, his voice soaring and filling the room. Despite his efforts, though, the applause was lukewarm. He took a seat at the bar, feeling unusually discouraged.

Donna, noticing the skilled bard, approached, her drink in hand. "That was lovely," she remarked, genuinely impressed. "Though I don't think I've ever seen an audience less responsive."

Jaskier chuckled, "You'd think they'd never seen a bard before. But thank you, kind lady."

Donna grinned, "Kind? That's a first. I'm Donna."

"Jaskier," he replied, raising his drink in a toast. Their eyes met briefly, a shared understanding passing between them. Both felt out of place, both sensed the tension in the air.

Donna leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know something, don't you? About the lights?"

Jaskier hesitated, struggling to keep his expression neutral. "Why do you ask?"

She shrugged, "Just a hunch. And my mate, The Doctor, he's got this... knack for finding trouble. Or maybe it's the other way around."

At the mention of ‘The Doctor’, Jaskier's hearts skipped a beat, memories flooding back. But he masked his surprise quickly. "Ah, physicians. Always meddling, aren't they?"

Donna smirked, catching his attempt at evasion. "Oh, he's not that kind of doctor. Let's just say he's... unique. And I've got a feeling you're more than just a bard."

Jaskier laughed nervously, "You're quite the observer, Donna. But some stories... they're better left unsung.”

The fact that Donna was here meant this was the wrong part of his father’s timeline. Yes he and his twin brother had been born, but the Doctor didn’t know that yet. This was between Bad Wolf Bay where his mother chickened out and lied about being pregnant and the Dalek Crucible.

He'd always heard about the running joke concerning his Aunt Donna's uncanny ability to miss every alien invasion. That changed, however, when she encountered the Doctor; from that point on, her observational skills became almost unsettlingly sharp. Jaskier was deeply thankful for his perception filter, which prevented others from noting anything out of the ordinary about him—be it an additional heartbeat or his unchanged appearance over three decades. He often pondered its effectiveness on Geralt, but given that the Witcher never remarked on any of Jaskier's anomalies, he assumed it was doing its job. Then again, Geralt had the uncanny skill of observing minute details for years, perhaps even decades, without ever voicing his observations, particularly the glaring ones.

The moment the Doctor entered the tavern, Jaskier's hearts stuttered. It required all the self-control he possessed—which, truth be told, wasn't substantial in this regeneration—to maintain his shield and resist reaching out to the familiar solace of his father's telepathic touch. He'd forgotten how much his original form, before his first regeneration, had resembled his father’s tenth. That initial transformation had been prompted by his TARDIS malfunctioning upon his tumultuous arrival in this pocket universe.

Before Donna could rope him into conversation with the doctor Jaskier got up and started to play. He played a lot of his usual songs but just to make his father twitch instead of ‘white wolf’ he’d sing ‘bad wolf’ but only some of the time. Then he went into another song he wrote for his parents a long time ago.

Well I woke up today,

And the world was a restless place;

It could have been that way for me...

And I wandered around,

And I thought of your face;

That Christmas looking back at me...

I wish today was just like every other day,

'Cause today has been the best day -

Everything I ever dreamed!

And I started to walk,

Pretty soon I will run;

And I'll come running back to you...

'Cause I followed my star,

And that's what you are;

I've had a merry time with you...

I wish today was just like every other day,

'Cause today has been the best day -

Everything I ever dreamed!

So have a good life,

Do it for me -

Make me so proud,

Like you want me to be;

Where ever you are,

I'm thinking of you, oceans apart

I want you to know...

Well I woke up today, and you're on the other side,

Our time will never come again;

But if you can still dream,

Close your eyes it will seem,

That you can see me now and then...

I wish today was just like every other day,

'Cause today has been the best day -

Everything I ever dreamed!

I wish today was just like every other day,

'Cause today has been the best day -

Everything I ever dreamed!

Jaskier took another break, feeling the crowd in the tavern wasn’t quite warming up to his music. He was also too anxious to use his empathic abilities to lift their spirits.

Suddenly, he was approached in a rather confrontational manner.

"Who are you?!" demanded the Doctor.

"It's Jaskier, a bard and a graduate in the seven liberal arts from Oxenfurt," Jaskier responded with a hint of pride.

"You kept singing 'bad wolf'," the Doctor persisted, his brow furrowed in suspicion.

"I assure you, Doctor, my song was about the 'white wolf', not 'bad wolf'. I am, after all, the personal bard to Geralt of Rivia. I've been chronicling his adventures in song for the past two decades. Just ask anyone," Jaskier said, trying to keep his composure.

"Doctor," Donna interjected softly, trying to defuse the situation, "give it a rest."

"He's hiding something, Donna! You said it yourself. And that last song... I recognise it. It topped the charts during Christmas in 2007 when I was at the Powell Estate in London."

Jaskier's eyes widened, "Truly? A number one hit? Oh, what a delightful surprise!" He then realised he said too much.

“How do you know of Christmas? This isn't Earth, and the technology here is hardly Earth-compatible,” the Doctor pointed out triumphantly.

Caught off guard, Jaskier blurted, "Oi, is that a flubble over there?"

To Jaskier's astonishment, the mention of the tiny Gallifreyan rodent usually kept as pets actually distracted the Doctor. He seized the moment and bolted. Donna, however, was right on his heels. Just as she was about to grab him at the edge of the woods, they were engulfed in a swirl of lights and vanished, leaving the Doctor and Geralt, who had just arrived due to the ruckus, staring in shock and confusion.

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Song for those not familiar with Doctor Who is called Song For Ten written by Murray Gold for the Christmas Special in 2006.

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belleropheon · 7 months

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I just finished Cassandra's quest (finally) and objectively the Seekers are 100% fucking worse than the Grey Wardens hands down

For an organization whose only purpose is to combat corruption among the templars and investigate templars/circle wrongdoings they are really bad at it.

At least the Wardens do what they are made for. Those BAMFs jump of towers, wade through darkspawn and even gained the undying respect of both Qunari and Dwarves. All that and they still beat the shit out of darkspawn and archdemons

Seekers are mage-lite and can't even detect a whole demon beneath their noses.

Wardens are tragic heroes while the seekers can't even tell another seeker "hey you were made tranquil and then a spirit touched your mind and broke it, welcome to the possesion club fam"

At least a warden can be honest with another warden "yeah we darkspawn light, you wanna grab another beer?"

#Wardens are bamfs #Sure it is the kind were you secretly kinda hate eachother for inflicting such a terrible thing on yourself and others #But you have eachother even when you don't really talk about it #Seekers have eachother but in a holier than the outside world way which is stupid #When alistair told HOF about the short lifespan I was legit feeling betrayed #Almost all the origins are like late teens early 20s and then you get to hear you're gonna die in 30 years give or take #That would really be a punch in the face #Dragon age

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jacks-the-flower · 1 year

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no more

do any of you guys in the tumblr void remember how dalek caan was like this was always gonna happen but teehee i helped you doctor i saw the daleks for what they really were and declared no more

because i do and i have a headcanon for it

if this was already gonna happen then why would caan even WANT to make things even easier for the doctor. well theres like two semi feasible answers to this question; either he's contracted the human illness of a conscious and compassion or he's just down right crazy. could be both. coulda also been bored one day and decided that screwing over his dad was the thing for the time.

but the why is not the interesting part to me, its the what and how. if dalek caan did intervene and help the doctor along, was he the one that kept pushing donna and wilf to ten? was he the reason why, while ten lost basically everything, basically everyone made it out alive and some even got happy endings?? was it possible that dalek caan even maybe perhaps nudged jack along to find the hand that later created the metacrises for rose (knowing that rose is extremely important to the doctor obviously <3) and kept the doctor in that body longer and probably out of some extra trouble trying to navigate as a new man while the universe was ending. BUT ALSO and this is the big one here, DALEK CAAN SAW THE DALEKS FOR WHAT THEY WERE AND DECREED NO MORE LIKE COME ON DID HE REVERSE THE TIME WAR

