#tis unhinged hours my good bitches
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A day at quadrant: LN4
Author note: I don’t even know how to post anything on this and never wrote a fic but I hope this is good but I think it’s pretty shit and I haven’t finished it yet and if any writers want to use this idea you can for sure just @ me please oh and if you have feedback please let me know thanks xx
Lando x quadrant fem reader
Blurb: reader is a member of quadrant, she games most of the time but also likes f1 along with her best friend Ria bish. She is friends with all members at quadrant and finds it a good laugh with all her mates, but maybe her view of someone in particular is more than a mate..
Warnings: sexualising, swearing, mention of a gun, leaked tape, sad distraught reader, friends to maybe lovers if I make it a series? Smut-ish? If I missed any let me know (I don’t know how to do warnings sorry x)
I woke up late again today. The mornings aren’t made for me. I just can’t do it. I love the feeling of sinking into my bed for 20 hours. But I can’t today, I have 4 people with cameras recording waiting for me to bloody get up and start filming a video for quadrant. But I’m not complaining because this is my job and something I like to do. I try to be in most videos and do my part, but it’s not like Lando gets that mad if I miss a few videos, but from my fucked sleep schedule, I don’t think he will like if I miss another one after I skipped the last 3.
I realise the time and see Lando, Ria, Ethan, and Max spamming my phone to get on. Fucking hell. I don’t even think to get changed, i just checked all my lash extensions were on, tied up my hair, and brushed my teeth. I probably look like shit but I did this to myself. “Better late than never I guess” max says rudely to take the piss out of me. Everyone knows my bad sleep schedule and how moody I am in the morning and after he’s done that, I’m not having it.
“Sorry guys my alarm didn’t go off but I’m here now ahaha” you say trying not to make an unhinged comment to clap back at max. “Y/n girl I missed you where have u fucking been!” Ria says. Ria is my bitch, we ride together, we die together, Ria is my best friend. “Me too Ria!” I say back politely.
“Alright enough mucking about we have to record this video mate” Ethan jokingly says and makes Ria and I laugh. “What r we even playing again” i question. “we are playing gartic phone you muppet” Lando tries to say but starts laughing at Y/n. “Why r u laughing mate” I say confused then realise wtf I’m doing. I’m wearing my pajamas, not my normal pajamas my fucking tiny, tight lace top that could pass for a bra if you squint your eyes. It hits me and I shit myself realising I have a camera filming me and recording everything.
“Omg I’m so sorry fuck I forgot let me change” I panicked in saying quickly. “Who said to change” Lando bluntly says. I was stopped in your tracks. Excuse me? Lando? As if he just said that. “Um my tits are almost exposed on camera and i look like a hoe” I say. My manager is definitely gonna get me in trouble for that. “Woah y/n you fucking hottie” Ria says when she looks at me from my camera. I get nervous in my stomach and naturally run to go grab a hoodie, luckily i live in a small apartment so it didn’t take me long. “Um sorry guys sorry let’s just move on I forgot sorry sorry” i say nervously.
“Yeah alright let’s go I’ll send you the link Y/n” Ethan kindly says which is unlike him being a dickhead most of the time as a joke to piss me off. I like Ethan though I think he’s funny and actually caring about us all and our business. “So do we write a prompt then get someone else’s to draw and keep going” max says like he didn’t ask to play it. “Yeah but make it funny about us and f1 the viewers will fucking love it” Lando says. I still can’t believe what Lando said. I join the game and wait for everyone else to join. I started to feel the panic caving in on my chest and texted Lando.
lando wtf was that?
I send quickly
what was what?
He replied back
The fucking comment like I know I’m sorry and shouldn’t have worn that before chucking something on top but why did you say that Lando
I started to let everything out on accident, but I had every right to, he was my friend and said that I should not have changed from my top that was basically lingerie.
fuck I was just joking
He replied back bluntly.
Why do I feel sad that he said that. Did he think I looked bad in it? Did he think I was looking like a hoe? Fuck why did I talk to him like that he’s my boss!
“Alright we’re starting now lock in don’t say any dumb shit” Max says right before filming the intro and starting the game. I don’t know what prompt to write. Then I get an idea to do Ethan and ginge in the sauna with Lando from a video they did a week ago. I submit it and then recieve a prompt. I bursted out laughing when reading it in my head and looking at my atrocious drawing. It’s a drawing following the prompt of Max’s bunda blocking Landos old fiat jolly, but I drew their hair orange on accident. I kept playing the game and do a few more rounds and have a laugh until we stopped recording.
The rest of the day was pretty chill as I was tired and it was a week day so i stayed at home until I feel asleep watching a movie. I wanted to get sleep like I always do but extra sleep tonight because tomorrow we were all hanging out for lunch and a chat to talk about future video ideas. Was it bad I wanted to look really good? Surely not right?
I woke up and this time remembered to change my top. I picked out a cute off the shoulder knit long sleeve top and some jeans. They made me look good with my tanned skin and made me feel just as good. I straightened my hair, brushed my teeth, and did my makeup ready to go to the cafe we were meeting up at. We always watch the video our editor puts together while we meet up at the cafe spot every week, it’s basically a routine.
Ria and I hugged each other then went to the table both fashionably late. I saw Lando, Steve, Aarav, Max, and Ethan sitting there on the big table with two spots saved. One next to Steve, and one next to Lando. After my short blunt convo with Lando I decided I wanted to sit next to Steve, but that was overruled when Ria already sat down. Well fuck isn’t this awkward. Can I order a gun?
“Hi Y/n” he says looking at me. Why is my stomach already curling into a ball. “Um hi Lando” I say quietly. I am a bit too close to home for my liking as the table was a bit small but it’s fine. We all ordered our food and I ordered some avocado toast trying to be healthy and aesthetic knowing well I end up eating some of everyone else’s food lol. Lando like the child he is ordered pancakes.
“Im sorry about what i said yesterday, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything it just came out im sorry”. Lando says politely. Did I misinterpret his message? Why is he nice now? Why is my stomach tied up into knots? WHY AM I WEAK IN THE KNEES?
“Oh it’s all good I’m sorry idk why it didn’t click to change out of that fucking slutty top like a normal person” I blurt out. “Woah why are you so hard on yourself, calm down Y/n it’s completely fine and it was a nice top anyways, it looked good on you.” he said. EXCUSE ME? “Thanks?” I said confused. Thank fuck the food came otherwise I would have fainted at the awkwardness.
The food was good, Lando didn’t talk nor did I the rest of the lunch. Then we watched the video that came out. My heart sinks. The start of the video showing our cameras in the intro has me at the start or the whole morning, in that fucking top on YouTube. “Wait-fuck what why am I in there wearing that how did the editor get that clip it’s not even from the same time frame. I panicked. I was about to cry. All the comments were already flooding in hating on me saying I was attention seeking in that top. “Please get it down, please please ” I started crying already in Rias arms. Lando looked angry. “Who the fuck put that clip of her in it” he said angrily. He calls the editor who made the video on speaker. 0.00001 seconds after the editor answer Lando is already yelling.
“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU PUT THAT CLIP OF Y/N YOU DIDNT EVEN ASK HER OR CARE YOU PURPOSELY DID IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST DID! GET IT DOWN NOW”. Lando yells before hanging up knowing the editor got the message. I’m are still shaking and trying to not bawl your eyes out with just a few tears. “Lando it’s my fault you didn’t have to yell at him like that sorry” i say weakly. “NO ITS NOT YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT WAS FILMED AND CLIPPED YET AND HE PURPOSELY DID IT, ITS LIKE HE WANTED TO HURT YOU. FUCKING DICKHEAD”. Lando yells. Out of instinct i just run and give him a long hug. My head sinks to his chest. He holds me tightly as i hold onto him for a while.
I go back to your apartment that night. I’m just sad. Especially after reading all those comments about me. I try to ignore them all but they keep flooding in like rapid fire. I automatically give in and go on my phone. But to my confusion I’m getting tagged on twitter instead.
Fucking hell. When I thought this couldn’t get worse.
There is a video going around with hundreds of thousand of retweets already. It’s a sex tape of a girl which confuses me so I click onto it. Oh my god. It’s a deep fake of my face and that lacy bra thing on a random sex tape. I can’t do this anymore. I wish I didn’t exist. Naturally i call our quadrant group chat. Everyone answers immediately leaving me to realise they have seen it too. “Guys, I am fired” I say while bawling my eyes out. “Y/N I’m coming now with Lando” Ria says while in her car on her way to my apartment. I can’t even process what Ethan and Steve are saying cause my mind is just blurry and I’m a mess.
5 minutes later a knock is on my door and it’s Ria with Lando. I just cry in her arms and start rambling on about how my life is over. “Y/n that editor is going to jail, the YouTube vid is down and all of our socials are deactivated for now, talk to us if you need now” Lando says calmly to me. I just hug him tightly. “Can you tell everyone that’s obviously not me please” I say weakly. Ria is making me mac and cheese cause she knows it’s my favourite. “Of course I will and I will get this fixed Y/n for now just let us take care of you and get better.” Lando says. His touch is making me feel better if I’m being honest. “Thanks guys for coming over tonight, can you guys stay I’ll sleep on the couch and you guys take my bed” I say calmly as I’m starting to get her my bearings and feel a little better about everything.
“You’re not sleeping on the couch.” Lando and Ria both say straight away after my words. “Lando has a race next week so he should fuck his back up on the couch again like he did that one night he got drunk at the club last month” Ria says jokingly. “Is it okay if I’m in the bed with you?” Lando says maturely (shocking I know). “Yeah it’s fine if it is fine with you” I say back. “Yes it’s completely fine.” Lando replied quickly. I go to change into my pajamas. I see that bloody top. I don’t think twice after ripping it into pieces with my hands and teeth before chucking it out. “Fuck that ahahha” I said laughing as all the lace misses the bin but I ignore it. Ria Lando and I all start watching a movie together, Ria asks me which movie and I try to think of a normal movie I want to watch but I’m not sure why ratatouille is speaking out to me but I choose ratatouille like the wise mature person I am. Lando starts laughing obnoxiously which makes Ria and I start to as well. “It’s a good fucking movie shut up” I say defending myself laughing.
We are watching ratatoullie all together while I’m snuggled up in between Ria and Lando feelin comfortable and safe. My mind starts to forget a little bit about the stupid video situation. I don’t know why but my legs somehow ended up over landos. Whoopsies. I feel happy and safe with him, he had always been a good friend to me and always fun to be around. We all get tired after the movie ends and go to bed to sleep, well Ria goes to the couch to sleep.
Something inside of me wishes this isn’t the last time Lando is in my bed..
Should I finish this idk what I’m doing but I myself am going to bed too xx - author
thanks to these lovely authors who inspired me to write ahahahha:
@mariahcarreyyy @f1goat @uglyducklingofthe2000s @vivwritesfics
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May i ask for clavis x fem reader prompt 50 🥰❤️?
(surprise surprise! Another Clavis Fic! And now that I know how truly unhinged my beloved can be...😈)
50. I want it all.
Your time as Belle was coming to an end, just in time for you to realize how deeply in love with Prince Clavis you'd become. Clause 99 was looming over your shoulder, and even if it wasn't, a part of you felt that while he found you "entertaining" right now, eventually he'd grow tired of you. So you decided to take matters into your own hands, and avoid him until you left the castle.
Bad call.
You woke up tied to your desk chair, Clavis sitting across from you in another chair, reading the book you were in the middle of. You had no idea how he managed to move you from your bed and tie you up without waking you, but you weren't going to ask, because the best way to get an adrenaline junkie to leave you alone is to ignore them, and make it boring for them.
"You're awake," he grinned, and turned his chair so that he could rest his arms on the back. He raised an eyebrow when you didn't respond.
"Still ignoring me, are we? Too bad," he lit a candle that was on a table next to him, then opened your book to where your bookmark was. He hummed, made direct eye contact, and tore the page out of the book. As you gasped he held his face neutral and held the page over the candle's flame.
"Are you ready to talk?" He asked. You were too shocked to respond, and he hummed a "too bad", before ripping out the next page, and repeating the motion.
"Did you really think you'd get a response from me by destroying my book?" You cried finally.
He grinned and turned the book to face you. That's when you noticed the pages were empty. He removed the book jacket to reveal it was a plain notebook.
"Son of a bitch," you started struggling in your chair as he laughed.
"Talking to me now?" He smirked. "I'm not stupid enough to destroy your real book, I don't want you to hate me."
"What do you want then?" You growled, and his face grew serious.
"What do I want? You seriously don't know? I want it all!" He stood from his chair and knelt before you, folding his arms on your knees and resting his head on them while he looked up at you in total adoration.
"I want your heart, your affection, your time. I want to be the first person you think of in the morning, and the last person you think of at night. I want to be the one you tell your good news to, and the one you come to when you need comfort from the bad."
He stood up and cupped your cheeks softly, golden eyes boring into yours. "Most of all, I want your love."
He leaned in like he was going to kiss you, and you felt your eyes flutter closed on instinct, you felt his warm breath on your lips as he whispered, "But I can't have any of that if you keep ignoring me."
He pulled away with a smug smile. You didn't know if you wanted to slap it or kiss it off his face, but that smug smile had to go one way or another.
"Why don't you untie me, so we can talk?" You said sweetly as he grinned.
"No I think I'll leave you to your thoughts," he gave a deep bow and began slowly backing out of the room.
"How about you come a little closer?"
"No no, I'll give you some space," he gave a final salute as he opened the door. "I'll see you in a couple hours."
Then he left, his beautiful, infuriating, laugh following him. Rio would come to check on you soon, and when he did, you were going to hunt a Prince.
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Oh look, Max being unhinged again lol; CW: Uhhhhh Max rambling about fireants being poured onto somebody's crotch and also talking about drilling though his own head with morbid curiousity in the second one... (So...Max being Max lol...)
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Sharky: So yeah, i feel like that's part of why the 2nd movies the strongest in the trilogy yknow?
Sharky: It does such a good amazing job of pushing the plot along from the first movie, it's such good storytelling.
Max: ykniw what would vbe real cock and ball torture????
Kristy: …..What?
Sharky: Max, stfu, talking about movies rn
Max: if you were tied down and somebody pourred a bucket of fire ants on your lap
Max: i would juat ask for euthanasia at that point
Sharky: I fucking hate you because i physically could imagine that, fuck you Max, oh god, my skin is fucking crawling
Max: crawlinh like a fire ant swarm ey?
Sharky: SHUT THE HELL UP, GODDAMNIT
Kristy: …….I think i would throw myself out the window if an entire hoard of ants were thrown on me because i just…that's too much, oh god…
Max: ants are friends sometines but not when put into a bucket and poured onto your crotch
[Maxy Maxwell has been banned from the chat]
Sharky: I SAID STFU, DID YOU NOT HEAR ME???
[MaximumMaxwell has joined the chat]
Max: but what if it was termites instead? Or you were trapped in a room with wasps? Huh? What then???
Kristy: Max stfu for 5 minutes impossible challenge
Max: it is impossible cuz i'm enjoying this way too much cuz i'm bored as shit lol
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Kristy: Ok! So!
Kristy: has anybody come up with any ideas of what we can do for the mission or?
Max: if you stuckk a drill im your ear and turned it on, would you be able to scramble your brain or even get fo your skull? Or would all your internal ear shit keep ylu fro.m doing that?
Kristy: ……..
Kristy: Max?
Max: yes uwu?
Kristy: tf is wrong with you?
Max: hold on, i ca. Go get the lisg if you want but i warn you it is over 500 pages
Sharky: I was asleep and my phone kept fucking buzzing and woke me up.
Sharky: I now regret waking up having read this Max, i am going back to sleep so i can hopefully wake up with 0 memories of you asking that.
Max: Can i have an answet tho or???
Max: my theroy is thay you could probably drill through your inned ear shit and then get to the skull and maybe drill in some but i don't know if the drill would be able to go much farthsr in (im talkin like a normal ass basic bitch powerdrill, nothing too crazy)
Max: I also thinl you'd permanently fuck your hearing up, if not just making you deaf in a very fuxkin painful way so i do not recommend trying despite me being very curious hmmmm
Sharky: Good news, i am not about to fucking do that crazyass shit. I am instead muting my phone and sleeping again since i did not sleep well last night.
Kristy: But wait!!! The mission!!!!
Sharky: The one time i'm self caring and you still wanna go off about the mission?
Sharky: look, i'm napping for like 2 or 3 hours, i will be back in a bit to talk about it, just please, i wanna rest a bit.
Max: What if you drilled through your eyeball tho? Could you drill into your brain that way? That might be easier tbh
Sharky: Yeah, that's my que, laters, i am not dealing with this rn…
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Max needs to stop fdsjhkfdhfdhfdjkhjf but uhhhhh he never will so...Yknow lol...
Max is the guy who will be up at like 4 in the morning wondering if you could set fireworks off with a taser, this man needs help lol...
