#steady lang

[parlerenfleurs]

Personally I think it would be very cool and sexy of Luo Wenzhou to bottom for Fei Du

Alas,

#Mo Du #smh this man is too steady in his preferences ahah #he should try other things once in a while it's good for the spirit #ALSO WHO!! WHY!! told Lang Qiao that and how is that their business!! :D

[teufelsabbiss]

Story-idea: Alliances and political marriage

Tianlang-Jun/Yuè Qīngyuán, Mu Qingfang/Zhuzhi-Lang, Mobei Jun/Shang Qinghua

(This would be hilarious if it was mostly from the POV of Cang Qiong's former generation sect leader, so lets run with that.)

A whim changes the fate of the world. Tianlang-Jun can't decide whether to go watch a theater play in a certain city or visit the festival in another. He makes Zhuzhi-Lang choose between a ribbon and a pebble (ribbon for play, stone for festival). In this universe Zhuzhi-Lang picks the stone and this changes everything!

The play is in a city in Huan Hua territory and had they gone there, Tianlang-Jun would've met Su Xiyan. But the festival is in Cang Qiong territory and he is noticed by members of the local sect. The two just stick out too much despite their disguises and there's a brief scuffle in which their demonic aura is revealed before they ditch the cultivators in the many alleys of the city. Tianlang-Jun thinks the chase was a lot of fun. Zhuzhi-Lang very much disagrees with this sentiment.

Cang Qiong's sect leader, after getting informed of this event, sends his head disciple to investigate and assess the threat. Yuè Qīngyuán finds Tianlang-Jun and is really baffled by the joviality of this powerful demon. Since their interaction is very amicable, Tianlang-Jun agrees to drop his disguise. Yue Qingyuan then brings back the weird news.

His shizun is very perturbed that the heavenly demon emperor himself is roaming the human realm, let alone his turf. Just the description of his behavior doesn't make sense! He orders Yuè Qīngyuán to continue spying and glean more information about the demon's motives.

They get along surprisingly well and Tianlang-Jun is flirting rather heavily pretty soon. Cang Qiong's sect leader sniffs a chance for a powerful alliance with the demon realm and arrogates the role of guardianship for his future successor and begins brokering a marriage between the demon emperor Tianlang-Jun and Yue Qingyuan.

His fellow peak lords are not quite as on board as he thought they would be.

More surprisingly, though, is that the head disciple of Qing Jing peak, who always seemed to hate Yuè Qīngyuán, is the most furious out of everyone in the sect on Yuè Qīngyuán's behalf and even dares to snarl(!) at the demon lord. Until he's convinced that Tianlang-Jun is (in SQQ's words) just as much of a silly idiot as Yuè Qīngyuán and that both have genuine feelings for each other. After that he approves. And somehow Yuè Qīngyuán and Shen Qingqiu seem to have overcome their problems too and are really close now. A bit as if they're brothers. Isn't that weird? The sect leader won't complain, though. Take that, shidis and shimeis, he knew his idea was great!

(Unbeknownst to the sect leader, the complicated relationship of Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu led to a great deal of questioning and meddling on Tianlang-Jun's part. This luckily worked to clear up their misunderstandings. But now Shen Qingqiu has a great deal of hatred reserved for the current sect leader. Yue Qingyuan has to muster all his talent in diplomacy and insist and beg to get both Shen Qingqiu and Tianlang-Jun to drop their murder plans toward his shizun.)

Somehow, without the sect leader noticing, the snake general Zhuzhi-Lang strikes up a friendship with the head disciple of Cian Qao peak, Mu Qingfang. And Tianlang-Jun is nudging them towards courtship. And it works.

Huh. Well, two marriages would make the alliance more steady, right?

The rest of the cultivation world is not fine with this development. The largest sect mingling with demons in such a scandalous way is outrageous! There's only two ways this can go: Either 1) let them do as they please and keep civil, if not outright welcoming of their ways. Or 2) eradicate them. The latter means war with the sect that has the most powerful cultivator's of their era and a heavenly demon and his half-heavenly demon general and their forces combined. Few are brave and stupid enough to demand the war option and those who do are forced to give up for lack of support and are left to stew in the distance.

After a while it's clear that the alliance is actually going well for Cang Qiong territory, the surrounding areas and the human realm in general. There are no protests from the mortals. Especially the tiny villages and outposts along the border to the demon realm are a lot safer now. There's more trading going on and this benefits a lot of people, too.

Then one day the An Ding peak head disciple, Shang Qinghua, is dragged into one of their meetings by a powerful ice demon who demands to marry him. The future ruler of the Northern kingdom, Mobei Jun, was informed of the courtships that went on in the sect and realized what he actually wanted from his human. The mousy little guy misunderstood his intentions up until he makes this declaration in front of everyone.

Now the sect leader is a bit worried, though. What if things go on like this? Will there be more demon suitors? Will their sect be half demonic later?!

And no, his shidis and shimeis are very much not allowed to make fun of him for starting this! If their successors play their cards right, they can assure lasting safety and prosperity for the human realm! And they will ascend soon and it'll not be their problem any longer anyway, so...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#svsss #story idea #writing prompt #crack treated seriously #yue qingyuan #tianlang jun #mu qingfang #zhuzhi lang #shang qinghua #mobei jun #tianyue #moshang #what's the ship name for Qingfang/Zhuzhi? #there has to be one

[one-flower-one-sword]

As for Jun Wu, he stood up. "Xianle, calm yourself!"

Xie Lian was falling apart. "I...I..."

Had it all really been his fault?! If it truly was, then what should he do? He didn't know!

Just as he was drowning in confusion, a voice rang out in his mind. "It's not possible! I can swear that you are you. You're no one else. Trust me."

"..."

San Lang. San Lang!

Hua Cheng had told him that this couldn't be - it could never be his fault!

Xie Lian's mind instantly cleared. He steadied himself, finding his footing once more.

Jun Wu, however, had already descended from his throne and come to his side. "Xianle! Calm down first -"

TGCF Volume 7, page 106

another one of those small moments that really goes to show not only how much Xie Lian trusts Hua Cheng but also what an immensely positive effect Hua Cheng's support has had on his mental health. by this point, not only has Xie Lian started to seek Hua Cheng out for physical and emotional support and comfort when previously he used to severely neglect himself and his needs, here Hua Cheng isn't even present and just by remembering his words Xie Lian is able to calm himself down, all on his own.

it's also kind of really romantic in the sense that like... Hua Cheng really is always with him in some way, isn't he? even when separated, they're never truly apart, not now that they both know they are loved by the other.

also notice the contrast with Jun Wu repeatedly telling Xie Lian to calm down and it doing absolutely nothing to help him actually do so. at this point, Xie Lian still trusts and admires Jun Wu but the fact that it's Hua Cheng's remembered words and not Jun Wu's spoken ones that actually steady Xie Lian and make him trust himself again speaks volumes about which of the two of them is actually acting in a way that is helpful and supportive to Xie Lian's well-being and to his understanding of himself - in this scene but also throughout the whole story

#tgcf #rereading tgcf #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #jun wu

[zeroone-eleven]

Daniela Dimitrescu (Resident Lover) Headcanons:

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Requested? ❌

"Naiintindihan ko naman, iniiwasan mo lang masaktan."

"I understand, that you're just avoiding being hurt."

Summary: Headcanons about Daniela Dimitrescu (+ MC Romance Route so this contains Filipino Pop Culture references and Tagalog words. Translations will be provided in the Author's Note section at the end of the work.)

Warnings: Minor Angst (Bela's cameos), Suggestive themes, SPOILERS FOR DANIELA'S ROUTE!

Genre: RomCom, Fluff, Slice of Life, Minor Angst

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Regular Headcanons:

Secretly a fan of "Mama Mia".

Listens to Taylor Swift's calmer songs when she's cruising on her skateboard.

Daniela is the kind of girlfriend to go all out every day. Even in just the little ways.

She always has a family picture of her sisters and her mother in her jacket pocket.

Never fails to put on perfume.

Has boards specifically for cruising at night.

Those boards have wheels that light up.

Has scars on her knees, chin, shoulders, and elbows from flying off her board countless of times.

Doesn't tap her skateboard against the ground to clap for her skating bros.

