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pascaloverx · 7 months ago

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Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Seventeen — Season Two

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

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In this chapter, we have an extra character called Enzo, whom I'd like you to imagine as the actor Enzo Vogrincic. And for those who enjoy the fanfic, I appreciate if you reblog or like. To the readers who supported a new season of this fanfic, my heartfelt thanks. I will be writing more chapters like this one or even shorter, as long as you continue to engage and enjoy what I'm writing.Let me know what you think of the new chapter, and happy reading to all of you ❤

chapter sixteen final chapter

Days later you will look for your mother to tell her the good news. Not that she'll think it's a good idea. In fact, Pedro and you were going to tell him when some preparations were ready but some paparazzi photographed him buying the ring. Now you have to tell your mother who basically already imagines that you are going to get married.

"Do you think she will like the gift?" Pedro Pascal asks as he drives, a little nervous about asking his mother to bless your union.

"She loves cooking, I think she'll love that her son-in-law thought of buying some more practical kitchen utensils so she can cook without much effort." You talk and kiss the cheek of your fiancé. He seems to feel more confident after what you say.

"And we arrived. Don't forget that you promised to support me while I'm talking to your mother about the wedding." Pedro while parking the car, you think it's funny. He seems more nervous now than when he's preparing for some important audition.

"Are you that scared of my mother?" You ask making fun of Pascal. You take your bags and some gifts he brought to please her.

"Maybe. Last time we were here, you kissed your ex in front of me to prove that you were over him. What will we have to do this time?" Pedro's concern seems to be justified and honestly, you know that your mother will not easily accept that your happy ending is not with Enzo.

"Mi amor. There's nothing we have to do this time other than be honest. Yo te amo, tu me amas. We are simply here to inform my mother of this. Did you understand?" You say to Pedro Pascal as you drop your bags in front of your mother's door and kiss him.

"¿Planeas calmarme con un beso y hablando en español cada vez que esté tenso?" Pedro speaks naturally as soon as you stop kissing. You spent two months learning Spanish to surprise him.

"I intend to use Spanish to my advantage at any time. If you're going to marry me, adapt." You say, kissing Pascal on the cheek and pressing your mother's doorbell.

"Wow, you guys decided to come here and invite me to the wedding. I thought I'd have to watch it on television." Your mother says it being super dramatic. You smile and enter her house, giving your mother a hug as Pascal puts your bags inside the house.

"Mom, no drama. Pedro came here to visit you with me just to talk about the wedding." You say while hugging your mother.

"It's a pleasure to be at your house again Madam Y/M/N. I wanted to take the opportunity to deliver some gifts to you." Pedro says, handing over the utensils he bought. She looks at him a little suspiciously.

"We are not in the last century, you don't need a dowry to marry my daughter. Just ensure that she will be loved and respected for as long as your marriage lasts." Your mother speaks, shaking hands with Pedro as if they were closing a deal.

"I promise that I will respect and love your daughter until after the duration of our marriage. Which I hope lasts until our death separates us, to be clear." Pedro speaks while looking your mother in the eyes. Your mother smiles and hugs him.

"Now that we are friendlier, we have some wedding stuff to talk about." You say watching your mother and Pedro hug.

"I hope you know that I will be the one walking my daughter down the aisle to the priest." Her mother speaks and you look at her.

"Mom, Pedro and I aren't getting married in a church." You start to speak but Pedro touches your arm gently.

"Actually, we can think about getting married in church too. Ideally, we would get married in a discreet ceremony." Pascal speaks all understanding, while you look at him thinking he is trying to please your mother.

"And another thing. I'd like some grandchildren. No big deal, one or two would be nice." Your mother speaks and you almost gasp in surprise. Pedro thinks it's funny.

"I would like to assure you that this is not in our plans but we will take your recommendation into consideration." Pascal says embarrassed and you look at him disapproving of his answer.

"We're not going to take anything into consideration. Mom, whether you accept the marriage or not; you can't make demands. Pedro and I don't think about having children. I suggest that if you want grandchildren, adopt some." You answer and your mother looks at you disapproving of your answer. Pedro has a good laugh and then becomes embarrassed again. The rest of the time, you have fun trying to plan the wedding. And eating your mother's delicious chocolate pie. And all the while, your mother managed to treat Pascal like her son-in-law without remembering that he wasn't Enzo. You finally seem to be heading towards your happy ending.

tag: @wanniiieeee , @hungrhay and @leilanixx

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youhideastar · 9 months ago

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For the fic rec game, if you still feel like it: 😂🔁✨🛳️

😂 A fic that made you laugh out loud

Early Returns by rageprufrock, 15,500 words, Inception, Arthur/Eames, newsroom AU

This is the fic I rec to friends who have never read a fanfic, but it's also a fic I read like once a year because nothing, nothing has ever made me laugh this hard. The jokes are so good that I still laugh out loud, after reading them at least ten times. Bonus: you really do not need to know anything about Inception to read this fic. Still not convinced? The summary is:

Thinking that a reporter genuinely likes you is pretty much on par with feeling like you really are special to that stripper.

🔁 A fic you’ve re-read several times

i could bite my tongue by astrolesbian, 3000 words, modern AU wlw!Wangxian

I have lost count of the number of times I have re-read this fic, my beloved comfort object, in which Wei Ying confesses her love and then freezes up during foreplay because the stakes feel so high, and she and Lan Zhan talk it through so lovingly and carefully, and the last line is peak peak peak romance and waaaauggh I can't handle how soft and wonderful this fic makes me feel!!! Plus, there is an equally sweet sequel!!

✨ A fic you wish you could read again for the first time

If they caught you by @feyburner, 6000 words, Tian Guan Ci Fu/Heaven Official's Blessing

TGCF is hard to write fic for. The vibe is so specific. Most fics that try to match it fail; you're usually better off intentionally going for a different vibe than canon. This fic, however, gets it exactly right. This is Xie Lian. This is the humor, and the sorrow, hand-in-hand. I bawled. My chest hurt so bad. I was smiling through my tears. I needed a hug. I've re-read this fic and it's still damn good, but nothing will ever match the absolute wrecking ball of that first read.

🛳️ A fic that brought you aboard a new ship

Gift of the Magi by astolat, 4000 words, Person of Interest, Reese/Finch

This fic has a lot to answer for: before I read it, I knew nothing of this pairing, this fandom, this canon--and after it, I devoured all 5 seasons of the show and damn near all the fic this small fandom has to offer. I read this one on a whim because I love astolat's writing, of course, and then it was like a sickness, I needed more. 😂 So anyway, curses upon this perfectly constructed jewel box of a fic for what it did to me, and I now pass that curse along to you, O reader!

Fic rec ask game post!

#fic rec #ask game

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pellucid-constellations · 8 months ago

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I just have to say, thank you so much for the azriel fanfics you’ve written. I only recently discovered acotar this April and once I got through the first book I devoted the rest if the series.

I was dealing with a tough time this second semester in college for me between medical issues and general depression. But after reading acotar and your works, my mood immediately began to brighten and I’ve been feeling like myself again.

So thank you, for sharing this gift here. It might not seem huge to some, but I recognize the value of small gifts like this that people stumble across at sometimes the least expectant moments. It brightened my day, and for a stranger to be able to do that for someone random, even if not intended, I see that as a true blessing that is lacking much in our current world. Have a good one!

- a new but true follower 💜

Hello :) It really means so much to me that my fics were able to bring you some happiness ❤️ I also turn to reading when things are difficult, and it makes me so happy that I was able to give you a little bit of that brightness. And it is even more special that you shared this with me! It makes me want to write more!! I hope your year turns around and I'm sending you love and wishes for health!! ❤️❤️

#asks

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whitedarkmoonflower · 1 year ago

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5 things that make me happy

tagged by @synindoodles Thank you so much! I must admit I'm not in a happy mood lately, so my first reaction was to ignore this. But then I thought a bit and damn, it was exactly what I needed - to think about all the nice things in my life that do make me happy. So thank you once again for tagging, it drew me a bit out of the little swamp I'm drowning right now.

