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Dancin’ With The Devil

Mothman!Joel x F!Reader x Jersey Devil!Tommy

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A sequel to Mothman Fever

Author’s note: Here it is!! A few days early!! Thank you to @pr0ximamidnight for beta reading and helping me come up with Tommy’s backstory. ❤️🦋

Summary: A year after you met Joel at the Mothman Festival in Point Pleasant, West Virginia, he decides to introduce you to his mysterious brother, Tommy.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: no outbreak, oral sex (M and F receiving), semi public sex, sex pollen, drinking, dub con, MFM threesome (Joel and Tommy don’t touch during it), monsterfucking, pet names (Luna like the moth lmao), very light angst, mentions of food, made up Mothman/Jersey Devil lore, no use of y/n

It’s your favorite time of year, late September, which means only one thing; the Mothman Festival. Last year’s festival was one for the books. Meeting Joel was most definitely the highlight of the trip. You’ve kept in contact with him here and there since then. It blows your mind that you’re texting and calling the Mothman. And ever since you’ve met you’re left with more questions than ever. Who knew Mothman was a charming man with a Southern accent that could shapeshift? You’ve researched on your own, never telling your friends what you found that one fateful night in the woods. They would never believe you. But your research has come up empty-handed every time. You assumed that Joel being the sweet talker he is has done this to countless other women over the years, hoping that you’d find some Reddit threads of women discussing their encounters with the strange man in Point Pleasant, Virginia. But it seems you’re the only one.

…Or they’ve all been too ashamed to tell their story, too scared of the flack they might catch. A man that shapeshifts into a giant human moth is definitely hard to believe. But if there’s one thing for certain, you’ll ask him all the burning questions you’ve been thinking about over the past year.

You’re driving to Point Pleasant again, excited for what this year’s festival has in store.

This time you’re alone. Janelle couldn’t get off from work and Tara has the flu. But this just means that you get more time with Joel.

You’ll be recreating last year’s festival down to a T. This afternoon you’re going to lunch with Joel at Village Pizza where you first met. The next night is set aside for the bar you and Joel went to for your first date. But the final night is the crown jewel– the Mothman stakeout at the McClintic Wildlife Area.

You drive to the hotel, the same one you stayed at last year, and internally cry at the price. Last year you split the rate between the three of you but now you’re eating the cost yourself. Whatever, it’s fine. It’s worth it if you’ll have an experience like last year.

Once you’re checked in and settled into your room you receive a text from Joel, right on time, as if he knew you were finally free.

Hey, Luna. 🦋

Hey, Joel.

You settled in your room yet?

Yeah!

Meet me at Village Pizza in 30?

Sounds good. See you soon :)

You change before you leave, opting for another funny t-shirt. This one says Mothman is real and he’s my girlfriend, hoping Joel will get a kick out of it.

You walk to Village Pizza and spot Joel sitting in a booth from the window outside. He smiles when he sees you but it melts into a frown when he sees your shirt. You head inside and slide inside the booth, beaming at him while his scowl never fades.

“What’s with the shirt?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“…Girlfriend?”

“What about it?”

“Shouldn’t it say boyfriend?”

“Are you using the B word, Joel?” you laugh.

He laughs too, never actually answering your question.

“Good to see you. You’re lookin’ good.”

“Likewise,” you smile. “Got any big plans tonight? Gonna bump into a bright light or something?”

“Funny,” he says, rolling his eyes. “But no. I thought we’d go out tonight.”

“Oh, okay.”

“No friends with you this time? I thought one of them was coming.”

“Tara was supposed to come but she came down with the flu.”

“That’s too bad… But at least I get you all to myself until…” he trails off, grabbing your hand on the table.

“Until what?”

“Have I mentioned my brother Tommy at all?”

“Yeah. You said he was in Jersey last year.”

“He won’t be joining us tonight but he’ll be here tomorrow. That alright with you?”

“Fine with me. I’m excited to meet him.”

“I figured you would be,” he says, squeezing your hand.

You’re just as curious about Tommy as you are Joel. Could he be a Mothman, too?

After a successful lunch at Village Pizza, you part ways for the rest of the afternoon, giving you time to rest after your drive until you go out tonight.

You take a nap, having the most vivid dreams about Mothman Joel and potentially Mothman Tommy until your alarm goes off and it’s time to get ready.

You opt for a t-shirt that says The only thing keeping me going is Mothman’s fat ass. Maybe he’ll like this one better.

At eight you get a text from Joel saying he’s in the lobby so you look over your appearance once more in the mirror before swiftly meeting him downstairs.

“Well don’t you look beautiful, Luna,” he says, pulling you in for a hug and a quick kiss on your neck. Excitement already brews between your legs just from the small gesture of affection.

“Thanks, Joel,” you smile, pulling away and looking at him. He’s wearing dark jeans and a flannel. And his curls are extra fluffy. God, he looks good.

“Same place as last time?” you ask.

“Mhm,” he says, leading you out of the hotel with a hand on the small of your back.

“Much better shirt this time,” he whispers in your ear as you walk side by side. You just giggle in response.

It’s starting to get a little busy on the streets but nothing crazy just yet. It’s only Friday evening and the festival won’t hit its peak until tomorrow night. The bar is relatively crowded inside but luckily there’s a small booth for the two of you in the back. They have the same drink special you got last year– the blood orange margarita with a gummy butterfly on top. It’s feeling like old times again.

Joel nurses a beer as you make small talk, nothing too wild or crazy. It’s Mothman weekend in the Mothman capital of the country. You can’t exactly ask him all your burning questions about Mothman lore just yet. But the drinks are loosening you up and you’re sitting closer to each other, cheeks burning with desire for one another.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks as if he read your mind.

“You know it!” you say, slamming the rest of your drink and grabbing your purse.

He grabs your hand and helps you up from the booth, making your way to the bar so he can pay the tab. Once that’s all set, he leads you outside, hand on the small of your back again. The street is busy now and you’re walking through crowds of people packed shoulder to shoulder. The hand on your back quickly turns into a snug arm around your waist to ensure you don’t get separated among the drunken festivalgoers.

He wakes you down the street, at least a few blocks, until he turns down a small secluded alley, bringing you all the way to… a truck?

“Why do you need a truck?”

“You think I just fly everywhere?”

“Well… No, I guess not.”

“I’ll blow my cover.”

“You’re right,” you sigh, admitting defeat. “It’s just kinda funny to picture Mothman driving a truck.”

“I don’t drive the truck in my moth form.”

“Are you able to just like… shift at will?” you ask. Now that you’re alone you’re taking the opportunity to get all your burning questions answered.

“Yes. But it wasn’t always that way,” he says, unlocking this truck.

You sit in the back together and while you know what’s going to happen next you’re not sitting on any dicks until you get your questions answered.

“So… how did you turn into Mothman?”

“I went on a hike one way and got lost… Ended up coming in contact with the wood spirits who cursed me for encroaching on their land.”

“Wood spirits??”

“Mhm.”

“Where?”

“Texas.”

“You never told me you were from Texas.”

“I don’t share a lot of information about myself normally.”

“How’d you end up here?”

“Back then I couldn’t control when I could shift and I didn’t want to give my family a bad reputation back in Austin.”

“So you’ve been alone this whole time?”

“I see Tommy from time to time.”

“What about other people from the festival? Have you… done this sort of thing before?”

“Like what I have with you?” he says, looking at you and placing a hand on your thigh.

“Yeah,” you say, looking away, almost as if you’re afraid of his answer.

“No. You’re the first one, Luna.”

“Really?” you say, meeting his eyes again. His pupils are blown wide, looking at you with all the love and admiration in the world. For a split second, you swear his eyes flash red.

“I mean it.”

He leans in closer, the hand on your moving closer to the hem of your skirt. That was enough questioning for now.

You take it upon yourself to straddle his lap. His large hands grab your thighs, fingertips sinking into your soft skin as he manhandles you. Your wetness is growing at an impossible rate. Something about Joel drives you crazy. Aside from your obvious attraction to him, it has to be the pheromones. He sinks his teeth in your neck as you rock your rips back and forth. The wetness runs down your thighs and pools on his bulge. You purposely skipped out on panties for this occasion.

“So wet for me, Luna. I can feel it,” he says, kissing up your neck and along your jawline.

His mouth ghosts yours, warm breath tickling your face. You smell his fruity aroma like you did in the forest all those months ago. You haven’t even seen him in his Mothman form yet. And here he is, driving you wild with his pheromones.

“Joel…” you whine. “I need you.”

“Beg for me.”

“I can’t wait any longer,” you say, needily rutting your hips into him.

“No?” he teases.

“No,” you whimper.

He reaches in between your thighs, hastily undoing the fly of his jeans and pulling out his cock. You lean back and look down– eight inches, thick, and uncut with pre-cum leaking from the tip. He strokes himself, spreading the wetness he’s built up down his shaft, looking at you with a devilish grin.

“You want it?”

“More than anything.”

“Come and get it.”

You pull up your skirt and inch forward, wet cunt hovering over his rock-hard cock before sinking down onto him. Your warmth envelops every inch, walls expanding to accommodate his girth.

“Good girl,” he praises, hands squeezing your waist.

You rest your hands on his shoulders, knees supporting you on the old leather seats of his truck. You bounce and ride in the backseat, condensation forming on the windows.

“You take my cock so good. Look at you, puttin’ on a show for me,” he says, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look directly into his eyes. You swear they flash red again. You’re too far gone, too cock drunk to form coherent sentences, looking at him with your falling into a soft O. Beads of sweat dot your forehead as you’re sent into a state of pure euphoria. It’s almost too much.

