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[hils79]

Potential AU Ask: PangCan + Steampunk/Sky Pirates?

OOH FUN!

Of course Wu Xie is the captain of his airship, funded by Xiao Hua because a ship is expensive to maintain. They fly around in search of important relics to take back to the capital so they don't fall into the wrong hands

Pangzi is in charge of canons/explosives, Xiaoge is their best fighter, Liu Sang is in charge of navigation, Wang Meng is their provisions guy and Bai Haotian is their relics expert. Sometimes Hei Xiazi tags along if they need some extra fighting power or if Xiao Hua needs a break from his infuriating husband

Wang Can is part of a rival crew and is sent to assassinate Wu Xie. Obviously it doesn't take and he ends up captured and locked in the brig.

Everyone keeps talking about how weird it is that Wang Can looks exactly like Liu Sang, apart from Liu Sang who doesn't see it at all

Pangzi insists on taking food to Wang Can every day, mostly to keep an eye on him but also the kid is too skinny. Don't the Wangs feed their crew? And because it's Pangzi he talks to Wang Can every day about inane things that it's safe for Wang Can to know. Eventually Wang Can manages to escape, but to his shock he realises that he doesn't actually want to leave. He's got used to being fed and talked to like he's an actual human being and not a tool. He gets adopted by Wu Xie's crew and ends up in Pangzi's bed of course.

Send me an AU prompt and I'll tell you 5 fun things that would happen

[merinnan]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Next fic from me and @xantissa​, using the same setting as xantissa’s Shifter Verse fics!

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: 盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers' Chronicles - Xu Lei盗墓笔记重启 | The Lost Tomb Reboot (TV) Relationships: Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling, Liu Sang/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling Characters: Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling, Liu Sang Additional Tags: with a brief appearance by Wang Pangzi, Alternate Universe, AU of an AU, Post-Canon, Shapeshifting, Animal Traits, Animal Transformation, Brief Mention of Mutilation, tomb adventures, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, established relationship (pingxie)

Something flickered through Liu Sang’s eyes and he turned away, busying himself by pulling a stethoscope out of his backpack.

“I can use the sound of the explosion to get some more details of the cavity under us,” Liu Sang said, not looking at either of them and kneeling down on one knee. He put the stethoscope into his human ears and pressed the end to the ground. His fox ears shifted forward, angling at the ground in a kind of look that was honestly almost too pretty to bear. Wu Xie tore his eyes away from the ears to Zhang Qiling and exchanged a helpless look with his lover, who also looked very charmed by the fluffy menaces.

“Clever,” Zhang Qiling murmured, almost too quietly to be heard if Wu Xie had been standing any further away, and he had to nod in agreement, his still gaze drifting back to focus on Liu Sang as the shifter readied himself for the explosions and what they might tell him about the underground of this area.

The first explosion was enough that it startled Wu Xie, but didn’t seem too loud. He smiled down at Liu Sang, who wasn’t even looking at him, and was about to say that it wasn’t so bad. He never got to say anything, though.

The next explosion ripped through the air, still far away but not really expected. Liu Sang made a small sound of distress but didn’t move beyond shifting the hand holding the stethoscope pressed to the ground.

Another explosion ripped through the air, sounding much closer to them than the two before, and Liu Sang flinched.

Wu Xie thought that that was it, that they were done, when another explosion sounded, closely followed by a fifth and a sixth, each boom sounding closer and closer to them. The ground vibrated like the surface of water under their feet, making Wu Xie stagger. Liu Sang was curled up, hands trying to cover both sets of ears, his fox ones pressed tightly to his head. Wu Xie staggered again and let himself fall to his knees, discarding politeness and reaching for those tightly pressed down ears, trying to cover them with his hands. The explosions weren’t stopping, more and more of them ripping through the air, each one sounding closer and closer. Wu Xie’s own ears were ringing and the ground was shaking like it was an earthquake going on, making everything feel unsteady and almost liquid.