So to make it short:

My family – being my man and my children. They are the most precious gift I have💖

My two fluffy grey cats 😺 Mr. Rocky and 😸Lady Victoria. The embodiment of character strength and persistence, when it comes to waking me up at 5:00 AM to demand breakfast

Reading books/ fanfics and lately also writing. Writing is an absolutely new discovery for me, and I revel in this new experience that I can taste thanks to this space and you guys, who read from time to time what I have written

Sports. 💪 Don't laugh! I have never been a fan of sports apart from watching it, and then once of a sudden I let my friend to talk me into going to gym as her training's buddy and now I'm completely drawn in. I still hate the silly bouncing around under loud music, but I love lifting weights. I promise to post some before and after pictures at some point later 😅

What's left? Ah, yes - my two beloved fictional husbands (yes, I'm supporting polygamy when it comes to fictional love 😂) Sihtric and Masema.

I'm so blessed to have all this and some more smaller and bigger things that make me happy, but the objective was to list 5, so I had to prioritise 😍 I'm not tagging anybody, as I have seen so many of you already have done it, but if you see this on your dashboard - consider being tagged. It's really worth reflecting! 💖💖💖

#personal #tag game

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fragilecapric0rnn · 2 years ago

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sen! (may i call you sen?) your fics are a godSENd. i don't know if you know this but four ScorE aNd SEveN years ago there was no "Cheerleader Steve Harrington". shocking, i know. it is thanks to you that we have been blessed with this gift. aSEN. your greatest gift is your ability to insert your favorite characters into ScENarios so unlike the one they were born in, and yet, you do all of this without loSing their charactErizatioN. you allow them to travel between time and through space while keeping their esSENce so close to your chest. many are the AUs where our beloved "BlorboS" are unrEcogNizable, but your works are the very proof that it is possible to allow said "Blorbos" to be themSelvEs in New and unfamiliar SEttiNgs. your voice ShinEs through it all and i will Never tire of hearing it. 💗

Pink Heart Anon (pinkie? can i call you pinkie? i'm gonna call you pinkie) - it should be said that i am impressed with the amount of wordplay going on here and that i am so touched and honored to have received this love letter from you :') THANK YOU THANK YOU for your kind and generous words <333

I try very extra hard to keep the characterization and the essence of the characters fully intact as i write these AUs.

isn't that what fanfiction is about?

rather than completely doing away with them to the point that they become knock-off OCs that only vaguely resemble the source material (both in physicality and personality) if you squint, turn your head, and take your glasses off - don't you think the goal of fanfic should be to expand on the characters as we know them? as they are?

shouldn't the goal of fic writing be about taking the characters we love and exploring their canonical traits?

at least, that's my goal with fanfiction.

thank you again, pinkie 💗 your words made me giggle and my heart flutter 💗

anonymously (or not) tell me what my specialty as a fanfiction writer is

#ask game #didn't expect to go off like this but it happened anyway #just really sick of certain people who write AUs giving people like ME who write AUs a bad rep #newsflash: you can keep characterization intact if your a decent writer who gives a fuck abt the characters NO MATTER THE UNIVERSE #if you think this is pointed IT IS

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djarinsbeskar · 2 years ago

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Stitches has been such a fantastic read! I plan to re-read it on my next trip to pass time during travel. I only recently got back into reading fanfic and re-awakened my tumblr, and Stitches is one of those that helped inspire me. It’s been a nice “break” from the world. Thank you for sharing & blessing us with your talent. I haven’t written fanfic since I was in JR high yeeaaarrsss ago but fics like yours have inspired me to write again.❤️

Hi sweetheart!

Thank you so much for this 🥺 honestly knowing that Stitches got people back into reading or even inspired people to write their own is the most priceless gift I could ever hope to receive.

Please tag me if you do write something! I'd love to boost it and give it a read if I'm able!

#stitches!reply

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baronaliswritingcorner · 1 year ago

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Regarding Fandom Gift Exchanges

(UPDATE - 10/10 2024 - With the Felannie Exchange under its new management, my boycott has come to an end. While I still abstain from fic exchanges for the reasons entailed below, this means an end to my fandom vacations as well as my being able to read exchange fics again. Do note, however, this'll still come with caveats -- please read this post for more details.)

Regardless, for context, I'll be leaving much of the following post intact. Updates are applied where applicable.)

Hey, all! Fair warning: there's fandom drama afoot in this post, but as I'd like to elaborate upon a leave of absence next month, it's kinda an unavoidable subject. If you'd rather skip all that, just know I'll be gone from 2/7-2/21. Hit me up on Discord if you'd like!

So, for those not in the know, I'll be taking a two-week vacation from fandom beginning next Wednesday (2/7). About twice a year or so, I disengage from the hustle and bustle of fanfiction to recharge my batteries, annnnnd this'll be one of those times. For clarification, this means I won't be around Tumblr/Bluesky during this time, so in case you notice I've dropped off the face of the internet, well, now you know why.

For those wondering, yes, this means I'm not participating in the Felannie fic exchange; actually, I'll be upfront and admit this timing's no coincidence, because you won't see me participate in any fic exchange events. Ever.

Why's that? As it happens, I entered said fic exchange some years ago -- my very first one, in fact -- and it was nothing less than an unmitigated disaster that not only completely destroyed my faith in the exchange process but very nearly ruined fandom for me. Having come off a miserable year-long adjustment period to fandom -- wherein I felt unappreciated and unwelcome in the unfamiliar realm of AO3 -- it became apparent I had to set some hard boundaries if I were to continue writing fanfiction; unfortunately, this is one such measure, and I don't foresee it going away anytime soon.

I'm sure some of you are curious about what happened; honestly, I'm hesitant to get into the "why" if only because I'd rather not ruffle any feathers on old grudges (as you'll see below, I hold an certain opinion that I know has set people off in the past), but as there's certain layers to this particular boundary, I feel it's necessary to provide some context. To summarize in three points:

1. I'm Not Being Ghosted Again. During that exchange, I spent two whole months writing a gift for a recipient I'd never met. This piece -- Waking Dream, which I still consider my Felannie masterpiece -- grew beyond my wildest dreams. It was like I was possessed: I could only watch as my fingers danced on the keyboard, typing out idea after idea, cracked gag after gag, illustrated metaphor after metaphor -- all breathed into life as a three-chapter 15k fic.

An epic fake-romance-turned-real. My very best work. Penned even under the rigors of my father's (thankfully treatable) cancer diagnosis. Meticulously designed word-by-word with, to their blessing, alterations to the recipient's original request. Daydreaming day and night of how much they'd love it. All this for someone I never knew, and my recipient responded to my passion by ghosting me.

Given the whole "year of misery" thing I just mentioned, you can imagine the heartbreak I endured.

Writing fanfic is already a stressful risk -- no one idea's guaranteed to find an audience, and it's a huge struggle molding any idea into the written word. With that in mind, the gift exchange's additional burden of expecting someone to express the basic courtesy to thank you is too unhealthy of an ask, and I'm absolutely not risking that outcome again because some asshole doesn't know when to cut ties with fandom fatigue. It's one thing to say there's little one can do about it, but regardless of the circumstances, it magnifies loneliness/rejection in what should otherwise be a celebratory event and that's just an unacceptable outcome no matter how you slice it.

2. Anonymity and I Are A No-Go. (Warning: Hot Take Alert!) While I respect the idea of post-reveal anonymity on the grounds that it provides private writers an "in" with these events, I personally don't care for the practice and I'll be quite frank in how its general treatment as an unspoken rule directly contradicts how these events are marketed. (Putting it this way: why bother with the guessing game mystery when such cases slip through the cracks after the fact? Just rip the band-aid off and be open about it so people know what they're getting into.)

To make this absolutely clear: people's reason for privacy are their own, and I don't begrudge them for that choice. But as someone who regularly struggles with fandom anxiety, I view the appeal of such events as natural avenues to bond with the community -- be it solidifying familiar bonds or making new friends -- and it's only natural to expect as much given how all that's baked into the concept. (Not to mention the thrill of the mystery.) I recognize how cold and entitled this may sound, but I simply can't meet that goal with an anon gift.

