#golden lovers research tag

[enjolrasoftheday]

Hello!! Do you know any good Enjolras/Grantaire fics ? Asking for scientific purposes only, naturally

Well, if it's in the name of science...

I do have some recommendation lists in my fic rec tag, and I absolutely still stand by those. But! Here are some more recent fics, in no particular order, that I've enjoyed (and may or may not have speed-read in the last week since receiving this ask, I swear I wasn't ignoring you, I was just conducting important research lol). I’m not going to include the tags/warnings for each fic, so remember to take a look at those on ao3!

Also if anyone else has any recs, feel free to add them in the comment or reblogs!

Happy reading!!

Seek and Destroy by pumpkinspiceprouvaire (27,102 words)

Because Grantaire doesn’t feel that way about him. Grantaire is his friend, and Enjolras will love him from a distance, and that’s the way it’s always been, the way it’s always going to be. Enjolras’ blood freezes in his veins. It’s so obvious. This isn’t Grantaire.

restoring the balance by televisionbodies (14,427 words)

“How long are you stuck here?” He thinks for a moment. “The next train is in about five hours time. And then I’ve got work again, tomorrow.” “No wonder you wanted a coffee,” the bartender murmurs. “Well, then. You’ve got plenty of time to let me show you around.” — It’s 12:36am on a Wednesday and Enjolras, consumed with his work, has missed the last train home.

Les beaux cheveux que voilà by GayAvocado (9,184 words)

One should always have a hair tie around their wrist. If not for their own hair, for others’, or for the multitude of mundane situations that require a hair tie. So of course Grantaire has a hair tie around his wrist tonight. A pink one that might have belonged to Jehan or Azelma or both at some point. The neon colour will look lovely in the middle of Enjolras' golden curls. Or: For some reason, Grantaire finds himself braiding Enjolras’ hair way more often than he thought he ever would. Things change between them.

And Pages To Go by femmebingley (5,441 words)

Grantaire loses his sketchbook. /// “You’ve had it this whole time?” Grantaire couldn’t even find enough indignation to cover his growing terror. “Did you open it?” Enjolras sighed, and that was it. Grantaire’s life was over.

Lost in All of Our Vices by cx_shhhh (11,220 words)

“You will be banished for an indeterminate amount of time and stripped of your godly abilities,” Javert announces, voice booming in the echoing hall, not unlike the thunder he represents. “Until you learn that order is necessary for the gods to stay in power, that the respect of mortals is valuable to us, and until you learn to love them wholeheartedly, you will live like one.” Basically, Enjolras is banished from the heavens, and he learns that a god can, indeed, fall in love.

The Worst First Date by kjack89 (3,443 words)

Enjolras sat down at his desk, fresh mug of coffee in front of him, and took a moment to adjust the ring light behind his cellphone before taking a deep breath and pushing record. “So, um, I hope no one minds but we are taking a break today from our usually scheduled ranting at various governmental institutions because one of my best friends wants me to do a TikTok that’s part of this viral trend.” Or, the one where Enjolras makes a TikTok about his first date with Grantaire.

Green Rushes by loverism (6,043 words)

The mermaid, Enjolras, bites his lip, glaring at Grantaire like he's trying to determine whether he's serious. Grantaire supposes he was probably raised on stories of how evil the cave-witches are, how deceitful; how they mock everything they speak of; how they're driven only by profit; and above all, how striking a bargain with one of them is never, ever worth it. Grantaire can't exactly call those stories inaccurate. or: grantaire is a sea witch chilling in a cave, mixing potions and trying to mind his own business. enjolras has other ideas.

Love is Blind by kjack89 (32,982 words)

Enjolras sat down in front of the camera, and the producer just off-screen gave him a reassuring smile. “Nothing to it,” the producer promised. “Just introduce yourself and tell everyone why you’re here.” Enjolras jerked a nod before looking into the camera. “My name is Enjolras,” he said. “I’m 31 years old, and I’m here because this is the first season that this show has been open to queer contestants.” The producer cleared his throat. “So do you believe Love is Blind?” he prompted. Enjolras gave the camera a smile. “Well,” he said. “That’s what we’re here to find out.”