Hoping this one doesn't get me in trouble but uhhhh i kinda doubt it...hrmmmm anxiety
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After having a shitty day at work my one remaining brain cell decided to start continuing on w your villain hcs for our favorite murder ladies. Maybe Kassandra would be Deimos in this situation or an extremely bloodthirsty and law breaking mercenary, Eivor either an Order member or a brutal warlord? and I can't think of anything for Soma rn
Love me some evil murder ladies and thinking about all of the bad things they could and would do for me bc they love me 🥺
That and a mechanic au bc I have to take my car to an auto shop to get it fixed and like women fixing cars? Attractive and I would gladly listen to them explain literally anything about a car
Murder ladies best ladies 🥺
Yeah personally I can never picture Kassandra as Deimos, because that would imply Alexios is the Eagle-Bearer and he gives me the biggest ick conceivable. He doesn't deserve that title. Stinky.
So let's talk irredeemably evil women who care about one person and that's you 🥰 Minors don't even think about touching the cut
(it should be said that there is a lot of violence under the cut - torture, disembowelment, scalping in slight detail - and of course it isn’t healthy knowingly taking an evil woman for a lover, not that it would stop us lmaooo. but please read at your own discretion)
Kassandra:
The most feared mercenary in Greece. She excels at what she does, but she enjoys the bloodier contracts a lot more than what’s healthy. The sounds of snapping bones and the squelch of a blade cutting through flesh bring a smile to her face. Her crew aboard the Adrestia fears her, and the shadier figures around the country struggle to sleep with the looming possibility of waking to her spear.
The only exemption from her depravity is you: you’re the brightest ray of light in Kassandra’s life. Her blood-money ensures you can live safely and comfortably without ever having to lift a finger. A part of her wants to stow you away in a cosy palace on an island so you would never have to witness the atrocities she commits, but you’d both miss each other terribly. Instead, she has a small house on every island for when you aren’t sailing.
But with her notoriety comes enemies. People want her dead, but are too afraid to instigate a hit on her. Anyone who tried didn’t live long enough to tell the tale. So one day, a corrupt man with far too much money and influence thought it wise to lure Kassandra into a trap. He hired a group to kidnap her one weakness, tying you up in a dingy cave, instructing messengers to leave subtle clues on your whereabouts. With a harsh grip on your hair, he promised that if she didn’t show up soon, he’d start hurting you. The array of tools atop a nearby boulder told you all you needed to know about his candour.
Oh, she showed up alright.
Kassandra is a smart woman. Any soul guarding the entrance to the cave was snuffed out before they could blink. They died far too swiftly for her liking, but your safety was her priority. When she found you in the cave, tears streaming down your cheeks with the conspirer’s knife grazing your skin, the final tether of her patience snapped. She shot his hand with her bow, then his knee, before slicing the heels of every other guard and binding their wrists. With them incapacitated, she turned her full attention back to the man about to hurt you, stabbing him over and over and over and over until his blood drenched her face.
When the - now rather literal - red mist dissipated, she didn’t waste a second before enveloping you in her arms, stroking your hair and kissing your temple firmly, whispering how worried she was and urgently asking if they hurt you in any way, tears pricking the corners of her eyes because she was scared. After checking you over, kissing you one or two or a dozen more times, she scooped you up and carried you back to her ship, lying you down and staying with you while you got some food in your belly, not quite ready to leave you alone. She orders her crew to lug the immobile guards back to her ship.
That night, Tartarus is unleashed upon the deck of the Adrestia. She took her time torturing the men who tried to harm you in a plethora of ways for her own amusement until they were crying in puddles of their own blood and piss.
Their wails of agony woke you from your light slumber. It was a cold night and Kassandra didn’t come to bed with you, so you woke up uneasy, still shaken from the incident and unable to feel safe without your misthios’ protective embrace. You knew she didn’t like to be disturbed when “working”, but you needed her.
The moment you asked in your sweet, slightly frightened voice for her to come to bed with you, she dropped her weapon. You never had to explain yourself to her; you shared a soul, you being the good and her being the bad. Her current subject had his neck snapped - the most mercy she had shown anyone all year, really. And as she held you in the captain’s quarters, listening to your soft breathing, she swore she would double the pain she inflicted on those men for disturbing your peace with their incessant crying.
Eivor:
Oh, cruel warlord Eivor. The chieftain who raids with the drengir of her clan not for supplies for her settlement, but to hurt, to burn, to ravage people of their possessions and to hurt again. Her rule was that people had the chance to flee, and she and her men would respect their choice, but if anybody crossed her, they died.
Her title of the “Scourge of Mercia” wasn’t earned through the eradication of false kings. No, no, she purged the kingdom of anybody who dared stake a claim to a crown or sizeable plot of land, and thrived in the aftermath: a chaos-ridden, kingless land. She did debate taking the title of King for herself, but thought better of it; with kingship came taxes and politics, which left less time for raiding. Eivor liked to have fun, after all.
But that doesn’t mean she couldn’t have a queen. You were a princess, the stepdaughter of one of the “kings” she loathed particularly, about to be married off to some undeserving man. Eivor was smitten the second she laid eyes on you, when she was scouting your stepfather’s keep for infiltration points - your castle was well-fortified, and she wasn’t a fool, she would seize the land with as few casualties on her side as possible - and pledged to save you from your miserable fate. She courted you properly, not incapable of nobility herself, and swore to whisk you away before you were married. You fell for her alarmingly fast, even though she was a terrifying Pagan who you were raised in fear of. But nobody had made you feel loved before.
She stormed the castle on your wedding day. It was nothing short of a bloodbath, the decorative petals on the ground stained crimson with entrails scattered between them. You were crying at the altar, not out of fear, but because you thought Eivor had broken her promise and was about to desert you, leaving you to be married off. Gods, her heart shattered then and there. She dislodged her axe from somebody’s skull and ran to kiss you, ripping off your veil, reassuring you that she would never abandon you, that if you’d still have her she would make you so, so happy. Her men had never seen her so soft. They knew then and there that you were special and not to be trifled with.
As she carried you away from the carnage, she ordered her men to gather the blood of the castle army. She had Gunnar forge a necklace from the iron in the blood and weld a pendant to the centre: a hollow crystal that she filled with her own blood, so that she would always be close to your heart. When she asked you to marry her, she gave you the necklace. Your heart swelled, of course, but then your stomach dropped, thinking that you’d be expected to make yourself bleed for her in return. Eivor immediately put your nerves to rest, saying, “My sweet dove, for you to feel the slightest pain would pierce me like a knife. All I ask for is your love.”
But while she was sweet and tender with you, her foes outside of her clan (and the traitors within, moreover) were met with a sadist who tortured ruthlessly for her own entertainment. She preferred live targets to training dummies. She would read of a particularly creative method of torture or execution and be itching to try it. Her poems sung of the blood she spilled and the queen who knew nothing of her deplorable joys.
Well, sort of. You knew Eivor was well acquainted with torture, and assumed that the men she brutalised were holding incredibly important information. Not caring for details, you never asked what they did to be sobbing with dozens of carefully opened wounds. Raised a princess your whole life, you were terribly squeamish; upon witnessing your first Vikingr execution, you fainted at the sight. Eivor’s men caught you before you could hit the ground - they were like brothers to her, and wouldn’t risk you hitting your head. She paused the execution as soon as you were brought to her attention, leaving the traitor on the stand half-disembowelled, and carried you to bed, ensuring you were in the safe hands of the servants before resuming.
You mattered most. If there was an object your heart desired, you would get it. Growing up as royalty meant you rather fancied material possessions, which gave Eivor an excuse to raid, just to bring you beautiful jewellery and dresses and decorate your darling body with the spoils of war. She would take the pretty things by force if it came to it. Nobody, nothing, came in the way of seeing her wife smile.
Soma:
Conquest was never as important as kingdom to Soma. She cared deeply for Grantebridge...and that was it. The remainder of England lived as a collection of pawns for her to dispose of as she saw fit, and if a lord of some pathetic little shire thought to challenge her, she would send his people his head as a harsh reminder.
Her port thrived under her rule, and with a port comes trade. You were the handmaiden of an ostentatious merchant’s wife, abused and living in fear of her next command. Soma first saw you with a split lip, covered in bruises, trembling under the weight of her gaze, flinching the moment the woman opened her painted mouth. Her steel heart softened; she may have been nefarious, but the notion of forcing people into servitude made her blood boil.
The evening of your arrival, she managed to ease you out of the wretch’s grasp. She wrapped your quivering form in the bear’s fur draped across her shoulders as she cleaned your busted lip, asking how such a sweet little thing as yourself wound up in that old bitch’s hands. And you broke down, telling this stranger, who you knew hurt people, everything: how she beat you and broke your spirit with her words, and threatened to let her husband’s men do unspeakable things to you every time you misplaced so much as a strand of the hair she obsessed over.
Soma held you as you wept, infuriated by the words falling upon her ears. She offered you a new, free life, asking what your passions were, promising you the freedom to explore them without inhibition. She wanted to see the tender soul within you flourish, for a reason inexplicable to her.
That night, she told you to keep far away from the guest quarters where the merchant and your mistress slept. She gave you clean clothes and allowed you to sleep in her bed, where nobody would dare disturb your slumber - the first real bed you had slept on in a long time. Entering the guest bedchamber with a plan, she first took the eyes of the merchant - befitting of his apparent see-no-evil attitude - as to spare him from witnessing the wrath she was about to inflict upon his wife. She ripped the hair your mistress cared for so deeply from her skull, scalp and all, a feral glint in her eye as she sobbed in anguish. The couple, one blind and the other in blinding pain, were escorted to their ship during the night so the eyes of the town’s children would be spared.
You were kept awake by the sounds, and thought yourself diseased in the head for not being disturbed by her agonised screams. The Jarlskona would not want somebody so sick in her town, you thought, tears streaming down your cheeks. But Soma found you, apologising to you for her inconsideration. She embraced you as you were honest in your emotions, and she convinced you that you were the purest, loveliest soul to set foot in her town.
When Soma saw you sat bathed in the sun amidst a field of flowers, delicately weaving some into a crown, finally free from suffering, she was convinced you were a nymph who had wandered too far from the forest whence you came. You were the epitome of beauty, glowing in the sunlight. The gods had brought you to Grantebridge. She pledged to herself to take you as her bride. But you deserved to be treated with amity, so she courted you formally, never wanting to bring you discomfort. Birna and Lif joked that she had gone soft, to which she always grinned, but Galinn dared to speak against you, saying you were peasant blood and good for nothing but servitude. Her dagger shore open his throat faster than he could blink.
She now had one more reason to keep the port safe from plotters and bandits. Seeing you play with the town’s children, telling them Saxon tales of dragons and warlocks, lounging about the flowers and lending a hand whenever to help the port thrive filled her with more joy than bloodshed ever had. So she would annihilate those who threatened her town, torturing them for information on fellow conspirers, for your safety. But she would always wash her hands before caressing her darling, for you did not deserve to be tainted with the blood of filth.
( I could be persuaded to write smut snippets for each of the ladies with these depraved personas so do let me know if you would be interested <3 )
#tis unhinged hours my good bitches#so unhinged that i didn't proofread shit#murder murder ladies#❀ sugar and spice ❀#tw: blood#tw: gore#eivor x reader#soma x reader#kassandra x reader#eivor#eivor varinsdóttir#kassandra#kassandra of sparta#soma jarlskona#ac soma
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bad attitude | jjk | m
[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection. You can read it as a stand-alone though!
— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of.
— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry
— words; 7,2k
— author’s note; yes I started this with a meme and no I’m not okay. This is kind of chaotic tbh but I wanted to write something a bit more unhinged and lighthearted after all that drama from the third part of the series. This happens some time after bad reputation.
Also! Take a look at the text messages that brought them to this moment ;)
Probably one of the dumbest things that Jungkook had ever heard came from his roommate and childhood friend, Taehyung, after a few hours scrolling through Facebook with a blunt hanging from the corner of his lips. Taehyung was in the deep web equivalent of social media: entrepreneur pages, where young, overly-dressed men with obviously rented convertibles promised to teach gullible people how to become millionaires by working at home (if you only pay for their courses). Nevertheless, what started as an ironic scroll through shallow motivational quotes quickly escalated into a semi-believable, mostly high rant about the importance of controlling your inner demons, which Jungkook sadly had to endure, since he was the only person around and, therefore, his roommate's sole target.
Taehyung was high out of his mind, but it seemed as if he would be the last to get that memo: in his twisted conception, he was spilling the hottest of truths (and not the incoherent ramble that it really was). Fighting through Jungkook’s complaints and eye rolls, he simply went on and on about how the page “Alpha Billionaire 101” wasn’t really that off beat when they said that you do, in fact, have two wolves inside you — and the one you feed is the one that wins. Jungkook was basically disassociating by the point that Taehyung started drawing some graphs, looking fixedly at the two wolves on the screen of his computer (one written “success and drive” and the other one representing “failure and procrastination”) and wishing that the gods above would strike him down once and for all.
And why is that important? Well, because eventually Taehyung fell asleep and moved on with his life, only casually mentioning the other stuff he saw on that page, but his words stuck around, glued to the back of Jungkook’s head. Not because they held any sort of meaning, but because the wolf metaphor was just too stupid to forget. And that eventually caught up to Jungkook in the strangest, most unexpected of ways: with you and bondage being involved.
Now, Jungkook had two wolves inside of him: one was extremely laid back and barely cared about most things that happened, as long as he was having a good time. The second wolf was a bitter, prideful, egocentric, mean little thing that simply wouldn’t fold no matter how much the world wanted it to. And it was that second wolf that took him to that position: because Jungkook told you that he was positive, certain, a hundred percent sure that he’d never be like you and beg for something during sex.
Which made both of your wolves absolutely pissed.
“What the fuck…” he mumbled, looking up at your agile hands moving like wasps around his wrists. The room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that came from the window, but that wasn’t really the reason why his pupils were so blown-out. “Where did you learn to tie knots like this?”
You smiled, giving a last pull on the ropes to make sure they would stay still. Jungkook had been elated when you finally told him that you’d be willing to try it out bondage. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be the one getting tied up. “I was in the Girl Scouts,” you told him, sitting back against his thighs.
Jungkook scoffed, tugging at the ropes. They weren’t too tight, yet they burned his skin a bit — not an unwelcome feeling, but his mind wasn’t too focused on it. He had to live up to his own words. “Of course you were in the fucking Girl Scouts.” He rolled his eyes. “So, how long is this gonna take?”
His gaze followed as your hands unclasped your bra. Jungkook, who had already been stripped down to his boxers, could barely disguise the twitching of his eyebrows when your breasts finally came into view. The bra collapsed somewhere on the floor. “Depends on how long it takes for you to say it,” you reminded him.
Jungkook shifted around, gaze following the rise and fall of your chest. His hands struggled against the ropes, aching to touch your breasts, and you could notice the frustration blossoming at the back of his throat when he spoke up. “I’m not gonna say it.”
With a pout, you leaned back in, placing your hands on his broad chest for leverage. “Then it’s probably going to take a long time.” You blinked up at him, and there was a devilish glint in your eyes that he didn’t remember seeing before. He was doomed. “Comfortable?”
“Not at all,” he complained.
The smile you gifted him made his knees weak for a second. “Perfect.” Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair and eyes zeroing in on his mouth. “Now, be good and kiss me like you mean it, okay?”
Be good?
Jungkook didn’t get any time to digest your words before your mouth was pressing against his, enveloping him in your warmth — and suddenly he didn’t want to think about anything else. How could he? When you had your hands caressing his neck, with a soft sigh against his lips, there was nothing else in the world that could rob his attention.
In the end, past his brooding, unshakable persona, Jungkook was still a weak man when it came to you, he really was. It had become a natural, well-rehearsed reaction of his to explore your mouth with his tongue at every chance that he got; your lips slapping together as he groaned against you. The skin of his wrists was tingling, pressing hard against the ropes that held his hands back from exploring your body; from pulling you closer like he wanted to. Instead, he was at your mercy, following your own pace as you leaned your head to the side, fingers tugging on his hair as you sighed happily into the kiss.
It was exactly the way he liked: sensual, slow, messy; made his head spin when you rolled your clothed center on his erection before sucking on his tongue. Jungkook was sure that you were doing all that on purpose, riling him up as much as possible before finally touching him where he needed so much, and that was definitely going to be a problem.
In the back of his head, Jungkook was currently trying to decide if he hated Taehyung or not: the fact that his roommate had compulsively chosen to attend a party three hours away was the reason that you were there, kissing him like he was the air that you breathed, but also the reason why Jungkook had gotten tied up in the first place. If he had had a bit more time between texting you that he would never beg in sex (a very dumb, very unthought action), and the moment that you actually tried to make it happen, perhaps he would be able to convince you to step down from it. Perhaps he would realize that his prideful side was also really, really fucking stupid when it came to predicting his own limits.
Truth was: Jungkook was pretty much panicking when you moaned against his lips, because his cock was unbearably hard inside his underwear and he just knew that he would fold after some time. Especially when you were acting like that, like a demon trying to seduce him into selling his soul; a siren about to drag him to the abyssal depths of the ocean. He could barely follow what was happening.