Until it isn’t.

Your orgasm rips through you, core muscles convulsing erratically. He feels and grips your chin harder, showering you with praise.

“Good fuckin’ girl. That’s right. Soak my cock.”

“Fuck, Joel. It’s so good,” you moan, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

“Mmm my cock makes you feel so good, doesn’t it, Luna?”

“It does, Joel– Ah!” you start to say. But you’re cut off with a moan as Joel jerks his hips up into you. And then he finally spills his load into you, letting out a string of grunts and curse words.

Your hips slow to a stop and you rest against him, your head on his shoulder. He softly rubs your back and whispers words of praise in your ear.

“You’re incredible, you know that?”

“Yeah?” you ask, sleepiness dripping from your voice.

“Mhm. And tomorrow night’s going to be so special.”

“Why’s that?”

“It will be. Just trust me.”

“Okay,” you whisper, letting yourself succumb to sleep.

The next morning you wake up in your bed alone, not remembering how you got there. You rub your eyes and roll over to find your phone, squinting at the bright screen. Joel texted you a few hours ago.

Text me when you’re awake.

You glance at the time and see that you slept through the morning and most of the afternoon. It’s three o’clock. Yikes.

But it’s not like last night wasn’t worth it.

Good morning? But I guess it’s really the afternoon now haha

How’d you sleep?

Like a baby!

That’s good to hear. Can you call me?

You sit upright and dial his number, putting the phone to your ear and hearing his gruff voice over the line.

“Hey, Luna.”

“Hi, Joel.”

“I wanted to talk about the plans for tonight.”

“Okay. Is Tommy in town yet?”

“Mhm.”

“Cool! Where should we go?”

“Well, I was thinkin’... You know how you met me in the woods last year?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you say we do the same tonight?”

“But the stakeout is tomorrow night.”

“I know… It’ll be fine. Trust me.”

“I-”

“You know you’re safe with me, right?”

“I know, Joel.”

“Head to the McClintic Wildlife Area at nine, okay?”

“Okay, Joel. See you then. Bye.”

You flop down on the bed and think about what shirt you’ll wear tonight.

…And about what you’re going to do for your extremely late breakfast.

After doom scrolling for a bit you shower and get dressed, opting for a shirt that says Mothman is real. We made out. He is a gentle and caring lover for tonight’s momentous occasion.

You hit the town and kill time at The Coffee Grinder and some local museums, anxiously anticipating what tonight will bring.

You creep through the forest, having flashbacks to what happened in these woods last year. That same citrusy, fruity aroma permeates the area again and gold dust hangs in the air. Joel must be near.

Your phone buzzes.

Come closer.

You walk further, your steps so gentle and quiet, careful not to startle other wildlife around you. And then you see it– the familiar red eyes. The scent grows stronger and so does the beat of your heart. Towering above you again is Joel, in his Mothman form of course. You’re not afraid. Instead, you’re happy he’s here in this state without the worry of being watched.

And yet, you sense another presence behind you. Joel looks past you and whatever’s there. You turn and look, not sure what you think should be there.

You couldn’t have expected what was before your eyes.

A creature, just as tall as Mothman. Gargantuan black wings spread out– hooves instead of feet. And a long tail forked at the tip.

You want to scream. And yet, when you open your mouth nothing comes out. You’re paralyzed with fear. But Joel doesn’t seem to mind whatever this is.

Is this some sort of sick joke? Did he lure you into a false sense of security and now after a year something terrible is going to happen?

“Alright, Tommy. Shift back. You’re scarin’ her.”

A silver mist permeates the area. It’s an earthy pine scent. You blink and it starts to dissipate, most of the remnants of it are left on your exposed skin. And before you is a man, bearing a resemblance to Joel.

“...Tommy?”

You turn your head and see that Joel’s still in his Mothman form. Your gaze bounces back and forth between the two of them until it finally lands on Tommy again. He’s smirking, a smile that matches Joel’s.

“What… are you?” you ask.

“You ever heard of the Jersey Devil, baby?” Tommy says,

“That’s what you meant when you said he was in Jersey?”

You turn your head and look at Joel again. When he speaks his mouth doesn’t move, almost like he’s talking to you telepathically.

“Mhm. Left a little clue for ya.”

Joel finally shifts back into his human form. Small remnants of the gold dust still hang in the air, along with the fruity scent. You know what’s going to happen next. It’s as if a fog washes over you and controls your free will, wiping other thoughts from your mind. Your most primal urges are unlocked.

You knew Joel’s Mothman form had this effect on you but Tommy’s you had no idea about. Hell, you were assuming he was another Mothman this whole time, not some other cryptid. And yet his pheromones are having the same effect on you as Joel’s. And the feeling is more intense, burning from the inside out.

“Joel, I feel different.”

“S’Okay, Luna. We’ll take real good care of ya. I promise.”

“Okay,” you say with a shaky breath.

Joel comes closer to you and grabs your hand. Tommy follows you from behind. You tread deeper into the forest, feeling your skin grow hotter as you walk. You try to make small talk to take your mind off of the feeling.

“So Tommy, how did you become…”

“The Jersey Devil?”

“Yeah.”

“Some guy in a bar bet me that I wouldn’t walk into the woods so I had to prove em’ wrong.”

“That’s it?”

“And then I crossed paths with the wood spirits.”

“Those pesky wood spirits,” you joke.

“Why did you leave Austin?”

“Same reason as Joel. Save my family the embarrassment back when I couldn’t control it.”

“And you chose New Jersey of all places?”

“What’s wrong with New Jersey?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly. “You just… couldn’t pay me to live in New Jersey.”

“Ouch,” Joel chimes in. “She’s got a point, though.”

“Listen, there was a severe lack of cryptid presence in that area.”

You all share a laugh before Joel brings you to a small clearing in the forest. The grass is soft beneath you and the nighttime air cools you off, but only just a little. You know what you need to do to get rid of this fever.

You immediately start by shedding your clothes. The urge is incessant. Both brothers smirk as you shed your t-shirt and jeans. But you only start to feel a shred of relief when Joel puts his hands on you, caressing your breasts and whispering in your ear.

“We’re gonna take such good care of ya,” he says, kissing your neck. “Just lie down for me, okay?”

You nod and lie down on the forest floor. A shiver runs down your spine as they tower over you.

“So… who first?”

“I’ll let Tommy here have the honor of tasting you, Luna.”

You spread your legs as Tommy takes off his shirt. His arms are toned, glistening in a mixture of sweat and the silver mist from earlier. He hovers over your face for a second, smirking down at you. You catch a whiff of him and grow even hornier– that pine scent, whatever it is, does something to you, something you can’t explain.

He lowers himself in between your thighs, warm breath tickling your thighs as he chuckles at how wet you are. He licks one long, slow stripe up your cunt, making you shudder. Joel crouches down beside you, hand trailing up your side and caressing the outline of your breast. He looks down at you with wide eyes and the same thing happens again– you swear they flicker red for a second.

Tommy’s arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you flush against his face. His mouth latches on your clit, drawing a deep moan from you.

“He’s making you feel so good, isn’t he, Luna?” Joel asks with a smirk.

“Mhm,” you whine, biting your lip.

“Well, tell him!”

You look down at Tommy and shudder before saying, “Fuck, that feels good.”

Tommy looks up at you from in between your thighs, mouth never leaving your clit. He hums in acknowledgment, sending a vibration through your core. You curse under your breath and close your eyes. But Joel grabs your chin and says, “Eyes on me, Luna.”

You open your eyes just as he takes your nipple between his fingers, playing with it while Tommy brings you closer to the edge. His tongue swirls around your clit, flicking it expertly until the floodgates burst and you cum hard.

Your moans fill the surrounding area, music under the pale moonlight. Both men watch as you writhe under their touch. Your back arches off the forest floor as your cunt clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled already.

Tommy lazily laps up your release, tongue swirling around your entrance until your body finally relaxes on the grass. But the fever hasn’t dissipated yet. The night is far from over.

Tommy stands and switches positions with Joel. It’s like an unspoken agreement between the two men. While Tommy’s allowed to play with your body, he knows that you belong to Joel and so does your pussy.

Joel pulls off his shirt. His veins bulge from his pumped-up biceps and like Tommy, his skin is glistening, too. Your mouth falls open as his large hands grab your hips, pulling you into the bulge growing in his pants.

“You ready for me, Luna?”

“I can’t wait any longer, Joel.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he chuckles. “But be a good girl and take care of Tommy too, okay?”

You look to your right and see Tommy kneeling beside you. He takes the clothes strewn about around you and places them under your head, pulling his cock out of his jeans. Pre-cum leaks from the tip as he strokes himself, his other hand caressing your cheek.

Joel gathers your wetness on his hand and spreads it on his cock, holding your hips as he thrusts into you in one clean motion. You gulp and open your mouth for Tommy, trying to take as much of his cock as you can. Joel’s cock hits all the perfect angles inside you, your second orgasm becoming imminent. Your body takes the force of Joel’s thrusts as Tommy fucks your mouth, his thumb brushes against your skin while he holds your head.

“Good fuckin’ girl. Takin’ two cocks at once,” Joel remarks.

You hum in response, tears welling up in your eyes from the intense feeling. With one last slam of Joel’s hips, you cum around his cock. The muscles in your core contract erratically, sending you into a state of pure bliss. Tommy ruts his hips into your mouth, spilling his cum down your throat. You feel the fever finally start to subside as both men release their spend inside you. Tommy pulls out of your mouth and leans back, putting his cock back in his jeans. You look at Joel who’s still inside you, holding onto your hips tightly. His eyes are closed, his jaw slack. He looks completely blissed out himself. It isn’t until his cock goes soft inside you that he pulls out.

