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aheckinmess · 4 months ago

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Don't Lie Over Spilt Milk (Dad Nanami)

(Part 3 of Season of Serendipity.)

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Tags: Dad Nanami, Child Yuji, Child Yuuji, Original Female Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Ryomen Sukuna, Ryoumen Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Yuji Itadori, Yuuji Itadori, Besu Sukuna, Parental Nanami, Dad Sukuna, Soft Sukuna, Protective Sukuna, Canon Divergence - AU, Sukuna Has a Daughter, Yuji is Nanami's Son, I Merged Two of My Series, Yuji Itadori is a Good Friend, OC Gets Picked On, Yuji is Protective and Determined to Help Her Feel Better, Sukuna is a Good Dad, In His Own Way, OC is His Little Princess, Fluff with Angst Sprinkled In, Fluff and Angst

Word Count: 3, 267 words

Summary: Yuji and Besu become fast friends in Pre-K, but when a group of classmates tell Yuji they won't sit with Besu because they think her dad is cursed, Yuji is determined to prove them wrong.

Author's Note: This took so long to write and went on longer than expected, but it was so much fun! I don't really know where this series is going, but it's adorable and I'm not stopping any time soon.

Yuji and Besu were inseparable. For one of the most extroverted kids in class, Yuji could be found almost exclusively by Besu’s side. For one of the quietest kids in class, Besu talked Yuji’s ear off anytime they were together.

When Ms. Chotto chose their partners instead of letting them pick this morning, Yuji gave Besu a smile and went to find his group, instantly relaxing into a conversation. He didn’t worry about Besu until Kia and Kai both stepped over to his table and sat down.

Which was odd because they were the only other two in Besu’s group.

“Can we sit with you?” Kia wrinkled her face into a frown.

“Yeah. We don’t want to be in her group.” Kai matched her expression.

Yuji looked over to see Besu staring at her table, her coloring page already finished. He tried to see her face, but her pink hair created a veil between them. When he turned back to the twins, Fuyuki and Yuto were already ushering them over with smiles.

“Why don’t you want to be in Bechan’s group?” Yuji interrupted them, feeling fire heating up his chest. “She’s really nice. And she doesn’t copy your work.”

“Don’t you know who her dad is?”

“My mommy told me that he’s really mean.”

“Yeah! I saw him in car line and he’s really scary!”

Yuji stared at his tablemates, dumbfounded. He’d met Mr. Sukuna plenty of times! Often, Otouchan would speak with him to give Yuji more time to play with Besu after school. And if Otouchan was friends with him, there was no way he could be mean!

“There’s nothing wrong with him. Otouchan talks to him all the time.”

The entire table gasped and shoved their chairs away from the table. The commotion led Ms. Chotto over to see what the issue was, and Kai immediately pointed at Yuji.

“Yuji’s dad is cursed!”

“He speaks with Mr. Sukuna!”

Ms. Chotto sighed and shook her head, kneeling at the table full of children.

“Those are not very nice things to say. People are not cursed just for talking to others.”

“But Kai’s right! My momma said that Mr. Sukuna is a cursed man!” Fuyuki explains. “And he’s got tattoos!”

“Mr. Sukuna has given no one any reason to believe he’s mean or cursed. And that should be no reason for you to leave Besu to do all of her work alone.” Ms. Chotto said sternly. “Now, go over there and apologize. And finish your work!”

. . . . .

Yuji sat by Besu during recess as she filled a yellow bucket with sand. Yuji felt bad for her and decided to be her tunnel digger. He knew she liked mixing together the sand. Besu quietly and methodically filled her shovel and poured it into the bucket. Shovel, pour, mix. Shovel, pour, mix.

“Do you think I’m cursed, Yuji-kun?” Besu broke the silence as she flipped her bucket over, patting the bottom and revealing the beginning of a sandcastle.

“Don’t listen to Kia and Kai, Bechan. You’re not cursed, and your dad is great! He gives you the best snacks.”

She nodded, but Yuji didn’t think she really believed him. The burning fire in his stomach returned, but this time he felt sick, too. Frowns didn’t look right on Besu’s face.

“We’ll show them. I’ll ask Otouchan if I can go over to your house! And then they’ll see that there’s nothing scary about your dad!” Yuji said, pausing to pick out a tiny pebble caked under his nail.

Besu lifted her head minutely, seeming unsure, but when she heard her father’s voice across the playground she waved to Yuji and rushed over to crawl up into his arms. She buried her face in his neck and squeezed him tight without sparing another glance to Yuji.

Yuji watched her go, and when his dad came into view he shot over to him like a rocket.

“Otouchan, can I go to Bechan’s house this weekend?” He asked, grabbing Nanami’s hand as he looked up at him.

“Mm?” Nanami quirked a brow. “I guess we’d have to ask her father first, Yuji-kun. We don’t have any plans. Are you sure you don’t want to invite her over to our house?”

“No! It has to be her house!”

That got Nanami to raise a brow.

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Fuyuki’s mom said Mr. Sukuna is a cursed man. And I’m gonna go over there so they know he’s not!” Yuji stated matter-of-factly as Nanami walked him down the street.

“I see.” Nanami squeezed Yuji’s hand and led him home. “I’ll see what I can do, Yuji-kun.”

. . . . .

When Nanami drove Yuji over to Besu’s house that weekend, Yuji readied himself with all the essentials. He stashed his detective hat in his overnight bag, along with a flashlight for late night searching. A magnifying glass and a toy laser shooter joined their company.

Nanami even let him bring a disposable camera! He was ready to prove to those kids that there was nothing wrong with Besu or Mr. Sukuna!

“Now, you know what number to call if you need me, Yuji-kun?”

“Yep!”

“And if you can’t remember it, do you know where to find it?”

“On the tag in my bookbag!” Yuji patted his bag and unclipped the belt to his car seat in seconds. “Come on, Otocuhan!”

“Wait, Yuji-kun,” Nanami chuckled and a moment later he helped him out of the car.

Yuji saw Mr. Sukuna at the end of the long driveway with a hand in his pocket. Besu hid beside him hugging his other arm.

“Hi, Bechan!” Yuji’s pace doubled as he pulled Nanami along with him. “Guess what? I brought my magnifying glass and my hat so we can play Detective!”

“I have a hat I can use too!” Besu brightened and Yuji smiled.

“Come on! Let’s go–”

“Yuji-kun, aren’t you going to say goodbye?” Nanami called from the doorway.

“Oh!” Yuji giggled and rushed back over to him. He barreled into Nanami and squeezed him tight. “I love you, Otouchan! See you tomorrow!”

“Be good, Yuji. Try not to cause much trouble.”

“Okay!” Yuji grinned, bumping into Mr. Sukuna as he stepped back. “Sorry, ‘scuse me!”

He flew around the large man back to Besu as Nanami shook his head with amusement, making a few final comments to Sukuna about bedtime and dietary needs.

“Just make sure he doesn’t have any sugar before bed. I’m sure you can see, he fires on all cylinders without sugar as it is.” Nanami chuckled.

“Otouchaaann!” Yuji whined, pouting as he turned around.

“Okay, okay.” Nanami turned with a wave. “Have fun, Yuji-kun.”

“Let’s play Detective, Bechan!” Yuji had his bookbag open in seconds, shuffling through clothes and toys before a large hand settled over his.

“I’m glad to see you’re excited to play, Yuji. But why don’t you let Besu show you where you’re staying so you can keep your stuff in one place?” Sukuna suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay!” Yuji nodded, turning back to Besu, who giggled and tugged his arm.

“I told Daddy that we’ll stay in the upstairs! There’s a window where you can see all the stars, and I made us a blanket fort!” Besu rattled on, hiking up the stairs two at a time in her excitement. “And he’s making us sushi for dinner! Oops, wait…I wasn’t supposed to tell you. I wanted it to be a surprise. Um…pretend we’re having meatballs!”

Yuji liked this Besu much better. Ever since Kia and Kai said Mr. Sukuna was cursed, she’d lost her smile. Yuji could feel bright light flooding his chest as he watched the corners of her mouth reach her ears.

“Meatballs, got it!” He agreed easily, and then his mouth hung open as he set his bag at the door. “Woooww. Is this your room?!”

“Mhmm!” She beamed. “And look! Daddy had Mr. Mokuzai build a shelf in my wall. Now I can keep all my books here!” She hopped onto her bed and started pointing out all of the pretty colors. “And there’s a big window! That’s where we’ll sleep so we can see the stars. See? I told you I made a fort!” She pulled him inside and Yuji laid on his back and stared at the sunset through her large picture window.

“Wow!” Yuji gaped again, eyes twinkling with the reflection of sunlight before he remembered his bag. “Oh, yeah! Come on, Bechan, let’s play Detective!”

While Yuji loved playing with Besu in general, he was determined during this sleepover to get plenty of evidence that Mr. Sukuna was not cursed! He took her exploring through the house with his magnifying glass, looking for proof of Mr. Sukuna’s not cursed-ness.

“Why is Daddy’s dreamcatcher going to help show Kia and Kai that he’s not cursed?” Besu whispered as she stood guard at her father’s door.

“It catches his dreams so he can’t have cursed dreams!” Yuji said.

“Oh! What about this, then?” She pointed up at some green pieces of glass hanging from strings against Mr. Sukuna’s door.

“Won’t that hurt us? It looks like glass.”

“It’s seaglass. Daddy says it helps him see ghosts so he can make sure they don’t hurt me!”

“Ooo, yeah! Grab that too!”

By the time they’d compiled a large group of items meant to serve as proof, a knock sounded at Besu’s door.

“Besu? Yuji?” Sukuna called, and chuckled when the two of them poked their heads out of the fort. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Oh, boy!” Yuji exclaimed, before remembering he wasn’t supposed to know what dinner was. “Are we having meatballs?” He covered quickly.

Sukuna smirked and Yuji thought he’d been discovered, but he merely waved for them to follow down the stairs.

“No. But Besu wanted dinner to be a surprise, so why don’t you come see what we’re having?” He offered.

Yuji flushed at Besu, who giggled and raced him down the stairs to the dining table. Once both were set, they wiggled eagerly in their seats. Sukuna placed their plates down and Yuji beamed as sushi served with sides of ohitashi and edamame made him salivate.

“What would you two like to drink?”

“Milk!”

“Me too!”

“Okay, but you both have to drink your green tea afterwards.” Sukuna warned.

As both children hastily agreed, the room grew quiet as Yuji stuffed his mouth with food and the only sound between the three of them for a good ten minutes was the clink of silverware.

“So, Bechan, I see you and Yuji have been going through the things in my room.” Sukuna hummed as he reclined. “What’s all that about?”

“We’re gonna show Kia and Kai–” Yuji began, but Besu cut him off.

“We were playing detective and those were our clues.” Besu said, her eyes focused on her plate.

Yuji tilted his head at her curiously. Sukuna made a low rumbling noise in his throat.

“Is that so?” He said. The way he said it made Yuji frown into his sushi, stuffing a big piece in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to say anything. “So what was all of that about cursed dreams then?”

Besu didn’t say anything, but Yuji was practically combusting from the need to explain the situation. He wanted her to look at him so he could figure out why she wasn’t telling her dad about Kia and Kai, but her hair hid her face from view as she continued staring at her plate.

“We were talking about your dreamcatcher.” Her voice was soft and scared, like the first day Yuji met her. “It keeps you from having cursed dreams.”

“Besu, what aren’t you telling me?”

Yuji couldn’t help himself.

“Mr. Sukuna, it was–” But as Yuji reached out his hand, it sent his milk glass tumbling over. “Oh! I’m sorry!”

Sukuna’s reflexes were quick as he ran over to a roll of napkins and he soaked up Yuji’s drink. By the time they cleaned it up, Besu’s lip quivered and tears ran down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sukuna. I didn’t mean to.” Yuji apologized.

“You’re not in trouble, Yuji.” A pause settled between the three of them. “And neither are you, Besu. But I want to know what you’re so scared to tell me.”

“Do you want me to tell him, Bechan?” Yuji asked.

“I appreciate your attempt at honesty, Yuji, but this is something I need to hear from Besu.”

Yuji watched Besu sniffle in silence for a minute or two before she wiped her eyes and looked up at her father.

“Some kids at school said that you were cursed, so Yuji-kun and I were trying to play detective so we could find stuff to prove you weren’t.” She whispered.

“It was Kia and Kai!” Yuji adds, feeling a pressure off his chest now that he could talk about it. “They wouldn’t sit with Bechan because they said you’re mean and cursed! Fuyuki and Yuto thought so too! But I told them that you can’t be cursed because Otouchan talks with you all the time, and Otouchan says you’re a good man. But Fuyuki said her mom thinks you’re cursed because you have tattoos and so we were getting stuff and taking pictures so we can show them you’re not!”

“Besu, is that true?”

She nodded, and Yuji shoved one more piece of sushi in his mouth while the two spoke. His hands clenched into fists at his sides when he heard her sniff. Yuji watched Mr. Sukuna set his chopsticks aside and glided over to kneel by her chair. He moved her pink hair out of her face, and Yuji thought he looked a lot like Otouchan did when he tried to help Yuji during a crying fit.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Princess?” He cooed.

“I-I didn’t…” She choked on her words for a few minutes, and he pulled her into a pair of strong arms. Yuji couldn’t help himself. He toddled over to them and threw his arms around Besu. “I didn’t want you…to be sad…be-because they said you were bad.”

A beat of quiet got interrupted as Sukuna suddenly burst into laughter and squeezed Yuji and Besu together.

“Oh, my little princess, you’re too sweet for your own good. Too sweet to be mine.” He sighed and smiled, before ruffling Yuji’s hair. “But you’re good at picking friends. You’re a good kid, Yuji.”

Yuji beamed and then asked if there was any more sushi.

. . . . .

For the rest of the evening, Yuji and Besu continued their trek through their house with Sukuna’s blessing. Besu also swore he’d left extra items out for them when they circled back to the living room to find an old gold piece hiding under a magazine.

“We might have just missed it the first time.” Yuji reminded her.

“No. Daddy definitely put it there.” Besu giggled.

By the time they’d amassed enough evidence of Mr. Sukuna’s non-cursedness, it was time for bed.

“Besu! Yuji! Time to get ready for bed!” Sukuna called up the stairs. “Be ready in ten or I’ll pick off all your toes and eat them for breakfast!”

Yuji’s eyes widened at Besu, who only laughed as she grabbed her clothes.

“He just means he’ll tickle us if we don’t get ready fast.” She explained, and ducked into the bathroom to change.

Both of them were ready well within the ten minute range, but that didn’t stop Sukuna from coming in and pulling Besu into his arms to tickle and torment her with raspberries against her cheek. Yuji rocked onto his back with a boyish giggle before the moment ended and Sukuna tucked them into their sleeping bags under the blanket fort.

“Now, you’re sure you don’t want to sleep on your bed, Princess?”

“I’m sure. I’m gonna show Yuji the stars!”

“Okay. Well, you sleep well. If you stay up late behind my back, make sure you’re asleep before dawn.” He pinched her cheek.

“Okay.” She smiled.

“And you sleep well, too, Yuji.” Sukuna said, ruffling his hair.

Yuji grinned, but chewed at his lips when a question came to mind.

“Mr. Sukuna, why do you think Kia and Kai think you’re cursed?”

“Hmm,” Sukuna rumbled, looking between the two of them before sighing and resituating his long legs. “I have a theory, but it’s a bit of a long story.”

“Will you tell us? Please?” Besu sat up, eyes sparkling in the evening light.

“Yeah! If you tell us then we can definitely prove Kia and Kai are wrong!” Yuji agreed.

“Very well.” Sukuna shook his head as they both turned their attention to him. “Besu, when you were just a girl, your mother grew very ill and died. I’ve told you the story, yes?” When Besu nodded, he continued. “Well, before your mother died, and you were still a baby, we moved into this house. At the time, and even still, it was rumored to be haunted.”

“Haunted? But we’ve never seen any ghosts!” Besu gasped.

“That’s because it’s not actually haunted.” Sukuna chuckled and patted her head. “But because it hadn’t been lived in and was abandoned for a while, people thought it was. Some men who weren’t very nice stopped your mother while I was paying for groceries one afternoon and when I walked out, they were crowding around her, threatening her for staying in the old Juju house and calling her a…well, some not nice words.” When he paused, Yuji watched him put a hand over his mouth for a moment before his hand settled into a fist on his knee. “Well, I couldn’t let them hurt you or your mother. I beat the bastards…shit, that’s a curse word. Damn!” He facepalmed and Yuji giggled. “Anyway, I beat them up for messing with the two of you and was put in prison for it. The neighborhood we stay in is bad about gossip, so the whole neighborhood knew that I’d been in prison and they stayed away from us and told your mother to leave me or she’d be cursed.”

“Why didn’t you tell them about the bad men?” Yuji asked.

“Her mother tried, but sometimes adults can be very closed-minded.” He pulled Besu into his side to kiss the top of her head. “Like I was, before I met your mother.”

“Then what happened, Daddy?”

“Well, your mother didn’t leave me. She was pure of heart, much like you, so she stayed by my side until the very end. Unfortunately, it was shortly after that that she became sick, and only a little while after that she died. That seemed to solidify to everyone that she was cursed, and by extension, me.”

“So, if we show them what we found, maybe they’ll see that you’re not cursed!” Besu said, hugging her father’s arm. “Right?”

“Well, Princess,” Mr. Sukuna sighed. “People don’t always work that way. Sometimes when they’ve made up their mind, they’re set on it.”

“But we can still try, right?” She pressed, face determined.

“Yeah! Since we played detective, we can show them you’re not cursed!” Yuji added.

“Heh,” Sukuna looked between the two of them and tickled both of their necks before he stood. “Maybe you’re right, kiddos. Sweet dreams, then.”

When he left the room, Besu suddenly tackled Yuji into a tight hug.

“Thank you for helping me, Yuji-kun.”

Yuji could only squeeze her back before they relaxed on their sleeping bags on the floor. And Besu told Yuji all about the stars and their stories, just as her father had told her growing up.

Their eyes closed just before the sun began to rise.

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duckapus · 6 months ago

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So in the Self-Help Hotline AU I'm starting with just seven Ashes, eight when you include the central Ash who's just starting out. I'll probably add a few at certain milestones (definitely when he goes to a new region (including the Orange Islands that totally counts) possibly after movies and similar Big Legendary-Related Disasters but I'm undecided there). Arceus gave them all nicknames because otherwise it'd start with the chat filled with nothing but "Ash Ketchum" and it'd be impossible to tell who's talking.