Because of his dominating tendencies, Jungkook had never seen you showing your typical neurotic, controlling self during your sexual adventures — which was something he endlessly teased you for, but never thought it would actually have any sort of backlash. It seemed that both of you liked the usual dynamic (of Jungkook taking over) well enough and, yet, as he watched that sadistic expression monopolizing your features, he realized that maybe it was for the best. Maybe you had been training your whole life to perfect the masterful art of having things happening the way you wanted it, and maybe giving you the lead was one of the worst decisions he had made in some time.
As you pulled away, Jungkook chased after your mouth, managing to place another small kiss on your lips before the ropes held him back. “More,” he groaned.
The curve of your mouth was a wicked little thing, almost making him lose his composure for a second. “No, no more,” you were firm in your words. “Be patient.”
He huffed. “You only got an attitude because my hands are tied up.”
“I always have an attitude,” you were fast to correct, getting out of his lap. The lack of your warmth was instantly felt, made his chest heave in frustration as you sat down next to him. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot on his underwear that he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. “But, yeah, maybe I’m a little braver because of it.” Before he could muster up a response, one of your hands traveled between his thighs, faintly tracing its way up his skin. “And what are you going to do about it?”
Jungkook clenched his jaw — it was embarrassing how sensitive he was, goosebumps spreading through his legs. “Don’t tease."
“Or what?” A squeeze of his bulge was everything you need to make him shut up, his hips buckling up to meet your palm. Jungkook was hard and leaking, pulsating as you gave him a few, half-assed pumps through his underwear. A few seconds were more than enough to let him have his fun, it seemed, because you were soon removing your hand from his erection. “Now, stay still unless you want me to tie your feet too.”
He hissed at the lack of contact, but refused to complain about it out loud. You smiled at his reaction: Jungkook was so stubborn when it came to things like that, would never show you his weak, needy side so easily. But you were patient and, from what you had been told, you had all night to get your way.
Call it revenge, call it whatever: there was nothing that you wanted more than to see Jungkook bite back his own words and beg for you. It was an ego thing, perhaps, the mission to leave him just as overwhelmed and desperate as he had made you so many times in the past. Maybe you were a bit mean about it. But it was well deserved.
You took your time pulling one of his legs towards you, watching as his cock throbbed when you placed your body between his thighs. Jungkook could only think about how soft your mouth felt as you kissed up his thigh before, at last, you were nuzzling your face against his erection, placing kisses on his clothed member as your thumb pressed down on his sensitive tip. His breath grew irregular at the feeling, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as you looked up at him with that demonic smirk of yours, those big doe eyes that wiped his thoughts clean. Jungkook was absolutely fucked.
Luckily, he didn’t have to urge you further because, soon enough, you were pulling his underwear down, making it join your bra on his bedroom floor. Jungkook could’ve cried when you rolled your thumb over his crown, spreading his precum all over him, a delighted hum dripping past your throat. “You’re leaking,” you commented, eyes following the glistening of his reddened tip. He could only muster a raggedy, short sigh before you were talking again. “I can clean you up, don’t worry.”
Jungkook moaned out when you wrapped your lips around his cock, not hesitating much before you sank down on him. His head fell back when you started sucking, your cheeks hollowing out and tongue pressed flat against him. “God, your mouth feels so fucking perfect.” His hips thrusted up, but you had enough of a reflex to pull away before he managed to hit the back of your throat. “Take it deeper, baby, do it for me.”
But you did the opposite, removing him from your mouth. You glanced up at him with a disinterested look plastered all over your face, lips glossy with a beautiful mixture of your saliva and his wetness. Jungkook made a mental note to never forget that sight. “I don’t know if you understand what’s going on here, Jungkook.” You wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it twice. It felt good, but nothing compared to your mouth. “But it’s really not your place to tell me what to do right now. That’s not how it works.”
“Yeah?” He chuckled, eyebrows raised in a silent dare. “And what are you going to do about it?”
Poor decisions: Jungkook’s week was filled with poor decisions. Blame that unshakable arrogant side of his, blame his terribly constructed defense mechanisms; blame whatever it was that didn’t allow him to think clearly when you were so beautifully placed between his legs, but it seemed that he really thought it would be a good call to provoke you when you were already 1) deadset on making him embarrass himself 2) probably the best Girl Scout to ever tie a knot in history.
Jungkook was completely helpless: he knew that, you knew that. So the reason why he mocked you in such a position would forever be another mystery that science could never answer.
And the payback arrived soon enough. Jungkook only earned a few seconds of relaxation, staring at your impassive face, before your mouth was sinking back down around his member.
If Jungkook thought that you were teasing him before, now you were sucking him like you wanted him to cum in two seconds — hands pumping his length, playing with his balls, tip hitting your throat, tongue dragging against his slit: the four horsemen of your apocalyptic blowjob technique that got him seeing stars in no time. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” he moaned. He was sure his wrists would be all red in the following morning from the way he was mindlessly moving his arms around, his mind just so hyper-focused on the need to touch you, to pull your hair when you were wrapping around his cock so well. “Feels so fucking perfect.”
Then, as he was just about to tip over, you pulled away.
“No, what the fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, still unfocused and glazed-over. His body flinched at the interruption of his pleasure, and his cock throbbing against his pelvis, angry for attention. “Fuck, why did you stop?”
“That’s what I’m going to do about it.” You smiled, and Jungkook noticed that he was really playing a very dangerous game. In a span of two seconds, he asked himself if he was that mean to you, realized that he probably was, and came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t change anything about it. “Are you going to behave now, Jungkook?”
He groaned, fighting against the frustrated waves that overtook his body. His orgasm, before so close, had now been washed away, leaving him with a pulsating feeling inside his guts. “You’re pissing me off.”
“Likewise.” You tilted your head to the side, placing one hand on his thigh. “Now, stay still and do what I tell you to do. That’s the last time I’m asking.”
He frowned. “Or what?”
You blinked, pausing for a second. “Isn’t it obvious? Or I’m leaving you like this.”
Jungkook’s brain finally seemed to comprehend the fact that, sometimes, it’s better to keep your mouth shut. So, instead of saying something, he simply watched as you removed your underwear before sitting between his legs, your thighs over his.
Because you absolutely hated him, you had opened your legs wide, pussy on full display, as you used one hand to lean back against the mattress. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when you used two fingers to spread your folds apart. “Look,” you said, your breathy voice making something inside his chest switch. “I’m so wet.”
And wet you were. Jungkook exhaled, nostrils flaring. His mouth salivated at the thought of licking you clean, fingers growing white around the ropes. He never hated an object so hard in his life. “I can… I can see that.”
You giggled at the grogginess of his tone, dove into the satisfaction that came from his focused eyes on your soaked folds. A gentle suspire left you as your digits slipped up, covering your clit with your arousal before pressing down on it. You were acting up a bit, whining loudly at the feeling because you knew that it drove him crazy to hear you make sounds for him. “Jungkook…” you trailed off. You had to bite back a laugh when his stare snapped up at you, looking so overwhelmingly horny and pissed off at the same time — the duality of men. “Want to have you inside me.”
He exhaled heavily. “Do it,” he said and you allowed him to think that it was his order (and not your decision) that made you move.
Jungkook’s pupils were blown out in sheer desire, wanting to absorb every light that bounced off your soft skin when you lined yourself with his cock, covering his tip with your warm wetness, allowing it to rub between your folds. By the time that you sat down on him, he was dangerously close to cracking.
“Oh fuck.” His hips thrusted up, wanting to feel more of your tight walls around him. It was heaven and hell, just the way he loved it, but his delight wouldn’t last long. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”
“It does,” you agreed, but there was a teasing inflection in your tone that he did not miss. Soon, your fingers were back where they were before, circling your clit. “And I happen to know how to make it even better. For myself, at least.”
It took him a few moments to understand what was going on, but, once it clicked inside his head, he could’ve cried from frustration. “What are you doing?”
“Getting myself off.” You smiled — oh you were such a fucking demon, he thought, a trickster spirit that wouldn’t rest until he was begging you to let him cum. Worst part? He might as well do it. “You don’t mind, do you? I know you love to keep your cock inside me like this.”
They say that revenge is sweet and, as you saw the flash of desperation that crossed Jungkook’s face, you couldn’t agree more. “Aren’t… aren’t you going to move?” He tried.
You could tell that he was holding back from just thrusting up inside you, which was equally satisfying and arousing: maybe, just maybe, he was starting to learn one thing or two about following your orders. “Hmmm… not at all.” You smirked, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as you circled your sensitive spot just the right way. Jungkook followed the movement of your lips as if they were writing the secrets of the universe. “Not if you keep that attitude up.”
He frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching in frustration. From your peripheral vision, you could see his wrists vaguely struggling against your knots — humbly speaking, you were a great Girl Scout, the typical overachiever, and you were positive that they would hold up.
“You’re going to regret this later,” Jungkook warned, but his words didn’t even have the chance to affect you. One clenching of your walls around him was all that it took for his head to roll back, a deep grunt dripping from his mouth at the sensation. It was just enough to keep him dangling over the edge, but not even close to making him cum. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. Feels so fucking good.”
“I’m almost there, that’s why.” Your other hand slithered up your waist, cupping one of your breasts. Being a bit more theatrical than necessary (because you wanted to provoke him as much as you could), you gasped out his name as you rolled one nipple between your fingers, arching your back at the sensation. You swore you saw Jungkook’s eye twitch. “Gonna cum just like this. And you’re gonna be good and watch me.”
Again with that be good bullshit, again not giving him enough time to process it before you were timidly rolling your hips. “Baby,” he gasped. “This isn’t fair.”
“It isn’t,” you agreed, slightly breathless, your hand moving to play with your other breast. Jungkook followed the action like every part of you was magnetic, calling for his attention. “You do that to me all the time, though.”
He frowned. “But I let you fucking touch me.”
“How nice of you,” you sarcastically remarked. Another small roll of your hips made you gasp, fingers working faster around your clit. Teasing Jungkook got you shamefully turned on, it seemed, because you were just about to tip over the edge. “Fuck, feels so good.”
“It would feel so much better if you just— God, you’re so fucking wet,” his mind was barely functioning at that point, the heavenly feeling of your walls clenching around him was making him go insane. “Just ride my cock, baby.”
“No,” that simple word was like an arrow, shooting all his hopes down. Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to fight against the claustrophobic nature of his position. There was no way he could hold himself back, he thought, he would beg you as many times as he needed it that was what it took for him to finally cum. “I’m close, Kook.”
That whimpery, needy tone of yours would be the death of him one of those days. “I can fucking feel it,” he cursed. Jungkook just wanted to thrust inside your dripping pussy, make you cream his cock like you were made for it, but he knew that you would just stop everything again if he did so, and he seriously didn’t think he could take that. “S-Shit, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
But you had a good idea of how you were affecting him. Through parted lids, you watched as his face contorted in pleasure when you squeezed particularly tightly around him; a muffled sob perishing on his throat when you vaguely raised your hips. Jungkook was filling you up so perfectly, like he always did, and it was that amazing stretch of his cock inside you, combined with the clear hunger that covered his features, that pulled your climax towards you.
The orgasm that washed over you was abrupt, overbearing, just blinding enough so you didn’t notice the weak little moans that Jungkook let out at the throbbing of your walls around his aching length. You tried to prolong it for as long as possible, rubbing yourself, crying out his name for theatrical reasons, but eventually sensitivity got the best of you and you stopped.
What you found when you did, however, was a glorious sight. Jungkook was a perfect picture of lust and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly and eyes locked on where your two bodies joined. There was a thin coat of sweat all over his skin, the small sound of the ropes pulling on the headboard. When he noticed you were staring, he found your gaze. “I- I stood still,” he said.
“I know, you did so good.” You placed one hand on his cheek, leveling your face with his so you could kiss him. Jungkook melted under your touch, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as you pulled away, his cock still deep inside you. “I’m proud of you.”
As if something had magically changed, Jungkook tried to fight against his immobilized hands, only to find out that he was still unable to free himself. “Wanna touch you so bad, baby. You look so fucking hot sitting on my cock like this.” Jungkook was spoiled, you realized, because it didn’t take him two seconds of good behavior to revert back to what he wanted to happen. It was a terrible habit, you realized, one that you probably helped enable. “Fuck, just let me cum, baby. Take these off and I’ll fuck you just the way you like it.”
And maybe if you weren’t so high up in your power rush, you would’ve at least considered his offer. However, having Jungkook turned into a pliant mess beneath you was worth more than anything else at that moment. “I’ll think about it if you say the magic word.”
He frowned, his charm melting away. Jungkook was so adamant on having it his way that it bordered on a joke. “Not gonna do it.”
You kissed him once again before speaking up. “Then we don’t have a deal.” You shook your head, moving away from him. Jungkook searched after your mouth, but your stupid Girl Scouts knots didn’t allow him to go much further. He collapsed back against the headboard with a frustrated groan. “You’re a terrible sub.”
“Maybe because I’m not a fucking sub— Shit.” All his thoughts were wiped clean when you slowly raised your hips, only leaving his engorged tip inside, before, finally, sitting back down. The drag of your velvety walls against his sensitive cock was driving Jungkook up the wall, his tied-up wrists mindlessly knocking against each other. “Fuck. I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” You pouted, repeating the movement. You watched as his jaw clenched, a sharp exhale leaving his nostrils as Jungkook both fought against and searched for his pleasure. “Sure you don’t wanna say it?”
A deliciously slow roll of your hips got him gasping out. “I’m not gonna — fuck — not gonna say it.”
You leaned your head to the side, stopping your movements. Jungkook’s abdomen was caving in with every small brush of your pussy around him, the illumination from the streets making the drops of sweat on his skin look like small diamonds. It was an erotic sight, from the falling of his dark hair over his hooded eyes, to the beautiful inked drawings on his arms. Unfortunately, you had other things to do other than to admire him endlessly.
With a sigh, you got up from his lap. “Too bad.”
“Baby,” Jungkook whined — actually whined — when he felt his cock slip out of your perfect heat, collapsing against his abdomen. The sensation got him flinching, made him bite his lip for a second in an attempt to compose himself. “Baby, don’t leave me like this, come on.”
You frowned, faking annoyance. “How can I not leave you like this, Jungkook?” Your palms slithered around his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. “You’re being horrible right now.”
“S-Sorry.” His breath caught in his throat when your mouth met the skin of his neck, tongue prodding out to lick a small trail up his skin. Your heat was unbearable, suffocating him and drowning out his thoughts to the point that he had really apologized for his poor demeanor. If your predictions were correct, it wouldn’t take long before he folded the way you wanted him to. “Just, come on, you can’t just— I’m just so hard right now.”
You giggled, fingertips moving down on his chest until you found what you were looking for. “Aw. Poor thing,” you teased, feeling as he grew stiff when you started to play with his nipples. A few weeks back, you had made the wonderful and unexpected discovery that Jungkook was really sensitive there, but you never really had a chance to explore that side of him before he flipped you over and had you his way. But the universe always searched for balance, and that moment was the karmic payback you were looking for. “What’s the problem, Kook?”
“Wanna cum.” He winced away from your faint caresses, but he really didn’t have anywhere else to go. A smirk curled up on your lips as you watched Jungkook fight against the knots, a frail, airy moan leaving his chest as you rolled his nipples between your fingers. He sounded so perfect: so needy and desperate that you could feel another gush of arousal accumulating between your folds. “Just wanna cum so bad, baby.”
“I’m not gonna be mean and hold it off,” you told him, moving back so you could place a kiss against his pouty, swollen lips. Jungkook looked so beautifully messy, so on edge, that you almost cried out at the sight of it. “You just have to say it,” you told him, lowering your hips until you were straddling his cock.
With a roll of your pussy against him, his cock brushed between your wet folds, tearing a broken sob from his throat. “Fuck,” Jungkook cursed. He was never in a position like that: edged for so long that he couldn’t even control the grunts that left his throat. “You’re so fucking evil.”
“You love it.” Another grind of your pussy had him throwing his head back, a loud moan ripping itself from his heaving chest. Jungkook was sensitive, responsive to the tiniest of your touches and, most of all: he was desperate, seconds away from cracking. “You know, if you say it, I’ll let you cum.”
His cock throbbed against you when you finally stopped your movements, raising your hips so your center moved away from his. Jungkook complained at the lack of sensation, practically on the limit of throwing a tantrum, and his pelvis mindlessly buckling up in search of your warmth. Instead, he found nothing, and his member simply collapsed back against his abdomen, aching for its release.
“This— This is torture,” he groaned. You giggled at his distress, taking one hand to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead. Jungkook leaned into your touch. “Please, baby, just fuck me.”
Your ears perked up at that, a pool of arousal starting to grow between your legs. That sounded even better than you had predicted. “Sorry, what was that?” You teased.
Jungkook closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Slowly, you lowered your hips again, pressing your pussy against his cock. Jungkook reacted instantly, taking in a sharp inhale. “Didn’t hear you,” you said.
“God, baby, just fuck me, please,” he finally broke down, his dazed-out gaze seemed to have some trouble focusing on your face. Desperation was plastered all over him, staring at you like a beautiful, shimmering trophy. “Please, just let me cum. Please.”
