#M!A Amnesia

[game-weaver]

"You may not remember me.. but I assure you.. we were once very close." Grinning at the smaller as he came into view. "As your friend.. i'd have to tell you this.. The people closest to you are hiding some *very* important details from your life. Perhaps you should... ask them."

He blinked. "As...my friend? Who are you? I-I'm sorry I don't remember..." He tried to remember this mans face but, just like the others, there was nothing. Not even in the little fragments he had gotten back. "But.." He rubbed his arm. "I mean everyone has secrets, right? Maybe it's for the better?"

[dilutedaspirations]

Bonk! M!a Your memories are gone for the next 48 hours! Hope you're in a safe place~❤️

It feels like...Your head is splitting open. There's colors and sounds and gosh your head! Your...

Huh. There's something that's making sound. It takes a bit to focus, but eventually you see through a gilded soupy lens a person. Woman? Hard to tell. They look scared. Their mouth keeps moving and you feel cold metal against your... skin? It's hard to make heads or tails of anything.... Tails. Something moves at the end of your body, a limb you didn't realize was yours until you started moving it.

Oh. The person is talking again, and you mumble out a weary...

"Who are you?"

[game-weaver]

"In my dreams? Maybe," he said and sighed. "That would be nice though I think." He said and smiled a little, thinking about seeing his room and hopefully how peaceful it might have remained. It was hard to say though, considering the mess his head was right now, did that reflect on his very soul?

At Atem's question though he looked up. "Please?" Was that too quick an answer? He blushed softly. "I don't want you to go," he said, hugging his knees. "I-If you want to stay." Atem chased the bad away and right now… He wanted to be selfish.

He wanted to feel safe, like nothing else would hurt him.

Was... Atem being that obvious? He thought he was hiding it quite well throughout all of this: the memory loss, the reverting back to his partner's timid self, the scare of losing him at the park, and the impending storm of emotion that would come at the end. Was he not hiding it well, or... hiding it at all?

"Again, one day at a time. One fragment at a time. You seem to have remembered a little bit of your memory, at least about us, so... that's good." He said that as if this process was going to be a long trip. Nope, not at all. But he didn't want to scare an already timid (and probably worn out from the stress of the near scare at the park) Yugi.

"Who knows? Maybe you might remember something... in your dreams, perhaps? Or you get to see what your Room looks like? If you'll have me for the night, I'd like to stay here with you."

[heartfulselkie]

Kaleidoscope AU 🐞 (Kwami Swap Amnesia AU)

For some reason Ghostbug is very insistent on making sure that Adrien is getting some sleep and eating regularly. Not that he minds... It's actually kind of nice that someone is paying attention to him as a normal human being rather than a fashion advert or role model superhero.

And Ladynoir totally weren't dating in the forgotten timeline. They just have a lot of feelings for each other that never got fully addressed

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 TXF Fic Rec #42: "Universal Invariant" by Syntax6

It’s rare to find a novel-length, all-encompassing fic set in season 1. Today’s fic is exactly that: a celebrated classic exploring a ‘what if’ scenario where Scully’s deleted live-in boyfriend, Ethan, sticks around. The story begins with Scully’s assignment to the X Files in the ‘Pilot’ and concludes with her return from abduction in ‘One Breath’.

We get to experience the M/S dynamic right from the very beginning, watching their partnership evolve from suspicion to trust, with a repressed, burgeoning attraction. In Syntax6’s skillful hands, you know what that means: lots of delicious, in-character UST.

Ethan plays a major role, adding to the emotional tangle. The ‘Other’ character is often reduced to a flat plot-device or crudely villainized, but Syntax6’s characters are always likable and sympathetic. She writes the best ‘/Other’ plot in this fandom, enhancing the journey to MSR.

It’s a lot of fun to see how the story neatly interweaves with canon episodes, a hallmark of Syntax6’s writing. What’s more, She’s best known for her case files, and there’s a strong original casefile tossed in the mix, which I enjoyed immensely. And we get another of her signature moves: a very hot, well-written sex scene with explosive intensity, placed at the perfect spot in the story. She really does it all, and makes it look effortless.

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🥏 on author's site

author: @syntax6 length: novel, 80,000+ words season: season 1, early season 2 pairing(s): M/S UST, Scully/Ethan, Mulder/Other tags: AU, episode-related, casefile, angst, Mytharc, abduction arc, jealousy, amnesia, good OCs rating: explicit/NC-17

tagging @today-in-fic

[tesco-finest-aromantics]

if you tell someone with memory problems that they’re “too young” to have bad memory you are being ableist. end of.

[game-weaver]

He watched her, sitting very still, but then he gently touched the top of her head. Okay, not so scary. It still didn't make sense to him but who was he to question right now. He didn't remember anything. "Thanks... For visiting me." He said softly.

'Rrrt'

Her head lifted seeing him relax a little helped her relax. Moving closer she lowered her head apologetically just in reach for him to touch if he so chose.

Confused? Did it have to do with why he couldn't remember her.

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Lokius. A tipsy Mobius with no memories ends up swiping through a dating app and finds an intriguing woman (who's totally Loki).