DID HE REVERSE THE FUCKING TIME WAR

i am dead, im gone, i'm dead

#just like half of the tardis crew would have been in journeys end #journeys end #dalek caan #tenth doctor #tentoo #doctor donna #rose tyler #davros is a dalek dad #time war #timepetals #dalek caan is secretly a bamf #also he's great i love him and his crazy ass voice

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witchersgoldenbard · 2 years

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someone stop me from writing ranger’s apprentice fanfic catered to myself and two of my followers please

#ranger’s apprentice #but listen. LISTEN!! hurt comfort gilan/seley el’then fic!!! i cannot stop thinking about this honestlyyy #they’re all in that cell in erak’s ransom and john flanagan said gilan gets the worst of the beatings (and torture?? don’t remember)#because he is BAMF but also just. selethen being gentle with him and distracting him from the pain and rangers don’t feel pain shut up sel #but secretly gilan leans into the touch and he doesn’t want to spend his last night alive in pain and hfjdhsh YALL THE WHUMP #y know me i write good whump 😔😌 hnng. I SHALL NOT #sere16 and kourasmenos this one goes out to you two 🫶#this is a witcher blog i know but hear me out. they would all sass the ever loving shit out of the witchers so i’m keeping them here #also gil and jaskier PLEASE. halt and vesemir. PLEASE

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kitsune024 · 1 year

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Resident Evil Fanfiction

The Family Wedding by

CloudyWithAChanceOfCreativity, spiritfox90

Leon's brother is getting married to a woman he just met, his family doesn't know he's an agent, and now he has to go home for more than a couple days and pretend he's normal again. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapters: 5/?

#CloudyWithAChanceOfCreativity #spiritfox90 #ao3 fanfic #resident evil leon #resident evil fanfiction #leon x ada #Leon's family learn to cope with the fact that Leon might secretly (to them) be a BAMF #leon kennedy #ada wong #leon kennedy fanfic #top faves

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hurtspideyparker · 3 months

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Hi, sorry but could you recommend any of your favourite Peter Parker fics please?

For sure !!! *cracks open ao3 bookmarks*

Thirty Hours by polaroid15 - Peter doesn't take any breaks during a lengthy fight with the Avengers. The mind-melting fever that follows really should have been expected.

Hurt Peter Parker, my favourite tag <3 I love when Spider-Man is a badass and also lacks self-preservation. He's so cool fighting alongside the Avengers and we get some sweet hurt/comfort irondad!

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by aloneintherain - Peter's trapped beneath a collapsed building during a mission, hurt and unable to move. Luckily, his comm still works. Unluckily, the Avengers don’t realise how bad of a state Peter is in, and Peter isn’t inclined to tell them.

This fic is an icon in the fandom and for GOOD REASON. I just can not get enough of Peter Parker hiding his injuries. More heavy whump and angst!

All good things come in threes by Bergen - Peter has three secret identities: Spider-Man, the superhero who swings around the city to save people. Parker Benjamin, who gives Tony Stark unsolicited advice on his research. And NightMonkey, the Instagrammer who keeps uploading increasingly popular but embarrassing drawings of Iron Man.

And he can juggle them all just fine, thankyouverymuch.

Okay here is the fluff!!! Peter is a genius, a menace, and a sweetheart. Tony Stark runs into him (again and again) and can't help but have a soft spot for him every time. Funny and cute and an all 'round good time!

Held Together by Spiderwebs by TunaFishChris - Steve is not coping well in the twenty-first century. At all. Three months after the Chitauri invasion, he decides he's had enough.

But just as he's about to end it all, he runs into the new hero in town.

This one focuses a lot on Steve but I really like him and Peter's relationship in it, and I think this is great Peter Parker characterization. TW for discussions of depression and suicide, it gets a bit dark!

5 Times Spider-Man Saved an Avenger's Ass (and 1 Time They Saved Him) by TunaFishChris - this fic showcases how strong and capable Peter is, he's definitely a BAMF. I really like this genre where the Avengers know Spider-Man but not Peter Parker, makes Peter feel more independent and mature like in the comics.

Five Time Faculty Members Had to Call Peter's Emergency Contact + One Time He Shows Up Anyway, Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited, and Five Times Strangers Talked About Peter and Tony + One time Someone They Know Did by kingdomfaraway - I am just gonna recommend this entire series. Super fluffy, extreme irondad and spiderson. They're just adorable from an outside perspective and I love when Peter gets to just be Tony's intern and a teenager for a while :)

research and disaster by blueh - “So, uh, Mr. Stark definitely knows Roomba-Kid,” Becket says and discreetly tilts his head in the direction of the pair.

“Oh my god,” Jess says. She almost sounds gleeful. “Oh my god, he’s not just some random kid. He’s Mr. Stark’s kid.”

or: the interns at Stark Industries have some questions about Peter Parker. The answers aren’t quite what they expect.

I just love intern Peter mk? Let him be a kid genius and have fun!!! Fluffy and humorous, again with the irondad.

Captain, Oh My- Not My Captain! by uncouth_peasant - Peter swallowed hard before firing a web to swing into the fray. “Cap’s going after civilians. I’m out of time.”

Bruised and bloody men <3. Just Peter being a badass and getting beat to a pulp. Cool fighting, lots of Peter whump, and of course the Avengers being protective.

Good publicity by Bergen - Between Peter Parker barely speaking, and Spider-Man being the ultimate chatterbox, how was Tony ever supposed to figure out that they were one and the same person?

Tony Stark is secretly a softie for cute kids, especially when they're a genius and have a sense of humour to rival his own. Peter is a foster kid who ends up finding a home with Pepper and Tony, very sweet.

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle - When Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.

So he leaves, simple.

Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help.

Heavy TW for this one, mind the tags. This is a popular fic and for good reason. A very mature and realistic portrayal of the foster care system and homelessness. The Peter angst is really great and I could barely put it down, that boy needs a hug so bad.

Now here's some hydra!Peter fics cuz they're my jam:

Peter is a precious chickpea by Bergen - They attack the HYDRA safe house shortly before sunrise.

The only people defending said safe house are Peter and Leo, and Leo slams his cell door open and starts spitting out orders, but then promptly gets clobbered over the head and keels sideways.

So that just leaves Peter. And he’s not even going to try to fight a whole team of Avengers. He looks up at Iron Man filling the doorway. “I surrender.”

He’s never been captured before and he’s not sure what to do. Escape, probably.

This entire series is PERFECT. I just love how adorable Peter is, and all the relationships Peter forms with the Avengers absolutely melt my heart. Peter's characterization in this is really unique and I wish there was more. The Bucky and Peter friendship is everythingggg. I love hydra!peter and bucky fics.

Indoctrination by phoenixon - The Avengers thought they were on a typical assignment: Infiltrate the Hydra base and find the weapon. What they didn't expect was the small boy raised by Hydra that they found instead. And they definitely didn't expect him to stay at Avengers Tower or how he somehow wormed his way into their lives. As for Peter, he just wants to be good and obey what the Hydra men told him so he doesn't get in trouble.

I just really love hydra Peter changing into a sweet and intelligent boy once he's rescued and safe, and how all the Avengers take up such heart-warming parental roles around him.

out there, living in the sun by Hailfire_73 - The Avengers rescue Peter from a Hydra base ran by his father, Richard Parker, except Peter doesn't really see it as a rescue, and has trouble settling into a new life away from Hydra and his father at the Avengers compound. OR - Peter learns how to be an actual teenager, live life, and put his abusive past behind him, and Tony learns how to be a father.

