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cherrychilli · 4 months

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Steve Harrington x AFAB reader, grumpy dom! Steve, established relationship, PIV sex, car sex

A/N: I haven't written for Steve in a minute so I pulled this out of the wip vault and dusted it off.

The time to back out had passed.

Steve knew he couldn't disappoint the whole group now when it had already been decided that he would drive them out to the lake that Saturday afternoon. With Eddie's license suspended and Jonathan's car in the shop, there was no other option.

For someone who, on a regular day, looks golden in every possible way under a perfect cerulean sky, he stuck out like a storm cloud today.

Steve sat out on the dock with his shades on to shield his annoyed squint and a soda pressed to his lips to conceal his scowl, wishing it was a beer instead.

Those of you who weren't driving picked frosty bottles out of the cooler Eddie had stocked for the outing, bottle caps coming loose with a pop, the nutty aroma of grain and barley fizzing into the wind. It was more than a little amusing to you as you eyed Steve from over your beer, watching the poor boy stew.

On the surface you appear oblivious but you're well aware that your boyfriend's eyes are trained on you too, a heated, razor sharp stare behind those reflective lenses.

His simmering displeasure goes unnoticed by the rest of the group but when you start to strip down to your swimsuit with the others and head for the water it's only a matter of moments before they notice one less member wading in the water with them.

Inevitably, what he'd been dreading begins and he has to deal with it all day. Everyone takes turns asking Steve why he isn't getting in the water with them and each time he's forced to mutter out some vague excuse that only lifts more eyebrows.

It's obvious to everyone that he's hiding something and the stubborn way he tries to refute is comically adorable. Some lighthearted teasing ensues and you can almost see the steam rising off his skin.

Robin gets the ball rolling with a quip about him spending too much time on his hair to risk getting it wet. Eddie joins in on the teasing too. Nancy and Jonathan are too polite to add to it but they laugh off to the side and try to suppress their giggles all the same.

None of it is cruel. it's all harmless, well meaning fun between friends and it's all the more enjoyable for you because you're the only one who knows the real reason why Steve wont just peel off his shirt and get in the water.

If he did, then your friends would get to see the result of all your hard work last night. They'd see the messy, lengthy scarlet scratches that rawed the skin all down his back, the half moon indents turning violet on his triceps and shoulders and the many hickeys like splashes of merlot you sucked onto his chest and his stomach.

You've got a few marks on you as well but you're saved from suffering the same torment as Steve thanks to your waterproof concealer. He endures it all, forcing the occasional dry, humorless laugh until the sun begins to wind down and the rest of you towel off before lugging your belongings back to his car under a cotton candy sky.

It's a little snug inside the BMW but you make it work. You buckle yourself in the front seat and the others pile into the back. Nancy finds room in Jonathan's lap while Eddie's somehow been strong armed into the middle by Robin so she can have the window seat. He doesn't concede quietly and the resultant commotion in the back is enough to distract the backseat occupants from noticing the tension between you and Steve. Well, more so the tension that's emanating from Steve because you look no more unbothered than you had all day, humming to yourself inconspicuously. Waiting patiently.

Nancy and Jonathan are the first to be dropped off. Next is Eddie, and then Robin. You wave goodbye to her as Steve slowly presses down on the accelerator to begin the journey to your apartment, twenty minutes of being alone together starting now.

"You really put me through it today", he spoke, breaking the moment long silence.

Your lips form a pleased smile as you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. It was obvious where all of this was heading but riling him up was part of the fun and you didn't want it to end just yet. You wanted a little more before it's all teeth and ripped clothes when he gets you inside your apartment.

"I didn't make them say all those things, Stevie sweetie", you turn your head towards him and bat your lashes, the illusion of sweetness thick on your features.

His eyes stay fixed on the road, the vein near his temple more noticeable now. "You wore it on purpose, didn't you?", he sidesteps your comment like you hadn't even said it at all.

This time when you blink at him it's with confusion. "Don't play dumb, baby", he warns you with a laugh so mirthless that it draws a shiver out of you. "Oh..", you utter when you realize that he's referring to your strappy yellow bikini. The one he really really liked, because he made you keep it on all throughout riding him on on his sun lounger the last time you went over to swim in his pool. Not that you did much swimming in the end.

You'd been so wrapped up in all the teasing and what hid beneath the layers of his clothes that you'd paid little attention to what you'd been wearing all day.

"Wasn't bad enough that I had to deal with the others today. You had me fighting off a fucking hard on top of it all too."

Your gaze instantly drops to his lap. By the looks of the thick imprint of his cock underneath his jeans he seemed to be done fighting it off.

The car slows into a turn and you realize that you don't recognize your surroundings, much more greenery around than what you're familiar with. You'd had your eyes off the road long enough for him to divert from the route to your house, detouring off a backroad and into an unfamiliar clearing thickly nestled by trees and forestry.

You bite down on your lip to stem the grin that threatens to erupt on your face. This was much better than you'd been hoping for and happening much faster than you could stand to wait.

Pulling into the isolated space, he cuts the engine, car going completely still. "Come here", but he's already pulling you with forceful a hand curled around the back of your neck before you have a chance of following through yourself. It's ungainly how you fumble with unbuckling your seatbelt as it presses uncomfortably against your chest but you manage to unfasten it, leaning further over the console to get closer to him.

You whine when he latches onto your neck, sucking at the skin there not at all gently. If the taste of lake water and sunscreen still lingered on your skin, he showed no sign of it. At least not any sign of disliking it as his tongue licked over your skin and his teeth dragged close to your pulse. When he pulls away you can feel the wet warmth of the fresh hickey blooming on your skin and your heart beating in time with the subtle throbbing there.

It wasn't hard to imagine what it looked like. Deep and dark and reminder of who you belong to. "You're not covering it up this time, understand?", he tells you and you nod. As if you'd want to hide it.

He leans over you then and you retract into your seat to make room for him, back pressed firmly against leather. Steve's intention becomes clear when he pulls at the lever to adjust your seat. You squeak when it reclines abruptly and he climbs over you to push it all the way down.

"Get these off. Now", he orders you, not unkind but firm, pulling at the hem of your damp t-shirt and the waistband of your shorts. He's impatient but so are you, wiggling around and maneuvering your limbs messily underneath him as he helps you to peel the clothing off.

You manage to toe you shoes off as well, elbows and knees bumping Steve and parts of the interior until you're left in just your bikini. The frantic rush suddenly halts and things slow down when he runs a finger down your sternum until he reaches the little strap just below your breasts, hooking his finger into it. " 'Played dirty all day, didn't you honey? had your fun while I all I could do was sit back and watch?", he tugged, the bottom curve of your breasts becoming visible as the material slips.

"Couldn't help it", you breathe out, hands sliding up his biceps. " I like it when you get mean", you confessed softly, eyes all big and glossy and wanting. He laughs, hair falling over his forehead. "I know, baby. Gonna take my time getting back at you". He's done with the gentle interval, yanking your bikini down to expose your tits. You yelp, not because it was unexpected but because he'd done it a little harder than you had expected. A welcome roughness that made your core feel sticky.

He's all over you, weight pressing down on you as you writhe under him, gasping as he marks you up. More fresh bruises to match the one on your neck are peppered across your breasts first before his lips trail hot on your stomach and then your hips and your thighs. The noises he's forcing out of you are needy and pathetic, high pitched, breathy whimpers and mewling cries of his name all tumble from your lips until he pulls away to look over his work.

You're left panting as he appraises you, eyes raking all over in search of more space to fit another hickey or two. "Never looked better, babe", he sits back on his knees, grinning happily. "On second thought...", he grips your waist, encouraging you to turn around and get on your knees. You scramble to get into position, pulling loose the knot on your bikini top and tossing it towards the back seat so that it no longer hangs limply on you in a tangled mess. You grab at the headrest, bare tits pressing against leather as you arch your back for him and present your ass. "Now you've never looked better", he scoffs, open palm landing on your left cheek with a swift slap.

"Shit! please just fuck me already, Steve", you whine, beyond the point of playing dumb and coy.

He pulls your bottoms to the side, thumb brushing against your soaking entrance as he lets out a low whistle. It's a little strange being almost completely nude in his car like this. You usually had a little more clothing bunched around you on the off chance the rocking vehicle might attract any passersby's attention. It makes you feel that much more vulnerable. Hidden but still technically in public. Still at risk of being discovered.

It's all so terribly exciting.

The distinct jangle of his belt being undone makes your spine tingle and the crude sound of him spitting onto his palm before he tugs on his cock a makes you clench.

"Not gonna go easy on you", he warns, catching your eye when you look back at him over your shoulder.

"I can take it", you challenge him and you can tell by the way the corner of his mouth twitches against the smirk he's trying to force away that he liked it.

He places one hand on your hip and the other on the foggy window pressing his cock into you in one slow thrust.

"That's my girl"

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The next day you anticipate Robin's reaction when she pretends to barf at the sight of the hickeys on your neck and you giggle, amused because you know never to take it seriously.

Eddie's slower to notice because the first thing he does is climb into the back seat of Steve's car after it's been parked, claiming to have dropped his lighter there yesterday.

"Did you find it?", Steve calls out behind him when he joins you and Robin as you get ready to head into a nearby burger joint for lunch.

There's a suspicious pause and some rustling before he finally yells out an answer.

"Nope! Found something better though"

Kicking open the door, Eddie barrels out with your bikini top sloppily thrown on over his shirt, batting his lashes at Steve like some kind of parody of a lovestruck cartoon.