Love Bites by ShameDumpster (9,557 words)

"What—" Enjolras says, breath hitching at the sight, “What are you doing?” Grantaire immediately freezes, and then pulls back, slightly. Even still, it’s closer than they’ve ever actually been, barely a foot between their faces. "I…need to bite you?" he says, managing to sound both wry and nervous at the same time, "How exactly did you think this worked?" In which Grantaire has recently been turned into a vampire, and Enjolras offers to help him. For the Same-Prompt Fic Challenge 2022

Tell Me Why (Ain’t Nothin but a Heartache by cs_shhhh (3,281 words)

It starts slowly, of course. Grantaire already pays too much attention to Enjolras, so it’s easy to spot the white petals, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. Enjolras seems to grow angrier and angrier when the coughing starts interrupting his speeches, so much that Combeferre has to take over after pushing a glass of water towards him, and he casts the flowers to the ground, glaring at them.

anything you want, boy (i can make it happen) by thewalrus_said (3,545 words)

As he’d been falling asleep, he’d expected to feel devastated, or heartbroken, or something negative after a clearly one-off night with the object of his long-held desires, but instead he just feels...satisfied, almost content. Enjolras clearly finds him at least physically desirable, and he’s apparently in Enjolras’ head at least a little bit, and that turns out to be enough for him. He’s finally had sex with Enjolras, and while it hadn’t been what he’d secretly hoped for, it had still been good, and so the memory doesn’t drag him down like he’d feared it might. So when he answers a knock on his door a week later to find a breathless Enjolras, who immediately pushes his way into Grantaire’s apartment and says, “I think we should have sex again,” he’s more than a little taken aback.

The Arms of the Ocean, so Sweet and so Cold by ShameDumpster (11,867 words)

Sirens attack the crew of the dreaded pirate ship, the Musain. They send out Enjolras to deal with it, as in the past, he’s proven himself to be unaffected by their song. Unfortunately for him, as he’s told Grantaire many times, things can (and do) change. And this change may leave his life, and heart, in the balance.

It Only Takes a Meow-ment by cx_shhhh (7,158 words)

“The prince is finally putting out a challenge for his hand. He has a very loyal cat, you see. Whichever suitor, man or woman, can obtain the ring attached to the bow around its neck will be given the time of day.” Or Enjolras is oblivious, and it impacts everyone around him in the best way possible.

neon loneliness by dyhtps (4,345 words)

He lets his gaze fall around the kitchen. A coffee mug left out on the side, a tea-towel hung over the oven handle, even one of those awful kiss the cook aprons that he figures must belong to Enjolras’ boyfriend. Grantaire blames the concussion for the sudden, awful sinking feeling in his stomach. He decided he hates the mystery boyfriend, maybe he's been an arse to future Grantaire before and it's just his subconscious warning him to get away from the guy as quick as he can. or Grantaire loses his memory, is jealous of Enjolras' mystery boyfriend and finally realises that's actually him.

visiting hours by televisionbodies (5,731 words)

”I guess I’m just surprised you’re still in here at all.” “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Enjolras says smoothly, knowing exactly what Grantaire means. “Two months?” One side of Grantaire’s mouth is turning upwards. “I didn’t think you were capable of sitting still that long.” — 5 times grantaire visits enjolras in prison, and 1 time he doesn’t have to.

[witchofthesouls]

Wait something funny just occurred to me. In the AU where the kids get cyber formed but remain on the edge of being adults, someone would have had to give them the Cybertonian version of The Sex Talk.

Would it be Ratchet, giving them the strictly medical side of things, or would it be some bot, talking about the experimental/exploring parts?

(I genuinely believe Ratchet would have an aneurysm of some kind at the prospect of it. But let's pretend)

I have to name this verse properly because Tarn isn't here, but it will eventually lead the D.J.D. to Earth. I'll keep the soulmate au tag until I can figure out something.

Ratchet does have an aneurysm because he has set ideas on what is and isn't 'appropriate' from Functionist-held Golden Age Cybertron, but he also carries a lot of guilt from out-surviving almost all his friends, cohorts, and students...

And it's all being dragged into the mud by the Jasper trio, who gives no quarter on crushing his prejudices and fears. Even Raf, his favorite, casually steamrolls over it with the draconian and American mindset of giving no fucks.

