Posted last night as part of @whiteleyfoster’s Write This In Your Style challenge! There’s quite a number of fics there, so browse them all!
Across the centuries, Crowley comes to his favorite chateau, to watch his favorite angel at work and listen to his favorite poetry…
A centuries-long tale of devotion, pining, and love that is at once illicit and elevating, passionate and disciplined, human and transcendent… courtly love.
Crowley’s eyes stayed locked on the trobairitz and the crowd of men hanging on her every word. “What can I say? With entertainment like this, I barely need to lift a finger.”
A mildly annoyed tsk. “I hardly think a little flirtation even counts as wickedness.”
“Does if they’re already married.” She thought over the angel’s statement again, then snapped her head around, eyes wide, to study him. “Hang on, are you saying—”
“I’msaying that I expected you to be here because you always lurk in this corner when we come to Soifort.” The hall had changed very little in two hundred years. The tapestries were more numerous and complex, the stained-glass windows brighter, and the guests more vivacious. Aziraphale had changed even less, though his tunic hung longer and now incorporated a great deal more silk, particularly in the long flowing sleeves, and his cloak was now pinned on the right. But the most startling change was the look in his eyes. They shone merrily in the dim hall, and cast a light, a heat Crowley had only glimpsed a few times before. “Don’t expect me to do your work for you again.”
“Already done. Just taking a well-deserved break.” Crowley pushed away from the wall, circling Aziraphale, the dark train of her bliaut trailing behind her. “Or didn’t you notice this entire region has fallen to heresy?”
“Oh? And I’m to believe this was yourdoing?” He laughed, a delightful sound echoing through the room. “My dear lady, I doubt you could even tell me what Catharism is.”
‘"It’s an ornament,“ Theo said, still looking at it with a certain softness in his eyes that made Liam go weak. David and Jenna looked at each other before Liam. Their son was still gazing at Theo like he was waiting for him to say something, but Theo was for once in his life speechless. "Hang it up!” Jenna encouraged with a smile on her face, and Theo didn’t take his eyes off of it as he did. It took a second, but his eyes finally met Liam’s in the end. The air in Liam’s lungs was punched out of him at the look on his face. Jesus. “I just…we were looking at all the ornaments and I realized that you didn’t have any,” Liam explained sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you should have a place like everyone else does."’
This is a topic that boggles the mind of many girls. You may feel the need to draw the line somewhere in your Dom-sub/slave relationship (thus completely negating the point of such a relationship) but you want desperately for your master to desire you. If you are with a man, surrender completely from the very beginning and live to please. If you do this, your relationship will blossom to new heights. You will have true purpose and your master and you would have achieved your respective primal goals. For those who need more structure and instruction, I have some strong recommendations for you to follow. Points in bold are my personal favourites.
1. Flash him your boobs (bare minimum) and pussy from the first date/meeting.
2. Never wear any underwear and always wear something that will reveal your body with ease.
3. Always press your body up against him and encourage him to grope, rub and finger you freely. Especially ask him to finger your anus all the time.
4. Send him nude selfies and videos of yourself and with friends frequently.
5. Always try to spend your entire date in a room or private area, making out with him.
6. Try to kiss him on his penis for your very first kiss with him.
7. Spend your entire time with him on his penis.
8. Rub your face in his crotch, lick him all over and suck with reckless abandon.
9. Train yourself to take him completely into your mouth and throat.
10. Place his hands on your head to use as he pleases.
11. Never hold his penis with your hand(s). Your hands should be embracing his body while he thrusts himself into your mouth.
12. Always lick his balls and anus and stick your tongue deep into his anus while he masturbates or you masturbate him.
13. Make sure he cums in your mouth and/or face.
14. Make sure you lick and swallow every last drop of cum.
15. If there is any cum left on your face, do not wipe it off. Leave it there until it dries completely and forget about it.
16. When preparing food for him or laying out meals, try to do this with your breasts and/or pussy exposed.
17. Suck on him while he eats.
18. Suck on him while he drinks.
19. Suck on him while he watches TV or plays games.
20. Suck on him while he is doing work.
21. Suck on him while he is on the phone.
22. Suck on him while he is in the shower.
23. Suck on him while he is sitting on the toilet.
24. Suck on him while he is asleep.
25. Suck on him from morning to night, whether it is soft or hard.
26. Talk to him with his penis in your mouth.
27. Use his penis as your pacifier.
28. Sleep with your face in his crotch, in his ass, or with his penis in your mouth.
29. Encourage him to squeeze, pull, pinch, bite (especially), twist, slap, punch your breasts and nipples with force.
30. Do all his requests on command. Surprise him and do these at other times as well. This will please him.
31. Encourage him to use your ass for sex all the time. Suck his penis for lubrication if you must. Otherwise, try to do it dry. He will really enjoy this.