Opting instead to clap normally with her back in perfect posture, like she was clapping for a theatre play instead of a skateboarding competition.

The Dimitrescu sisters were brought up to be classy after all.

MC Romance Headcanons:

MC asked her to teach them how to take care of a board once.

Daniela cried when MC gifted her a custom skateboard put together by their own hands, the bottom painted with a scenery of the local skate park.

She hangs it up on the wall, never taking it out for rides.

Simply thinking of the masterpiece sustaining scrapes sends Daniela to tears.

Whenever she wakes up before MC, she wakes them up with gentle kisses.

Most times her kisses will litter MC's face with fleeting speed. MC wakes up with laughter on these days.

Sometimes her kisses are placed on MC's neck, and on their collarbone.

On days like these, MC wakes up pinned to the mattress.

Their eyes would open to Daniela hovering over them with something in her eyes. As if the beastly nature she got rid of left pieces of itself within her.

She also tries to make them breakfast or dinner at least twice a week, it never goes well.

The food of choice either ends up undercooked, or overcooked (Burnt)

MC once woke up at night to singing, and to a steady thumping on her room's table.

They opened their eyes to find Daniela singing them a love song, using their study table as a cajun box.

"Bro, I love you but... What the hell is happening right now?" Dani beams at the question, halting her singing and drumming to place her hands on her hips.

"Glad you asked babe-bro! I was bored, couldn't sleep, and had the internet at my full disposal, so found this little thing from your culture called 'Harana'!"

"... Bro, I- Appreciate the sentiment but I'm pretty sure that Harana is done by singing from outside the house, facing the window?"

Dani smiles, bright and sheepish and unapologetic and MC finds herself falling in love again. "Yeah true, but the thing is: We live on the 4th floor of this building and I'm honestly not sure if my voice could carry that far.."

Yes, MC and Daniela call each other "Bro" as an ode to their friends-to-lovers journey.

Daniela tries to sneakily pick out flowers for MC from the Campus bushes ever since going to her Aunt Donna's Flower shop was rendered impossible.

Bela caught her once, and dragged her sister to her council room office for an earful of a lecture.

"Just what do you think you're doing, desecrating University property like that?"

"Picking out flowers for MC, what of it?"

"You're just going to hand it over to them with it looking like that?"

Daniela bristles at the punctuation, her temper flaring. But just as she opens her mouth to defend her relationship, Bela walks over to her work table and whips around to face Daniela with a pair of stationary scissors.

"You've got to remove the thorns first, along with some of the leaves at the bottom of the stem. I've got to some spare colored paper in one of my desk drawers, we'll wrap it up in those once we're done pruning these. We may not be Aunt Donna but we can atleast do our best to make this presentable."

Daniela stops asking her eldest sister for favors using blackmail after that.

Bela smiles and Daniela can't quite place why her sister's smile sort of looks forced and bittersweet (She remembers still.)

The youngest Dimitrescu chalks it up to her sister helping her out despite being uninterested in romance. (She wants them, always will. But in this loop MC's with her sister so she keeps herself away.)

(Bela may be heartless but her nature is always selfless.)

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01-11's debated heart loves this particular skaterbro with an undocumented softness.

Tagalog Words - Translations:

Harana - a courtship act of singing to your intended from outside of their house to ask for permission and for their hand.

#Resident Lover #Resident Lover MC #Resident Lover x MC #Resident Lover Daniela Dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x mc #Daniela Dimitrescu x MC #Bela Dimitrescu x Reader #Resident Lover Bela Dimitrescu #Resident Evil Daniela Dimitrescu #Resident Evil 8 #re8 village #Resident Evil VIII #Resident Evil Village

[tklpilled]

invisible string

(hua cheng/xie lian)

summary: perhaps even ghost kings have silly weaknesses.

a/n: for tickletober day 10: ghost <3 shut up shut up i know he can't blush i make the rules

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"You must be ticklish somewhere."

"Like I said, gege, I'm really not." Hua Cheng's arms are stretched above his head as he lays on the bed, watching all of Xie Lian's clumsy attempts at tickling him. "Try as much as you'd like."

Xie Lian sighs. This really isn't fair, for Xie Lian to be so sensitive and having no way of getting any sort of revenge. He's convinced Hua Cheng has to be ticklish somewhere, though. Surely even ghost kings share that weakness. "I don't believe you."

"I would never lie to gege," Hua Cheng assures him, the lazy smirk on his face not changing no matter what Xie Lian does. "I suppose you're just ticklish enough for the both of us."

Xie Lian flushes a bit at the mention of his...rather extreme sensitivity. It's not like he can help it! He will find Hua Cheng's weak spot, wherever it is, and then he can finally get revenge for all the times Hua Cheng has tickled him, and...and...

"San Lang?" Xie Lian tilts his head. "Are you alright?"

Hua Cheng smiles up at him. "Dianxia doesn't need to worry. Nothing's wrong." He sounds convincing enough, but—

"San Lang."

"Gege."

"Are you sure you haven't been lying?" Xie Lian smiles a little, gaze flickering down to where his hands have strayed to Hua Cheng's hips. And before Hua Cheng can respond, he wriggles his thumbs into the soft spot beside the bones, and Hua Cheng yelps in surprise right before a steady stream of laughter starts to pour out.

"I d-dihihidn't—gah, I didn't knohow! Reheheally!"

Xie Lian knows that’s true—Hua Cheng only lies to him if it’s to protect him. Still, he sighs and shakes his head, as though disappointed.

“To think San Lang would lie to me like this…surely this is deserving of punishment, don’t you think?”

Hua Cheng is caught up in a mess of giggles, actual giggles, and it’s the cutest thing Xie Lian has ever seen. Still, as he struggles to keep his hands over his head, he turns away with a flushed face that Xie Lian hadn’t even known he was capable of. “D-do ahas you wish…”

Oh dear. Xie Lian can’t help himself—he stills his fingers and leans in to press a kiss to the smile curled on Hua Cheng’s lips. “As you wish,” he hums, and begins his plan for revenge.

#my fics #arty writes #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #hob #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #tickle fic #tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023

[huaenrose]

in the desert xie lian asks ruoye to hold on to something steady and safe and it brings first san lang and then nan feng and fu yao. it's all because of the storm, and because it recognizes the power of a ghost king and two gods even in disguise. but that part hits different now that I know that ruoye was created from the suicide of xie lian's parents who, despite not being able to bear living anymore, didn't really want to leave their son alone in the world. they wanted him to fall desperately in love, they wanted him to get back on good terms with his two best friends, they wanted him to have someone to hold on to when he crossed a desert and a storm was comming, to feel safe and steady. and all of that sort of comes true.

#tian guan ci fu #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian #fenglianqing #san lang #nan feng #fu yao #xie lian #hua cheng #feng xin #mu qing #mo xiang tong xiu #mxtx #analyzes

[draweltz]

Hua Cheng gets harassed by Xie Lian (he's either crumbling or melting) - part 3

It's Hualian's first time in bed together and they're both getting a little too chatty.

A fic snippet idea of mine (Part 3)

Read part 1

Hua Cheng get harassed by Xie Lian (in a fun way) - part 1

Read part 2:

Hua Cheng 'tries' to get back at harassing the harasser Xie Lian - part 2

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Xie Lian’s face fills Hua Cheng’s entire view as he gets smothered with kisses. Hua Cheng constantly feels his face being pushed back from each kiss Xie Lian plants on his cheeks, forehead, nose and even his neck.

Before he could even bring his head back forward, another kiss pushed him in. He wanted to fall, his mind submerging. He exerted so much to hold himself steady.

Xie Lian refrained him from even letting out a breath as he brought his lips in to suck at Hua Cheng’s cheek.

He was knocked senseless, almost falling backwards, utterly stupefied. Xie Lian catches him, wrapping his arms around Hua Cheng’s waist. “San Lang,” he said pensively.

“Sorry, but I think - with the way I feel of you. It feels like every kiss I have with you is my first. And I can’t contain myself.”

“San Lang, you need to see how you look.”

Xie Lian began to laugh as he held his face. Hua Cheng’s face was flushed red. He hadn't been aware or bothered by his appearance until it was pointed out. He gasped and immediately buried his face at the crook of Xie Lian’s neck.

“Oh . . . not again.”

“It’s even worse this time. It’s so much more – San Lang, you truly got style. Red really is your colour.”