Needless to say, having just come off the ghosting sh*t, I wasn't thrilled this wasn't divulged beforehand. I'd elaborate on how things escalated -- I don't think I need to describe why "I'm not interested in sharing that rule and I'm sorry you didn't consider that beforehand" is a hollow, unempathetic apology displaying a shocking lack of humility and responsibility -- but while I won't pretend I handled that fiasco perfectly, there are reasons why I can't get into detail.

We can argue all day over what, exactly, a fic exchange entails, but the point here is that like anyone else, I'm not one to enjoy having the rug pulled under at the very last minute. Call me invasive if you must, but it's not my job to deduce unspoken caveats and I don't apologize for feeling misled.

3. The Feeling's Mutual. In case this wasn't obvious, I maintain strong objections to how the moderator runs things, and I'll leave it at that. (UPDATE - 10/10 2024 - this was in reference to the prior moderator.)

So, that's that, really.

Since that whole mess, my approach to fandom is that I approach projects that I can control. For instance, the variables involved with fic exchange events proved themselves too risky or incompatible with my tastes, but could there exist a compromise? You betcha: I'm always up for gift exchanges or fic collaborations between friends! In fact, I've done two since then -- Love, Elusive and One-Hit Knock-Out. With receptive partners eager to join hands, there's next-to-zero chance of anything going wrong, so I can happily write fics at my leisure. (Helps they both made a big splash, too! Some of my fondest memories.)

To clarify, yes, this unfortunately means I won't be reading anything from the event. I want to make perfectly clear that while the fic exchange is a huge sore spot for me, I don't begrudge anyone for entering it; seriously, go off and have fun. Really! I encourage it. My problems with the exchange are my own and the last thing I want to do is ruin everyone's fun. All I ask is that you respect my boundaries in turn and please, please don't take this personally.

Really, I wish things were different -- honestly, jumping through these hoops to stay engaged with fandom can be exhausting, and you'd be correct in assuming I'm still wrestling with some serious emotional baggage (enough, even, that I still wonder if it's all worth it) -- but I know this is my own problem to tackle and this is the healthiest method in handling it. In case you want to reach out to me, I'll still be on Discord, so hit me up or message me for my information!

#fandom drama #fandom retreat #i love felannie but the fandom can be really exhausting/unempathetic #fic exchange

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lamialamia · 1 year ago

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Hi there! Secret Santa back with a second message for you.

First of all, thank you for your answers last time, they have been very helpful! I’m still in the process of outlining your fic (I randomly got a shit ton of new ideas and have spent this morning organizing them into a semblance of coherence). It’s been so fun to build this world for you. I thought it would be a struggle since it’s not territory I’ve explored before, but it’s actually been a relief with how fresh it feels to try something new!

That being said, I have a few more questions before I dive into actually full-on writing :)

1. I did some completely normal and not at all weird stalking of your profile and saw your reblog of Sledgfu headcanons, one of which was your idea that Snafu nudges Sledge’s neck. Immediately that sparked something for me and I would love to include that hc in your gift, but I wanted to ask your permission first since it was your idea! It feels a bit too much like theft for me to just use it without checking first haha!!

2. Are you at all interested in receiving the work as a gift on Ao3 when it’s published (as in I actually dedicate it to you and gift it to you)? It’s totally okay if you don’t want a gift work and would just like the link, but I just thought I’d ask in case you want it to feel more like an actual present!

3. And finally, as I’m sure you can tell, I am like…incapable of shutting the fuck up. What I mean by this is that the outline for your gift is already 1.6k words of literal bullet points of underdeveloped ideas and dialogue, so the fully fleshed out and written fic might end up being a bit lengthy (though I intend to keep it as a oneshot). Is this something you’d like me to try to tone down on? I know not everyone is interested in reading something super long LMAO. Just let me know either way, I’ll do my best!

And that’s all the questions! :)

Also, this is just something amusing that happened during this process: my original summary for the fic was almost identical to one of yours, completely by accident. I’m so glad I went and checked out your writing before I ended up leaving it like that. That would’ve been so embarrassing lmao

P.S. Your header image makes me laugh every time I see it, love it!

P.P.S Your tags on my first ask made me so happy! :)

Sorry for bombarding you once again, and I look forward to hearing from you!!! 💞

Hey Secret Santa!!!! <3

I know that feelings when a fic idea gets out of hand, I have been there, I have done that. It's a blessing and a curse lolol

Ok, about your question:

1/ Yes. My hc is not a property but like dandelion seeds I blow into the wild. Anyone can catch it and blow it away. This metaphor is weird. Anyway, yes, pls use any headcanon on my blog as you wish.

2/ Yes. You can gift me the fic on Ao3 :D

3/ As long or as short as you want to write. I love long fic, I love short fic, I love medium fic. Because fanfic is a labor of love so any length is perfect <3 I mean, the fic I'm writing for my giftee is getting long too! but it's about the story and not the WC, ya know.

Thanks for everything <3 love ya

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curatoroffiction · 3 years ago

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A Loving Homage To “Dark Mage Solomon”

“All Magic Comes With A Price” is the first title in an amazing 3-part series for “Dark Mage Solomon” written by @beels-burger-babe, where she wrote about Solomon under the influence of the magic of his pacts, losing his soul and abusing the main character (You, in place of the reader) as a result. It’s a graphic and heart-wrenching story. Absolutely amazing. I’ve linked it, and I cannot recommend reading it enough. She’s one of my favorite “Obey Me!” fanfic authors. 10/10, highly recommend perusing her goods if you’re a fan of the series. She finished the Dark Mage Solomon series today and I found myself wanting more, so I ended up writing my own blurb to continue off of the story pieces she left to the reader’s imagination. This is a fan-made piece that’s designed to pick up where she left off in her three-part collection for her Dark Mage Solomon series.

WARNINGS:

- MAJOR SPOILERS for @beels-burger-babe‘s “Dark Mage Solomon” series.

- Mentions of physical and emotional abuse

- Ya’ll this is so much darker than my usual works. Hahahaha.

- Obsessive and addictive behaviors from Solomon

- Semi-mind-control/influence?

- Asmodeus cries a lot

- THIS IS NOT A STAND-ALONE PIECE. It’s meant to be read after you read the entirety of the Dark Mage Solomon series written by @beels-burger-babe

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Resolutions In Broken Memories

It's been some time since your pacts returned, but the brothers haven't stopped fawning over them. They'd long-since mourned their losses. The moments they felt the burn of your separation, they thought this connection to you was lost forever. To see the gift of having them returned was something out of a fantasy, and none of them can seem to fully believe that they still get to have this special connection to you.

Oftentimes, you find them caressing their marks absent-mindedly while cuddling you. At first, it seemed really cute, but once the haze of the spell's initial 'fix' wore down, you began to realize it was a bit strange how fixated on your marks they were.

You began to ask questions.

The brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos, Simeon and Luke had all discussed your condition thoroughly before you really came out of your stupor. They came to the unified conclusion that if you wanted to know what happened, it'd be in your best interest to walk you through it again. After all, the fear that caused you to break down, the fear that caused the spell to activate, was the fear of having permanently lost your connections to the brothers. Now that you had those back, conversations surrounding what happened to you previously would be easier, or, at least less dangerous to have.

Still, they can’t help but be afraid of what will happen to you if you’re pushed into a place of panic again.

They still don't understand how strong this spell is, and all attempts to break it have ended poorly. Solomon's power may be gone from him, but the footsteps of his actions in the past echo forward, marking you with the sorcerer's influence.

The charm stands as one last glimpse of the immense power he wielded before he got caught.

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Asmodeus in particular has been struggling to leave your side. He gently caresses his mark on your skin, eyes listless when he thinks you can't see. You gently caress his head, holding him close, letting him take all the time he needs.

You, after all, don't know what's happened to you.

"Asmodeus?" Your voice saying his name is a blessing for him to hear. His eyes look to yours as he glances away from your mark. "Can I ask.. why is it you guys keep caressing my marks? I feel like.. Well I feel like something strange happened. Something bad. But I don't remember anything happening."