32. Drink his piss daily and lick his ass clean. Be his toilet. Let him bless you and mark his territory with all of his juices.
33. Most importantly, always be working on making and growing a harem for him. Encourage him to think of, look at, play around with and use other girls, by bringing this up every time and discussing with your sisters, cousins, friends and other female relatives to join you in your relationship.
Always remember, a man who uses you completely, has trusted you completely to reveal his true self to you. This is an honour and privilege that you must surely treasure with all your heart. Feel free to discuss the above with me if this piques your interest as well.
There is this feeling I get after my heart breaks, metaphorically of course, I do know hearts are muscles and do not break, but when something that felt so real and so infinite ends, I cannot help but feel like my body is physically hurt.
It feels like my ribs are breaking, one after another, in different spots and they keep breaking and breaking, putting more and more pressure on my chest, making it impossible to breathe. I feel the air coming through my nose and never making it down my windpipe because it is being crushed by my chest collapsing into itself. There is sharp pain in my throat when air touches it and soon I cannot breathe at all. My eyes hurt, they are bloodshot, bleeding, blood dripping down my face onto the ground and it hurts. My body is shaking and there is no way to stop it, it moves with every inhale and exhale and even when my chest is broken down and barely gets air through, my body still shakes, my muscles keep cramping, contracting stronger and faster and at some point, my body does not handle it any more. It shuts down.
Then a new kind of pain begins. There is a headache I can feel right in the center of my forehead. It starts there, where the emotions are controlled, it starts where everything started to fall apart. If feels like every single cell there is shutting down, either dying or slowly burning to death. It almost feels like needles stabbing every single one of them, making the brain unable to control whatever is going on. It moves up and affects my thinking, making me believe there is nothing left for me in the world, making me believe, there is no plan, no future.The pain spreads to the top of my head, makes it unable to move, makes my whole body hurt again, all the ribs breaking, the body shaking, now it gets worse. It affects the vision and makes it even blurrier and all I see is him in front of me, everywhere I look and that hurts even more.
After my whole brain feels like it is bleeding out and being torn apart, the last part of brain starts to hurt. The little piece of where every perfect memory is stored, where memories of first dates, kisses, ‘I love you’s and so much more, live, that is the part that hurts the most. This little part is the main reason the whole brain is hurting, the only reason my body is breaking. The memory of perfect little moments of time we shared is why breakups make me think there is something physically wrong with me when it happens, because it does affect my whole body, it affects every cell that lives inside me and all of them start hurting at the same time.
warnings:blood, some cursing, injury, kisses, fluff, being jumped by guards (?)
a/n:this was another one that was originally split into 3 parts here, but i’ve put them together here to make for easier reading! :) + you are the equivalent of Alby in this - first in command of the girls maze/glade.
This was written a while ago, so sorry if it’s shitty lmao
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[Part 1] (first gif)
A boy comes up in the box with a note. You help him…
“It’sa boy.”
“What?” You step forward, looking down into the box. “How?”
“I don’t know,” Sonya replies. “Who’s gonna get him, though?”
“I will.” You jump down, landing perfectly and with ease. You kneel down next to the boy and notice something in his hand. Carefully, you pull it out and then look up in shock. The rest of the girls look confused.
“What is it?” One of them asks.
“It says..” You take a small breath. “It says… ‘he’s the last one… ever’.”
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Later that night, Harriet walks quickly out of the medical hut. “He’s awake, Y/N. Says his name is Aris. But he’s confused and upset. We’re finding it hard to keep him calm.”
“Alright. Let’s go then.”
We make our way back to the hut. I walk in and see Aris sitting up with crossed legs. He looks so scared, and I feel instantly guilty. One of the med jacks speaks up. “He won’t keep still. Keeps tryna get outta here.”
I push open the door. “Let go.”
“What? Y/N, What if he runs-”
“You heard. Let the boy go! He’s scared, and he needs to know he’s not our prisoner here. Come on, Aris.”
The girls step back, and Aris stands up. I gesture for him to follow me out of the hut, and he does. The second we are out, he does as I expected since seeing him: he runs.
