Fic Concept: Jaskier Is Restless To Get To Sleep Most Nights, So Geralt Tends To Drop Off Before Him.

hiii! for the ask game, an au where jc gets de-aged post-canon to his freshly traumatized 17 year old self? playing happy family in cloud recesses, wwx is brutally pulled out of his ‘the past is in the past’ bubble when he finds out. for extra knives, maybe wn tells him

1. I think it should be JL, and not WN, who tells WWX. JL is invested in JC (and in JC and WWX’s relationship)! WN is mostly invested in #getwreckedSLJ.

WWX doesn't really understand what JL expects of him - WWX’s heart leaped when he understood the content of JL’s letter, and his belly twisted as though he was going to be sick, but he managed to calm down enough to write a reassuring letter back to JL. (Surely that was what JL expected, right?) WWX had to sit on his own hands to keep from doing something stupid like grabbing a sword and flying off, and then he had to ask to LWJ to distract him, because it keeps buzzing, buzzing under his skin.

There's no new letter from JL. WWX forces himself to think it means everything went back to normal. And makes himself distracted (he loves his husband!) before his mind trips down the path of what if not. (JL wouldn't write then. He'd show up.)

2. There’s no second letter but JL shows up. WWX, who's been thinking that there was no reason for JL to come but if things had gone worst with JC, doesn't know what he looks like when he sees JL and doesn't really register the sound of people sliding their swords out.

“You have to come, why didn't you come! I had to leave jiujiu because you weren't coming, and I'm going to have to return to Jinlintai once I’ve brought you back, so grab your things, shibo. Oh, you don't need to take much, LP will put you up with what you need. What matters is going back so jiujiu can see you.”

JC is alive. JC is alive. Once the news break through the dull rushing sound in WWX’s ears, tension he didn't know had frozen his body seeps away.

The Jin disciple accompanying JL puts his sword away, under the misapprehension that WWX isn't ready to leave right away. LWJ says WWX’s name and presses his arm, and WWX nods fiercely. No time to waste, is there? Now JC wants him there.

3. There’s a disciple of YMJ as a welcoming committee when they fly down, or maybe two; WWX doesn't pay attention, he leaves JL and LWJ to deal with them - “hey, wait!” JL yelps, “do you even know where you’re going?”

WWX’s feet slow, stop. LP is changed. WWX isn't even sure JC left the infirmary where it once was.

JL catches up with an annoyed, worried huff. He sounds just like JC. “Here, this way.”

4. JC looks– JC looks.

WWX’s legs give up from under him.

JC looks at him with an intense frown, features almost twisted in desperation - WWX’s name on his lips. WWX scrambles on the ground, knees banging on the polished wood, fingers feverishly untangled as he reaches for the long-lost shape of WWX’s shidi, crumpled as discarded hopes, slight as a memory.

“You– why are you here?” JC's words fall like stones on WWX’s bones before WWX can reassure himself JC’s real. “They told me you live in Gusu. You don't even look like yourself, why did you come back?”

How like JC! One thousand words to cut through WWX like one thousand blades. WWX ignores him, fists his hands in JC's robes, presses his face against JC’s thighs. He needs to feel the warmth of JC’s body, make sure he’s not a ghost, not a dream.

JC's hand on his shoulder, shaking. WWX is suddenly reminded of JC’s hands pushing him down, this same JC throttling him. It feels like the last time they touched, did JC ever touch him after that, did WWX let him?

5. “I’ll fix it – I promise, JC, I’ll make it right,” WWX breathes, recklessly, helplessly. How easy it is to fall back into these old, dizzying habits!

JC’s eyes are full of shattered distrust and cloudy hopes, like he’s been told WWX lies, like he still believes WWX first.

kissed by fire - i couldn't stop thinking about an inverse of commune jayce, so have a viktor covered in forge grease and soot fingerprints

I wish kinky sex ed wasn't so stigmatized even among left-leaning "sex positive" circles. Everyone's all "uwu I'm a sub I'll do anything you ask" okay mommy wants you to read The New Bottoming Book so you learn how to sub without hurting yourself since your sex ed up to this point is porn and your ex boyfriend Jared who liked to choke you incorrectly

Not Eskel and not even Regis but this is truly one of my favourite images ever. It's just so beautiful, I love their pose, how they look and how they are looking at each other.