Mini-Me: The central Ash who just got a Pikachu who hates him but is technically giving him a chance (you really think he couldn't have just ran away whenever, even during the fishing line bit?) and left Palette Town on the Pokemon Journey of a lifetime. An arrogant, overconfident little dumbass elementary-schooler with a heart of gold who constantly switches between having an ego nearly as big as Gary's and having no self-esteem whatsoever with no in-between.

O.G.A. / TheLlamasErrandBoy: The Ash from the end of the main timeline (or at least a timeline so extremely close to it that it's functionally the main timeline), with all the character development and Trauma that entails. Arceus gave him Admin Privileges and Dipped after explaining what the chat was made for so he's allowed to change nicknames and immediately abuses that power to roast The Original One Itself.

QueenOfTheWorld: Ashley Ketchum. She had a few Realizations during the stuff in Celadon so she's transfem. Her Journey had the fewest differences from the Main Timeline of the six AU Ashes since being a girl didn't change that much about her life.

L.G.M.: The version from my Invader Ash AU. By now he's aware that his mission wasn't what he thought it was and is fine with being Earth's hero instead of its ruler. He's still morally a very dark grey and kind of crazy though. He is still an Irken and still loyal to the Empire (particularly Tallest Delia) after all.

Aaron Jr: an Ash from a world where the Aura Guardians never faded into obscurity and he received formal training from a young age. Insists that he doesn't count as a child soldier since he stumbled across disasters on his journey for Chosen One Reasons just like the other Ashes did rather than the Order deliberately sending him to solve those problems. Actually the fact that this literal child keeps ending up in so much danger despite their best efforts is one of the Order's biggest headaches. The fact that he's so good at dealing with it (and is one of the most powerful Guardians in decades) only eases their worries a little.

Spooky: A version of Ash who succumbed to the injuries and exhaustion he sustained during the Spearow chase and became a Misdreavus due to a hasty halfway-too-late resurrection attempt from Ho-Oh. He's currently a Mismagius, a master illusionist, the World Monarch just like most of the other Ashes, and has long since come to terms with his death and species change. He does still have a vengeful hatred (and slight fear) of the Spearow line, but can you really blame him?

MyJobIsBeach: An Ash who stayed in Alola to help fully establish the League after becoming the Champion. He did technically go through the plot of Journeys but instead of being a research assistant he just kept running into Goh and Chloe while working his way through the World Coronation Series. He is still friends with them but not quite as close as in most timelines.

DoTheMario!: An Ash who's somewhat more familiar with the Multiverse than the others because his world is permanently linked with a version of the Mushroom Kingdom following a recent adventure. As in, he just finished dealing with the related Big Disaster and stabilizing the connection (since for Complicated Space-Time-Continuum-Could-Get-Torn-Apart reasons they couldn't sever the connection) a couple weeks before the chat got made. Since the point of divergence was so recent (and post-series) he's the second closest to the Main Timeline out of the starting lineup after Ashley.

#pokemon anime #self-help hotline au #ash ketchum #ashley ketchum #invader ash au #aura guardian #misdreavus #mismagius #super mario #death mention #might have mini-me catch the lead spearow just so spooky's hatred of said spearow is actually relevant #his version of it Was directly responsible for his death after all #so mini-me catching not just A spearow but THE spearow would be a Big Deal for him #the order of adherence to canon goes og ashley mario beach spooky aaron lgm. mini-me doesn't count since the chat IS the divergence #these guys are honestly pretty tame compared to what i Could throw at mini-me #like i said before arceus doesn't want to overwhelm him. so he's saving the REALLY wild aus for the later regions

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need-a-name-101 · 4 months ago

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Should you watch fma'03? Yes (if you want). BUT! Here's the thing: fma'03 is its own story. It never intended to be an adaptation. The author of the manga immediately gave the anime staff her blessing to create an original ending because the old anime got aired when there was very little source material. HOWEVER, the fma'03 starts diverging from the manga basically from THE VERY BEGINNING. It hits the same or similar plot points at first, but the chronology of the whole series is completely different from the source material. There are added sidestories, added characters, some sidestories get omitted as well as some characters. The whole story is a remix and then its original thing.

The Brotherhood has a rushed first part. But overall is an actual adaptation of the manga (although it also omits some things, adds some things (the whole first episode is a filler that spoils things that are revealed in the first or second episode...) exaggerates some things...). But generally, it is THE Fullmetal Alchemist story intended by its author.

Watching fma'03 is completely optional. It's basically an official AU. If you want to watch the series with a different tone and a different storyline then give it a go (and watch Conqueror of Shamballa which is a movie but also an official ending to the series).

When should you watch it? Whenever you want. Personally, I'd watch Brotherhood first, simply to see where the author wanted to take the story and then go for 2003 version. To see it in a different light but also to spend some more time with the characters.

(Sorry for barging in with that whole essay, but I saw some answers to your question and I saw the tip to watch fma'03 till the Laboratory 5 and then go switch to Brotherhood and I almost clutched my metaphorical pearls in horror 😂

Please, don't do this, or if you do decide to do this, do it KNOWING what you are actually watching. Fma'03, while with the full blessing of the author, is not Fullmetal Alchemist as the author intended it to be. It is truly its own thing. Althoigh obviously, I don't know if the changes were made wholluly by the director or maybe they were advised by the manga's author herself. But without knowing this, I opt to fully distinguish the two.

Both are great stories tho!. But they are different stories. Different resolutions, different tones, different characters. Which is fun!)

Omg no worries, I have actually been so confused about the whole thing. And reading whatever people have been telling me has been very helpful, because let’s be honest google is not good for this, it’s better to ask the fans.

After reading what everyone said I am watching brotherhood first simply because I have already started it. I just wanted to know if I need to watch FMA to understand brotherhood. And turns out not really, and I did not know that there were movies 😓

I don’t think that the first episode spoils things revealed in the second episode and all. Probably because I haven’t read the manga or anything as this is my introduction to the fandom.

(And the tip about watching till lab 5 and then switching I am very confused about that tbh. But I am gonna watch brotherhood first because a lot of people were like you can watch either first)

Thank you so much taking the time to answer.

#fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #full metal alchemis brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist

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firehcart · 5 months ago

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i will be semi selective, in terms of who i will be writing with. i will not roleplay with minors, or anyone under the age of twenty-one years old. if your age is not disclosed on your blog, i will not be following back. there is no room for drama or negativity here when it comes to ship wars or character hate on the dash, particularly within this fandom specifically. with regard to call out culture, keep it for dangerous/problematic individuals and away from your personal friend drama. in light of the recent implosion of world politics, i will also put this out there and hope my meaning is clear - i will be making like aelin and keeping this a safe space for myself and the people around me who now do not have a safe space in the country they live in. there is no room for you here if you condone or encourage what is happening in the world we live in currently. if you are not someone who aligns with that safe space, i will respectfully ask that you please don't engage with it. you are entitled to what you want to believe in, but i will not be compromising my safe space for me or the people i care about most.

in terms of interacting, i promise i am a pretty comfy with whatever makes my mutuals most comfy. my affiliated list is not negotiable, which means i will not be open to writing with others of that muse or following single blogs of the same muse/s, but outside of that, we'll be fine. i am always down for plotting ( we do not need to have done this in advance for you to send prompts ) and i am crossover friendly. i have au verses, i am down to create more in most verses ( sans hprp, iykyk ). i love supporting mutuals so where possible i will try to share with promotions and engage with your blog, though i am australian so if i miss it on my dash i was likely asleep. if i leave multiple prompts, it is only ever for you to choose which you are inspired for, i will never expect all of them! if you have preferences for formatting styles, i am also flexible enough that i can work with you.

regarding duplicates, i have no issue with you existing. we're both writing a very popular character in series that is very saturated in media currently, it's going to happen, and you have as much of a right to exist here in this space as i do. what i do take issue with, is when you compromise my right to be here. that includes but is absolutely not limited to vagueing me on the dash, telling your mutuals not to interact with me ( especially given i check every single blog i follow to make sure they're not exclusive with another aelin before i follow, and for multis, that they do not have aelin as a muse with a no duplicates rule ), copying my designs or headcanons or threads. this extends just beyond my own individual portrayal - if i notice you doing that to friends of mine or other writers, you have no place on my follow list and find your way immediately to my block list. if your duplicate anxiety is so bad that you need to block me just for existing here, that is your choice and though i might not understand it, i will respect it. i actually hate that i have to make this rule such a prevalent one but i will make this clear - your duplicate anxiety is a) not my problem to police, and b) not an excuse to be a bad person in this community. i'm just asking for the bare minimum so let me make this clear : respect me enough to co-exist.

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— updated 12/11/2024.

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Between the Lines || Part XV

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader / WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Vampire AU. Life has changed drastically since the 1600s. Things are always on the move, and you’ve been very careful to not get on SHIELDs radar. Living on the down-low owning a café, you’re content to live out a quiet existence. That is until the Avengers enter your life.

[Set after the New York Invasion, in CAWS, and goes up to AoU. Canon divergent after.]

Warnings: none for this chapter.

Note: Regular posting? We don't know her but still be kind to me and don't let this flop LOL I think this chapter was just hard to write with certain parts which took so long </3 the next few ones have been easier to write!

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Gone.

Everything feels numb as you move through the motions.

You feel something's ringing in your ears, blocking out any other sounds. People are speaking to you, but you can't hear anything.

"Hey."

You quickly look up when you feel David's hand on your shoulder. His face is filled with worry, brows furrowed together as he looks at you. You feel something burning in the back of your throat from his look alone.

"Shit," David only says before he pulls you into a tight hug, maybe even too tight, but it feels good. "I'm so sorry that happened. I'm so fucking sorry." You don't say anything. He's not apologizing like it's his fault, but he can see the devastation on your face even if you don't show it.

"Are you ready for this?" David asks as he pulls back, looking behind you.

Everyone was there, but you couldn't even bring yourself to look at Natasha since she showed up. She had tried to approach you when they arrived at the scene, but you had sharply turned away. It didn't take too much to figure out what happened, but Wanda was the one who explained anyway.

You couldn't look at Wanda either.

Liam was the first to speak when silence fell, planning what they needed to do. He was the furthest removed from this situation; it was easy for him.

They called for Tony right away, who arrived on the scene shortly after to handle the body. He had looked at you, and it was like he recognized something behind your eyes. He slapped you on the shoulder and told you it would be okay before he left.

You stared at the small apartment, a police car at the front, and a confused babysitter at the door along with Allison.

God, Allison looked tired but confused.

You felt something constrict in your heart so painfully, squeezing the life out of you, threatening to break your ribs next. You could see the news being broken to them. The babysitter's hand flew to her mouth, and Allison stood there with her eyes wide, unsure how to take the information.

"No," you croak. "I'll never be ready but if I don't go there, I'll only be a coward along with a murderer."

David looked ready to protest, but you had started walking off, approaching the policemen.

"Lainey!" Allison cries, breaking out of the babysitter's grasp as the young girl flies into your legs, wrapping her arms around them as she buried her face into you. "The policemen are saying mom is gone! Tell them that's not true! She's just working!"

You feel a sting hit the back of your throat. Your hands balled into fists tightly for one moment before you released them, wrapping your arms around Allison.

"Allison, sweet pea," you pick her up and kiss the side of her head, and it was something in your voice that Allison picked up that she began wailing. "I know, I know," you whisper as you bounce her in your arms to comfort her. She was so young still, growing bigger every day but not even nine yet.

The policemen could see that you were close with the family as they looked at each other.

"Does Allison have any other immediate family who can look after her? Her father, perhaps?"

You shook your head. "Her father passed away just after she was born. It's just been the two of them for a long time. I believe she has an aunt in Santa Barbara. Her contact details should be somewhere in the house, let me go grab it."

The babysitter steps aside for you to walk into the house, and Allison is still crying as you rub her back. You find the contact information on the fridge and pass it to the police officer, and they take it but continue to look at Allison.

"We should be taking her down to the station with us until her aunt can come grab her," one of them said.

Allison wailed louder at the words. "No!" She screamed. "I want to stay with Elaine! You can't take me away! Tell them, Elaine!"

You shushed her softly as you patted her back, and she wrapped her arms around you tighter.

"I'm listed as one of Allison's approved guardians to pick her up from school," you tell the policemen. "That should be enough for her to stay with me while her aunt makes a flight in."

The policemen noted what you said down, and you were sure it would be so he could check. They grabbed your information before you left.

Silence fell upon the house once more after, save for Allison's soft crying.

"I can't believe it..." the babysitter said, shaking her head.

"You should go home for the night," you tell the babysitter. "Did Deborah pay you beforehand?"

The babysitter shook her head. "She was supposed to when she got home..."

"What's your Venmo?" You pulled out your phone. You give the sitter extra pay for the distressing night and send her off.

"C'mon," you whisper to Allison. "Do you want to stay here or do you want to come over to my place?"

"Your place," Allison whispers, and you nod.

You manage to grab a few of Allison's things from the place before you walk out of the apartment. You notice David, Natasha, and Wanda standing across the street. You place Allison down, and she makes a noise of dissent at it, but you tell her she needs to put on a coat.

"Where are you going to take her?" David asks, the words only making it to your ear.

"To the compound," you say quietly. "I can't take her back to my place. It could be compromised because of Tatyana, and Tony's security system is better than mine. I'll have someone pick up Allison's aunt at the airport for them to meet at Stark Tower after."

"Alright, we'll meet you there," David says softly. "Natasha is asking if she can ride with you and Allison."

You purse your lip, but when you look at Allison, you find the little girl with wet eyes staring at Natasha across the street.

You sigh. "Fine."

Natasha quickly makes her way over to you and Allison when David gives her a nod.

"Hey, sweetheart," Natasha says softly to Allison. The little girl's eyes well up again at Natasha's gentle tone—honestly, yours does too. "It's going to be okay."

Allison nods but doesn't say anything as Natasha offers her hand for the young girl to take. The three of you walk to your car silently, and Natasha sits in the back with Allison. The young girl lays her head in Natasha's lap, and you look once in the rearview mirror, eyes connecting with green ones before you quickly look away and begin the quiet car ride back.

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The night passed quickly, and Allison was tuckered out for the most part. But she wouldn't sleep, insisting she wanted to talk to Steve, like Captain America could somehow make it all better.

"I'm sorry, Steve, I know it's late—"

"Don't ever apologize for that," Steve cuts you off. "Shit, we're trying to pack up our things right now for the next flight out. If Tony's jet wasn't being fixed right now, I would be home already."

"No, god, you don't have to—Bucky—"

"Isn't going anywhere. We've lost track of him and don't have a lead. You need me."

Your heart fills up with something that you can't form into words.

"Okay," you relent. "Come home soon."

"Already on my way. Pass the phone to Allison."

You hum before you turn and give your phone to the young girl.

"Steve?" She says in her tiny voice.

"Hey, it's my best girl," You hear Steve say.

You leave them to have their conversation. You step out of the room but lean against the wall, idly listening. Allison looked so young and so tired. She sounds so heartbroken, and Captain America's voice is the only thing holding her together.

God, you did that.

You bite your tongue as Allison finally falls asleep, and Steve mutters a gentle goodnight before he hangs up. You quietly re-enter the room, putting the phone away before you tuck Allison in.

"I'm so sorry," you whisper as you kiss her forehead.

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"I need some fresh air," you mutter to the group as you pass them and head down to the main floor. The air is brisk, the moon reaching its peak for the night, and you take off into the trees. You head deep in, hearing the water by the stream.

When you reach the clearing, you stop.

You swallow a rather large lump in your throat. Like a newborn, the emotions stir inside you, threatening to rage and spillover. You take a shaky breath in an attempt to control it—to reign it back in.

But when you think about what you'll have to return to, what will come in the morning, you feel yourself stifle a sob. Fuck, it was all falling apart.

This was a mistake—all of this was a fucking mistake. You should've sent Steve on his way after giving him those books that day you met him.

You should've never invited Natasha to the park date with Allison.

You should've never made promises you didn't know how to keep.

You hear something rustle behind you, and you whip around immediately only to find Natasha coming out from behind a tree. You relax from your defensive posture and turn back around.

"You shouldn't be out here," you say hoarsely. "It's cold and late."

"I could say the same thing to you," Natasha returns at you, and you could practically see her brow raised while she said it.

"Vampires don't feel the cold like you do," you tell her softly. "Our body adjusts."

"It's still late."

"I told you I needed fresh air," you still don't turn around to face her. "Go back inside, Natasha."

"Are you going to look at me when you come back inside?"

Silence.

"If you aren't, I'm going to stay here until you look at me."

You close your eyes and grit your teeth. "Natasha, please—"

"No, I need to you look—"

"I CAN'T!" You scream as you whip around, eyes flooded with tears.

Natasha's mouth remains agape as she looks at you. Fuck, she's never seen you cry before. Even when you had talked about your life, you hadn't shed a tear.

And now? You were on the brink of drowning in your own tears.

"I can't look at you without feeling the absolute worst about myself!" You sobbed, anguish laced in your voice.

Natasha thinks then she can feel something breaking inside her at the sound of devastation in your cries. Your throat feels raw, burning with shame and wreckage. Your emotions are heightened; you're nearly overcome with hysterics.

"I told you!" You gritted. "I told you that my vows to love and protect mean nothing. I can't even keep one girl's only parent alive—how the hell am I supposed to protect you?"

"That wasn't your fault," Natasha tells you determinedly as she takes a step closer.

"I don't want to hear it, Natasha," you sneered. "I can place the blame all I want on Tatyana, but it doesn't change that I'm the reason Deborah was a target in the first place."

Natasha clenches her teeth because maybe now isn't the time to tell you it's not your fault when you obviously don't want to hear it, not ready to accept it.

"I don't need you to protect me," Natasha says instead.

You let out a snort with a shake of your head. "Right," your voice is despondent. "Because you're Natasha Romanoff, Avenger, ready to clear her ledger." You wipe at your face as you begin to make your way back in.

Natasha grabs your wrist to stop you from passing her. Her eyes are lined red, and you know you're the worst scum to live on this earth for hurting her like you are now.

But you're broken, and you are so, so tired.

Neither of you looks at each other, continuing to stare forward.

"Don't you get tired, Romanoff?" You uttered. "Don't you ever get tired of broken promises?"

Natasha grips your wrist tighter.

"I do," you muttered. "I'm tired of trying to be something I'm not, just so I deserve to love the hero. Everything I love breaks, Romanoff. You're no exception."

With that, you rip your wrist from Natasha's grasp and keep walking, clenching your jaw when you hear a choked sob.