You hummed, leaning away so you could sit on his thighs, facing his erection. You were a woman of your word: you said you wouldn’t hold it back, and you wouldn’t. “Since you asked so nicely…” you trailed off, one hand wrapping around his base, pumping him a few times. Jungkook throbbed in your hands, his abdomen sinking as your thumb grazed his sensitive crown. “Where do you wanna cum?”
It looked like you had truly broken the poor boy down because, for the first time in his life, Jungkook didn’t have any idea on how to answer that question. “I- I don’t know,” he struggled to speak when your hand was still caressing his member: just enough for him to feel something, but too slow and light for him to actually cum. “Anywhere. Just wanna cum.”
You pouted, letting his cock go. It bounced on his pelvis, tore a painful cry from his throat as he felt his pleasure wash away once again. “I need an answer, Kook.”
And he said the first thing that came into his mind. “Your pussy, baby, please.”
A smile tugged on your lips — it seemed as if that word wasn’t so hard to say anymore. “Of course, you’ve been so good.” You moved around until you were sinking down on him, feeling that fantastic stretch all over again, and earning a shaky moan from his part. You only spoke up again after you were sure he couldn’t go any deeper. “Kook?” You called. His pleading eyes shot up at you. “Wanna fuck me?”
He breathed out, just a tremulous gush of air that he could barely get ahold of. “Y-Yes, yes, please.”
You hummed, wiggling your ass around just so you could watch his face contort in despair, crumbling under the delicious drag of your plump walls around his cock. Jungkook almost looked cute, you dared to think, even if you were sure he would fold you in half the second that he got those ropes off. It was like teasing a tiger in a zoo: people only felt brave enough to do it because there was a thick glass between them. “You better do it, then,” you told him.
After everything you had put him through, Jungkook seemed almost hesitant to do so. “C-Can I move?” He asked, just to be sure. Last thing he needed was to do something wrong and have you walking out on him. His cock was so hard, leaking inside you, and he didn’t believe that he could handle being left like that.
“Of course,” you told him, the tenderness of your voice so different from what you sounded like all night. Jungkook was still on the palm of your hand, but your victory when it came to making him beg had already been achieved. So you could relax and let him do the heavy lifting for once. Being active was exhausting sometimes. “Come on, Kook,” you egged him on, leaning forward so you could find support on his chest. You knew what was coming. “Fuck me.”
That seemed to be the last spark he needed to ignite his fire because, soon enough, he was placing both feet on the mattress and thrusting upwards, your body collapsing forward under the force of his movements. Jungkook barely gave you any time to breathe: he fucked you fast and deep, helped by the gravity of your weight above him; shallow breaths and noisy whines leaving his mouth in a beautiful cacophony of sounds. It wasn’t long before he was making you bounce on his cock, pretty moans melting upon your lips as you fought to keep your balance over him.
“B-Baby,” Jungkook stammered, an airy, high-pitched moan sounding from his parted mouth. His brain was utterly bewildered by the movement of your body above his own, the bouncing of your breasts and the wild fluttering of your eyelashes. And those moans, those gorgeous, ethereal little sounds that you reserved just for him. “S-So perfect. All mine.”
“All yours,” you said promptly, struggling to meet his gaze. No matter how much you tried, you could not follow the speed of his thrusts, so you simply kept your body in place as he used it as he pleased. “Is this what you wanted?”
He nodded, mouth falling open. His lips were pouty and swollen, slightly red from the way he had bitten them before. “Wanna cum,” he breathed out, “inside you.”
No pretty please, you realized. Perhaps it wasn’t your best call to ask him to fuck you, because it dawned on you that you had just handed Jungkook his esteemed control back on a silver platter. That started simply as a doubt in the corners of your mind, however, you were sure that you had lost that battle once his needy whimpers started to wash away, instead replaced by the guttural, rough groans that he usually presented to you.
Not that you truly cared about it: you had already proven your point.
His head leaned to the side, pressing against his elevated arm. Jungkook was hypnotized by the way that your bodies met, the way you held yourself up so he could fuck himself inside you. You were always so good for him. “Your pussy feels so fucking amazing, baby,” Jungkook moaned out, hips snapping up against yours. A hiss dripped from his mouth when he felt you clench around him, signaling that you were close once again. “Look so pretty. Made for my cock.”
“Y-Yes,” you stammered, head falling back. You could feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach, your orgasm ready to snap once more. Jungkook always fucked you so well, even when his hands were tied up, always left your brain scrambling after the most basic of words. “I’m c-close.”
Jungkook tried once more to pull at his restraints, but it simply wouldn’t bulge. The contrast between the red ropes and the dark ink decorating his skin was beautiful, the veins of his hands getting thicker as tugged again and again. Jungkook was beyond the realms of reason by that point, struggling like a caged animal because there was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than to touch; to suck your breasts and to fuck you the way he wanted to. “Gonna cum too, baby,” his voice was almost a roar, deep and frustrated. It shot straight up to your core, made you tip over the edge and come down spasming around his cock, your high washing over you. “That’s it, cream my cock,” he praised. In the background of your overwhelmed state, you could feel as his member throbbed inside you, ready to release. “Take everything for me, alright? Wanna fill you up.”
You barely had any time to nod before he was spilling himself inside you, a long, throaty moan dripping like sin from his lips. Jungkook tried to keep his movements up for a bit longer, delighting himself in the way you winced at the feeling, but even he had grown too tired to continue it. So, at last, he collapsed back against the mattress, sweaty hair falling over his eyes.
“Get up,” he commanded, breathless. “Let me see it.”
With shaky movements, you did as he requested, planting one hand on his thigh so you could raise your body. His cock slipped out at the motion, already softening, but his gaze was stuck on the gradual dripping of his cum between your pussy lips. As much as you were used to that specific request, it always made your legs weak when you looked at him during that part — no matter what happened before, Jungkook always had that maniac expression plastered all over his face, like the mere image of his cum slipping out of you was enough to send him into a frenzy all over again. And, most times, it was.
“Good girl,” his dark stare slowly navigated towards your eyes. His arms were surprisingly still, no longer battling against the ropes, and there was something ominous about that. “Push it back in.”
Because you didn’t want to anger him any further, you agreed. It was almost impressive how quickly Jungkook was able to take back his control: even with him being immobilized, you were still folding and following his wishes like it was your second nature. “Like this?” You asked, using two of your fingers to stuff his cum back inside.
“Yeah, just like that.” He breathed out, the final seconds of his exhale morphing into a low growl. “Now, ___,” he called, eyes still glued to your pussy. “Untie me.”
You almost wanted to go against that, given the way he was about to break you in half, but that wasn’t probably the brightest of ideas. A bit nervous, you moved off his lap and sat down next to him, hands flying to undo the knots. “Hang on,” you requested. From the corners of his vision, you could see Jungkook staring you down, his piercing eyes focused on your face, silently watching you through the curtain of his black hair. At last, you managed to undo the ropes, the thick material falling beside you as Jungkook lowered his arms and started to massage his wrists. “How are your hands? I hope it wasn’t—“
“Lay down.” He interrupted, dry. Your mouth fell shut — none of your usual sarcastic remarks finding their way past the lump in your throat.
The softness of the pillow was a welcomed sensation, but your body could not relax, not when Jungkook was still looking at the pink marks on his inked skin, thinking about what he was going to do to you. You waited for what seemed like hours until he finally moved around, arms on either side of your head and chest pressed flush against yours. Jungkook’s heat was asphyxiating, his nose bumping against yours as he placed a small, tender kiss on your lips. He was being too calm, you noticed that instantly; still waters with sharks swimming underneath.
“Silly girl,” he mumbled against your mouth, fingers pressing on either side of your jaw. Jungkook pulled your mouth open, thumb caressing your lower lip as he stared down at you like an arrogant monarch. You felt terribly small, shrinking under his presence. “It’s not my hands that you should be worrying about.” He smirked, and his thumb paused its tender motions on your lip. He sighed. “Now that you had your fun, I’m gonna have mine.”
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Jungkook was right: his wrists were red the next day. He naively thought that no one would be able to see it through his tattoos, but Taehyung, even in his hungover stupor, had his detective eye ready and noticed the marks right away. There was absolutely no way all his crime documentaries made him such an expert, Jungkook thought, but couldn’t really be sure of it.
“You know… things like this only make me more curious,” Taehyung said after Jungkook had refused to tell him who had come over the previous night. He was munching on his sandwich like his life depended on it, brows furrowed into a perfect picture of concentration. There was jelly all over his mouth, pulling up the corners of his lips and making Taehyung look like a terrible, discount copy of the joker. “Like, a chick tied you up? Come on, I have to meet someone like that. It’s a matter of, like, survival, some alpha wolf bullshit—“
“Fuck off,” Jungkook cut him short, burying his face on his hands. He was too tired to deal with any of that. “I never want to hear about you or your wolves ever again.”
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you want dark!Will meta? ok, let’s talk about his killing style
Will is always and forever a predator of predators
if Hannibal likes a good hunt, Will likes a good fight. Randall Tier, Francis Dolarhyde, tackling Mason Verger for some fisticuffs over the murder pigpen before pulling a gun on him, freeing Chiyoh’s captive so they can duke it out if he comes back for her... it’d be overstating it to say he prefers a “fair” or “equally matched” fight, but the dude definitely prefers free-range rude over tied-up and squealing
righteous-anger Will is most likely to come into play with those who prey on the defenseless--especially the outcast or alone--or who abuse positions of trust, or more broadly when his protective instincts are roused
but Will is also drawn to monsters who are themselves outcast, alone, or undergoing difficult/isolating transformations, whether he ends up helping them (like Georgia Madchen), or wanting to, or temporarily allying with them, or fighting them to the death (all three in Dolarhyde’s case!)
characteristic unpredictability and indecisiveness comes in here--he doesn’t always know in advance whether he’s going to help, watch, fight, kill, offer an alternate way out, get his pasty ass kicked, etc
Will’s enjoyment of violence strikes me as having far more... Dionysian potential... than Hannibal’s refined cruelties, no matter whether you want to interpret that as “drunken frenzy of bloodlust” or “somewhere between vaguely sexual and downright orgiastic” or “tearing a victim limb from limb and devouring the flesh raw.” although who knows, Hannibal seemed pretty into that shit too in the final cliff fight, maybe they egg each other on.
from what we’ve seen, if Will does go to the trouble of a murder tableau, it’s full-on arts and crafts hour, bitches, and the result is gonna be an elaborate tribute to someone--although eternally unclear whether it’s mainly directed at Hannibal, himself, or the victim and whatever they were striving for
he shares with Hannibal a sense of the “fitting,” the cosmic punchline, the obscurely and elegantly correct, the punishment that mirrors the sin, the tribute that grants the memorialized what they would’ve wanted
for similar reasons, when he’s manipulating instead of doing the job himself, Will prefers to let the odious hoist themselves by their own petard--offering them whatever it is they're willing to trample others in pursuit of, and hey, if pursuing it paints a target on their back for some external danger, it’s not his job to spell that out for them--let them figure it out themselves, or risk reaping the rewards of coveting too thoughtlessly
...although when that’s not possible, he’s totally not above pulling shit like “hello Dr. Gideon, I got Chilton to transfer you back! and between you, me, Chilton, and the Chesapeake Ripper, I figure there’s plenty of wreck-or-be-wrecked to go around, so you’d better start thinking about what angle you want to work here :D”
the common thread in a bunch of Will’s coldest manipulation is that he fucking despises people who want to play footsie with the devil but keep their own hands clean and themselves free of risk--especially if they accomplish it by exploiting, endangering, or throwing under the bus anyone within reach who isn’t lucky enough to share their position of relative advantage
the degree of hypocrisy in this tendency is left as an exercise to the reader
my personal opinion is that whether or not Will remains attached to righteousness as a requirement to justify a killing (which he may, or he may not, depending on what flavor of unhinged you prefer), he’s not going to be interested unless there’s some sense of rightness involved--moral, interpersonal, cosmic, aesthetic, or otherwise. random attacks on whatever “banal, cruel men” one of the murder husbands can track down in the vicinity aren’t going to cut it--I suspect that’d just bore or depress him. his taste in righteous killings is very specific, and his taste in “fuck around and find out / I’m curious what will happen” monster-on-monster action is pretty exotic.
luckily for him, though, NBC Hannibal’s fictional universe doesn’t exactly stint on coughing up whatever type of killer-of-the-week the narrative requires--per capita Art Murder rates be damned.
#will graham#meta#hannibal#half tempted to tag this dark!Will but tbh none of it is a particularly edgy or controversial read of canon#hell it's downright tame compared to some of the wild bullshit in my WIP folder#'dionysian potential' barely even begins to cover it
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Fics I read this week!
MDZS/The Untamed, entirely. Including Tumblr fics here now, even if I shared them as well.
A lot of these are super short since I decided to embark on a journey to clear my AO3 “Marked For Later” list of anything under 3k words by reading them.
This is also a lot of fanfiction and I might have a problem. Any fanfiction addict support groups out there?
Also, I learned that I can only post 100 links. So this is going up early and I��ll separate the Not Rated, E, and M ones into a different post for next week.
Finished:
Not Rated (or Tumblr fics):
Parents, by @bloody-bee-tea
Untitled, by @mondengel
Untitled, by @mondengel
Untitled, by @cerusee
Xue Yang - The Third Jade of Gusu, by inawritingfrenzy
As Long as You're Here, by Aitheriomeraki
You are the last person I need to tell me exactly what I already know. You’re going to tell me to go back to cultivating the righteous path. You’re going to tell me that this is against the principles of a cultivator. I’m going to hear you drone on and on about what’s wrong with what I’m doing. You’re going to tell me that I’m acting like a pure disgrace, completely out of line, extremely unhinged and unruly and every other word your Lan vocabulary can muster up.” His words felt heavy but unstoppable, tears making their way to his eyes.
“You’re-” He was about to continue before getting cut off.
“Wei Ying… zhiji.” Lan Wangji breathed out like a plea, like a prayer.
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OR Lan Wangji talks to Wei Wuxian the day after killing Wen Chao.
Things we lost in the fire, by KatAnni
Three instances in Lan Wangji's life that involved fire. One of them certainly ends better than the others.
OR Wangxian can be cute in any situation, even when someone sets fire to their inn.
Sleep Talk, by breezebrocolis
"...But being awakened through such ungodly hours is worth it after all, because Wei Wuxian discovered that, contrary to popular belief about his boyfriend's sleeping habits, there’s a moment when Lan Zhan sleep talks, and he's the only one who knows it."
and
"...for now, after all and a year more, he'd never choose to have those lonesome minutes back. It turns out that filling the gaps with emptiness was necessary once, but it doesn't really fit him anymore. Lan Wangji has Grace on his side for now, the print of Wei Ying's delicate fingers into his skin."
In other words, a study about WangXian's sleeping habits.
Hold On, by voxnoxsox
“And really,” Wei Ying continued, “it makes no sense. Why would they not want to hug you, Lan Zhan, or, like… Do you warn them off or something? Give them the ol’ icy Lan glare?”
“No,” Lan Zhan said, when it was clear a response was required. His mind was a little preoccupied with Wei Ying’s hands still running up and down, up and down.
Rated E:
The Dreams of Youth, by Sami (25 chapters)
"Mother, I have to go, with or without you. Please come with me."
"A-Zhan, you're five years old," she says.
"With or without you, Mother," he pleads. "Please come with me."
Lan Wangji starts again from the beginning.
Rough and Tumble, by SugarMilkTea (3 chapters)
Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are paired together for sparring, because of course they are.
Wei Wuxian is better than the rest of the disciples, because of course he is - so Lan Wangji takes him to another field to train privately.
Things escalate, because of course they do.
and if we choose to fall (who's to say it isn't flight?), by KiaraSayre (2 chapters)
Wei Wuxian has an idea and makes a talisman. A sexy talisman.
to live this way is not for the meek, by la_muerta
Yiling Laozu and his band The Restless Dead are one of the biggest names in the rock scene, playing to thousands of screaming fans in sold-out concerts all over the world.
But underneath the black leather, makeup, and untouchable, arrogant facade is a side of Wei Ying that only Lan Zhan gets to see.
Awareness, by syriala (last in a series)
Awareness is slow to come to Jiang Cheng, mostly because he doesn’t want to be aware. He’s warm and comfortable and Jiang Xiuying is bound to be still around and that is really all Jiang Cheng needs in life.
But then there’s an open mouthed kiss to the hinge of his jaw, Jiang Xiuying slowly trailing his way down Jiang Cheng’s throat, and it’s enough to get Jiang Cheng’s eyes open, however reluctant he might be.
Jiang Xiuying seemingly knows him better than Jiang Cheng does himself because he is already looking up at Jiang Cheng, his eyes sparkling and a teasing grin on his lips.
“Good morning,” Jiang Cheng says, his voice still rough from sleep and Jiang Xiuying leans up to capture Jiang Cheng’s lips in a kiss.