You're too entertained by it to be embarrassed though you can't say the same for Steve who's turned completely red, placing a hand over your mouth as you snicker.

Puckering his lips, the metalhead makes eyes at your boyfriend and you double over with laughter while Robin rolls here eyes and makes her way inside, having had her fill of Eddie's theatrics.

"Come on big boy, fancy another round in the back seat?"

#steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader

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wintertimestoryteller · 9 months

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Vermeil Adoration

Fierce Deity x Implied Deity Reader (can be Linked Universe or not) Drabble

Me, working on Act IIII and Act V of the LU Fairy Tale Collection: Alright so if we do this with slightly more sleep on us and figure a few things out for First I think it should be good to go-

Also Me: *remembers that because of the nature of the Fairy Tale Collection FD will be missing, is immediately assaulted with an idea, sighs, opening up a new WIP* You know what I'll come back to that, I can't not write for him if he's going to be left out.

For the FD Simps/lovers plus myself as I work on the Fairytale Collection, want to post two chapters at once and also crosspost on Ao3 plus life's been busy, apologies for the delay.

You were created from the breath of life itself.

You are the divinity found in the howling of winds cutting through the woods, the snarling of lightning down to the earth, attempting to touch something it may not have and scorch it so deeply new growth would flourish in a maddened frenzy, the sunlight kissing the ice tenderly though it may never do more than bring the crystalizing to shine, tears dripping knowingly from it's cold gaze as the water turns to rain, watering the land in it's unknowable grief in the closest way it could ever touch the sun in the sky. The joyful sound of wolves singing the moon's beauty with their howls, the birds merrily carrying the melody ever onwards so the sun may also partake of it, gleeful frolicking of fawns and foals discovering the world that the Golden Three left in their wake, the symphony of every animal and nature itself at it's finest.

You look at life itself and find divinity in everything.

So by the nature Farore so lovingly made sure you'd have, one would think you and the one hylians, hyruleans and beasts had dubbed 'The Fierce Deity' would never be able to coexist.

You've heard the one's watched over by your sister in divinity, ever watchful time herself with her diamond wings and gaze who pierced to the end of eternity itself with Nayru's patience whisper in primal terror and avarice drenched loathing about him to the trees in every corner of the land, heard beasts under the watch of death and rot himself curse his name to the winds and rain with as much ferocity and fury induced fear as the restless whispers of those denied existence, your brother in eternity with his shell of obsidian and the flames of Din's desire of consumption ever burning in his gaze daring not cross where the ivory and jade forged spirit passed. And of the horror and wonderment of your wild beings as they've hissed and howled and growled and screeched to the flowers and stones of nature.

A man like the hunt itself, divine without the vermeil breath of the primordial ones. The unrelenting slash of the blizzard gales in winter against any unfortunate to stand in their way, leaving the cold emptiness and silence behind, stealing the air from the lungs of living beings like the ocean for those unfortunate enough to fall with no sign of land. An ivory specter of death whom seemingly clawed himself from the void, an harbinger for the End with seemingly no rhyme or reason for those who he set his sights into, either to devour their divinity for himself or favor or bless.

A being like that should have been anathema to all you are and stand for. Or at least it's what anyone, including your divine sister and brother would reason.

Which is why you couldn't help but find it slightly comedic that the so called 'awful beast', capable of enacting such violence to consume divinity on a whim if tested. Was so very careful with you, head laid upon your lap in a rare moment of rest as you carefully weaved flowers into a crown.

You were curious, awfully so, like the foxes who roamed your woods in search of amusement and play, you just couldn't help yourself. You knew he was coming, how could you not, when the primal fear of living things echoed in the back of your mind, warning you as it warned animals of a bigger predator in the food chain? But you didn't run. Not in the face of narrowed, calculating pale eyes and alabaster hair and the scent of iron in the air, thick and old you couldn't mistake it for anything but blood and the marrow deep certainty of a lonsdaleite persistence.

Maybe you should of, in hindsight.

Instead you just blinked with evergreen curiosity, fascination bleeding from your lips before you could even think of stopping yourself, head tilted.

"My. Rumors are certainly exaggerated, you're beautiful."

The memory of his bewildered, flustered caution makes you smile a bit, as everything in between flowed naturally like spring petals on a breeze. You feel an armored hand on your cheek, so, so soft and careful, as if you were as fragile as a flower, and a calm, relaxed rumble of tourmaline lazy curiosity and aquamarine fondness, "Anything on your mind, my breath?"

You couldn't help your chuckle, emerald fondness running around the mosaic of your divinity as you gently run your hand through starlit hair, nuzzling the hand on your cheek and hoping to convey even half the warmth he gave you, "Reminiscing, worry not. Rest a bit more before you must go." You hear him sigh as you place the flower crown on his head, as pale as his hair, but as delicate as your sister in divinity's wings, threaded pthalo like the flame of his existence.

"... Must I? I was late this time, it's only proper I redeem myself for making you wait." He questions, reluctant and guilty in equal measure, fondness blooms over your lungs as you poke his nose, smiling bright, if dim as you answer him, "I'd dare not attempt to deny you your nature, I do not know what you hunt, what you're searching for. But it would be cruel to chain you."

The man many had dubbed 'Fierce Deity' nuzzles into your hand, nestling in close like a wolf over catch, you catch the hints of a frown on his face, "It's hardly chaining when I wish to stay, is it?"

Your breath almost is trapped in your lungs, but you shake yourself out of it, chuckling as you brush your lips over his markings, crimson affection as the carmine and lapis lazuli of his Hunt. The cheek of this man, for that's what you all are in the end, divinity or not, "Maybe not, though for all you rest here with me you still itch to run and hunt. Do you not, my dear warrior?"

The silence is only broken by the whispers of the leaves of the woods carried by the wind and the curious chirping of birds, his unwavering moonlit gaze giving away nothing. And it tells you enough.

You smile, brushing your noses together, spring breeze playful and sun warm, "If you're that worried, then just come back earlier, if you can. I'll have something new for you to look at, and I'll always wait. We have time."

In a flash, you find your positions reversed, your back and hair to the flowers and your wonderful, ever mischievous hunter above you, you yelp and you can't help but laugh before the sound is stolen by his lips. And he cradles your cheeky gently, so very kindly, and when he leans back he looks at you as if you're the first glimpse of water for a man in the desert, or the way a wolf longingly looks at the moon, and it cracks the phosphophylite of your soul and fills it with the gilded gold of emerald love, "... Thank you. I will not keep you waiting long again. I shall remain for now, though. The call can wait."

I love you. I want to stay with you.

"I know." Your hands gently thread through his hair, gleeful as you notice the rare curve of a smile as his cap lays abandoned in the glass, but your flower crown remains, "Be safe, when you do go. I'd be lovely if something happened."

I love you too.

He shakes his head, giving you an unimpressed look, "I cannot be harmed in any way that matters."

You fondly roll your eyes, pressing your index and middle finger to your lips, then touching it lightly against his own, he all but freezes. You refuse to allow him to distract you with admittedly charming affection, and you take the opportunity to tug him into your arms, shifting your positions so you can utilize him as a pillow, safer than you ever felt in your many eons of existence, more comfortable than the stars painting the canvas of the sky with their dance, "Promise me you'll be safe, and you can claim what's yours once you're back. For now I tire of your stubbornness."

You feel his chest rumble, maybe a laugh, maybe a purr or a growl, but he holds you close, steady and lovelier than even the world the goddesses created. "As you wish, my dearest blossom."

You both fall asleep to the songs of nature, you know he'll hunt again, you know he'll be gone soon like late night mist. But for now, a promise for an eternity of this, like how the mortals speak of, is enough.

#linked universe x reader #kinda?#Fierce Deity x Reader #FD x Reader #Deity Reader #or at least highly implied #for myself as a bit of a mental break so I can work on the Fairy Tale Collection properly lol #so apologies to anyone who finds it if it's not all that good or to your taste #contains gratuitous amounts of headcanons I have for FD on those sleepless hours #and a small apology for the FD enjoyers who won't find him in the Fairy Tale Collection #next story maybe

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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 3 months

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#. REQUEST GUIDELINES. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ I a list of guidelines on how to request from me !!