Team Prime had harmless thought exercises of what their charges' Cybertronian frames would be like... and none of them were remotely correct!

Because Miko is a Seeker femme, Raf may or may not be a type of Predacon, and Ratchet can't get proper readings on Jack's base-coding, Ratchet sits them all down because they're not sparklings or mechlings with sealed plates but full-framed mecha with total access. He gives them the reproductive talk, especially since Seekers and beastformers go into reproductive heats, but humans don't have that. He's trying to be mindful, and Ratchet is going through the different sexual methods and the variations of parts. Of course, Raf has to interrupt because the draconian mech has two spikes and no receptacle, and he would like to know about any necessary care.

All in all, it's really Ratchet having another fit because his weird humans are now weird Cybertronians of yore/throwbacks. And the ex-humans are taking it rather well, but Jack, Miko, and Raf had literally lifetimes to explore sexuality: as humans, human-hybirds by exploring their heritage as well as alchemical concoctions and very curious lovers.

This, however, did kickstart the path of Ratchet teaching Miko his medical knowledge as she doesn't want the results. She's burning to have the technical skills and knowledge of the processes. Ratchet does pass on his skills to Raf and Jack, but Raf prefers the science as Jack is more fascinated by procuring research material. Miko literally bullzoned her way to become his student. The howling matches they had shook the foundations of the base, but she got her way because she deliberately aimed at his vulnerable parts. ("You'll leave us one day to go back to Cybertron! And you're refusing to tell me how to properly care for myself!?") Ratchet is highly concerned about how voracious Miko's appetite is for that knowledge.

She yearns to become a Tsunade/Unohana terror among them because they have a strong suspicion that if their status is revealed, then they'll become targets. She'll become a Cybertronian Bloodbourne horror if it means she'll never be trapped like what happened to some of her kin.

[aerodaltonimperial]

Okay, friends, I ended up embarking upon a little research mode today when I wanted to figure out the top 20 or so pairings in the AEW tag. This ended up being a lot harder than I anticipated, because it's very easy to get the top 10 (AO3 shows you those on the main page filters) but tough to get anything after, because while you can simply exclude the top 10 in order to generate the next 10, this messes up the numbers in pretty much all the next ones by hiding fics where more than one pairing is tagged.

This means I essentially had to pull the pairing and then search it organically to get true numbers. Took a little while! Then I decided that I only wanted full AEW pairings - this meant both people had to be IN AEW. So I took out any pairings that fell under this category, mostly the OFC/reader inserts, and a few holdovers from other wrestling promotions. (I almost took out Golden Lovers, but then searched since I forgot Ibushi had officially gotten the All Elite sign.) I also took out the BCC group because while I am impressed that a multi-some has that many entries, one person isn't in AEW anymore and also I was looking for 2-people pairings only. You can see the numbers in the first screenshot, however.

This gave me 19. Close enough! So here are the top 19 pairings in AEW fandom on AO3 hahaha.

Current only as of right now, Feb 13, 2024 at 4:40 PM CST lmao

[poomphuripan]

10 BL Boys I Want Carnally To Love, Take Care and Cuddle With Every Night

@bunnakit awww thank you for the tag 🫶 as an asexual i can't say i spent much time thinking about fucking anyone (so coming up with this list was really hard ;_;) but if any of these characters propositioned... i would NOT say no 😉

10. Phob (Something In My Room)

if there is an award for cutest ghost of all time in a BL series, i think Phob will take home easily. Phob deserves better sex. my meow meow friendly ghost Phob, i will tuck you in bed my ghost sweetie 🥺🫶

9. Shao Fei (History 3: Trapped)

my righteous cop with a strong sense of justice, i really love Shao Fei so much. Shao Fei doesn't beat around the bush and is really straightforward with his wants, I LOVE HE!