Hydra Peter but he's most definitely a traumatized and moody teenager. I really enjoyed Peter's character arc and the exploration of his trauma. It felt more realistic the way his journey isn't just a straight or clear path. He's more mature in this one and it was a really compelling read, balancing the angst with some humour and fluff. Loved the ending.

Tinker, Tailor, Spider by Bergen - Tony is roped into a mission to transport a teenager to safety. But when things go south, it soon becomes more and more puzzling who the teenager is and what ‘safety’ means for him.

I really enjoy that the author doesn't water Peter being hydra down. Yes he is a highly skilled assassin and a badass who's trauma pervades his every thought and decision. Made me fall in love with the Tony, Pepper, Morgan and Peter as a family dynamic. Super domestic while still highlighting Peter's troubled past.

#peter parker #spider man #ask #anon #fic rec #spiderman #marvel mcu #spider-man #peter parker angst #irondad and spiderson #tony stark #avengers #iron man #peter parker whump

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lucysarah-c · 5 months

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Okay Okay hear me out

I'm actually dying for this and no one really talk about it that much

Buutt

Levi gaining weight and becoming more muscular in season 4 >>>>>>.

It's actually very funny because I imagine him trying his trousers and it didn't fit him right and he actually realized it

Lol

I have to be honest here; I'm an old-school follower of Shingeki no Kyojin, and I remember fighting and arguing that Levi wasn't even remotely skinny in the manga compared to how WIT portrayed him. So, Levi has always been thicker in my mind, but I 100% SUPPORT THE IDEA OF HIM GETTING EVEN THICKER IN SEASON 4.

I like to think that Levi is secretly a foodie; he doesn't like to overindulge because he knows how scarce food is, but I do believe he eats more than people think he does. He's the kind of person who makes you wonder where everything he eats goes. Plus, as someone who hits the gym rather frequently, when you work out as much as Levi, you simply eat more because those muscles need energy.

Now, Season 4 Levi? With all the new food and space to harvest after they retook Wall Maria? The sea with more fish? This man is preparing himself for a war; he's working his life off to get ready, and therefore, he is eating. One day he wakes up to put on the new uniform, and he simply can't make it past the middle of his legs—hahaha, GOD, him doing little jumps trying to put it on. Plus, his chest? He can't close the thing even if he tries. I don't think Levi minds it at all; I believe he's a firm believer that the healthier and stronger you are, the better.

Why did I imagine his girl squeezing his chest playfully and saying, "When's the due date? Haha, you've got more tits than me" (playfully though, nothing shaming here)

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johnwickb1tsch · 6 months

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you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) Part 3

a john wick x Helen'sSister!Reader fic You are Helen's baby sister. When you meet John Wick at Helen's graveside, he invites you to dinner to celebrate her birthday. Set a few years after the first movie, 2-4 never happened. Use of y/n. Warnings: canon typical violence. Future reference to threat of noncon, (not John! because he's our assassin sweetiepie). Mourning. Smut. Grey areas. Questionable decisions. Sweetheart!John, BAMF!John Depressed!John - If you can handle the movie you should be fine here... PART 1 PART 2 PART 4

PART 3

The rest of dinner is pleasant, but not terribly emotionally eventful, comparatively. You survive by telling stories about Helen from when you were children, which John listens to with a wistful look in his eye. Maybe it's the wine, and the excellent food, but that sharp edge in his obsidian eyes softens, somehow. It is endearing, and your heart aches more than it should.

You are so full you try to decline dessert, but the special is a chocolate mousse and John insists you should split one, even if you only have a bite. You are not sure if the waiter brings one spoon on purpose, but you watch with fascination as John takes the utensil between his long fingers and scoops up a delectable little nibble.

When he offers it to you from across the table you think you might die. You have had far too much wine to not do exactly what you want to now, which is to accept the sweet morsel between your lips while meeting his eyes, wishing it was something else.

Your panties are drenched by the time the meal is through. You know that you are the worst, living vicariously through your older, better, sister, but just in that beautiful moment, its hard to care.

You can always hate yourself properly tomorrow.

John's hand finds a home at the small of your back as you are leaving. You know there are Feminist! reasons to hate when a man does that, but secretly it’s your kryptonite at the end of a long evening when there’s a crowd to navigate and you're tired and not really sure which way to go.

“Can I drive you home?” he asks, looking down that straight patrician nose at you. You could draw him from memory, you've studied his features so much tonight. You probably will, later, when you’re alone in your apartment with just the reminiscence of him.

“I live in Brooklyn,” you warn him.

He seems amused by this.

“I know.”

You pause for a moment at this. But then, it’s not so strange he knows. Helen could have mentioned it a hundred times.

“Okay.”

When the valet rumbles up in a sinister black American sports car, you lift an eyebrow.

“This is yours?”

“Did you think I would drive a Mercedes like some kind of asshole?”

The next car in the valet line is a Mercedes, and the stodgy old dude behind you who just exudes Old Money looks like he's received an extra stick inserted in his ass. You huff, your lips twisting as you are fighting a grin.

“Usually I would make a crack about a midlife crisis, but it really does suit you.” You'd heard tell of The Car, but had never actually gotten to see it.

“Kind of you to say.” It’s so deadpan it takes a moment for you to realize he’s teasing you.

He holds the door for you, and you can tell by the way he’s looking at you that he has not taken anything you've said seriously, or personally.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

The car is kind of bare bones inside, but it is undeniably cool. The sound of the motor is a tactile experience—you feel it in your bones as you pull away and take off down the street. You feel it other places too, as you look over at John seamlessly working the gears. Perhaps you look at him longer than what is polite, thinking about how once Helen used to sit in this seat, and they would undoubtedly go on adventures upstate, her cameras in tow.

You close your eyes, because you are tired, and you are thinking, and for the umpteenth time you are fighting tears. As you go across the Brooklyn bridge you roll down the window. The cool air helps clear your head.

The lights of the city at night from up high are a treat. Usually you're taking the subway.

Only once you arrive at your building and John parks on the street do you realize you never really gave him any directions. But once again, you shrug it off.

There is a long moment of silence after he turns off the engine. The intimacy of an enclosed car at night, the weak light of the street barely intruding. “Do...you want to come up for a drink?” you ask, before you can really stop yourself.

Another long moment passes, as he looks at you in the shadows of the car, undoubtedly weighing the merits of this suggestion. His dark eyes glitter in the night, and your heart is in your throat, hoping he'll say yes.

“Sure.”

He is watchful as a hawk of the street as you make your way to the security door of your walkup. He frowns when you simply pull the door open, no working lock.

“How long has that been like that?”

“At least a year. Shall we say the landlord moves at his own pace?”

“Give me his number.”

You laugh. “Ok.”

“I’m serious.”

You pause to look at him, his face half in shadow. A chill runs down your spine, the hair lifting on your arms; he is so beautiful, but there is something dangerous about this man. Something only your deepest instincts left over from the days of life in caves picks up on. It is…intoxicating, because somehow you know you are not the one who needs fear him.

Your landlord, on the other hand…you might be getting that new lock sooner than later.

You start to climb the stairs. When your heel catches the edge of the old wooden runner he is there, steadying you with a hand on your waist. You lean into him without a thought. He's taken charge of you, for the evening at least, and you are more than happy with the arrangement.

For the evening, at least.

Your key sticks in the vintage lock, the way it always does. The more modern deadbolt goes quicker. And then you are inside your humble sanctuary, and you can tell John is a little shocked by the cacophony before him. Helen liked the ordered balance of modern design, but you are a maximalist at heart. The walls are covered in art, your own, and friends’, and collected pieces as well. There are little shelves filled with curios from your travels and thrift stores around the city. What isn't filled with art is taken up by plants, on the floor, and side tables you have rescued from the curb over the years, and hanging from the ceiling too.