He saw Liu Sang snap out of his curled up position, face pale and eyes were wide. His mouth was open, he was screaming something, but Wu Xie couldn’t hear him over the din of the explosions. In the next moment the already shaky ground suddenly lost all firmness, feeling more like water than anything else. It was a curious moment of clarity that hit him - the vibrations of the explosions had destabilized a weak part of the ground that was no longer capable of holding his weight.

He didn’t manage to even yelp, the ground opening up under him and sucking him in almost violently.

Read the rest on AO3!

[geekinthefuschiahair]

I'm deciding I was tagged by @kholran and @mistresspandorawritesthings as a writer friend and I want to hint at some fun stuff I'm working on.

Rules: post the last seven sentences of your latest project (meta, fic, any other writing).

Instead I'm gonna post seven random sentences not to spoil anything too much.

"Nice tae meet ye, John." Christ, he's a Scot. His accent was smooth with strong punches on harsh syllables--Highland, perhaps?--and Grey cursed his traitorous cock twitching beneath his shorts at the liquid tone. Fraser extended his large hand, forearm covered in freckles against his lightly tanned skin. This man surely didn't suck cock for a living without a camera present… The wasted opportunity was another thing that added to his list of annoyances so far. And where was he naturally tanning this time of year? Grey cursed his own alabaster skin.

I hope to finish and post that soon for Cocoa and Kink over at the @lordjohngreyreadingnook!

"I… thank you for your candor. Your honour is not in jeopardy, Fraser. Buck up." John chuckled slightly, despite himself and Jamie looked shocked that he was capable of such a thing.

"Aye, an' neither yers." There was a long beat between the two of them as they caught their breath before Jamie spoke again. "Ye didna answer mae question, though mebbe I wouldna let ye but I--I'll stop now."

John took his time, letting his emotions run over his face before he chose to speak. "There's nothing in the world I want more than you but it would truly be ruined, every part of it, if you were unable to look me in the eye afterwards. No. Better to have the fantasy, perhaps and your sincere friendship in reality."

That's from a Helwater missing moment that's half done and I'm struggling to finish just due to the emotional content. But I'm super excited about it anyway and it should be posted within the next month, I'd guess.

This couldn't be more separate in his mind or more incredible. Had Jack Randall's ghost finally been banished from his mind by his desire for this surprising man? Not entirely, he knew deep down but it helped. And the power John wielded today was arousing and more of a balm to his soul than a sword at his neck. This man meant him no harm; the complete opposite in fact and Jamie knew if he let him then he'd experience even more unbelievable pleasures in the Governor's arms. He'd almost ruined it with his fury and didn't deserve such a thing in the slightest but he wouldn't turn John away again. If he was brave and kind enough to forgive him that transgression then Jamie could only go on a search to find the most appropriate and pleasurable way to say thank you.

And finally, something else I expect to be posted soon if I don't get it posted before the end of the month for Cocoa and Kink. An Ardsmuir fix-it for a scene that was begging for some kinky smut to truly complete it.

Just to spice this up, feel free to ASK ME QUESTIONS about anything upcoming that you're interested in!

I tag @levisqueaks @iihappydaysii @angstosaur @narastories @faeriesfanficblog @i-dwell-in-darkness

[xcziel]

@kholran I hope you don't mind I used your gif for a calling card, it's just too delicious 💕

thank you for all the lovely gif sets!

[hils79]

Shipper Tag Game

Tagged by @kholran and @killerandhealerqueen. Sorry this is so late.

What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

My first ever Buffy fic was originally supposed to be Buffy/Angel. Then I decided Buffy/Spike was a far more interesting dynamic (this was back way before it became canon) and I never looked back.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

I always say it was Buffy/Spike because that was the first ship I wrote. But if you want to go waaaaay back to when Hils was very small it was probably Scott/Charlene in Neighbours.

3. Your first fanfic was about which couple?

Oh dear I've already answered this. Yeah, it was Buffy/Spike

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw fanart of?

Weirdly I think it was Jack/Norrington from Pirates of the Caribbean. My time in the Buffy fandom was mostly spent on mailing lists and forums which didn't really have fanart functionality.

5. Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

I don't think so but I have definitely bitched among my friends about ships that I don't like. Which is how it should be. Keep your discourse private and let people do what they want.

6. Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?

I do but I'm not going to talk about them here for the above reasons. I'm sure some of you know what they are.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

I'm currently halfway through a KinnPorsche fic which I really need to finish but I've been distracted by reading books.

Wait, no, that's a lie. I've been reading a stack of Ateez RPF on my phone during my lunch breaks. I think the last one I read was San/Seonghwa (which isn't really a pairing of mine but I love the author so I read everything they had written)

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Iron Triangle and HeiHua

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Not really. Quite often I lose interest in a ship once it becomes canon (unless it's a BL drama)

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

I wouldn't say dislike but it took me way longer than everyone else to get into HeiHua. I only really started reading them after the movie came out.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, would've been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

I mean Buffy/Spike was toxic as fuck once it became canon. And there's a rarepair I used to write which is actually super gross now that I think about it. I'll say no more on that.

12. What is your favorite crack ship?

I don't know if I have one? What's the difference between a crack ship and a rarepair?

13. What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

Either Buffy/Spike or Dean/Castiel

14. What do most of your ships usually have in common?

PINING

15. What you absolutely hate in a ship?

Lack of communication and leaping to assumptions. I really hate 'oh no the object of my desire talked to another person they must be in love with them'

I tag: @pangzi @strandedchesspiece @thesilversun @silver-colour @forerussake aand whoever else wants to play.

Just FYI I've been tagged in a whole bunch of stuff recently (and not so recently) so I'm slowly trying to finally answer them. Apologies for the upcoming spam I'll try and spread them out a bit

[hils79]

nine people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @kholran Thank you friend!

last song: My Way - ATEEZ

currently watching: Love Tractor, Mysterious Lotus Casebook, The Director Who Buys Me Dinner

current obsession: Still DMBJ and I'm sort of teetering on the edge of The King's Avatar fandom

tagging: @pangzi @fan-man-huaisang @strandedchesspiece @s1utspeare @psychic-waffles @foxofninetales @killerandhealerqueen @lynne-monstr @alxina

[merinnan]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Today’s update! @xantissa​

(and thanks to @kholran​ for the gif!)

“Have we got anything that can slow them down?” Wu Xie shouted over his shoulder at Pangzi. Ahead of them, Liu Sang could hear forking corridors, one with skin soldiers and one without, and started tugging Wu Xie towards the one without as soon as it came in sight.

“I don’t...wait. Jinx! Give me your camp stove!”

Camp stove? Liu Sang glanced back to where the item in question was strapped to the side of his pack. They’d all initially carried one, but the flood of water on the first day in the tunnels had rendered the things utterly useless. While the other three had ditched theirs as unnecessary weight, he hadn’t felt comfortable with just leaving things behind in the tunnel and had kept it strapped to his pack, forgotten until now. He didn’t know what Pangzi had in mind for it, but if it would slow down the skin soldiers and give them some respite to reach safety… He reached back, fumbling with the strap, and Pangzi reached forward to grab it before it fell.

“Keep running!” the fat man called out cheerfully, getting a grin on his face. “Xiaoge, cover me!”

Zhang Qiling shifted his stance slightly to keep the soldiers off of Pangzi as well as keeping them from Wu Xie and Liu Sang, while Liu Sang heard Pangzi smashing the camp stove against the stone walls as he ran until he’d broken it open. He could hear bits of plastic and metal falling to the ground, then the unmistakable smell of fuel as Pangzi evidently opened the fuel canister.

Even through the adrenaline and fear of being chased by undead soldiers, and having almost been skewered by them at least twice, Liu Sang felt his blood run cold at that smell that still haunted his dreams.

Then he heard it being splashed on cloth and leather, and the smell filled the corridor even more, overwhelming his nostrils, reaching right into the depths of his mind to drag out memories he had tried and failed for years to bury and forget, and he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him, or the way his heart sped up even more and his breathing became ragged in a way that had nothing to do with running or adrenaline, and everything to do with a far more primal fear.