“How’d you find this one?” Tommy asks, putting his shirt back on.

“She found me,” Joel says.

“I’m glad I did,” you sigh.

Once you’ve all come down from your respective highs, you sit up as Tommy grabs your clothes and hands them to you. He unfurls your shirt, looking at the wording with a smirk on his face.

“Mothman is real. We made out. He is a gentle and caring lover?” he laughs.

“Shut up!” Joel says.

“Oh don’t get so defensive, Joel! You know it’s true!”

The two men help you get dressed and help you off your feet. You walk back to your car together before parting ways for the night.

“Gonna go fly around or something?” you say to Joel.

“Something like that,” he responds, kissing you one last time before disappearing back into the forest with Tommy. You drive back to the hotel in silence, still in shock from what just happened. But as you park, your phone buzzes. It’s a text from Joel.

New annual tradition?

You’re certainly not objecting.

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 26 (Masturbation)

Kink: Masturbation

Pairing: Mothman x GN!Reader

Other Kinks: Consensual Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1091 words

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There is a vivid squelch, silicone against lube, when you press the dildo into you. It’s loud, wet, and perfectly lewd. The kind of sound you’d hear amped up in volume in a schlocky porno or some hentai. It’s the kind of sound you’d avoid making in fear of being caught; But your partner is gone, has been for the past 3 days, to help in the forewarning of an oncoming disaster two states over.

And gods, how you have missed him.

A year ago you never thought you’d be this touchstarved, this desperate for affection for one man’s touch. You thought that kind of stuff was only in romance novels and smutty fanfiction, accepting that no human man was ever going to be that exciting, leaving you wanting so much more.

Well, you had been right about the human part, at least.

Still, your body ached for the soft feeling of your partner's fuzzy wings, his long fingers which always held onto your waist so gently. His ruby red eyes that seemed to stare directly into your soul, always filled with a gentlemanly love, even when he had you bent over a table.

“Hmmm, Atticus.” You moan, feeling the fake balls of your toy nudge against your entrance, sunken full inside of you. “It feels so good.”

Familiar with a…tool this size, you waste no time and begin to thrust it in and out, moaning your sweet partner's name as you do. You imagine his deep, southern drawl. His claws running down the side of your face. His antennae twirling and buzzing as you come undone for him.

You even imagine the familiar tapping on your window, the one he always uses to sneak into your bed late at night. So quiet despite being 7 feet tall.

“Oh my.”

And now you can even hear-

Wait.

Your eyes shoot open, sitting up from bed, realizing you now lie spread eagle in front of your very-real boyfriend who is very much actually present in your bedroom.

His antennas tutter back and forth, hand thrown over his mouth like a shocked 50s housewife. The dildo slides an inch out of you as you scramble upward, something like an excuse on your lips, face red hot with embarrassment.

“Did you miss me that much?” Your partner chuckles, lighthearted, a matching blush lighting up his black fur.

“I-” You stutter, wondering if he heard you calling out his name. You may have been dating for a year now, but still, being caught by your refined, almost-victorian gentleman partner is a little mortifying.

“Well, if it helps.” Atticus’ voice sinks to a lower octave, big eyes narrowed like a smirk. “I missed you a whole lot too.”

The hand around his mouth slides down his chest, leading your eye across his scrumptious body, right to his unsheathed cock.

When did he even get that out?

“C’mon baby.” Atticus drawls. “Keep going.” He sits down in a corner chair, stroking his swollen dick. “Gimme a show.”

A shiver rolls down your spine.

My god, where’d he learn to talk like that?

You ain’t complaining, slipping back to your comfortable position, making sure to keep your legs extra wide. You slide the dildo all the way back in.

Atticus hums in approval, hand rubbing at his flushed head.

“How's it feel?”

“Good.” You pant, slowly rocking the dildo in and out, making sure to press it extra hard with each thrust.

“As good as mine?” Mothman chuckles, rubbing some leaking precum down his shaft with his thumb.

You eye up his cock, biting your lip.

“No.” You gasp, the dildo hitting a particular sensitive spot, sending tingles down to your toes. “Not even close.”

“Hmm, but good enough while I was away?” His eyes shoot to the clear bottle of lube on your bedside table, almost halfway empty. “Seems it got put to work.”

“Couldn’t-” You breath hitches, spreading up your pace, “Couldn't h-help myself. Missed your cock so much.”

You throw your hips up, making a show of your entrance clenching around the thick shaft of the dildo. Lube and juices trickle down the curve of your ass.

Atticus remains dignified, silent as he lazily jerks himself off. But you know the signs by now, see the way his chest tightens and his antennae twitch.

“That right?” Atticus’ other hand reaches down and begins rubbing at the slit where his cock protrudes, an extra sensitive spot you're well acquainted with. “This cock missed you too.” He finally shows some sign of his pleasure, a small hitch in his articulation when he squeezes his head. “Missed that tight hole, missed filling it up.” He rolls his neck, a move he knows you love, showing off the sinewy muscle as it cracks. “Hmm, felt like torture, not being able to fuck you whenever I wanted.”

Your wrist aches and goes ignored, your focus solely on Atticus and the burning fire in your belly. You hang off every word like it’s gospel, letting it sink into your chest and stir up your insides.

“You got me addicted, honey. How could I resist coming home early?” Precum squirts out his head, splattering the top of his hand. “Knowing I’d have such a sweet little thing to greet me?”

Your moans are breathy, vision getting fuzzy are your orgasm climbs. Your brain wants to close them to ignore everything else and focus on your high, but you force them on Atticus. His cock twitches in his hands, and you think you can make out a low “Damn.” as he jerks it.

“You gonna cum?” Atticus asks.

All you can do is nod, head stuffed with cotton and legs trembling. You imagine it’s his cock, the cock in front of your eyes, fucking you open. That it's his hands wrapped around your hips, his pelvis in between your thighs.

Atticus leans forward, cock still humping into his palm, but those big eyes only on you.

“Then cum.”

“Ahh-nggh!” You keen, hips spasming as your orgasm wracks your body, exploding across your abdomen and miking your toy.

Your limbs feel heavy, sweat dripping down your chest. The toy slips out of you and you pant, leaving trails of lube on the bed. Its that post-orgams kind of high that has you going “Wait, what was I doing again?”

“Good job.”

You don’t even have the energy to react when you feel Mothman’s palm against your face, not even wondering how he moved over so quickly, now straddling your hips.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #monster romance #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #mothman #mothman x reader

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tiger-in-the-flightdeck · 1 year

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I’ve been watching game play of Gotham Knights, and I don’t care if this wasn’t their intention, but I’m choosing to believe that Tim being obsessed with proving that various cryptids are real is a direct result of listening to Bernard’s conspiracy theories and being so lovestruck that he absolutely dives right down that rabbit hole with him.

Bernard on their third date: So you see, when you look at the facts, it’s obvious that the Flash is actually a computer generated holographic projection used to sell energy drinks.

Tim: Aw, you’re so cute.

Bernard on their thirtieth date: Which is why I think that Mothman is a government spy sent to... Oh, you must think I’m being weird.

Tim: I’ve already booked us a hotel in Point Pleasant, we leave on Thursday and we are not coming home until we have that thing in a net and we’ll prove to the entire world that my boyfriend is a genius.

#gotham knights #tim drake #bernard dowd #timbern

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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Okay so we know almost all the red flags in your boys, but what are so green flags in them?

Like, what some of your ocs will say to their darling to convince them *THEY* are the ultimate choice and ect?

[GREEN FLAGS? PFFT- OKAY. IF YOU SQUINT.]

Why you should date these losers!

Morell

He can cook so well!;

Great hunter;

B I G .

Santi

Juiciest tits in town;

Wholesome deep down;

Sugar daddy material.

Grimbly

Cute enough to give you diabetes;

Will make your enemies cry;

Heeheehoohoo he sleeps upside down like a bat.

Gallon

Mysterious drama whore vibes;

For the living latex enthusiasts;

Knows his drinks better than anyone else.

Nebul

Astrology bitch, but for real;

Loves animals;

Thick ass.

Vinnel

Funny;

Thee wanteth the jestussy;

You can hold him like a balloon while he floats.

Patches

Meow meow nerd man;

His ability to cum in his pants from a couple of touches alone will flatter you;

Two for one, you also get a gremlin horse-loving boyfriend!

Fank-e

*Slaps Fank-e's top* This bad boy can fit so many illicit substances in his storage space;

L0L R4ND0M XDDD R4WR :333 T4C05;

Rainbow dong, glow in the dark robussy, whatever you want.

Belo

This one's for the peeps in the back with religious guilt;

Can lift you into flight;

Usually very obedient.

Sybastian

Pick a shape!;

Amazing dad material;

Oral game on point.

Krulu

Godfucker privileges;

Everyone fears you;

Dominion over The Clergy.

Miara

Ultimate dommy mommy;

Usually a very bright soul;

Breederism, you say?

Breg

So dedicated. He's trying his best;

Heeheehaha dark mode;

Gee Billy, two willies?!

Fasma

Old wise soul. Sort of;

Alcohol and smokes always available;

Kind of like a living stim toy.

Ludwig

Jack of all trades, master of none;

Very chill for a wrath demon;

Living heater boyfriend.

Obie

Will eat your cooking no matter how terrible;

Will never judge the state of disarray your house is in;

Obscure musician.