Asmodeus' fingers stop against your skin, and his expression darkens. He averts his gaze and you feel your stomach drop. Whatever it was that happened, it was so painful to him that he couldn't even find the words to express everything. You gently stroke your fingers through his hair, your thumb softly rubbing along his cheek. You gently murmur to him; "I'm here. You can talk to me about it. I promise."

".. Something.. happened to you. But, because of what happened to you, there's a spell on you." He begins slowly. He'd worked through this in his head a thousand times since you'd lost your memories, in case he'd have to be the one to tell you. "... Because.. of.. ah.." You can see his eyes welling with tears as he speaks. "Because of the spell.. if you feel unsafe... the spell will do things to make you feel safe again.. But.." You gently caress his head, cooing gentle praises to him for being so brave in telling you about this, and it gives him just enough strength to continue. "... We don't know what it'll do. ... Something did happen to you, but.. Until the spell is gone, there's a powerful and unknowable influence that reacts to your emotions."

"And such a spell would be incredibly dangerous if I was upset while under its influence." You finish and he nods. You gently tug him in closer, massaging into his back. "... Thank you. Knowing that much at least gives me a sense of what's happened. ... If it really is that powerful and dangerous, then, it's okay if I'm in the dark a little longer. I'm happy right now. I feel safe." Asmodeus clings to you and you hold him close. He begins crying quietly into your shoulder, and you warmly massage into his back.

Whatever it is, you're okay being there for him right now. It could be the spell and how it calms you, but, you're content here. You're content to just experience this moment with him, knowing just a fraction of the whole story.

Asmodeus just sobs as he remembers what he did to you. Every caress from you when he knows you can’t remember his actions.. just feels like a burning singe to his skin. The nightmares have lessened, but knowing that they weren't just nightmares- Rather memories of him hurting you- has been killing him. Every reassuring and comforting murmur from your lips makes him feel selfish in a way he can't put to words right now.

All he can say is repeated apologies. Begging you for forgiveness with every quiet sob. You gently massage into his back, affectionately telling him it's okay. You'll be okay.

And in every sense of the word, you truly believe that you're safe.

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Solomon has been searching, scrounging, trying to find any source of power he can scrape together. Something, anything to let him feel in control again.

He hasn't felt this helpless in a very long time.

The brothers took care to shut down any networks of magic users from accepting or helping him. Diavolo made it clear to all of Devildom that any demons found consorting with the once-powerful sorcerer would find themselves answering to him directly.

No matter how far he went, what realm he consorted with, he was unable to find anyone willing to make a pact or allow him to borrow their power.

The sorcerer finds himself leaning on the oldest of magics he ever learned - The ones that first allowed him to connect with demons. Spells forged of candles and written words, chalk marks and sacrifices. Spells cast through loss. Through spilt blood.

Without the pacts, without his connection to any demons, he finds that no stretch of the of his sacrifices are able to generate even remotely enough power to communicate with beings outside the three realms.

It's been months of scraping through to find a way to recover even an ounce of his old power, and in that time, his mind has begun to change once again. Now no longer under the influence of his pacts, he finds himself having more vivid memories of his time with you.

With much less of a rose-tinted glass to peer through.

There's many a night he spends curled up as your screams ring through his core and fill him with a sense of dread. As he's forced to quit his magic cold-turkey, he's also forced to come to terms with what he did to you while he's at his most powerless.

And his most sober.

He begins to realize what a monster he made of himself. For the first time in his life, he realizes just how dangerous greed can be.

Because ultimately, this was the fruits of his own greed.

His greed for power, his greed for you, his greed for control..

He’s still trying to establish definition where the lines blurred. Did he want power to help you? Or was it to control you? Did he want you because you were powerful? How much of his actions were for you?

And how much of this was for himself?

He'd deluded himself in the thick of it that he'd been doing this all for you, for your benefit.. But, with the clarity of his senses so barren of outside influences.... He finds that he's struggling to come to terms with those same excuses.

---

The brothers don't leave you alone for too long. You sleep in the arms of someone who loves you every night. Tonight, it's Mammon's turn. He likes to sleep in your room, because it was the way that he felt closest to you. He gently tugs you into his arms, hand warmly caressing the back of your head, cradling you close. You sleepily wrap your arms around the demon and moment by moment, you drift deeper into sleep.

But Mammon can't sleep.

Ever since you were taken, he'd been struggling with coming to terms with having failed you as much as he did. Lucifer had caught onto his feelings of guilt and tried to alleviate them for him, but..

He was your protector.

He gently breathes, holding your body like a delicate memory. A memory of when he's felt his best. A memory of when he's been his best.

Your body begins to tremble. The spell was strong, but it was common for your unconscious mind to grieve in your sleep. He surrounds you with warmth, tugging the blankets up to keep you comfy, resting his head atop yours. Your body soon relaxes into his touch, but not without that damned glow.

The glow of the spell.

Every time he saw it, it only made him angrier.

The brothers have watched as Solomon's spell has continued to soothe you. Forcing you into a comfortable state. It infuriates Mammon to think of what Solomon would have put you through if he hadn't fucked up as royally as he did. The demon's anger bubbles and festers as he securely holds you.

In truth, he’s terrified that you may never be able to experience fear again. Will you ever be able to make your own choices regarding your safety again?

It's common for the brothers who stay with you at night to wake up exhausted the next morning. You're always worried about them, but they promise you they'd be worse off if you slept alone.

The exhaustion is from the emotional labor of their fears.

---

The day started off like any other - The only difference was that little notification you found on your phone.

A notification from someone you didn't recognize.

Opening your messages, you see that you'd spoken with them a lot. Your last message to them was something about telling them that you'd arrived at their house.

You start flitting through your texts with this person. You're confused. Why don't you remember them? Why can't you remember this person at all? Who were they? Who were they to you? As you read through your old texts, you begin to see the picture being painted; They were your friend. For over a year, in fact. You had messages going back to when you first arrived in Devildom. You had messages about things happening with the brothers. Messages where you lamented over homesickness. Messages where he told you about experiments. Every time he offered you food that he made, you always declined. You two would go out together alone. He helped you with injuries and healed you. You helped him with magic and testing things. He cared about you, and you cared about him. Your texts make it evident enough to you.

You begin to look through your call history. The last time you'd ever gotten a call from this number was months ago, and his call correlated with the chunk of memories of time that you knew you didn't have.

Whatever this person was to you, they were connected to whatever was going on with you in the now.

Solomon's message to you this morning is just;

[Can we talk?]

You pause, staring at the screen. You're not really sure what to say. On one hand, you'd finally get answers, but... On the other hand, were they worth it?

The brothers kept mentioning that you were under an incredibly difficult to remove spell, and that while under its influence, your emotional state and well-being was a trigger-point for the spell. This person might have something to do with that. You could ask one of the brothers about this person, but with how protective they've been lately, would they let you pursue these answers?

You take your time to think about it. You don't respond right away.

---

Classes went smoothly, and for the majority of the day, you almost forgot about the message from your mystery person. That is, until you're checking your messages on the walk home and you see another notification from him.

[I noticed you didn't respond for a lot of hours, so I figure you don't want to talk. That’s fair. I just wanted to apologize. I know that's probably really empty, considering what I did to you, but.. I'm sorry. The magic is gone, and it's been.. sobering.]

You decide to text him back. [I'm gonna be real, I don't know who you are or what it is you're apologizing for. It sounds like you sucked.]

[You.. don't know who I am?]

[No. Are you the reason there's a spell on me that everyone's been freaking out about?]

---

It takes Solomon a moment to respond. You don't know, but he's panicking on the other end. You don't know him. It hurts so much, but he's also elated. You don't know him! For a moment, he has a brief rush of relief that you don't remember what he did to you.

But that's quickly replaced by a flood of guilt as he realizes, you don't remember what he did to you.

Solomon stares at his D.D.D. You're responding, you don't know who he is, but he's already been so selfish with you to this point. His breath hitches in his throat as he knows what he has to do, and he hisses in frustration as he begins to carefully force himself to type.