REQUESTS: CLOSED

ASKS: OPEN

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mdni. it goes without saying, but if you are under 18 or are an ageless blog, please do not request/send asks to me! i will delete requests from ageless blogs.

make sure requests are open before you send any in! if they are closed and you send a request, it will be automatically deleted!

please be patient with requests. i am a post-graduate student with a part-time job, and other side projects lined up. this is just a fun little thing for me to write some nsfw when i feel inspired, so i may get to requests pretty slowly.

requests are encouraged, but not promised! while i'll try my best to get to every request, i only write requests i feel like writing. if it's not up my alley, they will probably go unanswered, but please don't take it to heart!

please be specific when you do request, so i know what you want me to write! mention tropes, characters you want, and as many details as you like. don't hold back!

do NOT poke me on request/WIP status. again, some may go entirely unanswered if i don't feel like writing them; or generally, i may get to requests slowly. please understand that i will NOT entertain these messages. this is all free content, and i write because i want to! please have a little respect 🤍

please refer to this post for a general content guideline, and make sure you are comfortable with it, before you request!

tl;dr - i only write smut (nsfw) x-afab!reader fics, so please request within this guideline!!

please only request fandoms and/or characters specified here. if you request for ones that are not listed, your request will be deleted!

if the trope you want is not stated anywhere in this post, do feel free to ask nonetheless! there's a chance i might still give it a try, so shoot your shot! 💕

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nsfw tropes i will definitely write:

body worship

praise kink

soft dom/sub dynamics

somnophilia

edging/orgasm denial

unprotected sex

cum play/cum eating

creampie/breeding kink

cockwarming

food kink/food play

frottage/dry humping

sensory play

size kink

corruption kink

temperature play

pseudo-cest

exhibitionism

voyeurism

nsfw tropes i will NOT write:

pedophilia

age play

ddlg/ddlb/daddy/mommy kinks

rape/non-con

piss/scat

vomit

breath play

spanking

hard dom/sub dynamics

hard bondage

dacryphilia

A/B/O dynamics

secondary tropes i will definitely write:

fluff

hurt/comfort

hurt/no comfort

angst

sickfic

pining/yearning (one-sided, mutual)

sky/star/universe themes

ocean/water themes

fire themes

unrequited love

songfics

AUs: hanahaki, royal, coffeeshop, florist, academic, modern, magic, highschool, college

Dynamics: master/servant, royal/servant, doctor/patient, teacher/student, best friends to lovers, academic rivals to lovers, black cat/golden retriever, fell first/fell harder, star-crossed lovers, sun/moon

secondary tropes i will NOT write:

horror

gore

arranged/forced marrige or relationship

fandoms and characters i will write:

love & deepspace : xavier, rafayel, zayne, caleb, jeremiah

haikyuu : hinata, kenma, sugawara, shirabu, nishinoya, yaku, alisa, kiyoko, akaashi, kuroo, oikawa, kunimi

blue lock : chigiri, nagi, isagi

stray kids : felix, seungmin, hyunjin, han, lee know

tower of god : khun a.a., khun hachuling, baam, viole, hwaryun, endorsi, hatz, lauroe, hockney, yasratcha, garnak

bungou stray dogs : chuuya, dazai, atsushi, ranpo, nikolai

final fantasy 16 : joshua rosfield, clive rosfield, gav

lookism : johan seong

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#navigation #requests #request info #divider by mikeykuns #Spotify #love and deepspace smut #love & deepspace smut #haikyuu smut #tower of god smut #ff16 smut #stray kids smut #blue lock smut #bungou stray dogs smut

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wangxianficfinder · 1 year

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In the mood for...

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1. I'm in the mood for a fic where WWX leaving after the main events of the show goes badly. I've read Rotten Work (shanastoryteller) which was a fantastic example of this, but I crave more! There is no way WWX leaving with a donkey, an empty purse, a bolstered abandonment complex, and a barely-recovered reputation went well. Thank you for all that you do!! @kirk-spock-in-the-impala

the roots by thelastdboy (E, 17k, wangxian, major character death, graphic depictions of violence, post-canon, post-untamed, MDZS/CQL combination, transmigrator LWJ, dimension travel, time travel, parallel universes, desperation, WWX pov, LWJ pov, heavy angst, mental health issues, giref/mourning, abandonment, depression, suicidal thoughts, hurt/comfort, getting together, rogue cultivator WWX, WQ lives, found family, cottagegore, it gets worse before it gets better, WIP)

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

I Will Find You Again by Hidenka_chan101 (M, 19k, wangxian, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LJY, canon divergence, mentions of death, angst, crying, LWJ is a petty bitch, typical LQR, unsuppportive LXC, gusu lan junior dynamics, wangxian get happy ending, fever, tender loving care, some smut, WN flexing his healer knowledge, hurt/comfort) slightly AU but still has WWX going off on his own

like mayflies wandering Series by RoseThorne (M, 12k, NHS & WWX, wangxian, post-canon, assassination attempts, introspection, regret, travel, WWX pov, ghosts, reconciliation, exhaustion, pining, feelings realisation, illness, found family, hurt/comfort, emotional manipulation, manipulative NHS, friendship, qi deviation, resentful energy, WIP)

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) The series (and all their stuff) is great. It has a similar opening premise - in that jc kinda realizes wwx will never come back on his own and sorta tricks him back to lotus pier. Tho I don't think his traveling being unsafe was a primary motive, it'd work, and nhs is great, similar vibes to mayflies in a respect.

Story-Shaped by lingering_song (T, 13k, WangXian, NHS & WWX, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Inventor WWX, Found Family, Mentioned Character Death, Alcohol, Protective NHS, WangXian Endgame, Not JC Friendly, Not particularly gentry sects friendly overall tbh)

Judge Softly by Chrononautical (E, 32k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LQR & WWX, accidental voyeurism, non-consensual mind reading, oblivious WWX, bamf WWX, genius WWX, post-canon Fix-it, angst w happy ending, LQR tries)

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2. Hi!!!! Itm for fanfics where Jyl kills Wwx after the ambush of Quingqi pass.

regret by wqngji (Not rated, 8k, wangxian, JYL & WWX, canon divergence, canonical character death, temporary character death, fluff & angst, hurt WWX, hurt/comfort, past character death, JYL lives, domestic wangxian, golden core reveal, good sibling JC)

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3. Hi! Bit of a long shot but I just finished the bridgerton spin off on Netflix was wondering if there were any regal or royal wangxian fics❤️ @red-spacekitten

Half Agony, Half Hope by queenklu (T, 105k, WangXian, XiYao ChengQing, XuanLi, NieLan, Jane Austen Fusion, persuasion au, Pining, Broken Engagement, Secrets, Espionage, Child Injury, Terrible Parents (Madam Yu and JFM), Past Child Neglect)

My Sun One Early Morning Did Shine by tangerinechar (T, 4k, WangXian, Regency, Secret Relationship, Marriage Proposal, a very tiny bit of epistolary)

The Extremely Self-Indulgent and not at all Serious Pride and Prejudice AU Series by Suspicious_Popsicle (G, 16k, WangXian, Regency, Pride and Prejudice Fusion, Crossdressing, Pining)

Royalty AU Compilation

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4. Hello! I hope you're doing well.

It's an IITMF req : WangXian being murder husbands. Something like the series " You & Me Baby, We’ll Eclipse The Sun". Thank you for your time:) @utxqia

💖 The Way You Tremble by themunchking (E, 6k, wangxian, murder husbands, vampires, blood, violence, supernatural elements) perhaps not quite what you’re looking for but might enjoy still

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5. ITMF: Sentient sword spirits, spiritual tools, and all that's similar! Sentient spirits everywhere!!! (Yes, including the good ol' tiger tally if you have it)

there's the sentient sword comp But if you want specifically /just/ sentient objects, @/zeldacw has an absolute brilliant comic staring both Wangxian's swords AND instruments And then @/rmoonberry has some artistic depictions of sentient twins Yin Hu Fu

@/zeldacw seems to be this fandom’s originator of the Anthromorphic Weapons trope; those comics can be found under the tag 忘情隨塵 (WangQingSuiChen) and post on her Tumblr and on her Twitter @/zeldacw; inspired Kindred Spirits by EstelweNadia (Not Rated, 2k, WIP, Bìchén/Suíbiàn, Chénqíng/Wangji, Humor, Angst, Eventual Romance, Drama, Slow Build, Slow Burn) (from our Daemons / Sentient Sword Comp - Mod C)

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6. Hi! Hope everyone is well and thank you for your godly work as always! So for the next itmf I collected some requests:

A) WWX blurting out his feelings for Lan Zhan on accident/for example in a casual talk or something like that/bonus (great but not needed,everything is welcome): angsty because people don’t like him talking that much, exept for Lan Zhan of course

B) WWX showing of his swimming skills/maybe saving Lan Zhan from drowning/preferably not as an modern AU, but if that saving thing does happen there too I would be happy to try that out too

C) WWX being great with kids and Lan Zhan loving it, going to horny jail, whatever. But like, not just A-Yuan or the other Juniors but in general, maybe as a kindergartener or idk but u get what i mean hopefully.

D) WWX being genius in reading ppl, as in Sherlock Holmes Niveau

Thank you so much! @desperation-is-my-middle-name

6A)

spoke like we meant it by BlackWiresOnHerHead (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, 5+1, Fluff, oh my god they were roommates, Friends to Lovers, Getting TogetherP, ining, Cuddling, Accidental Confession, Humor, Abandonment Issues, Light Angst)

new phone, who's this? by uchiuchi (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Accidental Confession, Friends to Lovers)

6B)

Last Feather by Solmae (M, 33k, wangxian, canon au, drama & romance, mythical beings & creatures, fairy tale retellings, LWJ stays at the burial mounds, married wangxian, bottom LWJ) features a nearly drowned Lan Wangji saved by Wei Wuxian, though it's not the focus of the fic

6C)

🧡 paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3 (E, 53k, WangXian, Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Everyone Is Alive, Modern AU, Dadji, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Brief Alcohol Mention, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Accidentally co-parenting with your son’s art teacher, Fatherhood)

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7. ITMF Medical au which is not modern.

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8. I cannot find any wwx centric fic which is lwj bashing or not lwj friendly. I i see are jc centric or tian ah! Poor jc !! Kill wwx and lwj! No no please give me many many wwx fics which are lwj bashing/ lwj critical/ not lwj friendly.

Anon from #8 of recent ITMF post, yes I've searched already for lwj bashing tags and all the fics centre around jc. Honestly i don't mind reading wwx with others too. Suggest some?

我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 57k, WIP, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan) Has the asker tried the lwj bashing tag on Ao3 yet?

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9. ITMF wwx being in an abusive relationship like his husband is a wife beater.

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10. Hello hello! I’m finding myself curious if something has ever been explored so if you have an available spot l - I’m in the mood for a fic where JFM gets therapy (or mind healing) (modern or canon is fine).