“Come on,” you say, taking his arm to guide him through. It's not actually messy. Everything has its place, and is fairly clean. The space is just full. “Have a seat. What do you drink?”

He lowers himself onto your cerulean blue couch, still looking around. It’s almost as though he forces himself to look back up at you.

“Bourbon, if you've got it.”

“Sure.”

You slide off your coat, hanging it on a vintage brass coat rack from an old hotel long defunct.

“Ice?”

“A little.”

You make his drink, and a vodka tonic for yourself. You cross the room to join him. “Thanks,” he says as you hand him his glass.

“Sure.”

He is still surveying the room, and you are content to sit in companionable silence while he takes it all in, used to this reaction from newcomers.

“Did you make these?” he asks, looking to a cluster of small but highly detailed portrait paintings on the wall closest to you.

“Yes.”

They had taken months with a tiny 20/0 brush. You can be…obsessive, when a project grips you.

“Impressive.”

“Thanks.”

“May I...” He pauses, taking a deep draught, nearly finishing his drink in one go. “I overheard, this morning. About the piece, with Helen's photographs. I know Helen said you don't like people in your studio, but I was wondering...if I could see it.”

It dawns on you that this is the reason he agreed to come up. Possibly the reason he took you to dinner too. You are relieved, in a way, even if your heart aches a little for it.

Even though it’s true that you usually hate letting anyone into your studio, the place where you think and dream and create, the resting place for the unborn and half-finished creations of your imagination, you do not hesitate in your answer.

“Yes. Of course you can see it.”

You stand from the couch and hold out your hand to him without thinking, and he takes it. It’s as though you both know you're going to need a little extra emotional bolstering for the task ahead. You take him to the second bedroom that is your art studio. The smell of linseed oil and paint is heavy on first entry, though you are used to it.

Helen’s piece is still on your easel, the most recent thing you’ve finished. Usually you like to work small, but this canvas was five feet on both sides. It took you months to go through the boxes of photos she’d left you, then to lay it all out, deciding which photo went where according to value and structure. You could have done it easier with photoshop, but the personal quality of this project demanded completion by hand, from start to finish.

To complicate things more, you used a transfer technique to affix them to the canvas, giving the images a hazy dream-like quality. In between it all you had painted with miniscule strokes, miniature scenes and tiny embellishments, adding color, pumping up contrast and value. There were words she had said to you, short one sentence stories from your childhoods, and miniature daisies sprouting through the cracks. It was a galaxy of image and memory, each square foot containing a multitude. Yet when you stood back and unfocused your eyes, it was unmistakably her face looking back at you, larger than life, beautiful and filled with warmth.

The subject of the photos ranged from her arty pieces of architecture and landscapes from trips she’d taken, to more candid shots of family and friends. There were also several images of John, and it occurred to you that maybe you should have okayed that with him. You’d been working in the pitch of such a fever dream with the materials Helen had left you, it hadn’t even occurred to you at the time to reach out to ask. You’d made this piece in a damn near fugue state, swinging between working rapaciously and crying in a ball on the floor. There had been some catharsis in finally finishing it, but the process had damn near killed you.

“I hope it’s okay…that you’re in it,” you say as he stands before the canvas, his exacting gaze taking in every detail of every inch.

He has not let go of your hand; in fact, his grip has tightened almost painfully upon your fingers. You don’t think he realizes he’s even doing it, and you let him hurt you, the way you’re pretty sure you’re hurting him with this visceral reminder of the life of the woman he’d loved.

“I’m honored,” he says, his voice hoarse with emotion, his jaw clenched. “Such a full life she lived.”

“Only the good die young,” you answer, barely able to raise your volume above a whisper against the constriction in your throat. “It’s not fucking fair. All the horrible people in the world…and the fates took her.” Your voice cracks. Your eyes are burning, and you know you are on the brink of losing your shit again. He pulls you in against him, and there are no arguments this time about preserving his suit or your dignity. It’s too easy, to settle into the solid warmth of his chest. This man feels like he could be a bastion against all that is bad in the world; it is hard not to wish to just stay there beneath his chin forever.

“I would have traded, if given a choice,” you whisper into his collarbone. “In a heartbeat.”

“Me too,” he answers. “But she never would have allowed it. She loved you beyond measure.”

You give a tinny, sad little laugh—or maybe it’s a sob—for the tragedy of it all. You know that no one—no one—will ever love you the way Helen did. Will ever protect you, the way Helen did. You will wander the Earth for the rest of your days with a Helen-shaped hole in your heart that will never heal.

“I know she felt the same about you.” Minutely you lift your head to look up at him. “It’s easy to understand why.” You touch his face lightly, wiping away the tear that is hovering on the blade of his cheekbone with the side of your thumb. When you realize how casually you have invaded this man’s personal space, this man who has been so kind and tolerant of you, you try to draw away. But his hand covers yours on his cheek, the scruff of his beard surprisingly soft beneath your palm.

Your eyes meet, and you can see that John is drowning in the loneliness of so much loss. You reckon you look about the same; this day has left you feeling like you fed your heart through a meat grinder. Pushed to the brink, perhaps there is little wonder that when his face descends, you do nothing at all to fight it.

Yet he does not kiss you.

His lips hover above yours, and you think you might expire of longing, caught in the limbo of waiting. He brushes the tip of your nose with his. It is almost unbearably sweet. You feel like it’s a gesture between two people who have been in love for ages. A remembered gesture, a sweet habit left from a different relationship, a different woman you resemble, but can never really be.

You should stop this. You should back away before you both get hurt. But then his lips touch yours, and any small amount of resolve you might have worked up to do the right thing shatters.

At first it is the simplest press of lips; light, and sweet. He is shaking; or maybe it’s you who is? He rests his forehead against yours, savoring the moment, or trying to talk himself out of whatever it is he is about to do.

It’s his choice, you know.

You no longer possess the willpower to stop him either way, and your wicked heart rejoices when he leans in to kiss you again. Still, he is gentle with you, as though you are a thing in his grasp that might break.

He isn’t wrong about that, and yet as the kisses go on, you feel it in him when something snaps—the change is sudden, and visceral, and you cannot withstand the onslaught as he slants his mouth over yours. It is like being caught in a hurricane, grabbed up by his inexorable strength and the fury of his desire. You’re not really a small woman, but he maneuvers you like you weigh nothing at all, backing you into the wall.

You know it’s wrong, somewhere in the back of your head, but it feels so good. Or maybe, it could be right? Maybe it could be ok, to take comfort in this certain someone who also loved the person you lost. Doesn’t that balance, somehow?

You are full of shit, but you also don’t care.

All you know is that he’s hiked your leg over his hip as he’s kissing you, and you can feel the hard length of him pressing into your center, and you might collapse with the heady pleasure of it all.

You reach for his belt, but he catches your hands, panting as he presses his forehead against yours again. “Let me touch you?” His words are laced with such a mix of fragility and need that you know no matter what he asks you for tonight, you won’t say no.

A trembling sigh escapes you as you nod, and he kisses you again, hard and hungry and you’ve never surrendered so willingly to anyone before in your life. He’s running a hand up your thigh to the molten core of you, pushing your underwear aside to slide a single long finger inside your desire-slicked body, and you are lost.

Utterly wrecked, and irrevocably lost.

He toys with your swollen little clit with his thumb while he finger fucks you, his mouth on your neck and you are so close, before he picks you up all together like you weigh fucking nothing, and walks you to the couch in the other room. A vague thought enters the cloud of your sex-addled brain, a small sense of relief that he has removed you from Helen’s watchful gaze on the easel.