“ . . . “

His arms wrapped around Hua Cheng’s waist tighter and heard a stiffened but subtle gasp from him. That was an earful for Xie Lian.

“Tell me, San Lang. Are you getting overwhelmed?”

“What for? Your highness, that question is something I would never dare hear from you. I could never. Besides – you of all people.”

When he looked up, a smile played on Xie Lian’s face.

“Exactly. Me of all people. Isn’t it the ones so dear that can rile up a supreme ghost king? Hm, San Lang?”

“ . . . ”

Part 3

#Hua Cheng is baby #Help! My San Lang isn't working anymore!! >:(( #My Hua Cheng broke #Xie lian the harasser #hua cheng goes under #tgcf #tgcf fanart #mxtx tgcf #xie lian #hualian #hua cheng #san lang #heaven official's blessing #heavens official blessing #tian guan ci fu

[crimsonrainseekingflower]

Relationships: Shen Qingqiu & Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu/Luo Binghe

Rating: T

Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Minor Mobei-jun/Shang Qinghua, Zhuzhi-lang Lives

Word Count: 3.6k

“Shidi has impeccable timing.” Shen Qingqiu smiled. His familiar desire to bully Liu Qingge had begun to act up. “Hold Binghe for a moment, would you?” “Shen Qingqiu!” Liu Qingge protested, but he still took the baby being pushed into his arms. “Don’t be scared. He doesn’t bite.” He did hit, but it was true he hadn’t bitten anyone. Yet. Liu Qingge bristled. “Who’s scared?” “Just don’t glare at him and you should be fine,” Shen Qingqiu said, glancing away as he retrieved one of his many fans from his sleeve. He opened it with a flick of his wrist. “Though if he cries—” The unmistakable sound of a child’s laughter hit his ears. Shen Qingqiu’s head jolted up in surprise. Then his face paled. Liu Qingge held Luo Binghe upside down, one little ankle gripped in his steady hand. Shen Qingqiu had barely looked away for a moment! Luo Binghe seemed to be greatly enjoying the way Liu Qingge shook him around like a doll but Shen Qingqiu couldn’t allow such a thing to continue. “Don’t hold him like that!” Shen Qingqiu exclaimed. He made a grab for Luo Binghe but Liu Qingge held the child out of the way, one severe brow lifted. “Why not? Mingyan used to love this.” As if to prove his point, Liu Qingge lightly swung Luo Binghe, drawing out more hiccuping giggles. Demon children were sturdy but still, that couldn’t be good for him! Right?!

Read the rest here!

#svsss #bingqiu #the scum villain's self saving system #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #svsss fanfic #my writing #my fic #image description in alt

[lokisgoodgirl]

Burn it to the Ground [Avenger! Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE       Summary: Soft Dom!Loki has his jealousy ignited at a party in Avengers Tower due to everyone thinking you’re pretty great (w/c 4k) Warnings: Smut. 18+ NSFW. Soft Dom, Public Sex, Language, Rough Sex, Dubious Consent, Jealous Partner, Possible overuse of ellipsis. Minors DNI. 

You could feel those thunderous eyes drilling into the back of your head from across the crowded room. They swept down to analyse the minute body language tells, making note of each and every one with increasing jealousy.

Outwardly, your lover would appear engaged in whatever conversation he was having over by the bar in Avengers Tower you were sure. You could hear his chiming laugh, just a little too loudly. But you could feel his eyes on your ass as keenly as if they were his hands.

"...and then' Steve continued, tears forming in his eyes from laughter, 'Y/N told him to go fuck himself... and hit him over the head with a pizza oven". Punchline over, his fit of giggles spilled over to a fully raucous laugh that turned several heads. "Why was there even a pizza oven in a lab?" Scott Lang scrunched his face in bemusement, before raising his brows, "although I mean, just cos you're Hydra doesn't mean you can't appreciate a nice home baked pizza in between creating biological warfare I guess". Steve doubled over, and you sipped your drink smiling coyly at their antics. In his slightly inebriated state, Cap misjudged the space, his cheek grazing against the curve of your breast, outlined in your black skater dress.

"Woww, careful buddy", Scott steadied him up to a vertical stance as Steve wiped his eyes, "you'll have Mischief Managed over here in a second with moves like that'" He peered over his shoulder, in what you could only assume he thought was a subtle move, to mistakenly directly meet Loki's eyes and immediately turn back to you, a frozen look of confusion on his face.

"Y/N how does he know...like...I mean really", Scott leaned in to whisper, "does he have a spell on you or something...like he knows when people get too close?"

"You mean like you are now?", you laughed - and Scott jumped a foot backward. "No, of course not...he's just, protective."

"Possessive, more like", Steve interjected, his prior jolly mood swept aside. He was gazing at Loki with his blue stare sharpened, and Loki stared right back, raising his glass with a nod to the Captain before turning back to his conversation with Natasha. Smug bastard. He loved every second of this.

"Dance with me, Cap", you asked with a soft smile, "it's been a while since you and I showed off our moves."

Steve looked away from Loki's direction, his features warming as he took your outstretched hand. "It would be my pleasure- let's hit it!"

Scott sprayed his drink mid swallow, rum and coke dribbling down his chin as he processed what he'd heard. "Are you crazy?!"He looked up from assessing his t-shirt now stained with booze...but the two of you were already gone.

It always amazed you how good a dancer Steve was, considering his bulky frame. Years ago, not long after he came out of the ice, the two of you had taken dancing lessons together. He had a chip on his shoulder about Agent Carter and dancing, and learning in this new world had helped him adapt...plus it had been a hell of a lot of fun. The crowd on Tony's dance floor parted as the two of you stormed through a modern foxtrot to the sound of mid noughties music Stark played non stop at parties like this. Steve liked to tease you with unexpected box turns, his dancing mirroring his fighting style- always the element of surprise. "You ready for the big one?" he shouted as he twirled you over enthusiastically. "No!" you yelled in response over Jason Derulo - but he dipped you anyway and suddenly you were looking at the ceiling. The crowd around you cheered as you lay balanced on Cap's bended knee, leg subconsciously stretched out, toe pointed in a balanced display of ballroom perfection. After he twirled you into a standing position, the two of you took a little bow to more applause before making your way back to where Scott was standing, looking amazingly uncomfortable.

"What's the matter, Scott? Never seen a couple of pros throwing some classic moves at one of these parties?" You adjusted your dress straps as you said it, and Scott instinctively looked away comically, his eyes trailing the ceiling.

"Nothing I, uh...just can't get over the feeling that I am seconds from death by the hand of your other worldly boyfriend..." "I wouldn't worry Scott", you smiled mischievously, "if anyone's getting in a fight tonight it'll be Steve here, and I don't think we need to worry about that, do we?", you looked at him as a full stop to that rhetorical question.

"Darling."

A silken voice with a hard edge floated in from behind you, as long fingers encased your waist, "That was quite a show you two put on out there", He looked across at Steve with a forced smile that didn't reach his eyes, head tilted to the side.

"Glad you enjoyed it, Loki – you should try it sometime, your girl can really move." Steve knocked back one of the shots of tequila that Clint was passing around.

"Au contraire, Rogers'" he winked, and suddenly you were spinning and came to a stop an arm's length from your ebony haired God, arm outstretched. "'I've had time for a bit of tutelage myself over the last 1500 years'" He pulled you in, staring intensely into your wide eyes, "I think it's time for me to teach you a few new steps Y/N, hmm?".

Before you had a chance to respond you were on the dance floor again, the lights inexplicably dimmed, the music suspiciously sensual. The people dancing around you had faltered, obviously wondering the same as you. Some amorous pairs, Nat and Bruce included, got closer, making the most of a stolen semi – public moment. Loki led you directly to the centre of the dance floor, the dimmed party lights skimming across you in a dreamy glow.