“Hey!” I quickly catch up to him, getting ahead and stopping him with my hand landing hard against his chest. “You don’t wanna do that.”
“What is this place? Am I trapped? What’s that?” He points to the doors of the Maze.
“So many questions, greenie. All will be answered, I promise you.”
“When? I don’t understand. Why can I only remember my name… n-nothing else.”
“Listen,” I sigh. “It happens to everyone. None of us can remember anything. But, as I said, answers will come later. For now, all you need to know is that you are safe. As safe as you can be… for now.”
Aris looks up finally, frowning at me. “For now?”
“Yes.” I put a hand on his shoulder and meet his eyes. “Because I’m working on getting us out of here. And I will.”
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[Part 2] (second gif)
After escaping the Maze with Aris, as you promised,you get separated…
Arislooks at you from across the dining table. You smile in reply to his worried expression. You reach over and place your hand on the table. He follows, placing his on top of yours. “We’re gonna be fine, A. We made it out.”
“I know, I just…” He whispers, pulling down his hood farther. “I don’t trust this place.”
“Me either, not completely… but we have food, clean clothes, showers, it’s-”
“Y/N.” You jump, looking for the source of the voice calling your name.
“No.” Aris leans forward, slightly bending over the table. “Don’t go with them. Please, there’s something wrong here.”
“Y/N!?” You look in the direction the voice comes from, realising that it’s Janson. “Is she here?”
You stand up slowly, shaking. “Yes..”
“Come on up here.” You stay still, looking back at Aris again, unsure and scared. He shakes his head.
Your heart rate picks up as you look around at the other teenagers who all stare at you with jealous looks. Most of them are convinced that they are here to be saved, to be taken 'home.’ You glance around for exits, but every single one is guarded by two or three armed men. You feel the tears begin to well in your eyes as your hand clutches Aris’s tighter.
Then suddenly, you are jolted forward by two pairs of arms on either side of you. You glance at the two guards who start forcing you forward.
“No! Y/N!”
“Aris! Aris!” You yell.
The force they pull you along with convinces you that they are not good people. Your arms are being practically crushed by the guards’ grip on you, and they don’t even notice your tears or shouts of pain. “Where are you taking me!?”
“Move!”
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You follow behind a line of boys and girls. Each one disappears behind a curtain and then doesn’t come back. The line gets smaller and smaller, and you start to panic. Then one of the guards grabs you and pulls you aside. They turn you around quickly, clamping a hand over your mouth. You scream when the guard places a sharp object against the skin of your arm and slices long, jagged cuts into it. He then shoves you forward into view and gestures to another guard. "This one is injured. I’m taking her to get stitched up first.”
“Right. Be prompt.” A woman in a lab coat says.
The guard then takes you out into the corridor. You start kicking again. “Let go of me! Let go! Asshole, let me go!”
“Shh! Shh!” The guard pulls down their mask. It’s a woman, with black braided hair. “I’m here to help you. I’m with the Right Arm.”
“Help me!?” You show your bleeding arm, the red substance dripping along your skin and onto the floor. “You cut me!”
“To buy time. So come on, let’s go. Now.”
“How can I trust you!?”
She quickly reaches into her pocket, pulling out a rag and swiftly wrapping your wound. She ties a knot, causing you to hiss as the action makes the injury sting. “Follow me, and you will trust me. I promise.” You both start to run, the woman helping you along.
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[Part 3] (third gif)
Reuniting with Aris in the Scorch…
You gasp as you see him. He stares at you, standing between two taller boys, completely taken aback. “Y/N!”
“Aris!”
“Y/N? H-how?”
“Just come here!” You open your arms. Aris pushes through the boys, wrapping you in a hug. You cradle the back of his head, holding him as close as possible and planting a kiss on his cheek as you break away, one hand moving to cup his jaw. “I can’t believe it.”
“Me either. And you look so different.”
You glance down at yourself. Your hair is braided on one side, and it’s cut slightly shorter. You wear bottoms that have mismatched colour patches sewn into them. A scarf sits tightly, but not too much so, around your neck. “Not really. Just dirtier clothes.”
Aris chuckles lightly, his eyes flickering up and down your form. You could almost swear that you catch him blushing. “Can we- uh..”
“Yeah, let’s go catch up.”
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“Comfy enough spot right here, I think.” You sit together in front of a fire. “So, who are the other guys?”