8. Khuafah (Sky In Your Heart)

Khuafah, the HOT CHARMING doctor that you are. i would volunteer to get sick every day just to visit him 🫠

7. Gene (Lovely Writer)

if Gene ever needs to write a straight romance novel, i'm happy to make out with him for research purposes 😉

6. Pisaeng (Be My Favorite)

most patient boyfriend who tries super hard to get you plushies? yea i would bang Pisaeng in a heartbeat, no doubt. in fact, i believe Pisaeng would be considerate and wait for me to be ready (Pisaeng babe i'm always ready for you 😉)

5. Tennoji Haru (Trillion Game)

while Trillion Game is DEFINITELY not BL, but Meguro Ren was in Kieta Hatsukoi so my boy should get a PASS 😤 Haru is confident yet humble, self-proclaimed selfish yet always selfless. god i love competent men *swoons* Trillion Game is out on Netflix, please check out my boy Haru and his boy(friend) Gaku and their start-up adventure together 🥺👉👈.

4. Charn (Laws of Attraction)

while i can't guarantee that i can give Charn a good time, i believe that as a fellow lawyer i can assist Charn with any case work he got. Like i said, i am a sucker for competent men 😮‍💨.

3. Tangmo (Great Men Academy)

you don't understand how obsessed i am with the og golden retriever, nation's boyfriend, Tangmo. it's been 4? years... i have not let him go... gentle soft boi but great at judo too? i think Tangmo and i should have our wrestling sessions ending up as makeout sessions.

2. Joe (My Stand In)

this is kind of a cheat but i've read the original novel for My Stand In (Professional Body Double by Shui Qian Cheng) and i can confirm Joe/Zhou Xiang is the sweetest soul, most precious, unluckiest gay ever (Ming, you are on sight, watch it sir or imma steal Joe away). i'm super excited for My Stand In because i hope i get to fall in love with Joe once again the way i fell super hard, head over heels for him when i finished this danmei novel within less than 24 hours. (was this shameless PR for Poom Phuripan's new BL series next year? yes, yes it absolutely was 🤗)

1. Khun Yai and Jom (I Feel You Linger In The Air)

if i don't have a gentle lover like Khun Yai Kritsada Palathip or a soft boyfriend like Jom Ravit Pittayanan then what's the POINT. i want both of them so BAD. also isn't it such a crime that Yai lives his entire life the rest of his live in celibacy, having fucked only ONE person (the love of his life) in his lifetime. LET ME IN. i will love both of you equally.

+ bonus: Chef Guy (Bake Me Please)

did you REALLY think i was gonna end my list without current loml, our resident sad boi, considerate and caring Chef Guy? 😅 Guy deserves a spot on here because well i'm absolutely feral for this man. Guy is just the nicest guy and i will literally do anything for him. Guy had me at hello but my heart truly broke when he comforted Peach saying he doesn't want to see Peach who's given him so much positivity, cry 😭.

oooooh that was soooo hard ;_; i love all these characters, maybe one day i need to start listing the female characters i'd totally hypothetically bang too because WOMEN ARE HOT 🔥.

[justabigoldnerd]

Thank you so much @nicijones for the tag!!

Here are seven sentences from "I Am Your Lover (I Am Your Jailor)" !! I'm so close to being done with researching, I'm SO EXCITED to share this with you guys 🤩

While standing in the grass, tall enough to reach his thighs, the Prince rested his hand on the surface of the swaying flora and closed his eyes. “The old archbishop showed me this place. He said that it was a vortex, and that it was pure ethereal energy that made the grass flow like water, not the wind. He even told me this story about people of the Old Ways gathering here to celebrate their holidays because a god was said to live beneath the tree,” he glanced back at Illya and shrugged, then cast his eyes down, “Fairytales for a scared little boy. Maybe there was some truth to it, though. It's so peaceful here.”

No pressure tagging @cha-melodius @pippinoftheshire @yallwildinrn @huggiebird @too-young-to-fall-in-love

@times-up-alone-tonight @heytheredeann @the-golden-comet and anyone else who wants to join!!!

[multifunctionalnitroglycerin]

Leona and Diana Old Lore / New Lore. My take on it

Okay so, I am relatively new to the League community, with barely three years under my belt, but lore is one of the things that interest me the most about it. And well, the dynamic between Sun and Moon coded characters is one I never pass up in exploring. Leodia is arguably my favorite ship from League, but it's mostly the idea of it, with recent executions leaving me feel kinda... meh.

So apart from probably having read every single half decent fic under the Leona/Diana tag on Ao3, I have scourged the internet for their lore and have come across quite a few references of their old one. Never found the complete thing though. And possibly unpopular opinion, I like it better than their current one.