Mervin

Devoted, but subtly;

Will get you nothing but the best ever, if you're mistreated he will go into Karen-tier fits;

Shags

Goth-ish.

Katia

MILF;

You get three platonic stepson yanderes;

This woman is so wholesome it hurts.

Very artistic and creative;

Knows mothman;

Cottagecore boyfriend.

Rinx

THE sugar daddy;

Big ole hands to finger grab you with;

Has a pile of riches he sleeps on like a dragon.

Zizz

Comfiest boyfriend;

You don't have to do anything, just exist next to him;

You have joint custody of 300 plushies.

Vesper

CEO OF SEX;

Everyone wants to fuck you so bad oh my God-;

Three schlongs and heart nipples.

Lacai

Short king;

Bug Man McGee;

Idk he's got Tumblr pretty boy charm, you guys like him a lot.

Ivani

Can do the goblin shark jaw extension;

Have you ever seen a shark with tits? Huh?;

Very easy to satisfy, just get her hot dogs.

Colmei

Limitless supply of honey cum;

You're treated like a bee Queen;

Heehee cute buzzing.

Adelo

Rule over angels;

Silly man;

Chad won the eye number lottery.

Adrul

You can ride his back!;

Serious but sweet;

Hell fears you.

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mothmans-wedding-photographer · 5 months

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Mothman's Buffy Rewatch: Season 2, Episodes 5, 6, and 7 "Reptile Boy", "Halloween" and "Lie to Me"

Reptile Boy

Ok I actually watched this episode last week and forgot to write a post about it lol my bad

Anyway Buffy and Cordelia get drugged! Horrifying!

Damn Giles let Buffy have fun she's fucking 17 and facing death every day

Kind of love Cordelia and Buffy sort of starting a friendship

Is the snake like. A metaphor for dick. Like the club is dangerous because you'll get drugged and then men will take advantage of you with the "snake"?

Especially since its university age men trying to date high schoolers like freaks

And then there's the guy who told buffy not to talk to the snake because she's a woman and then gets the shit beat out of him get fucked shitidiot

I wish he died horribly <3 misogyny is punishable by death if you're a fictional character in my book tbh

Damn they've really been sacrificing women for centuries, i originally thought this was a newer group due to the lack of old people

Halloween

Xander is such a loser lol at least tell Buffy thank you for saving you from getting the lights beat out of him

Cordelia and Angel interactions are so funny to me 😭😭

Honestly I really feel Willow when she feels uncomfortable in revealing clothing. I want to be, but it's hard

Yo Oz and Willow first conversation

Noooo the poor old lady 😭 at least she's fine

Princess Buffy is so silly but kind of annoying and Army Xander is better than real Xander if I'm being honest

I think princess buffy should've had a moment where she accidentally hurt someone or broke something and was surprised and confused because she's just a weak woman (in her words) and she doesn't know she's the slayer

Honestly seeing Buffy like this makes me insanely uncomfortable and I don't know why? I'm just not used to it ig

ETHAN THE GUY GILES HAS BEEF WITH I FORGOT ABOUT HIM

GILES JUST FUCKING PUNCHES HIM I LOVE IT

"Hi honey, I'm home :)" iconic but it also made me think of the song "Honey I'm Home"

Beat his ass Buffy! I love to hate Spike

Oz already being infatuated with Willow is so cute

Tbh I think this was a really cool episode concept in general

Lie to Me

Damn this kid knows stranger danger. Almost wasn't enough to save him though rare Angel W

I kind of love Drusilla she's so

Every time Cordelia opens her mouth in class I become violent

Oh Buffy long lost friend? He's gonna be evil for sure

FORD F-150

Xander and Angel both being threatened by a man who knows Buffy, get a life

Lmfao the lonely ones

"Ours is a forbidden love." Lmfao

Spike possessive moment. I do appreciate when he realizes he's hurt drusilla he apologizes, good boyfriend I guess

Ah man fuck Ford <3 I hope he dies

"I don't deserve to die" yes you do <3

Ain't no way he's calling Buffy out because she didn't know he has a terminal illness when he's about to commit MASS MURDER 😭

Buffy don't apologize he sucks

God everything about this man pisses me off more than the average Buffy villain of the week

I love how much Spike actually cares about Dru

"Uh. Where's the doorknob" his tone was so funny to me

Lol get fucked Ford

NOOO HE DOESNT DESERVE FLOWERS

WAIT THEY ACTUALLY TURNED FORD LMFAO

Ok I understand hes afraid and he has a horrible illness and it's complicated and whatever it's just Everything about him pisses me off so much and I refuse to feel sympathy. Idk it's interesting what horrible circumstances leads people to due though, I think this episode has a lot to think about I'm just a hater

"Lie to me." "Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guy are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everyone loves happily ever after." I'm fucking sobbing this line gets me so hard

#mothman's buffy rewatch #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #willow rosenberg #xander harris #rupert giles #cordelia chase #spike btvs #angel btvs #oz btvs #tw misogyny #misogyny cw #tw drugging #tw rape #tw rape mention

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sweaty-confetti · 7 months

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do you have a favorite cryptid?!

mothman is lovely (i own a shirt that says “Mothman Is Real And He’s My Boyfriend) but i love the fresno nightcrawlers. they are so funky

#emo moss talks #asks

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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In the mood for a Fic...

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1. I think this is where I’m supposed to ask?? For the ‘in the mood for’, is it possible to see any Wen Ning fics? Either being about him or where he’s just, more than just a figure in the background. I can’t find any good ones with him in it and it makes me sad 😢

coming out of my cage & i’m doing just fine by dirgewithoutmusic (2k, WN & WQ & WWX, Canon Compliant, coming out of my cage & i'm doing just fine (podfic) by soundofez) it's more of a character study, but it's wen ning centric and very lovely

Selling Flowers by AmyNChan (G, 14k, WN & WWX, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Florist AU, Acearo Character)

Gee, Wen Ning! How Come Your Sister Lets You Have TWO Boyfriends? by thesweetpianowritingdownmylife (E, 129k, NingWangXian, Canon Divergence, Not A Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Timelapse days, Post-Resurrection days, Injury Recovery, Grief/Mourning, Drunkenness, Dubcon Kissing, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Threesome, Trans Male Character, Anal Sex, Strap-Ons, Oral Sex) It's WangNingXian, but if you like that ship, it's also a great Wen Ning centric fic!

waiting for the man who will take only one step by Mikkeneko (T, 1k, background relationships, time travel, pre-series, bad ending WRH wins, except not!, resistance fighters WWX & LWJ, temporary character death)

do not go gentle by RoseThorne (G, 684, WN & WQ, WQ & WWX, WQ & LSZ, Canonical Character Death, Spirits, Ghosts, LWJ Plays Inquiry, Protectiveness, Grief/Mourning, Love, Acceptance, Family, Angst, Post-Canon, POV Third Person, POV WN)

Waiting on the Night Hunt by JustAWanderingBabbit (G, 50k, Grudging Respect, Friendship maybe, I Just want Wen Ning to be Happy, Inappropriate use of lightning storms, I have no idea how the waterborne abyss works, giant undead are undead, plot thickener thickens, Yes I have a plot now, Never trust a sociopath with candy, Better cultivation through alchemy) a post-canon case fic wherein Wen Ning gradually gains the respect of the cultivation world (and helps clean up some unfinished business of Xue Yang’s); background 3Zun and Wangxian

seances are not forbidden in the cloud recesses by EHyde (G, 611, Fluff, [Podfic] seances are not forbidden in the cloud recesses by sisi_rambles) WN, LSZ, LJY, OYZZ, Lan Junior OCs, and LQR; WN volunteers as a practice subject for Inquiry

different people with a common pain by littledust (G, 2k, WN & LSZ, The absence and memory of WQ, Grief/Mourning, Hopeful Ending, Minor OCs get (non-graphically described) cholera but they get better!) a post-canon uncle-nephew-bonding case fic in which WN and LSZ uphold WQ’s legacy of healing

Five of Cups by mondengel (Not rated, 1k, Angst, Horror) WN realizes the full existential horror of his situation; this is not only a Whump but a Wham Fic

Ch.23 of Moxiang Tongxiu Crack and Drabbles by JustAWanderingBabbit (M, 159k, WIP, Drabble collection) post-canon in the Pieces-verse; WN, JC, WWX, and LWJ; WN saves the day on a night-hunt, and offers insight into one reason for his devotion to WWX

history (proud to call your own) by words-writ-in-starlight (Gunmetal_Crown) (G, 5k, WN & LSZ, WN & WWX, WN gets a hug, Babysitting, Gardens & Gardening, Fluff, just absolutely appallingly soft actually, CQL universe mostly)

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2. Hellooooo dear mods. Would any of you know witch themed wangxian fanfics ? I crave them. Idm who the witch is or the familiar btw. Thank you oh so very much!!

in the water grass, in the green by nerdzeword, twigofwillow (G, 25k, WangXian, LWJ & Mdm Lan, Modern with magic AU, River spirit Lans, Witch WWX, Witch Madam Lan, Illness, Gardening)

Fairy Dust by Zer0Two (M, 6k, WangXian, BAMF WWX, Also maybe a little Eldritch WWX, Tinkerbell to Mothman real fast, Moth WWX, witch lwj, Macro/Micro, The non-sexy kind. sorry, Kidnapping, demeaning, language, Comedy, Fantasy AU, Wing Kink, Bathing/Washing, Non-Explicit Sex, Some Fluffy?)