“Uh, there’s Frypan, Newt, the girl is called Teresa, and then there’s Thomas, their kind of leader." You rub your hands together, warming them up. "He was the one who I talked to about not trusting that place. I told him about you and how you just… disappeared after they called your name. Then… he helped me get out.”
“Oh, so I suppose I should thank this Tommy for that later then.”
Aris looks up. “Why?”
“Why? We might have never seen each other again if he didn’t help you. And I missed you, A.”
“I missed you too. How’d you get out anyway?”
You chuckle, remembering. “There was a guard there who wasn't really a guard. She actually pulled a damn knife out and cut me… to buy us some time, and then we ran for it. She was a member of the Right Arm. They have groups who go in and try to get kids out… every now and then.”
You pull up your sleeve, revealing a few jagged, raised scars. “Harriet left some ugly ass marks. I would be mad about it, but she saved my life, so.”
Aris lightly touches one of the scars and then traces it with his fingertips. He moves up and up until his hand sits atop yours. You squeeze it, holding his hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t come back to you. We.. we didn’t have time. I wanted to, though. I kept asking, but it got too dangerous.”
“That’s okay, as long as you were safe. Thomas and his group helped me. It was a long journey, but we got here eventually.”
“I had no doubt that you could make it out… through the Scorch and…” Your voice lowers on the next words, “back to me.”
Aris smiles shyly. “I don’t know. I had a lot of help-.”
“No.” You interrupt him. “I always knew you were tough. Right from when you ran out of the med-hut that day.”
Aris turns shy, looking at his feet. “It kept me going. Thinking about the possibility that you could’ve gotten out. Or that if you didn’t… I needed to as a way of thanks for everything you’ve done for me.”
“A… I…”
“What?” He looks up again, and when your gazes meet, you can see the reflection of the fire in his kind eyes. He walks his hand over to yours, which lies flat against the ground and covers it, instantly making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. “Y/N, what?”
“I just, um- I think…”
“What?”
You sigh loudly. You are never the type to be at a loss for words. So instead, you dive into action, pushing yourself onto your knees and taking Aris’s face into your hands. You pause an inch away and feel him nod as his eyes flutter closed. The next thing you know, your lips are against his, delicate and sweet. “That…” You mutter when you pull away, cheeks hot.
“Oh.” Aris says, “well… that was nice. Thank you.”
“Yeah. Uh…” You nod before you both burst into a fit of laughter. Eventually, you both close the gap once again. You sink into each other’s embrace before falling asleep in front of the crackling fire.
Dove rubbed at his knuckles. They weren’t really sore, but there was a light layer of blood on them that smeared. It wasn’t his blood. In front of him, the guy he’d punched glared at him while holding his- most likely broken- nose. He ignored him in favour of Neptune. The other boy stood off to the side behind him, shielded by him, playing with his fingerless gloves with a frown. When he turned to him, making sure to keep the other guy in his peripheral in case he got the bad idea to attack him, Neptune’s eyes snapped to his.
“So why did I have to punch that guy?”
Neptune gaped for only a moment before he protested. “I didn’t ask you to!”
“You didn’t.” Dove shrugged. Of course Neptune didn’t, Neptune didn’t tend to fight unless he absolutely had to. ‘I’m a lover, not a fighter,’ Neptune had once told him. And he figured it translated into others fighting for him. But he’d seen the guy messing with Neptune and stepped in. “So why was he fucking with you?”
“He’s upset over all the female friends I have and won’t believe me that I’m not dating any of them,” Neptune mumbled, no doubt embarrassed. And no doubt unaware his constant flirting might be at least part of why the guy didn’t believe him. A much larger part was definitely the guy being a dick, though.
“He harassed you for something so stupid?” Dove said, letting a touch of anger seep into his monotone as he sent a look toward the guy who flinched. Neptune looked sheepish and Dove had to physically hold himself back from rolling his eyes at it. Someone could literally pour soup in his lap and he’d probably apologize.
“It’s fine,” Neptune said. Though he faltered when Dove turned the look on him. He looked at Neptune hard before he closed his eyes and sighed. Well, it wasn’t exactly how he’d wanted to do it. But it was something he’d wanted to do for a while at least. No matter what he wouldn’t regret his next actions.
“I know how to solve this.”
“You d-” Dove yanked Neptune down to his level using the scarf around his neck, cutting him off, and kissed him soundly. Before Neptune had the chance to do anything but flail he pulled away.