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[If you don't know who I am, then, I don't think we should be talking. I hurt you. Badly. I think I probably know what it is you're referring to about the spell. ... In which case, yes, I think I was the cause. I'm sorry.]

[If you cast it, can you remove it?]

[... No. I can't. Not anymore.]

[What's preventing you from removing it?]

---

Solomon stares at his screen. He's spent the last month trying to find a way to get the power to undo his mistakes, only to find a full power embargo in every direction.

The clarity of the distance from that power allowed him to see how he'd been changed by the magic. How he'd allowed himself to obsess over getting what he wanted, whatever the cost. The man that was left when the magic was gone was just a husk of who he once was. A husk that realized just how much he used you.

In the quiet, he came to understand just how much he'd wanted you for himself. For the acclaim. For the love. For your power. He'd gotten so used to making pacts to get what he wanted. To control those he admired. When he saw you, his rising star, growing and learning and coming into your own... He admired that in you.

He admired you so much, that he wanted your power and your strength and your acclaim all for himself.

But he couldn't make a pact with you. You weren't a demon.

He'd dealt with demons for so long, collecting and borrowing their power... So meeting someone like you, who was so powerful and strong, only to know that he couldn't take that power for himself?

The greed he had was so immeasurable that it permeated and rotted every facet of his soul.

He got hungry, to outmatch you. Collect more and more pacts. If he couldn't have your power, he would match it. Exceed it! He might not have wielded the power of the seven, but he would wield an army that could swallow them if he must.

It was because of this that he had become so obsessed with collecting power. He saw you achieve what he couldn't, and he couldn't stand it. Envy. His desire to have that power only for you to be able to achieve it within a year..? You'd even been able to bring Lucifer under your control.

Solomon was convinced he was the greatest sorcerer that ever lived, until you got the one pact he'd lusted for since he began his pursuit of magic. Lucifer Morningstar. The blow to Solomon's pride ran deep. Deeper than the rot of his greed. His wounded pride was what really drove his actions.

He needed to feel important again.

You were already more accomplished than him in gathering power. And who were you? Just some random person plucked from the human realm. A nobody. The wrath bubbling under the surface of his senses sickened him. He wanted to lash out. He wanted to hurt you. He wanted to put you in your place.

And that initially scared him.

It's why he had to make a promise to himself that he wouldn't.

He was never satiated. A glutton for that which fed his desire to be admired. No matter the cost.

When he couldn't have your power, and he refused to hurt you, he had to find another option to soothe his burning hunger. All it took was you coming to him with that broken wrist for him to remember how fragile you were, despite your success.

So fragile. Unlike him, you couldn't live forever.

His pride mended itself as he convinced himself that you needed him. It was so easy to believe too. A sweet comfort of a lie that tugged at the edges of his mind. Of course he was still important. Of course he was still amazing. He was your protector. He was the one who would keep you safe. Your mentor. Your friend. Your confidant.

He told himself that you wanted his protection. But.. The driving force at the very core of his actions was his desire to possess that which he admired.

His desire to possess your magic. And when he couldn’t possess it, he decided to destroy it.

He hated how his veins itched for the magic. For the control. For the strength. Every pang of craving for that power just wracking his senses with the guilt.

Even now, his mind runs a mile a minute to try to use you, and he finds himself disgusted. Even now, he's still hungry to possess you. He keeps finding his mind trying to find a way to get you to meet him alone. A thought he repeatedly shoves out of his mind to the best of his ability.

He's fighting so hard against it. Against the cravings. Just that alone is taking so much energy. He stares at his screen, helpless. Sloth tugging at his soul, begging him to give in, to take the easy way out.

It'd be so easy to isolate you again.. And this time he could do it right..

Solomon drops his D.D.D to the ground between his legs as he clutches his skull. He's a mess. His eyes, grey without a single speck of their old golden hue, stare at the device.

You deserved an answer.

Could he give you one without losing control again?

---

[My magic was removed. For good reason. I no longer can practice it. I'm.. I'm sorry. I can't undo the damage I've caused.]

[What damage did you cause?]

---

How does he answer THAT? Do you remember NONE of it? What of your pacts? Is this.. Is this the work of his charm? His stomach drops.

Did he doom you to live in a passive stupor for the rest of your life?

They're calm again. Happy. We could get them alone and this time try it right. This could be good for us! The thoughts swirl against his chest as he grips his head.

The desire to be close with you again soaks into his core, and he has to let it wash over him like a bad headache.

He can't use you again.

He forces himself to remember your body, limp and almost lifeless in his arms. He did that to you.

He can't trust himself with you.

---

You watch your screen as Solomon types and then stops repeatedly.

This goes on for a while. So long, in fact, that you put your D.D.D away and just enjoy the company of the brothers for a movie night. It isn't until you're heading to the kitchen to grab some snacks that you feel your D.D.D buzz.

You lean against the kitchen island as you read it.

[I.. used you. To soothe my own insecurity. In doing so, I destroyed your pacts with the 7 brothers. I isolated you from the outside world for months. I lied about your whereabouts to our friends. I cast a charm on you to try to force you to feel safe again, so you'd finally be happy.. ... I don't know the extent of what that charm has done to you, but I think that might be the spell that the others are so worried about.]

Your mind fuzzes over as you try to remember. Why can't you remember? And what's more, you're not even.. scared. You're not even scared that you don't remember.

The longer this charm has sunk into your senses, its passively calming effects have taken root.

[... I can't remember any of this. Why can't I remember any of this?]

---

Why CAN'T you remember any of this? Solomon feels his stomach flip-flop as he clutches his device.

[I'm.. not sure. It's possible it's connected to the charm.]

[My pacts are fine though. So, if you did something to them, it didn't stick.]

His eyes widen.

Your pacts were... fine?

You'd been able to recover the unrecoverable?

Could he.....?

He shakes his head. He needs to know more. No- You need to know more. He doesn't need closure. You do.

“This isn't about you. You can’t make this about you.” He utters this to himself, hissing the words like a curse against his own weakness as he takes up your chat again.

[Ask the brothers about your pacts. They should know more.]

---

"Hey, everything alright in here?"

You look up to see Belphegor standing in the doorway. His expression is warm as he found you safe and sound. But when he sees you looking to your D.D.D instead of gathering snacks, he does feel nervous.

You set the device aside and look lost in thought. "... Belphie, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course." He comes alongside you and leans against the island with you.

"Did something happen to my pacts with you guys?"

His heart drops. Why are you asking about that? He reflexively begins looking you over as he panics visibly, looking for his and his brother's marks.

They were all still there.

He breathes a sigh of relief, resting his forehead against your shoulder, but his reaction alone is quite the answer to your question.

".. I think I'm ready to hear about what happened to me. Can you please tell me?"

"... C'mon. We should go talk to the others about it."

---

The movie paused, the brothers gently ease you into it, telling you about what Solomon had done to you. How he'd ripped you from your pacts. The immense physical and emotional abuse you endured. How he abused his control over Asmodeus, and the violent nightmares the demon endured as a result. How Asmodeus felt so helpless as he was forced to do Solomon's bidding.. How, even now, the charm he cast on you is preventing you from being able to remember any of it. They explain that they don't even know the scope of the charm's strength, but that it's already shown to shift the reality of your body and mind to make you feel safe, so it's very dangerous.

So much begins to make sense.

Belphegor sees you thumbing your D.D.D as you listen, and it clicks to him that there was probably a cause to this conversation.

"... Did someone bring it up to you? Is that why you're asking about it?"

"... Someone with the username 'MonSOLO' has been texting me today-" But before you can finish your sentence, several of the brothers have shifted into their demon forms.

Just the man's username is enough to put them on high guard for yours and Asmodeus' safety.

And, knowing the story now, it makes complete sense.

Mammon is the first to blurt out "HE'S GOT NO RIGHT" followed by Asmodeus going fetal, hugged and caressed by Beelzebub. Belphegor is silent, but his expression is visibly pissed. Satan's smiling, but you can feel the murderous intent behind it as he begins to speak up.