paper tears by spookykingdomstarlight (T, 21k, WangXian, Fairy Tale AU, Shapeshifters AU, Moth WWX, Witch LWJ, POV Multiple, Non-Linear Narrative, Harm to Animals, Hurt WWX, Caretaking, Loneliness, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dreamsharing, Prince WWX, Character Death, Blood and Violence, Fluff and Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort)

if you go chasing rabbits by occultings (microcomets) (T, 23k, WangXian, Modern with Magic AU, Animal Transformation, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Witch WWX, Familiar LWJ, Getting Together, Magical bond)

Some strange magic by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 15k, WangXian, Fantasy, Witch WWX, Wizard LWJ, Major Character Injury, Sex Magic, Dual Cultivation, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Horny LWJ, Trust Issues, despite these tags, There's actually very little smut)

I called your name 'til the fever broke by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (M, 9k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Witch LWJ, The Deep Dark Woods, Grief/Mourning, Falling In Love, Blood Magic, Age Difference(the canon ish kind), Identity, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, Slight horror, Amnesia, Cottagecore)

Petrichor by unnecessary (T, 17k, WangXian, Modern AU, Witches, Soulmates, Magic, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kid Fic, Magic sentient forest, Cottages in the mountains, Canon Temporary Character Death)

Howling by MimiSpearmint (E, 40k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, modern w/ magic, mortal instruments au, horror, eldritch, fluff, celtic lore & mythology, shifter LWJ, YLLZ WWX, angst w/ happy ending, smut, switching)

necromancy is a valid career path! Series by coslyons, Skadiseven (T, 41k, WangXian, XY & WWX & WN & WQ, Modern with Magic AU, Seattle, Necromancy, Found Family, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Gardens & Gardening, Mathematics, Running, Growing up) not a classic witch tale but a good one nonetheless

dark and delicate by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 6k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Witch WWX, Witch Curses, Love Potion/Spell(not performed by wwx), Masturbation, Getting Together, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Knots But Not The Kind You Think, Knot Lore, Come Swallowing, Blood Magic, Horny LWJ, First Kiss)

The Forest Witch [DROPPED] by shinshin_kido (shinryuu_uroborus) (M, 70k, Abandoned, WangXian, Canon Divergence, During Canon, Everybody Lives, Fluff and Humor, alchemist au, Based on Atelier Iris and Atelier Sophie, but you don't need to know about the games to understand, Everything Will Be Explained, item crafting, Eventual Happy Ending, when I said Alchemist AU I meant that WWX and LWJ become alchemists, Atelier Alchemy fusion) abandoned, but the final chapter summarizes the rest of the story. Note: the author has left the fandom to study Taoist mysticism in earnest.

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3. hi <3 could i ask you for E fics where lwj is especially mean to wwx who loves it? like Blackout If You Were Mine ... or works by verseau and martyrsdaughter i love those <3 <3

4018 by sweetlolixo (E, 28k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, A/B/I Dynamics, Older LWJ, Immortal LWJ, Pregnant WWX, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Age Difference, Boypussy, Vaginal Fingering, Dry Humping, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Dirty Talking LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Size Difference, Feminization)

Patience by ignatiustrout (E, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Face-Fucking, Crying, Overstimulation, Dom/sub Undertones, Punishment, Hand Jobs, Hair-pulling)

a prayer in perfect piety by mirrorofprinces (E, 2k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Older Man/Younger Man, Extremely Dubious Consent, Underage Drinking, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Silencing Spell, Rough Oral Sex, very mild humiliation kink, Face Slapping) mind the tags for this one!

LWJ's Big Dick Agenda Series by raitala (E, 146k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Porn with Feelings, Light Dom/sub, Under-negotiated Kink, Public Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Cock Warming, Angst, Feels, Domestic fluff, Misgendering, Slut Shaming, Crossdressing, Rimming, Roleplay)

Mansion with a view by 74243, dustyloves (E, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Gossip Girl Fusion, Established Relationship, Light Dom/sub, Sugar baby fantasy, Verbal Humiliation, Under-negotiated Kink, Consensual Non-Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Jiang Family Dynamics, american psycho lwj)

Bite and Bruise and Bind by ReformedTsundere (E, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Jealous LWJ, Biting, Friends With Benefits, Or Is It?, Idiots in Love, Pining, Like VERY Slightly Dubious Content, But It is VERY Enthusiastically Consented To, Begging, Blow Jobs, Marking, slight angst, Slight self-loathing, Happy Ending, little bit of crying, Barebacking)

figure you out Series by Pip (Moirail) (E, 19k, WangXian, Modern AU, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Unsafe Sex, Breathplay, Choking, Intercrural Sex, Coming Untouched, Mild Feminization, Impact Play, Spanking, Under-negotiated Kink, Aftercare, Dirty Talk, Genderfuck, Gender Exploration, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Come as Lube, Face Slapping, Lingerie, Consensual Non-Consent, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Size Kink, Introspection, Dom/sub, Kink Negotiation, Established Relationship, Top Drop, Mild Humiliation, Spit As Lube)

Closer than my hands have been by Spodumene (E, 5k, WangXian, Post-Canon MDZS Novel, Established Relationship, Rough Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Consensual Non-Consent, Hair-pulling, Face-Fucking, Light Bondage, Spanking, Cock Slapping, Jealousy, Top Drop)

eating sugar out of your hand by azuresummer (E, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, A/B/O Roleplay, Dom/sub,Dominant LWJ, Submissive WWX, Consensual Non-Consent, Under-negotiated Kink, degradation kink, Praise Kink, Light Bondage, Size Kink, Size Difference, Spit Kink, Hair-pulling, Daddy Kink, Slight Crossdressing, Lingerie, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Feminizing Language, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Prostate Milking, slight breathplay, Facials, Snowballing, Finger Sucking, Panty Kink, Spanking, Crying, Mentions of Face-Slapping, Drunk Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat)

Kinktober Day 8: Family Traditions by Anonymous (E, 4k, wangxian, rape/non-con, ABO, dark LWJ, sadist LWJ, alpha LWJ, alpha but eventual omega WWX, bitching, Dead Dove Do Not Eat!, mind all the tags!)

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4. Hiya, love all the work you guys do here. For the next ITMF post, do you know fics that involve characters using art/stories/music to spread positivity about Wei Ying and so helps his reputation and image. Please and thank you.

The Ballad of Hanguang-Jun and The Yiling Patriarch by Theladyofravenclaw for maysmaizemaze (T, 40k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Burial mounds settlement days, Fix-It of Sorts, Musical theater, Misunderstandings, POV Outsider)

❤️The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli (T, 20k, wangxian, In-Universe RPF, Romance Novel, Post-Canon Fix-It, primarily drama-canon with cameos from novel-canon, Mojo’s bookmark, Podfic by Rhea)

The Yiling Patriarch's Harem Drama by nirejseki (Not rated, 3k, wangxian, NHS/WWX, WQ/JC/WN, crack, accidental harem)

Come From My Inkstone by magicgenetek (M, 150k, NHS & WWX, NHS & NMJ, eventual NHS/LWJ/WWX/WN, canon divergence, burial mounds settlement days, crack treated seriously, NHS character study, alcohol abuse, unrequited crush, polyamory, slow burn, WIP)

wwx time travels and accidentally creates a platonic harem Series by moeblobmegane (T, 223k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Conspiracy, Spies & Secret Agents, Team as Family, Found Family, Burial Mounds, Temporary Character Death, Pining, Morally Ambiguous Character, Rumors, Politics, Background XuanLi, Developing Friendships, Good Uncle LQR, Fluff, Angst, POV Outsider, POV Multiple)

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5. Are there any wangxian fics where their kids time travel back in time? I have been reading Simone To Stay (let me know if I linked the wrong fic ^^ ~ Mod C), but I want to know if there are any other fics like it.

The Future of Your Past by moonlitsentence (T, 16k, WIP, WangXian, LWJ & WWX Get a Happy Ending, YL WWX, Soft Wangxian, Married WangXian Have Children, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

2nd and 3rd fics in MDZS Time Travel fix-it series by geethr75 (T, 10k & 72k, wangxian, JC/LXC, post-canon, time travel fix-it, happy ending, not JGY friendly, very JC friendly)

sing me a happy song Series by agloeian (T/M, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel Fix-It, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst, QueerPlatonic ZhuiYi, AroAce LJY)

The Trouble with Talismans: a Treatise on Time-Travel by Young Master Lan Xiaohui (Age 6) by stiltonbasket (G, 26k, wangxian, time travel, parenthood, developing relationship, getting together, happy ending, Mojo's post)

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6. I'm in the mood for fics where WWX takes LWJ to Lotus Pier. Can be for recovery, for a family reunion, a vacation... whatever. Basically I want WWX sharing his beloved home with the man he loves. Thank you so much for all you do for the fandom! <3

🧡a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke ( M, 180k, WangXian, Arranged marriage, Canon Divergence, Hurt/comfort, Light angst, Canon typical violence) if I remember correctly it should have something like this

💖 Magical Marriage Ribbons series by starandrea (M, 839k, wangxian, ongoing, animal transformations, weddings) features this, esp. 31 Days of Public Engagement at Lotus Pier

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 138k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together)

Utterly Inevitable by sami (M, 20k, XiCheng, WangXian, Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Depression, Self-Worth Issues, References to Canonical Character Death, Recovery, Character Study, Established Relationship, Getting Together, Marriage, Yunmeng Shuangjie Reconciliation, Post-Canon)

in case of fire, break glass by Jenrose (T, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Post-Canon, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Genius Inventor WWX, No Women Die, Second Chances)

sweet chaos by eachandeverydimension (G, 86k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Romance, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Different First Meeting, Qīnghéng-jūn's A+ Parenting, Night Hunts, Chinese Language, Good Sibling LXC, Good Sibling JYL, POV LWJ, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Chinese Culture, Slow Burn, No Homophobia AU)

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7. Hello~ For the next 'I'm in a mood for' currently looking for fics in which all sect heirs are friends with eachother during their time at cloud recesses, jin zixuan being friends with gusu trio and twin jades etc, basically plot just changes because of this. Thank you! ^^

An Unlikely Friendship Series by EmBlu (IcyDeath) (G, 25k, WangXian, XuanLi, LWJ & JZX, rogue cultivators, Kidnapping, Hurt, the start of an unlikely friendship, Protective LXC, Protective WWX, Pre-Relationship, Canon Divergence, Hurt LWJ, Hurt JZX, Awkward conversations, Oblivious WWX, Fluff, Humor, Jealousy, Friendship, Bunnies, lwj and his gay panic, Gifts, Embarrassment) this has lan zhan and jin zixuan becoming friends and features the other characters

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8. can I ask for some in the mood fic recs with gnc lwj? thank you!