“He’s not dating any of his female *friends*. He’s dating me,” Dove told the guy pointedly, who looked just as confused as he assumed Neptune probably was. “Neptune doesn’t tend to lie.” Which was true, so Dove really hoped Neptune kept his mouth shut and let him handle it.
The guy looked between them, looking angrier that he’d been proven wrong than that Dove had quite possibly broken his nose. Then he huffed and turned away. His tart 'fine’ sounded off.
“You should get the nurse to look at that,” Dove said before the guy could walk very far, both a parting taunt and warning. A reminder that he *did* hurt him and could again. The 'worse’ could hopefully remain unsaid. When he finally turned back to Neptune, his eyes were already on him, wide and blue and bright in their intensity. For a long, almost drawn out moment Neptune just stared.
“Did you just ask me out?”
Dove tilted his head and shrugged after a moment’s thought. He supposed he did. Neptune’s fingers paused where he’d started to play with his gloves again and his mouth twitched a moment before he laughed. *Really* laughed. Sparks of indignation rose in Dove, but it was more mock than anything. He knew Neptune wasn’t laughing at him. Instead, he was likely laughing at the situation more than anything. Like an infectious thing, Dove could feel a few bubbles of humour rising in his chest and popping into laughter as he thought about it himself. Not even once had he considered he’d confess to Neptune and definitely not in such a way. Well, not like he’d take it back. “I did.”
“Oh.” Neptune looked surprised and finally looked away. Though now his eyes were on their shoes. There was a moment where neither of them said anything. He took off his glove to run a fingernail across the lines of his palm. “… yes, then,” Neptune said eventually. It was quiet, though. Too quiet for Dove to hear him.
“What?”
“Yes,” Neptune repeated louder. He looked back up to meet Dove’s eyes. That was one thing Dove really liked about Neptune. Even when he was scared or felt intimidated, he could still push himself to meet that head on. Though he still had trouble when it came to his thalassophobia. But even that, Dove could tell he was trying to face as best he could. “I’ll go out with you.”
“Okay,” Dove said. “Then this Friday night, movie and popcorn. I’ll pay.”
“Alright,” Neptune said and he smiled something small and sincere. Something that actually reached into Dove to make his chest flutter. Gross and gushy. But not so bad with Neptune, he supposed. He grabbed Neptune’s scarf to pull him down again and this time Neptune met him halfway.
Okay, I lied on my previous Month of Love entry - I guess that won’t be the only one I did for the month this year. :p For the final topic, “light.”
Got inspired by another painting (”Sycorax,” by Abdul Abdullah) and the initial idea for this popped into my head, though it ended up very different in the end.
Summary: Lan Wangji tried to look around, but found that he was immobilized. Not panicking, because he was a powerful cultivator who did not need to panic, Lan Wangji attempted to break the immobilization with his golden core.
Only to realize that his core, while intact, was blocked.
He attempted to move his fingers.
Nothing.
No matter what part of himself Lan Wangji attempted to move or wiggle, he received no response from his body.
Still not panicking, really not at all, Lan Wangji tried to parse what he could see in front of him, without moving his eyes.
There was a shelf that appeared to be almost half the size of Koi Tower in front of him, but before he began not panicking about that, he realized that no. The shelf was not a gigantic piece of furniture. It was Lan Wangji who was abnormally sized.
He had, in fact, gone from standing over two bu high, to measuring perhaps a single chi in length.
He was tiny .
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Lan Wangji began to panic. ** In which Lan Wangji is cursed to be marionette puppet and transported to a different universe, where he is picked up by an alluring and kind puppeteer with a mysterious past…
My comments: This was a gift for me ❤️!@therealfailwhale was my author for MDZS RBB @mdzsrbb this year, and look what they produced!!!
This one is a hoot from the very first sentence. It is fluffy and fun, and features a thirsty Lan Wangji who is so. FRUSTRATED. that his teeny size is preventing him from acting on his thoughts. Heh heh heh.
Lan Wangji is just happy he’s no longer wooden, okay; Wei Wuxian is entirely smitten; Jiang Cheng is shouty and confused; Nie Huaisang has secrets; and I am just along for the ride. Two world collide, herein, and the mashup is greater than the sum of its parts. (And. AND! This charming story was written for my art, for the MDZS RBB, and I’m so honored and delighted and happy about that. I want to share it with everyone.)