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The hand-off of Allison is emotional. The young girl is obviously close with her aunt but not as close as she was with you. She cries, begging you to keep her, and you hate your existence at that moment.

You hate being a vampire, destined to never grow old—unable to keep Allison.

"I'll write," you promise Allison. "I'll write, and we'll video chat often. You can call me whenever you want to."

The promises seem to subdue Allison, but she's still weeping. You stand up, looking at Allison's aunt, Lisette.

"Please don't hesitate to reach out if you ever need anything. I've set up a trust fund for Allison for school, so you don't have to worry about that."

The woman gives you a kind smile. "You were really close to them, huh?"

You nodded. "I love Allison. Her mother was sweet as well. I'm so sorry for your loss."

"I'm sorry for yours as well," Lisette tells you before she gives you one last forlorn smile.

And then they're gone.

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Natasha watches you.

Days have passed since that night in the clearing, and you haven't looked at her once. She notices that you don't seek out Wanda either.

Something stirs painfully inside of Natasha. You were avoiding her, and that was breaking Natasha's heart. She could see you. She could always see you.

Natasha loved you like the sun rising and falling, loved you like a quiet sonnet. So, to watch you loathe yourself—to blame yourself was like watching your flame go out.

Broken promises or not on your end, Natasha's vows to you meant that she was invested in keeping your flame going when you could not.

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This is it, Wanda thinks. This is where the line was drawn, and Natasha's patience runs out. She would finally be berated, a well-deserved scolding from the redhead. After all, Wanda can't fathom why Natasha would seek her out otherwise.

They sit in silence for a long time before Natasha opens her mouth.

"Honestly, when I first realized Elaine was developing feelings for you, I didn't know if I had it in me to share her with you," the redhead confessed. "It was hard. You're beautiful, and when you're not being a complete bitch, you're witty, sarcastic, and funny. Although, I will admit there's a certain charm when you're an asshole too."

Wanda doesn't know what to say. She doesn't know why her mouth won't open and tell Natasha that she's beautiful too. So insanely beautiful that it sometimes drives Wanda mad with insecurity. And on top of that, Natasha was also witty, sarcastic, and funny, but also clearly more mature and gracious than Wanda.

"I think a part of me knew right away that you were always going to be something more to her. There's history between the two of you that I can't get involved in," Natasha doesn't even look at Wanda as she says all of this. "And in the end—because I love her—I told her to let herself love you too. I thought that you would love and protect her in ways I couldn't."

The ending words sting Wanda. The implication of them burns.

Natasha finally looks over at Wanda. "But you don't do what you're doing to people you love."

"Are you telling me to stop loving her then?" Wanda asks harshly.

"No, I'm telling you to do better," Natasha deadpans. "I told you there's history between you and her that I can't come in between—and I'm okay with that. Because just like you, there's history between her and me that you can't come in between. You need to learn how to be okay with that."

Wanda closes her eyes because these are things she already knows. God, doesn't she know it, but she can't seem to make her brain listen to her.

"So, despite everything we may do to her, she'll never give up on us. She can get tired and be past the brink of nothing, and she will still find it in her to keep us," Natasha says softly, and Wanda can feel the back of her eyes watering.

Wand knows this; she knows this of you. She knows your kind and forgiving heart, and that's what makes her cry because—

"But I don't want us to be the people that keep pushing her past nothing because we know she loves us and will keep loving us."

The urge to snap at Natasha springs forth like a mousetrap. The impulse to tell Natasha that she has no idea what she's talking about and whatever was happening between you and Wanda was none of her business.

And it takes everything within Wanda to suppress it, and she feels a little more rational when she does.

They sit in silence again, but Wanda feels a little closer, and she wonders if Natasha does too.

"Does it bother you when you see me with her?" Natasha asks quietly. "Do you wish that I weren't around?"

Wanda supposes it's a fair question, that perhaps Natasha was looking for a reason why Wanda was the way she was around her.

But this was also one of those things Wanda couldn't quite explain with coherence. And it might only be because she feels closer to Natasha in this moment with rationality that she's able to admit what she's about to say.

When she says it, Wanda doesn't look at Natasha, staring intently at the ground instead.

"It does but not always for the same reasons. It feels safe to keep you at a distance, but I also want you closer."

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Hours—days pass you like nothing.

As a vampire, time was so fleeting. But the numbness? It kept you in a melancholy daze.

This feeling reminds you of the days right after you had lost Tatyana. The despair of being unable to keep your own promises, feeling villainized by your own guilt, and lashing at others.

You want more than anything to deserve Natasha. And while you understand that it's Natasha's decision whether or not you deserve her, you know you don't. But you still love her achingly and pitifully. You yearn for her deeply, wanting to bite her and keep her close. You don't think there's ever been enough lifetimes for how long you could love Natasha.

You wonder if Natasha would tell you that you deserved her if you had told her those words—about how you really felt. But all you do is hide, and you hide from her and hide from Wanda.

It's easy to see what everyone is wondering.

Did you blame Wanda?

But that was something you couldn't answer. There were parts of the situation you blamed her for, but there were parts that you blame yourself for, and there were parts that you didn't blame anyone for.

You blamed Wanda for her recklessness and eagerness to rush after Tatyana. You blamed her for not listening to you.

You blamed yourself for not realizing that Tatyana had always been close by because you had gotten close with humans and were unwilling to use your powers on them. If you had not insisted on the gloves, perhaps you would've known much earlier on.

But the parts that you don't blame anyone for were the parts you hated yourself for the most. They were the parts that made you hide from Natasha, and what you knew were the reasons you didn't deserve her.

Because despite killing Deborah, being the reason why Allison had no mother anymore, you would do it again if you had to. You would choose to save Wanda in nearly any situation, and you would choose to save Natasha in the same. And if you were ever put in a position where you had to choose between them, you would prefer to end your own life.

Leo was wrong. You were not a good person.

Perhaps you weren't a bad one, but you were no hero.

And you wonder if this was what Tatyana meant to do all along—show you what you were capable of to keep what you loved safe. And if it was, had that meant you didn't love Tatyana the way she wanted you to—the way you did now—and that was why you broke your vows to her.

The thoughts made you ill.

A sudden noise makes you nearly break your neck while looking over. You had been hiding on the roof, drinking a bottle of whiskey by yourself even though it did nothing to soothe your pain.

You see who it is and turn your head away disinterestedly. You know you shouldn't, but you feel ambushed.

"I don't want company," you say as you take a swig from the bottle.

"I don't care."

You sigh as you stand up, walking briskly to leave when you're stopped. You look down at your arm and see your wrist being gripped.

You look back up. "Wanda, I'm tired. I don't want to chat or whatever it is you want to provoke me into tonight."

Wanda bristles at the words, gripping your wrist momentarily harder before she relaxes but doesn't let you go. She takes a deep breath before she exhales.

"We need to talk about it," Wanda's jaw clenches uncomfortably as she gets the words out.

"Why?" You demand. "What exactly is there to talk about? Whatever happened, happened. We can't change it and for once, I don't want to do a rehash of it to understand."

You keep your voice steady and calm, which only serves to make Wanda more upset.

"Because you blame me!" Wanda angrily fumes. "You blame me and you can't even say that! All you do is forgive me and because you can't this time, you hide!"

You rip your wrist away from Wanda, dropping the nearly empty whiskey bottle on the ground. It shatters, but you can't even hear it over the blood pumping in your ears.

"I know it wasn't intentional," you retort back at her. "But even if it wasn't intentional, I don't want to talk about it. What exactly do you want from me, Wanda? Do you want me to say it's okay? Do you want forgiveness for what happened? Then, fine, I forgive you and it's okay." You let out a tired sigh. "Are we done?"

You try to push past her and walk for the door, but Wanda blocks your way and pushes you back heatedly.

"We are not done!" Wanda tells you hotly, her face flushed.

She was all sharp edges that pressed uncomfortable against you, threatening to pierce you, and you knew whatever came out would be horrid.

But Wanda seems to always be like that. When the time came, she pushed and pushed and pushed until you were hurtling over the cliff, watching as she jumped after you.

It was something you hated and loved about her because past the edge was something between the lines—what you truly felt.

"For christ's sake! Even if it wasn't intentional, I'm the one who made you lose control. I was reckless, and I made you protect me. You killed that woman for me!" Wanda ran her hand through her hair before swinging her hand back in front of her.

"What do you want me to say?" You bit out, turning away from her.

"Just admit you're fucking angry with me!"

You whipped back around at Wanda, glaring at her.

"You don't think I am?!" You yelled at her, your jaw clenching, eyes ushered with tears. "Allison lost her mother because of me—because of what I chose to do to save you because you wouldn't fucking listen to me!"

"Everything has been so fucking hard, and you've yet to endeavor to make it any easier!" You hissed at her.

"Do you enjoy breaking my heart—breaking Natasha's? Do you like watching when I have to pretend that I don't see Natasha's heart breaking when I love her." You stood close to Wanda's face as you spoke, putting your hands on her shoulders as you gripped her desperately. Wanda's eyes are lining with tears as she looks at you.

"Why do you put me in situations where I become the worst version of myself when I fucking love you too!" The emotion in your throat is raw as your lips tremble.

"Then let's break up!" Wanda screams.

"We will not!"

Wanda sucks in a painful breath between her lips at your vehement refusal. The painful beating of her heart thuds against her ribs, slow and steady.

Your lips press into a stubborn line as your hands drag down to her elbows. "You do not get to run away when things are hard," you grit at her. "I don't know how the fuck to fix what's wrong with us but I love you."

It feels like Wanda's stomach dropped. Her limbs are going numb.

"I love you," you repeat, your tone heated with passion behind the words. "And I know you love me too. You wouldn't be standing here crying like that if you didn't."

The words surprise Wanda, but she realizes her cheeks are wet, and her throat feels raw for other reasons. You lift your hand to wipe away her tears, and Wanda chokes on a sob.

"I'm sorry," Wanda crumbles against you, face into your shoulder as her own wracks from her cries. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

You hold her close, pressing kisses into the side of her head. You can't tell her it's okay because it's really not, but you appreciate her apology.

"I know, I know," you whisper. "We're gonna figure it out. You, me, Natasha—we're gonna figure it out. Even though we're tired, we're gonna keep going until we get it."

And Wanda vows at that moment that she's going to do whatever it takes to fix it with you and with Natasha. If she can make it right, perhaps all three of them can finally be happy.

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The headache seems to come and go more often lately, Wanda finds. There doesn't seem to be a rhyme or rhythm, and Wanda can only deduce that it's the stress.

Things have been slowly returning to normal, or whatever they were before their confrontation with Tatyana. Your grief still lingers in the air, but you no longer avoid them.

Wanda had found you yesterday with Natasha, sitting outside on the steps. Your head was in her lap as she stroked your head, and tears fell from your eyes as you kept them closed.

Wanda had thought it was ironic. She seems to always be apologizing to you, and you seem to be always apologizing to Natasha. And Natasha? Well, she was the stern but gracious one to you and to her.

And when she watched you sit up, pulling on Natasha's shirt desperately as you pressed your lips sorrowfully against the redhead, Wanda's head hurt like screws drilling into her temples, but she couldn't look away.

"I don't know, I don't think we can rely on just waiting for Wanda to have a vision of where Tatyana to be. I'm not even sure if that was something that Tatyana had just wanted her to see."

Wanda's eyes refocus as she looks at David stroking his chin. They've been in a meeting for the last hour, trying to dig up anything that could find Tatyana again.

They've tried digging through all the street cameras, meeting up with anyone you've befriended in your life to investigate, and Liam and Wanda had tried the ritual locating spell once more.

Everything came up dry.

You were just about to say something when your phone began to ring. Your brow furrowed.

You picked it up and placed it on speaker. "Stacey?"

"Hello?" It was a frighteningly quiet whisper, filled with panic and urgency.

"Stacey, is that you? Why are you whispering?" You ask with a frown.

"Please, please come get me," Stacey desperately whispers back, and you can hear her on the verge of tears, which was unusual for the office gossiper.

"Why? What's wrong—where are you?" You ask immediately, lowering your own voice when you realize you could pose more risk to her if you were speaking too loudly through the phone.

"Josh invited me out. He said it was a small get together. He told me to meet him at the rooftop at work but—but—" Stacey's voice shuttered, and you could hear her holding back the sob. "When I came here, he was dead!"

You immediately stood up, Wanda and Nat along with you. You started walking out of the room quickly while Natasha prepared the car keys.

"Where are you?" You asked. "Work still?"

It was silent for a moment, and you wondered if Stacey nodded instead of actually speaking.

"Yes," she finally whispered. "There's something else in the building."

"Other people?"

"I don't know...monsters. Other coworkers came here tonight too."

"Are they okay?"

"I think so. I ran, and now I'm hiding. I have to be quiet. They hear so well."

You paused.

"Stacey," you said slowly. "Why did you call me? Why haven't you called 911?" You asked warily.

"I heard them talking. They're trying to be quiet too—they're scared of you coming."

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"We're going to try to find where the hybrids are taking the humans," David volunteers as he drags Liam off with him.

"You said there could be more than one, right?" Tony begins to levitate off the ground. "My heat scanners are picking up a lot of bodies in the building. I'm going to get the hostages."

Tony bursts off, leaving you with Wanda and Natasha.

"We need to find whatever hybrids are in the building and take them out," you decide. "Stacey said she was hiding on the roof. Tony's making his way up, so let's get to the roof first and make our way down and meet him in the middle."

The two women nod at you. The ground floor is eerily quiet, and you determine the humans are too far up the building for you to hear them. It's almost painful having to wait for the elevator to take the three of you up to the roof.

You open the door quietly, and you can hear someone's muffled breathing in the distance.

"Stacey?"

The sound of your voice has Stacey popping her head out from what she was hiding behind. Her eyes were watering, and her face was blotchy as she stumbled onto her feet to start running to you. Just as she was a few feet away from you, something blurs past you, coming right behind Stacey as they grip her tightly and hand around her neck.

The scene is both familiar and new to you.

You're brought back to the time Leo took you to see what Tatyana had created in that decimated village and when you were at Liam's home.

This thing in front of you looked like a normal human being until it could bring forth those sickly dark veins under its eyes.

It seemed much more coherent, and that was new.

"Please, please, please..." Stacey began crying. "Don't kill me, Gerard."

Gerard.

One of the missing people.

Except he wasn't missing anymore—he'd been changed.

You try not to make any sudden movements in case it's not as coherent as you thought and gets spooked into killing Stacey.

"Let the girl go," you tell it calmly. The hybrid being has shifty eyes and starts to move slowly, holding Stacey threateningly close. Its plan seemed to be using Stacey to escape unharmed.

"Move, and I'll kill her." His voice was raspy.

The three of you don't move, letting him near you to walk past. All of your minds are racing on how you'll save Stacey.

Natasha is the one to notice and take action first.

Stacey's trembling so hard that she stumbles when she accidentally steps on Gerard's foot. The distraction causes Gerard's attention to look away for just a moment, but Natasha pounces at the opportunity.

Natasha shoots a widow bite out, landing it straight on Gerard's hand, the electric shocks activating immediately. The second Gerard lets go, Natasha moves forward to grab Stacey and push her out of his reach. Stacey's head hits the floor, and she's unmoving.

Gerard lets out a rabid scream at the pain, still forcing through it to leap forward and into Natasha. They tussle and roll on the ground before Gerard bares his fangs at her, shocking Natasha into thinking he's going to bite her.

But he doesn't. He wraps his arms around Natasha so tightly it threatens to crush her windpipe, stumbling back up with his new hostage to get out of this situation. He rips the widow bite off of him as he stares menacingly at you.

Wanda had moved to check on Stacey, who seemed to be okay, just unconscious.

You were frozen in your spot.

You should've been the one to go after Gerard when he stumbled. What use was vampire speed when Natasha's brain seemed to work faster than yours?

The situation turns precarious with the threat still clear in the air.

Move, and the hybrid would kill Natasha by ripping her throat out.

Wanda's eyes trail the hybrid closely. He's desperate as he holds Natasha tightly to him, claws at her throat. Too many things are happening, and Wanda finds it difficult to remain focused. She can hear you thinking rapid-fire thoughts on how to save Natasha. She can hear Natasha's thoughts on how to get out of the situation unharmed. She can hear the deranged hybrid's thoughts on how to escape.

But most importantly, Wanda can hear her own thoughts. And the desperation of the situation has the quiet voice in her screaming finally.

This is your chance—leave her!

Despite how cold Wanda has been towards Natasha, the thought of abandoning her was unfathomable.

Leave her, and we won't need to share!

The voice was so vehement, so unlike her. Wanda's eyes drift over to you for only a second.

She's mine to love, and I'll never let anyone have her.

The words hit Wanda like a cold bucket of water.

That was not her.

All those headaches, the quiet voice in her head, the raging jealousy—that hadn't been her. Those times that she and Liam did the ritual circles and thought they didn't work. They had, and they hadn't realized because Tatyana was in the room with them every time—inside Wanda.

The notion of it makes Wanda's stomach twist so painfully she has to fight the feeling of her limbs going numb.

Time ticks faster than Wanda wants, but it only takes looking at Natasha once to decide what she needs to do. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Willing every ounce of mental fortitude it takes to make up for the lack of knowledge by sheer raw power, Wanda locks Tatyana in.

There's resistance immediately, but Wanda holds steady.

Wanda's eyes lock with Natasha. The explicit trust in Natasha's eyes dredges up a fiery emotion so powerful inside Wanda that she almost laughs.

Jealous of Natasha? Disliking her? Wanting to keep her distance?

It's so absurd, Wanda thinks. There's nothing more Wanda wishes than to have more time to close the distance between them.

A moment passes, but it feels like a million things are being said between them.

Don't.

It's the only way.

Don't you fucking dare.

I'm sorry.

"We only have one chance to get this right," Wanda says quietly enough for you to hear. "So, you better catch her if you don't want her to break both her legs."

You only get to be confused for two seconds before Wanda conjures up the red wisps of her powers, bending her back before whipping forward. The wisps surround the hybrid and Natasha, forcibly separating the two as Wanda uses one hand to hurl Natasha into your direction.

You brace yourself at the impact, catching Natasha safely, but the blow causes you to fly back into the stone ledge. Your breath hitches painfully as a result, but Natasha is safe from having her legs broken, as Wanda said.

The next moment happens so quickly you feel your heart drop into your stomach.

Wanda uses her powers to propel herself into the hybrid at break-neck speed, tumbling them right over the edge. It happens in slow motion then—she turns her head back slightly, looking at the two of you with sorrowful acceptance. She looks like she wants to say something, but too many words are left and not enough time.