Like - what is his deal? Why can’t he communicate with his wife and why are his children invisible to him? What would happen if he breaks these cycles and truly TRIES?

Thank you for all you do! @rogue-90-em

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11. hello lovely mods. an itmf request for competence kink wangxian please and thank you

You and me/Won't be unhappy by x_los (E, 22k, WangXian, Female WWX, Case Fic Aftermath of a Case, Gender Changes, Accidental Marriage, mentioned canon-typical domestic abuse, mentioned canon-typical sexual violence (implication of minors),(not depicted just discussed as possibility), First Kiss, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Politics, Horror, Murder Mystery, Road Trips, Bitchy LWJ, Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Always a Different Sex, Competence Kink, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Self-Sacrifice, Battle Couple, Episode 7)

My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio by x_los (T, 2k, WangXian, Case Fic, Modern with Magic, Competence Kink, Yiling Laozu)

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12. Hey, we've got two non specific fic quests for you! A) the first is focused on the juniors, specifically like sizhui embodying rules lawyering of wei ying and malicious compliance of lan zhan and just being the politest little bitch about things? B) the second; if there's any that are 3zun raising huaisang (preferably fluff/modern, but at this point we just need a starting point). Thanks!! @captainkaithr

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13. It's mermay, so I must ask for merfolk aus! (I'll also accept selkies)

oceans, drowned in starfire by stiltonbasket (T, 30k, WangXian, Modern AU, Novelist LWJ, Merman WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, (of the xiao-yu variety), Near Death Experiences, Family Secrets, Domestic Fluff, Happy Ending, The Little Mermaid Fusion, Inspired by Ponyo (2008) )

For #13 mermay request- I forget the title off the top of my head but it's on ao3. Jiaoren (mer) wwx gets trapped in a shallow stream, mistaken as a drowned fierce corpse, and stabbed by a Lan disciple on a group hunt. They feel bad and nurse him to health (carry him in bath tub) and he's immediately smitten with lz, and speaks broken human. There's another where lz is a cop? Modern au that busts a trafficking ring and rescues mer wwx and builds cool tank system in his house & adopt bby mer mxy (Haven't located these two yet ~Mod L) / I found the jiaoren mer-may fic I reccd. It's "Secrets of Yunmeng's Lotus Lakes" By Cy_anne on ao3. Its currently a restricted work? But its Spanish translation "Los Secretos de los Lagos de Loto de Yunmeng By Cy_anne" by VicoMejia733 can still be read on ao3 (I'm not fluent in Spanish but I'm like 90% sure this is it), "Something so precious" series by Elara_Moon on ao3 was the other one I reccd I'm pretty sure, the one where cop lz saves mer wwx from a trafficking ring

Secrets of Yunmeng's Lotus Lakes by Cy_an_Blue (M, 73k, WangXian, One-sided SS/WWX, A/B/O Dynamics, Omega WWX, Mermaid WWX, Cultivator LWJ, Younger WWX, Younger LWJ, teenage WWX, teenage LWJ, No War AU, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Falling In Love, Getting Together, Interspecies Romance, Interspecies Relationship(s), Interspecies Awkwardness, Injury Recovery, accidental injury, Accidental Stabbing, Cultivation Accidents, Near Death Experiences, waterborne abyss, Kidnapping, Non-Explicit Torture, Mentions of major injury, Fluff, Attempted Sexual Assault, Courtship, Courting Rituals, Los Secretos de los Lagos de Loto de Yunmeng By Cy_anne by VicoMejia733)

Something So Precious Series by Elara_Moon (T, 25k, WangXian, Modern AU, Romance, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Some dark themes like um, Slavery, but it's not super dark i promise, Police Officer LWJ, Merperson WWX, Established Relationship, Fluff, Light Angst, Minor Violence, Child Neglect, Minor Character Death, Mind Control, it's not as bad as some of those tags make it sound)

in the deepest depths by lazy_lousy_lizy_jane (T, 3k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Lighthouses, Selkies, Minor Violence, LWJ Has Feelings, Soft WangXian, bichen is a cat, heist (minor), Cisswap, Gender or Sex Swap)

One for Heaven and Earth by cerbykerby (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Supernatural Elements, Angst with a Happy Ending, Madam Lán Lives, inspired by wangxian selkie au, Getting Together)

Lanterns To Guide You Home by cuttlefeeeeeeeeesh (T, 7k, WangXian, Mutual Pining, Mythology, Selkie, Fisherman LWJ, Selkie WWX, Sorta Established Relationship, Fluff, Soft (tm), A touch of horny because this is wangxian)

never love an anchor by tardigradeschool (T, 31k, WangXian, Selkies, No Powers, Historical, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Pining, Angst, Happy Ending, The Inherent Eroticism of the Sea, PTSD, Presumed Dead, Drowning)

bring you home by Alasse_Irena (T, 27k, WangXian, Selkies, Modern with Magic, Pre-Slash)

brave new world by Quixiote (T, 33k, WIP, WangXian, Selkie AU, Modern with Magic)

Do not waste your pearls for me by moonwaif (G, 9k, WangXian, mermaid!LWJ, Fantasy AU, Trauma, Abuse, Healing, Unresolved Romantic Tension)

Frog, Beast, Fish, Idiot by Attila (T, 3k, WangXian, Fairy Tale, Dumbasses, Starring in:, The Frog Prince, Beauty and the Beast, The little mermaid)

you're a bird in the water / i'm a fish on the ground by plonk (Not Rated, 8k, WangXian, Merpeople, Canon Era)

A Drop of Water by Cat_Noir (T, 45k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mermaid AU, H2O: Just Add Water AU, Platonic Intimacy, Cuddles, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort)

The Pirate of Lotus Pier by antebunny (G, 55k, WangXian, LSZ & JL, JC & WWX, XuanLi, Pirates, Folklore, Fantasy, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Action/Adventure, Found Family, Angst, Misunderstandings, Secret Identity, Inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean, Miscommunication, Fairy Tale Elements, Soft Magic)

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14. I¨m in a mood for genius WWX fics from this year if possible ^^

there is no limited dimensions by Stratisphyre (M, 27k, WIP, WangXian, NieLan, MianQing, WN/Other(s), Star Trek Fusion, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Assumed Character Death, Minor Character Death, Tags on Each Chapter, references to non-con, references to canonical slavery, (The Orion Syndicate is just really bad okay?), bizarre space mpreg, Implied Future Pairings, Implied NHS/Others, POV Multiple, Accidental Child Acquisition, Found Family)

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15. Hiiiii! Itmf for a fic that's about other people's view on wangxian. Like outsiders pov on the relationship. Thanks

pay no attention to what’s behind the curtain by glitteringmoonlight (T, 7k, Emperor LWJ, Concubine WWX, Mutual Pining, only the bare bones of a plot, a little bit of outsider pov, Love Confessions, Happy Ending)

Everything’s growing in our garden by like_a_bird_that_flew (T, 3k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, Modern AU, Coming Out, Supportive big brother Xichen, Family Feels, Established Relationship, Xichen finds out on his own, meaning he finds photos of them kissing, Oops, referenced fear of homophobia/rejection, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Attempt at Humor)

looking through a window by glitteringmoonlight (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, POV Outsider, College/University, Fluff and Humor)

new messages from Lit 1011 by yellowcarnations (G,36k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Modern AU, POV Outsider)

pitfalls of greed by glitteringmoonlight (T, 3k, WangXian, POV Outsider, BAMF WWX, Kidnapping, Violence, YLLZ WWX, not exactly but the vibes are there, Post-Canon)

The Misunderstanding by kisahawklin (T, 9k, wangxian, modern, misunderstanding, outsider POV)

💙 Su She Eats his Heart Out by KizuKatana (T, 16k, WangXian, 3rd person pov, implied offscreen wangxian sex)

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16. Hello, I’m in a mood for your favorite fics of the month!

Jin Ling and Demonic Cultivation by ImNobody122 (Not rated, 8k, JC’s torture of demonic cultivators, aftermath of torture, serious injuries, angst, character study, not JC friendly, JL pov, child JL, JL is a brat, non-graphic violence, JC’s 13 years of serial killing, WWX’s terrible reputation)

A Sip of Chrysanthemum by Placeformysins (T, 127k, JGY/WWX) Itmf #16 - didn't actually read it this month but thought of it when read this ask. There is a jgy/wwx fic on ao3 (rarepair so should be easy to filter for) set immediately after sunshot campaign where right after MY becomes JGY jgs forces an arranged marriage between jgy/wwx, to get rid of jgy and thinking he might get a spy out of it. This makes jgy realize A LOT sooner the truth about jgs. Jiang sus and don't trust (Let me know if it isn’t the right one, I went with the fic summary again ~Mod L)

most barren peak and bleakest winter by WhatTheOwlHears (E, 23k, wangxian, aftermath of sex pollen dubcon, guilt, suicidal thoughts, misunderstanding, angst w/ happy ending, past top WWX/bottom LWJ, undernegotiated kink, healthy communication, angt, fluff, smut)

Meet Your Storm by kianspo (E, 15k, Jadecest, Sibling Incest, Modern AU, Pining, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Twin Jades of Lán Incest, lxc/denial, lwj/others, there's triggery stuff, more warnings in the notes, Anonymous Sex, Get Together) hope this one still counts, it’s a bit over a month old :)

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17. Do you have any non-WangXian fics but focus on the nonexistent WangXian aspects of it (a.k.a. the reason why they're not to begin with)? Like a break-up and then get a new lover type, falling out of love, infidelity, "A resents B because B did [insert reason]", or even for political reasons?