Any guilt you might feel vanishes with the thrill of him dropping you on the soft cushions, which is only topped by him dropping to his knees before you in that beautiful suit, (that beautiful suit!), and hooking his fingers in your panties, practically tearing them down your thighs.

There is a moment of eye contact, that burning dark stare that bores a hole straight to your soul, before he falls on you like he means to devour you whole and lick the bones clean. You’ve never felt anything like his furious mouth on you, the hard licks and soft kisses, the circling of his tongue around your clit, the relentless pleasure he mercilessly bestows until your back is arching and you cannot stop and you cannot wait, you are cumming in his mouth.

It’s the most magnificent thing you’ve ever felt, this fierce and fiery pleasure that is like fireworks inside your cunt and across your skin, and he keeps licking you slowly through the tremors and the aftershocks until you beg for mercy.

There is a moment of reverent quiet, while he rests his cheek on your thigh, your hands stroking his long dark hair. But when you try to reach for him, “Come up here,”—you are suddenly in his arms again, and he is carrying you to your bedroom, laying you down. You expect him to climb in with you, but with a flourish he covers you with the sheet, effectively trapping you, pressing a hard but reverent kiss to your forehead. “Get some rest, y/n.”

“Wait!” you plead as he is walking to the door, dizzy from the whiplash of this change of direction. You hate the desperation in your voice but at the moment you’re unable to care. “Where are you going?” Even you can hear how pathetic you sound.

He stops in the doorway, looking back over his shoulder. His profile is half in shadow. He looks like a masterpiece by Carravagio, beautiful and terrible to behold. You want to paint him in this moment, almost as badly as you want to fuck him.

“I’m going home.” You cannot tell if that is regret in his voice, or pure exhaustion?

“Why?” You know you sound wretched, like the lost little girl you are inside.

“Good night, y/n.”

Then he is gone like a shadow, like he’d never been there at all. You barely even hear the front door snick shut. If it was not for the glorious soreness between your legs, maybe you would have thought it was all just a magnificent dark dream your twisted little imagination thought up.

You weren’t usually prone to such dramatic thoughts, but it was possible that John Wick had just ruined you for all other men, and you didn’t even get to see him naked.

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#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #i'm so sorry i'm sorry for everything #john wick fic #john wick x you fic

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angeyyyy omg celebrity au lives rent free in my head like……… reader being assigned bottom by the community is so fucking funny 😭😭😭 they get so type casted as a bottom that when they finally get a femme fatale/BAMF role in a new show or movie it sends the fanbase into a FRENZY like those thirst tweets were going crazyyyy (bonus points if reader was co-starring with one of the more top ladies like kafka and reader FINALLY gets to put her on her back like 👀👀👀)

kafka would be so shameless about that scene in interviews like “mm, what was it like to be under (name)? oh it was wonderful, the view was excellent….. i wouldn’t mind if it happened again”. kafka is the cate blanchett of this au istg

side note, is it alright if i brainrot a little on my own about celebrity au? i’ll tag u in every one! ofc, if you’d rather not, that’s totally cool too!! :)

Oh yeah, Reader is constantly tagged as the “bottom” in majority of the ships featuring her. However, I’m REALLY loving how Reader finally gets her time to shine when she gets a femme fatale role in one of her movies. I’m sure her fanbase would fold quicker than a deck of cards, and Kafka playing as her more submissive partner would cause their fandoms to scream in common fangirl behavior 💕

I bet all the other celebrity girls were jealous when that movie was released. All secretly wishing they were in Kafka’s place, as it’s not everyday that Reader get to play a dominant role 😍

#🕯️spirit box #celebrity au #servalisms #also yes you can brainrot about the celebrity au #I don’t own it #it’s just an au lol

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wangxianficfinder · 1 year

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In the mood for...

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1. itmf fics where wwx calls lqr uncle/shufu genuinely, im craving for lans adopting wwx rn...

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 548k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

Without end by barisan (M, 71k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Suicide Attempt, Hurt/Comfort, Depressed WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Yunmeng Jiang bashing, Sentient Resentful energy, Medical inaccuracies)

If Wishes Were Donkeys by NightOwl1 (M, 61k, WIP, WangXian, SVSSS, Time Travel Fix-It, Case Fic, Mpreg, Fluff and Humor, Dysfunctional Jiāng Family, Bad Parent YZY, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Period-Typical Homophobia, Crossdressing, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, It’s All The System’s Fault, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Warning: JGS, Good Uncle LQR, LWJ and WWX Are LSZ’s Parents, Inappropriate Humor, Family Feels)

Discordant Rhapsody by nirejseki (T, 49k, LQR & WWX, wangxian, JC & WWX, WQ & WWX & WN, LWJ & LQR & LXC, canon divergence, fix-it, hurt/comfort, trauma, politics, protective LQR, protective LWJ, protective WWX, LQR centric, whump, angst)

Warming up (to him) by barisan (T, 9k, LQR & WWX, bg wangxian, hypothermia, cloud recesses study era, temporary character death, YZY abuses WWX, not JFM friendly, good uncle LQR, angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort)

Holding shreds by barisan (T, 5k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, No Sunshot Campaign, Body Swap, Not for sexy shenanigans, Chronic Pain, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, POV WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jiāng Family Bashing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Smart WWX)

In which Lan Qiren eavesdrops and gets a new nephew (and grandnephew) out of it by h0peless_oblivion (M, 64k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, High School, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Mpreg, Teen Pregnancy, Shotgun Wedding, Good Uncle LQR, Madam Yu’s A+ Parenting, Fluff and Angst, Family Feels, Unspecified Setting, Probably ooc, WWX Has ADHD, A-Yuan is Wangxian’s son, Pregnant WWX, Humor, non-graphic birth, Family Drama, The Lans love wwx, Male Lactation, Mild Smut in later chapters, wangxian’s canonical breeding kink, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

Menace by MnemonicMadness (T, 7k, LQR & WWX WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt WWX, BAMF WWX, Downplaying an Injury, awkward comforter LQR, reluctant matchmaker LQR, Humor, Pining WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Self-Sacrificing WWX, POV LQR, LQR is stressed, And also secretly a softie, Post-Canon) where LQR deals with an injured WWX, not exactly what you maybe looking for but LQR ends up being fond of WWX at the end.

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2. heyyy frens, iitmf a fic where teen lz is all shy and suffering during cloud recess study arc bc he cant deal with his feelings for wy!! something like Marry In and one four three Thank you! 🤍🫶🏼

Three changes. by orange_crushed (M, 18k, wangxian, fluff, hijinks & shenanigans, cloud recesses shenanigans, no war au, everyone lives au, romantic comedy, fade to black, friends to lovers, falling in love, harm to animals, non-graphic violence, sparring, developing friendships, hurt/comfort, first time) suffering teen lan zhan

it's just (aah) a little crush (crush!) by sweetlolixo (T, 9k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Romance, Fluff, Pining LWJ, Humor, Courting Rituals, Teen Wangxian) which is part of a teen!wangxian collection if they would like to check it out

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3. Hello!!! For the next itmf I was wondering if there's any good sci-fi wangxian fics you could recommend?