The heat behind it tells Jiang Cheng exactly where Jiang Xiuying wants to take this today, and Jiang Cheng can’t say that he minds too much.
yours for the taking, by SugarMilkTea
“There’s still time to back out, you know,” Wei Ying says, quiet enough that even the attendants waiting at the corners of their table won’t hear.
Lan Wangji pauses in the middle of reaching for the sash on Wei Ying’s—on his husband’s—outer robes. A pit opens in his stomach. His hand falls to his lap, and he lifts his eyes to meet Wei Ying’s. “Is that what you want?”
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The components of the marriage ceremony are easy in theory. The handfasting, the bows, the feast... and the Taking.
housed by your warmth, by wangxiians
wei wuxian may never grow to enjoy mornings but he enjoys this, he really enjoys this – stolen time together, bodies reuniting, waking up before the world.
Rated M:
Heaven Hath No Fury, by Lady Mythos (Lady_Mythos)
The two biggest mistakes Yu Ziyuan has made are as follows: assuming Wei Wuxian was the cause of all her problems and assuming Cangse Sanren was dead.
Or, Cangse Sanren has a lot of things to say to the bitch that abused her son.
weird and awkward, by sami (3rd in a series)
At the age of sixteen, Lan Zhan falls in love, somewhat against his will.
Have Your Cake and Eat it Too, by adrian_kres (4 chapters)
Like half of all sound-tied people, Wei Ying was born with words in his heart and needing the melody they belong to. It’s his soul marker, and he’s been searching for his soulmate his whole life. Things change when he hears a tune being hummed in a cafe that matches his lyrics perfectly. Except he didn’t see who was humming it! To help, his brother’s soulmate puts him in contact with the beautiful pianist Lan Wangji, who makes Wei Ying question if he wants to find his soulmate at all…
Until The End, by abCEE (40 chapters)
"When I - when I tied my ribbon around our wrists, I knew what I was doing and I privately honored it."
Wei Wuxian's brows continued to meet as he tried to understand where the conversation was going until realization dawned on him.
"Wa - wait! Lan Zhan, is it what I think it is?!!"
"It is usually done at the end of a wedding ceremony -"
"What-"
"But it could have been acknowledged as an engagement."
"Lan Zhan!" He cannot believe what he is hearing now.
"But my ancestor revealed herself -"
"And we bowed… three times. We bowed, Lan Zhan!"
In which wangxian are married since the Cold Pond Cave incident, knows how proper communication works, and had confessed in the middle of the Sunshot Campaign. Things went up and down from there.
Breaking The Ice, by aflaminghalo
“Why are are you asking for punishment?”
Bring Your Honor, Bring Your Shame, by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (21 chapters, third in a series)
Nie HuaiSang has a problem. His brother is losing his mind.
Rated T:
don't close your eyes, by howodd5ever
In which Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian actually talk about the porn book.
Another Road, by Rynne
Something in the Guanyin Temple goes wrong. When Lan Wangji opens his eyes, he's fifteen again.
Phobia, by yougetsomekisses
What if Lan Wangji had been thrown in that dungeon with Wei Wuxian?
Snow Hunt, by InsanitysxCreation
A short scene of a winter hunt.
Entirely self indulgent, in that the idea of Lan Wangji in white leather gloves arrived in my brain and wouldn't let me continue until I'd written this.
真金不怕火炼 | True Gold Fears No Fire, by adrian_kres
In the immediate aftermath of a successful Sunshot Campaign, Wei Ying is kissed by Lan Zhan at the Phoenix Mountain Hunt while blindfolded. But when the blindfold comes off, Lan Zhan is nowhere to be found. Now, Wei Ying must deal with this heartbreak on top of forced therapy he was mandated to complete due to using demonic cultivation to end the war. Through it all, Wei Ying learns he has value, and that his assumptions about what happened at the hunt may not be entirely correct.
Fantasy, by snowberryrose (3 chapters)
In which Wen Qing leaves
Or: Wen Qing rescues herself
Canon divergence from episode 20
Chapter 2: Qin Su’s choice
Chapter 3: Xue Yang’s end
Four Parts Honey and One Part Vinegar, by masked (6 chapters)
“You know,” Ouyang Zizhen says thoughtfully over dinner one day, “I’ve never seen Wei-qianbei get jealous before.”
Lan Jingyi pauses for the briefest second, remembers the sect rule of keeping silence during meals, and decidedly forgoes it. “What?”
“Well,” Ouyang Zizhen continues, “Hanguang-jun always has a lot of admirers everywhere we go, but Wei-qianbei never seems to mind it.”
“Why are we talking about this?” Jin Ling asks flatly.
Four times Wei Wuxian doesn't get jealous, and the one time he does.
sweet dreams, by ShippersList
Distance won’t hinder Wei Wuxian from giving his Lan Zhan a goodnight kiss.
Sugar Baby, by nirejseki
“Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue said, and uh oh, that sounded like his ‘bad news’ voice. “We need to talk about your spending.”
That was worse than Nie Huaisang had thought.
“Is the talk going to be about how amazingly economical I am in making intelligent and aesthetically appropriate purchases?” he asked hopefully, clutching his latest and most aesthetic fan.
“Oddly enough,” his brother said, “no.”
Somehow, Nie Huaisang hadn’t thought so.
He was...No, He was Incompetent, by Corundum_Creations
He was Lan Wangji, a Twin Jade of the Lan Clan and he could face anything... so how did he become so incompetent with taking his Wei Ying and hiding him away?
The Resentful Cultivator Who Cried 'I'm Fine', by Mikkeneko
"Who's possessed?" another voice joined the scrum, and Wei Wuxian moaned in despair as Jiang Cheng came marching over to join the rest of the party, glaring daggers at Wei Wuxian for being the source of all this trouble. Purple lightning crackled on his wrist as his eyes narrowed. "This idiot got possessed? I can take care of that with Zidian! Stand back!"
"Ahaha, Jiang Cheng, there's no need for that!" he protested hurriedly. "Really, I'm not possessed!"
"Ah," Lan Jingyi nodded knowingly. "That's exactly what someone who was possessed and trying to throw us off the trail would say!"
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While on a night-hunt with his friends and family, Wei Wuxian takes a near miss from a dangerous beast. Fortunately he wasn't hurt... but for some reason, they have trouble believing him when he says I'm fine.
Why I Can’t Help But Love Red, by spiralingbutmakeitanimerelated
Lan Wangji takes a bath after a night hunt. Wei Wuxian has questions about the night he branded himself.
Not Till Then Dare I Part From You, by forgottenenvy
WangXian share a tender moment as Lan Wangji braids flowers into Wei Wuxian's hair.
Snowmelt, by sugar_shoal
Lan Zhan has been badly injured on a night-hunt. Wei Wuxian panics only a little. Jiang Cheng drags them all to a nearby abandoned hut to wait out the encroaching blizzard.
Head Empty, Only Wei Ying, by nana_banana
Wei Ying is getting married? To someone not Lan Wangji? Fuck. Not if Lan Wangji has anything to say about it.
sparrow heart, by CeliaBlair24 (fourth in a series)
They pass notes through the spaces between their desks about nonsensical, inconsequential things. About the weather and birds, romance novels, and the forest behind the Cloud Recesses where they spend all their afternoons playing.
And Wei Wuxian is smart, both by the books and on his feet. If he wanted to, he could easily play Lan-xiansheng’s favorite class pet --studious and diligent about being studious; creative besides-- but he doesn’t. He listens to Lan-xiansheng and Jiang Wanyin’s complaints with half an ear and when all is said and done, he turns his back on them both and greets Nie Huaisang with his cheeky smile.
Otherwise known as "Nie Huaisang falls into like."
Retrospective on the State of the Field: Qinghe Patron X (QPX) Studies, by bladedweaponsandswishycoats (jeweledichneumon)
"Qinghe Patron X, eh?" Nie Huaisang chuckles, noticing the heading. Licking his lips, he circles the listing for the conference panel with a yellow highlighter. Despite the moniker having become common several years ago, he still gets a kick out of it. Of course he'd have to go to that one. He takes a moment to feel the faint touch of regret that he isn't on the panel himself; it is always more fun messing with people as a panelist than trying to rely on the Q&A period to say something provocative but relevant.
or
In which immortal cultivator Nie Huaisang likes to fuck around with scholars attempting to study what they think they know about him, and other shenanigans he gets up to (both with and without the help of his friends) in the modern age.
or
The year is 2021. Lan Wangji still goes where the chaos is, though these days that can mean a lot more than night hunts. Especially when Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang are dedicated to making sure being immortal never gets boring.
A Story for the Ages, by Supernova_Sage
Lan Wangji saunters over to the mystery section. He can hear people whispering, but he isn’t close enough to make sense of the conversation. The lilt in the voice makes it sound like one person is asking a question. Hmm. If he can hear whispering, they’re still being far too loud. He shakes his head and continues his browsing. He pulls his phone out to check the time. It’s nearly 6p. He really should get home. He still needs to feed the bunnies and feed himself and look over emails and—
He stops in his tracks. Stops when he sees the book that he’s been waiting to check out for months now. Every time he’s stopped by, though, it’s been checked out by someone else. And now it’s finally here. Sitting on the shelf in front of him. Once he manages to collect himself, he reaches for it. His fingers don’t touch the spine of the book, though. Instead, he finds his fingers brushing against the fingers of another.
DanTian - Into the Dark (LWJ), by ArchiveWriter (fourth in a series)
Wangji's memory holds images of Wei Ying. Wangji does penance by reliving his memories, and by making sure Wei Ying is loved. Wangji burns the millet porridge he's supposed to stir whilst Wei Ying fetches water for tea.
chasing echoes, by SWANPYRE
Lan Wangji must learn to co-exist with what he has learned his entire life to despise.
Snowfall, by nightflower
During a winter storm in Cloud Recesses, Wangji's old scars ache. Wei Ying takes care of him.
relics of love, by cl410
“Oh my god. Oh my god.”
Lan Zhan pinched the bridge of his nose. “The bunnies were almost eaten.”
“Our son was almost traumatized for life,” Wei Ying said, choking on a laugh. “Lan Zhan, he almost witnessed a double homicide on our own balcony.” He wheezed with laughter, clutching his ribs.
“We will install higher locks,” Lan Zhan said grimly.
Rated G:
A-Yuan's guide to eat the rich (a.k.a. How A-Yuan single handedly stopped a siege from happening and saved everyone), by fanficaddictXOXO
A-Yuan is only three years old. But he knows many things. He knows how to write his name. He knows potatoes are better than radishes (Xian gege said so). But the most important thing he knows is that the handsome gege with a white forehead ribbon is rich.
Obviously You Hate Me, by Sarehz
Wei Wuxian leans across the round table. "Okay, this isn't going to work."
From across the very same table, Lan Wangji raises one puzzled eyebrow. "Mn?"
"This!" Wei Wuxian gestures between them.
Begotten, by ecorie (6 chapters)
“He’s mine.” He echoed what had once been teasingly said in jest, and added, “This is my son.”
Against all odds and without a choice, Lan Zhan brings A-Yuan back to Cloud Recesses. Xichen keeps his brother’s secrets, and shields the child when Lan Zhan could not.
Alone Stands the Quiet, by ecorie
The story of the Yin Iron starts with a celestial war and ends with Lan Sizhui.
A Good Plan, by nirejseki
“The…Lan sect?” Meng Yao said doubtfully. “Are you sure?”
“I am,” his mother said, her mouth tight. She looked upset, the way she always did these days when he referenced, intentionally or otherwise, the original plan that she had had to send him to join his father, sect leader of Lanling Jin. She’d raised Meng Yao on a steady diet of stories of what his life would be like when his father finally took him back the way he’d promised her he would, stories that had filled his days and nights for years and years and years, and then just last year she’d suddenly stopped talking about it entirely. It was as if the person who’d told those stories had nothing to do with her.
Meng Yao didn’t know what had happened, but he assumed it must have been pretty bad.
“It'll be a good fit,” she added.
The Late Great Custody Debate, by stiltonbasket (5 chapters)
"You owe me child support," Lan Zhan blurts, before Wei Wuxian can open his mouth to say hello to him. "Take responsibility."
Or, the one where Lan Wangji's pet rabbit has a better love life than he does, and single father Wei Wuxian develops a healthy fear of attorneys, courtesy of his next-door neighbor.
Switcheroo, by nirejseki
Mo Xuanyu thought that this Wei Wuxian person whose body he’d stolen must have been a really interesting person, mostly because he’d been here for three days so far and nobody’d noticed the switch yet.
A Kiss for you, my love, by Speechless_since_1998
"Ladies and gentlemen."
Suddenly the attention of the whole hall turned to Nie Huaisang, near the orchestra with a microphone in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other, "On this wonderful evening I would like to share with you all the happiness I feel. for a wonderful couple who got married today. "
Wait a minute did he say marriage? He must have heard right, even Lan Zhan had stiffened.
“Let's give him a wonderful round of applause. To Wei Ying and Lan Zhan newlyweds. "
Hot shit. They weren't supposed to attract attention.
The attention of the room focused on them, whispers in the crowd, some scandalized, some excited.
Nie Huaisang motioned for him to keep the game, but what was she supposed to do ?!
"Lan Zhan, we mustn't ..."
He didn't have time to finish the sentence as Lan Zhan kissed him. In front of everyone.
Soulmates, by Yacs_Weasley
Ever since he was a little boy, Wangji had longed to find his soulmate.
Stay with me, by KatAnni
Sizhui's memories come to him in pieces, and some of them in dreams. This time, he dreams of Wei Wuxian putting him in a tree. He runs to the Jingshi immediately, to find his Baba.
The truth, by syriala (first in a series)
“Do you even remember a single person of those you killed after the war?” he demands to know and Jiang Cheng turns his glare on him.
“Why should I?” Jiang Cheng asks and a fearful hush falls over the crowd. “Do any of you remember even a single person you killed in your lives?” he asks them and is met with a pretty telling silence.
“You’re a monster,” someone whispers, but in the quiet it rings out loud and clear.
Jiang Cheng has heard these words a lot in the past sixteen years, and so he simply smiles at them, even though they sting like always.
He reminds himself that the people that matter know the truth, that they know him for who he truly is, and that it has to be enough.
Boys, by nirejseki
“Hey,” Lao Nie protested mildly. “Who’s the father here, me or you?”
“If a-die wants a new wife, little uncle will find one that isn’t inclined to kill him.”
That sounded like a recitation.
“Then what’s even the point,” Lao Nie grumbled, and reached out to ruffle his son’s hair, enjoying how Nie Mingjue yelped when he did, glaring up at him with offended dignity.
Loss, by FlutterFyre
Lan Wangji knows something is wrong.
Hearsay, by syriala (second in a series)
“A girl went missing a few days back,” Wei Wuxian says, voice serious, and Jiang Cheng can just imagine the accusatory look on his face. “Coincidentally you were seen in that area during the same time.”
“So?” Jiang Cheng wants to know and Wei Wuxian makes a frustrated sound.
“What did you do with her?” Wei Wuxian asks him, even though he clearly already made up an answer for himself.
An ally, by syriala (third in a series)
“I just don’t want you to force yourself to face them,” Jiang Cheng finally says and Jiang Xiuying smiles at him.
“I’m not forcing myself. I am going on my own free will. It will be fine. And besides, Lan Xichen was never the reason I left.”
“But he didn’t stop you either,” Jiang Cheng mutters, and then rolls his eyes. “Fine. Accompany me, see if I care.”
“All I see is you caring,” Jiang Xiuying honestly gives back and Jiang Cheng flushes bright red.
Escalation, by syriala (fourth in a series)
“How can you lie to him like that?” Lan Wangji wants to know but it seems to be morbid curiosity more than anything else, because he goes right on. “You’re coming with me to the Cloud Recesses. There will be a trial.”
“A trial,” Jiang Cheng scoffs out, because it’s a farce and nothing more.
Lan Wangji has already decided on his sentence. And they all know it's going to be death.
Resolve, by syriala (fifth in a series)
“Regarding the accusations made against me today,” he starts and cuts his glare over to Sect Leader Yao, who has the good grace to shrink back at the venom in that glare, “I have something to say.”
“Speak,” Lan Wangji demands, but he doesn’t sound too sure all of a sudden, doesn’t seem too happy with the proceedings, and Jiang Cheng does rather enjoy the feeling of triumph it brings him.
“I am innocent. I did not kill any demonic cultivators, nor did I torture them.”
His voice rings out in the courtyard because everyone is silent for two seconds, but then chaos erupts. The voices calling him a liar are the kinder ones, and Jiang Cheng shakes his head at them.
“And I have proof,” he continues, raising his voice so that it carries over the others.
Devotion - Gather, by syriala (sixth in a series)
“What?” Jiang Cheng asks, because for once he is in no immediate danger of being murdered by the other Sects and Jiang Cheng really doesn’t think that look is fair.
“You absolute asshole,” Jiang Xiuying hisses at him and Jiang Cheng knows that if he wasn’t injured Jiang Xiuying would try to slap him over the head or shake him until he sees sense.
“What? What did I do now?” Jiang Cheng wants to know because he was asleep! There is no way he could have done something to upset Jiang Xiuying like this!