"No no, this is perfect. Now we can tear him limb from limb ourselves. Right? This has to breach something. Right??"

Asmodeus didn't realize that hearing that Solomon had re-entered your lives would hurt him as much as it did. He's in shock.

Lucifer is deep in thought as Satan continues ranting vividly on how he's going to gut Solomon. Mammon angrily griping, unsure of who to direct his frustrations at. Beelzebub is tending to Asmodeus. Belphegor is just stuck between rage and fear.

Leviathan is actually the one who focuses in on you.

You're... eerily calm.

Even though you’ve just heard some of the worst possible news, you’re, for the most part, unreactive. They're all panicking and in a flurry of intense emotions, you're just sat as normal as ever.

So he cuts through the noise to ask you a question that makes everyone freeze as they wait for your answer. "___, did you text him back?"

...

".. Yeah. We got to talking." You're slow to respond. The brothers begin to move to listen, each watching you carefully. All of their thoughts and fears and anger put on the backburner. "... I didn't know who he was, but it looked like we had an extensive conversational history in our chat. He apologized, and I didn't really know what to do with that, so I told him I didn't know who he was or what he did. He was actually the one who told me to ask you guys about what he did to my pacts."

"I don't trust it! I don't trust him! He lied to our FACES for months! JUST LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO ASMODEUS!" Mammon is quick to make his opinions well-known. "HIS APOLOGY MEANS NOTHING."

"You're not going to accept his apology, are you?" Beelzebub speaks up, looking to you with concern.

"... I don't know. I feel like, I need this spell to be gone before I can choose how to handle this."

The brothers are quiet in your conclusion. They'd had you ripped away from them once before, and were scared of the damage Solomon could still do to you. Lucifer speaks up, breaking the silence. "You won't be seeing him without one of us with you as protection. Is that understood?" His words are harsh and commanding, but his tone is gentle. He's worried about you. This is the best way he can give you the freedom to make your own choices, without losing you again.

The last thing you need is seven controlling demons after what you’ve been through.

"I understand. It sounds like there's a lot I don't know about him. I'd feel safer with one of you guys around anyway."

"I can't do it." Asmodeus croaks, his eyes listless as he stares at the ground. "I can't be around him." Belphegor reaches over to gently massage into his brother's back. He knows especially how hard this has been on Asmodeus.

Watching Asmodeus, you wonder to yourself if you'll feel similarly when the charm is taken off.

It's so hard to imagine yourself that scared.

The brothers agree that Solomon will be kept away from Asmodeus. None of them would ever force him to see that man again. Asmodeus seeks the comfort of your arms, and you caress him and gently coo comforts to him, forgiving him for everything he did when he was under Solomon's control. His tears flow hotly as he cries, clutching you close, sobbing as the grief washes over him. He can't stop apologizing, to which you gently massage into his back and reassure him that he's already been forgiven.

---

After a long and lengthy discussion, you're able to plan for a meeting with Solomon. A meeting in which, under the care and watch of both Luke and Simeon, as well as the protection of Lucifer, Satan and Belphegor, and the oversight of Barbatos, you'll be able to have a discussion with the sorcerer about the charm he put on you. He's expected to bring every article and paper and note he has on the charm, so it may be dissected by Satan and Belphegor.

If there's a chance to undo this charm, they will find it.

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jillianallen14 · 3 years ago

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Spirk fanfic rec

Some amazing Spirk fanfic to bless your dash because I’m falling in love with this shit all over again (this is like the 10th time this has happened lol):

Entering Orbit: Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch; rated m; 30,957 words

Papers in the Roadside: Non-Starfleet AU. Jim owns a small bar in Chicago, keeps on picking up strays and taking care of everyone no matter how hard it makes his own life. Spock is a journalist writing feature articles for the Chicago Tribune; he depicts the world with uncanny skill, but hides more than one personal drama and is possibly under surveillance from the Vulcan royal family. They meet by accident just before their lives start to spin out of control; rated e; 49,637 words

Take Refuge in What You Know: AU - Kirk has moved into a apartment/house and wants to get to know his neighbors. He meets his neighbor Spock, a loner who suffers from extreme agoraphobia. Kirk thinks he's beautiful enigma; rated e; 120,334 words

Listen, this is not only my favorite Star Trek fic of all time, it’s also one of my favorite fanfics in general. It’s right up there with Text Talk and The Shoebox Project from the HP fandom, which if you’ve read, you know are incredible and frankly life-changing. And this fanfic changed my life. The description the author gives doesn’t do the beauty of this fic justice. I suffer from agoraphobia and Spock’s depiction as an agoraphobic man was probably the most well-researched, sympathetic, empathetic, caring, realistic portrayal of what it’s like to be agoraphobic that I’ve ever witnessed in fiction. It made me cry like a child because I had never felt so seen and understood. This writer is incredible, and this fic is incredible. I can’t recommend it enough. It’s an AU, which I’m usually pretty wary about, but it barely even feels like an AU. It just feels like Jim and Spock. The author’s understanding of both of their characters’ is perfect, like just a spot-on portrayal of who they are. This fic genuinely helped me accept who I am and helped me understand that I am capable of & deserving of love. If you don’t read any other Star Trek fics (and you def should read more Star Trek fics because they’re amazing), then let this one be the one you read. I dare you not to read it three times in a row like I did.

Observations: First Officer Spock comments on life aboard the Enterprise and his service under Captain James T. Kirk; rated m; 500,000+ words.

So the author of this fic actually did a thing where they made this fic into two books (similar to what The Shoebox Project authors did many years ago in the HP fandom). They don’t get any money from people buying the books; the cost is just to go towards producing the books. This fic is the equivalent of two LARGE novels. We’re talking 600 pages & up. It’s a huge fic. Now, that being said, I read it in one day. ONE DAY. It’s that good. This is another one of my all-time favorite fics, though not quite as dear to my heart as the one I listed above. It’s focused on AOS, and tbh, I forget that what happens in this book isn’t actually canon. Like it’s so well-told, it just feels like it’s now part of the timeless story of Kirk & Spock. The “professional” Star Trek writers would never be brave enough to do what this author does with Kirk and Spock, though. This fic will make you angry, will make you laugh, will make you cry. It has such a good grasp on every single character. It also shows the love between the crew of the Enterprise, which is always a treat, and it’s beautifully done in this fic. It has a sorta-enemies-to-lovers arc between Spirk and an enemies-to-close-friends arc between Spock and McCoy that is beautifully done and fleshed out. This fic is definitely a journey to go through, and I can’t recommend it enough. It’s extremely slow burn, and you will want to slap both Kirk and Spock (and McCoy) upside the head at certain points lol.

Of Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves: The progression of a relationship, through Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves. Basically, it’s an AU where Kirk works at a coffee shop to pay his way through school, and Spock visits often. rated t; 16,429 words

Love, love, love, this fic. It’s cute, it’s in character. They have kind of a rocky start together, so it’s got a little bit of that Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy i-hated-you-but-now-i-love-you-marry-me vibes to it. I’m a sucker for that, if you haven’t figured that out by now lol. It’s really good, and a really enjoyable read. And it’s not too long, if you’re in the mood for something on the shorter end of things.

Please Don’t Touch the Vulcans: The "yes" is out of Jim's mouth before he can think about it. Jim is chipper about having time off for the holidays. He asks everyone if they want to spend time together but sadly, everyone ditches Jim over the holidays because they have plans. McCoy visits his daughter, Nyota visits her family, and everyone splits. Not knowing Spock has feelings for him, Jim doesn't even bother asking if he wants to spend time together figuring he has something to do. Something cute, romantic with the boys spending time with one another and confessions; rated m; 17,690 words

Super cute and has lots of Sarek, which idk about y’all, but I’m always a fan of. Sarek and Jim kind of get to know each other a bit, and it’s cute. Sarek knows about they’re in love before Spock & Kirk know lol. If I remember correctly, there’s also some appearances from everyone’s favorite: Old!Spock! You also get a little bit of jealous and protective Young!Spock. So you’re in for a real treat with this one.