The familiar sound of Chase Atlantic filled the air like smoke as Loki spun you again, bringing you in to his chest – your arm on his shoulder as he led you in a slow, rhythmic salsa in time to the music. Damn, he looked good tonight. On paper, his ensemble was nothing special, black suit pants and a dark evergreen shirt; but on him? It was glorious. The trousers hugged his straight hips creating the smallest of creases in the thick fabric as they strained against the movement of his muscular thighs, the slim fit skimming down to his ankles creating a silhouette that could only be described as god-like. His shirt was smooth, ring-spun cotton that fit perfectly to his torso and probably cost more than your old rent in Brooklyn. The sleeves were casually rolled to his elbows but perfectly folded, he knew what he was doing... exposing those thick forearms, with four buttons tactfully undone giving you a tantalising reminder of what lay underneath. You could smell the cologne he always dabbed on the base of his neck. Understated. Irresistible. He knew it always made you lean in for more. You felt your face inching forward to his exposed skin to inhale it, met with another spin as he turned you to face outward. "Not quite, kitten", he growled seductively in your ear, "after your little display earlier I think I've earned some fun of my own...such a naughty girl teasing other men like that...right in front of me..."Loki tsk'd three times softly, the methodical sound of his chastising tongue making your pussy tingle.

Your body moved seamlessly against his as he raised your arms above your head, hands twisted together in a clasped prayer. How appropriate. You needed all the help you could get. You felt his large hands slide slowly down your outstretched arms, then tracing the outline of figure eight as he pressed against the curves of your body, moving his hips rhythmically against yours in time. His hands came to rest of your hipbones, forcing your pelvis to tilt backwards into his crotch, right where he wanted you. "Move for me, my goddess' he murmured in your ear. Lord, he'd only called you that previously when he was on the edge of climax, usually with you dressed in a suspender belt with a leather paddle in hand. You obliged, grinding your ass purposefully against him, searching for any sign of his growing arousal as he directed your hips right, then left, then right again in a Latin sway driving you deeper into the heady haze of the moment. His voice penetrated your consciousness, warm breath in your ear. "What did I tell you, kitten...I'm in control here, was I not clear?"

Suddenly you were so entangled in a salsa routine that you had no choice but to accept your fate. Loki twisted, looped and manipulated your limbs like water in a fountain, twirling and dropping and sliding you across the floor in a series of moves that you were sure looked spectacular. You trusted him completely, gave in to him as he controlled your body; turning and caressing you in time with the music with his godly strength. After a particularly sudden stop, he'd pulled you in, once more adopting his hands to your hips as you faced away from him. You took a moment to breathe. Centring yourself after the previous few minute’s exertions, you felt the hair brushed from the side of your neck and a deep kiss planted there. You moaned. With a flick of his wrist, he turned you to face him, arms thrown over his shoulders. He drew you in to a deep kiss that left you breathless as he lowered both hands to your ass.

"I have a surprise for you, my goddess, a little something I've been working on for a situation just like this..."

You raised your eyebrow as you gazed up at him. You knew that look. It was rarely an entirely pleasant surprise. "And what situation would that be, Loki?"

He broke his gaze from yours to flicker over your shoulder to where Steve and Scott still stood, now joined by Tony and Thor, to form a jovial semi-circle facing the dance floor. They were laughing and joking but he could see the air of suspicion floating around them as clear as the haze from the smoke machines as one by one they looked at Loki. His mouth curled into a smile. "My sweet Y/N...you didn't expect to get me all hot and bothered watching you with that dull all-American boy toy and not expect retaliation...did you?' The intonation of his question made you tingle with anticipation, a fizzing sensation gathering around your core as you pondered his words. That was when you realised the warm feeling down below wasn't just desire...your panties were gone.

"Loki..." It was a warning, but also an invitation. He had always been a jealous lover, but this was new. He squeezed your ass firmly with both hands, watching your expression under hooded lids. "What have you been working on, Loki?'" you whispered.

He spun you to face outwards again, his fingertips digging in to your hips just above your thigh, wrapped in the thin folds of your skater dress, inches from your needy pussy which was growing wetter by the second. The music seemed to grow louder as he began peppering dirty whispers in your ear, his lips brushing against you cruelly as the world looked on.

"When I carry you back to my chambers tonight my pet, you will be on your knees for me, won't you...

...such a wanton mortal, who can't get enough of her God's hot cum inside her...

...or for that matter, can't get enough of her own sweet juices inside him, mmm I can taste that glorious cunt of yours now, I can smell it teasing me now that those little lace panties you like so much have gone missing, what a shame...

...but you are a selfish girl aren't you. You want me all to yourself, you want your perfect, insatiable body to be the only one I crave, fantasise about, obsess over, the only one I sink my cock into every night...

....the only one I deign worthy of my service, to pleasure you however you see fit. The only one I will get on my knees for, kneeling face first into that delicious pussy...

...and yet you drive me half mad with lustful jealousy for fun. Naughty girl. Well if you wish them to stare and wonder what it's like to fuck you, perhaps how we fuck each other... let's give them a little more to work with, hmmm?”

You were so engrossed in his dark, velvet voice melodically delivering exactly what you wanted to hear that you almost didn't feel it at first. Your senses were engorged. The bass pumped through you, pounding your blood as Loki swayed you expertly to the rhythm, the heat from his body radiating his scent while he delivered his delicious filthy promises.

Tendrils of his magic were flowing through the fabric of your dress, the green glow concealed by the black fabric wrapped around his fingers as he pressed against you. They snaked slowly around your thighs, resting gently at your core, poised for the command of their master.

'Mmm, Loki', you murmured against his cheek, your hand reaching behind you to tug gently at his hair, 'why did you stop?'

'Darling, I've barely started', his deep seductive tone infused with a warning you didn't quite understand. And then you did.

Right on cue, you could feel the familiar warmth of Loki's tongue lapping gently at your sex, and your eyes flew to his in alarm. He stared you down, never missing a beat of the music as he moved you gently side to side, 'just relax Y/N, enjoy it...it's our secret'.

You scanned the room, and sure enough...no one was batting an eye. 'Ohhh', you stifled a moan as his magic between your legs grew stronger, as though Loki was truly on his knees before you in service, and not standing behind you kissing your neck as he held you tightly.

You closed your eyes at the sensation, feeling your legs automatically step wider to allow your lover's tongue better access. Your could feel hands around the backs of your thighs as he had done many times, drawing you in to him like a man possessed, smothering himself deep inside you. His tongue slid inside your opening, soliciting a sharp moan from your lips which was drowned by a kiss from the flesh and blood Loki grinding into you in a rhythmic embrace, steadying your back against his firm chest.

The invisible force between your thighs began licking thick stripes of hot wetness between your folds, just like its maker...god it felt good, you almost buckled in Loki's arms. It made its way slowly to your swollen clit, rubbing flatly back and forth as the pressure of your orgasm began building quickly. Too quickly. You angled your face up to Loki's, drinking in his incomparably sexy features as he understood your urgency, your hand coming up to tangle in his hair once more, forcing him into a passionate kiss as his fingers dug into your hips, his magic pushing through you, overcoming you, like water through a sieve.

You felt your legs tremble as your climax approached rapidly, the attempts to keep up with Loki's swaying dance faltering.

"I have you, darling, don't worry", he whispered, and with that you tumbled into bliss. The tendrils of magic pleasuring you in the invisible ways of your lover did not let up as you came hard, screaming in your head as you arched against Loki's chest, pressing your ass into his crotch. 'Ohhh Loki', the words you meant to whisper at the height of your ecstasy came out a touch louder than you anticipated, coinciding with a lull in the song, but you didn't care.

His strong arms nursed you back to reality, spinning you round to face him once more as you came down from your high, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you laid your head on his shoulder. Loki's eyes travelled upwards to check that the group of men, his brother included, who so enjoyed your company, had seen everything. They had. Lang was in the middle of questioning Steve to exactly what had just happened. The rest of them knew. He could see it, hear their passing comments ('did she just...’/ ‘..did he just make her...you know.. by dancing?’/ ‘I gotta learn those moves...' / 'no of course not, don’t be obscene’). They knew you belonged to him, but a little reminder of his superiority every now and then didn't hurt.

You could feel the slickness of your cum against your thighs as you pressed into the body before you, absorbing him. "I should probably go clean up a little", you whispered into Loki's ear with a smirk. "Especially since it looks like I won't be getting my panties back".

"Oh absolutely not, darling. Now run along." He spun you around one final time, releasing you at arm's length to allow you to walk away, shooting a brief glance over your bare shoulder as you did.

