"Please, forgive the interruption, Jin gongzi," said Zewu-jun, smiling politely, "but if your conversation isn't urgent, there is something I would like to discuss with Su... Minshan."
The pause was probably not detectable to anyone who hadn't spent significant time dealing with the Lan. But Su Minshan caught it. Was it that her former sect leader didn't remember her courtesy name, didn't think she was worth the courtesy but didn't want to be rude in front of a peer, or that she had settled on the courtesy name to avoid having to recognize Su Minshan as a peer and sect leader in her own right? Typical Lan condescension no matter which one. Su Minshan didn't have time to decide whether dealing with the withering contempt and hatred of the person she had looked up to for so long was better or worse than dealing with Jin Zixun's direct insults and posturing. Jin Zixun looked between the two of them, his permanent sneer giving his face an ugly cast. Clearly he hadn't listened when his mother warned him about making faces and getting stuck like that. "I was just educating this upstart on the proper etiquette towards her superiors. As her former sect leader, shouldn't you have done a better job?"
Zewu-jun's smile was no longer polite. "Please, Jin gongzi, allow me to remedy my error now. Su Minshan?" She gestured for Minshan to join her and turned to indicate she was leaving. This was like being in a burning house and bandits waiting outside. On the one hand, maybe if Minshan insulted Zewu-jun in front of Zixun, helped him put her in her place as he so clearly wanted to, maybe it would earn her points with the Jin. On the other hand she would have to deal with Jin fucking Zixun.
Minshan gave the most cursory of bows to Jin Zixun and followed Zewu-jun across the plaza, scowling to herself. Probably she was going to be sternly told all the reasons she shouldn't dare ever raise her head in public again, and she might even have been willing to take it from some other headbanded lout, but she genuinely was not sure she had the patience to pretend that the sect leader who had abandoned them all to die had a leg to stand on when it came to righteousness.
"Please don't mistake me," said Zewu-jun, softly, no longer smiling, "I have no desire, now or ever, for your company. Nor have I forgotten what you did. But nobody deserves the attention of Jin Zixun."
Minshan stopped in her tracks. "What?" She was about to ask where Zewu-jun got off, or if she was drunk from that one cup of wine she'd been made to drink earlier, but Zewu-jun cut her off.
"He's still standing there. We should at least pretend to polite conversation until he's gone. Unless, of course you want to--"
"Oh, please!" she scoffed. "He's the worst."
"Mn." said Zewu-jun. "It is a belief off mine that no one is born evil. I must say I am deeply indebted to Jin gongzi in this matter. It is important that, when adhering to a universal principle, one make sure it is truly universal, and not make exceptions. And on the question of whether or not someone can be born evil, Jin gongzi has sorely tested my convictions every time we have met. Really, I should thank him."
"That," said Minshan, reluctantly impressed, "might be the meanest thing I have ever heard." Zewu-jun cut an annoyed face, and any messy hint of camaraderie she had started to grudgingly feel vanished. "Who would guess that the great sect leader Lan is so ready to insult anyone. Not even the Jin sect is safe."
The irritated glint in Zewu-jun's eyes hardened. "Oh, Su She can rest assured that sect leader Lan would never insult an innocent party, and, should she do so accidentally, she would be quick to apologize."
Bullshit. "I bet he hasn't even done anything to you," she said, knowing she was being unfair and not caring in the slightest. "The first jade of the Lan. It’s not like he would dare offend you."
"One thing about Jin Zixun is that he will always dare, provided of course that he is certain he will bear no consequences for his daring. As I think Su She knows quite well."
Zewu-jun's tone was curt, and there was a note of distaste in her voice like she'd stepped in manure. Minshan had never seen this woman be so outrageously and obviously rude before. Hanguang-jun, yes, but everyone knew she thought herself above manners. She felt like she was watching Lan Xichen transform into someone entirely different. Someone more like her than Lan Xichen would like. Someone she would probably be disgusted to learn she was capable of being if she ever had to face it unequivocally. It was fascinating. Minshan wanted, suddenly, to see how far she could push it.
"What if there were consequences?" she mused, glancing at where Jin Zixun stood on the opposite side of the plaza, berating a trembling servant. Lianfang-zun had had that same subdued and frightened look in her eyes earlier, when he'd given her the same treatment.