So, Wanda doesn't say anything at all. She merely gives the two of you a minuscule upward quirk of her lips, and it's devastatingly heartbreaking. She turns her head away, and just like that—they disappear from view.

"Wanda!" Natasha screams as she takes advantage of your grip that has loosened from shock.

Next thing you know, you're watching Natasha leap and dive headfirst after Wanda.

"Fuck!" You curse, panic, and adrenaline coursing through your veins.

You blur to the edge, but they're falling too fast down a 700ft story building. You can't jump after them and save them even if you caught them. The impact of the colliding into the ground from this height would kill them regardless.

You turn, forcing every ounce of your body to go as fast as supernaturally possible back into the building, using the stairs to go one level lower. You pry the elevator doors open, looking up briefly to see the car above you. Grabbing the guiding rails, you leap.

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Wanda feels the wind whipping into her face as she falls. The hybrid tries to claw at her, and Wanda doesn't have enough control to keep Tatyana inside her and conjure up more magic. All she can do is use just enough to enhance her hand before using it to force the hybrid's heart out like she had with Ultron.

Unlike Ultron, who was made of metal, this hybrid was made from flesh. The consequence was uncomfortably warm and messy, but the body goes limp, and Wanda lets go without another thought.

The view opens up, and Wanda feels the unwanted terror at seeing herself fall, but she doesn't attempt to save herself. Instead, she lets her body turn over so she can face the sky. Maybe if she's lucky, she'll see a glimpse of you and Nat leaning over the edge and looking at her.

But instead, the sight of Natasha only a few feet away from her greets her.

"What the fuck!" Wanda shrieks, and a different kind of terror fills her. She immediately reaches her hand out, and Natasha uses it to firmly close the distance between them.

Natasha wraps her arm around Wanda, flipping them around, so she's underneath with the younger girl on top. As she looks around, she thinks about shooting her grappling hook through the glass of the building and hopes it takes. But if it did, there was a chance they could snap something or die from the impact of the collision. But they were going to die if they didn't do anything at all.

As they get closer to the ground, Natasha is about to try her luck when Wanda suddenly flips them over, so she's protecting Natasha from the impact of hitting the ground.

Wanda knows she needs more power to save them but using enough of her powers would mean she wouldn't have enough to keep Tatyana locked in. It doesn't even take half a second for Wanda to decide. She forces Tatyana out, blocking her from coming back in as she closes her eyes and surrounds her powers around them.

The air around them begins to slow, their bodies jerking slightly at the force of it. Natasha can see the ground now and sees everyone gathered at the bottom. She sees Tony flying with all of his boosters at max to make it to them, trying to force himself to go faster when he realizes it still won't be fast enough. Wanda pushes more of her powers out to save them, even though she's exhausted, and doing so physically feels like the first layer of skin is being ripped off.

Still, using her powers at the last possible second didn't do them any favors as they crashed into you and David into the ground. The two vampires break their fall but at the cost of their own ankles, legs, and back-breaking upon collision.

They hear agonizing gasps, and they scramble off, ignoring their own pain. Your ankle is bent at an unnatural angle when David doesn't move at all.

They call your name along with David's in distress. But just as quick as it happened, the venom in your body takes over and mends everything.

"Oh, god," David bemoans while Liam kneels next to him, checking him over. "That hurt so bad—I think I'm going to have ghost pains from that for a while."

You merely grunt before you sit up, rotating your ankle. "I'm okay," you groan.

Tony lands and takes his helmet off as he runs up towards Natasha. "Are you okay?" He asks before he snaps. "What the fuck is wrong with the two of you?"

Natasha is sitting with her legs spread and Wanda in between them. They look relatively unharmed save for some nasty bruises and cuts.

Wanda looks like she's on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Why would you do that!" Wanda screams at Natasha. "You could've died—are you fucking stupid?"

"You were the one to jump off first with that stupid look on your face that said acceptance all over it!" Natasha shouted back at her. "What the hell was I supposed to do?"

"Let me die!" Wanda shrieks. "I had Tatyana trapped in my consciousness, and if I died, I could've taken her right along with me, and this would've been over. But because your stupid ass came after me, I had to cut her out and save us."

Wanda's words clear up the situation for everyone, and it's like it clicks differently for multiple people about the situation lately.

"Yeah, it would've been really, really over for you," Natasha berates anyway. "That's not what an acceptable outcome is when we haven't exhausted all other options."

"You're the one who told me to stop being that person who keeps dragging you guys past nothing. I was fixing what I've done!" Wanda sneers at her in her asshole way that drives Natasha crazy.

"I said to do better, not go fucking die! Do you know what kind of heart attack you gave me?" Natasha snaps back.

Wanda merely screws her face up in annoyance before she falls into a slightly abashed expression. Her head feels clear for the first time since Ultron, and Wanda wonders distantly how long Tatyana had been inching into her mind.

But more importantly, with a clear mind, looking back on everything suddenly makes sense, like a thundering waterfall.

While she had felt like an outsider between you and Natasha, it wasn't because Wanda wanted you without Natasha.

Wanda had wanted to be included between you and Natasha. All those looks of jealousy and irritation that she couldn't place were partly because of Tatyana influencing her but also because Wanda had been jealous of you as well.

You were someone who got to touch and be loved by Natasha—something that Wanda had been curious about and desired deep down, locked away by Tatyana.

"I'm sorry," Wanda mutters, cheeks red at the realization of it. Just mortifying. She had been in love with Natasha and was just horrid to the other woman the entire time. Yes, partly because of the mind control, but Wanda couldn't imagine how she would reconcile with Natasha after months of hostility. "Thank you for jumping after me and saving me."

She'd be lucky to even have a close friendship with the redhead, never mind trying anything romantic.

Natasha is stunned into silence at the easy apology and gratitude. She looks at Wanda's abashed yet solemn face and can't help but be charmed by it.

Wanda is endearing and even more so that the other girl doesn't even realize she's still holding onto Natasha's hand.

And just like that, it clicks into place. Natasha only has a few seconds to wonder if it clicks into place so easily when Wanda allows herself to be open like she had that night and now.

"I finally figured out what it is about you that bothers me so fucking much," Natasha says after a moment.

Wanda looks at her with pursed lips and confusion. It hadn't really occurred to Wanda that Natasha would be bothered by her—aggravated, yes, in response to how Wanda treated her. But not bothered.

"I want you closer too," Natasha breathes, slamming her lips into Wanda's, gripping the girl's neck to pull her closer. When Natasha pulls back, Wanda is staring at her, breathless, flushed, and shocked. But then tears well up to her eyes, and Wanda starts crying from happiness.

You sigh loudly and dramatically. Your heart is slowly returning to its normal rate. Jesus Christ, these two. But you can't control the relief and utter bliss that's flooding your system.

"You two are going to be the fucking death of me," you mutter, smiling, and everyone laughs.

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In a dimly lit room, eyes suddenly open.

"Huh," Tatyana scoffs. "That little witch broke the connection. How dull."

PART XVI

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #avengers reader insert #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #marvel reader insert #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x you #natasha x wanda x reader #black widow x reader #scarlet witch x reader #mm: my fics

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whump-adjacent · 2 years ago

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Ask can you recommend some obikin fanfics?

For sure! I’m relatively very new to the fandom, but here are some of my fav Obikin fanfics so far:

NB- my preference leans heavily towards omegaverse & mpreg, so be warned if that’s not your jam 🤙🏼 Also see full tag lists per work on Ao3 link for squick/TW, etc.

Conceal Me Verse / by @himboskywalker

Conceal Me What I Am (Omegaverse AU | 18 chapters | Complete)

Brilliant, brilliant AU set during the Clone Wars where Obi-Wan is a high-flying (beta) Senator and Anakin is a popular (alpha) Jedi Knight. To help resolve growing suspicion towards the Jedi, the Chancellor proposes an arranged and very public marriage between a member of the senate and a Jedi. Obi-Wan and Anakin are of course chosen, being shiny and popular on the holonet (albeit fairly incompatible otherwise). Little do they know the Chancellor is purposefully setting them up for disaster as he knows the big secret - Obi-Wan is in fact an alpha! Anticipating the marriage will end in violence and subsequently destroy the Jedi’s standing in the Republic, what the Chancellor doesn’t know is that Anakin is also harbouring a secret designation: omega. 🤯

This work is STUNNING. It’s a slow burn in the best possible way; packed with feels, politics, so many beloved clone wars characters, omegaverse, humour, smut, whump, *costumes*, and so much more. It’s literally a novel. Like, it’s the actual full thing. Huge fav!

Let me be that I am (Omegaverse AU | 2 chapters | Continuing (hopefully!)

Set 1 year after the events of Conceal Me What I Am, this follow up gives a glimpse into Obi-Wan and Anakin’s lives now that their secrets are out & they are living as a mated pair in earnest. *Spoiler alert* Anakin unexpectedly gets preg - which immediately makes it my favourite type of fic. Plus the writing and details and smut are just as sublime as the first instalment in the series, so it’s really just the pinnacle for me. I really, REALLY hope there are more chapters in the future because this is the 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓅��𝓉 🥲

For Pleasure series / by @himboskywalker

Clone Wars era | 2 works | Continuing (I think)

During a mission to infiltrate a slaver’s ring, Obi-Wan, acting as slaver, is forced to demonstrate how well Anakin, acting as slave, can take punishment. Unexpectedly, Anakin is able to take it very, very well indeed 👀💦

A very sexy lil series that gets added to approx. once a year. It’s non omegaverse/preg related (which makes it very off-brand for me oh la la) but just so bloody well written that I think anyone would enjoy regardless of their ~preferences. Literally, it focuses on spanking/public humiliation kink, which is not something I’ve ever really considered or been interested in per se, but I was SO on board with it during this fic. As always, hats off to the writer (particularly for work #2, you had me!).

Oh, Where Do We Begin? / by ZenyZootSuit (Ao3)

Clone Wars era | 21 chapters | Continuing

There’s so much included in this one (as you can tell by the chapter count!) and it’s all so brilliantly done. Set in an AU where Anakin is living with bipolar disorder and Obi-Wan battles with alcoholism, key events from the prequels and Clone Wars canon are incorporated throughout this odyssey (e.g., Attack of the Clones, Rako Hardeen arch, etc). This writer *loves* angst and drama, plus a healthy serve of whump, so be warned there are death scenes, tears, relapses, and battle injuries - but there is also lots of humour, feels, and truly impressive smut ❤️‍🔥 It’s not omegaverse but it does incorporate mpreg (which obvs is a huge tick for me) as well as a very dramatic birth. All the fav characters are in there too, Padmé, Ahsoka, Rex, the 501st, the 212nd... Big recommend!

what’s mine is your is ours / by @tennessoui

Omegaverse canon-divergence | 2 chapters | Complete

The council calls in Obi-Wan to breaks some very unexpected news: Anakin is with child, and it’s his! But wait, it can’t be - they weren’t...? Ah, we love a force-willed pregnancy moment to spur on a relationship ❤️

This is a relatively short, very sublime gift fic that is *chef’s kiss* 3 Michelin star omegaverse smut 😙👌 I’m aware people have diff preferences when it comes to omegaverse ~anatomy, and this one does a great job of touching on everything a little bit without leaning too heavily on any specific trope.

Sidebar, if you’re not already following Tennessoui on tumblr (and keeping an eye on their Ao3), firstly shame on you! But secondly, do yourself a favour; read through their backlog too, they’re constantly creating and updating fics, responding to prompts and engaging with AUs. It’s fabulous and lots of fun! They also do commissions (an opportunity which I may or may not have jumped at 🤫)

#Obikin #fanfic recommendations #omegaverse #mpreg #omega!anakin #squick tag: a/b/o #canon divergence #replies #obikin fanfiction #I'm aware these are all super popular already #but as I said I am ~learning~#also any writers I've tagged #apologies if this isn't custom & I should have asked first!#I still don't really understand tumblr sorry #plz let me know if you'd prefer not to be tagged/have your work linked in this way!#ao3 #alpha!obiwan

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dayseternal-blog · 3 years ago

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Hi Days! Would you happen to know of any hurt/comfort maybe slight angst(heavy emphasis on the slight) but with a happy ending, married nh fics or oneshots?? I’ve been in one of those moods lately lol. Please and thank you very much!

hurt/comfort fics...I feel like there are very few hurt fics that actually have comfort, too. It can't be a hurt/comfort fic without ending in a sizable amount of comfort, right? A pet peeve I have is when writers tag their fic as hurt/comfort, but there is NO comfort. like, what. Also, it's been awhile since you sent this, so you're probably not in the mood anymore for these fics 😅, but here you go:

Hurt/Comfort NaruHina (Emphasis on Very Little Angst)

Chapter 22 from "Between the Trees" by @utsus - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Prompt: (You get to choose the POV) I like the sound of your heartbeat; your pulse is pushing against me. I'm good when you are around.

Chapter 27 from "Between the Trees" by utsus - Rated G, Canon-Compatible, One-shot. Prompt: I leave the POV to you but this sound like Naruto to me: You keep me warm in your bloodstream. You keep me calm when you breathe in.

Chapter 33 from "Between the Trees" by utsus - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Prompt: ...a combination of both or you decide: "It was you the whole time." / "It's three in the morning."

"Caged AU" from "Tales of Two Ninjas" by @magmawrites - Rated M, Post-Apocalyptic (?) AU, One-shot. The only world he remembered were the walls that surround him. Torture and experimentation. Silence and submission. Until he gained a cell mate. "Call Her Mine" by @peppercornpress - Rated G, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Post-war NaruHina one-shot. Naruto is NOT oblivious in this.

"January - Toward the Future/Vision" from "Still Falling for You" by @chloelapomme - Rated M, Royalty AU, One-shot. Sick of a unknown disease which paralyse his body little by little, the second prince of Uzushio, Naruto Uzumaki, has lost interest in life until the day a pretty street-dancer makes her entrance in his bedroom and gives him hope to have the future he wants to have.

"Someone to Lean On" by @myaekingheart - Rated T, Canon-Compatible, One-shot. Naruto looks after an ailing Hinata in the immediate aftermath of the war.

"but heartache pales in comparison to love" by datteba - Rated G but tw for mentions of miscarriage, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Naruto comes to certain life-changing realizations when Hinata falls sick.

“Blindsided” by grxcefully - Rated G, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Hinata cannot see. She is blind. But the light is often in contrast to the dark, and she has always seen the light in Uzumaki Naruto.

“Chapter 8” from “Lives of Konoha’s Couples!” by Satoorihoya - Rated T, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Prompt: You know, it’s okay to cry.

“You love like you’ve always been lonely” by @linisen - Rated E, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. After being raped at a party, Hinata gets pregnant. Scared, she runs away, leaving everything she knows behind. (summary is angsty, but this is actually very fluffy).

and my own hurt/comfort fics!

"Tell Me of Forevers" - Rated T, High School AU, Two-shot. Prompt: “Who did this to you?”

“Nightdreams” - Rated E, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Complete. Naruto and Hinata find comfort in each other after the war.

Married NaruHina Fics 💖

copy-pasting from a previous ask. List below the cut.

No Explicit Smut:

“Distractions” by starryknightskies - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Short One-shot. Tumblr prompt: Naruhina pining with Naruto missing his wife while at work. Meetings have always been boring, until a pretty girl catches Naruto’s eye.

Chapter 7 from “Postscripts” by @waterrolls - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Short One-shot. Prompt: I don’t know if you can consider this as an idea for a drabble but feel free to share what you think in whatever form you’d like… We know that in the Boruto series we’re already in the arc where Kawaki is staying with the Uzumakis. Prior to Naruto bringing him home though, how do you think the conversation went between Naruto and Hinata about having the boy stay with them? Surely he didn’t just bring him to their house without informing his wife ahead (I imagine that the convo took place while Kawaki was still in the hospital).

Chapter 14 from “Postscripts” by waterrolls - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Short One-shot. Prompt: Drabble request! They try to kidnap Bolt and Himawari, but their parents are actually the strongest couple out there.

“Hair/Haircut” from “Orange and Lavender” by ReadingBennie - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Short One-shot. She was fed up. Hinata loved her husband and her children dearly. But this was the last straw.

“In Between Drinks” by peppercornpress - Rated M to be safe, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Lord Seventh invites his buddies out to drink since Sasuke is back in the village.

“Yesterday” from “With You in the Future” by chloelapomme - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Remember the past to better move towards your future. Written for NaruHina week 2019 - Day 7

“Tous les Matins du Monde” by Imanga - Rated T, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Naruto wakes up in bed on the morning of the Rinne Festival…

“The Last Stand” from “The Little Joys and Sorrows of Everydayness” by Imanga - Rated T, Canon-Compliant (?), One-shot. In a desperate attempt to get themselves out of an uncomfortable situation, Naruto and Hinata risk it all. Written for the NaruHina Week 2021 Tumblr prompt: “Battle Couple”

“Give Me Your Hand” from “The Little Joys and Sorrows of Everydayness” by Imanga - Rated M, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Same sentence, five different situations. Written for the NaruHina Week 2021 Tumblr prompt: “Hand”

“Day 7″ from “A Love Story Like Never Before” by @journalsofagoddess - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Prompt: Dancing

“Day 17″ from “A Love Story Like Never Before” by journalsofagoddess - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Prompt: DIY Project / Home Improvement.

“Pretty Pretty Prankster” by @alabasterink-blog - Rated T, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Hinata was beautiful and, unfortunately, the rest of the world agreed.

“the body he loves” by @cherryjutsu - Rated M for nakedness, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. It’s okay to be imperfect, because that makes you perfect and that’s perfect.

“Late Night” by cherryjutsu - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Short One-shot. Prompt: Late night <3

“Nightmare” from “Walking Beside You” by @spyder-m - Rated M for a little inappropriate petting, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Naruto and Hinata are finally able to have some alone time. Unfortunately, they’re interrupted by an untimely bad dream.

“Bento” from “Walking Beside You” by spyder-m - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. As he ate, Naruto was reminded fondly of the first time Hinata had ever shared her cooking with him.

With the super smutty:

“Lord Hokage” by EroPrincess - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, Series of one-shots. Naruto loves it when Hinata screams out “Lord Hokage” during their lovemaking.

“A Late Night Visit” by LittlePeach27 - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Hinata visits Naruto late one night for dinner in his office but they don’t do much eating.

“Fun at work” by @carny-writings - Rated E, Canon-Compliant (lol), One-shot. She walks to the door and silently puts the lock-up seal. That seal is usually only used for important meetings… but right now, it was going to be used for a more personal matter.