Loki slid his hands in his pockets and meandered over to the bar with long strides. His magic should hold long enough to hide the arousal straining within his trousers, he just needed five minutes. Five minutes without you, and without any distractio-

'BROTHER!', he flinched as a loud smack on his shoulder coupled the greeting, propelling him forward several inches. He managed a strained smile, nodding to Thor as he motioned to the bartender.

'That was quite something, brother. I managed to catch Y/N’s turn with Captain Rogers earlier but, even if I am a little biased, I did enjoy the Asguardian display a little more', he winked as one thick muscled arm rested on the bar facing Loki, his eyes glinting with humour.

'Don't.' Loki grimaced as he re-adjusted himself with his hands under the bar, his cock definitely visible against the fabric as he tried to regain his concentration.

'Don't what, Loki? I'm paying you a compliment. You love compliments!' Thor's keen eyes skimmed down his brother's body, noting his awkward stance, 'and everyone is definitely in agreement that your lady enjoyed her...dance...with you much more than with Rogers,' he paused, smirking, '...as did you it seems'.

Loki's head swivelled up, his eyes meeting Thor's with a smirk, 'jealous, brother?', his pupils still wide with the lust pumping through his veins at the thought of you shuddering in ecstasy in public under his power.

'Oh, absolutely. I am jealous both of your lovely companion... who I am still mystified is enamoured by you... as well as your ability to bring her to Valhalla in a room full of her closest friends with your mere touch. Or perhaps it was a little more...' Thor winked, grabbing the glass tankard that had been placed in front of him and swiftly returning to the group before Loki could muster a response.

   You smoothed your hair a final time before heading back to the party, the signs of a pink flush still on your cheeks visible in the mirror. You could hear the familiar beating bass of some classic Usher, indicating that Jarvis had regained control of the sound system from Loki’s magic. Your heels clicked along the tile as you swung open the bathroom door, exiting into the long hallway dimmed with mood lighting. You only got ten steps before you saw him striding toward you, his look of determination no less than if he’d been wearing his armoured battle suit. Your eyes grew wide with alarm. "Loki what’s happened-?’" You were silenced by his mouth covering yours, pushing you to the nearest wall with unbridled passion. His huge strength was barely concealed as he overpowered you, pinning your hands to your sides. He moved his lustful intentions to your neck, as you threw your head back, eyes closed. Whatever had gotten into him tonight, you liked it. A lot.

"I want you, Y/N," you heard him growl from beneath your ear as he sucked your delicate skin, leaving marks. "...now." He had conveniently ambushed you in the hallway’s alcove, albeit the main thoroughfare to and from the party. You could see figures striding back and forth to the bar, but you couldn’t make out the faces –and that was good enough for you.

"You were right, Loki", you purred seductively in his ear. 

"Oh my darling, you’re going to have to be more specific…" he chuckled as his long fingers found their way to your pussy, now slick again from his work, and slipped inside you.

"I am selfish. I do want you all to myself. I’m just your little wanton mortal who fantasises about her God’s cock exploding inside her, seeing your face as I take it all for you, your good girl…"

Your words spurred him on as he expertly manipulated your pussy with one hand, the other unbuttoning his trousers and freeing his long, perfect cock in the dim light. You encased its length in your hand, firmly stroking back and forth as he buried his head in your neck once more, a rumble of pent up lust escaping his lips as you continued to whisper, "...I want to be the only one filling your head with dirty thoughts, living out your desires, I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you, I need all of you to mys-" The force of his cock entering you made you gasp as he scooped one of your legs up under his arm, wrapped around his waist and held in place by one of those fucking perfect arms. Not a sliver of light would have gotten between you, your bodies painted flush to the wall as he slid in and out of you furiously, your slick hole tightening around him at every stroke. There were no dirty whispers now. This was a sprint, not a marathon, that much was clear. The arm not encasing your leg to his waist was braced above your head, allowing him to ram his hips against you. Powerful, primal growls emitting from him at every hit of your hot cunt. You began to feel heady, your needy body giving in to its obsession with this man for the second time that evening in a wholly inappropriate setting. His hair was falling around his face, dark curls encasing your view as your foreheads pressed together, locked in pursuit of your highs. Your audible pants turned to pitched moans as you felt your orgasm building within you, spurred on by your lover’s breaths becoming ragged, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he hung on to the moment.

"Come with me, Loki" you gasped as you reached your peak, "claim me."

You’d chosen the right word to re-ignite his competitive jealousy.

He claimed you. You felt the force of his cum hit the back of your channel as he thrust into you ferociously one final time, the effort to keep his cry in the low decibel range was enormous as you felt his body shudder against you. You leant forward to catch him in a deep kiss, tongues meeting as he devoured you, swallowing his pleasure like a wave. You rode your own high on his stilling cock, pleasure filling you from the bottom up. As your moans subsided, he lowered your leg, re-adjusting your dress. With one arm still leaning on the wall, Loki steadied his breaths as you stepped in to zip up his fly, when something over his shoulder caught your eye.

"Scott?" you said, questioningly as Loki looked up. A cruel smile formed at one side of his mouth as he saw Lang standing frozen ten feet away, turned at a 45 degree angle, with his hands over his eyes.

"I swear, I didn’t see anything. Or hear anything. Okay... maybe a little but I gotta be honest guys...I was just going to the bathroom and this isn’t a super private spot,  I’m just saying, please don’t melt me or something God of Darkness or...whatever, I can’t remember right now I’m sorry... dude, I have a daughter...don’t kill me please…fuck’" He trailed off as silence filled the air, broken only by the sound of Loki pulling up his zipper. "Kill you?" Loki stepped toward Scott, who was lowering his hands from his face, eyes wide with alarm as Loki bent slightly to his eye level, hands clasped behind his back. "Then who would tell everyone that we were having hot, carnal sex in the hallway?". He straightened when he saw the look of bemused relief on Scott’s face as he registered that he was safe.

"Come, Y/N, the night is young." The mischievous scamp took your hand and led you towards the party as you mouthed an apologetic sorry to Scott, who seemed to have forgotten what he was doing there in the first place.

You felt the glow of Loki’s magic on your pussy again, cleaning away the evidence of your hallway encounter – although it made you miss its earlier uses. "So, uh…do you have any other surprises I should know about planned for tonight?" you quipped.

Loki twirled you once and dipped you to his knee in the classical ballroom pose. "Surprises? Me? No, darling." He chuckled at the look on your face, "but I wouldn’t mind seeing more sparks flying off your heels on that dance floor, as long as you’re dancing me with me of course, pet." You smiled up at him, wondering what else tonight could possibly have in store for you. "Well, what are we waiting for?" you purred. "Let’s burn it to the ground".

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Hua Cheng held Xie Lian tightly and spoke in a low voice touched by despair. "I couldn’t get into the Kiln no matter what I tried, and you had to break out on your own! I'm so fucking—" "San Lang, it's okay—it's really all right!" Xie Lian said quickly. "Besides, I didn't break out on my own! […] You helped me. Look.”

Hua Cheng assured him next to his ear. "Don't ever be afraid—I'm right here beside you!" Hua Cheng was right behind him, his hands steady on Xie Lian's waist. He was just one person, but to Xie Lian, it felt like the entire world was supporting him. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes.

When he looked back, Hua Cheng grasped his shoulders. "Fight freely! It'll be fine-none of them are a match for you. Nothing in this world can stop you!" His chest was the strongest backing in existence, and in an instant, Xie Lian was brimming with confidence. A refreshing current flowed through his body, and he struck back with all his might.

three times in book 7 that hua cheng was by xie lian’s side the moment he needed it

#they’re so domestic coded #but also love of a lifetime coded #xie lian going from having no one to always having that one person be there for him 😭😭😭 #protecting him no matter what 😭😭😭 #these two make me sick #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #tgcf #heaven’s official blessing

[kryptonitejelly]

Happy New Year | A Flyboy Drabble Top Gun: Maverick - Jake Seresin x Reader Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader Genre: romance; fluff; best friends to lovers Warnings: general hangman being hangman; sexual tension; general cursing; general use of pet names; fem!reader; pining; general naval / flying inaccuracies. Length: Drabble

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Summary: Snippets of five different New Years between you and Jake.

A/N: Happy New Year <3 I haven’t been able to be so active here (if i haven’t replied anything - especially dms - please know it isn’t you - but this is basically how life has been going) but thank you all for the friendship in 2022. May 2023 be better for us all.