“I don’t even know where to start,” Jiang Xiuying says and starts to pace Jiang Cheng’s room, without giving any thought to the fact that this is Jiang Cheng’s bedroom and he really shouldn’t be here.
Well, Jiang Cheng is not going to say that to him, because with the mood Jiang Xiuying is in right now it wouldn’t go over well for Jiang Cheng, Sect Leader or not. Not that he actually cares anyway.
It’s Jiang Xiuying after all.
Home in Lotus Pier, by syriala (seventh in a series)
Jiang Cheng's angry frown turns into a confused frown when he sits down for breakfast and finds a box next to his bowl of congee.
“What is this?” he asks into the room, because someone is bound to be around, but he doesn’t get an answer and Jiang Cheng heaves out a sigh.
He tugs the box close and opens it and he’s surprised to find that his favourite tea is in it. It’s hard to come by lately, as it is entirely seasonal and only grown in a small spot in Sect Leader Yao’s territory, and after everything that happened at the Cloud Recesses a few months back, he already mentally said goodbye to it.
He wouldn’t be getting any more supplies from Sect Leader Yao after all, so this is more than surprising.
But the gifts don't stop there.
Parallelism, not equivalence, by DreamaholicsAnonymous
Wei Wuxian reminded him of Xingchen, Song Lan thinks, not for the first time.
Bring Your Secrets, Bring Your Scars, by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (fourth in a series)
Nie MingJue keeps his promises.
All Your Madness, I Will Tame, by Terri Botha (Isilwath) (fifth in a series)
Wen Qing in the Burial Mounds.
Puppy, by Speechless_since_1998
Returning home, Lan Zhan found his husband hiding behind the sofa and A-Yuan sitting on the ground playing with a puppy dog.
The puppy must have been a few months old, probably hadn't even been weaned. It was harmless, but Wei Ying didn't care. It was enough that it was a dog to be afraid.
“Ah, Lan Zhan! You finally arrived! Take that monster away!" Wei Ying pleaded, refusing to come out of hiding.
A-Yuan puffed out her cheeks, "Shiro is not a monster!"
Heaven, he had already given it a name.
Being Good, by ricochet
Lan Wangji tries to be good.
no shadow can touch, by sunflowersfield
When it is time to hand out the mics, Lan Zhan forces himself to lower his expectations. Their exchange will be fleeting, and Wei Ying will barely even look at him.
Or: Wei Ying is cast in a musical at his local community center. Lan Zhan is the theater technician.
make a mess (inside my heart), by avenqelic
Wei Wuxian looked comfortable against Lan Wangji’s white sheets, curled up in his blankets. Lan Wangji’s chest ached, mind swirling with possibilities – falling asleep looking into Wei Wuxian’s eyes, waking up in his arms, holding each other close as the moon shifted across the sky and the sun rose.
Finding a way home, by ThisIsWhereTheMagicHappens
Prompt idea for a less than one thousand words one shot! Lwj walks into a coffee shop and barista wwx cannot stop flirting with him while both of them are dying on the inside because the other is so handsome! Wwx writes his number on the cup! Up to you if lwj has an existencial crisis after finding the number or if he even finds the number. Bonus points if the oneshot ends with lwj going back to the cafe and wwx smiles at him when he sees him! — this is a.a. now with a prompt
DanTian - Planting Gentians (LWJ POV), by ArchiveWriter (1 chapter plus art)
Wei Ying's been up their old mountain early in the morning. Wangji does needlework and indulges in watching Wei Ying's hands. A slice of domestic contentment because I like them happy.
Tease, by annjellybean
Now, Wei Ying had long outgrown teasing his husband mercilessly the way he used to back in their childhood days, they had been through so much since then, he had honestly forgotten how to do so. That being said, it did not mean Wei Ying had completely forgotten his gremlin roots, and as a self-proclaimed gremlin husband, today he wanted to tease.
Pure Morning, by ShizunThirst
It’s on mornings like these that Lan Wangji can love Wei Wuxian the way he deserves to be loved.
deeper etchings, by fensandmarshes
“And remember, a-Yuan,” comes the voice, lowered but still loud as though it shuns the petty boundaries of the house, “you absolutely cannot tell diedie about this.”
Lan Wangji pauses, there in the middle of the portal array, halfway through setting down his bag, and tilts his head just slightly.
Caring Warmth, by MountainMist
Wei Ying is sick and lonely. Head empty only Lan Zhan.
And how Lan Zhan takes care of him.
just them, together., by adeptiwings
It was okay, now that it was just them.
the boy with rabbit ears, by dragontea
Lan Zhan got lost in an amusement park and found his way home in the company of the boy with rabbit ears.
heart-shaped knots, by twigofwillow
There’s been a ghost in Cloud Recesses for over thirty years, but no one has talked to her until now.
Setting Suns and Dawning Realisations, by wereworm
Wei Wuxian's plans for a romantic night out in Caiyi with Lan Zhan are ruined when he works late, the sun already setting by the time he makes his way home to the Jingshi. Instead, they enjoy a quiet night in and Wei Wuxian comes to terms with the peace that he'd fought so hard to earn and the life that's he's finally allowed to have.
[For the prompt: a sweet wangxian date night in]
Won This For You, by Preludian_Staves
He looks up as his husband comes into the room with something suspiciously large hidden behind his back.
A single soul (no more), by Lysdance1
The core transfer surgery goes as in canon BUT it leaves the spiritual link open between Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian and, well, what goes one way can go both ways.
"It's what keeps him (mostly) sane, a tether in this dark place where he cannot feed and cannot sleep and cannot escape; through the link he feels - trickles of love, Jiang Cheng's worry for him. It shouldn't be enough, but somehow, in this dark, dark place, it is. It reminds him, faintly, of home, and in the dark he hears the rhythm of one, luminous, far away soul."
To Need Someone, by Preludian_Staves
"A-die?"
"Hm?"
"What does mean to need someone? To want them with you?"
Approval, by Speechless_since_1998
"You look tired, "he said, sipping his tea. He shouldn't, it wasn't kind. But he couldn't resist teasing him a little.
Lan Zhan stared at him blankly, "I've been drinking."
"I saw."
"I kissed Wei Ying."
"I saw that too."
And thanks to the gods there was no uncle because he hated worldly occasions, otherwise he would have a heart attack.
"We had sex at his adoptive parents' home."
"And?"
Lan Zhan raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you surprised?"
"Oh, sorry, now I'll try again ... Really? !!"
"You're not funny."
Unfinished:
Not Rated:
An Obsidian Among Jades, by bluebeads
What happens when a sad lost mantou cheeked Lan Zhan teams up with a cheerful one to find his family in the unfamiliar streets of Yilling.
A Yu Ziyuan Ultimatum AU which I submitted a while ago on angstymdzsthoughts
Also a Gusu Lan Sect Wei Wuxian.
I've had enough, by pluma1007
He is ascending. They’re minds unhelpfully supplied.
Then, Wei Wuxian is gone.
The cultivators are in disarray.
“Wei Wuxian… Wei Wuxian ascended!”
“How can this be?! A monster ascended?!”
“No! My core! My powers had diminished!”
Hearing that, the cultivators checked their cores. Gasps rang out the mountains. Enraged cries are heard, cursing Wei Wuxian. There are also those who kowtowed, praying for forgiveness. There are others who praised him.
Song of Joy and Regrets, by HelloKitten
The Archery competition at Qishan this year has hit a snag. As the Sects face the wrongs perpetrated by their future selves, Wei Wuxian finds himself adopted by half of the cultivation world who are determined to save him from himself.
Baby Wangxian suffers. Adult Wangxian's job here is done.
"I'm starting to see a pattern to all his plans..."
"Do they all involve him being bait?"
"Yes" came deadpanned responses.
Hua Cheng is not amused.
Rated E:
the long way back home, by Misila
Wei Ying always knew he was the single discordant note in the Jiang household. That was why, after graduating from university, he didn’t return home. With him gone, Yu Ziyuan wouldn’t have anyone to compare her son to, and Jiang Fengmian wouldn’t have to keep avoiding his own family to prevent further conflict.
…Right?
(Seven years later, married to the man of his life and with a four year-old son, Wei Ying returns to his hometown and tries to reconnect with his siblings and befriend his nephew; but, most of all, he struggles to figure out what’s wrong with his brother and how to help him, despite Jiang Cheng not wanting to have anything to do with him anymore.)
Will You Stand Beside Me, by trashgavin
Wei Wuxian takes all his strength and spits blood in Wen Chao’s face. His eyes narrow and he speaks, though his voice is quiet and full of pain.
“Go to hell.”
It only makes Wen Chao laugh. He releases his hair and stands to his feet. “Bring me a whip.”
Rated M:
For the Dust and the Dirt, by Nyxelestia
His breath came out in shaky gasps, but still he could do nothing as the demonic copy of himself brought the blade down to the bare skin of Wei Wuxian’s uninjured shoulder. He whimpered when he felt a small cut, then when the blade lifted. He didn’t have time to even think of relief before it came back, right next to the first cut in a different direction, then again below in a line, multiple small lines in multiple directions like…like a character.
“Like I said,” the demon mused as Wei Wuxian realized what it was doing. “I’ll write it down for you.”
A brutal assault on a Cloud Recesses student leaves the Cultivation world reeling. Wei Wuxian struggles to recover, while everyone else tries to make sense of an ominous message. But since when do demons care about sect politics, anyway?
Between Wen Ruohan's rising aggression, simmering tensions across the guest disciples, and the mysterious fierce corpses still popping up all over the place, Wei Wuxian would rather ignore the confusing, horrifying visions the demon left him with.
If only the demon's taunting predictions didn't keep coming true at every turn.
I Know How Those in Exile Feed on Dreams of Hope, by rabbit_habits & saltedpin
“What does it mean, that Wen Ruohan has all the Yin Iron?” Jiang Cheng asked, dragging himself up into a sitting position – her medicines must have worked quickly, because his ribs gave only a twinge when he moved.
Wen Qing settled down beside him, head bowed as she packed away her supplies, her shoulder brushing his arm when she moved. “It means that no one in the cultivation world can oppose him,” she whispered.
—
Canon divergence AU in which Jiang Cheng and Jin Zixuan are captured by the Wens after escaping from the Xuanwu's cave, before they can return to rescue Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.
Misunderstood, by Silver_Flame_2724
There is something called a memory ball that shows the memories of a chosen person.
In order to further incriminate the already dead Yiling Patriarch, the cultivation world decides to use this memory ball at the next Discussion Conference to show how evil the demonic cultivator can truly be.
What appears, though, truly shocks them all.
laughing shadow, by ich_bin_ein_stern
During the commotion involving Wei Wuxian, A-Ling refused little sleep. His screams carried across Koi Tower, putting wailing ghosts too shame. He was inconsolable by everyone. It was only when Jin Zixuan unintentionally passed the room holding Wei Wuxian while trying to calm down his son did A-Ling miraculously settle down. Since then, he has slept peacefully every night. Yanli expressed, in the quiet and security of their bedroom, that perhaps Wei Wuxian's spirit soothed A-Ling and continues to do so.
At the least expected times, Jin Zixuan swears he can hear the distant sound of a flute.
But when he stops to actually listen for it, he hears nothing.
Come From My Inkstone, by magicgenetek
“So your plan,” Nie Mingjue said dubiously, “is to move into the Burial Mounds to write and illustrate erotica about you and Lan Wangji seducing the Yiling Patriarch to earn his trust and sell the public on the idea that he's not a threat, then convince him to give up the Yin Tiger Seal?"
“The way I said it sounded better,” Nie Huaisang said. “And you forgot the part about me seducing the Ghost General, that is crucial.”
“I hate this, and as your brother, I am begging you not to actually stick it in a fierce corpse. How much money do you need?”
Rated T:
Here We Go Again, by Alliandra
He looked over to where the swordswoman was still fighting, but her focus seemed entirely locked onto that fight so it was unlikely that she could have had anything to do with the energy drain. He was still wracking his brain for something else to do to assist, so this thing didn’t kill them both, but now he was feeling weak, dizzy and currently not far from helpless.
~~~~~~~~~~
It has been several months since the events at the Guanyin temple and Wei Wuxian is wandering around on his own. After he helps a stranger kill a very dangerous beast he uncovers what seems to be a conspiracy aimed at ending his life. He heads back to Cloud Recesses with his new companion in tow, looking to get Lan Wanji's help in working out what is involved.
Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling made a surprising discovery under Koi Tower that may well be linked to the threat against Wei Wuxian's life.
Can they all work together to find out what is going on and put a stop to it, before something disastrous occurs?
A place of Gold, by ThisIsWhereTheMagicHappens
A few days after Wei Wuxian has parted from Lan Wangji on a forest path, he gets surrounded by Jin officials in an Inn, who formally ask him to return to Jinlintai to fill in the position of Sect Leader, as is his right and duty.
Wei Wuxian thinks it is an artful prank. Until it is not.
Blossoming flowers in a full moon - 花好月圆, by ThisIsWhereTheMagicHappens
What if Wei Wuxian wasn’t able to get out of Lan Wangji’s grip at the cliff in Nevernight?
What if Lan Wangji refused to let go?
All will be well when the day is done, by abCEE
The one where Yu Ziyuan time traveled but she thought that it was her visions of her alternate life.
She learned that there is a brat named Wei Ying who brought destruction to her and her family's life.
And so in her present, she vowed that she will never allow that to happen.
In which Yu Ziyuan found the four-year-old Wei Ying, newly pushed out of the inn where his parents left him, and decided that no, this child must never be associated with her, her family, and their sect at all.
And so Yu Ziyuan thought that she could bring him somewhere where someone may or may not find him but definitely far from where her husband could find him. If he's lucky, he'll survive that winter, if he's not, then death awaits the fevered child.
This is the extent of mercy that Yu Ziyuan could give a child.
With this, she'll raise her children without having to deal with a brat that brings trouble where he goes according to her visions of her alternate life.
Like the tag stated, this is definitely not Yu Ziyuan centric.
Rated G:
How Jin Zixuan Helps Everyone, by BryxcrSt
The Yunmeng Heroes, Twin Jades, Nie Huaisang, The Peacock, Cinnamon Roll Ghost General and Lan Qiren suddenly transport back to the past before the Conference in Qishan, with their very memory of how all their clans battled Wen Rouhan's and now they're all ready to prevent it from happening now that they're back to the past. Especially Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian.
Surprisingly, Jin Zixuan wants to help them instead of standing out of the front line like how he used to but what can he do?
To Repeat, Repay, and Repair, by adrian_kres
Wei Wuxian has died again and his family grieves. Lan Sizhui, now married and with children of his own, grieves the loss of both fathers, as Lan Wangji has entered seclusion. But somehow, he unknowingly sends himself back to the time he spent in the Burial Mounds at three years old. Will his family take his confused, nonsensical warnings seriously? Are they doomed to repeat the same fate?
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Airplane (Sam Wilson)
hey guys! hope you enjoy this sam wilson one shot! i loved writing this! taglist and requests are open :)
Masterlist
Sam Wilson x Reader, featuring Bucky Barnes
Warnings: a little cursing, awkwardness, lots of fluff!!
Word Count: 2.5k
“Samuel Thomas Wilson?” You squeaked out. Getting on a plane to go to London, for a work trip was normal for you. Having a stranger sit next to you, on said flight, was normal to you. Sitting in absolute silence for the rest of the flight, was normal to you. But right now- this was not normal. This man, to be your seat mate for the rest of this long flight, is your ex-boyfriend.
Shit.
“Oh fuck, uh, hey, surprise!” Sam replied, smiling at you unsure of what to do. You awkwardly stood back up, but your knees were bent from the small amount of space you had. Why the fuck did you get up? You waved back at him, now looking absolutely anywhere but his face (and his crotch).
So, where did you decide to stare at? The man standing behind him, the one and only Bucky Barnes. Not a good idea, seeing as the stranger (the two of you have never met before) grinned back to you, unhinged by the total amount of awkwardness that seeped in the air. You had no choice but to grin back with a small hesitation, as Sam stared back at you.
Uhh, just sit the fuck down now.
Your knees buckled loudly, as you sat back down and you cringed at the noise they make, while Sam sighed out almost dramatically. He pushed his and Bucky’s carry-ons up onto the storage above your seats. Bucky continued to stare back at you, now realizing the obvious discomfort his partner and you were feeling, and boy was he going to relish in it.
Sam lightly punched Bucky and cocked his head back in your direction. “Listen, be cool, she’s my ex. Actually, wait just don’t talk.” Sam whispered furiously back at Bucky. You sat there, bouncing your legs in nervousness, while Bucky nodded back to Sam with a “Yeah, sure.” (Fuck no!)
Your eyes widened as Sam sat almost hesitantly next to you, in the middle seat. “So, London, eh?” You question, and immediately wince at your fucking gawkiness. Like, fuck! That damn question- ‘London, eh?’ like man, you felt embarrassed. That question is the equivalence of just being so damn dumb.
Sam couldn’t feel even more tongue-tied at this moment either. Bucky, on the other hand felt like this was a Comedy Central original, and he couldn’t help the short laugh that escaped him. He quickly covered it up as a cough but rolled his eyes, as Sam hit his leg hard in warning.