KILF (Knits I’d Like To Fuck in) by ScarlettStorm (E, 168k, wangxian, modern, sex work, fiber arts, 2nd in series)

as thou wast wont to be by cqlorphan (E, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, LWJ has Some or No gender, wwx is raising little a'yuan, Bottom LWJ, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, mentions of vers!wangxian, Cellist LWJ, Farmer WWX,...ok he runs a nursery but it's the Vibe, Minor Injuries, Hurt/Comfort, Trans LWJ, Fluff, Smut)

Bunny Baby by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University LWJ Has Feelings, Gender-Nonconforming LWJ, Protective WWX, Bad Parent LQR, Fluff and Humor, Crossdressing but it's just a person who wants to wear clothes not normally associated with their gender, i don't even know if 'crossdressing' is the right word because gender is a trap and a lie, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft boys being soft, POV WWX, Autistic LWJ, [Podfic of] Bunny Baby by frostedhearth)

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9. If it ain't a problem, for an I'm in the mood for.... how about some less serious Outside POV fics? One of my favorites is incendir's Resolutions series, but if there are ones that are just everyone going "How the HECK did these two get together???" I would appreciate those as well. Hope the mods are having a good day!!!

💖The Stuff of Legend by pupeez4eva (T, 21k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, post-canon, cloud recess days, misunderstanding, matchmaking, WIP) not the exact same but has the same energy

but there were things worse than love by planet_B612 (T, 5k, wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, outsider pov, 5+1, fluff & humor)

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10. Do you know if there's any wangxian fic where lan zhan teaches wei ying playing his Wangji?

Songs Unheard by mondengel (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, Deaf LWJ) this is actually wei ying teaching Deaf!Lan Zhan to play his mother's guqin. It's not what you asked for however it has them bonding while learning/teaching :)

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11. i'm REALLY in the mood for a fic where jc is a good brother to wwx. preferably with a hint of protectiveness on jc's part (esp when it comes to wangxian hehe) but what really matters is that we see how he loves and cares for his shixiong

You might like some of the fics in our Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation/JC Friendly Compilation post ^^ - Mod C

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12. For itmf, I'd love some fics where LWJ is either super straightforward about his feelings on WWX's resurrection, or grovels to get him back post series after letting him go. I know wwx is clueless, but I think LWJ gets off too easy for not being the one to confess first while LXC drags wwx. How is wwx supposed to know when everyone else also thinks LWJ hates him?? Meanwhile everyone knows wwx is smitten w/LWJ. All I'm saying is, I'm sick of wwx having to do all the emotional labour. @moku-youbi

In the Wind at Dusk by deliciousblizzardshark (G, 11k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Declarations Of Love, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Love Letters, Mutual Pining)

beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 12k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Getting Together, Confessions, Curses, Embarrassment, Vulnerability, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Hand Jobs, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Honesty, Communication, beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot [podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea) )

promise me the universe by somersaulter (T, 3k, WangXian, Canon Timeline, Canon Continuation, wwx gets drunk, wn pov, first I love yous, wangxian is a disaster couple, confession time)

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13 Hi Mods! Could I get some space au fic recs for the next I'm In The Mood For post please? Thank you :) (no crossovers with other fandoms pls)

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

one hundred, twenty thousand, thirty million series by Mikkeneko (M, 127k, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, space au, scifi au, cybernetics, politics, flashbacks, canon typical violence, flirting, pining, angst, implied torture, head injury, brain damage, attempted rape/non-con, artificial intelligence, space horror opera, WIP)

when we end the war by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 41k, WangXian, Science Fiction, Psychics/Psionics, Robots & Androids, Intimacy, Artificial Intelligence, Science Fantasy, POV Multiple, Major Character Injury, Canon Temporary Character Death, Glove Kink, Fingers In Mouths, Getting Back Together, Self-Sacrifice, Strangers to Lovers to Estranged Lovers to Lovers Again, LWJ is a psychic, WWX is resurrected in an android body (it's complicated) )

Cut Him Out in Little Stars by ChaoticAndrogynous (E, 69k, wangxian, major character death, grief/mourning, existential angst, angst w/ happy ending, memory loss, dementia, suicidal thoughts, blood & injury, surgery, immortality, loneliness, isolation, smut, consensual non-con) I guess it's not what "space au" usually means but it is very much in space

won't take the easy road by twigofwillow (T, 47k, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, WWX & WQ, space au, yearning, found family, complicated family feels, ghosts, food, teacher WWX)

back to your door by fruitys (M, 8k, wangxian, space au, friends to lovers, pining, reunions, getting back together, gardener WWX)

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

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

the place where you are by BlackWiresOnHerHead (T, 34, WangXian, Space, two found families for the price of one food as a love language, Yearning, Science Fiction, domestic aggression turned domestic bliss: space edition prickly shipmates to friends to lovers, Cyborg WN, cisswapped juniors)

for 13, maybe search the past itmf list on the pinned post, there was another space au request recently that i recall

I believe this is the recent itmf being referenced, it's #14 ^^ ~ Mod C

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14 Heyy, thanks for all the work you put in! Can you recommend any Jiang Cheng centric fics? I don't particularly care about the ship, but I'd like if they are funny. Thanks!

I put this set together for 14 before I remembered op was looking for funny- sorry! These are really good but they are angstier:

For What, For All But Myself by not_rude_ginger (T, 133k, WIP, JC & JL, JC & WWX, WangXian, Past Rape/Non-con, Mpreg, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Body Dysphoria, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Good Uncle JC, Suicidal Thoughts, PTSD, Protective Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, JC Needs a Hug, Internalized Acephobia, Politics, Attempted Abortion, Aromantic Asexual JC, Unreliable Narrator)

moored by fluffysocks (E, 16k, WangCheng, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Canon Adjacent, No Golden Core Transfer, Marriage of Convenience, Mental Health Issues, Corporal Punishment, erotic spanking, Platonic Cuddling, Misunderstandings, Canon-Typical Gender Exploration, Praise Kink, Hopeful Ending, Marking, Minor Character Death, Unreliable Narrator)

a grave so familiar by half_right_writer (Not Rated, 10k, JC & WWX, Yungmeng bros reconciliation, JC POV, Temporary Blindness, Concussions, Seizures, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Self-Esteem Issues, JC Needs A Hug, Accidental Hugs, And Then Purposeful Hugs, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood and Injury)

the long way back home by Misila (E, 205k, WIP, Yunmeng Siblings, JC & JL, ChengQing, WangXian, Modern AU, Family, Romance, Heavy Angst, Hopeful Ending, JC-centric, Dysfunctional FamilyAbuse, Mental Health Issues, Suicide Themes, Recovery)

back by her side by Misila (T, 5k, ChengQing, Post-Canon, WQ Lives, Established Relationship, Romance, Family, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

the lantern by the door by Lirelyn (E, 64k, WangCheng, WangXianCheng, Modern AU, Family Feels, Grief/Mourning, OT3, Missing Persons, "enemies" to domestic partners to lovers, Kid Fic)

Rumor Has It by roseclaw (T, 5k, JC & JL, Post-Canon, Misunderstandings, Brothers who turned to necromancy and met bad ends, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Inspired by Fanart, MDZS Reverse Big Bang 2022, POV Alternating)

several fics on the JC friendly compilation are funny! Particularly -

Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste for williedustice (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff, Español Translation Attempting the Impossible by Hummingbird_52, [PODFIC] Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste by lunatique )

江山如有待 | It Seems the Hills and Rivers Have Been Waiting by ScarlettStorm (E, 295k, JC/ Original Female Character, Slow Burn, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, WQ Lives, FemDom, Fighting as foreplay, Eventual Smut, [PODFIC] 江山如有待 | It Seems the Hills and Rivers Have Been Waiting by Gwogobo)

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal, Polski Translation Pod każdym innym imieniem by tehanu, [PODFIC] By Any Other Name by sakizar)

Both Showing Hearts by Spodumene (E, 22k, JC/WQ, wangxian, modern, romantic comedy, established relationship, marriage proposal, getting together, fluff & humor)

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15. For you next in the mood for post, can we get some lesbian wangxian? If at all possible I'd like a longer one in canon era, preferably no smut, but I understand if that's too much to ask ":) Thanks in advance if you pick this prompt, but no problem if you don't, its okay!