One

The first new year you spend with Jake, is at the turn of the first year in which you know him. Your family is still the new family in town, and Grace Seresin, much to Jake’s delight, invites your family over to Grandma Doris’ for the new year.

The vast living room was flooded with celebratory cheer, laughter, happy voices, glasses clinking, the faint rustle of clothes from bodies being pulled close together in embrace, and the faint thump of palms slapping against backs as feet shuffled themselves across the space, each person moving from one to another.

You untangle yourself from your own mother’s embrace, only to find yourself facing Grace Seresin, who pulls you immediately into a hug.

“Happy new year sweetheart,” she tells you, voice warm, just like the hug she has you in.

“Happy new year Mrs Seresin,” you mumble against her shoulder, just in time for her to chide you again, telling you to call her Grace, instead.

“Sorry, Mr-, Grace,” you catch yourself just in time, and her laugh tinkles over your ears, as she gives your arm a squeeze. You peek over her shoulder just in time to find a pair of shining green eyes watching you.

“Well go on then,” she smiles lightly, her head turning back to find her son waiting his turn.

You smile back, and Grace moves on to extend her greetings to your family, leaving you and Jake standing just three steps away from each other.

“Happy new year,” you say first, feeling somewhat shy all of a sudden for a reason you cannot fathom. You see Jake’s smile grow with your words, and the next thing you know he covers the distance between you both, arms crushing you in his embrace.

“Happy new year,” he says, and you can feel the rumble of his words against your body. He lifts you a couple of inches off the ground, almost too easily, and you gasp, your hands go around tight around him instinctively, knees bending, feet kicking up, as he swings you around boisterously for good measure.

“Jake,” you squeal, a giggle falling from your lips and he sets you down. You both pull away from each other, arms slackening from the embrace, matching huge grins on your face as your eyes meet Jake’s greens.

You both miss the look Grace Seresin exchanges with your mother.

Two

“Five,” you yell out with the crowd pushing against your body, you sway slightly, only to feel hands steady you from behind, resting against each side of your hips. You turn your head slightly back to see Jake’s face in the pulsating lights of the club you both are in, his features flushed with as much excitement as yours.

“Four,” you yell again with the crowd, mostly young, college aged students like both yourselves and your friends.

“Three,” the crowd is now vibrating with excitement, and your heart thumps in your chest.

“Two,” you yell, the noise level of the crowd close to reaching its crescendo.

“One,” you all but scream, your back pressing itself into Jake’s chest as the crowd shifts with excitement.

“Happy new year!” The DJ roars, his voice pulsating over the sound system, as the crowd explodes, the club plunging into a strange, upbeat remix of Auld Lang Syne, as the strobe lights in the club flicker matching the crazed excitement of the now screaming crowd. You feel your group of friends surrounding you yell, while jumping about. The pair of hands on your waist spin you around, and you find yourself staring into a pair of familiar, excited green eyes.

“Happy new year,” Jake yells, and all you can do is throw your arms around his neck, adrenaline pulsing through your veins.

“Happy new year Jakey,” you yell, lips beside his ear. Jake’s arms only tighten around your waist, your body flush against his as the crowd jostles the both of you.

Three

It is, one of the stranger new years you and Jake have had together. You are with Dan, and Jake is well, with someone of his own - you wouldn’t call this so much of a relationship, but it wasn’t nothing either. Jake and her had both been in town over Christmas, and had decided to stay through to the first week of the new year.

You had offered Jake and his friend the guest room in your apartment, and they had accepted - because where else did Jake stay when he was in town and you were - but the whole situation, for some reason you couldn’t really place a finger on, frankly, felt slightly bizarre, with you, Jake, Dan, and her under one roof.

Naturally, with Jake being in town, you both had agreed that each of your (and your respective partner’s by association) new years had to be spent together. So here the four of you were, mingling in the crowd of a fancy cocktail bar that some of Dan’s friends had booked out, waiting to ring in the new year.

“What are we all wishing for in the new year?” A friend of Dan asks conversationally around the table which you are all gathered.

“Maybe a ring?” Another one of Dan’s friends supplies, while waggling an eyebrow at both you and Dan.

“Sounds like a good plan,” Dan laughs, winking at you, while pulling you into his side. You oblige him, despite the uncomfortable prickle on the back of your neck from what you just know, is Jake’s gaze on you.

“Hey look, they are starting the countdown,” Jake’s friend squeals, as she points towards the screen, which is now broadcasting a live feed of the countdown from Times Square. All eyes turn towards the screen, as the crowd in the bar quietens, while the volume accompanying the picture feed on screen grows louder.

The ten seconds this particular year, you find, are the most agonising ten seconds of your life. Dan’s arm which is around you, suddenly feels clunky and unnatural, and your neck continues to prickle uncomfortable with Jake behind you, as if his gaze is boring into the back of your skull. You can hear his friend’s voice babbling in excitement, but her words not registering in your brain.

The clock strikes twelves, and cheers erupt in the bar. You hear the muffled sound of fireworks outside going off in a distance, as Dan tugs you in for a kiss. His lips feel a tad too wet today, you don’t know why, and by the time you pull away and turn your head to seek out Jake as you always do each new year, you find him lip locked with his friend.

-

You shut your room door quietly behind you, fingers working to pull up the zipper of your jacket, as you creep quietly towards the kitchen of your apartment. At 930am, it is by no means all too early for a normal day, but for new years day, with most of the city still passed out from the celebrations of the night before, it is.

“Hey,” the voice that greets you as you step into your kitchen doesn’t surprise you, because of course, Jake is already awake, cheeks flushed pink, hair tousled from the wind of his morning run.

“Hi,” you say simply, the both of you locking gazes with each other, “I was going to pick breakfast up for everyone,” you say and Jake nods, not even questioning why you, out of all people, were up so early - as if he knew that you couldn’t sleep, didn’t sleep well the night before.

“I’ll come with,” he says and you nod. You both move quietly in sync, grabbing your coats, slipping your feet into shoes and closing the door behind you. You both don’t speak to each other, moving down the hallway, stepping into the lift and out of the building in silence.

It isn’t until you have both walked for four silent minutes away from your building that Jake speaks first.

“In keeping with tradition,” he begins, only for you to cut hjm off.

“Happy new year Jakey,” you say, both of you stopping in step to look at each other. It earns you a smile, a true Jake smile.

“Happy new year,” he says, as he extends his arms slightly, just almost hesitantly, and you step forward, nearly throwing yourself into the familiar embrace of the friend you had known for so many years now.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Jake laughs, but he squeezes you back, and somehow - just somehow, in that moment, you both feel an invisible tension melt away.

Four

You are at a small gathering with friends at Annie’s, nothing crazy, just good food, good wine, and good conversation. The room is buzzing with the pre countdown excitement that hits in the five to ten minutes before the clock strikes twelve when you feel it, the vibration in your pocket. You pull your phone out, all while still holding your conversation with Annie, but the moment your eyes go to the screen, you feel it, the slight upturn in the corners of your lips.

“The best friend calls,” Annie exclaims with a waggle of her brows and you can only roll your eyes at her. “Go,” she says, waving you off, and you throw her an apologetic grin, before setting your wine glass down, and slinking away towards the guest room Annie had designated as yours for the night. You throw a glance back, to see her move on easily to insert herself into conversation with another group, and you shut the door behind you as you answer the call.

“I was just wondering to myself if you were already passed out for the night,” Jake’s drawl greets you, crackling over the phone line the moment you answer his call.

“No, just contemplating if I should pick up the phone,” you counter back, teasing, and you hear his bark of laughter in response.

“How’s the party?” Jake asks. He had been informed of your plans for the night, a party at a work friend’s house - Annie, even though he hadn’t met her yet; just as you had been informed of his - ringing in the new year at base for the year.

“It’s alright,” you say with a shrug of your shoulders as you let yourself flop back down onto the bed, phone to your ear, gazed fixed on the ceiling above.

“Not having fun because I’m not there?”

“Or having more fun because you aren’t here?” You wonder, only for Jake to snort dismissively over the phone.

“Twice in one night, straight to the heart,” he says in mock hurt, and this time it is your turn to laugh.