Smiling wistfully, Lan Xichen said "That would be nice to think about."
"We can do better than think," said Minshan. What better way to get back at this high-and-mighty, holier-than-thou hypocrite who threw her birth name around and looked at her like she was dirt for not doing anything she hadn't done herself than to drag her down off her pedestal, rub her face in the fact that she wasn't any better. "What he did to you at the banquet, such an insult to your sect. You can't let that stand."
Lan Xichen sighed. She considered a moment, opened her mouth to speak, thought better, and closed it again.
"He was bragging, before you got there, about how Hanguang-jun is so weak she had to get someone else to drink for her, and that if she'd drunk even one cup of wine, she'd have turned into a wanton sing-song girl." None of that was true, but who needed truth when she could make Lan Xichen’s nostrils flare in rage, make her lip curl, make her do all these subtle things that made her perfect face look so fucking ugly?
"Do you want to know the worst part?" Lan Xichen muttered, full of venom. "If I wanted to, I could drink him under the table."
"Bullshit," Minshan snorted. "You Lan don't drink, and even strong cultivation can't--"
"There's a trick I invented for handling that. It effects me no more than water unless I want it to. Why do you think I was willing to drink at the banquet?"
Either way, she realized, this would work out for her. Either Jin Zixun would be humiliated in an elegant turnabout, or Lan Xichen would fall victim to her own arrogance. "So then why don't you?" Lan Xichen was about to explain in some patronizing way why she of course could never, so Minshan pressed on. "It would be easy. He'd jump at the chance to get you alone and drunk. He'd never see it coming. And even if he told someone, he'd be the asshole who couldn't keep up with a Lan, and a woman. Besides, nobody would believe him."
Lan Xichen was silent for a long time. Across the plaza, Lianfang-zun emerged from the hall, a flash of kindness in this gilded snake pit. Jin Zixun turned when she spoke. They were too far away to hear what he said, but close enough to hear he was yelling at her in much the same way as he had the servant. "You know, clan leader Su," said Lan Xichen in a pensive voice, "I think you may have a point."
For this week’s Terminology Thursday we’re celebrating those fics which you know are (sometimes) kind of terrible, but just seem to scratch the right part of your brain: Idfic!
What makes an idfic is different for everyone: it’s not exactly good fic or badfic, but it’s compelling because it satisfies particular kinks, either sexual or emotional. This could be a crackfic which follows a ridiculous premise to its silly conclusion, or a fic about something you might consider “wrong” in real life but love in fiction — as long as it appeals to your id!
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Sometimes, when stressed, we don’t have the energy to actually write the story we want in a way that works for us.
So instead, tell me about your iddiest id fic you haven’t written.
(Note: I know fandom sometimes conflates “iddy” with “kinks you don’t necessarily admit to outside of AO3,” and it can be that if you want, but I really just mean the story of your heart that is emotionally fulfilling on a disproportionate level. IDC if it’s gen, I just want to know the story you tell yourself that makes you happy.)
(Also note: I don’t care if I know the fandom. I don’t care if I know you. I am just in the mood to be around people wallowing in what they want, and perhaps that is you today?)
Thank you very much for the asks, anon! I appreciate you muchly!
I actually already answered the first two (favorite fic trope, and fic that left me inconsolable) over here. As for the last one…um.
💡 Tell me a headcanon (and who you wish would write it)?
The thing is, I…I kind of did it wrong. I accidentally wrote an entire blow-by-blow of the scenario I want. Which isn’t really what I was supposed to do at all. But now that I’ve written it I guess I’m gonna post it? Lol. So here’s one bit of Starker headcanon that I am wildly obsessed with:
Caught In The Act
I want to see Peter and Tony in a secret relationship where they’re desperately in love, but Tony is also a complete wreck because he is fucking his eighteen-year-old mentee, and it is the best, hottest, neediest sex of his life, and he can’t seem to stop, and oh my god he is a sick, awful person. And Peter is just taking every single thing Tony gives him, and trying to give as much back as he can, and trying not to think about the fact that when Mr Stark ends this, he is going to break. And they’re not really talking about things the way they should, because they’re both convinced they are inappropriately invested in this thing, in each other. And they’re still in that frantic, perpetually horny stage where they can’t keep their hands off each other, and whenever they’re alone together, level-headed decision-making goes out the window and they end up fucking in some random places.