The Ren shat’var Trilogy: A split-second decision changes Jim's life forever, as he enters into a bond with Spock in the face of certain torture. Enemies to the Federation emerge from unlikely places, and the command team must contend with unexpected threats, as well as challenges within their own intense relationship. In this three-part series, the Enterprise races across the galaxy to confront the unknown, and Jim and Spock discover the true significance of their unprecedented connection; rated e; 184,411 words

Textual Attraction: Valentine’s Day does not bring up pleasant memories for Cadet Kirk. But the serendipitous switch-up of his cell phone with a particular Vulcan professor’s will make his day far more interesting –and romantic. Perhaps some new memories can be made! 15,900 words

SO GOOD. Just SO good

Spaceman: Academy AU. Five times Spock realizes he's attracted to a barista at the academy spaceport, and one time he decides to do something about it. rated t; 3728 words

Short, sweet, funny. You’ll love it.

Subtext: Texting your Vulcan first officer in the middle of the night is never a good idea. Especially when you have an obsessive crush on said Vulcan.The holidays are approaching and Jim is left entirely Spockless aboard the Enterprise when his First takes shore leave on New Vulcan. After some midnight pining, Jim sends a text he instantly regrets. That is, until Spock responds and willingly continues their textual communications to an inevitable conclusion; rated t; 13,032 words

Cute, sweet, funny. It’s a texting fic. I think you’ve probably figured out I love those. This one makes me laugh so fucking hard. Like actually laugh-out-loud-omg-did-i-just-snort kind of funny. Spock is great in this one

All Spock Wants For Christmas: While Jim is away on a delegation mission, he panics about what to give Spock for Christmas. With help from Bones and Uhura, and in between some spam texting with Spock, Jim realizes he already has the perfect gift. And all it needs is wrapping paper and a bow; rated t; 11,966 words

And here we have another cute, sweet, funny texting fic. Sue me lol

The Morning After: Jim convinces Spock to take shore leave with him on Risa, hoping the time together will help re-solidify their bond of friendship after some recent tension. Meanwhile, Spock convinces himself he's on Risa for one reason and one reason only, to prevent his wayward captain from getting into trouble. After a passionately illogical night of Romulan Ale and chocolate infused liquor, everything changes when Jim wakes with something other than a hangover filling his head. Something he's sure neither he nor Spock can handle. Because if Jim knows anything for sure, it's that his messed up thoughts belong nowhere near Spock's clean, ordered mind; rated m; 50,381 words

HAHA. This fic fucking cracks me up. You’ve got drunk boys pining over each other & not realizing it. You’ve got accidental marriage. You’ve got bed sharing. It’s great, it’s cute, it’s funny.

Take This Sinking Boat (And Point It Home): In which Spock pines, Jim isn’t stupid (except he kind of is), and Christopher Pike has had enough of this bullshit; 6698 words

Pike is great in this one, and it’s super, super funny.

Extracurricular Activities: Spock returns to the Academy from a tour of duty to find an intriguing cadet captures his attention; rated e; 15,433 words

Veritas: Basically, Kirk and Spock are on trial because the Federation thinks they are emotionally compromised by each other, which is putting the lives of their crew in danger. They have to convince a court they’re not actually in love with each other. They think the claims are bullshit. They think it will be easy to prove that they aren’t in love or emotionally compromised, damn it. It isn’t; rated m; 186,80 words

This one is so, so good. A real gem off of Fanfic.net. I remember it was actually one of the first Spirk fanfics I ever read, and it blew me away. The progression of their relationship is really well-done and interesting. It has star-crossed lovers vibes and has some really emotionally intense moments in it, especially for Spock.

A Habitual Affection: Living in 1930s New York with the Vulcan you're secretly in love with is no simple thing. But Jim never liked anything simple. And then, the big snowstorm hit...; rated t; 7998 words

A beautiful TOS fic about one of the gayest episodes of Star Trek. Love this one.

Atlas: Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning; rated t; 135,529 words

A beaut. Really great characterization, and the progression of Jim and Spock’s relationship is really well-done.

#spirk #spock #kirk #james t kirk #spock/kirk #kirk/spock #star trek #star trek tos #star trek aos #space husbands #spirk fanfic recs #spirk fanfic

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wangxianficrecs · 4 years ago

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Follower Recs

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Hello Mojo, hope you're doing well and that you had a good break! I wanted to signal boost the MDZS May Diaspora event collection on AO3, and point out my favorite fic from there: 归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by dragongirlG! It's both tender and bittersweet and it features such mature writing. The author got some hate for it when it initially got posted so I wanted to counter that and give it some love instead! [Who would do such a thing?! @dragongirlg-fics I’m sorry that happened to you, and here, have *so many hugs!* I’ll try to do a thing just for the diaspora event, but meanwhile, I’ll just treat this as a follower rec.]

归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home

by dragongirlG (M, 8k, wangxian)

Summary: The destruction of the Yin Tiger Seal does not kill Wei Wuxian; it ages him instead. He takes shelter in a cave expecting to die, but instead he lives, slowly learning to embrace life with each new day.

Thirteen years later, a young man with a Lan forehead ribbon stumbles into the cave. His name is Lan Sizhui.

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Hi Momjo!!! I recently read the most *adorable* fic, and I loved it so much that it dragged me out of seclusion (read: social anxiety cave) to rec it. It's called 'Covered in Bees' by ScarlettStorm in which the Cloud Recesses is an apiary, and Wei Wuxian has suddenly found himself host to a swarm of bees. ~ @akyra-talanoa

Covered in Bees

by ScarlettStorm (T, 8k, wangxian)

Summary: “Cloud Reccesses Apiary,” says a toneless, deep masculine voice, with zero question in it. Wei Ying doesn’t care, because whoever possesses that voice is probably going to come save him from bees like a fucking hero while wearing like, a suit of armor. That’s what you wear to catch bees, right?

“I have like, so many bees outside my front door right now,” he says, mouth running out ahead of him before he can even begin to think about reining it in. “It’s like a sandstorm of bees out there. There are so many bees. I got out of my car and there were just bees and I don’t want these bees. Do you want these bees? Please tell me you will come get these bees. I can’t leave my house and I have enough food for maybe a week but then I’m gonna have to learn how to cook dry beans and no one wants that, especially not me.” Wei Ying runs out of air, takes a breath, and belatedly adds, “My name is Wei Ying. Hi.”

Or: The beekeeping AU that no one asked for.

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Hi, you are a bless to this fandom. Your blog feels like a library, so thoroughly arranged and always within hand reach. [Thank you, wow!] Recently, I was going through Wèi Y��ng | Wèi Wúxiàn is a Wēn tag and came across a fanfic, it has 3 chapters till now and is so intriguing that i thought to recommend it to you. I don't know if I can recommend or if you have already checked the story, The legendary Phoenix and his Dragon by Devipriya. I am in love with this story. I hope you will enjoy it too, do check it out

The legendary Phoenix and his Dragon

by Devipriya (T, 7k, wangxian)

Summary: Wen Wuxian, the essence of who he is, he is a naughty child, a prankster, an enchanting dizi player, a graceful dancer, an irresistible lover, a truly valiant warrior, a ruthless vanquisher of his foes, a man who left a broken heart in every home, an astute statesman and kingmaker, a thorough gentleman, a righteous individual of the highest order, and the most colorful incarnation.

He has been seen, perceived, understood and experienced in many different ways by different people. Different people saw different facets of who he is. For some, he is God. For some, he is a crook. For some, he is a lover. For some, he is a fighter. He is so many things.

But the phoenix, seen from the eyes of time was just a playful man. A man who plays with his awareness, with his imagination, with his memory, with his life, with his death. An individual who does not just dance with somebody. He dances with life. He dances with his enemy, He dances with the one he loves, He dances even at the moment of his death.

To taste an essence of who is Wen Wuxian, be with me in the journey of exploration, NO! playful exploration of life of a playful man.