Built On Hope by Alaceron (G, 2k, wangxian, star wars au)

Duel of the Twins by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 29k, WIP, WangXian, Star Wars Setting, Science Fiction, each chapter is intended to be a whole movie within a trilogy, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, mild body horror, Mentions of Suicide, But only in passing, please take that major character death warning seriously, Angst with a Happy Ending, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Angst)

is space considered sci fi? if so, I have a space collection of wangxian fics that I recommend!

the best good thing by almostsophie1 (T, 12k, WangXian, Space, Post-Apocalypse, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hurt/Comfort)

Stars bring us apart (Stars pull us together) by Sixlayerhouse (sixlayerhouse) (E, 124k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, (Vaguely) Star Trek AU, Canon-Typical Violence, Psychological Trauma, PTSD, Body modifications, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Recovery, married!wangxian)

After the world ended (Heart to Heart) by LilyMaxwell (T, 9k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, Science Fiction, Time Travel, apocalyptic setting, Bionic LWJ, Strangers to Lovers, Sibling Love, Hurt/Comfort, Healing)

circles by bleuett (M, 21k, WangXian, Space, Sunshot Campaign, Time Travel, kind of, Grief/Mourning, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Intimacy, Reunions, Slight Body Modification, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Injuries, Unconventional Time Travel)

From the Ashes by mostlynonsense (travelingpsycho) (E, 83k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Science Fiction, Slow Burn, Found Family, Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, IN SPACE!, Space)

The Terminus of Gravity by feralhypertext (M, 28k, WangXian, Space, Canon-Typical Violence, Interplanetary Travel, Epistolary, (by way of transmissions instead of letters))

I will be chasing a starlight by feyburner, sundiscus (E, 71k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Vulcan LWJ, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pon Farr, Mind Meld, Fuck Or Die, Anal Sex, Hurt/Comfort)

every time we touch (i get this feeling) by celerydragon (E, 16k, WangXian, PWP, but with plot, Tentacles, lwj is a alien and he has tentacles, Voice Kink, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Psychic Bond, Light Bondage, Teratophillia, this sounds scary but i swear it is so soft, Fluff, Pining, but like, Horny Pining, Sexual Tension, crab hate, Telepathy, magical transformation, Consentacles, Aliens, Alien Sex, Alien Biology, Alien Culture, Interspecies Romance, Alien Cultural Differences)

fly me home by bleuett (M, 16k, WangXian, Space, Science Fiction, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Humor, Light Angst, Pining, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Major Character Injury, but everyone's okay!)

Among Us by misbehavingvigilante (E, 50k, WangXian, Among Us (Video Game) Setting, Alien Sex, Breeding, Eggpreg, Tentacles, Consensual Non-Consent, Dubious Consent, They're both into it but yeah, Cannibalism, The dove is dead but in the Addams Family type of way)

the red dark shifting by typefortydeductions (E, 15k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Ambiguous/Open Ending, But it will be ok, PTSD, Nightmares, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Mild Gore, Tarsus IV, mentions of medical procedures, attempting to accept the love you deserve, pangs!)

when we end the war by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 41k, WangXian, Science Fiction, Psychics/Psionics, Robots & Androids, Artificial Intelligence, Science Fantasy, POV Multiple, Major Character Injury, Canon Temporary Character Death, Glove Kink, Fingers In Mouths, Getting Back Together, Self-Sacrifice, Strangers to Lovers to Estranged Lovers to Lovers Again, LWJ is a psychic, WWX is resurrected in an android body (it's complicated), Background space politics because wangxian get to sit out space sunshot, Dubious Science, dubious medical ethics, Sexual Dysfunction, Mild Breathplay, Murder by a technicality)

some lovely, perilous thing by varnes (E, 24k, WangXian, Inception Fusion, Criminal Associates To Lovers, Heist, Case Fic)

A Cyborg’s Three Laws by @joshua-beeking, FairyGardenCorgis (M, 194k, WangXian, Future, Cyborgs, Science Fiction, Science Boyfriends, Romance, Slow Burn, Medical Procedures, Surgery, Angst, Fluff, Humor, Eventual Smut, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ has RA, Idiot Friends to Idiot Lovers, Medical Assault, Dehumanization, obscene amounts of cuddling, Versatile wangxian)

Burn the Land and Boil the Sea (You Can’t Take My Son from Me) by PolkaDotDragon (M, 91k, wangxian, WIP, futuristic, Firefly fusion)

Command Me Gently by DyeingRoses (M, 16k, wangxian, Pacific Rim fusion, eventual happy ending, slow burn)

NOSTOS by animediac (M, 42k, wangxian, Pacific Rim fusion, non-linear narrative, grief/mourning, angst w/ happy ending, the drift, sparring, hurt/comfort)

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4. Hi! Lovely job with the blog!!! For the next itmf I’m looking for

A) future!wangxian meeting past!wangxian or smth along those lines, and

B) some good Case fics in which wangxian get together. Canon era if you can!Thanks a lot for all the hard work!!!!!! xoxo

4A)

The future is fast coming for you by Aki_no_hikari (G, 6k, WangXian, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, awkward teenage wangxian and lovingly married wangxian both in the same fic!, Married Couple)

The Young, the Horny, the Jaded and the Jade: Partners in Time by Admiranda (M, 49k, WIP, WangXian, Established couple, Crossover, road trip with your older selves, teasing your younger selves about their obvious crushes, yin iron does yin iron things, mdzs/cql crossover, adult wangxian, Teenage Wangxian) (Link in #7A)

4B)

Thirty-three Lashes by Winglesss (E, 56k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Modern with Magic, Immortality, Reincarnation, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nightmares, Ghosts, Curses, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Major Character Injury, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Memory Loss)

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

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic (E, 30k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Curses, Pining, Getting Together, Time Travel, Hurt wwx, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Depression and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, gratuitous use of empathy)

Yiling Patriarch Gone Missing, or: a series of missing person cases by oyan (T, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon, Case Fic-s as in plural, Each chapter is a case of its own, Fluff, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery, Body Dysphoria, Slow Burn, Oblivious WWX, WWX Lacks Self-Preservation Instincts, Petty LWJ, Protective LWJ, Protective JC, pining with a happy ending, yunmeng bros reconciliation, Rabbit Shenanigans, paperman shenanigans, Eventual relationship, Protective JL) It’s a wip, but from what I know chapter 2 will come out soon. And every chapter is it’s own case, so they can be read independently

爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 68k, WangXian, Case Fic, Blood and Injury, Demons, Body Horror, Mystery)

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

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)

And I Will Call You Home by Spodumene (E, 42k, WangXian, Case Fic, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Ghosts, Suicide, Explicit Sexual Content, Attempted Sexual Assault, LWJ whump, Original Character Death(s))

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5. For an upcoming itmf, I'd love some recs of both WWX & LWJ as kids - like, together. They could A) meet and spend time or grow up together as kids, or B) both be de-aged and they have to survive that or the juniors or whoever have to wrangle both of them. Not picky. Thanks!

5A)

a convergence of lightning by Stratisphyre (T, 33k, CSSR/LQR/WCZ, Modern with Magic, Grief/Mourning, loss of a parent, Falling In Love, Polyamory, Parenthood, Kid Fic, Qingheng-jun’s A+ Parenting, Hurt/Comfort, the Non-Existent Lan Alcohol Tolerance, Love Confessions)

good morning sunlight Series by Stratisphyre (T, 24k, CSSR/LQR/WCZ, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Past Child Abuse, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Parenthood, Accidental Gege Acquisition, Parenting Feels, Sexist Language, Minor violence against women, Teenage kissing, Minor Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mostly Fluff, Family Feels)

When we were small by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 7k, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LQR & WWX, implied WangXian, LQR & JFM, Modern AU, Kid Fic, Good Uncle LQR, Neurodivergent LWJ, Baby LWJ, Baby WWX, Parenthood, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, POV LQR, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

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6. Thank you for all your hard work ※(^o^)/※. Not that long ago there was a request for whump WWX, I'm in the mood for whump/sad bunny/hurt the pretty swan LWJ. My only requirement is no forced sex work and WWX must end up happy either with or w/o LWJ (he can end up miserable 'cuz he should suffer for his bad decisions and karma is a lovely lady why thrives on vengeance). - I'm in an anti-Lan mood, what can I say ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. tyty. @ck90

happy and beautiful by nienie (T, 1k, XianMian, One-sided WangXian, Modern AU, Jealousy, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Sad, Weddings)

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7. Hiiiiiii you’re doing gods work here lemme tell you! Anyways I’m looking for two different type of fics,

A) First, one where cql!wangxian meet book!wangxian

B) Second, one where wangxian are like the bestest of friends before getting into a relationship. Like, package deal. Like, we’ve got inside jokes. That kind of thing. Kinda developing relationship bff to lovers. (Canon era would be very appreciated!)