Would prefer WWX to have the good ending but anything works for meHopefully this is understandable, because my English is not fluent😅

Resent & Blossom by manaika (T, 26k, NMJ/WWX, LWJ & WWX, JC & WWX, NHS & NMJ, NHS & WWX, canon divergence, love triangles, pining, arranged marriage, angst & feels, strangers to lovers, implied/referenced murder attempt) #17 itmf - there is a nmj/wwx fic on ao3 (forget title but not many in that ship) where nhs brokers an sorta arranged marriage between nmj and wwx in an effort to save wwx and the wen from the burial mounds. Nmj agrees cause he trusts his brother and doesn't expect to live long anyway. Meanwhile nmj gets worse and a little more erratic/mean. Wwx and nhs look into it and problem solve. Wwx & nmj fall for each other, not wangxian because nmj acted, and wwx wants to honor this man he cares for&home (Let me know if I found the right one, I went mostly with the summary of the fic ~Mod L)

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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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linka-from-captain-planet · 2 months

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no so much a director's cut as it is a teaser, trailer or sneak peak, but do you have any tidbits from WIP fics (for any pairing) that you can share?

Due to being lizard-brained, most of my drafts/WIPS live in the primordial soup of my mind until I can dump them into a doc in a dedicated writing session, but I have a little written down to share!

Below the cut:

sneak peek at Minthara/Florrick #3

two snippets from Shadowheart/Nocturne fics I wish my brain would let me finish

a chunk of an abandoned followup to 'when my blue moon turns to gold again', a Shadowheart/Lae'zel fic focusing on Lae'zel raising the gith egg alone on K'liir/ the Astral Plane.

The first two installments of I could liken you to a werewolf (but I admit I provided a full moon) (Minthara/Florrick) are very much about Minthara with Florrick just being along for the ride, but the third installment is much more about Florrick and her life, both with and without Minthara. Florrick being polyamorous and having other lovers has been brought up in passing, but by the time of this third installment, Minthara is much more oriented to her true feelings for Florrick and the existence of (perceived) rivals becomes Relevant, even as they've developed a sort of tense, weird-vibed domesticity in the months since fic #2.

The evening is golden, cool and clear as the infernal sun sets behind the open veranda door. Florrick, matron of her own hideously modest House at the edge of the Upper and Lower City, overlooking the park, sent her only full-time servant home in the early afternoon, and so Minthara hovers about the sink as she braises vegetables from her garden and sears thick steaks of venison from her man. On the counter, a smart pair of black-dyed buckskin gloves stand out against the light-oiled wood. “I understand if you don’t want them,” Florrick had floated cautiously the night before, placing them like an olive branch where they still lie, untouched, “but Ambrose just wanted to say hello.” They looks like they would fit perfectly, the cuff and palm sewn deliberately to fit a battle-thickened wrist, and Minthara’s stomach sours for the dozenth time as she dwells on it. Minthara had thought it pragmatic at first, that Florrick should keep a pet man on a long leash, far from dirtying her fastidiously clean home but close enough to rub her feet or pleasure her on demand. Minthara herself had kept several jaluk to the same effect in Menzoberranzan. But Ambrose is no pet.

I want to return to the Shadowheart/Nocturne arena sometime soon, so I have two WIPs percolating for them. One is from Selunite Shadowheart's perspective and takes place post-canon, where she meets Nocturne again in her travels. I've mentioned it before, to be titled "under your skin, over the moon."

In Baldur’s Gate, in those first few weeks she hung around and helped heal wounds and cart away rubble, she could hardly take a step without someone reaching out to shake her hand, to offer her a bottle of fine vintage or the watch off their wrist in gratitude, to beseech her to lay a hand in blessing on their child. For someone raised in a locked vault, spewing the virtues of a life spent skulking the shadows, the sudden thrust into the limelight was… uncomfortable, to be charitable. She already felt like enough of a fraud. Felt enough like her skin was stretched too tight over her frayed nerves and her grief, as if it were someone else’s, bleached and cut and sewn into a grotesque costume. She looks in the mirror, and she sees the ragged faces of her parents framed in unearned silver. Forty years held captive. Tortured by her own hand, at times. Sacrificed, for her—for nothing. Because in the end, it was exactly as she’d been taught in the dark: only nothingness endures.

I also have another Shadowheart/Nocturne WIP, from Nocturne's perspective, that I wanted to cover the whole of their relationship in the cloister. This has been tricky because writing religious indoctrination is pretty hard without any of that experience IRL, and keeping the balance of what the narration says and what's actually happening, so it's been slow going and this WIP has been parked in the same state for months. If I ever finish it, this is 'my sparrow blue'.

The night is black and moonless, blanketing the Lower City beneath them in Her sacred darkness. It was on a similar night those decades ago that Nocturne found her name, looking up at the endless, empty void of space, swallowed up by it, listening to the crickets sing Her somber melody. It was then, and remains as always, just as the Mother Superior taught: “The Dark Lady guides us all. We find our true selves in Her embrace.” If she had a mother before the Mother, Nocturne doesn’t recall; that part of her life is mercifully blank, long since surrendered in Her name. Who or what she was before then is irrelevant, although she supposes she may owe a thank-you to whatever whore, herself devil-cursed or lain with such, that must have begat and abandoned her. She’s seen plenty enough of tiefling urchins swarming in the muck like rats, slithering aimlessly through their invariably short lives. Without Lady Shar, she would have nothing. She would be nothing. Through Her, and the Mother, and the cloister, Nocturne has not only a home, meals, and education, but a purpose and an identity—and with guidance, difficult as it may have been, the right identity, to boot. And, she has a friend. Supper is several hours behind them by now, by design the most meager meal of the day. Emptiness is a holy state, they’re taught, and so an empty belly is said to enhance an evening spent contemplating Her canon, but… Nocturne’s belly feels chock-full of butterflies, and all she can contemplate is the warmth seeping into her thigh from Shadowheart’s foot pressed, just barely, against it. Initiates aren’t supposed to touch each other outside of training, and even then, instructors are quick with a lashing. They aren’t kids anymore, with a blind eye turned on play-wrestling or braiding one another’s hair; they’re expected to practice restraint and turn from, not toward, false comforts. Perhaps it’d be easier if Shadowheart were better at meeting expectations. But Shadowheart has always seemed so special, so important despite her failings. To the Dark Lady, to Mother.

Lastly, I was going to write a sequel to 'when my blue moon turns to gold again', but I think this one's solidly abandoned, especially after being torpedoed by Patch 5. This fic is mostly about Lae'zel raising the gith egg baby, named Jenevelle, alone in the Astral plane, but with Shadowheart always on her mind. I was also playing with gith biology in this one.

Even the kind-faced new varsh, hand-selected by Lae’zel herself, quirked a brow when presented with a late-stage githyanki egg that had been dormant for nearly half a decade. The sentiment was shared. Its odds were poor, especially knowing that the egg was a slow hatch to begin with. But Shadowheart bathed that egg in milk every night for weeks, an old gith trick, to put it into stasis until it could be a found a safer creche to resume incubation and, hopefully, hatch. Shadowheart helped shield it from the hungry owlbear cub and the odd ambush in camp. Shadowheart rocked it in her arms on chilly nights, worried about it freezing—a pointless paranoia, but by then, Lae’zel had learned well that acts of love aren’t always optimized for efficiency. So, she had to try.

It took several years of hard-won battles, campaigning, all but pulling out a lute and singing of the lich queen’s betrayal, but Lae’zel did not merely find a safe creche: she rebuilt one. Hers. Creche K’liir, nestled inside the moon-bathed asteroid of Stardock, trailing Selûne. It seemed fitting for Shadowheart’s egg. Lae’zel told herself that she was finished with it, then. She’d done what she’d promised herself she would: found the egg a safe place and a fair chance. But it wasn’t a week later before Varsh D’narav approached her with wrung hands and news that the youngling was attempting to hatch, but the egg only rocked back and forth listlessly in the pool. It was unable to breach the shell like the others, and soon, the egg’s air sac would fail and its nutrients would be depleted. Varsh D’narav wanted to verify whether the old procedure should apply. They had skirted the issue in prior discussions—optimism and foolishness, all the same. A part of Lae’zel wanted to bark an affirmative and berate the varsh for barging in on her war-room just to share news of a weakling needing to be culled. The rest ran to the hatchery and scooped the trembling egg from the pool with her bare hands, ignoring the sting as acid splashed up her arms. For all the slates in the vast library, there would be none prescribing a procedure. If a githyanki had ever before attempted to rescue a failing hatch, they would have been wise not to leave evidence behind. Under Vlaakith’s rule, such shameful tenderness would have the egg and the gith flung into the abyss such that it couldn’t spread. But some instinct roared within Lae’zel, from somewhere deep inside down to her very being, buried underneath her lifetime of training and the embers of her indoctrination. It was as if the instructions were whispered directly into her ear by Mother Gith herself. She tore into the leathery shell with her teeth, puncturing it right over the dead space above the shriveled air sac. Pressure released from the hole, and Lae’zel pried it larger with her fingers and claws. A serous liquid seeped out, soothing the acid burns on her skin, like that was the way it was always supposed to be done. A tiny fist shot out of the tear as soon as enough space was made for it. Shadowheart’s youngling wanted to live. She worked quickly, desperately. Eggs are weaker from within than the outside, so she uses her fingers hooked into the hole to rend the shell wide enough that she could pull the air sac out entirely. In doing so, she uncovered the hatchling’s nose and mouth, exposing it to the outside world for the first time. It sneezed. Sputtered. Wailed. Lae’zel hardly heard it. She was too transfixed on the hatchling’s black hair. The peach tint to her skin. The nose that was still unmistakably gith, but also so unmistakably reminiscent of a larger, fleshier one that she derisively called ‘decadent’ just once, but later kissed goodnight far too few times. She hadn’t known that non-gith could imprint on a gith egg.