Excerpt: Wei Wuxian pulled Lan Wangji away from his chest and held him up to look into his tiny face.
“You hear that, you beautiful man? You’re coming home with me!” Wei Wuxian grinned widely, and glanced up at Jiang Cheng. “Didi! Meet my husband!”
“You can’t marry a puppet!” shouted Jiang Cheng, as Lan Wangji felt a desire to hide his face.
modern au, wingfic, tiny lan wangji, puppet lan wangji, POV lan wangji, parallel universes, curses, the power of consent and autonomy, Schrodinger’s nielan, sangcheng, size difference, so many innuendos about size differences, getting to know each other, falling in love, puppets, developing relationship, slow burn, crack taken seriously, angry grape jiang cheng, different first meeting, domestic, suppportive wei wuxian, protective wei wuxian, orphans jiang cheng & wei wuxian, thirsty lan wangji, family reunion, getting together, first kiss, fluff, happy ending, favorite
This story is part of the MDZS RBB 2022 which is currently posting over on AO3. Y'all go read and love!
Summary:Someone tried to set up Jiang Wanyin. Wei Wuxian took the fall - and key players took the chance to send him to prison to get too-smart-for-his-own-good Wei Ying out of the way. Thirteen years into his sentence, he’s released from prison and disappears. Three years after that: Lan Wangji finds him by chance. Unfortunately, he’s brought a fresh round of trouble with him. The two of them have to fix their friendship, fix a sabotaged airplane, and then fix everything else as it happens.
My comments: Starts with a bang, wwx running away and lwj tackling him into an undignified fight that goes all over the yard. There is A Past - a reason why wwx has been away for so long and is no longer a part of the aerial firefighting community, but rather a struggling mechanic and paroled felon.
While wangxian figure themselves out, sabotage and a continuation of a 20-year-old plot come to light. The climax moves fast and involves lqr being a dick, another plot, wwx being stupidly sacrificial, a wildfire and an aerial attack. Exciting stuff!
modern au, pilot au, aerial firefighters, angst, caretaking, doting lan wangji, self-worth issues, communication, sabotage, myster, case fic, affection, non-sexual intimacy, first kiss, love confessions, ouyang zizhen being a duckling, jiang sibling feels, xuanli lives, protective lan wangji, protective wei wuxian, attempted murder, supportive lan wangji, happy ending, @silvarbelle
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Summary:So there was this jar, and it had so much peanut butter still in it, and when his fox nose scented it and didn’t catch any poison or spoilage, what was he supposed to do? Not avail himself of this gift? No. He shoved his delicate little snout right in there and got to licking, but, you know… Elegantly. Definitely not snarfing and making horrible little fox sounds and rolling around on the ground while he went ham on the jar. Sure, he had to work a little bit to get at the last of it, but anything good is worth working for, right? So finally, triumphant, no longer starving, and maybe a little thirsty now from eating half a cup of peanut butter in about two minutes, he’d tried to remove his head from the jar.
Operative word tried.
Or: Wei Ying gets stuck. Lan Zhan helps.
My comments: Well, now, this was a hoot and a ride, due to being inside wwx’s head for the whole story (along with his colony of over-caffeinated squirrels and the eighteen trains of thought he has going in and out of his brain depot). He’s a feral cuddle-monster as a fox and an insecure and anxious human if he thinks too much, and there’s zero filter at all, so he often uses mouth words when no mouth words should have been used, and it’s hilarious.
Luckily, Lan Zhan is really *really* into that.
Excerpt 1: He thinks, briefly, about shifting into his human form. Would he just sort of… explode out of the jar? Or would he end up with his human-sized head stuck inside this fox-sized peanut butter jar? That is genuinely the most horrifying thought he’s ever had in his life. No fucking way. Shifting is right out! Not today Satan, not today!
Excerpt 2: He reaches one gloved hand in and murmurs, “Don’t worry, Xiao-gua, I’ll take you somewhere safe.”
Wei Ying dies a little inside and doesn’t think he can be blamed for it. Anyone would feel the same way after hearing that voice coming out of that face calling an angry possum “Little Melon” in Chinese. The possum apparently agrees, because it stops hissing and goes docile, settling into a corner of the box and blinking up at Hot Animal Hero with sleepy eyes. “Good job,” Hot Animal Hero tells the possum. “You’re doing very well.”