Which is how they end up getting caught in the act by almost all of the Avengers.
I don’t know the specifics of how it would happen. The tropey version that’s easy (if maybe a little unbelievable) is that the Avengers throw Tony a surprise party, and they forget to tell Peter about it. So Peter and Tony think they’re alone in the Tower, and that everyone is away doing various Avengers things.
So yeah, maybe they start frantically making out in the elevator on the way up to the Tower, because they just can’t wait. And Peter is so busy trying not to come immediately, like he usually does, that his senses don’t pick up the presence of a bunch of people in the Tower’s main room.
Bonus points if they are actually fucking by the time the elevator doors ding open and reveal them there: Peter’s head thrown back, mouth gaping open, riding out the tail-end of his first orgasm, his naked legs wrapped tight around Tony’s waist—and Tony standing clothed between Peter’s pale thighs, pinning him to the wall, his dress pants pulled down just enough to free his cock so he can pound into Peter like they both need.
And there stand like six or eight of the Avengers (with noise-makers and party hats, if we really want to milk the horrifying absurdity of the situation), utterly speechless, in various states of shock, confusion, and dawning horror.
Extra, extra bonus points if Peter sees the others first, and gasps, “Oh god, M-Mr Stark,” to try to alert him that they’re not alone—so now not only do the Avengers know Tony is fucking his teenage protegee, they know Tony is fucking his teenage protegee who still calls him by an honorific.
But the crucial part that I’m really here for, is how Peter and Tony react. Because after several long beats of horrified silence, Tony just crumples. As soon as Peter unwinds his legs from around Tony’s waist and stands—a bit shakily—on his own, it’s like Tony withers. Like someone takes the spine right out of him.
As far as Tony’s concerned, he has no defense. Whatever they’re all thinking, whatever they think should be done with him, he deserves all of it and worse. At first he’s standing in front of Peter, shielding him. But one of the others tells him to step away from Peter, as though he’s a threat to Peter, and he hesitates but he does it, because maybe he is a threat to Peter. He honestly has no idea anymore.
Peter still doesn’t quite understand exactly how fucked up Tony is over what they’ve been doing together, and thus doesn’t have the context to properly understand Tony’s reaction. So for Peter it feels kind of like abandonment—the way Tony withdraws so completely, even while he’s right there. And Peter is just standing there in nothing but a geeky t-shirt, holding the rest of his clothes in front of him, still shaky from the orgasm he had literally a minute ago. Vulnerable as hell.
Then the questions start.
And not all of the Avengers are taking it badly, but a couple of them are. And Tony’s not defending himself at all.
Peter watches Mr Stark give these flat, horrible, wrong answers to the painful, awful questions the others keep leveling at him…and outrage begins to flare inside Peter, strong and fierce.
And okay, this entire thing is way too long already so I’ll try to truncate things a bit, but basically, Peter tries to interject, but it isn’t working. Everyone is really shaken up and reeling, and Tony’s complete refusal to defend himself isn’t making things any better. And it doesn’t take long before things get heated enough that one of the others gets in Tony’s face—angry and accusatory. (Let’s be real, it’s probably Steve. I don’t hate Steve, and it could totally be someone else, but let’s just say it’s Steve for now.) And there’s a moment of crisis where Steve reaches for Tony, probably not to hit him, but who knows for sure. And Tony, thinking he’s going to be hit, just waits for it.
But then suddenly, Peter is between them, and he pushes Steve back—not violently, but a little harder than he means to. Hard enough that Steve lands on his ass a couple of paces away. And Peter just stands there, squarely in front of Tony, like an animal defending its mate. Peter’s not even sure if Mr Stark feels for him half of what he feels for Mr Stark, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is the hollow, defeated, hopeless look on Mr Stark’s face, which Peter has to do something about, because he can’t bear the sight of it. So Peter stands there in front of Tony, like, Nope, we’re not doing this, I won’t let you keep doing this. And he’s either in his underwear or still naked from the waist down, but he isn’t even thinking about that. It doesn’t matter right now.
And Tony’s like, “Kid—” all croaky and awful, and tries to usher Peter back. But Peter won’t budge. He looks straight into the group of Avengers, and basically tells them as plainly as possible that he loves Tony, absolutely and without any doubt. And if they have questions, he’ll willingly answer them in a bit.