Here’s the ones that I’ve written:

“Shared Vows” - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, Series of one-shots. A series of one-shots concerning the highs, lows, and in-betweens of their romance, not in any chronological order.

“In Between Drinks NH” - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Sasuke is back in the village, and Lord Seventh gathered everyone for drinks to celebrate!

#anon #naruhina fanfic recs #naruhina hurt/comfort #married naruhina

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threeletterslife · 3 years ago

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01 | Legends of Darlaria

⨰ summary: You wake up amidst a war with no recollection of your past. Faced with suspicion and distrust, you struggle to assimilate into a foreign nation—otherwise known as your home. But on your enlightening journey to search for your identity, you come face to face with the General of the Army.

⨰ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader & jungkook x reader | PG-15

⨰ genre: 70% angst, 30% fluff | war!au & magic!au

⨰ warnings: profanity, mentions of blood and (one) brief mention of vomit, (very) minor character deaths, injuries (broken ribs & open wounds/stitches)

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⨰ a/n: thank you to the lovely @the-berry-named-ari for taking the time to beta-read!! i appreciate you!

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⧖⧗Circa Sapph⧗⧖

Red. You see red. It’s the first thing you see when your eyes peel open slowly—as if they’ve been sealed shut for hundreds of years. Red. Labored breaths escape your quivering lips, your heart beating frantically in your chest. Red. It ripples in your vision, hues deepening in color—almost sinisterly, almost like it’s mocking you. Red. It swallows your sight, strangles your throat, swamps your senses. Red. Like blood.

Suddenly you don’t think you can breathe.

You gasp, sitting up, your fingers ghosting around your neck. Immediately, a sharp abdominal pain pervades your entire body, cutting through your insides. Tears begin to prick your vision. It hurts. Something feels broken, and a newfound throbbing finds its way into your head. You wince, biting your lip to muffle a scream. Then, you freeze.

Red. It encompasses your vision again.

The air is hot and heavy, carrying the weight of death in its feeble arms. There are immobilized soldiers bundled up in white bandages seeping with crimson blood, desperate soldiers who are wailing, pointing up to the billowing red canopy of the tent and cursing or praying—you can’t tell which; and there are many soldiers who have ceased all sort of movement. You catch glimpses of their stone-cold eyes before someone drapes a white blanket over their still-warm corpses. Blood stains the dirt in ugly blots of color. And you watch, frozen, as men and women in scarlet uniforms cry for their families, their friends, their lovers.

Your fingers tangle around a chain around your neck, and it takes a lot longer for you to notice that it is not a restraining cuff but a dainty necklace with a pendant hanging from the middle. A diamond. The white jewel sparkles against your soot-covered skin, twinkling despite the blood and the gore. Something about it brings you infinitesimal comfort but it’s comfort nevertheless.

When you finally look down at your own body, you see a frail figure—bruised and battered—but in a much better state than the others. Your bandages have been freshly changed, and though you’re in pain, you feel fully cognizant enough to think: what the hell happened? How long have you been here? Where the hell are you? Asking questions is at least a step in the right direction. You stare at the red fabric of your uniform, head whirling with thousands and thousands of different theories and ideas. But in the end, the thoughts diverge to one critical conclusion: you are a soldier.

A soldier. You must be fighting for something, then. Whether it may be your honor, your nation or your loved ones, you must be a soldier for something’s sake. But it’s quite laughable. Fighting for a nation you can’t even recall. Even worse, your enemy’s face is a blank slate in your mind. How can you fight against people you don’t know at all? How can you let their blood spill on your hands when you can’t remember how they’ve wronged you and your nation? Or are you getting too ahead of yourself? What if none of your thoughts are true? How can you be sure of anything?—you can’t—not when you can’t even recall a single name other than yours.

But the more you try to desperately sift through your memories, the more you realize that you have none. Your head begins to throb again, and you clutch your necklace for moral support, hanging onto it as if it were your lifeline (and you’ll treat it that way until you figure out what the hell is going on). It doesn’t make sense. How are you a stranger in your own body?

“Your name, dear soldier?”

The deep, dulcet voice startles you nonetheless, making you shift in your cot—your body retaliates in stinging pain and you grunt, hands pressing immediately against your side.

“Oh dear, you’ve got a couple of broken ribs, so try not to press too hard on your abdomen, all right?” the voice speaks again. But this time, you catch the face of the owner: a kind-looking middle-aged man with a gentle smile on his lips. He dons a loose, taupe-colored uniform, the cotton fabric falling down over his knees and grazing his shins. His sleeves have been rolled up to battle the insufferable heat of the tent, and beads of sweat have collected on his forehead, which he quickly wipes away with the back of his surprisingly soft-looking hands. He then folds his hands delicately over each other and gazes at you with an amiable yet inquisitive look on his face. As if he’s waiting for you to reply to something he’d said.

Oh. Embarrassment washes over you when you realize he had asked you a question. Your name, dear soldier? he’d said. Huh. So you are a soldier. And after little thought, you realize you do remember something. Your hands drop from your side.

“Y/N.” It falls from your lips easily—almost too easily. “I think that’s my name.” If the man knew you before, he doesn’t make it obvious; instead, he gives you another soft smile and introduces himself.

“Well, Y/N, it’s very nice to meet you,” he says. “You were unconscious for five days so I’m happy to see you’ve finally woken up. I was getting worried that you might never… Never mind that.” He smiles again, revealing a pair of pretty imprints in his cheeks. “You know, your case was a miracle! The spirits must’ve wanted you alive.” He laughs a little at his own joke. “You were found unconscious on enemy territory with major injuries, but it looks like they spared your life. They never tend to do that. ” He trails off, his smile wavering a bit before he turns his attention back to you. “So, how are you feeling?”

How are you feeling? If only words could describe the panic, the confusion in your mind. How did you survive? Who is this enemy that supposedly spared your life? Why can’t you remember anything?

“I… don’t know.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” the man says with good nature. “You’re in great shape. Your injuries are healing quite nicely. In fact—”

“No, no it’s not that,” you say, shaking your head slowly. “I… I don’t know anything. I can’t remember a single thing from my past.”

The man’s smile flatlines. “Oh dear,” he says. “The concussion must have been worse than I thought.” He looks grim for a few moments as if to mourn the loss of his own memories and not yours—an empathetic man in an unsympathetic place. But he seems to grab a hold on himself because, in a few seconds, his grim look is replaced with a bright smile and a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry, though. Most soldiers want to forget. Here.”

Your eyes widen when you see a spherical bubble of water levitating just above his palm. It’s such a perfect little shape, and the man seems to be entirely in control of it. “You’re so dehydrated that I can feel it without my wielding,” he laughs, jutting out his hand.

Everything’s so fast-paced.

While you were asleep, everyone must have collectively run two laps around the whole nation, learned new things, fought new battles and developed a new sort of jargon impossible for you to discern.

You’re still trying to process what he said before. Most soldiers want to forget. You assume most soldiers would want to forget the contents of the battles, but you doubt they would want to forget about their husbands and wives, their children, their friends and their partners. You doubt they would want to forget the core memories that make up who they really are. The memories that provide them a reason to live when they’re trapped in this stuffy tent, where all they can see and smell is blood. Most soldiers want to forget. But you want to remember. Because without your memories, dammit, you know yourself as much as the person on the cot next to you.

Who even are you?

But to hell with that train of thought because now you’re processing newer information—information that puzzles you even more. “Wielding?”

“Oh dear,” the man says. “Here, take the water drop and I’ll explain.”

Take it? It won’t splash in your face the moment he lets go of it? There’s something especially spellbinding about this. A phenomenon you can’t quite explain. The man watches as you daintily pick up the bite-size bubble, and you stare curiously at it as if you don’t know what to do with it. It feels smooth, malleable and cool to the touch. The water reflects the little light in the tent, shining pastel rainbows on the palm of your hand. For a moment, you wonder what would happen if you poked it. Mess up its beautiful equilibrium. Would it splatter and lose its magnificent shine? Lose its form as a perfect sphere, lose its shape and memory?

You don’t ever want to ruin something as beautiful as that.

“Pop it in your mouth,” the healer says. “I enhanced it with some minerals that you might need. But you know, when I checked your blood four days ago, you’re actually exceedingly healthier than the average soldier. Sufficient levels in everything except vitamin D.”

Good to know, at least. Though a soldier missing their vitamin D sounds a little preposterous. But you’re sad to see the bubble go, wishing you could hold it in your hands just a small while longer. Yet your thirst wins over your childish desire. You do as your healer says, carefully slipping the water drop in your mouth to satiate your dry throat. Gingerly, you bite down on it, only for the water to burst on your tongue. It tastes like nothing, but the chilled liquid sweetens the inside of your mouth. The droplets soothe your palate and wash down your throat in seconds, leaving you feeling empty yet not so parched anymore. You chase after the feeling, hand crawling up to grasp the necklace resting by your neck.

“You don’t happen to remember your last name, do you?” the man asks. “I can ask one of the officers to check the records and see which sector you’re from. Maybe then we can figure out if you worked with other elements besides fire. You know, since all of our soldiers are fire mediums.”

“No, I don’t remember.” You didn’t even know you could wield fire. You didn’t know anyone could possibly wield the elements. But here this man is, a water ‘medium,’ claiming that you’re a fire medium. With this little knowledge, how could he possibly expect you to remember your surname? You’re still trying to process the fact that you can wield fire in the first place.

Fire. The word echoes in your head, over and over again. And for a moment, you swear you can feel the heat. You suppose it’s warm. Tender flames and ambient lights, a cozy spark in the cold of the night, a cardinal red glow accompanied by flickers of yellow and orange… Yes. You must be connected to fire in some way. The warmth swells inside you, consoles you, solaces your mind.

But then, your thoughts begin to wander. You begin to wonder what being a fire medium entailed: if you could conjure up bonfires with a flick of your hand, if you could boil water just by holding a container, if you could walk barefoot on hot coals with flames settled in your eyes. Did you cook using your own fires? Could you even cook? Have you ever accidentally burned someone else you didn’t mean to? But one thought leads to another, and naturally, you begin to wonder how you used fire to fight.

Your gut coils.

You glance at your palms, turning them over and scrutinizing them. As pretty as fire can be, you realize it is just as destructive. How many people have you burned with these very hands? How many have you scorched to death? How many have you killed?

Your blood runs cold.

“Um…” Your healer clears his throat, breaking you from your spiraling thoughts. “I just, uh, I wanted to let you know, though…” His face contorts. “There’s a chance you might have lost your connection with fire… If you didn’t even remember that you were a fire medium, then the chances are… I mean, you can always relearn but…” he trails off. “Memory loss tends to cut off the connection. It’s usually temporary.”

Usually. Something inside you breaks. Fire had been a part of your identity, and you thought you knew it. You swore you’d felt it within you.

“I’m sorry.”

Your face visibly falls. What does this mean? Are they going to kick you out of the tent as soon as you heal? Are you exempt from fighting in the war now? Or are they going to force you to mend your connections with your element?

“I’m sorry,” he says again as he watches your face distort. “I feel like I’m not explaining anything. You’re confused, huh? You know what?” A pause. “I’ll start from the beginning then. Um, how to start, how to start… Well, you see, the spirits shared the elements with us a long, long time ago: fire, water, earth and air,” he explains slowly. “Do the others happen to ring a bell?”

Another shake of your head.

“Oh no worries,” he says quickly, trying to assure you. “Well, dear, we’re in Solaria. Others call us the land of nature and nurtured, and it makes a lot of sense since we all work with one or more of the elements. I don’t really see ourselves as magicians, though, but other nations do. At least that’s what they thought the last time we opened up our trade. Circas and circas ago.” He shrugs. “We’re just mediums. Vessels that the elements use so we can be in close harmony with nature.”

Vessels. Harmony. Nature. You try to digest his every word, try to reach in the back of your head to see if any of it is familiar.

It isn’t. But you try your best to catch up on the things you’ve lost. “So you’re a water medium.”

“Most healers are,” he says. “But I dabble in earth too. Actually, I picked it up from living in Elu, and it comes in pretty handy whenever.”

Before you can even ask what or where Elu is, your healer moves on, pointing at the necklace you’ve been nervously twisting the whole time. “Oh my, what a pretty necklace!”

You nod in agreement, feeling the edges of the gem with the pads of your fingers. “Oh, thank you.” Your eyebrows twist. “I can’t remember where I got it, but it feels important. I think… I’m not sure, but I think someone important gave it to me.” It’s a slow, steady gut feeling. And at that moment, you can almost feel the warm fingers of another dancing behind your neck, clasping your necklace for you. But it’s probably just your imagination.

“Maybe a significant other?” he suggests.

You really wish you could say those words triggered some sort of memory hidden deep within you, but it doesn’t. “It could be.”

“Then why don’t we put your necklace in this case and hide it away under your cot?” he says, figuring a dirt-made container with the flick of his hand. You watch in awe as delicate leaf engravings crawl up the hardening case. With a flourish of shimmery mist, a perfectly circular knob configures itself on top of the lid. Soft brown and deceivingly smooth-looking like silk, the box rests against his palm, waiting patiently to encase your necklace. “Something as precious as that? You might lose it around here, dear.”

He helps you unclasp the chain from your neck, and you watch the shimmery jewel become enclosed in the pretty, engraved case. The moment the last of the golden chain leaves your fingertips, you feel a chilled cold wash over your body. It has nothing to do with the pain in your abdomen, and it’s not necessarily painful—just an unpleasant feeling. The moment the necklace is out of view, you begin to regret taking it off. Why do you feel so heavy without it? So… empty? Lost, even.

The necklace was a sign from your past—the present that would lead you back to your past. Whoever gave it to you—if someone gave it to you at all—would want to see it around your neck the next time you meet them. What if they can’t identify you without it? What if this necklace was a part of your identity? But that’s not a question of ‘what if.’ Because really, this necklace is the only clue connecting back to your past. No one is born with a sparkling diamond necklace around their neck. So where the hell did you get yours? What does it mean?—if it even means anything at all? Should you keep it on you at all times to help jog your memory? Should you refuse to hide it away?

No.

No, your healer’s right. Solaria is in a gruesome war. It’s best to hide your important belongings away, where there will be no chance of you losing them.

“Ah, young love,” your healer sighs. “It’s a pity we’re in a devastating war. For over a hundred years, I tell you. They’ll come back for you, though. Your lover. They’ll search for you until they finally find you again. I’d do that for my partner too. You know, I actually gave him a necklace—kind of like yours—except it was made of green jade. Spent 50 solarins on it, too. You know, I’ve never seen such a pure white gem like yours. It must be very rare.” He offers you another kind smile. “My husband’s waiting back in Elu, fixing up his little tea shop with our two cats.”

Your healer is quite talkative, and you bless him for that; the silence reminds you of your pain, but with Namjoon—he finally slipped in his name after an hour of talking—constantly filling up the quiet spaces, you’re kept well-distracted. You learn that he lived in the capital sector Elu until the soldiers came and asked for volunteers to work in the medical tents. He parted with his husband and his two precious kittens to make a living from the never-ending war. As he put it, ‘to heal so soldiers can, unfortunately, fight again.’ The pay is good, and he sends what he can back home. ‘We want to move out of the city and back to where we’re both from—Ara. We’re trying to save up for it. And maybe when this war is finally over, we’ll be able to do it.’ So he went headfirst into the medical tent, with no prior medical experience and just as little knowledge of the enemies.

“They’re magic folk too,” he says, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Darlaeans, from Darlae. We call it the Forgotten Kingdom. But supposedly their magic is older than ours, which is strange because you’d think working with the elements is as ancient as you can get.”

With Joon—he insists you call him that—on a generous three-hour break after pulling two twenty-hour shifts to treat the soldiers who came in after a particularly violent battle, he fills you in on as many things as he possibly can. You insist that he gets some rest, but as your healer, you’re only obligated to listen to him and not the other way around.

“I’ve been waiting and tending for you for five days, Y/N. I’d rather get to know you,” he keeps saying. Though there’s really not a lot about you to know. Namjoon seems to know that too, deep inside. So he tells you stories of his past. Whether it’s about the bubbling brooks and frozen lakes he grew up with in Ara or the warm, bustling capital sector of Elu, he always has something to say, something to paint a picture in your mind. Slowly, you feel less and less empty. Like his stories are your own and you’re taking them away to store forever.

“We have other sectors too, but I just think you can’t compare them to Ara. You know, during the wintertime, it gets so cold that you can see the frost that gathers at the tips of the plants. You should see the colors—lilac and pale blue and it’s just…” he sighs. “It’s beautiful.

“I miss it,” he admits. “But working here isn’t too bad, either.”

It seems as though things have calmed down in the medical tent. The brunt of the pain and death has passed, leaving the healers to catch their breaths and the soldiers in their cots to rest and wait for their bodies to recuperate. The air is heavy with sweat and musk but not so much with death anymore. Or you’ve just grown accustomed to it.

The red drapings of the tent don’t bother you as much. It had felt foreign at first, but now you realize this is the color you’ve probably seen countless times as a Solarian soldier. It is a color that proves you are alive. That every time you open your eyes, you’re still in this world getting treated on your cot and not wandering off to the unknown. The high ceiling of the tent gives you something to stare at, something to exercise your mind and keep you occupied. Outside, the wind caresses the red curtains, letting them flow gently—like a stream of blood.

But it isn’t too bad. It could be much worse.

“There are busier hours, you know, mostly right after one of the bigger battles led by our General. But it’s not too bad right now,” Namjoon says. “I like talking to the soldiers a lot. You learn so much about Solaria and the different sectors that make up our nation. Once you start asking, soldiers never really stop talking about their homesectors. I mean, our homesectors are our roots. It’s just like how I’m proud to be from Ara, you know? It’s really nice to hear that so many of us have something to fight for.”

He probably didn’t mean to, but his words deflate you. Something to fight for… Yet you can’t remember why you volunteered to fight for Solaria. Maybe you promised a lover back home. Maybe you promised a dying mother, a dead sibling. Or you wanted a fresh start to your life; maybe you were naïve and thought going to war would place meaning in your existence. Something to fight for.

You’ll have to fight for yourself. Fight to live, maybe. Fight for a nation you barely remember; fight against a nation you barely hate. When you can’t remember anyone else who has impacted your life, aren’t you the only one you can trust? But can you trust yourself when you don’t even know who you are?

Namjoon’s eyes soften as he watches your face contort with thought. “It’s best not to remember,” he says softly. “I meant it when I said most soldiers want to forget.”