#asks #minthara/florrick #shadowheart/nocturne #shadowheart/lae'zel

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cimoris · 2 months

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Unused WIP for Black Hole: Dark Void (part 1)

“When something is too good to be true,” Moon repeats out loud, “then it is not true at all? ”

Eclipse watches as a storm of emotions blow away Moon’s LED eyes; confusion, concern and intrigued. Soon, those red eyes (anger swept away by the guilt and warmth) locked with his glowing blue. Moon points at the little piece of paper in his hand, then back at Eclipse, then returns to the paper.

“The question was: what is your life motto. It is supposed to be a motivational quote or something. Not something so… depressing. ”

Eclipse’s eyes sparkles in dark glee, “So? I am diagnosed with depression.” A pause. “Professionally diagnosed with depression.”

Moon huffs and rolls his eyes. He drops the wrinkled slip of paper to the increasing pile in the jar. It is half-filled with other wrinkled paper with words in Moon’s cursive writings. Next to it is an identical jar filled with a pile of neatly folded paper slips. Also half-filled with tiny white pieces holding menial questions to be asked.

Eclipse reaches to one of the folded paper and carefully opens the white object. He focuses his optical lenses on the inked paper. His eyes dull and his shoulder droops. A small scoff escaped his voice box as he read out loud the content of the small paper with the flattest tone possible.

“What is your favorite song?”

“Numb Little Bug.”

With a huff, Eclipse crumples the paper in his hand and throws it into the jar of wrinkled paper. It spins around its edge before dropping on top of the pile.

“Are you sure you’re not the depressed one?”

Eclipse is familiar with the song. Written by an American singer, Em Beihold, as a way for her to express the numbness she feels after taking psychiatric medication. The musicality of the song captures the listener’s interest. The words relate to far too many people than the writer would like to.

“I had never been professionally diagnosed with depression, thus I am not depressed.”

Eclipse rolls his glowing eyes again, tired of Moon’s absurd logic. His brother acts dumb when it is convenient and smart only in necessity. The type of person to create a cure for cancer just to mess with the government. Or maybe the type to learn magic just to mess with the world.

(Eclipse will always regret ever introducing Moon to Golden Freddy. They are a match that was never meant to be made. Partners in crime that the world should fear and tremble at. Chaotic overlords who planted harmless seeds of pandemonium for gigs and giggles.

At this point, world destruction is mercy in the face of their ‘pranks.’)

“Shut up. Pick up another one.”

As Moon chose his slip of paper, loud sounds of grinding gears and turning fans resonated throughout the daycare. The two brothers turn their heads to the seas of rainbow plastics and expectant for their dimensional regulars to appear out of thin air.

Except, there is only one.

Silver plates glint under the white LED, red lights glowing in the abyssal void, and yellow stars glow on silky navy clothes. Golden bells attached to red ribbons jingles along with the oe at the end of the night cap as ‘Moon’ recovers his bearings.

No yellow rays emerge from the seas of rainbows after the lunar attendant rises. No solar animatronic rises after the moon does. No ‘Sun’ follows after ‘Moon.’

Eclipse turns his attention back to his brother’s counterpart, hoping to find the answers in them. Disappointingly, only cold fury staring back at him. The fury sends tremors through his frames as uninvited memories invade his mind.

(“Get out.”

“What?”

“GET OUT!”

“No! You had to listen! This thing has Sun’s-”

“I DON’T CARE! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”

Red eyes blazed in anger and it burned Eclipse as a whole being. Yet, Eclipse persisted, determined to fight back.

At least, until the wrench hit his face.)

“Eclipse?”

Cold hands rests against his overheating frames, waking him from the delusion of the past. His neck snaps to the origins of the cold to find the same pair of eyes that burned him. No. The pair of eyes that once burned him.

Moon’s hand is tight around his shoulder, tight as a proof of realism and loose as a proof of comfort. Red glows dims under Eclipse’s glows and glooms of concern snuff out the illusion of Eclipse’s memories. Yet, it still flares when they meet their counterpart.

Whilst gasping for figurative air, Eclipse follows the red eyes line of sight. He is met with a sea of colors. No glint of silver in sight.

#wip #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfics #sams #sams solar #tsams solar #sams moon #sun and moon show #moon #angst #siblings

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that-mad-indian-woman · 10 months

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An excerpt from my WIP:

And he couldn't help but watch.

It was mesmerizing. She was seated on the sofa to his opposite, her legs folded and her bespectacled eyes moving rapidly through the lines of the storybook she cradled in her lap. Her slightly wet hair laid splayed on her back, and the sunshine that streamed in through the windows behind her coloured her black hair a lovely shade of golden. A side of her face glowed from the the winter sun, and as aakash watched her read with slightly parted lips, his breath caught in his lungs like it had all those years ago.

It was yet another one of her bad romance novels. He knew it from the way she was sitting up rigidly, her rapid eyes betraying the excitement In her heart. The hero was on the verge of a love confession. He just knew it cause Ridhima's eyes were a force to be reckoned with; they went through the pages faster than light. She grunted slightly when she turned the page, and aakash smiled knowing she was getting impatient. He knew she wanted to skip all the lines and reach the actual part, but she wished to read it all too. A second page turned. Ridhima's eyes slowed down in the middle of the page. Her eyes softened, and aakash knew the hero had said it.

It was probably an earth-shattering, tear-jerking confession. Judging by the amount of hearts on the book cover, It probably proclaimed bringing down the moon and stars if it made her happy; promises of being through everything together, of loving her through their weakest, and a line or two of humor thrown in the mix to keep it light. Heroes in books could do that. Confess love like that. Poetically and dramatically

But he couldn't. Not normal guys like him. Guys with boring nine-five jobs, music choices dating back to the nineties, and confidence so weathered to even believe that they had found love-and that too in so heavenly a woman. No. Guys like him loved in silence; in the desperate hope that something would betray him and she would know it. Telekinetically, perhaps.

Aakash shook his head. He was spiralling again. Ridhima's eyes had moistened as she kept reading. He noticed her re-reading a few lines as if She wanted to engrave the words in her heart and soul. She always did that. Hoping it would fill the void of never having someone say those exact words to her. The book finally closed with a thud, and Ridhima looked up with a happy smile.

As she looked around to accustom herself to her current surroundings ( she hadn't even realised where she was in the last hour), her eyes finally landed on akaash, who had subtly averted his gaze to the documents in hand.

"Did he say it? " He asked, not looking up from the papers.

Ridhima paused at the question. Her mouth parted in slight amazement. She stared at him for a few moments, her eyes suddenly welling up with unforseen tears when she realised what the question meant.

"Yes." She replied, a small smile touching her lips.

"Not in so many words, but yes. "

And he smiled.

#shahi shao writes shit

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an-eldritch-peredhel · 25 days

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WIP Wednesday (barely)

Tagged by @jaz-the-bard

I was really tempted to jumpscare y'all with the fic I am most actively working on which is Very Much Not Tolkien (A Rock of Ages Drew and Sherrie role swap au, if you're curious) but nah I'll have mercy <3

The Tolkien fic I'm working on is one I will quite possibly never publish because It's For Me but if you hype me up enough maybe I'll reconsider lol

They are surrounded by the dark and glorious expanse of the Void, above them, to every side, and even below, peeking between the blades of something like grass that shimmers softly under their feet. Something like trees and flowers grow around them, shining from within like light trapped in crystal- like the silmaril but kinder, more gentle, refracting not just the range of light, but every color of the dark that they have never seen. There is a light also at the peak of what passes for the sky above them, all the best features of the sun and moon in one, gentle but brilliant, washing everything in honey-soft radiance like the end of a silver day, like the start of a golden night. The only stars twinkle distantly, far beneath their feet, but the Void is far from empty. The clearing where they stand is little like the one where Tinúviel danced in Doriath long ago, and little like the place where they built their home to live their mortal lives together, but it reminds them of both, regardless.

Tagging: I don't know who all has done this so forgive any retags but @yellow-faerie @tilions @swanmaids, and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it, I don't even care if you follow me just give me a tag so I can see what you're working on :)

#wip #wip wednesday

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kiwiana-writes · 7 months

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Weekend WIP Game

@welcometololaland has invented a new WIP game and we're all blessed for it.

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more). (If you're an artist or other non-fic fandom creator, questions can be found here!)

1. WIP List: Sigh.

-The Last Five Years || The Next Five Years -The way we get into each other's bones [Angstapalooza RWRB Edition] -[Alex & Bea fake date] -[arranged marriage redux] -[Bodyswap] -[D&D flirting] -[fetlife lol] -[Findom] -[Hands free] -[Henry writes] -[Henry/Alex/Liam/Spencer] -[Hockey bf Henry] -[horny soulmates] -[Leverage AU] -[Orpheus and Eurydice] -[Rafael prequel] -[Shaan/Zahra] -[Vegas fuckup] -As sure as the dawn brings the sunrise -Auroras and sad prose -Buzzing through my veins -Chantilly lace and a pretty face -Climb up and meet the sky -Hold up, rewind, knock me off of my feet -Just one moon (and one golden sun) -Rafael is surrounded by disaster queers [Actor AU verse] -Secret Agent Raf 5+1 [Actor AU verse] -What's left of me in our little vignette -Years of dreams just can't be wrong

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest? The way we get into each other's bones [Angstapalooza RWRB Edition]

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest? The Last Five Years || The Next Five Years - it's designed as a duology, so idk if each individual fic will beat out angstapalooza, but the duo definitely will, and y'all will want to read them together (unless you love pain I guess??)