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Hi! Thanks for running this blog, it's helped me find so many fics. For your next follower recs post, I wanted to rec "This love like a flood, a fire, a fear" by natcat5. Its summary is vague (which I suspect is why it isn't better known) but it is a beautiful retelling of canon from LWJ's POV with slight canon divergence. I love the author's characterization of him and the prose is gorgeous. It is easily my favorite fic in the entire fandom, and I don't say that lightly. ~ @nyanja14

This love like a flood, a fire, a fear

by natcat5 (M, 57k, wangxian, lan wangji & lan xichen)

Summary: “I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch everything go wrong.” - Lemony Snicket

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i came to this ask to rec this baseball one called "Waiting for Spring" by thievinghippo on ao3. It somehow made me care about baseball soooo 'nough said ~ @scifikimmi

Waiting for Spring

by thievinghippo (E, 131, wangxian)

Summary: “It is a well-known fact across the major leagues that one does not smack Lan Wangji’s ass.”

Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes. Everyone smacks everyone’s ass in baseball. It’s how the game is played. Lan Wangji does not get to be exempt from this most sacred of baseball traditions.

Wei Wuxian will make sure of that.

Or, a Major League Baseball AU

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hi mojo! i wanted to rec Something Good by boxoftheskyking (a loose sound of music/canon divergence au) and also MDZS: The Golden Engine by iffervescent (immortal wangxian modern au where they gotta solve a mystery and save china, featuring jiang cheng/lan xichen)

Something Good

by boxoftheskyking (T, 43k, wangxian)

Summary: "That Wei Wuxian, you know he used to be such a promising cultivator. Head Disciple of the Jiang Clan, can you believe it? You see, juniors, the punishment for traveling the path of demonic cultivation. No golden core, not so much as a whisper of spiritual power."

As a punishment for real and imagined crimes, Wei Wuxian is sentenced to work at Cloud Recesses as the lowest of servants. When a surprising reassignment lands him with eleven children to care for, everything changes again.

A Sound of Music AU

MDZS: The Golden Engine

by iffervescent (E, 82k, wangxian, xicheng)

Summary: In the modern era, immortals Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian return to Gusu. New evil and old friends + new friends and old evils.

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Hi Mojo! First of all let me just tell you that you are amazing and this blog is like a gift from the gods! Bless you and your endless patience and hard work. [Oh, thank you so much!] I know that you have just accepted follower recs and I have missed miserably but I still wanted to write and bring attention to a writer by the pseudo Xiao_Hua on ao3, I think they are quite good and I just recently found the account with so much content. If you do have the time to check them out, I'd rec catfish, my fox or the red ribbon.

The Red Ribbon

by Xiao_Hua (M, 21k, wangxian, TGCF crossover)

Summary: Wei WuXian died but not before saving HanGuang-Jun and A-Yuan, leaving so much more behind than just his ribbon.

My Fox

by Xiao_Hua (E, 13k, wangxian)

Summary: Once he headed to YiLing that all changed for him. His priorities have been mingled with and ordered in complete disarray even without him noticing as he was left heavily influenced by a creature.

Or one where Lan WangJi is a dragon-spirit and he finds his mate in the form of a fox.

Catfish

by Xiao_Hua (E, 15k, wangxian)

Summary: Wei WuXian has a common sense that believes it has a nine-to-five job while Lan WangJi finds that incredibly hot.

Or one where two catfish realise that neither of them truly catfished.

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Hi Mojo i'm recommending this amazing fic it is called song of joys and regrets. it's a time travel AU it's amazing. And your Blog is a Godsend Thank you! [Aw, you’re so sweet!] ~ @highgoddess

Song of Joy and Regrets

by HelloKitten (not rated, 59k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary: The Archery competition at Qishan this year has hit a snag. As the Sects face the wrongs perpetrated by their future selves, Wei Wuxian finds himself adopted by half of the cultivation world who are determined to save him from himself.

Baby Wangxian suffers. Adult Wangxian's job here is done.

"I'm starting to see a pattern to all his plans..." "Do they all involve him being bait?" "Yes" came deadpanned responses.

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Here’s a 2021 Reverse Big Bang entry, in time for Father’s Day; [Oops, my bad, sorry!] Under a Blanket of Black Wings, by ChaoticAndrogynous (#31398395); LWJ, recuperating from the 33 lashes, tells A-Yuan a series of fairytales about a heroic monster and the brave little boy he befriended. Vampire! WWX (in the framing story as well as the story-within-the-story); happy ending.

Under a Blanket of Black Wings

by ChaoticAndrogynous (T, 19k, wangxian)

Summary: Lan Wangji tells A-Yuan a bedtime story about a beautiful monster and the brave little boy who was his friend. Thirteen years later, the monster returns.

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Hello Mojo! Have you read ‘Key Differences’ by Pupeez4eva? Its a MDZS!WWX meets CQL!WWX and its really good! [It’s on my list!]

Key Differences

by pupeez4eva (T, 6k, wangxian)

Summary: “I don’t understand,” Wei Wuxian said, while his alternate self continued to stare at him with almost a look of hurt in his eyes. There was longing in there too, which Wei Wuxian would have easily recognised if he paid enough attention. “How could you not get together, after everything. What even went on in the Guanyin Temple if you didn’t confess?”

“The Guanyin Temple,” Wei Ying repeated incredulously. “You’re asking me if I confessed at — honestly, a lot went on that day. It was a life and death situation. There was no confessing.”

Wei Wuxian stared at him, appalled.

(Wherein Wei Wuxian ends up meeting an alternate version of himself who, much to his horror, never married Lan Wangji. Obviously he has to do something to fix this).

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Hey Mojo i would recommend this fanfic if you already haven’t, it’s called “ take me back to a time “ by DizziDreams. It’s sooooo good

take me back to a time

by DizziDreams (T, 144k, wangxian, 3zun)

Summary: Wei Ying has a lot on his plate right now.

It’s finals week -- which isn’t so bad. He’s never had to study much to do well in classes. But that just means that things are that much more tense with Jiang Cheng, who, as far as Wei Ying can tell, only takes study breaks long enough to glare at Wei Ying where he sits on the couch playing video games.

It’s not studies that have Wei Ying stressed out. It’s everything else. It’s the recruitment for the research trial he’s coordinating. It’s jiejie and her impending marriage to His Royal Douchebag Jin Zixuan. It’s the volunteer work at the palliative care facility. It’s Wen Ning’s worsening condition. It’s Wen Qing working herself thin to care for her brother and Wen Yuan. It’s the way Wen Yuan never seems to have enough food.

So, yeah. There’s enough on Wei Ying’s plate already, meaning it’s not entirely welcome when he comes home and finds a man standing in his bedroom. A man in extravagant white robes, a ribbon tied around his forehead, long hair gathered into a topknot, fist clutching a sword at his side, who asks him, “Where am I?”

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Idk if this has already been rec’d (I’ve been off the grid for a while now), but there’s this absolutely incredible fic called Restitution by an anon on ao3 people should definitely check out!

this one?

on restitution

by Anonymous (M, 78k, wangxian, jin ling & wei wuxian, lan sizhui & wei wuxian, WIP)

Summary: When Wei Wuxian regains consciousness, he is in a bed. A real, proper bed, not the slab he called a bed in his cave in the Burial Mounds.

Jiang Cheng is glowering above him.

Wei Wuxian doesn't die during the siege of the Burial Mounds. Rather, he is captured in secret and confined at Lotus Pier. Things change accordingly.

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Hi momjo! I feel like every time I come to your blog there's twenty more new and amazing fics for me to read. Thank you for everything you do for this fandom! [Thank you, sweetie! And yes, I think there ARE 20 new fics every day out there in the fandom. It’s amazing!] Today I come bearing my own rec to you. I've recently read this and it's IMO one of the best fics out there. It's called Lapsteel by carriecmoney and it's a modern stormchaser AU featuring country songs and coming home. ~ @manaika-chan

Lapsteel

by carriecmoney (T, 42k, wangxian)

Summary: Now and then, I think about you now and then...

It's been thirteen years since Wei Ying ran for the prairies, leaving behind a family in shambles and a secret on the Pacific wind. What happens when the storm he swirled catches up to him?

Modern AU with country music star Lan Zhan, stormchaser Wei Ying, and shared crossroads.

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