The lights in the room were making his head ache and he frowned, taking his phone out of his pocket. He flicked through his apps looking for a distraction when his thumb stopped, hovering over an app he didn’t remember downloading. Clicking on it brought up a photo of a blond smiley man, and Mobius began swiping through, unsure what he was looking for. Each man and woman that passed by was beautiful, but none of them made his heart flutter like he was sure it used to. He flickered through each one and was about to click out of it when a black-haired woman with green eyes and a devious smile made him pause. It felt like she was looking out at him from the screen, and with his heart thundering in his chest, he matched with her and closed the app, praying he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself. He took a large gulp of his whiskey, then put the glass down before it slipped from his sweating palms. “What am I doing?”

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[stardustinthesky]

How could I love you? I don't even know you!

[ask-the-archs]

I’m not readyyy😭😭

*Gabriel just Looks at MJ, confused*

[game-weaver]

"This isn't....But you're a dragon-" Then he tilted his head. A card in his deck? He did remember something about cards and he had found a deck somewhere. Turning he went to retrieve it and flipped through them until he got to the right one.

Gandora the Dragon of Destruction.

He looked at him wide eyed. "H...How can you...be here." He asked. "Y-you can't be real-" He hissed as his head throbbed and pressed his hand to it. "I don't understand anything..."

Sending the tremors over the threshold of the windowsill, the dragon withdrew his head a breath. It was unusual, if not wrong, that Yugi should be nervous around him. He thought he was dreaming? No memory? Well, that explained it; the place reeked of sorcery. Whoever was responsible better pray Gandora did not find them.

He did chuckle at the idea of being his subconscious, however.

'You may have a command over dreams, but this is not one. I cannot travel to the dream world, and I am not your subconscious. I am Gandora, you can find my card in your deck. We are a team and I check in you every now and then. I usually help by destroying your enemies. I regret that I did not come sooner, to protect you from the one who cast the memory spell.'

[game-weaver]

"Ah." He noticed the position and sat by him. "You know... I've got plush toys myself. I don't suppose... You would be okay with a little Kuriboh plush for a bit?" Yami pulled a small one out of his bag. He tended to carry something like this around. A sort of stress reliever as a just in case. Today it was a kuriboh. "You okay? Seems like something's on your mind."

Yugi eyed the kuriboh and gently took it, hugging it close. "He's really cute," he said. But then her lowered his eyes at the question. "Just thinking. I had a bad dream last night and I'm trying to make sense of it. And then I had weird visitors."

[dilutedaspirations]

Ugh my head still hurts

But Miss Crowley is so nice!!

[kanthonyficrecs]

Featured Fic (Canon Divergence)

To Build A Home by WaterlilyRose Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Anthony Bridgerton is missing. His family hunts for him with the mounting certainty something terrible has happened to him.

[game-weaver]

Yugi had a feeling he knew what the answer was going to be. Atem didn't say 'partner' in a sense like a partner for a game, or simply as best friends. There was a look in his eyes, a hurt so profoundly deep when Yugi hadn't recognized him. Even in his own state, he had recognized it. That's why he apologized so much, aside from feeling like a burden.

But it was so much more than his memories being gone wasn't it. It was their past together, their history, it was erased. He could understand how hurt Atem must feel. More than friends or not.

And then Atem reached out, brushing away his tears and he couldn't help leaning into that touch. Before inhaling in surprise when he leaned forward and kissed him. Even though he had had an inkling that this was the case, he couldn't help the way his blush crept up his face and to the tips of his ears.

It was so tender, soft. He almost didn't dare breathe. Though after a moment of sitting frozen, he returned it tentatively. Shyly. Just as shyly as their first kiss might have been. Then Atem was leaning back again and apologizing. Yugi touched his fingers to his lips, still a bit shell shocked. Reaching out, he cupped Atem's cheek and shook his head.

"N-no…I asked. I…I had a feeling. It's hurt, since you came here." He admitted, gripping over his heart. "Like I'm missing something. But it stopped when you hugged me. I'm so sorry that I'm like this b-but…But I trust you. I know you wont let me get hurt or stay like this. Even though I'm not strong, especially right now, you're here for me."

"..."

Oh. He wanted to know... that.

Never mind how he looked or how his shirt looked from his partner crying into his chest. To hell with that. Yugi had to ask one of the most difficult questions. Not because of the answer, that was simple. What made it hard was the emotion behind it. All this time Atem was focused on pushing back his own feelings and emotions, just so that he could be strong for Yugi. He never swayed from that. But now...

Just... give him the honest answer. That's what Yugi would want from him... right?

Right?

"Telling you, I'm afraid, won't be enough." Atem swallowed, trying to steel himself, knowing that he'd break at any moment. "It's best that I show you."

That was when he leaned in, moved a finger to wipe away any remaining tears left on his partner's-- no... his fiancé's face. And with a small and silent apology... gently pushed his lips against Yugi's.

It was soft and gentle, but also sad and painful. His own way of reaching out to Yugi, not with words, not with the Link, but with the one thing that Yugi always told him that it was okay for him to have: his emotions. Up to now, he wanted nothing more than to just wrap up Yugi in his arms, shower him with affection and love, and tell him that everything would be fine, that somehow he'd fix all of this. But he can't. Yugi was right, this did hurt him. No matter how much he tried to push it back, that soft kiss right there just brought all those feelings to the surface. Maybe... past the surface, as he was unaware of how his own face looked when he pulled away, watching for Yugi's reaction.

"Ah... Sorry... for that."

[umbra-borealis]

MAAAANY years ago, one of my first ever OCs was a Sly Cooper OC called Rico. I don't have art of the little fiend anymore (it's THAT old) but he was a comfort blorbo, so I'm dusting him off! Here's a quick concept doodle~