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why? It changes day to day but right now I have @clottedcreamfudge going fucking feral at me over [Hockey bf Henry] at any given hour of the day which definitely makes it really fun to just... write a snippet and immediately be shrieked at.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why? For some unknown reason, Years of dreams just can't be wrong which is the Anastasia AU?? I don't know why it's fucking with me so much, but it's very rude actually.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why? The way we get into each other's bones [Angstapalooza RWRB Edition] -- it's gonna be a balancing act in terms of not being gratuitous emotional pain etc

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why? The long ones: The way we get into each other's bones [Angstapalooza RWRB Edition], The Last Five Years || The Next Five Years, [Leverage AU]. Maybe a few of the others depending on how the plot spins out.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block? ...have you seen the length of this list?

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them? [Rafael prequel] is the only one that has any OC of substance right now lol

10. Which WIP is the sexiest? In terms of what is actually on the page right now, not what is planned to be written, it might actually be [Henry writes] right now.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest? The way we get into each other's bones [Angstapalooza RWRB Edition]

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)? ...I mean I hope all of them lol. For fun let's say Chantilly lace and a pretty face

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)? Climb up and meet the sky, the vintage plane fic my beloved.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on? The way we get into each other's bones [Angstapalooza RWRB Edition], though Years of dreams just can't be wrong has given it a surprising run for its money.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why? The way we get into each other's bones [Angstapalooza RWRB Edition] -- I wrote a fic lovingly deemed angstapalooza for another fandom and people collectively lost their shit over it, so... idk I guess y'all love pain???

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs? Yes. And then I wake up and can't remember enough to write it down and then I cry.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't? Oh for sure! The Last Five Years || The Next Five Years has the non-chronological chapter order baked into the format, so making sure the chronology is right and that readers can follow where we're at is a complexity. [horny soulmates] has one of those worldbuilding things where the less thought you put into it as a reader the better because otherwise it's a Problem so trying to make sure it makes sense without being horrifying if you think about the real world implications is a balance lmao. What's left of me in our little vignette has some time-related fuckery. [Orpheus and Eurydice] is written in verse, so. You know.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour? In terms of what's actually written right now, probably Hold up, rewind, knock me off of my feet? But I like to think they're all funny lol.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process? [Henry/Alex/Liam/Spencer] runs through all four listed POVs which is fun and also requires a lot of pondering about whose POV we have when for maximum impact. [Rafael prequel], Rafael is surrounded by disaster queers [Actor AU verse], Secret Agent Raf 5+1 [Actor AU verse] are all Rafael POV, but the latter two are actor AU verse so I have a bit more leeway -- the first one is is canon compliant, though, so teasing out the little info we get about him and building the timeline is a beast of a job. [Shaan/Zahra] is fully epistolary so doesn't technically have a POV I guess.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs. The way we get into each other's bones [Angstapalooza RWRB Edition] is a prologue + 10 chapters and all those chapters are titled already lol, because I've never approached something in a normal order in my life.

Definitely NOT tagging as many people as I have WIPs holy hell but let's go @affectionatelyrs @celaestis1 @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @hypnostheory @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @lilythesilly @maxbegone @myheartalivewrites @nontoxic-writes @orchidscript @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @suseagull04 @tintagel-or-cockleshells

#wip ask game #weekend wip game #kiwiana-writes

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ratsoh-writes · 1 year

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Ok a more complete wip idea for outerswap:

Sun (sans):

Possible names: Aires, Ares, Helios, Cyrus.

Very cheerful or temperamental. No in between. Friendly at first glance, social, playful and competitive. Does not tolerate sh*t. Extremely loyal to brother, will happily throw acquaintances under the bus.

Special ability: flame body. Will set his bones/ecto on fire when angered or at will. Does not burn through clothes/others unless willed to do so.

Hates being called cute lol. Is adorable when not on fire

Will not be a flirtatious character. Not asexual but is uninterested in hook ups/relationships at the moment.

Will have some job centered around fighting. Possibly personal trainer, will be professional/competitive fighter on side.

Possible hobbies: violence lol, snails, soccer/football, acrobatics, angry pour painting, tutoring little kids (he’s gonna adore babies/toddlers lol), jersey shores, knife throwing?, dragon ball Z

Possible loved items: his brother/sister?, toddlers, snails, the moon, the color blue, sour candies, marshmallow fluff, knives with the dragon handles, weeb sh*t (his words not mine)

Cloudy/moon (pap):

Possible names: Selene, Luna, lunar, Amaris, skye, Apollo, megallan (Meg)

Naive, trusting, sweet, awkward, perceptive. A real frail one who wants to experience more things in life than just staying safe. Will push himself to get people’s friendships.

Special ability: flicker: a small pale blue flame will appear on his fingertips for light. Does not burn anything, just for show.

Was born with dimming, making him extremely fragile and infertile. Was supposed to die years ago but is miraculously alive

Very feminine. Will not care about pronouns but can pass as female to humans

Will have job centered on animals, something soft and slow. Most likely snails.

Possible hobbies: snails, watching battle matches, natural medicine, poetry, really angry music lol, feminine clothing, flowers

Possible loved items: his brother, the sun, the color orange, snails, soups and stews, light but hearty meals, bright warm colored flowers, maybe fantasy novels or Disney?

Backstory?:

Small age gap between brothers, maybe two-four years

Sun shunted aside when moon is born. Moons dimming demand all parent’s attention

Sun hates moon in child years but grows closer in teen years. Moon covers for sun to get him out of trouble. Moon is treated as “golden child” sun is scapegoat

In moons teen years dimming gets worse, almost dies several times.

After crash moon begs sun to steal him from his parents so he can live his finals years actually living

Parents disown when sun kidnaps moon

Except moon doesn’t die. Slowly gets better each year as he gets freedom

Sun and moon no contact with parents.

#ratsoh wip

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sam-glade · 8 months

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Happy STS! If you had to create a flag or standard for your WIP, one of its characters, or a location, what would it look like?

Happy STS, Nopal!

I'm just... going to let you pick any of the in-setting flags.

Each of my noble houses (including the princes) has an emblem, and of course the Sun King's is a golden sun. Each of them can be inscribed inside a circle and each can be put on a banner. That was certainly done in the past, during the War of the Dispossessed and earlier. E.g. Ianim's house is the Moon-and-Star, which has a silver eight-pointed star inside a crescent moon on dark blue field. Lissan ends up with a brass tree, a little bit like the Celtic tree of life (without the knots in the roots). They're all quite simple and easy to draw/stitch/sew together.

In case of the princes, their colours are so recognisable that they alone can be used to indicate their princedom - and appear on messengers' or guards' uniforms, on banners and plaques on government buildings, etc.

The Sun King's emblem is fun to play with, because it can easily be modified for different branches of his government. E.g. The Council of Twelve, which acts as a highest instance of court, has a blank book against the face of the sun.

And I've got an amazing picture! Commissioned from @crowandmoonwriting!

It's worth noting that I tend to imagine banners in-setting as hanging down against walls, more like tapestries, instead of flags billowing in the wind.

#I WILL tidy up that fragment of the Truth Teller where it's relevant and post it eventually >.<#sts #ask and i shall answer #days of dusk

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vacantgodling · 1 year

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hatred

wip: requiem for the monochrome / paramour ; just in that universe in general but this is more of a character exploratory piece than an actual plot related writing

character(s): lavendula calderon (hya’s younger half sister & a mc of requiem for the monochrome), hyacinthus shrapnel (but only in mention)

lavendula contemplates how her emotionless nature pales against hya’s commanding exterior.

The first time Lavendula laid eyes upon her Hyacinthus, he had been dressed more finely than her husband. Shocking amounts of gold and grandeur adorned him; gold woven lace hidden underneath a gilded silk and stark white blouse tucked into a tight white corset laced with gold. The threads of his trousers glinted with every step, the click of golden heels on the marble floor commanding. Even from behind his mouth that could spew such malice, golden grills protected his sharp canines, making every word feel more biting with the clack of them. If you didn’t know him, you feared him and even if you did, what raw power his broad shoulders could hold. He regarded her with a look one would give a dirty, disobedient child and the warmth in it, the scathe of it, was something Lavendula had never felt.

It felt thrilling, to be hated.

She practiced that same look in the mirror months after that meeting. If she too could look upon what she’d become with such disgust, perhaps she could find the courage to drag herself from it. For hours she’d grip the counter of her sink, her knuckles turning ashen from exertion, and would stare at herself. To try and warp her face until it was ugly, until it was warm, until it burned like a hot stove to the touch, and could drive away crowds with the sting of it… but no matter what it never changed. The enforced impasse of her expression was cemented by now, and it seemed nothing could make it stray.

When she walked, she held her head high, shoulders back as though a book was upon her and a rope was tugging her backwards. Her gaze was still as blank as a cloudless sky, never faltering, or perhaps frozen by time. Observing, but never engaging. Aloof, uncaring. How she longed to cry hot tears but even those of her first childbirth felt cold.

If Hyacinthus was the sun, who raged against his pedigree, then perhaps Lavendula was the moon, hidden in the shadow of it’s legacy.

#s: paramour #s: monochrome #ren writing #it’s an old piece but new blog so we pretend it’s new

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annawayne · 11 months

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Henlo, it's a me, Moon!