“You know I’m kidding Jakey,” your voice is light, your age old nickname for him flowing off your tongue easily. It makes Jake smile on his end of the phone, face splitting into the most joyous it had been in recent times - since the time he last saw you in real life if he were being honest.

“Remember the time we rang in the new year stuck in the car on the highway?” He asks, as both your minds race back to that one year, where a closed road had resulted in you both and a few other friends not making it in time to your designated venue for the night.

“How could I forget,” you say, pulling a face, “the amount of people that decided their horns were the best way to celebrate in that moment is a sound not easily forgotten.”

“It only felt so bad to you because you drank too much,” Jake says, and you feel yourself stick out your bottom lip in protest even though he can’t see you over the phone. Jake had been the only fully sober one that night because he had volunteered to be the designated driver of the night.

“Next time you drink a bit too much I’ll make sure you get to enjoy a similar symphony of horns,” you say indignantly, while rolling yourself onto your front.

Your eyes catch sight of the bedside digital clock, to see the seconds tick slowly towards midnight. You begin a mental countdown in your head, five, four, three, two, one, lips parting to wish Jake who is three hours behind a happy new year, only to have your attempt thwarted.

“Happy new year darlin,” he says, even before you are able to get your words out. You think about protesting, because you were going to wish him first, seeing as how it wasn’t even the new year yet for him, but you flop back onto your back, smile on your features, opting instead for four simple words because something about him managing to wish you first, something about him always being there and in step with you, even for something as silly and simple as this, made your brain fuzzy and heart warm.

“Happy new year Jakey.”

Five

You are both sitting on the couch in, legs tangled together under the throw covering the bottom half of your bodies. Jake’s arm is around you, and you are snuggled up against the side of his body, your eyes both fixed on the television in front of you, ready for the clock to strike midnight.

You had both weighed your options this new year, opting instead - for your first new year as an actual, official couple, to spend it together, at home, just the both of you. It was a choice that some people might have found terribly unexciting, but something which, to the both of you, felt strangely right for the year.

The hands of the clock move, aligning themselves together, and you feel warm, familiar hands cupping your jaw, gently turning your face to Jake.

“Happy new year,” he says, quietly, eyes shining, lips in a smile.

“Happy new year Jakey,” you breathe out right before your lips meet his.

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Because we all love protective dad!Loki... Here, have a small drabble. 😁 The idea just came into my mind and I thought it would be very sweet - and funny. 😊

Ella

"Alright, guys! Are we ready to go?" Tony's voice echoed over the landing place of the Quinjet. He was dressed in his suit, ready for the upcoming mission. When he reached the small group of Avengers, which were going to join him, he started to frown - what nobody else could see, of course. Tony had counted three people, not four. Clint was there, alongside Scott and Peter, but yes... Somebody was missing. The billionaire rolled annoyed his eyes. "Where's Reindeer Games?" Clint shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I didn't see him this morning." The other agreed. "Me too, Mr. Stark." "No idea." An annoyed groan left Tony's lips. "Thumbelina, Spider-Boy, go get him, please. Thank you." With those words he marched to the Quinjet, Clint following him. "Come on, Peter." Scott and Peter made their way back inside the compound and towards the apartment of Loki and Y/N. Scott knocked. Gently at first, but when he got no answer, he banged his fist harder against the door. "Loki?! Where are you?! We are all waiting for-" Lang got cut off, as the door in front of him got ripped open. "Shhh!" Loki hissed at the men in front of him aggressively. He was wearing nothing but grey sweatpants, hanging low on his hips. Loki's raven hair was tugged back behind his ears, revealing his sharp cheekbones and jawline. The reason why he was shirtless? He had cradled Ella - his three-month-old daughter against his chest. The baby girl wore a pink onesie, her chubby legs neatly pressed against her father's ribcage. Ella's small palms rested on Loki's pec's, holding on for dear life, as she slept peacefully. Now and then a few coos left her tiny lips. The God had one hand underneath her bottom, the other was supporting her head - on which were tufts of black, curly hair. Clearly her father's. "Ella has just fallen asleep, after hours of whimpering and crying - and then you two pathetic wannabe insects decide to almost break down the door! What do you want?!" Loki was clearly not amused. Both, Scott and Peter swallowed, didn't expect this to happen. "T-Tony sent us to, uh, look where you are, b-because of the mission-" Loki cut off Scott again, didn't let him finish his sentence. "I don't care about that stupid mission. Y/N didn't sleep properly for the last two nights. She is nurturing our baby and if she wants to continue that, she needs to rest. Meaning, I am on dad duty today - which is, by far more important than rescuing cats from trees. Now if you would excuse me? I have a baby to tend to." Before Scott or Peter could answer anything, the door got slammed (gently) shut in front of their faces.

To hear her father's rather loud voice, ripped Ella almost from her deep slumber, a few soft whines leaving her lips, as she rubbed her cheek against Loki's warm chest, on search for body contact. "Shh, baby girl. Everything's okay... Just two mortals being idiots." He rocked her gently, while making his way back towards the sofa. "Lokes?" A sleepy voice called behind him. The God spun around and saw Y/N standing in the doorway to their bedroom in her cute pyjama, rubbing her eyes. His heart clenched at the sight. Norns, how much he loved that woman. "Everythin' okay? I heard voices..." He quickly walked over to her, nodding. "Of course, darling." Loki pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. "N' Ella? She okay?" "Yes, love. Go back to sleep. I've got her." Y/N smiled tiredly. "Okay." With another kiss - this time on her lips, Loki sent his wife back to bed. Then he settled on the sofa, with his daughter, who was awake again, probably because she heard her mama's voice. He placed the infant on his chest with both hands on her back to steady her and keeping her from falling. "Therefore that mama is back asleep, what are we two going to do now, Princess? Taking a nap as well?" He spoke softly to the baby. Ella looked up at her father, big blue eyes meeting his, sending a wave of love and happiness through the God. Yes... This was the happiest he had ever been.

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#loki x reader #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x y/n #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston characters

[arohuacheng]

god the way that lang qianqiu looked this episode when he was listening to xie lian insist that he was the one responsible. xie lian's steady, reasonable voice. lang qianqiu's deep breath of reassurance. he thinks he's a murderer and a traitor but he still listens to him as if he's his teacher after all these years...

#talking #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #lang qianqiu #xie lian

[cable-knit-sweater]

Masterlist | cable-knit-sweater | R4005 | for @stuckybingo round 4

A Blackout 🥳!! I wrote almost 70k, with 12 one-shots & 4 multi-chapter fics and created 2 moodboards for this bingo. I absolutely loved my card & how inspiring it was and I had so much fun with it! You can find my fills below 💙

Square Filled: B1 - Experiment | Love Language | stucky, T, 2330 words

Square Filled: B2 - Adopting a Pet | Cat Calls | stucky, T, 4819 words

Square Filled: B3 - Stark Expo | “Have you heard?” | stucky, T, 1064 words

Square Filled: B4 - Carol Danvers | Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 6) | stucky, E, 3836 words

Square Filled: B5 - AU: Detectives | Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 1) | stucky, E, 4072 words

Square Filled: I1 - AU: Wings | Heaven's in your eyes | stucky, T, moodboard

Square Filled: I2 - Writing Format: Episodic Narrative | Accidents Don't Just Happen Accidentally | stucky, T, 3812 words

Square Filled: I3 - Clint’s Farm | Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 11) | stucky, E, 2218 words

Square Filled: I4 - Team Dad | Steady as the stars in the woods | stucky, T, 1929 words

Square Filled: Adoptable for I5 - Kink: Sexting | Tell Me I’m Your National Anthem (chapter 2) | stucky, T, 959 words

Square Filled: N1 - Minor Injuries | Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 5 ) | stucky, E, 3950 words

Square Filled: N2 - Scott Lang | "I hate you" - "I love you" | stucky, M, 1670 words

Square Filled: N3 - Free Space | How About Love? (Chapter 2) | stucky, T, 21815

Square Filled: N4 - Looking After Each Other | Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 4 ) | stucky, E, 4058 words

Square Filled: N5 - AU: Model/Photographer | When you’re close up, give me the shivers | stucky, T, 1453 words

Square Filled: G1 - Dorito | Taste It | stucky, T, 981 words

Square Filled: G2 - “I read about you in a museum” | I do. | stucky, T, moodboard + 981 words

Square Filled: Adoptable for G3 - Kink: Friends With Benefits | I’ve got a lot to pine about | stucky, M, 6113 words

Square Filled: G4 - AU: Mythical Creatures | Not a Ghost (Chapter 1) | stucky, T, 2743 words

Square Filled: G5 - Dr. Abraham Erskine | Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 9) | stucky, E, 3918 words

Square Filled: O1 - First Date | How About Love? (Chapter 3) | stucky, T, 2446 words

Square Filled: O2 - AU: Shrinkyclinks | J.B.B, S.O.S (stuck on stupid) | stucky, T, 2962 words

Square Filled: O3 - Patriot | Red, White & Blue | stucky, M, 3557 words

Square Filled: O4 - Amnesia/Memory Loss | Not a Ghost (Chapter 2) | stucky, T, 3063 words

Square Filled: O5 - Stargazing | stars shining bright above you | stucky, T, 3329 words

#maya tries to write #stuckybingo #stucky bingo round 4 #stucky fics #masterlist #steve x bucky

[hualianff]

Need double identity Hua Cheng who is married to the love of his life.