In a way, he’s right. Not remembering gives you a chance to rebrand yourself. Create a new you. It erases your traumas—if you had any—does away with past pains and catastrophes and allows you to begin a new life. But…

“Do you know of any other soldiers who came back from the battlefield five days ago? Maybe I was friends with some of them. Maybe I—”

You just want to know who you are. Is it so bad to be curious? The pain, the suffering—you don’t care if it’ll hurt you again. Because those experiences were what made you your own person. Without them, you might as well be a newborn baby trapped in an adult’s body.

“Oh.” Namjoon interrupts, and for a moment, you think you’ve pissed him off with your persistence. In reality, however, with his eyebrows twisted together and lips pressed into a thin line, he looks worried. “It’s hard to keep track of all the soldiers who come in and out of this tent,” he says. He’s avoiding eye contact, but you don’t relent, staring at the side of his face until he looks up, hesitantly. Your eyes meet, his soft brown ones connecting with your own wide, hopeful ones. He fidgets. “Not… not a lot of soldiers survived that battle,” he says. He fidgets again. “Oh, for Sahn’s sake. It… it was a bloodbath. The Darlaeans were especially brutal that day. It was a miracle that you survived—a mystery even—and on enemy territory at that.” He looks up to gauge your crumbling expression, mirroring your forlorn look with his own countenance.

The last bit of hope within you melts away. What was the point of surviving when you don’t even remember the reason that you’re fighting? What was the point of being brought back to life when you’ll have to fight in a war you don’t care about? You may have been a Solarian, but you have as much attachment to your nation as a fruit fly might have for a bear cub.

You take a breath.

But it’s not that bad. It’s not.

You have your necklace—somehow the only evidence that you had some sort of a past. You have Namjoon, who seems friendly enough to help you get back on your feet. You have yourself. You were once lucky enough to be spared on the enemy’s territory; you’ll wait for another serendipitous window to get your memories back. The hope is seeping back in.

You’ll take time for yourself, heal, fight if you have to. But your ultimate goal will always be to find out who you are.

Soon, Namjoon leaves your side to tend the other soldiers, and it leaves you by yourself. With your back propped up against the headboard of your cot, you survey the tent. It’s calmed down quite a lot. Most soldiers are asleep now, their pains momentarily forgotten during their slumber. You watch the few soldiers who are awake. They look shaken, bloodshot eyes rapidly moving left and right as if an enemy soldier were going to ambush them at any minute. If you hadn’t lost your memories, you might be one of them.

But you’re calm. In fact, there’s no reason for you to panic. Not when you can’t recall what you should even panic about. Instead, you ruminate about other things. Things that don’t have to do with the war.

You long to step outside of this tent. You wonder what it looks like out there. Wonder what it feels like to smell something other than blood and sweat. Wonder what it feels like to wake up and not see red. Wonder if it’s beautiful out there, just like the way Namjoon described his homesector. Your eyes begin to flutter shut as your thoughts lull you to sleep.

Then, there’s a jerk of the red curtains. You get a short glimpse of an azure sky, golden sunlight, verdant grass, shedding trees getting ready for full-blown autumn, and you inhale a whiff of fresh air—pine, a hint of something oaky—but it’s all gone before you can react. Everything becomes hidden away by the drapes. It’s all red again.

When you blink, you realize someone had walked in—no, stormed—into the tent. A man. He has a slightly shorter-than-average stature with a surprisingly slumped posture, yet somehow, he radiates authority and strict business. It’s just something about his eyes—his charcoal pupils lost in the tenebrosity of his irises—eyes squinted ever so slightly as his vision sweeps cynically across the tent. When he blinks, a trail of wet blood rolls down over his eyelid, but he makes no move to wipe it off. Instead, he clasps his hands behind his back, and the action makes his chest jut forward. The motion draws your attention to the middle of his uniform, where a circular golden emblem rests so proudly. Your eyes begin to drift down to the aureate cords that dangle out of a silky sash tightly knotted around his tapered waist. His uniform is smeared with what looks like a mixture of fresh blood and dirt, which implies he’d just come out of a battle, but it doesn’t stop him from looking absolutely regal. For a moment, you wonder if he actually is royalty.

Whoever he is though, the atmosphere in the tent had shifted ever since he had walked in.

The barely conscious soldiers are now alert, gazing at the man with emotional looks on their tired faces. You recognize hope, admiration and faith. Even all of the healers had stopped what they were doing, bowing down with respect.

The man raises his eyebrows. “For the love of Sahn, stand up,” he sighs. “There’s no need to bow in my presence. I’m not your king.” His voice is surprisingly quiet, his tone soft like silk but also low and melodious. It’s not something you would’ve expected from his demeanor. But the healers obey him immediately, straightening their backs, and though they’re not bowed anymore, you can still see how much they respect this man. All sorts of murmurs, cries of pain have dwindled down to silence just to listen to his next words. He raises a hand. “We have men and women out there who are severely injured. Make room for them. Clear out the cots, call extra healers on duty. We need everyone we can get. You have two minutes. I’m warning you in advance.” He pauses for a second, eyes surveying everyone in the tent. For a moment, you think your eyes are going to meet, but just before they can, he turns swiftly and walks out of the tent.

“Two minutes!” a healer yells.

“Can someone get me some water around here?”

“Help me make some space, please!”

“For Sooht’s sake, get the extra bandages!”

“Do you think it was a bad one?”

“It must be. General’s bleeding.”

“I hope he lets us treat that.”

“You know, he refuses any sort of treatment until the last soldier’s gotten treated.”

The last healer had been Namjoon. After listening to him talk for nearly three hours, you’d be surprised if you couldn’t identify his voice. “The last few battles have been pretty bad,” he says.

“I’m not sure how much more our soldiers can take,” a healer replies.

“I’m not sure how much more we can take,” another says. There are nods of agreement but no one answers verbally.

It’s chaos after that.

The General with his jet black hair storms in again, carrying a passed-out soldier on each shoulder. A slew of others rush in after him, all lugging injured soldiers over their backs. It doesn’t stop.

The General barks orders. Your eyes follow him everywhere as he makes his rounds around the tent, assisting the healers who call for help. He’s the beacon of light for dying soldiers, and they request to see him in their last, declining breaths.

“Thank you,” he tells them, clasping their hands—or what’s left of them. “Thank you so much.” He waits by their side until the lights dim from their eyes, until their head grows limp and their breaths cease.

Most of the time, though, he’s demanding.

“You! You there, she’s vomiting blood—do something!”

“What in Sooht’s name are you waiting for??? Someone’s life is on the line!”

“Make room for more! Kindly shove over, she’s holding boiling water!”

“Quicken the pace! We don’t have all day!”

The smell of blood stings your nose again. But nothing breaks your focus on the Solarian General. As intimidating as he is, he’s got a fascinating aura—the kind where you can’t possibly look away. But maybe you should have minded your own business.

His sharp eyes meet yours.

The black dots of his pupils narrow, and the blood caked around his left eye makes him look more menacing than you’d like to see from your superior. Until you realize it isn’t the blood that makes you feel uncomfortable. It’s his deep glare.

Oh. Oh, shit. He’s glaring at you.

Within seconds, he marches up by your cot, never breaking eye contact. He seems to be sizing you up, looking up and down at your disheveled figure. It’s a little embarrassing. Both of you had fought in the war, but how does he retain his elegance and you cannot? How can he stare at you with so much contempt when you’ve bled your own blood fighting for him?

With his thin lips drawn into a tight line, it hits you that he might just never strike a conversation. But then he opens his mouth and speaks a line you never expected to come out of his mouth.

“I’ve never seen you before.”

His voice is quiet, and if you hadn’t been staring straight at him, you wouldn’t even have heard him. But he uses a dangerously soft voice. A voice that closely resembles a toxic viper warning his unfortunate victim before making a lethal strike.

I haven’t seen you before either, you want to say. But your throat becomes dry as sandpaper, so you opt to stay silent, cocking your head and watching his expression shift from puzzlement to suspicion.

“G-General,” a healer stutters awkwardly, diffusing the taught tension that had roped your necks together. “S-Sir—” He points at the trail of blood running from over the General’s eye down to the collar of his scarlet uniform. The single droplet blends in with his fabric, disappearing under the seams—the only proof of its existence is the red line it’d left behind. “You’re bleeding.”

“Yes, I know that,” he replies curtly. “I assure you that I’m fine. Her on the other hand…” His eyes narrow even more. “State your name, homesector and your mediums, soldier,” he barks.

Why hasn’t he seen you before? Does he expect to remember all of his soldiers? Why is he singling you out?

“Y/N, sir,” you say, swallowing a growing lump in your throat. “That’s about all I know, though… sir.”

He scowls. “What in Sooht’s name do you mean, that’s about all you know?”

“I lost my memories, sir.”

A pause.

“Bullshit.”

“S-Sir?” Your eyes widen as the General leans in, searching your face for clues. He must think you’re hiding something. He’s suspicious. But who does he think you are? And how can you answer when you don’t even know?

He gives you no warning when his fingers grab the collar of your uniform, lifting you up from your seat. You wince in pain, eyes squeezing shut momentarily.

“You’re lying,” he says. His voice is lower than before. “Tell the truth now and I may allow mercy.”

“I-I don’t understand.”

The General drops his hold on you, and you fall back on the cot, grimacing. On cue, two grim-faced soldiers show up behind him—how the General called them over, you have no idea. “Very well,” he says. He doesn’t turn away from you, but it’s obvious his next words are directed towards his two soldiers. “We’re taking her to the interrogation room.”

Interrogation room? What have you done wrong? What are they going to do to you? Did you commit a crime and lose all your memories about it?

It feels like daggers are ripping through your insides as the soldiers drag you away from your cot. In fact, you swear you hear a rip at your sides. You feel it, too. Your eyes sting with tears, but your throat is so dry that it’s difficult to make any noise. Instead, you bite down on your tongue hard—so much so that you taste the iron. And just when you think you’re about to pass out from the tortuous pain, a familiar voice cries:

“S-Stop!”

The soldiers halt. You’re given a moment’s rest. Your lips let out shivering breaths, your heart beating rapidly in your ears, your head whirling from the lack of oxygen.

“Namjoon,” the General says. “Try not to make a scene. I’ll be back quickly.”

“Sir, she’s in pain!” Namjoon’s jaw is slack, eyes wide open in horror. “She’s hurt! Where are you taking her? She needs to rest!”

“She’s a spy,” the General replies. “We have to question her to see what she knows.”

“Me?” the word tumbles out of you before you can stop it. Your world seems to shatter. All this time, you’d built a fantasy that you were, indeed, a Solarian soldier. That this was your land, your nation that you were fighting for. It never occurred to you that you would be otherwise. But hell, even if you were a Darlaean spy, how the hell would you know?

“I remember every soldier who has graced their presence in my army. I know a fake when I see one,” the General says.

“But sir, you ripped her stitches!” Namjoon exclaims, pointing at the blossoming red blood on the bandages around your stomach. Ah, that must be where your pain was coming from. “Sir, I don’t mean to object, but she’s human before anything else.”

“The Darlaeans don’t treat us as humans, so why should we treat them as such?”

“With all due respect, sir, she lost her memories.”

“And how do you know she isn’t bluffing?”

“I just—”

“Sir, I couldn’t detect it,” the soldier who had held onto you says with an obscene amount of duty.

“Detect what?” Namjoon asks, visibly and audibly distressed.

“You couldn’t?” The General pauses for just a moment. You can almost see the calculations flying through his head. “Did you double-check?” he asks the other soldier. She nods. He whips around to glare at you. “This one could be dangerous. They’ve never done something like this before.” His stare deepens. “Lost memories.” He scoffs. “Fucking bullshit. I don’t have time for this.”

“Sir, if there’s no evidence that she’s a spy, then she must be innocent,” Namjoon pleads. “Oh, dear, her stitches…” He tries to reach out for you but freezes when his General begins to speak.

“Namjoon, you’re too kind,” the General tells the healer. “This is war. People would do anything to win. Darlaeans would do anything to win.” He looks at you with scrutiny again. “You’re not a talker, are you? Perfect for flying under the radar. I don’t think you’re faking the pain, though. Self-inflicted, perhaps…” he trails off, eyebrows furrowing as he thinks. Then, his charcoal eyes scan your own—meticulously—as if your eyes hold the key to all of your deepest, darkest secrets. It feels like some twisted staring contest; one wrong move and you’ll be sentenced to doom. But while your eyes begin to water, the General’s remain dark and focused. You try to occupy yourself with something else—anything else to keep you from blinking. In your head, you trace the curve of his lash line, delineate the sharp curve of his inner corner, count his long lashes, feel lost in the swirling black pools of his pupils… The insides of your mouth suddenly become very dry.

Finally, finally, though, the General blinks and steps back, clearing his throat. Did he see something that you missed? Something that tells him that he can trust you momentarily? “Keep an eye out on her.” His two soldiers nod resolutely. “If she really did lose her memories, we’ll proceed with the necessary actions once she gets them back.”

You don’t know what to say. Or do for that matter. But you feel like you need to say something. Something to alleviate the tension. Something to prove that you’re innocent. “I’m… I’m sorry,” you say. “I didn’t mean to raise suspicion.” You mean it. There’s a part of you that wants to scream how unfair it was for the General to cause you so much pain—just because he couldn’t remember your face. But another part of you understands him. It’s a war. People cheat, lie and trick. He’s just looking out for his own soldiers—that’s his job as the General. He’d rather be safe than sorry.

The General raises his eyebrows at your words. You’re not sure if you imagined it, but you think his hard eyes soften ever so slightly. And for a moment, he’s silent, as if he’s fighting between accepting your apology or rejecting it. He does the latter, however. “An apology won’t help anything.” A pause. He clears his throat. “However, I do apologize.” Your eyes widen. “You’ll have to bandage her up again, Namjoon. I know how busy you are, and I’ll trust your perception of her for the time being.” You deflate. He’d apologized to your healer; the fact that you thought otherwise is somewhat humiliating.

He glares at you one more time, daring you to try anything. The General doesn’t need to speak for you to feel threatened. His piercing gaze alone chills you to the core. “Get her back to her cot,” he orders his two soldiers before he turns and swiftly walks away. You stare at his backside, intrigued and a little frightened by his demeanor.

Namjoon lets out a deep sigh once you’re comfortably situated on your cot again, wounds cleaned and restitched. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he says. “How are you feeling?”

And this time, you have an answer other than ‘I don’t know.’

“Just a tad bit terrified.”

Namjoon snorts. “I meant physically, but emotionally’s great too. Don’t worry, though,” he says. “I know that the General can come off as an intimidating man. But he’s fair.”

Fair? He tried to march you off—open stitches and all—to interrogate you with little to no evidence that you were in the wrong. Is that really being fair?

On second thought, however, he’d spared you a chance. The General didn’t have to listen to Namjoon, but he did. He chose to heed the healer’s suggestion when he had the authority to do what he wanted to do. So you suppose he is fair. Or at least somewhat sympathetic.

“He’s been overworking himself, you know? He’s a medium for all four elements, so he’s got a lot of pressure to perform four times the number of tasks that others do. Plus, he’s the General. All eyes are on him,” Namjoon explains. “Though I’m not exactly saying sacrificing your health for the sake of interrogation was a good call… But then again, I don’t think he’s slept for three days, so we should maybe possibly excuse him if his judgment is skewed.”

“No, no, I really don’t have anything against the General,” you say. “I know where he’s coming from. It just… it bothers me that he didn’t recognize me.” Did you really have that little of an impact in the army that the General who remembers everyone can’t recall your face? It feels horrible to wake up, memoryless, and not have anyone claim that they know you. In fact, they can’t even recognize you—as if you turned up in this camp overnight and didn’t previously give up your life for your nation. What if you never meant anything to anyone around here?

“Don’t take it personally.” Namjoon places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “He could’ve easily missed you in the crowd. Maybe he accidentally skipped over your papers. He’s just tired and was being hyper-aware. That’s what fighting does to a person. Makes them suspicious of every little thing.”

“…Yeah.”

“The General’s very merciful to his soldiers,” Namjoon says. “But he does take a while to warm up to people. I remember when I first met him, I thought he hated me. He’d give me some particularly unwelcoming side-eyes, and I always thought I’d get kicked out of here because of it. Turns out he tends to give everyone the side-eye. You know, he even privately told me that he likes that I can personally connect with the soldiers who I take care of.

“He’s a good man, our General.” The healer looks proud, smiling wistfully. The memories keep him in a trance. For a moment, he looks lost in the depths of his past, eyes glossed over and lips parted ever so slightly.

A pang of jealousy resonates within you. It’s a greedy feeling, tumbling out and reaching to grab at memories that aren’t yours to keep. The feeling grows, gnarling inside of the pits of your stomach and threatening to burst out of your throat. Yet one look at the kind healer with his soft eyes and gentle smile and it dissipates.

“Yeah… He must be.”

Joon’s memories are his to keep, and yours should come in time. One look at the kind man with his even kinder eyes makes you feel guilty that you ever felt jealous in the first place.

“Well, you should sleep, dear.” He smiles at you. “Your eyes are drooping.”

He’s not wrong. A strange tiredness suddenly washes over you—a fatigue you’d been ignoring since the moment you woke up, really. The heaviness spreads through your aching body, up to your throbbing head. And the last thing you see before your eyes flutter shut is red.

But red is your home now.

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miraculouscontent · 4 years ago

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ML au I thought of while bored at work I think you'll enjoy:

Toward the end of the school year preceding the one Origins started, Marinette befriends Juleka, and ends up spending a good portion of the summer hanging out with her, and by extension, Luka. Over the summer Luka and Marinette develop feelings for each other, and by the time Origins comes around Marinette is planning on asking Luka out, making a gift for him and hyping herself up to finally ask him when they hang out after the first day of school. Everything goes similar to cannon, with the exception of the gift Marinette made getting damaged during the first Stone heart attack (it gets fixed when she uses the Miracle Cure the first time). There might also be a change where she considers Luka as the best choice to be the Ladybug Miraculous holder, but things still play out in a way that she chooses to be Ladybug. The end is where things get much more cannon divergent, with the Umbrella Scene being replaced by Marinette, brimming with confidence and maybe a bit of left over adrenaline after telling off a super villain and being an awesome superhero, takes off, running through the rain to get to the Liberty, and we get a cute scene of Marinette asking Luka out, and finding out Luka was also planning on asking her out and wrote a song for her.

So we just get Lukanette being the adorable couple they are for the whole series. Also, I just realized that skipping the whole Umbrella Scene means Adrien never gets to clear the air with Marinette about the gum incident, so she's probably won't be very friendly with him for a while.

YES YES YES.

ALL OF MY YES!!!