Wei Ying is going to fucking marry this man. Tall, hot, smells good, good with animals? He’s gone. He’s done. The crush he develops is instant and all-consuming.
fox wei wuxian, modern au, modern with magic, poverty, humor, chaotic wei wuxian, adhd wei wuxian, wildlife animal rescuer lan wangji, human/fox disaster wei wuxian, shananigans & hijinks, flirting, crushes, hurt wei wuxian, in that his head is stuck in a jar for a long time, caretaking, huli jing, shapeshifting, POV wei wuxian, THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY, insecure wei wuxian, protective lan wangji, thirsty lan wangji, empath lan wangji, touch telepathy, getting to know each other, getting together, meet cute, cuddling, first kiss, first time, scenting, scent kink, enthusiastic consent, hurt/comfort, communication, favorite
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Summary:When Jiang Yanli joins Jiang Cheng in visiting Wei Wuxian at the Burial Grounds, the two brothers are on the verge of cutting ties forever — until Jiang Yanli has a better idea. Wei Wuxian doesn’t need to leave the sect. He needs to get married, and she has the perfect Sect Leader in mind.
When Lan Wangji is invited to come along on Wei Wuxian’s visit to the Unclean Realm to spend time with his new betrothed, Nie Mingjue, he agrees — even though his heart is breaking. How else is he ever going to see Wei Wuxian again?
When Nie Mingjue welcomes Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji into his home, he realizes two things very quickly: 1.) They clearly want each other so badly they can barely stand it, and 2.) Nie Mingjue is Into That.
(In which arranged marriage to Nie Mingjue solves just about everyone’s problems)
My comments: Aahhh, this was a ship I never realized I needed in my life, but here we are. Author does it so well: in the context of the story, not only is it robust and believable, but it’s honest and loving and fun for all three of them. And if, in the process, the course of canon is changed such that everyone lives and the world is a brighter, happier place, than so be it. (Of course, there’s some angst and intrigue and machinations to get through first, but that’s requisite seasoning, imho.)
(Seriously. I’m very jealous and protective of my OTP wangxian, so it has to be a pretty special story if I’m willing and happy to share them with someone else. However, remember that your mileage may vary.)
canon divergence, OT3, niewangxian, raiarranged marriage, angst, pining, jealousy, but only briefly, POV multiple, courting, nie mingjue just says I’ll marry both of ‘em, flirting, golden core reveal, first kiss, first time, top nie mingjue, bottom wei wuxian, poor lan wangji has to wait a few months, fix it, domestic, friends to lovers, polyamory, fluff, xiyao, sect politics, jiggy being morally gray, sooo much threesome smut, light dom/sub, dom nie mingjue, dom lan wangji, sub wei wuxian, nie sect qi deviation issues, tenderness, joy, everybody lives, jin guangyao redemption, he’s a really interesting character, wen qing doing all the arcane and impossible medical procedures, happy ending, epic, podfic available, @giraffeter
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Kakuzu and Hidan finally meet for the first time after months of only talking over the phone and texting each other. Kakuzu hopes to take things slow and tell him about Fuu as soon as he can but Hidan has other ideas…
Same. One of the few things that disappointed me about the game is it often felt like the dialogue options for him were … a little lacking. And I don’t mean in the same general way they were lacking for *all* the men because you couldn’t romance them. Though, of course, I romanced most of them in my heart. I mean lacking in that, all too often, none of the options felt very nice to Mishima. Sometimes, it felt like I had to choose between being condescending or patronizing or mocking.
Let me be kind to him, damn it! He deserves genuine praise, gentle encouragement, and peck on the cheek! Maybe he wouldn’t have had his power trip in the first place if the guy he admired and wanted to help had had more options than to act like he was too cool for him.
Inspired by @hixystix’s fic, Hope for the Future –their first kiss shared on the Glimmer on their way to fight in the Battle of Jakku. The thought behind it is Kallus confesses, Zeb is a little shocked at first, Kallus takes it the wrong way and turns away, Zeb coming up behind and when he turns around bam! kiss… XD
Men and women will claim that they like all kinds of things about a person, but the number one most attractive quality is confidence. You can show this confidence through the way you partake in intimate exchanges. If you’ve read the body signals (they’re leaning closer, they’re initiating body contact and extending eye contact) this is a pretty sure sign that they’re waiting for a kiss. In the 21st century, it isn’t on the guy or the girl to make the first move, so if it feels right, go for it. Don’t show signs of hesitation, that’s pretty much the opposite of passion, and for the perfect kiss that’s a key ingredient.