One night, while they’re laying in bed, Hua Cheng asks if Xie Lian would still love him if he had been lying about his true identity.

Xie Lian shifts in the dark, and one of his hands gently pets Hua Cheng’s hair.

���What do you mean?” He asks. Hua Cheng is quiet for a moment before answering.

“What if…I was someone like…Black Water?”

Xie Lian breaks into light-hearted giggles, a sound that always brings Hua Cheng great joy.

“Like the crime lord? San Lang, give me a break-“

“Gege, I’m serious, what if I wasn’t who I said I was, a-and-“

-and living a secret double life besides being a simple engineer? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“…hn.”

The moment Xie Lian says it out loud, Hua Cheng’s blood runs cold, and he realizes just how terrified he is of his husband knowing the full truth.

Despite his hammering heart, Hua Cheng forces his breathing to remain even.

There’s a long period of silence where neither of them speak. Hua Cheng is in the middle of kicking himself for bringing the topic up in the first place when Xie Lian interjects.

“Well. Are you?”

Hua Cheng innocently smushes his face into Xie Lian’s neck.

“No.”

Xie Lian sighs, fingers now fiddling with Hua Cheng’s earlobe.

“San Lang, you’re being silly, stressing yourself out thinking about a scenario that doesn’t exist.”

Instead of replying, Hua Cheng blows a raspberry against Xie Lian’s skin. Xie Lian chuckles again, amused.

“All right, let’s sleep. We can talk about this more in the morning if you want,” Xie Lian says, breaking off into a yawn towards the end of his sentence.

Hua Cheng merely grunts. He relaxes his body against his husband’s. They lay together like two lazy cats, all tangled legs and soft breaths. Hua Cheng wouldn’t trade this for the world, nor would he do anything to risk his beloved’s safety.

Which includes keeping his work life separate from his home life.

Like the angel he is, Xie Lian presses a reassuring kiss to Hua Cheng’s hair.

“And if it makes you feel better, even if you were living a secret double life where you’re a- I don’t think- some sort of ruthless crime boss, running around the city, leading a gang, I’m sure I would know,” he murmurs with a tone of finality.

Xie Lian quickly falls asleep after that. Hua Cheng can feel Xie Lian’s steady pulse thump from where his lips rest against Xie Lian’s neck - a rhythm Hua Cheng would die to protect.

It’s safe to say, with secrets that could shatter his reality as he knows it, Hua Cheng barely sleeps a wink that night.

#tgcf #heaven official’s blessing #hualian #hualian au #cerdrabbles #hua cheng #xie lian #modern au #prompt

[cannebady]

Also posted on AO3.

Ed's happy, really properly happy for maybe the first time in his life. It's like getting whiplash, honestly. It feels like seconds ago that he was watching Stede live out his pirate fantasy, experiencing it through tunnel vision. He'd been so sure, when he was watching a bunch of assholes pour liquor down Stede's throat at Spanish Jackie's, that it was the real beginning of the end, that he never really stopped to think what would happen if he asked Stede to stay.

Getting the Inn up and running has been a challenge. When he was coming up as Blackbeard, there'd been a roadmap for success written by the greats, a lifetime of misery to kindle the fire of his anger, and steady, ruthlessly pragmatic Izzy Hands to guide him. This time, he had only his ideas, Stede's indefatigable optimism, and the bittersweet memory of Izzy's, "Just be Ed," to shepherd him through.

Granted, that's quite a lot to go on really. Much more than most people get.

Their Inn by the Sea is open and operating relatively smoothly, and against all odds, Ed ends each night in his warm bed, with a full belly, entwined with the love of his life; and while he misses Izzy and the crew something fierce sometimes, he loves the life he and Stede have carved out for themselves.

That doesn't mean that he isn't stalked by the black dog these days. His black moods have been a tumultuous companion since childhood and no amount of warmth and food and orgasms are going to take it away entirely (though the Inn is always quite warm, and the food is excellent and the orgasms - those are next level).

Sometimes, in the small hours of the morning when sleep won't take him, the guilt and the night terrors and the self-hates start to overwhelm him. Stede is always willing to coax him through with soft touches and softer words, but Stede, who's proven to be quite the jack-of-all-trades when it comes to innkeeping, needs his rest and Ed needs to be able to bring himself back. He wants to be able to bring himself back. He wants to know that no matter what happens, he won't relapse into the Kraken.

So, when his skin starts to feel too small for the horrors his mind's held onto, Ed walks. He's come to know the beach like the back of his hand. He's explored caves and tide pools, knows all the best coves for fishing and where to find the most succulent crabs and shrimp, and on one memorable occasion, found a collection of bottles with something in them.

He'd had a nightmare, the morning he first found them. It was a recurring one, where he can stop watching Izzy die in his arms, but, to add insult to injury, instead of Richard Banes having pulled the trigger, he finds the gun in his own hand. So he goes and talks to Izzy (he kept him close, he thinks Izzy would forgiven him all things considered) and apologizes for the three-hundredth time that he didn't love him as good as he could've, and then he walks along the water line for hours. As the sun had started to peak over the horizon, he'd been about to turn back, looking forward to crawling back into bed and into Stede's arms in the home he's made for himself, but the sun glints off of the collection of bottles on the sand just right and Ed's drawn in like a moth to flame.

There's dozens of them and Ed first thinks that, maybe, he'd missed a bit of a shindig when he realizes that he recognizes those bottles.

Another memory, shrouded in soul-deep fear, kicks up as he recalls his knife in the shoulder of a British officer and his hand around another's neck while he read words of love and devotion to unlock his blocked up heart; finally rearranged him into a set of needs and wants and desires that fit.

Stede had said that he wrote him letters. Letters in bottles thrown into the sea, every morning. It would stand to reason that they'd end up here.

So now, when Ed's storm rolls in and he feels like he's being drawn under, he goes to this spot and selects a random bottle. Some letters contain Stede's hallmark flowery language as he pours his heart out to Ed in the months of their separation. Some are more lie diary entries with Ed as the intended audience, just Stede rambling about the things he did and the people he met. It's comforting to know that Stede thought of him so often (thought of him always).

Either way, it reminds Ed that even when he was at his worst, his most monstrous, someone was waiting for him. Even when he was in the gravy basket, arguing with himself about the pros and cons of life or death, someone was with him, wanted him, loved him anyway.

He doesn't tell Stede about the bottles, because he doesn't need to. He thinks, somehow, Stede knows (Stede also walks sometimes, it stands to reason he may have found the same spot and left it there for Ed - Stede would do that).

When Ed comes in with the dawn, smelling of salt and sea air and look a bit worse for the wear, and he curls up around the heart that lives outside of his body and breathes deep to remind himself of the here and now. On these mornings (or evenings - depression doesn't keep to a convenient schedule), Stede will blink his hazel eyes and give Ed a small smile, imbued with their specific brand of love, whisper, "Good morning, my love," and pull Ed right in. Like he belongs here. Like Stede carved out a space next to him in Ed's shape that's unmovable, permanent, ever-present.

After years of a half life, Ed Teach finally gets to be loved and gets to love in return. What a gift.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 #edward teach #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #izzy hands #ofmd season 2 #ofmd fic #my fic