🛠🌞💖🧐🦅🤲✅🤯

Hii, Moon, thank you for asking! T_T

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

Oh, just Google Docs, Eb Garamond font, 14 font size. I write both from my laptop and from my phone when I'm in bed and have a sudden inspiration. But also I have a notebook and in some coffee shops or in parks I can write some stuff. Here is the first chapter of BMSS, heh.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

I WOULD LOVE to have one in the morning but now it's quite chaotic times for me, so usually I write in the evening or the whole day when I have the day off. But my ideal time is early morning and evening.

💖 What made you start writing?

I also already answered this, so I'm just doubling this answer of mine ^^

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Hm, depends. For BMSS I do quite a big research of period-authentic traits like slang etc. As I'm both an art and history enthusiast, for these two topics there are not a lot of research, more like checking details :) For one shots…no, but for some I'm going to HAVE to do one…concerning some medical stuff👀

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Oh, I also answered this, so here it is!

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Oh…Okay! Here it is for "Wasteland of (our) promises)"

His words were always the waves. Calm under the bright sun of his smile and wild dancing with thunder through his gritted teeth; transparent with the softest breeze of his gaze and muddy with the hesitation within his gestures. And his words were always an untamed power, only he could find the way to have infinite water in his hand. “If there was anyone left with the power of the Titans, we’d be using that power to protect ourselves right now,” his talk shine in colors borrowed from the sea - brave and free - flooding everyone's minds with the salty air of his intention. “Instead, even after having guns pointed at our heads, we’re still powerless humans,” the storm is rising with each step, his voice drops an octave, right to the bottom of the sea. As his figures pass by, a second, a flash glance over her moonlight crystal eyes leaves a short message. “I’m here,” the whisper of the evening tide rings in her ears, and Annie can’t look away from him, him, him - so radiating and dashing. His back, suddenly so broad and so strong, is the only thing she could see just in front of her. The wind plays with smoke and embers, disturbing his locks in a steady motion, and her fingers tingle with the sparks of the memory of how her hands were lost among the golden of his hair before they parted ways. Annie almost doesn’t hear his voice, deafened by the savage beating of her raging heart against the ribs, but his words are the sharp sword cutting the dense haze of her tumult with the assertive tone. “This is above all the proof that we are just humans now.” Are they? Can the human heart throb so fast, almost aching, agonizing? Can the human body survive all the avalanche of emotions when she saw him alive, so full of life and determination? Can the human body survive the enormous fear when he puts himself in front of all of them? Can the human, just ordinary human, be so brave, so selfless and so smart and so stupid at the same time? Are they just human now? Can they be just humans? Can she?.. Is she?..

And this one for BMSS chapter 4:

“Oh, shit,” the low hiss chases the soundless motion of the shaving blade along his jaw. The skin immediately responds with a light, somehow between pleasant and disturbing, tingle, and a few drops of crimson red fall right into the painful whiteness of the sink. His eyes lazily follow the stream, that repeats the curve of the basin, outlining its way right to the bottom center, not rushing to wash it away. Armin was never very handy with the razor blade that always remind him of some instrument of homicide rather than a tool for a gentleman to look neatly. The pale, dry sigh that lacks emotion the same way as his life lacks purpose leaves his lungs, and his hand places the shaving blade on the table near the sink. Tentatively, Armin’s still sleepy gaze meets his reflection in the mirror, observing the straight red line on the right corner of his jaw that looks far too tidy for the cut. Maybe, the war taught him well, as the old habits die hard.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

AGRH, MY NATURE COMPARISONS. Some of them are intentional, but some of them are just accidental, and when I reread it, I just feel this "OH COME ON NOW FOR REAL" moment. And also text formatting. I realized I do it sometimes also on purpose, but sometimes I feel like I HAVE to do it.

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Hm…comedy, I guess :D I mean, I didn't write anything comedy related, and, honestly, I really don't know how to write something light and funny, just have NO IDEA.

#ask #answered ask #writing #my writing

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sillylittlejesterman · 1 year

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WIP - Reunion

Just a small part of the WIP im working on, it is my lifes work /lh

Remus and Sirius reunite after years of being apart and a messy, complicated relationship in the past. This is just that scene

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Classes had ended for the day and the sun slowly sunk down past the horizon. Remus’s classroom was bathed in beautiful golden light as he finally packed away the record player. He’d had this record since he was a little kid. With a quick whip of his wand, the desks had all been moved back to their proper spots and the boggart was safely locked away in the department storage room. Two more days until the full moon.

Remus examined the old classroom, making his way up the stairs to his office. So many memories are made in this room. So many memories that Remus grasps onto, fearing they’ll slip away. He knows there are things he’s forgotten already, and it pains him.

The office was bathed in the same golden glow of the sunset that the rest of the classroom was, but there was something more grim about this place. He finds a sort of irony in walking up these stairs to his office; walking up here was an absolute death sentence while Remus was in school. Sirius had made that walk of shame many times before. Here, Remus was now the one sending mischievous students into that office; he was now the one setting up picture frames and quill sets on the creaky old desk - or at least in the space that he could. The room was already filled from the various former Defense teachers. Ancient term papers scattered across the room, being held in place with glass preserved hippogriff claws and vases of dittany stalk; paintings filled the tower walls, holding fragments of the past lives of each professor, reminding Remus of the legacy this position upholds. His first day on the job, Remus even found a paper he’d written as a 6th year, folded neatly on the sagging desk, as if it was just waiting for him to happen upon it; he stared at it for a while, maybe two minutes, maybe ten, lost in the memory of bittersweet days gone by.

Remus carefully set the record player back on the bookcase, slipping it neatly into the cavity that he created for it to fill. This was one of the few things that Remus truly valued. The record player had followed him to the ends of the earth, and he had no intention of letting that adventure end.

“I’m happy to know you still have the same silly music taste.”

Remus’s body froze. That voice was all too familiar. He could feel his muscles tensing with nerves and anticipation. There’s no way that he could really be there. He could feel salty tears start to well in his eyes. There’s no way.

He gripped the sides of the record player, grounding his senses. He’s had visions of Sirius before; dreams that felt like reality. He’s heard Sirius calling to him from far away, begging for his help, pleading for more time, for understanding.

‘It’s not real,’ Remus thinks to himself. ‘He can’t be here.’

But knowing the news that Sirius had escaped earlier in the year…could it really be him? The thought of that kept Remus frozen in his spot. He could taste the salt of his tears.

“Won’t you please turn around and look at me.”

His voice was smooth, as it always was. Sirius only spoke like that to him. Remus knew if it was anyone else he wouldn’t have this kind of patience.

“Remus, please.”

There was a step forward.

Remus’s breath caught in his throat.

‘He’s not really here,’ he thought. Remus gathered his courage and let go of the player, packing up the recording and moving to go put it away. He quickly wiped off his face, hoping to hide his involuntary tears.

“Remus.”

He shook his head, trying to will those thoughts away. The visions had never ever been like this before, never multiple times at once. Remus began to worry. He busied himself with sorting the records, finding the right one for the next class. Anything to keep the flood of painful memories at bay.

“He’s not here,” he muttered quietly under his breath.

“Moony, look at me,” the animagus pleaded once again.

Remus sorted the books on his shelf, focusing on anything other than Sirius’ ghostly voice.

“Moony!” Suddenly there was a hand, yanking on Remus’s shoulder.

“Please just look at me would you.”

Remus was startled by the strength and reality of his grip. His lip quivered with anxiety and fear. He was really here.

Standing in front of him was truly Sirius. He could feel the texture of his hands, grasping ever so tightly to his shirt, his other hand rested gently on his other shoulder. Remus couldn’t hold back his tears anymore.

“N-no,” he muttered. “No. You- no…” He shoved Sirius off, somewhat hesitantly. If it was really him, he never wanted to let go, but he could never be sure.

“Moony..”

“No!” He frantically wiped away his tears. Sirius looked ghostly. His skin was paler than Remus remembered, he looked starved and skinnier. His curls were matted and his body was covered with inky tattoos. Remus recognized the moons stretching across his sharp collar bones. He remembered when Sirius surprised him with those. The thought only made him cry even more.

“You… you are putting everyone here and yourself in danger, you-” His voice wavered under the weight of the pain. Remus kept his gaze down, fearing to look Sirius in the eye. “You hurt our friends you-”

“You and I both know I would never-”

“You hurt me!” Remus continued, still avoiding the pleading gaze of Sirius Black.

“And I have spent twelve years wishing everyday that I had done something- anything different,” Sirius interrupted, raising his voice for the first time. “So please, please just listen to me.”

Remus finally met his gaze. With all the changes to Sirius’s appearance, the ghostly pale skin, hollowed cheeks and grimy clothes; his bony limbs and matted, dirty hair, one thing still was the same. His eyes. His beautiful blue gray eyes, his eyes that pleaded and begged for mercy whenever he looked at Remus, the eyes that held the weight of the world at sixteen years old, the first pair of beautiful eyes that looked at Remus with pure, unconditional love. Although the vibrancy has faded, his eyes still remain Sirius’ only tell, for as strong and confident he might seem, one look and Remus knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Your eyes are still the same.” Remus couldn’t help himself.

“Now that’s a little forward after so many years, Moony.” Sirius smirked, trying his hardest to lighten the situation.

#moony and pads meet again #wolfstar #moony x padfoot #Remus Lupin #sirius orion black #sirius black #remus x sirius #remus jove lupin #fanfic #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #marauders #the marauders era

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