And if I may add to this (hopefully you don’t mind!), imagine that Marinette befriending Juleka was because of the picture in “Reflekta;” the one from a previous year where Juleka and Marinette (who had a bun and blue capris at the time) shared a class.

Marinette approaches Juleka later in that same week before class, a little shy and holding something in her hands. Juleka looks over Marinette, a little put off (this is Chloe’s main target after all; she’s not sure she wants to be involved with her), but then Marinette lowers what she’s holding for Juleka to see.

Juleka’s eyes widen.

“Um,” Marinette begins, “I know it’s not much, but I saw that Max’s hand blocked your face in the class photo, so I took a copy and edited it so your face was showing.” When Juleka doesn’t immediately respond, she gets nervous and stammers, “S-sorry if it’s kind of weird. I mean--I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but I still knew your face because you’re really pretty and do you model at all because--please say something so I can stop talking--”

“Thank you,” Juleka cuts in, her voice still quiet but also very genuine.

Marinette blinks, surprised; people usually have to strain their ears to understand Juleka, who is known for mumbling, but her voice could apparently be incredibly clear when she wanted it to be. “Y...you’re welcome.”

“Can I... have it...?“ Juleka asks, a bit hesitantly, her hand reaching for the picture like it’d burst into flames if she touched it.

“Huh? O-oh yeah! of course! I did it for you, so--” Marinette quickly hands it over.

Juleka takes it and stares at it, truly able to appreciate her appearance without needing a mirror flipping her look. She even moves her bangs aside with her free hand, wanting to appreciate it with both eyes.

“...It’s good,” she says, a bit awkwardly but she means it. “Um... you do this a lot?”

“Ah--” Marinette blushes. “Yeah, sort of? It’s uh--just a hobby though. I really like designing so I do all sorts of art and--”

She starts rambling a bit, but that’s fine because Juleka needs a moment to gather her thoughts. She feels lame for getting so emotional over a picture but she’s just so happy. Sure, it’s not “real” but it looks real and it’s the closest thing she’s ever gotten to a successful picture.

“...Can I see?” she finally manages to ask, letting her bangs drop back down.

Marinette stops talking, hearing what she said but not registering. “What?”

“Your designs,” she mumbles as she shifts awkwardly in place, feeling a little shyer now and internally panicking at having put herself out there.

In an instant, Marinette’s eyes light up. “Y...yeah, yeah! Definitely! I--” She covers her mouth and looks around sheepishly, realizing how loud she’s being. Quieting down, she hurriedly adds, “M-maybe after class? It’s starting soon, but we could meet after--if that’s okay--”

“Yeah,” Juleka replies, her eyes drawing back to the picture. Then, more confidently, she repeats, “Yeah.”

#category: positivity #ML Mixed Picture AU #relationship: Juleka Couffaine & Marinette Dupain Cheng #other: ask and answer #((hi i adore them and need them in my life))

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blorbosondeck · 4 years ago

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fic rec masterlist

canon divergent/finale fix its

Anamnesis

THIS! FIC! this fic lives in my head rent FREE it is so good and it makes so much sense in the narrative that the shitty finale concocted, as to why they wouldn't mention cas or anyone else and its just. so good and they write chuck in the most villainous way that i love!!!

"Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be. Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19."

Sunset Sound: Stairway to Heaven by @adhdeancas

GOD FUCKING CHRIST this is so good and sweet and im such a sucker for team ups and reunions!!! its 3:30 am rn and i just finished it and i love it SO much it made me laugh a lot and the last few chapters i had the stupidest grin just plastered to my face

The Closer the Star, the Greater the Parallax by @rocksalts

repressed bastard dean submits to the mortifying ordeal of being known and receives the rewards of being loved but only after some miscommunication i LOVE this i read it last night and it’s a fast favorite. my interests have overlapped and i am INTO it

“When Dean sits down to watch some bullcrap Discovery Channel episode with Cas, he doesn’t expect to actually learn anything. Except, with Cas explaining, he makes an effort to connect the dots.”

Don't We All Deserve To Be Happy?

VERY sweet and a VERY good pick me up. all around feel good fic!!!

"Post-canon fix-it, divergent from 15x19 where Jack stays and Dean doesn't die and Cas comes back and everyone is happy. Take a shot every time I'm salty about the finale."

Keep Your Love Alive

okay. okay okay okay this may be my favorite finale fix it just because of how well reasoned it is. like this feels what should have happened i love it SO much

"Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?"

The GoldenRod Revisions by @aethylas

this is one of the most well written things ive ever read. the script format DID make it feel more real and honestly? this is better writing than this show deserves. the finale that could have been ♥️

“A rewrite of Supernatural’s final two episodes, expanded into a five episode arc - in which Chuck needs to be defeated, Castiel deserves to be saved, and the characters in this story get a very different ending.“

Ascend by @wanderingcas

THEE finale fix it fic!!! written by the AMAZINGLY skilled and talented @wanderingcas !!! it’s 50k of angst and hurt/comfort and pure bliss

“Something in the world is wrong.

Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas.

But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten.

Or can it?”

Things Happen (They Do, And They Do, And They Do) by THEE @sobsicles

i KNOW everyone has already recommended this and likely you’ve all already read it. but it has to go here bc REPRESSIOOOOOOOOON i LOVE this so much it is one of the most perfect things i’ve read. are you bisexual? did you have a kind of weird relationship with your best friend and not realize that how you felt about them wasn’t necessarily how other people felt about them and you were maybe a little bit in love with them but were too repressed to realize it? you’ll feel seen. maybe a little too seen

Closer (isn't close enough)

are you a sweet and sappy yet horny bastard? do you like cas exploding light bulbs? you will like this.

“the one where they finally talk about what cas said before the empty took him”

You and Your Husband

it is exTRMELY sweet!!! repression dean strikes again <3

"Five times Dean corrects someone about his relationship with Cas, and one time he realizes he doesn't need to."

Tall Grass

miscommunication and a slowburn! despite being written in 2017 and finished in 2018, it feels like a fix it. ft. plant obsessed cas <3

Invictus

a LOVELY and short (relatively) finale fix it

“They saved the world. They're free. It's done.

Except it's not, and carrying on is the last thing any of them are thinking about.

They still have someone they need to save.”

Unchained Link

post finale- it’s a great case fic and i am compelled i want more!!!

"It's after the end of things. Life continues on while Dean is "livin it up" in heaven. But it's never that simple, is it? A freak occurrence sends Dean into another time stranded back on Earth. And he thought his hunting days were over. But, no worries. His knight in shining armor comes to the rescue. Hijinks, therefore, ensue."

fun and time unspecified

Ladies and Gentlemen, This is Love Potion No. 5

very funny and sweet! miscommunication at its finest ♥️

"Cas gets drenched with a mystery potion from the ‘love spell’ shelf and... Dean has a sneaking suspicion, angel or no— the spell may have taken effect. And Cas might be in love with Sam."

The Way We Were

Y'all. It is so good its a great mix of funny and serious- extremely fun to see dean as like a base bisexual

"Dean and Castiel pose as a couple to gain access to a gated community known as 'The Glen', a pleasant if secretive location that the boys believe might be linked to several dead bodies showing up over the years bearing signs of ritualistic sacrifice. All seems well until Dean's memory is affected from an incident during a solo exploration, leaving Dean convinced that their cover story is true. Castiel is left trying to resolve their case without taking advantage of an increasingly enthusiastic Dean"

While You Were Sleeping

this is basically just the movie but replacing sandra bullock with cas. this is my comfort movie and imo, one of the most perfect rom coms. the fic isn’t finished but i still have the tab open on my phone and i will straight up go back and re read it when i need a pick me up.

aus/rewrites

The Harvelle Gospels: Offscript

i know everyone ever ( @jewishcharliebradbury ) has recommended this fic. and for good reason go fucking read it

“The Apocalypse is averted, the angels are in Heaven, and Jo is free from the threat of possession. Somehow it couldn't be farther from a happy ending.“

absolute riots

An Ineffably Profound Bond

i honestly would have put this in the finale fix it section! look. i know. i know you've been burned by crossover fics before. but this is Thee good omens/spn fic you want. its funny as hell and immensely satisfying. im weak for everyone working together tropes and that is this

"After Chuck sets 'The End' in motion, the remaining members of TFW make a miraculous escape. Not willing to waste any time, Castiel comes up with a plan to travel to one of the other worlds to try and get help from the angels there, but after a fight with Dean, it's the hunter who gets sent into an alternate universe,with seemingly no hope of return.

When a mysterious human with a heavenly weapon shows up in Aziraphale's shop, he and Crowley learn that their world is not the only one. Now it is up to them to decide whether or not they want to join forces with the human and help him save his world or simply find a way to send him home."

Somebody Up There Likes Me by @lafilleredige

cas is hit with a spell that turns his vessel into a woman, hijinks and sexuality crises ensue etc etc sam is a supportive and bitchy little brother and its all SO fucking funny and also. horny as hell i love it i love it i LOVE it

“’Dean doesn’t want to talk about your breasts, it’s making him uncomfortable because he hasn’t acknowledged the complex fluidity of human sexuality.’“

Stray Cat Strut

a long crack fic that IS one of the funniest things i’ve ever read and i can’t explain why. it’s so ooc but its so funny that i don’t care. if you need a laugh you gotta read this

"Sam and Cas are immediately in love with the adorable kitty they find outside the bunker door, and occupy their time planning how to convince Dean--who they believe is off sulking after a botched hunt--to let them keep their cat. Along the way, Dean learns to use a litter box and hears some confessions he maybe wasn’t supposed to hear, all while realizing just how much he loves Castiel.

Now all Dean has to do is convince Cas and Sam their new pet cat is actually him before they do something crazy--like neuter him!"

canon compliant or slight canon divergence

Give

by @doublestuffedimpala post season 7 episode 7, kind of ambiguous ending but truly a cas is happy to bleed for the winchesters fic

Punch Like Bones

short, post 5x04 homoerotic moment that i wish we’d gotten

#lmao please interact with this i spent so much time on it #i had to go onto desktop for this #ill keep adding on to it #my fic recs #fic rec #spn fic rec #deancas fic recs #charlie.txt

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epicstuckyficrecs · 4 years ago

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Weekly Recap | March 29 - April 4 2021

This week, I started my Epic Stucky Fic Download of 2021 (I'm somewhere in 2015 at the moment, 2014 and before are done), which means I re-read some oldies... I hope you enjoy!

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Heaven and Hell were words to me by this_wayward_life (Post-Endgame, PWP, BDSM | 3K | Explicit): Bucky usually prides himself in being a relatively observant person. He was back in Brooklyn when he and Steve were cramped together in that tiny one-bedroom apartment, he was during his time as the Asset, and he was during that strange period between his defection from Hydra and Steve finding him. So, he's more than a little surprised when Steve manages to keep a secret from him. So it comes as a bit of a shock when Bucky comes home one day after a mission for Steve to take his hands and whisper that he's got a surprise for him. (Part 3 of No grave can hold my body down)

💙 Diving In The Deep End by musette22/ @musette22 (Evanstan RPF | 19K | Explicit): Scarlett raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “You’re telling me that you never once in your entire life, not even during theater school, locked lips with another guy?”

💙 you know I'd quench that thirst by napricot (Canon, Bucky/Steve/Peggy | 38K | Explicit): Steve Rogers is very much not a virgin. Not before the serum, and sure as hell not after it, when the serum ramps up his libido along with everything else. Too bad everyone thinks Captain America is a sexless historical symbol. Or: the tragicomic sexual odyssey of Steve Rogers, and how it begins, and then much later ends, with Bucky Barnes.

i got it bad for you by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3 (Evanstan RPF, PWP, Daddy kink | 4K | Explicit): “Yeah? Older?” “Yeah yeah, just…I don’t know, the beard? This fucking hair? Just…I don’t know— older,” he manages to chuckle nervously, gasping into Chris’ mouth when their squirming leads their dicks into lining up beautifully. Seb aches, yearns, mouth watering as he mewls, both hands in Chris’ hair as he licks into Sebastian’s mouth. And then Chris pulls back, breathes hot on Sebastian’s cheek, his bottom lip, croons, “Like your Daddy?”

💙 The Wedding Planner(’s Assistant) by crinklefries/ @spacerenegades (Shrinkyclinks | 40K | Teen): Bucky Barnes is in a bit of a conundrum. For example, on the one hand, he’s the former extremely polished, brutally efficient, and impressively ruthless brainwashed weapon of mass murder for the secret Nazi arm of the United States government. On the other hand, he has an uncontrollable crush on the cute blond wedding planner who lives next door.

Accidental husbands... by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (Shrunkyclunks, Accidental Marriage | 2K | Mature): Or the one where Bucky finds himself accidentally married to a superhero. And he definitely isn't mad about it.

WIP

💙 and the river flows beneath your skin by Deisderium/ @deisderium (Boarding School AU, Soulmates | 9/? | 70K | Mature): In which Steve and Bucky are forced to room together their senior year at boarding school, and accidentally soul bond to each other even though they kind of hate each other. All they have to do to get out of it is not kiss each other for a year so the accidental bond will fade. How hard could it be?

Re-Read

💙 (760): I literally cut myself out of my pants. Waste. Of. Money. by relenafanel/ @relenafanel (Modern AU | 6K | Mature): Hey friend of Sam’s can I get an opinion on this outfit? Bucky texted, attaching the selfie taken in Sam’s bathroom mirror. He received an answer almost immediately. Bucky was almost expecting a lecture, or at least a concerned question about who had stolen Sam’s phone. He got neither. Or: Bucky strikes up a flirtation with a stranger over text message in the month leading up to Valentine's Day.

💙 Bucky Barnes and his Big Beefy Blonde by Kellyscams/ @thebestpersonherelovesbucky (Shrunkyclunks, PWP | 6K | Explicit): Bucky Barnes loves Big, Beefy, Blondes. What he loves most about Big, Beefy, Blondes is having no string attached sex with them. Until he meets a Big, Beefy, Blonde that just happens to be Steve Rogers -- Captain America who's only been declared alive a few months ago. This is one that could go down as Bucky's fuck of a lifetime. That's if he can avoid these pesky feelings that start showing up out of nowhere.

💙 Bucky Barnes and his Big Beefy Blonde Part 2 by Kellyscams/ @thebestpersonherelovesbucky (Shrunkyclunks, Strangers to Lovers | 16K | Explicit): Bucky Barnes once spent eight glorious, sex-filled days with the Big, Beefy, Blonde fuck of a lifetime -- the recently defrosted Steve "Captain America" Rogers. Three months later, things aren't exactly the way Bucky imagined they'd be. This Big, Beefy, Blonde, really may have changed him forever.

💙 Series: You Make Me Feel Like I Am Home Again by Taste_is_Sweet/ @taste-is-sweet (Canon, Post-Winter Soldier | 19 works | 127K | Teen): Connected stories about Bucky and Steve: the world's most adorable relics.

if ye be worthy by hitlikehammers (Post-AOU | 2K | Teen): “Do you know what that is?” Bruce asks, voice low, but that’s not really new, for him. “It’s Thor’s hammer-thingy,” Bucky shrugs. “Look, man, I know it was shitty to give it a swing without him knowing, I’m sor—” “You swung it?”

💙 For Words to Say it Right by Squeaky, Taste_is_Sweet/ @taste-is-sweet (Modern AU, Soulmates | 25K | Teen): Turns out when you're missing an arm, everyone asks are you okay? all the damn time. And when your soulmark is one of the most common questions in English, it's even worse. Generic soulmarks are a bitch.

💙 Just Hold Me by shanology/ @shanology (Post-Winter Soldier | 10K | Explicit): Bucky Barnes is living in Avengers Tower, and all he wants in the world is to be cuddled. He sets out to get his new friends to give him the snuggling he needs, because it's not something he can ask of Steve yet. Steve doesn't see it in quite the same way. Also, there are Avengers movie nights, possibly with a showing of The Covenant. Just saying.

💙 Imprint by hetrez (Post-Avengers | 7K | General): "The next day, Steve and the other Avengers are just settling into a meeting on the flight deck when there's a muffled yell, and Alvarez falls out of the ceiling." -- Or, Steve builds a training program, a team, and new life for himself. (Part 1 of Make Way For Ducklings)

💙 Awakenings by hetrez (Canon divergent - Winter Soldier | 19K | Explicit): Bucky says, "Do you know, after you leave -- every time you leave, after the doctors have taken my mask off, I walk around this place and try to find everywhere you've been. Was your hand on the toaster? Did you lean against the doorway? Where were you on the couch? I haven't seen your face in seventy-five years, not really." (Part 2 of Make Way For Ducklings)

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #stucky fic rec #Weekly Recap

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wangxianficrecs · 4 years ago

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Fic Finder

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1. Hi, I'm looking for an Untamed fic, maybe you'll be able to help. It's a canon divergence AU in which WWX doesn't lose his core, Jiang Fengmian lives and it's implied that his core was transferred to JC (heavily implied; JFM retires as the Sect Leader after that). This is absolutely not the most important part of this fic but it's a paragraph that I've got stuck in my head and now I'm searching for the rest @_@ Thanks in advance! ~ @otemporaetmores

FOUND! by @notsobabblespace, who was reminded of I’m aching and I know you are too by edenwolfie (part 3 in series, M, 23k, wangxian)

FOUND! by @jim-is-spocks-thyla, who suggests ❤️ to arrive late is better than not to arrive at all by Moominmammashandbag (M, 35k, wangxian) [ETA: Oops, not this one. JFM has no core, but he didn’t give it to JC]

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2. Hi Mojo! I’m in need of you/your followers help in finding a fic that I read a little while ago. It was a fic where Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi lived together in Cloud Recesses and their children were Sizhui and an OOC that was younger than him. I remember SiZhui faced a lot of criticism for not being the chief cultivator’s real child? And they were happy he had a younger sibling that would be sect leader in the future because he was blood. Come to think of it, this is probably an ABO fic too. Thanks for your time 💜

FOUND! @andidontmeanto believes this is Blue Blood by PotterheadAvengerDemigod (T, 91k, wangxian, my post)

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3. Aksks it's like 3 am but I just remembered a fic and I can't find it?? I'd really, really appreciate your help. It was a wangxian fic, maybe a oneshot idk, and lwj was kind of a nerd and wwx a badboy? So basically lwj has a massive crush on him and dresses up like wwx etc. (i think he even got an undercut) and after a party they sleep with each other at lwj's place?

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4. i’m looking for a fic set in the where lwj’s mother killed his father? i don’t think that was a main plot point but it did show up in his backstory - any idea what this might be? ~ @thehype

FOUND! @rentslirott thinks this could be ❤️the best of you by sysrae (E, 42k, wangxian, my post)

FOUND! @castaways-logbook offers The Right to Care by travelingneuritis (E, 39k, wangxian, WIP)

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5. ... same as #6 ...