My personal headcanon is that Aiden is older than Lambert and initially takes him under his wing, only to fall for the fiery young wolf.

I love them so much! (Now I need to go find all the Aiden/Lambert fics, especially the "fix it" ones)

We'll always be together, right? by Sayuri527art

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you know that scene that introduces us to jiang cheng in present time with jin ling and lan wangji, where we’re kind of lead to think ‘god what a dick’? yeah listen, say whatever you want but he’s actually way calmer and more diplomatic than i ever would be. if i had a kid and a dude made him shut up like that i’d deck him, no hesitation

Hey author! I can't choose, it's too difficult! Soo I'm giving you this awesome opportunity to choose! 😁 (Or do everything your call no pressure)

A= aftercare

R= Risk

T= Turn ons

H= Hair

U= Unfair

R D Dirty Secret (please choose this please choose this pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease)

Oh my God, Anon well done!

I hadn't noticed that it formed ARTHUR until I started writing.

A: Arthur never does things by halves. After the intensity, he's infinitely gentle. He lies against you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your temples, rubbing his nose against yours. He checks that you're breathing well, that you're comfortable, that you've got water, a tender word on the lips. I love you, I'm here. You've been wonderful. Tell him what you want, and he'll do it. And when you fall asleep in his arms, his chest will swell with the quiet pride of having taken care of you like no one else ever will. Because you're his.

R : Risk? He doesn't care, as long as you agree. He could very well drag you to a risky place, kiss you against a wall, hands and lips wandering, dirty words that shouldn't be said in public or outside a bedroom. He flirts with the limit, but only if you agree - because in his world, you come first.

T ; You're what's driving him crazy. Watching you blush, hesitate… then surrender to him. Feeling yourself give in. Your nervous little movements, the moans you barely hold back, his name on your lips. He's obsessed with the sensation of being chosen by you, again,and again. And yes, the idea of filling you, of keeping you, of binding you to him in a way that no one can erase, makes him completely spin.

H ; He loves your hair, gently pushing it away from your face when you're sleeping, wrapping it around his fingers when you're both lying against each other. pushing it over your shoulder to kiss the back of your neck. He usually has his hair under control, but in the act it's a mess and he likes you to run your fingers through it.

U : Arthur doesn't always play fair. He knows exactly where to put his hands, where to press his gaze, what to say to make you yield or plead. He can be devilishly slow, provocative, and perfectly calm while you lose your head.

R D : Arthur has fantasies he'd never express unless prompted. Despite his calm, controlled appearance, he wants to let himself go. To be led. To be undone. Sometimes he imagines you taking control, gently but firmly, while he tries to behave, to be a good boy while you tell him what to do. He loves the idea of being laid bare, in every sense of the word. But it also terrifies him. What if he disappoints you?

Everyone knows Jayce is obsessed with touching Viktor. People around them have bets trying to guess how many times Jayce will touch Viktor in one evening, it’s the most common pub game in Piltover.

One night the men go out to a pub for drinks, and Viktor is wearing this oversized black t-shirt which is slightly shorter than normal - you can’t tell at first, and Jayce doesn’t realise either - and they all watch him realise when both men are at the bar and Viktor leans over it a little with a laugh to grab the bottles when the barman just waves for him to take them. Jayce nearly breaks his neck the way his head snaps to look at Viktor’s suddenly uncovered back. People watch them, existential crisis obvious on Jayce’s face as his eyes keep on moving back and forth from Viktor’s waist to the ceiling as if he’s praying which is making everyone laugh. Obviously he’s touched Viktor’s back and waist many times before! But when it was covered with a shirt at least…

The Gods answer him quickly by placing another man to Viktor’s right who flirts with him. Before people can make another bet, Jayce’s hand wraps around Viktor’s waist and pulls him close to himself. They do notice Viktor straightening up with a little twitch as if a little shiver ran down his spine. Well. Jayce’s hands must feel pretty rough on his sensitive skin after all.

Everyone talks the next day how Jayce didn’t take his hands off Viktor for a whole night.

you know those fics where S2 Jayce meets S1 Viktor and falls to his knees and cries, yeah, i'm normal about them

bro cmon a few bounces on it never hurt a friendship

14 years and 20+