That is not to say that the old lore is any sort of masterpiece, and people could argue that it doesn't set them up to be lovers, but I think with a little bit of tweeking it can become really good. Many of my ideas are inspired from a fic I probably read like 2 years ago, also features an OC named Helena and has a side of Riven's inner struggle, Riven and Diana friendship and Rivelia. (I cannot for the life of me remember the name, I apologise)

My problem with the New Lore mostly, is that it's vanilla for a mountain of warriors and *cultists* it feels almost like High School AU but try to fit it into League, and yeah it's not it for me. Also the co-dependence of their ascension, and just Leona's whole thing kinda sucks. Like I can see how people might see it as romantic and poetic and whatever, that they ascended at the same time and Leona followed Diana up the mountain to keep her safe etc. etc. but that's kinda glossing over some issues especially with Leona's character.

Now the new take on Leona's character is really interesting, and a complete 180 from the old lore and actually the idea isn't so bad, if they ACTUALLY DID ANYTHING WITH IT. Now as a person that definitely doesn't overanalyze literature and fictional characters for fun, Leona's new lore is such an interesting take and could be taken many directions if someone chose to explore it and go a bit deeper that "genocidal close-minded bigot".

At first read Leona is really just that. She does what she is told no hesitation, no questions asked and turns on Diana also no questions asked. But let's take it a bit deeper shall we?

I have no intention to make it as though Leona holds no blame for her actions or that she is a paragon of virtue, cause she is not. But if we dive in her story a bit more we could perhaps understand how she came to be what she is. Because under no circumstance do I think she is that daft. Especially if she was with Diana for years. Some of that curiosity must have rubbed off on her. Then again she could have just ignored everything Diana said about the Moon and her research. I guess we'll never know.

I do not intent to ramble about Leona in this post. But I'll give you some clues as to why her backstory and the whole Targonian premise is important. She is born practically into a cult, or well a religion with really strict and particular disciplines. So already an environment with very particular ideas and particular ways to enforce them. She is the daughter of two really strict and proud parents in said cult, who seem to care more abt her achievements and punishments than anything (Grade A parenting), - She doesn't even send them that letter in the end - and she is the golden child of the Solari. So what do we have in our hands? An affection starved perfectionist suffering from gifted child expectations. NOw take that and put it in the Solari premise of religious fanatism and voila!

(I will probably at some point make a separate post abt this, because I really took a deep dive in Leona's character when writing my Ruination fic - that I wont ever post anywhere probably - and I have a LOT to say)

So in the old Lore the Rakkori are the warriors and defenders of the mountain, a bit heavy on the bloodthirsty side though, hence the right of Kor. A coming of age ritual battle to the death. (What else could it be). Leona being the only one that refuses to kill her opponent and friend, is sentenced to be executed, but before the execution could be carried out, she is claimed by the Golden Sister as the Sun aspect with a beam of golden light.

I feel that Leona's ascension in particular is really important in the old Lore, because in such a warlike culture she was rewarded for showing mercy. She was chosen because she chose mercy over mindless slaughter. Something that could potentially be really important later on, in a mountain where half its indigenous people have slaughtered the other half??

Point 1 I like from the old lore: The Sun chose Leona because she was merciful. (Or had a semblance of a moral compass)

Moving forward the lines kinda blur for Diana, mostly cause I am not sure what I remember is actual lore and what is related to that magnificent fic.

Her curious truth-searching nature is ever present. She discovers hidden texts, burned pages and embarks on a journey of knowledge that leads her to climb the mountain. Only she is in the company of an elderly woman I think? Anyhow, she finds - is lead to - an alcove, an old temple and the relics of the Moon Aspect. Overjoyed at her findings she dons the armor takes it all down to the elders, they call her a heretic, brand her, and intent to kill her, when she begs the Moon for help and ascends. Either her or the moon blast kills every elder in the room she gets blamed either way, and the chase begins.