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6. Hello friend, sorry for the inconvenience but I wanted to see if you could please find me a fic that I lost but I only remember more or less the final part, it goes more or less like this, lan zhan and wei ying are kidnapped by jin guangyao and lock them up if not I'm wrong in some cells next to lan xichen after the fights jin guangyao dies but lan xichen did know how bad jin guangyao had done and he didn't care and then to get revenge he wants to kill wei ying but lan zhan kills him and sizhui gets scared It was more or less like that, please help me ~ @isa0123lol

FOUND! by @wangxiansfics who says that tragically it’s no longer available, but @dulachodladh found it on WaybackMachine here: Thread and Needle by haysel (M, 86k, wangxian)

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7. Hi, Mojo! I'm glad that you're back but I hope you enjoyed your time off tumblr! Can you and/or your followers help me find a fic? I think the summary was talking about wwx and somehow they were asking mingjue for help since he's the only one who can help. The summary was in italics and it's a dialogue from some guy? And a shorter summary below. Sadly this is the only thing I can remember but I hope you can still help me

FOUND! @alwayswenning suggests love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, has it’s own fanfic here, I just finished this last night!, my bookmark)

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8. Sorry to bombard you as soon as you're back, but this one's driving me crazy--a modern AU where they met online. WWX thinks LWJ is an old man from how he talks. I don't remember much except the excerpt made it seem like he still was amused by/enjoyed talking to him, and Wen Qing was telling him it was a bad idea and to stop. It's not How to Fall In Love With a Catfish, tho that one is brilliant! (Also any top notch identity porn would be great) Hope your break was restful, you deserve it! Thanks

Here’s my #identity porn tag, but I’m not sure about this exact story.

I'm the anon for #8 on the fic finder. Though I'm excited to read it, the suggested fic isn't the one I was looking for. I swear I thought I saw it on here around a month ago or slightly more, but searches have failed me.

FOUND! Rating: General Audiences by Mishaa (T, 18k, wangxian WIP) - mysterious author LWJ (speculated to be an old man because of his formality) and infamous artist WWX paired up for an Untamed Big Bang (in an AU where JGY was the series’ antiheroic protagonist; this fic was written before the release of CQL.)

FOUND? could you be looking for Something Real by Latios (G, 5k, wangxian, my post) - wwx thinks lwj is an old man, but there’s no WQ. There are many pictures of bunnies.

SIMILAR! @emilysidhe thought of ID Bro Saga by Bowandtie (T, 39k, wangxian)

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9. Hey, how are you? Could you help me please? I've read 3 fanfics once, but I can't find them anymore. 1 - Nanny Problem, Wei is going to be the babysitter of A-Yuan, he is an omega and Lan is an alpha. 2 - Doctor Perfect, Yibo is an omega nurse and Xiao is an alpha doctor. 3 - The Baby of my Omega, Yibo is omega and Xiao is alpha, both of them are bodyguards, but Yibo has to protect Xiao in the beginning. I think they were at ao3, but I really can't find them. Can you help me please? Thank you!! ~ @weallmad

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10. Hi! Im happy you’re back. I hope you had a good break. I missed your recommendations, but at the same time i got a break from fics and actually studied to my tests haha. [Ah! I’m glad to hear your time was spent productively!] I’m looking for a fic like Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground. In the fic im looking for wangxian slowly lose their senses instead of all of them at once. Like they lose their hearing, then touch, sight etc, They can’t see each other or hear each other. I’m sorry i can’t explain very well.

FOUND? Could you be thinking of ❤️shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi (E, 25k, wangxian)? Only lwj losese his senses one by one in this one, though.

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11. heyyy im trying to find this fic where wwx died the first time he was thrown in to the burial mounds then 10 years later he gets resurrected or something. I can't find it on AO3 and it's been bugging me for days. Thank you!

FOUND! Well, @moku-youbi offers both of these as possibilities:

Did I Not Explain Why the Sunset Turns Red? by 3988Akasha (E, 100k, wangxian)

we're starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 95k, wangxian)

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12. Hi I am looking for a fic where wwx is a witch (/mage?) in a world where magic is being persecuted (especially in Gusu) except for Yunmeng/Lanling I think but they're still frowned upon nonetheless. Then after accidentally hurting Shijie, wwx runs away, and ends up hiding in Gusu pretending to be a servant to lwj (lwj is a prince, lxc is the emperor) but lwj actually knows of his identity and tries not-so-discreetly to protect him from being caught. Thanks!

FOUND! by @bibliobasilisk who gives us Witchfinder by misbehavingvigilante (E, 86k, wangxian)

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13. Hi! Firstly, I'm glad to see you're back, and I hope your break was a good one! I'm trying to find a LWJ/WWX story that I had planned to read and ending up losing before I could. It was set in the immediate aftermath of the 33 lashes, LWJ is in the Jingshi recovering when a healer(?) discovers he's pregnant (by WWX). It may have been a/b/o verse, but I'm not 100% on that. Part of the story was a flashback to when WWX was still alive. Thank you!

FOUND! by nonny themself. It’s Unexpected Surprise by Glucose_Gremlin (E, 4k, wangxian)

SIMILAR! @mondelgel suggests my heart is kept as pure as ice in a jade vase/一片冰心在玉壶 by Daledesu (M, 21k, wangxian, WIP)

SIMILAR! from @impending-cuttlefish: something new, something white, something blue by ariskamalt (E, 140k, wangxian, WIP)

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14. I'm trying to find this one fic where Jin Ling finds this diary that Wei Ying wrote as the Yiling Patriarch that basically reveals everything, including the golden core reveal and it even has training tips that helps Jon Ling improve. When Wei Ying comes back, he tries everything to keep him there because he is THE best uncle now. I need to find it because it is a N E E D.

FOUND? by @theladypeartree who says, “The Truth (Untold) is jl reading jyl's journals, not wwx's though. And mordant is jl returning wwx's journals that he found, not grew up with. Neither fit #14 properly, but I seriously could not find anything closer after two solid days of searching. Good luck!“

The Truth (Untold) by anxiouswreck0_0 (g, 3k, wangxian, jin ling & wei wuxian)

or this one on ffn:

mordant by tennisnotensai (M, 18k, wangxian, here’s the link for mobile)

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15. I have heard tell of a Sizhui/Jingyi fic where the boys end up going to Wangxian for advice about how to be intimate. Can you help me find it?

FOUND! @manaika-chan says this one is On Advisement by LaMachina17 (M, 19k, wangxian, zhuiling, chengyi)

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17. Hi! Sorry, do you happen to know that nsfw fic where wwx is still studying in the cloud recesses and he’s reading a novel (im not sure if it was from nhs) that features a cultivator couple and there’s a scene in the book where the woman was pegging her husband? Basically wwx got curious about this and tried fingering himself. I remember he was hiding in the back mountains and then lwj eventually caught him

FOUND? Could you be thinking of Deep in the Woods by malkinmalkout (E, 5k, wangxian, my post)?

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18. Ahhh I'm going crazy trying to think of a fic that I've read where Lan Zhan killed Wen Chao in a locker room and nie huaisang stood guard outside the door! Then lan zhan went to lan huan and said I killed someone and he said did they deserve it? Then it's fine. And I can't remember the name of the fic! Have you heard of it? ~ @uchihaautumn

FOUND! @artemisisdiana offers So Full Of Love (Wouldn't Know Where to Start) by witchupbitch (M, 54k, wangxian, WIP)

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19. Hi, I was wondering if you could help me find a fic. I read it a while ago and I don't really remember all the details but it was a modern au where Lan Wangji was a police officer in this small town and Wei Wuxian comes back after years, having left the town due to some stuff. Thank you in advance.

Btw love your blog. I live for your fic recs. [Thank you!]

FOUND? Could you be looking for medium blues by dark_and_terrible (E,193k, wangxian)? It appears to be taken down atm, but it might come back (it’s done it before).

FOUND! by @grannyweatherwaxshat who offers When a Bird Flies, It Leaves Feathers by Bem_Kofi (not rated, 75k, wangxian)

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20. Hi mojo!! First of all I luv your blog Thank you so much for all those ficrecs. [You’re welcome!] Actually I’m looking for a fic I read months ago. I probably found the fic from your blog. But I can’t seem to find it now 😢 it was a modern au wangxian fic (inspired by call me by ur name?) wwx was like 5 years older than lwj. (And lwj was like 16?) Wwx lives in another city but he spent around a year in cloud recesses with lwj in the past. And wwx yanli and jc visits cloud recesses again and wangxian gets 2gether

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[My ko-fi.]

#wangxian fic finder #wangxian #mdzs fic finder #wangxian fic rec

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lansyuan · 4 years ago

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do you love fics where wei wuxian and lan wangji parent the crap out of lan sizhui? do you want to read accidental baby acquisition fics until your eyes bleed? would you die as your heart slowly turns to mush from the softness of this family? bitch the fuck, me too. here are some of my personal favourite fics of wangxian ft their turnip son a-yuan. its a range of canon divergence, post canon, thirteen years of inquiry, raising a-yuan at the burial mounds au etc - there’ll be something for literally everyone. enjoy!

the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (38k+)

When A-Yuan gets sick and Wen Qing doesn't have the supplies she needs to properly treat him, Wei Wuxian can only think of one place to go for help.

a crying shame by thunderwear (16k+)

Lan Wangji gets emotionally blackmailed by a toddler. It somehow fixes everything.

to recollect and long for by wonderlands (22k+) *2/3 works posted at time of posting this rec list.

a 3-part series about best boy lan sizhui and his wonderful dads who love him and each other very much.

forgetting envies, remembering your loving hold by cosmicfuss (3k+)

The first time Zewu-jun plays for him he is five and the man is trying to comfort him, playing soft songs good for soothing children. It works to a degree but he wants his gege, he wants his gege to play his lullaby. Zewu-jun apologizes and tells him that his gege is hurting right now, and needs to be alone to get better.

When he plays the xiao, A-Yuan says, "you're holding it wrong!" When he turns fourteen, he learns to play guqin, and is many years ahead of his classmates in that regard. A large factor in that is how much he has practiced Inquiry. He has grown up hearing snippets from the jingshi, of Wangji attempting to reach a spirit that never answers.

When he's sixteen, he hears a familiar tune played in the forest, he and his fellow juniors battling a stone god. It's been years since he's heard it, and he wonders why this man, Mo Xuanyu, knows it so well.

Or, Lan Sizhui grows up and learns, and remembers.

five times wei wuxian tried to embarrass lan sizhui by blackelement7 (6k+)

(and one time he realized just how badly he'd played himself)

or: In which Wei Wuxian starts a fight but Lan Sizhui (with some meddling from Lan Jingyi) ends it.

inquiry by incendir (10k+)

Sizhui cannot fall asleep for a long, long time that night. He hears the ever-familiar melody again. He thinks perhaps he has memorized it by now.

storge by respira (9k+)

Lan Sizhui is a lake.

as the warren grows in number by kore_fics (3k+)

Before Sizhui could take another step he was surrounded by black and red, loud laughter in his ears and warm fingers running through his hair, messing it up. Palms squished both his cheeks together and Lan Sizhui let out a laugh.

Lan Sizhui was home.

tell some storm* by qurbat (31k+) *the moments with Sizhui are in chapter 2, however I highly recommend reading the whole fic, it’s adorable.

"We were raised as a generation of war, A-Yuan," Xian-gege said to him. "If your generation choses to be one of love - well, I don't think any of us would be opposed to that."

In the aftermath of the events at the Guanyin temple, the cultivation world scrambles to understand their current reality. A man roams the countryside with a string of white in his hair. Another sits on the highest seat of power with a ribbon of red around his forehead. The younger generation turns out to be full of romantics. Nie Huaisang is to blame for everything, always. Jiang Cheng realizes that happiness has been more that 16 years overdue.

Wei Wuxian declares that it's time that bitch pays up.

After a generation of war - much to the consternation of the elders, much to the delight of the young, much to the pleased shock of the subjects of the tale - the world welcomes a love story with open arms.

guess we're not eating leaves today by missingnarwhal (2k+)

Baby A-Yuan has cooked up a feast, but only one lucky gege will actually get to taste it!

Set in an alternate timeline where everything is okay after Wei Ying + Wens started living in the Burial Mounds.

response by aki_no_hikari (12k+)

What if Wei Wuxian hadn't been silent to Lan Wangji's Inquiry?

love, in all its small pieces by ynvel (4k+)

Ah Yuan is brought to the Cloud Recesses and exchanges the sun and its ashes for the clouds. Lan Wangji brings a boy home, calls him his son, and renews the promises he made.

Or: Lan Sizhui is adopted by Lan Wangji and learns about his new life. Lan Wangji in turn learns about hope and living again.

child surprise by ariaste (4k+)

He huffs a sigh. “Fine. Just - let’s just make it the law of surprise, shall we? That’s nice and simple, eh? Leave it up to destiny what will bring us back in balance. Let it drop something of yours into my lap, something small, and we’ll call the debt paid.”

Three debts, three repayments.

there's a lunatic in mo village by bastetcg (11k+)

There's a lunatic in Mo Village! And to Lan Sizhui's surprise, Hanguang-Jun has decided to bring the madman back to the Cloud Recesses! How embarrassing!

A mostly canon-compliant look into Lan Sizhui's thoughts and childhood.

on being a big boy by emberloey (1k+)

“My little A-Yuan,” Dad had said the next morning, kneeling down to A-Yuan’s height with a smile, “all grown up now. Soon you’ll be hunting without your poor old dads.”

“Never!” A-Yuan shook his head and latched onto Father’s leg. He smiled up at Father, who smiled back and nodded his head. “A-Yuan always needs Dad and Father!”

in all these shades of blue (i think we found you) by fleetling (5k+)

5 times Sizhui thought about his father's white robes, and 1 time Lan Wangji wore blue.

(Or: Lan Sizhui had never seen his father in anything other than white robes.)

this is when the feeling sinks in, i don't want to miss you like this (come back, be here) by mischievousmurmurs (6k+)

Just now… the butterflies’ conversation. Where did you learn that from, Ah-Yuan?

Ah-Yuan pats his chest. In here, shushu. I feel it in here. And in here, too, he adds, pointing to his head.

Sizhui has never quite been able to remember nor forget the memory of seeing people who he knows loved each other, loved him, and whom he loved in return.

or - a wangxian story, as told by their adopted son.

yours, mine, and ours by casecous (2k+)

When they have both mostly recovered, and A-Yuan is back to his smiling, playful self, Lan Wangji presents him with a forehead ribbon. A-Yuan’s little fingers bump into Lan Wangji’s thumbs as he traces the cloud motif along it.

“You are Lan now. This is very important,” Lan Wangji tells him and A-Yuan looks away from the ribbon to meet his eyes. “You must not take it off as you please. Only family may touch it.”

A series of wangxian family moments.

innocence by snowberryrose (8k+)

In which Wei WuXian gets to raise A-Yuan.

Canon divergence from episode 31.

to recollect and long for by mme_anxious (4k+)

Lan Xichen is there when his brother becomes a father. Lan Sizhui is there when his father's heart breaks, again. Wei Wuxian is there when his son gets drunk for the first time.

Or, the GusuLan forehead ribbon, in three parts.

our little one by writedeku (6k+)

A-Yuan is here. A-Yuan, who Wei Ying loved so much. A-Yuan, who was taught to laugh just like him. Wangji hugs him to his chest and curls over him, ignoring the way the wounds on his back pull and tear. “I have to take care of you,” he says. “I will not leave you.”

(Or: Lan Wangji comes back from Yiling with a child he does not know how to care for and a black hole in his chest. Somehow, he makes it work.)

gathered herbs & sweet grasses by hansbekhart (19k+)

Later, when he’s older, it’s this that A-Yuan will remember most: the stretch of silence, the two of them both dirty and shaking with fever, as he looked at Brother Rich, and Brother Rich looked back at him.

the sacred homeland by particulate (8k+)

He has many names, and some are mouthfuls of blood.

[Or; a chronology of Sizhui, in which he does not forget.]

to the act of making noise by words-writ-in-starlight (19k+)

His father in white plays the song late into the night, and when A-Yuan wakes up confused and afraid, the guqin lulls him back to sleep.

Lan Sizhui hears his father play the same song every night for his whole life, and never, ever get an answer.

when he comes home to you by kika988 (2k+)

Home is Cloud Recesses now, and that's a thing Wei Wuxian is still getting used to. He still feels like a guest here, most days, though Lan Wangji has done everything to make him feel at home. He stands out like a sore thumb amongst the serene disciples and flowing white fabric.

Cloud Recesses has been home to Lan Wangji and Sizhui for years. It is their home, where they've built their family.

The thought warms Wei Wuxian even as it sits a little ill with him. He's an intruder here, in their homes, in their lives, the same way he had been in Lotus Pier.

five times people didn’t know sizhui is lan zhan’s son and one time they did by trilliastra (3k+)

“A-Yuan.” He repeats, reaching out for the boy, growing restless when he can’t touch him. “A-Yuan.”

Oh. Lan Xichen closes his eyes as the tears start to fall. Oh, Wangji.

Carefully, Lan Xichen takes the boy and lays him next to his brother on the bed, Wangji holds him protectively against his chest and A-Yuan stops his little cries immediately.

“Wangji,” Lan Xichen tries again, running a hand through his brother’s hair softly, “who is he?”

“He’s my son.”

5 times the lan head disciple broke the rules by liji (6k+)

“I am not aware of any rule forbidding falling in love,” Hanguang-Jun said at last. There was a quiet sadness in his eye, like he was watching a scene from far away. The novelty of it gave Sizhui the courage to ask his next question.

“Have you ever been in love, Father?” he asked.

(or, five times that Sizhui broke the Lan sect's rules growing up)

the seasons change (but i love you the same) by kdkdkd (7k+)

"Hanguang-jun!"

When did you stop calling me Bàba, A-Yuan?

Lan Wangji had always promised himself that he would never become a poor father like his own had been.

Unfortunately, it feels like he has failed to keep that promise.

✨ bonus round ✨ uncle jiang cheng and nephew lan sizhui

tintinnabulum by respira (8k+)

A small bell chimes, the sound soft and pleasant like the water crashing against a pier, like low whistles in an empty cave, like a guqin playing a lullaby.

#the untamed #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan sizhui #lan yuan #wen yuan #wangxian family #wangxian fic rec #myficrecs #creations #listen i just really love this family #1k

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