“Yeah, London. You?” Sam responded and woah, Bucky couldn’t help it. The laugh came out even louder and he couldn’t cover it up, he for sure wouldn’t. Sam ultimately ignored Bucky at that moment, as he glanced back at you with an upside-down grin.
You slowly nodded back, and silence ensues. As if on cue, a flight attendant arrived, pushing the storage closed while looking at the three of you. Bucky, the ultimate comedian, pointed back at you and Sam, and with a short chuckle, he spoke, “Those two, am I right? The chemistry!”
You let out a loud groan the same time Sam smacked Bucky’s arm hardly, “Oh you are a fucking asshole!” Bucky groaned out and clutched his arm, “That was the good one!”
“That’s for being stupid!” Sam yakked back, clearly annoyed. Bucky rolled his eyes back to him, while you gapped at the two of them. The flight attendant made no comment, just glanced back down to Bucky and with a shake of her head, she turned around and left. Oh, how you wished to be that flight attendant, being able to just leave.
But nope. You can’t just leave, seeing as the flight was going to take off soon. You pulled your phone back out, deciding to ignore the little cat fight between Sam and Bucky as you sent out an SOS text to your friend. ‘fuckkkk, sam is sitting next to me and I think he’s got a boyfriend now or something’ you sent out. At least you did think Bucky was Sam’s boyfriend. You’ve seen the two of them on the news, and you assumed Sam was straight, but you didn’t know if that was completely true, maybe he was bisexual. But now, looking at the two of them, they really did look like a couple.
“So, how have you been?” Sam asked, looking back to you, as you put your phone away again. You hummed for a quick second with raised eyebrows, surprised he wanted to talk to you. Maybe it’ll only be small talk, and end in a minute, but the fact you had to sit next to him the rest of the flight made you hope for the best.
“Fine, got that promotion. What about you?” You responded, keeping your tone flat, but you were genuinely interested about what was happening in his life. The reason why the two of you ended things was in fact because of him joining the Avengers. It really bothered you at the time, since he had a hard time with memories back from the war, and you thought that him joining in a group of fighters was only going to hurt him more.
Maybe you were wrong with that assumption now, seeing how happy he looked all the time on the news, and right now with Bucky. You both ended things on mutual terms, agreed to stay friends of course, but once you left, neither of you reached out to each other. It hurt you for a time but now you moved past it, dated a few other people, gained a few more friends too.
Sam was hurt by the break-up as well. It was years ago now, but he did feel like there was potential in that relationship. You two had gone through some tough times and he did ultimately understand your point of view of his decision. After you left, he wondered what life would have been like if he didn’t join the team, but right now he was happy he did.
The two of you have grown into separate paths, that seemed almost impossible to intertwine but now, here you are. Both of you happy and healthy, connected however apart, but in a very awkward situation.
“Congrats on the promotion! I’m doing okay- but wow, that’s great, good job.” Sam replied, sincerely happy for you. That promotion also caused the two of you pain in the relationship. You were pushing in over sixty hours a week, always exhausted and stressed. That promotion seemed impossible, you worked so hard while the two of you were dating, and that work barely got you anywhere. So now, seeing as you got the promotion, he knew you were truly glad about it.
“Yeah, thank you. How’s uh, how’s everything going?” You asked back lightly, seeing Bucky lean back into Sam. In turn, Sam barely shrugged his shoulders trying to get him off. Sam looked at you, almost smiling as he remembered things from the past.
You looked good too. Great, in fact, and now Sam felt his ears grow a little warm at your beauty. You also thought Sam looked good. He suited himself in some jeans and a t-shirt you recognize from long ago, and he looked a little bit more muscular than last time you saw him.
“Everything is good, I’m actually leading a new division now at work. And my family’s alright too.” Sam responded, turning his body to face you, in the uncomfortable airplane seat. You nodded back, taking in the information and with a gasp, you asked, “How’s Christa doing?”
Christa was Sam’s neighbor and at one time, the three of you were best friends. But when things started to go downhill, you cut yourself off and away from Christa, thinking it was for the best since she was his neighbor, and they were friends first. Christa always butted in on conversations and made sure the two of you were feeling alright, especially during flu seasons.
“She’s been wondering about you actually.” Sam responded quietly, seeing Bucky lean into the conversation. Bucky and Christa have met on numerous occasions and wow, did Bucky dislike the girl. For some reason she held an attitude against him that he could not take and the two were quick to argue about almost anything.
“She’s a bitch.” Bucky spoke almost in a matter-of-fact tone, with raised eyebrows looking between you and Sam. You let out a surprised laugh as Sam rolled his eyes back to him, “No, she is not.” You agreed with Sam, as Bucky let out a sigh.
“Why does she hate me?” Bucky questioned; eyeing Sam amused. Sam shifted around again, thinking of all the reasons why she could dislike Bucky. It was apparent the two of them were clearly not anywhere labeled as friends, but Sam couldn’t really find a justifiable reason why she acts like that to him.
So, he just shrugged back, as you leaned back into your laugh. “Hey there,” You finally introduced yourself to Bucky, slightly moving over Sam to shake Bucky’s hand. He nodded back to you, grinning and looking back to Sam. “So, is there something I need to know?” Bucky questioned both you and Sam, making the both of you confused. You crunched your eyebrows together in perplexity as Sam opened his mouth slightly.
You “oohed” back suddenly, causing Sam to look at you confused. “What?” He asked you, watching as your expression turned to one of understanding. You cocked your head back to Sam with a shrug, “It’s alright, you don’t have to hide it, and there isn’t anything, Bucky.” You smiled sweetly back to him.
No way you were going to be rude to Sam’s boyfriend now (again you really do think they are dating). He seemed funny and interesting to you, and most importantly Sam looked happy. Sam looked even more confused as Bucky nodded and started laughing, way more than normally.
You just smiled back to the two of them, looking happy. “Wait, what’s going on?” Sam questioned, making Bucky laugh even more. You raised your eyebrows at him, “Oh Sam, it’s fine with me! You guys look great together!”
“Excuse me?” Sam stuttered out, completely shocked. Bucky evened out his laughter, and watched as Sam vigorously shook his head no. “I am not dating him.” Sam declared, scooting his body to move a little bit more away from Bucky, as you rested back onto the window and watched the two.
Yeah, you didn’t believe him one bit, especially with Bucky wording silently, “We are.” So, you hummed back to Sam for a second while narrowing your eyes a little. “Is it like,” You paused trying to find the right words, as Sam repeatedly said “No,” over and over as if he couldn’t believe what was happening. “Is it like, not official? Cause you guys can trust me, I won’t say anything.” You replied, speaking softly.
Sam finally looked back at Bucky, seeing what Bucky was doing and smacked his arm again. “We are not dating. He’s just a friend, well now he’s just a coworker, since he’s acting so damn stupid.” Sam grunted out the end of his reply, as Bucky punched him back this time.
You laughed at the two, “Oh, alright! It’s just- you guys look so cute together!” The two of them completely stopped and just looked at you. Bucky was the one who looked confused now, as Sam raised his eyebrows back at you. “Come on, no we don’t.” Sam chuckled out, with Bucky nodding along and you shrugged back to them.
A small moment of silence went through the three of you, as Sam and Bucky completely readjusted in their seats properly, buckling up along with you. Your short time of happiness started to fade as the flight attendant up in the front started the instruction on what to do if anything were to happen. Your fear of planes was one of the worst things that you dealt with on a common basis. Almost every week or so, you had to jump on a plane for work, but you never seemed to get over that fear.
Sam gazed back at you as you sighed out shakily, now remembering how scared you would get during the take off. His stare softened as he noticed your hands starting to tremble as the plane started driving on the runway, and he whispered a short “Hey” to you.
You looked back up at Sam, as your fingers started tapping against each other. “Want to hold my hand, like good old times?” Sam asked, pushing his hand on the rest between the two of you. You nodded back with a small thankful smile.
“Thank you, Sam.” You whispered back and took his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly as the plane started to go even faster down the runway. You began to tremble even more when you felt the bumps, and Sam pulled away from you for a moment. You looked at him confused as he pushed the rest up between the two of the seats and scooted closer to you. He moved as close as he could, even taking off the seatbelt and opening his arms to you. You leaned into his hug just as soon as the plane started to lift, and he rubbed gentle circles on your back as you held your breath. Bucky sent a small smile to the two of you and leaned back in his chair, looking back around to the other seats.
The take off went well but the two of you still were hugging and you hesitantly pulled away. “Thank you, your hugs were always the best.” You said softly, as Sam put the seat belt back on again. Your nerves were slightly easing out again, and you were thankful that Sam hugged you. He looked back up to you and grinned, “No, it was your hugs that were the best.” His words made you laugh lightly, and you beamed back to him.
“Why did we never talk afterwards?” You wondered aloud.
Sam exhaled out slightly, “I have no idea.” You nodded back to his words, and your smile dropped a little. You opened your mouth again, timidly speaking up, “You know, after we did, I would dial in your number sometimes and I never pressed the button to call. I deleted your number a while after, but for some reason my mind hung onto your number. It took a while to forget,” You paused, eyeing his expression. He seemed downhearted at your sudden confession.
“And sometimes, I regret forgetting it.” You finished, breathing out slightly at the end. Sam took a moment before responding to your words, “I did the same thing, uh. I actually got a new number, if you ever want to reconnect, you know?”
You nodded back with a small grin. “That sounds great, but you know we still have several hours to reconnect, if you want to now?” Sam laughed at your invitation and the two of you immediately blasted into another conversation while Bucky watched on with a small snicker.
Safe to say, the next time the two of you shared a flight together, you two did more than just reconnect.
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Episode 10: The One with ANOTHER Moonlit Rooftop Moment
Still surrounded by dead bodies, guys. There is, unfortunately, an abundance of plot this time
But let’s slog through it BC OUR BOYS ARE WORTH IT
So right now we meet Xue Yang, Xiao Xingchen, and Song Lan
Love ya guys, but we’re not here for you today
(even tho xxc is the most beautiful elf prince of a boy i’ve ever seen; no wonder xy gets all obsessed with him and song lan falls in love)
(yes, song lan and xxc are in love, no i will not be taking comments)
Moving on!
Plot plot, xy and xxc have a sword fight, plot plot
Oooh, wait there is an itty bitty piece of WangXiantics here
Wwx uses his Magic Rope of Binding/Bonding to reel XY in like a fish and proceeds to yank him about while he tries to have a sword fight with xxc
(NO ONE’S ALLOWED TO HAVE ROMANTIC SWORD FIGHTS IN THE MOONLIGHT EXCEPT ME AND LWJ -- wwx, probably)
So he does this, and then throws a little grin at lwj and teases “lan zhan, are you still bored?”
Ahhh, wwx, you might as well have shouted: LAN ZHAN, DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID? WASN’T THAT CLEVER? ISN’T MY INVENTION USEFUL?? AREN’T YOU IMPRESSED???
It’s okay, we all got the message anyway
Except maybe lwj bc he is still a Disaster Gay™ even if he now knows he is In Love and Soulmate’d for Life
I’d like to pause a moment to let you all know that wwx has a HILARIOUS 'disgust' reaction to xy.
Xy is all captured and xxc is all CONFESS and xy is all yeah okay i killed all those guys and it was fun
Wwx’s face gets all twisted up like when you smell something rotten
AND THEN DOES A FULL-BODY TWITCH AWAY FROM XY LIKE HE’S TRYING NOT TO PHYSICALLY PUKE
IT’S SO FREAKING FUNNY
I mean i shouldn’t laugh bc that’s probably a reasonable reaction to a unhinged killer saying that murder is just a fun hobby of his, BUT GOD, I HAD TO REWIND AND SEE THAT REACTION PLAY OUT TWICE, I WAS CRACKING UP
Anyway
Xy is all tied up and captured and everybody talks plot stuff (after introducing themselves and doing the whole “wow, you’re awesome,” and “no, no, you’re awesome” thing)
Xy laughs because he’s a murderous lunatic and wwx is like “what’s so funny asshole”
Wwx is def posturing here
I think he’s threatened bc they have similar sense of fashion
Like, hell no, this murderous bastard is not gonna steal MY look
HE’S GIVING BLACK ROBES A BAD RAP, I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!!
Lwj: Give us the Plot Device
Xy: idk what you’re talking about bro. I just came out here to have a good time and attack people right now
Wwx: lan zhan, don’t bother talking to him!!
Yeah, wwx is DEFINITELY feeling threatened lol
Like, omg why is lwj listening to this guy? Why did he get closer to him and start talking to him? LWJ HE’S NOT AS PRETTY AS ME!! I LOOK BETTER IN BLACK ROBES, LWJ, STOP LOOKING AT HIM
Wwx: i’ll search him, here hold my sword
Lwj: *pointedly does not reach for wwx’s sword*
None of this is a euphemism guys, get your minds out of the gutter
Wwx: right right, i can search him AND hold my sword at the same time, nbd nbd
Wwx: *proceeds to molest xy*
and in that moment, all of us suddenly wished to be a murderous lunatic
Xy: woah there, mr. handsy, people will talk!!
Wwx: bro, i am the KING of gay chicken, don’t try me
MEANWHILE, lwj is watching all this go down very intently
WHATCHA LOOKING AT LWJ
WHAT’S THE MATTER
R U JEALOUS RN??
‘Nooo, that’s supposed to ME under wwx’s sexy wandering hands’ --lwj, probably
we feel your pain, bro
So that’s the first wangxian moment of the episode
Lwj being jealous again
Altho to be fair, i mean, anybody would be miffed watching their soulmate feel up someone Not Them, right?
Right.
Plot plot plotty NHS and Meng Yao appear conveniently plotty plot plot
Xxc and SL get invited to Qinghe to witness Justice Get Served to XY
Xxc: yeah no, we’re not doing that. Clan politics not really our scene
Xxc: we prefer to be alone together and travel the world, right, boyfriend, i mean Song Lan?
SL: *is handsome and stoic*
Then wwx has a Same Hat moment
Wwx: OH, US TOO, ME AND LAN ZHAN DO THAT TOO
Lwj: you should give us your contact details
Lwj: in case we need you.
Lwj: for stuff.
LOOK AT LWJ BEING ALL SOCIABLE
I’M SO PROUD OF YOU BB
(he really did ask them how to reach them tho)
Lwj rightfully saw xxc & SL and thought, now there’s a gay couple i can bond with
Then the group splits up with XXC and SL go their own way
I mention this because we get a shot of LWJ staring longingly at the pair of them as they walk off
You know why?
You all know why
IT’S BC HE’S DAYDREAMING OF HIM AND WWX DOING WHAT THEY DO
JUST TRAVELING TOGETHER AND PUTTING GOOD INTO THE WORLD
*SOBSOB*
And then WWX breaks the daydream with a simple “let’s go?” and lwj just turns around and follows him with barely a pause
BC HE LOVES WWX AND WILL GO ANYWHERE HE WANTS!!!!
We arrive at the Unclean Realm for Plot Reasons
Plot plot, NMJ makes a Badass Entrance, jc & wwx fanboy over him, plot
More plot stuff
More non-wangxian stuff
So much non-wangxian stuff
Why, show, why
Foreshadowing Plot Stuff
AND WE’RE AT THE 30 MINUTE MARK OF THE EPISODE WHEN WE FINALLY GET A SUBSTANTIAL WANGXIAN SCENE
OH GOD, IT TOOK SO LONG
I ALMOST DIDN’T MAKE IT GUYS
BUT HERE I AM!!!
Okay, okay *deep breath* we’re good now
WWX IS ON A ROOF!!
RIGHT NEXT TO LWJ’S ROOM!!!
Bc he’s drunk and can’t find his way back to his own rooms so he thought sleeping on the roof was a good option?? JOIN A HELP GROUP, WWX
LWJ was peacefully meditating in his room and when there arose such a clatter that he had to grab bichen and was ready to cut a bitch
But just kidding! bc he hears wwx’s voice and immediately relaxes
Wwx: these roof tiles are much rougher than the ones in gusu, so rocky, so uncomfy
He says this as if it was done to purposely inconvenience him specifically
Again, he’s drunk here guys
But he’s a poetic drunk!!