Diana is at her core an academic and a researcher, that researches. She has her Indiana Jones moment in the mountain and there is a process a ritual to it, instead of I just climbed up saw unimaginable terrors and now I am the aspect of the Moon (over-simplified I know. The climb judges worthiness). There is something about her checking old dusty books, and deciding to brave the climb looking for answers. About her choosing to be helpful -kinda as a mirror to Leona sparing her opponent, Diana, the one that keeps to herself - apart from when arguing abt academics and scriptures consciously engages with and helps a stranger, guiding them up the mountain and helping them along the way when the trip became too arduous.

Point 2 I like from the old lore: The ritual of the process in Diana's research and ascension and the mirroring with Leona, minor though it is, that they ascended - sooner or later - after an act of kindness that contradicted what would have been expected of them.

Point 3 I like from the old lore: The brand. Like it just adds another layer to Diana's character. And is a much better explanation for its presence than Moon magic. Also the amount of complications this act has, its just delicious. I mean THE DRAMA. and ofc THE TRAUMA. I don't think she'd go near a fire for months.

Point 3 I like from the old lore: The independence of the ascensions. It gives us the chance to see them grow and evolve as their own people before the thread of fate that binds them together appears. We get to see one without the other, and that would later make their dynamic more interesting.

But How are Leona and Diana connected?

In the old lore they aren't. I think. Leona is like a blood hound that needs to kill the heretic.

In the fic, Leona's dad was one of the guards in the room when Diana ascended and was killed, which in the context of the story adds a layer of betrayal between them, as up to that point they were lovers. And you know what, I really like that idea. And I was thinking that perhaps we could try to get the best of both worlds. Though it might be difficult to fully develop the idea.

Lore Idea:

So the Rakkor ans the Solari are different factions. Solari = priesthood, Rakkor = Warriors. Leona's family are Rakkori, and they are simple people, her father works as a guard for the Solari Temple, something that is considered a bit of an honor despite that fact that the factions don't rly see eye to eye about everything. Right of Kor happens when they are around 15 (Yes I want to traumatize a bunch of teenagers that train to fight, kill and defend since they could walk) and Leona's story proceeds as we know it. She then gets taken to the Solari temple to be educated in their way and train to become the figurehead of their faith. (Like that Leona has already had the chance to develop some critical thinking, and to experience sth different.)

She gets there and all the acolytes younger and older look at her starry eyed, because the elders told them so and because they see her like a bit of a Messiah. (Plus I doubt a bunch of scrawny academics and priests to be have seen anyone their age with that musculature). All of them apart from Diana, who as always isn't particularly impressed by the paragon in training of the Solari faith.

Leona is relieved to get some normal person treatment, even if it is from the broody girl with her nose in a book half the time, and like the cocky 15year old meathead she is, she wants to show off a bit and perhaps win her favor. Shenanigans ensue and Diana unlike the other people that desperately want to befriend Leona, is not impressed.

Another point of similarity is that Leona - that has ascended already mind you - would have a few questions and oppositions to all that mumbo jumbo the Solari say about the Sun and the Moon. So after she flops exceptionally in one oration or sth class, with saying something positive about the Moon that has the students look at her with horror, and the priest fuming and screaming punishments - light ones, because the Sun chose that clueless miscreant, and he doesn't want to fall out of her favor - Leona manages unknowingly to win inquisitive Diana's intrigue - and favor, (but don't tell anyone about the last part).

A tentative bond forms. It gets solidified when Leona stops a few bullies from beating Diana to a pulp, and the dark haired girl in return helps her pass a class she was having an exceptionally hard time with. Diana - who in my head is a year younger - does eventually get charmed by the surprisingly goofy and sunny disposition of the Sun Aspect in training. (Don't get this wrong Leona will still act like a 15 yo that has had to train and fight every day of her life) Diana asks her countless questions about life outside the temple and they discuss theology together, either trying to help Leona understand, or trying to make sense of Diana's findings. (The Rakkori in my head are far more neutral abt Sun and Moon, more like if there is light and I can see I am happy, whether its the Sun or the Moon. "There was even that one traveler from some big city, Pilt - something was it, that even said that the Sun and Moon are like orbs in the night sky, one is a star rly close to us and the other is like a smaller planet or something, can you imagine?")