If You Love Someone by CoatWrites (T, 28k, WangXian, Rule 63, Fem!LWJ, Fem!WWX, Perceived Major Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Misunderstandings, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Inspired by Princess Bride, Mistaken Identity, mention of past mercy killing, mention of past cannibalism, mention of past torture by a main character, threatening a loved one for compliance, Mention of food insecurity, Attempted Arranged Marriage)

The Flower Blooms in Day and Night by TheRedFig (T, 46k, WIP, WangXian, Rule 63, Lesbian AU, Period-Typical Sexism, Fem!WWX, Fem!LWJ, Pining, Sexuality Crisis, Internalized Misogyny, Sexual Harassment, Happy Ending, Heteronormativity, Spoilers for Novel, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, NOT for the main pair, Genderswap, TW in the beginning of each chapter, Unreliable Narrator) a cisswap retelling of the novel, informed by a fair amount of historical research

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

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

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naffeclipse · 1 year

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Funny enough I own a shirt that says "mothman is real and hes my boyfriend", the latest chapter was amazing!

No way??? Heck yeah! Careful though, you might make a certain cryptid jealous ♥

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the-stray-liger · 1 year

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Nate: I'm enjoying this podcast a friend recommended me! | host: nag I don't think mothman is real | Nate: these fucking IDIOTS

Literally me. "There is no true evidence of the Motman's existence" shut the FUCK up he's my boyfriend

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proserpinewrites · 1 year

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In my fic, Deacon's birth name is Lil' Beckett. It's inspired by similarities someone pointed out between him and Beckett (FO76). Both are comedians in sunglasses with anti-chem and pro-alcohol attitudes who terminated their gang memberships by terminating the gang, and you know what they say: A nuke a day keeps the smooth skin away! If 76's vaultie is brutally killed by the Blood Eagles after helping their (optional) boyfriend dismantle them, they could easily be the basis for Barbara's story.

I'll be real with you, I only play Fallout 76 but rarely. I'm mainly there for the Mothman content. I don't know enough FO76 lore to play around with it. (Yet. I dunno, I don't really enjoy multiplayer anything.)

One thing I have a love/hate relationship with in Bethesda games is the open spaces they leave in characterization. On one hand, lots of space to headcanon. On the other, sometimes those spaces echo so much that they drown out the actual character. (/cough like poor Harkness) So I think anyone can and should decide for themselves what Deacon's birth name is.

The word/name Deacon, that comes from the Greek word diákonos, meaning servant or messenger. Either way, it signals to me that he's dedicated his existence to serving the Railroad and its cause to the end of the line. It's also interesting to me that deacons cannot hear confession and give absolution, anoint the sick, or celebrate mass, all things that give priests a sort of sanctity within the Catholic tradition. It's a very precise box he's drawn around himself, if you think about it. He can help, he can guide, but he doesn't feel worthy of anything beyond that. He believes that his true self is not worthy of emulation, not worthy of admission into the Railroad itself, and so Deacon fits him very well indeed.

I chose Jonah because it means 'dove', a symbol of peace. Deacon's peace ended and he shed that name, swapped it for something else (Johnny D. for John Doe) signifying his (perceived) worthlessness and lack of identity after what happened to him. And because of the story of Jonah in the Bible, which honestly I only knew bits and pieces of before I read it recently. At its base it's a story of compassion, forgiveness, and redemption. and Deacon's journey throughout 'you who wish to conquer pain' is going to be full of both things, though maybe not in ways he might expect.

#hillary replies #other: deacon #im an atheist actually but there is something worthwhile in studying stories of all kinds even biblical ones

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Strange Enchantment (Sternclay)

Prompt for the 19th was: making an elaborate Halloween costume. Kudos to @bellafarallones2 and @modistress for the conversation about what would cause a bigfoot to react like a cat does to cat nip.

A great thing about his permanent placement watching the old gate is that Joseph can set his own schedule. Which means that if he wants to spend all day bent over a sewing machine with Halloween oldies singing in the background, he can.

Barclay is taking him to a Sylph Halloween party on Sylvain. The Sylph holiday of the Longest Night has remarkable overlap with Halloween, and exiled Sylphs had long ago meshed the two celebrations into one. Now that the planet is restored, those who returned took that tradition with them.

(Although, Barclay mentioned that Vincent wasn’t the only Sylph with an interest in Earth media. And the Pine Guard was not above DVD-based bribery. So maybe Halloween had been popular even before the exiled returned).

He’s been to Sylvain several times, but this visit is special. First off, he’s never been to a real party there, just small gatherings of friends. And he’ll be meeting members of Barclay’s extended family. Which means his costume has to be perfect.

When his fingers get tired of sewing, he switches gears and opens the box of VFX make-up he ordered, fiddling with several paints and glues, testing and re-testing combinations until his arm is covered in strange smears and splatters.

He’s busy scrubbing them off when Barclay comes in from his lunch shift. His boyfriend looks around the room as he strips down to his undershirt.

“Damn, babe, you weren’t kidding when you said this would be a project. Is that a cane?”

“A trick cane. I still have to get it to look authentically blood spattered.” He dries his hands, kisses Barclay’s cheek as he returns to the rows of make-up jars. Then he quickly doubles back and clears enough space on the bed for Barclay to lay down.

The cook stretches out his legs with a groan and slips off his bracelet. As he smooths down his fur he murmurs, “Do I get to know what it is ahead of time?”

Joseph begins mixing up a test batch of fake blood, “I wanted to go with something classic, and make sure I steer clear of any monsters. And I know, I know; you said it’s not insulting to go as a werewolf or mothman but I still feel weird about it. So I’m taking inspiration from one of my favorite books and going as Jekyll and Hyde.”

“Are you gonna do the two-face thing?” Barclay scratches the air above the left side of his face.

“I’m doing one better. In normal light, the costume will be Jekyll. But as soon as it’s low-light or, even better, dark, I’ll become Hyde. I think I can make a glow in the dark blood mixture from all these, as well as some features on my face that appear or disappear with changes in the light.” He holds up a small mason jar of black face-paint, “Indrid very nicely put an enchantment on this to help me out.”

“You know, if you asked he might make you a charm you could take on and off.”

“I could, but…well, I used to make really elaborate Halloween costumes as a kid. I wanted to do it once I was an adult and had cool parties to go to. Work kind of hamstrung that. Besides,” he glances over at his boyfriend, “you know I love a challenge.”

“Uh huh. One of my favorite things about you.” Brown eyes flutter closed. Joseph stands, lowering the music and kissing Barclay’s head before returning to his work.

“Work” turns out to be an understatement. Three days later, with T-minus eighteen hours to the party, he’s exhausted and in the home stretch. The one mercy is that everything that needs to be sewn is finished, so he won’t accidentally attach his sleeve to his costume.

It’s the cane that’s the problem; it’s too long to hide in his coat pocket, which means he needs to either cut it (which could mess up the structural integrity or the extension mechanism) or modify the pocket (which he may not have the materials to do, he hasn’t updated his supply list).

As he’s eyeing up the cane for where to cut, Barclay comes in from dinner. He always smells faintly of the kitchen when he comes in for bed, which will then give way to soap after he rinses off. Joseph ignores the stray flour on his shirt in favor of slumping against his stomach.

“Why do I get the feeling you hit a roadblock?”

Joseph mutters out the issue. Barclay carefully lifts the coat, holding it open while looking at the cane.

“Any reason you can’t use the inside pocket?”

“Inside-” Joseph grabs the cane, tucking it into where Barclay is pointing, “fuck, I completely forgot about that. You’re a genius, big guy!”

“Nah, I just know that when you get deep into a project sometimes you miss stuff. Ask Dani about the cocoa powder incident. Uh, actually, maybe don’t. Babe?”

Joseph makes a small noise of assent, then goes back to the important business of falling asleep against his boyfriend.

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Sylph festivals are generally outdoor affairs. Joseph suspects this stems from all the years they were forced behind high walls and solid doors to keep the Quell at bay. Vincent all but confirmed this, though he did mention that Sylphs are more at ease with the natural world than humans are.

He wonders how much of this has to do with the distinct lack of mosquitos, flies, and other outdoor annoyances. Except poison ivy, whose Sylph counterpart has bright yellow leaves that Stern got a little too close to on his second visit. The itch was soothed by Barclay dumping a curative soak into the bath and fussing over him while he sat in it.

There are so many lights strung around the town square that it can be seen from the next planet over. Purple and green string lights intermingle with floating orbs that separate and reform as they pass through the crowd. Unfamiliar, black squash take the place of pumpkins, and the candles within them cast red flames, not white.

A werewolf in a plastic fireman’s hat squeezes past them, carrying a cup of foaming, butterscotch liquid. There’s no name for the drink in English, but it tastes like carbonated peach sweet tea with a shot of whiskey. It’s one of Joseph’s favorites. Barclay smiles indulgently and takes his hand, guiding them towards a food cart with black wings on either side.

On their way they pass a sea of examples of the most charming element of Sylph Halloweens; the costumes. Sylphs use the holiday to dress up as the most mundane, human things they can think of; delivery drivers, waiters, middle managers, etc. This year, Barclay embraced that tradition and is dressed as a P.E teacher.

Joseph is pretty sure he chose the costume just to show off how good his thighs look in tiny athletic shorts.

When they reach the winged booth, two mothpeople are fluttering about within it. One, gold and black, takes orders, while one with deep blue feathers pulls taps and cleans glasses with his four arms.

Barclay orders and sets the money on the counter. The golden mothperson chirrs and shakes his head, pushing back half the coins, “My favorite human eats free. Nice to see you again, Joseph.”

“Oh, thank you very much! And it’s great to see you too. Tonight must be busy for you all.”