Thank you!!!

7A)

We always get what we deserve!(Doesn't matter even if you think you don't deserve it. Fate has mysterious ways!) by Ajareenlovesbtsandshinee (Not Rated, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon, CQL WWX and MDZS WWX Exchange places, Happy Ending, Post-Canon Fix-It)

💙 feel better love by Anonymous (T, 8k, WIP, WangXian, implied WangXianXian, Post-Canon, Crack Treated Somewhat Seriously, in a haha jk...unless? way, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crack, Crossover)

Key Differences by pupeez4eva (T, 5k, WangXian, Humor, Dimension Travel, Crossover, Drama!WWX meets Novel!WWX, Public Confessions, Post-Canon)

7B)

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)

Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart by Alaceron (T, 27k, WangXian, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Oblivious WWX)

The Mistletoe Virgin by Vamillepudding (G, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Romantic Comedy, Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Deaf LWH, Christmas)

spoke like we meant it by BlackWiresOnHerHead (T, 10k, wangxian, modern, 5+1, fluff, friends to lovers, getting together, pining, cuddling, accidental confession, humor, abandonment issues, light angst)

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8. Principal lan zhan lan wangji ff you know recommend link

our substitute teacher is the yiling laozu (?!) by Mamoonde (T, 13k, WIP, WangXian, Teacher!WWX, Headmaster!LWJ, Historical Fantasy, Cultivation School/Boarding School AU, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Fluff, Humor, Angst, BAMF WWX) Hi!!! For the one that ask for principle lwj, i finally found the one that i have read. I don't know if this fit with what you imagine because the focus of the story is not lwj

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9. Hi. I wanna know if there are any fics where wwx and nhs had something going on between them or just fooled around a little when they were in cloud recesses. Wangxian endgame preferably but not required. No pwp please and thank you

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10. Hi, do you know any fanfics where jiang cheng and wei wuxian like are brothers and lan xichen and lan wangji start to fall inlove w/ them??? @rinlee404

You & Me Baby, We'll Eclipse The Sun Series by 2501987 (M/E, 130k, WangXian, XiCheng, MIND THE TAGS, Modern AU, Mafia, Murder husbands, Torture, Possessive Behavior, Blood and Violence, Older JC, Younger WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Dark)

whatever comes of you and me (I'd love to leave my memory with you) by sami (E, 12k, XiCheng, WangXian, references to past emotional manipulation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Recovery, Family, Brotherhood, Correcting for Poor Interfamily Communication, JFM's A+ parenting, Not MY Friendly, Not JFM Friendly, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending) might fit the brother wwx and jc falling in love with brothers lwj and lxc

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11. I'm just wondering - and feel free to delete this if you guys want! - but would the mods be willing to share their number one fic with us? Like the one they re-read again and again, or the first fic they'd recommend to someone just getting into the fic side of fandom? I was just re-reading 'I Started From the Bottom...' and 'Lynchpin' and thinking about the first that I've reread so far and got curious... but no pressure! @katonahottinroof

Mod L: Ooof, this was a hard one, I was very torn between these two that came to mind right away

💖 From the Future for the Past by friedchickenlord (G, 27k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, first love, love confessions, fluff & humor, denial, pining, happy ending) I think I might have read this one once or twice or dozen times 😂 It never fails to lift my mood

💖 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, immortal WWX, slow burn, pining, arranged marriages) This one is a lengthier one but I love it to bits. It perhaps isn't a fic to start your fic journey with and definitely a rollercoaster of emotion. I love to reread my favorite bits every once in a while

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 548k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement) (link in #1) I know I rec this fic a lot but it really is one of my favorites right now ^^ - Mod C

🧡 close your eyes, feel my heartbeat by ThatDesiGirl (T, 11k, WangXian, blind!WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rewriting Canon, not a fix-it but a what-if, Golden Core Transfer, Romance, Pining) I also really love this fic. - Mod C

🧡 I Don't Want to Debut! by countingcr0ws (G, 56k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality show, Idols, Actor LWJ, Forced Contestant WWX, Tencent's 2021 Idol Producer) to be honest, Modern AU's might help if you are just getting into a fandom, since you won't need to know much about the Canon plot to understand them. Here's a Modern AU fic that I enjoyed reading ☺️ - Mod C

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12. I saw the recent ask about Silk & Satin and of course it intrigued me so I started reading it and BAM I was hit with the feels over Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian teaming up to raise Jin Ling. And so I ask, ITMF other fic recs focusing on JC and WWX raising Jin Ling? Can be canon or modern. Thank you!

To lurk, to lie in wait by trippednfell (M, 124k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Huli Jing, strangers to co-parents to lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Dragons, Kid Fic, teenage juniors, background NieLan, Angst with a Happy Ending, Case Fic, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Fox Spirit WWX, Dragon LWJ, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author's Note) is the closest thing I can think of, though the requested relationship isn't the primary focus, it still plays a decent part

The Way of the Golden Lotus by DizziDreams (M, 70k, WangXian, Kidfic, the juniors are here!, plus a-qing!, Modern AU, Martial Arts, Wushu, Kung Fu, martial arts instructor!lwj, WWX and JC coparenting, everybody is dads, a canon number of orphans, preteen!Juniors, Light Angst, America, Happy Ending, A tiny bit of smut if you squint (and like finger sucking))

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13. Hi! Any fics where wwx is addressed as lan-er-furen or lan-furen (in case it's sect leader lwj au)?

醉 | drunk; intoxication by sweetlolixo (E, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mythical Creature WWX, Besotted LWJ, Romance, Pregnant WWX, Fluff)

My Leaves Reach Ever for the Sun by nonplussed (T, 26k, WangXian, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fix-It, Crossdressing, Idiots in Love, Sharing a Bed, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, so much mutual pining, And yet, still not as much mutual pining as canon, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

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14. fics where wwx is sworn brotherhood with nmj and lxc? or nhs?

a star called sun by thelastdboy (E, 93k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Heavy Angst, Self-Worth issues, Amputation, Situational Mutism, Slow burn, Angst with a happy ending)

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15. Hi long time no see . I'm in the mood for a fic where

A) everyone is regretting their actions towards Wei Ying.

B) not main character but, protective/ bamf yanli who lover her younger brothers.

C) Wei Ying being the youngest and precious baby he is. Word count >8000 Preferably long ass fics✨ @whateverweilanlovechild

15C)

little a-ying by byeollie (Not Rated, 16k, WangXian, Curses, Age Regression/De-Aging, Fluff, Babysitting, lqr has a heart, Established Relationship, Junior Trio Dynamics, Unreliable Narrator, Family Feels, Found Family, Kinda, yunmeng bros reconciliation, Post-Canon, Mild Hurt/Comfort)

sugar stains by lanjingyeet (T, 18k, WangXian, Kid Fic, (kind of), General Shenanigans, Spirits, questionable parenting, junior trio on babysitting duty, Age Regression/De-Aging, Child WWX)

«shijie» by Anonymous (T, 15k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Protective JYL, Yílíng Matriarch JYL, Demonic Cultivator JYL, Sentient Burial Mounds, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Stabbing, Poisoning, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Protective LWJ, Protective LXC, Innocent WWX, Arranged Marriage, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Seizures)

Attempt the Impossible, Move Onwards by GeminiWillow (G, 37k, Kimetsu no Yaiba Setting, Angst, Blood and Violence, Brotherly Love, Sibling Love, Protective JC, Soft JC, Good Sibling JC, POV JC, JC Needs a Hug, JC-centric, Good Sibling WWX, Demon Slayer JC, Demon WWX, Good Older Sibling JYL, JC Has Self-Esteem Issues, Decent Parent YZY, Minor Character Death)

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16. hello, for the next itmf would you happen to know of any alpha/alpha wangxian fics with bottom wwx? fluffy, smutty, anything. preferably with happy endings if possible.