The become friends, the Nightless Eve happens, and then they become lovers. Leona starts suffering from all those expectations and the charade she needs to put up, she has more hours with classes and training she gets tutored by the priests, punished more severely when se speaks out of line or says something borderline heretical, yada yada. More people like her and she likes the attention. She doesn't abandon Diana though, and she always defends her. Things get difficult as the years go by but still they persist. (We could include some homophobic sentiment in the Solari, or even sth downright misogynistic, which would add complications with Leona's state as the Radiant Dawn, and the wlw relationships as they would not be seen as real substantial relationships - add asshole trying to flirt with Leona bc her relationship with Diana isn't real cause they are both women- DRAMA)

Leona is 18 passes her final exams, and Diana is 17 when Diana's arc happens. They have a huge fight about faith and contradicting it and if it is worth it. (No one wants to bandage their lover's whipped back that is practically a mosaic of scars at this point, or nurse them to health after sever dehydration - cause yes apparently standing naked in the sun for three days can do that). Diana storms off angrily. Finds an elderly woman in the base of the mountain that needs help going up (Silver sister in disguise). She helps her up, and when they are like 3/4 up and rest cause Diana's everything hurts the woman disappears. She looks around, finds the temple, sees carved proof that the Solari and Lunari co-existed gets the relics and climbs back down excited to show everyone her findings.

Meanwhile Leona has left for an emergency Solari mission or sth, and hasn't told Diana. Diana goes to the priests, they don't believe her, she invokes her right to be judged by the Aspect or sth, the priests pretend that Leona is still around and doesn't want to see or help Diana (Strike 1 of betrayal). Diana feels betrayed and hurt and fears for her life. The priests give the order for her to be branded and executed on the spot. Leona's dad who had been in the room and had met Diana, tries to plead her case from an outsider's perspective. One of the elders reprimands him and threatens him with death.

They brand Diana with the moon Symbol on the forehead, and are about to place her face down in the flames and / or slit her throat, and Iasur can't have her dying thinking that Leona betrayed her (A bit of family honor and afterlife beliefs - honor is a huge deal-, and a bit of a soft spot for his daughter's closest companion). He tries to fight his way to her, and gets killed in the process. Diana witnessing Iasur's murder prays to the moon for help, and seconds before breathing her last breath, she ascends. Pillar of Moonlight and heavenly fire burns everything to a crisp, and Diana remains alone in the middle of the room, barely breathing and clad in the garb of he Moon aspect. She takes one look around her and speeds away from the temple.

Leona returns three days after to find the council and her father dead, the council room in ruins and apparently Diana to blame. On top of that Diana is missing. Leona is presented with the case and believes Diana to be her father's killer. She vows to avenge him and kill the Scorn of the Moon, because her Diana wouldn't do that. It must be the moon spirit. and yes apparently Moon is bad because dad and Diana are gone bc of it. Leona is determined to save her lover from the Moon's clutches and set her free the only way she knows how, with killing her.

And thus their journey begins. Leona becomes more and more of a puppet from here and on driven by anger and betrayal and Diana feels abandoned and betrayed, with nothing left in the world but the glow of the branding mark on her forehead and the knowledge that her lover wanted her dead.

And as for their path to reunite again and achieve peace? Well Leona needs to be merciful, and Diana needs to guide and support someone through the right path.

Thanks for reading this huge ass post. Again MANY credits to that amazing writer on Ao3, if I find that fic I'll put a link here, cause its phenomenal.

Take care and see ya next time!

[jinxedmuse]

new romantics — boo seungkwan, 부승관

🎵 daydreamin' - ariana grande, arabella - artic monkeys, off to the races - ldr, feel so close - calvin harris, automotivo bibi fogosa - bibi babydoll, light a flame - svt, you know you like it - dj snake

in which: the “goody-two-shoes”, university athlete boo seungkwan encounters a “rebel against-all-odds”, biker!reader and truly learns what it means to have fun while living life for himself alongside new found, and utterly careless love.

authors note: plz don't be mad i'm aware i owe u guys part 2 of the jeonghan fic and a "bed peace vernon" fic but.. no excuse tbh. wrote something like this a while ago and was gonna re-upload it but the more i re-read it the more i was dissatisfied so here’s this (hopefully way cleaner ver) instead. tags & warnings: she falls first x he falls harder, strangers/annoyance to lovers, some cursing, reckless racing, reader is (strongly) implied to be a thrill seeker, harmless back and forth (flirty) banter, mentions of alc (legal drinking) word cound: 4.2k