There was the sound of metal scraping of stone, then the far too familiar whooshing sound of fuel catching fire, of fire catching on clothes, on accelerant. It was right behind him again, it was filling his ears, his nose, and there was something around his arm, something holding him. The stone corridor melted away, replaced by the four walls of the house he grew up in. He was being held again, the room was on fire, and he was going to burn.

Liu Sang screamed, ripping his arm free of whatever it was that held it, and ran.

[merinnan]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers' Chronicles - Xu Lei盗墓笔记重启 | The Lost Tomb Reboot (TV)终极笔记 | Ultimate Note (TV)怒海潜沙&秦岭神树 | Explore with the Note & The Lost Tomb (TV)

Relationships: Jiang Zisuan & Liu Sang, Liu Sang/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling, Liu Sang & Wang Pangzi, Wang Pangzi & Wu Xie & Zhang Qiling

Characters: Liu Sang, Jiang Zisuan, Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling, Wang Pangzi

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, idiots being idiots, Canon-Typical Violence, prickly kitten and feral cat, prickly kitten and guard dog, Angst and Humor, Angst, Humor, Grief/Mourning

Summary:  The story of the cats and dogs friendship between Liu Sang and Jiang Zisuan, and how the truth about A-Ning's death was revealed.

“Dinner and alcohol?” Jiang Zisuan quirked an eyebrow as he stepped back to let Liu Sang in. “Look, if you’ve got tired of those old men you call boyfriends, despite what people think I don’t actually swing that way.”

Liu Sang didn’t even bother to dignify that with a response as he headed straight to the tiny table and put the bags down on it before taking out the containers of delicious-smelling food. “Does this place have bowls and glasses, or are we making do with the takeout containers?” he asked instead. He could hear the tiny snort from the sniper, who began taking out the required items from one of the room cabinets.

Liu Sang filled the bowls as Jiang Zisuan passed them, the smell of delicious food filling the ordinary hotel room, so delicious that his stomach growled in impatience. Even the usually unaffected Jiang Zisuan was eying the dishes with more interest, even going so far as to pick up the bit of beef in green beans that fell out onto the table and eat it with his fingers, his eyebrows going up at the taste. Liu Sang knew how good it was, he’d had that dish before. He’d literally licked his bowl clean afterwards.

They didn’t actually speak beyond pass me this or that until at least half of the food was demolished, and Liu Sang had had to surreptitiously reach down and open the button on his pants because he felt like it was going to burst. Jiang Zisuan was apparently in possession of an additional stomach or five, because by the time Liu Sang was done and unable to eat one more mouthful, Jiang Zisuan was still going strong.

“This is terrifying,” Liu Sang said eventually, watching the sniper hunt for the last bits of lamb shoulder. “Where do you put it all?” he asked eventually, feeling grossed out and fascinated. It looked like Jiang Zisuan and Pangzi could compete with each other about how much food they could eat in one go.

Jiang Zisuan rolled his eyes, and without putting down his chopsticks lifted his left arm and flexed, his powerful biceps straining the black shirt dangerously.

Liu Sang snorted, but conceded. Jiang Zisuan did look like he could bench press Liu Sang and not even break a sweat.

Liu Sang reached for the first bottle of alcohol and opened it. It smelled faintly sweet and fruity and he poured them both a glass.

“So, what’s the occasion?” Jiang Zisuan asked, finishing the last of the meat and hunting for the last remaining grains of rice in his bowl.

Liu Sang lifted the cup in a wordless toast and drank it. He needed that boost before he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Jiang Zisuan raised an eyebrow again as Liu Sang laid it on the table and pressed PLAY.

“Can you tell me what happened to A-Ning?” His recorded voice sounded strange to his ears, and he wasn’t sure if it was the recording itself, or just because he was listening to his own voice. Jiang Zisuan immediately went still, almost scarily so.