In This Reality (it could only be you) by Khashana (E, 5k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, fluff and porn, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Oblivious WWX, Lan Disciple WWX, very light somnophilia, blink and you miss it really, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Alpha-Alpha Sex, Rut Sex, Knotting, no dubcon, Alpha LWJ, Alpha WWX)

Rutbrain by catsandmaps (E, 6k, WangXian, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Rutting, Mildly Dubious Consent, because of said rut, Unreliable Narrator, Alpha/Alpha, Intercrural Sex, Spanking, Anal Sex, Convienant bottle of lube, that unconvienantly disappears again sorry lube lovers, Muzzle, Knotting, copious amounts of cum (honorable mention), Misunderstandings, Getting Together)

Yours Shamelessly by kmichee (E, 35k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha pairing, Alpha WWX, Alpha LWJ, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Scenting, Discrimination, letter writing, Courtship, Swordfighting, smut then fluff then smut then fluff, Epistolary, Alpha/Alpha, Rough Sex)

Habits of Defiance by Feynite (Not Rated, 5k, WIP, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, Alpha LWJ, Alpha WWX, Introspection, Homophobia, (of a sort), Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence)

Not Your Typical Alpha by Eudoxia (E, 14k, WangXian, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Female LWJ, Female WWX, Alpha LWJ, Alpha WWX, Intersex female alphas, Knotting, Knotting Dildos, Sex Toys, Awkward Sexual Situations, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Fisting, Biting, Spanking, Size Kink, Scent Kink, Spit Kink, Spit As Lube, lube as lube, Blow Jobs, Nipple Play, Lactation Kink, Come Inflation, Belly Bulge, pleasure dom lwj, Light Dom/sub, Cervix play, fantasizing about cervical penetration, Multiple Orgasms, WangXian Have a Breeding Kink, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Virginity Kink, Roommates/Housemates)

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17. Hiii, i hope y’all having a great day! For the next itmf: wei changze and cssr come back during the years where wwx is gone? I’d prefer if the three of them were able to meet again. Thanks! <3

An Inch of Grass, and All The Sunshine of Spring by ChilianXianzi (T, 1k, WIP, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, CSSR & LWJ & WCZ, canon divergence, time travel, grief/mourning, parent-child relationship, found family, fluff & angst)

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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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You Have My Attention: The Polin Fic 'Verse First Lines

Fanfic is no less valid in terms of the craft of writing than trad or indie published authors; we all have the same 26 letters to work with, and we all play with the same set of tools and narrative structures and devices. Which, naturally, includes first lines. So I had to catch readers too. How did I do it?

If she didn’t have to get another edition of Whistledown out this week, Penelope would have feigned illness to avoid attending the queen’s ball. Colin’s proclamation to Fife and the other eligible young men of the ton still rang in her ears. Are you mad? I would never dream of courting Penelope Featherington. Not in your wildest fantasies, Fife. To be in the same ballroom as Colin—not to mention Eloise, whose fury practically radiated from her person to such an extent that Violet Bridgerton had yet to introduce her to any eligible young man that night—was nearly unbearable. And yet Penelope was now secretly the sole earner of her household after Cousin Jack’s betrayal. Which was why she was glued to the wall of the queen’s ballroom near the table filled with refreshments, studiously avoiding looking at Colin or Eloise while she listened to the footmen murmur to each other about the sudden European trip on which one of Miss Goring’s younger sisters had embarked. The poor girl was not even out in society. Pen sighed to herself; this was not something she could print.

I Could Have Told You 'Bout The Long Nights (23924 words) by SometimesSheWritesLongIntoTheNight Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Characters: Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Lady Danbury (Bridgerton), Original Characters, Daphne Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Portia Featherington Additional Tags: Medical Procedures, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Trauma, Mild Gore, Angst with a Happy Ending, No beta we die like Edmund, Polin, Colin Bridgerton Being an Idiot, Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington-centric, Lady Whistledown - Freeform, mild violence Series: Part 1 of The Polin Fic 'Verse Summary: Colin and Penelope have yet to make up after his careless comments about courting. But when Lady Whistledown's identity places Penelope in a perilous position, Colin must sort out his own feelings for Pen…before it's too late.

Penelope jerked awake to the sound of watchmen’s bells and shouts, which were quickly echoed and amplified by the voices of their neighbors and servants. The bed flexed beneath her, and she shivered as the warmth of Colin’s bulk lifted from the mattress. She waited beneath the covers as she listened to the rustles and grumbles of Colin pulling on breeches and a shirt; if their butler didn’t knock to wake them, she wouldn’t need to— A sudden flurry of polite knocks sounded at their bedroom door.

Of Fire and Featheringtons (54838 words) by SometimesSheWritesLongIntoTheNight Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn, Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Polin - Relationship Characters: Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Original Characters, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Daphne Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Portia Featherington, Will Mondrich, Gregory Bridgerton, Lady Danbury (Bridgerton), Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Queen Charlotte (Bridgerton) Additional Tags: Fires, Fire-Related Injuries, Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington-centric, BAMF Penelope Featherington, mild violence, Lady Whistledown - Freeform, Protective Colin Bridgerton, Unhinged Colin Bridgerton, a bridgerton mystery, No beta we die like Edmund, Some Mild Blood, Mild Gore, fire deaths, children in peril, child fire deaths Series: Part 2 of The Polin Fic 'Verse Summary: When house fires threaten to bring Mayfair to its knees, Queen Charlotte puts Dame Penelope and Lady Danbury on the case. But twists, turns, questioned loyalties, and family ties will change Penelope and Colin's life once again--if they can survive the summer.

Penelope gasped in delight as Colin lifted her above his head and spun her, sending droplets of the Aegean Sea flying in an ever-widening circle about them. Each droplet sparkled red-orange in the sunset, embodying the ultimate marriage of water and fire. Between the scent of salt, silky texture of air against bare skin interrupted by the patter of warm water droplets, and rush of air through her loose curls, Penelope could have been flying through heaven. And yet as she fell and was crushed to Colin’s chest in a bear hug, both giggling helplessly, she listened to his heart beat in his chest and knew that should paradise call her then and there, she should rather be exactly where she was.

Lady Whistledown Returns (60424 words) by SometimesSheWritesLongIntoTheNight Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington Characters: Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Queen Charlotte, Daphne Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Eloise Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Threats of Violence, Aftermath of Violence, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Mild Gore, Polin, Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington-centric, Protective Anthony Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington - Freeform, Penelope Bridgerton - Freeform, Lady Whistledown - Freeform, Lady Whistledown Identity Reveal (Bridgerton), BAMF Penelope Featherington, carriage crash, injuries, some blood, Character Death, No beta we die like Edmund Series: Part 3 of The Polin Fic 'Verse Summary: Penelope and Colin have faced many challenges as a married couple, but few have been as persistent, pernicious, and perilous as the feud between Lady Whistledown and Queen Charlotte. As Charlotte's power begins to visibly wane, she will do whatever it takes to claw it back. When lines are crossed, Colin and Penelope will face their greatest challenge yet. This feud must end, but at what cost?

#polin #polin fanfiction #polin fanfic #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fic #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #penelope bridgerton

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