Wwx: the world is a room, i’ll take the sky as my quilt and the ground as my bed
A very pretty way of saying I CAN’T FIND MY ROOM, GUESS I’LL SLEEP OUTSIDE
Wwx then shows us that he can’t drink properly from a jar of wine and just pours it into his mouth and sloshes half of it down his neck and on his clothes
Ooooh, but that’s a nice shot of his jawline
And oooh, his neck’s all glistening now
I APPROVE
I APPROVE VERY MUCH
And then ~THEIR SONG~ STARTS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND as lwj exits his rooms and walks outside to see wwx lounging on the rooftop like a particularly handsome raccoon or smth
Wwx: lan zhan, i’ll sleep on your roof tonight *passes out drunk but in a ridiculously cute way*
FOR REAL, HE JUST SPRAWLS OUT ON THE ROOF AND THEN ~GENTLY~ LEANS HIS HEAD ON HIS HIS HAND AND DRIFTS OFF ANGELICALLY
STOP BEING SO CUTE WWX
LWJ: wei ying, i have to go
He says SOFTLY and with LOVE and then PROCEEDS TO ABANDON HIS SOULMATE TO GO OFF AND DO STUPID PLOT THINGS
But guys, it was still beautiful
He says that and EVERYTHING goes all slo-mo as he walks away
I mean, the shot of him walking away is done so that we can see wwx perched on the rooftop above him and lwj does that stately strut he has
And then the camera gives us a shot of wwx’s face as the WIND GENTLY RUSTLES HIS HAIR
STILL IN SLO MO
WITH ~THEIR SONG~
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Ugh gross, this beautiful scene is followed up by that wen chao
Plot plot
Suddenly a wen vs. nie battle is happening
For Plot Reasons, blegh
Omg so many Dramatic Twirls everywhere
Okay, okay, unfortunately we gotta listen to Wen Chao for a moment to get a breadcrumb’s worth of wangxian here
Wc: hey, wwx, since you’re ~sooo~ interested in GusuLan stuff, let me tell you something
Wc: *proceeds to brag about his big brother destroying the cloud recesses*
(even the bad guys know wwx and lwj are obsessed with each other, YOU’RE NOT SUBTLE BOYS)
Wc: if lwj manages to make it home, he’s gonna find it in ruins!!
(seriously FUCK THIS GUY)
Wwx: *the most ferocious glare we’ve seen him do so far*
Looks like somebody just won first place in wwx’s shit list
Then more plot stuff happens, we see nmj and meng yao break up, blah blah blah
And that’s the end of ep10!!!
This was...so hard, guys. So difficult. A trial, even. I had to wait for an ENTIRE HALF-HOUR TO GET A SIGNIFICANT PIECE OF WANGXIAN PIE.
I mean, yeah, i got to see xxc’s beautiful face, but GOD, AT WHAT COST??
Also, are you guys starting to notice a Thing about rooftops?
Because it’s there.
We’re def gonna have more Rooftop Moments
Stay tuned!
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This is totally an AU but consider Mic as a real deal villain without his morals. I like to think he'd do a number à la "I'm the Bad Guy" from Wonder over Yonder. Equally parts badass, catchy and villainly and of course done with style!
So, I probably put more effort into this than I should have, but you discovered my secret love for that song more than anything else, and, well… Enjoy?
Summary: Aizawa Shouta learns just how much of a villain Present Mic can be - and why he had been so familiar over the last few weeks.
Inspired by Caleb Hyles cover of “I’m the Bad Guy” over here on youtube.
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Heartless
Awareness filtered in slowly through cottoned thoughts and asluggish pulse, Aizawa Shouta trying to get his thoughts in order to figure outwhat was wrong - because something was wrong. He may have been underground, buthe was still a pro hero. There was no way to be a pro hero for over a decadeand not know when something was wrong.
The pieces came in slowly. The sound of breathing besides his ownand heavy bangs against what might have been reinforced steel or metal. Therewas the blurry sight of a dark room with low lighting that had him on edgebefore he could realize why, as well as a body tied up in a chair beside him.It was the feeling of handcuffs around his wrists that really had Shoutaforcing himself to full consciousness.
“If you have a useful quirk, guy, now would be a great time to useit,” the man beside him mumbled, looking to have a generic mutant quirk of anoxen or something in the same vein. Shouta supposed that was why the man wastied down with chains instead of rope like Shouta himself was. “Oi, c’mon, anydrugs he gave you should have worn off by now.”
It was the hissed mention of drugs that had Shouta truly snappingup, heart speeding up and shaking off the lingering effects of what had beendone to him because he realized he had been drugged. That couldn’t be,though. The last thing he remembered was being out on his first date in yearswith-
“Fuck.” Shouta looked around the room as best he could,feeling his panic increase when he saw it was just him and the stranger in theroom. “There should be someone else in here.”
“Yeah, the crazy son of a bitch who kidnapped us. C’mon, man,what’s your quirk?” The voice was unfamiliar, but the face had Shouta frowningwith some vague recognition. He didn’t know if that was good or bad, yet.
“Nothing that’ll help us get out of here,” Shouta finally said,straining at the ropes that were tying him down. He hadn’t had his capturescarf when he had been abducted, so there was little use in that helping. Hehadn’t been wearing his pro hero gear at all and he had made sure thatno one would follow them, so this was more than some villain getting lucky.This had to have been something that was planned.
“Fucking fuck.” An oxen mutant quirk. Shouta knew that wasfamiliar, but his thoughts were still too cloudy to figure out the precisereason. Fuck, he couldn’t worry about it. He needed to figure out a way out ofhere so he could find out what happened.
Pulling at the ropes for a moment more, Shouta leaned forward asfar as he could go, getting ready to fling himself back. If he was lucky theneither the chair would break, or he would be able to get a bit more room towork himself free of his restraints. Before he could go through with it,though, he heard a familiar voice.
“Oh, I wouldn’t bother with that, hero.” It was the Englishnickname crooned out with delight that told Shouta exactly who had kidnappedhim and this familiar stranger. “Don’t you like the company I gave you? Ithought you two might have a lot to talk about, seeing as his superiors wantyou dead.”
“Look, man, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about! Okay,so yeah, I sell some Trigger on the side, but it’s technically the legal stuff,so you and whoever here can’t do shit about it!”
“Oh?” Present Mic… The man had started out as a bit of a joke, butShouta would be lying if he said he didn’t see how much of a threat the VoiceVillain had become. It wasn’t just his quirk, which was devastating, but thesharp wit and terrifying intelligence the man possessed, as well. “So, then,you aren’t the little errand boy from the League of Villains that’s beenattempting to recruit me for the past few months?”
Ah, that’s where Shouta had recognized him, then. Tanaka Kudan hadbeen a small-time drug dealer before he had joined up with the League of Villains.They had reason to suspect that he was one of many acting as a recruiter, butnow it seemed Shouta had proof if Tanaka was trying to get Present Mic to jointhe League.
“Oh, and as for you, Eraserhead, don’t bother trying to use yourquirk. Those cuffs are the same ones I had to wear last month, so they seem tobe pretty effective, don’t you think?” Fuck. That made things a lot moredifficult seeing as Shouta was tied up and Mic could use his quirklong-distance.
“What’d you do with the man that was with me?” There was silence inthe empty room, Shouta feeling his heart ready to pound its way out of hischest. When the silence wasn’t broken, Shouta knew to expect the worst. “Youbetter hope you’re not in this room when I get out of here.”
His words were forced out through a growl, Shouta straining at theropes again before stopping as he heard a soft, amused laugh that was so familiar.“Oh, Eraser.” No- No, that was Mic’s voice, but that laugh was… “No, I supposeI should say Shouta, now, shouldn’t I?”
The lights became a touch brighter as footsteps approached them,Shouta wishing more than anything that he could close his eyes and look away.He wasn’t allowed the choice before there was enough light to recognize who wasstanding in front of him.
“Always such the hero, Shouta.” Yamada Hizashi stood in front ofhim in the same outfit that he had been wearing when Shouta had picked him upat his apartment; an old and worn pair of black jeans, a soft and open sweatertucked around a light grey vest with a matching the sky-blue button upunderneath, and long golden hair tucked up into a half-bun. The only differencewas that he was wearing the sunglasses of Present Mic. “It’s cute, really.”
“Hizashi?” Shouta’s heart, which had been pounding in fear andworry, felt like it had suddenly stuttered to a halt. “You’re…” It had beenthat missed step. Every day more he spent around Hizashi he had been feelinglike there was a missed step and now… Now he knew why.
“A villain?” Hiz- Present Mic gave a wide grin, sharpcanines on full display and sunglasses slipping down to show vibrant, blood-redeyes. “Oh, Shouta. You really didn’t want to see what was right in front ofyou, did you?”
The same eyes, the same features, the same hair and mustache, thesame voice. All the signs had been there, but Yamada Hizashi had been sodifferent in personality. He had been shy and soft spoken and had grownembarrassed when he talked too much and had been so sweet when he hadasked Shouta if he was busy that night and fuck.
“You still look confused, Shouta, or maybe surprised is a betterword.” That smile showed that it was no one other than Present Mic, the villaingrand and dramatic as he laughed loudly and wildly, the sound echoing off themetal walls and forcing a shiver to crawl down Shouta’s spine. “Let me put thisway in a way you two will understand.”
There was the sound of a clicked button that seemed to echo in thesilence, Shouta not sure if he was horrified or amused as music startedplaying. It had to be some combination because while he had dealt with villainsbefore, he had never dealt with the villains found in cartoons and stories.
High key, unhinged people who found delight in carnage anddestruction and always pulled off plans and ideas that could kill dozens butmade it all into some sick game. A villain like that was one in a million, andShouta had managed to fall in love with him.
“I’m not the damsel in distress.” Hizashi (because this was Hizashithe man he had fallen for) started to sashay and move around theroom, voice powerful and strong and smooth as he sang the words like this allreally was some game. Beside him, Tanaka looked pale and scared. No doubt hesensed what Shouta knew. This man knew full well what it was to be a villain.
“I’m not your boyfriend or the frightened mess.” The wordswere sung straight to him, Shouta trying to jerk his head away when Hizashigrabbed him by the chin to hold him in place. Just as quick as he had him, hewas let go, Hizashi’s sharp smile turning to Tanaka. “I’m not a little birdwho needs your help to fly.” A message to the League, no doubt. ‘PresentMic’ had been complaining about their attempts to recruit him for weeks, now.
“Nope!” The word was cheerful and bubbly and so reminiscentof the laugh he had heard just a few hours ago that Shouta felt like rippinghis heart out himself. “I’m the bad guy.” The look Hizashi threw themwas a look that could never be called sane.
“All these former villains that you see!” Former villains…?Before Shouta could wonder too long, Hizashi kicked at a table and toppled itover, various pieces of equipment and gear scattering across the floor to land attheir feet. “Each of them with shaking knees has knelt before me!” Therewere pieces of equipment that were the markers of certain villains that Shoutaand other heroes had been tracking for months. Had Hizashi reallymanaged to defeat them all?
“So I’m not your teammate or your partner in crime!” No, hecertainly wasn’t. Hizashi would only ever join the League of Villains todestroy it from the inside out and he would do the same to heroes. “What amI, boys?!” Shouta thought that Hizashi expected them to answer before he was squinting as the lights flared intofull brightness.
The upbeat, poppy music was still playing as Shouta stared withwide eyes in terror as the lights highlighted the dozens of Nomu thatwere caged all around the room. The lights had some of them screechingand growling, Shouta swallowing and remembering USJ clearer than he had sincehis initial nightmares. Beside him, Tanaka sounded like he might have been dryheaving.
“Oh it’s magic to watch them all shrivel up and die!”Hizashi was still singing and almost dancing around the room, sweater slippedoff and tossed to the side, a pair of gloves slipped over his hands. Withoutthe sweater, he was looking a lot more like Mic and a lot less like Hizashi. “Ohit’s thrilling to be a villain.”
The man was back in front of Shouta and almost sitting in his lap,leather gloves cold against his cheeks as he sang the lyrics in whatever fuckedup song had caught his attention, “I destroy their hopes and then I watchthem cry… Cause I’m the Bad Guy.”
Shouta felt like he could have cried when he felt lips touch hisfor the briefest of moments before Hizashi was back and walking the room, musicshifting into something darker than even before, “Actually… I didn’t used tobe the Bad Guy, I was just a bit surprising.” Shouta took a breath, tryingto focus. Whatever had happened before, it didn’t matter now. He was a hero -and a pro, at that. If Nomu were involved, then Present Mic had become evenmore dangerous then before. He needed to be stopped.
“It’s not worth losing sleep, it’s not worth analyzing.”Maybe there was a hint as to what he was planning in his song? It would be justlike him to put all his plans in a song format and then sing them to thepeople he had captured. “There was a time not so long ago at all I was justlike you, did you hear my call?”
Hizashi was staring right at him and Shouta felt the words swirlaround his head, heart not only stopping, but breaking. There was alwayssome sort of truth to Mic’s songs, but this… Whatever soft moment had been leftwas now gone, Present Mic laughing as he petted the Nomu.
“Oh ain’t it fantastic?! I see something, I blast it! And let metell you why…” The Nomu were acting like pets. Did they respond toanyone if they were away from the League, or had Hizashi managed to controlthem in a different way? Shouta didn’t get to think about it long before Hizashiwas walking back towards him.
“I’ve always had a weakness for barrenness and bleakness.”Hizashi’s full attention was all on him and Shouta felt sick with himself whenhe realized he liked it. “I crush all your hopes and then I watch youcry…” A hand on the back of his neck had him going still for just enoughtime for Hizashi to press his lips against his, the kiss soft and warm andrelaxed as if they had an eternity to spend in that kiss alone. It waseverything Shouta had wanted earlier that night. What a sick joke.
“See I find this business rather fun!” Hizashi let him goand was grinning wild and vicious, looking between Tanaka and then him. “Idon’t want your assistance or your adulation! I’ll vaporize your fantasyand bid you bye-bye!”
Hizashi was back over at one of the cages, fingers tapping on a keypadbeside it. Shouta had a second to realize what was happening before he wasstruggling to get out of his binds. “Why?” The word was drawn out as hesang, Hizashi’s voice crazy and almost distorted as the cage began to open.“Come on- Guess!”
It felt like it happened in snapshots. One moment Shouta wasstruggling with his bonds, the next he was looking up, another he saw the Nomuin front of them and then the one that had almost killed him, and then he feltwarm blood on his cheek and heard the gurgles of life rapidly leaving a body,the stench of the Nomu right beside him overpowering everything else asTanaka… Shouta couldn’t see much with the way he was tied down and the bulk ofthe Nomu in the way, but there was more than enough blood to let him know theman’s state.
“Because I’m the Bad Guy…”
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The first Erasermic kiss I write and it’s for this… I’m sorry?
#erasermic#bnha#villain mic#villain!mic#present mic#heartless#hello-casualbouquetcycle#my writing#minor character death
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not to start The Discourse™, but why do you think chaorian is toxic? i don’t ship it (mostly bc the shippers are usually the same “a*lin is a bitch and dorian is the real hero and poor bby kale deserved better!!1!”), but i’m genuinely curious as to why it could be seen as toxic? i hope this doesn’t come across as rude!
hi, so this has been sitting in my inbox for a good month-ish because i’ve been trying to think of the right way to respond to this that makes as much sense typed out as it does in my head so, here goes.
1. you literally cannot seperate ‘’’’chaorian’’’ from a desire to wipe aelin out of her own narrative. both characters make it abundantly clear many times that they have little to no concern for aelin as a person, show wilful ignorance to her needs and her wellbeing, hurt her to further their own goals and are 10000% willing to use her as the means to an end- often for the sake of the other person. These 2 characters have routinely acted out in ways that have hurt, damaged, or upset aelin, the teenage girl they purchased from slave mine for their own purposes. and you want to ship the 2 together as a means of protest….i guess? cinnte
2. considering both of them have/had canon partners who were woc it gives off waves like that post about how white women will see two white men happily in relationships with woc and still be like ‘…..but they stood next 2 each other!!!!they are soulmates :)’
also imo its twice as insidious with sorscha / yrene because 1) without deriding either characters or their merit, their plot lines and existence are heavily tied to their romantic relationship with chaol & dorian, for better or worse. being like ‘oh yeah but they just….go off and do something else! while my boys get it on :)’ is…….uhhh…….
and 2) check how many people write chaorian as ‘chaol comforting dorian after he loses sorscha and they fall in love’ and then stop and think how fucked that is
3. if, within any other ToG couple or ship r whatever:
1 person attempted to get off with a drunk 17 year old and the other, a grown adult, watched without intervening until it looked like person 1 was about to get their ass beaten
watched another person have a breakdown about losing a loved one and once they could be sure they were of no use, both conspired to force that person to leave because they were afraid they were ‘unhinged’ despite 1 party being heavily involved in said loved ones death
1 person watched a third party being nearly murdered by person 2, then blamed that third party when they attacked the person
risked the lives of 6 people by ignoring advice and going against all plans [made for everyones safety] to go ‘’’rescue’’ the 2nd person
1 risked the lives of thousands of people by not considering the possibility that the other had the power to kill and was possessed
1 refused to tell their ex that there was special curses on the place they were breaking into until hours before they planned to do so, which could have gotten them killed, because they were mad they wouldnt have sex with them
1 person considered the others magic as special and not defining of their personhood, but everyone elses didnt matter and wasn’t an integral part of them OR was dirty and terrible
If 1 person had sex dreams about the teenager they sent out on a mission they couldnt return from without their consent, and the other sympathised with them and said how hard it must be for them, without worrying about the wellbeing of the supposed ‘friend’ that was said teenager
if 1 person had the time to promote the other into a position of power but not the time NOT to bury their girlfriend in anything except an unmarked grave
and both were people in positions of THE most power in the whole book
……..then i wouldnt have needed to make this post would i? 100′s of others would have made it for me.
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