“Tremendously. We did get our shipment of pumpkin syrup in time, thank goodness. Too bitter for my taste, but I was told humans enjoy it. Chupacabras as well, it seems. Here you are.” He passes them their glasses and they move quickly out of line.

Barclay links their arms and they move around the square, checking out the booths and waving to the other Lodge residents as they’re carried past in the throng. They’re stopped repeatedly by younger Sylphs who want to know what Joseph’s costume is, and he tells them he’s a mad scientist. This satisfies all but one werewolf pup who demands further details so he can be one next year. His somewhat embarrassed mother collects him and ushers him off while Barclay stifles a laugh.

As they turn onto one of the adjoining streets, Joseph asks, “Are you feeling okay? You haven’t stopped to order any food.”

Barclay cranes his neck, distracted, “I’m saving my appetite for something special.”

“Where-”

A chorus of voices and hoots drifts from a nearby house and suddenly Barclay is jogging, pulling Joseph with him. The building is draped in metallic orange garlands, with paper bats flapping back and forth by the windows. There’s a swirl of purple and green lights in a glyph that means “party is for anyone, come on in.”

Barclay opens the door and they step into a dim room. Joseph looks down and grins; his costume worked perfectly. His coat turns into a cape with a single tug, the make-up renders him blood spattered, and the cane slips from the inside pocket to his hand. Barclay notices and lights up with pride.

Then his boyfriend is pulled away from him into a throng of overjoyed Bigfoots.

In spite of his excitement, Joseph stays back. Barclay reunited with some of his family right after the gate was rebuilt. But he was away for decades, and his kind are particularly close knit. His visits will be cause for celebration for a while, and there’s no need for Joseph to take that deserved attention away from him.

When Barclay’s free enough for the flurry of hugs, he waves Joseph over and drapes an arm around him.

“Everyone, this is Joseph. My boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah, the bigfoot hunter.” A sylph with orange-blonde fur nudges one with black, who nods.

“Um, well, it’s more complicated than that. I’m a special agent with the department of unexplained phenomenon. I got assigned to all sorts of cases.” He smiles, “but Bigfoot did have a special place in my heart.”

“Surprised it took him so long to find one” a Sylph with fur the same color as Barclay’s smiles at his boyfriend, “voice like that should’ve attracted any of us from miles around.”

“He speaks Sylph, Gabe.” Barclay dips his head in the way that indicates his blushing.

Gabe turns their attention to Joseph, “Really?”

“Yes. Barclay has taught me some. I’m still learning.”

“What are you two supposed to be?” A shorter, white-furred Sylph pokes Barclay in the arm.

“Joseph’s a mad scientist from a book. And I’m a gym teacher.”

“It’s a good choice; plenty of humans are scared of those.” A Sylph with black and white fur offers Joseph his hand, “Alan. I was in Florida for a while?”

“What years? I’ve always had a theory–well, nevermind, it’s probably rude to talk about work when everyone is here to have fun. Oh, thank you.” He takes the glass of something warm and purple that someone hands him. He glances at Barclay, who gives a thumbs up. Good, they won’t have a repeat of the aphrodisiac berry pie incident.

“Honestly, a lot of us are pretty fucking fascinated by what you do. You mind if I show your boyfriend around Barclay?”

“Nope, got plenty of catching up to do. I’ll meet you by the buffet, babe.”

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“I swear, if you start crying over Aunt Lucille’s pasta salad I’m never letting you live it down.” Gabe helps themself to another bowl of Goldenroot soup.

“It was one of those dishes I could never recreate. I tried using Miracle Whip to make the dressing and it was a fucking disaster. Jake still shudders when he sees a hard boiled egg.”

“That’s the selkie kid right? How’s he doing?”

“Good. He’s back with the Hornets. Uh, they’re a motorcycle gang in town. We get along with them better than we used to. One of them is still scared of Indrid.”

“Indrid as in Indrid Cold?”

“Yep.” Barclay sets his dish in a tub with the other dirty tableware, “He’s a good friend of mine.”

“Well look at you mister big-shot, hanging around with a court seer. If my old man was still around he’d never shut up about it.”

“Yeah.” He looks down at his shoes. It weighs on him sometimes, how if the Pine Guard had only been quicker in solving things maybe more Sylphs would have survived.

“Uh uh, none of that. Tonight is about having fun. And I got just the thing to do that and honor his memory.” Gabe slides one of several midnight blue tins over to them and pulls off the top. Inside are fruits roughly the shape and size of jet-black strawberries, halved and glazed with burnt sugar.

“Fuck, never thought I’d have these again. I can kinda get a buzz from strawberries but it’s never the same.”

Gabe passes him one, takes two for himself and downs them in one gulp. The tin stays between them as they move to a tall, round table near the wall. From here he can see Joseph, seated by the indoor bonfire, it’s magenta flames making his costume flicker between good and evil. There’s a plate in his lap and a half dozen of Barclay’s kind gathered around him. One passes him a fresh plate nearly collapsing with food and Barclay lets out a low, huffing growl. Then he looks around, praying no one heard him.

“Easy, man, you know no one is gonna move in on your mate. She’s just being polite.”

“I know. It just kinda came out.” He grabs another berry, leaving out the part where he can tell by their posture and the soft, low hoots that occasionally reach him that several of them are interested in his boyfriend “And it’s not like I blame them. Joseph’s fucking captivating when he’s not trying to be covert.”

“Were you ever scared of him?” Gabe finishes their drink and snaps twice. One of the paper bats flaps over with a fresh one.

“Fucking terrified. Bigfoot was his entire mission. He was tracking these disappearances and he was the first person I met who I ever thought could figure out what was going on.” He can feel the world slowing, the warmth spreading in his fingers and chest, “heh, he’s gonna flip his shit if he learns Janine was the one fucking up his data.”

“Come again?”

“There was a chunk of disappearances that never made sense to him. Because it wasn’t me changing my disguises those times.”

Joseph’s voice cuts the air, “Holy shit! Really?”

Barclay chuckles as Janine’s laugh bounces around the room, “That’ll make him happy. He hates an unsolved puzzle.”

He reaches for another berry and finds Gabe looking at him. The expression reminds him of his uncle. Of his dad.

“He makes you really happy, doesn’t he?”

“More than I ever thought I could be. I mean, fuck man, he” the words stick on his tongue a moment, “he’s like, like…I was wandering around for years. Even at Amnesty some part of me was still, like, out there” he gestures to the air, “wandering around looking for something. The first time he kissed me, I knew I’d fucking found it.”

“Wow. You guys were looking for each other. That’s so fucking profound.”

Barclay giggles; he forgot how his cousin gets when he’s had a few.

“Hey, don’t laugh, I mean it. It’s some soul mate shit. Plus it’s really fucking romantic that he was kind of in love with you before he met you.”

“Never thought about it that way before.” The pleasant buzz building in his brain turns to T.V static for a moment.

Then blue eyes meet his from across the room and Joseph is calling his name, patting the seat beside him, telling the others that Barclay can explain something far better than he can. So he tucks the box under his arm and heads for where he belongs.

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Barclay once told him that it was considered good manners in Sylph culture to make sure your guests never left hungry. By that metric, the party they just left was the height of politeness. He’s certain he won’t need to eat for another week. His boyfriend, however, is still pausing on their way back to the gate to buy food from the few stalls that are still open. As he’s eating a pack of rose-colored, oval gummies, he shivers. Then he looks and Joseph and bumps all seven feet of himself up against him.

“I’m coooold.”

Joseph takes off his coat, pulls the mechanism that turns it back into a cape before draping it over Barclay’s shoulders, “Come on, big guy, let’s get you home. We can get nice and warm under the covers.”

“Sounds good. You have the chili crisps right?”

Joseph holds up the basket of leftovers, “In here.”

“Fucking love those things. Takis can, can suck it.”

He laughs, holding Barclay steady as the cross over. Since they drank the same things, he’s guessing his intoxicated state is due to something he ate. Whatever it was has made him talkative, easily amused, and very, very affectionate.

When they finally make it to the Lodge, the only lights on are the Jack’O Lanterns. Ned’s running an all night Saturday Night Dead, so Joseph clicks it on once they’re in the room. Barclay is transfixed by the screen, pupils huge, as Joseph undoes the buttons, straps, and zippers that make up his costume. Getting the make-up off is hassle until he sets the remover he bought aside in favor of coconut oil.

Vaguely tropical scented, he returns to the bedroom to find Barclay rolling and rubbing back and forth on the covers, still staring at the giant Gila Monster rampaging across the screen

“Here, hand me your costume and I can throw it in the hamper.”

Barclay tries to remove the shirt and only gets it halfway up before pouting, “It’s stuck.”

Joseph smiles, shakes his head, and crawls onto the bed. After several tries he manages to wrench a white t-shirt and tight shorts of a wiggling bigfoot. As he moves to climb off, Barclay grabs his hands with a sad growl.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do…do you think you still would have loved me if I wasn’t bigfoot?”

Joseph gathers their hands against his chest, “Without a doubt. I mean, I was already falling for you when you showed me the truth. Besides, bigfoot was a fascination for me, a mystery to solve, a truth to prove. You, Barclay, are the man I love. That’s what you are for me. You being bigfoot was just a bonus.”

Barclay’s smile returns and he guides Joseph down for a kiss.

“I love you so much, babe. Your, your costume fucking ruled.”

“I love you too, big guy. And thank you.” He slips free and Barclay whimpers.

“Where are you going?”

“To get some aspirin and water to put on the nightstand.”

“What for?”

Joseph flicks off the light, watches Barclay’s eyes widen in excitement as he stares at the flickering pumpkins through the window.

“Call it a hunch.”

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