Then Peter turns to Tony, and touches him tenderly even though Peter himself is shaking. And for the first time with people around, Mr Stark touches Peter back, just a little—equally gentle and even shakier than Peter. And then, silently, Peter draws Tony back into the elevator.
After a second, Tony says, haltingly, “I don’t—where do you want to go, Pete?” And Peter says, “With you?” like it’s the simplest thing in the world, but also the least certain. So Tony tells FRIDAY to take them up to his quarters.
Gently, Peter holds Tony by the arms, front to front, and leans into him.
And for just a second as the doors close, Peter looks back at everyone in the main room. He doesn’t look angry or even challenging, but he does look determined, and strong in a way that none of them can quite define when they think about it afterwards.
END SCENE
All the details of this scene are as-yet very poorly thought out. A lot of it would probably change if I were to actually write it (and obviously a lot of elements would change if someone else did). This is just the general gist. As for who I’d want to write this scenario, or a version of this scenario with the details retooled—I’m sure it’s a surprise to no one that my first answer is Ride To Church Anon. I mean, who am I kidding, there are already elements here that are clearly inspired by both Covet and Revelations.
That said, “caught in the act” is, IMO, a massively under-used trope in this fandom, and I would love to see just about anyone’s take on this basic concept.
I’m writing an Eyeshield 21 slavefic called Once a Runner, and trying to update every other day. NOTE: MAJOR ARCHIVE WARNINGS APPLY.
In today’s chapter, Hiruma didn’t think anyone would dare treat the Devil Bats like this...
Side note, today also makes the 1-month mark since I started writing this fic! It’s been such a good, brain-wringing time, and I can’t believe I hit 35k words already. Thanks for reading!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types, Marvel
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson
Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson
Additional Tags: One Shot, Corset Piercings, Piercings, Light Dom/sub, Light Sadism, Consensual Kink, Kink Discovery, Id Fic, Established Relationship, Established Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, POV Wade Wilson, Needles, Mild Daddy Kink, Aftercare, Bubble Bath, Kink Negotiation, Good Communication is my kink, Bottom Peter Parker, Top Wade Wilson, Self-Discovery
Summary:
Peter stumbles upon the existence of corset piercings and can't wait to try it out himself. With Wade's help, of course.
This was never supposed to be more than a One-shot, but now it’s turning into self-indulgent kink negotiation/kink exploration. WHOOPS?
My sister loves Lestat and won’t quit talking about him (which isn’t a bad thing, I’m never quiet when it comes to Dean Winchester) and I’m considering reading The Vampire Chronicles. (She’s finished the series.) Is there anything I should know going into the series? Thank you! ;)
I don’t watch Supernatural so I can’t really compare Dean and Lestat, but from the gifs I’ve seen, they both have a kind of flippant and bubbly nature, and they both have a lot of bravado to shield their vulnerability. So you might like Lestat for being like Dean, and if so, I would suggest you start with the Vampire Lestat rather than Interview.
VC is basically id fic, it could even be considered porn. To my mind, VC is a more elevated version of the bodice-ripper trashy romance novels that you see at supermarkets, with some substantive stuff mixed in. Anne Rice writes the books she wants to read. It’s the AR lollercoaster.
Fanlore has a quote about Id Fic that I think applies to VC, too:
The idea is that Id Fic panders to the Id, or that part of us that likes things that aren’t always moral or ‘correct’ and bypasses a lot of our moral constraints and strictures. So they might just have like a lot of rape in them, or non-con, or ‘dub-con where the character eventually enjoys it.’ They might have things that we *know* are wrong in real life, but really dig in fiction: like captive/captor, or magical healing cock, or really dangerous powerplay, whump that is just extreme, or even just really unsafe kinks (like no signs of safewording ever). Id Fics used to be considered a ‘guilty’ pleasure, but there’s been a lot of work to reclaim them…. The Id is the Loki of our minds, and nothing’s gonna change that. *g* And indulging it in fantasy and fiction is both normal, healthy, and fun. :)
^So that would be what I’d want ppl to know going into the series, that if that bothers you, then you might not like it.
As Tom Cruise put it so eloquently, “The movie is not for everyone.” No value judgement there; the movie and the books are just not everyone’s cup of tea, which is totes fine.