9:52 am

seungkwan suddenly came to an abrupt halt. he tightly held the large iced americano in his right hand and completely let slip his folder packed with research and syllabus papers in the left.

he begrudgingly looks down at his scattered papers, frustration growing by the second before looking up. in front of him and the reason for his abrupt stop was you.

you were running late on the first day of uni and had opted to take your bike to campus in a rush. you didn't even realize you almost ran into the guy until you were way too close for comfort.

you removed your helmet, your hair coming undone from underneath it. positioning your helmet onto the handle of your ride, you hopped off and immediately crouched down, trying to gather the papers that had dropped on the floor but your black leather gloves prevented you from doing so comfortably, slightly crinkling some in the process.

“just stop, you can leave them. It's fine.” the voice rushes out. you look up but can hardly see who was speaking. the sun was directly behind him, practically shining around his blonde hair like a golden halo.

he seemed kind of tall, and lanky but healthy. his backpack, the one you recognized too well that nearly all athletes here used, was slinked onto one shoulder. you stand up, squinting your eyes to protect them from the harsh rays of the beaming sun.

once face to face with him, you realized he was kind of, no, exceedingly handsome. he was rather well groomed, his skin fair with no marks and instead, a cute beauty mark right underneath his left eye.

he slightly backed up, looking at you muddled. it was obvious his tolerance was wearing thin as he picked up the rest of his papers and practically shoved them inside his folder, somehow without ripping or further crinkling any more of them.

you bowed repeatedly, embarrassed with your negligence.

“dude i’m really sorry about that, i’m usually way more careful on this thing i swear.” you practically pleaded, laughing dryly while pointing back at your all-black bike.

you silently prayed that he wouldn't be one of those rich snobs who would threaten to take it away or get your license suspended.

instead, he just raises an eyebrow, observing you without even giving the tiniest glance towards your bike.

“you should be more careful, someone could get hurt. oh and, do you know me that well to be speaking so casually?” he remarks rhetorically.

of course, you don't know him, he knew that as well.

“yeah no, you're right. my bad. i mean, my apologies.” you murmured, bowing once more at the boy in front of you. you could feel your cheeks growing warmer and warmer from embarrassment.

while bowing, his feet start moving and soon enough disappear. you look up and realize he has walked away, without even saying anything or regarding your apology.

“interesting” you whispered, head slightly tilted to the side. in a swift movement, you swung a leg over your bike and re-adjusted your helmet. revving your bike, the wheels tracked a bit of pebbled dirt before it took off, catching you up to him in no time.

this time, you don’t stop the bike. you use one hand to open up your helmet visor and turn to him, trying to get his attention as he was ignoring you.

“look, i truly do apologize. it looks like we’re heading the same way, how about i grant you a ride and save you time? morning classes start in 5 minutes and I guarantee I can get us there in less than 3” you offer, slowing down to match his pace.

“i’m fine.” is all he urges in a monotone voice, facing forward and slightly picking up his pace as the steps of the main campus start coming into view.

you simply hummed in response, putting down your visor once more before setting off, immediately creating a lengthy distance between you too.

you pull up into the student parking for bikes, motorcycles, etc., and hop off. readjusting your slinger backpack, you head into the building. pushing the dreadful encounter to the back of your mind.

boo, seungkwan was now two minutes late to his first lesson. usually, he would try not to beat himself up about something trivial but it was the first day and that professor was like the Korean students most wanted for this course.

he took a deep breath and finally, opened up the door to the classroom. the professor cocked an eyebrow before seemingly crossing seungkwan’s name off his paper, motioning for him to head to the back.

seungkwan took a glance at the wide lecture room and just as he suspected, practically all the seats were filled. only two scattered ones in the back remained. he heads up toward the back and absentmindedly sits down next to some girl.

she had pretty, long lashes resting onto her soft skin, hair slightly in her face due to her head down, and her plump lips formed into a subtle pout as she was already falling asleep.

she's pretty, he simply thought to himself. but really? falling asleep on the first day? in this professor's class no less? hopefully next time seungkwan can find another seat, a better seatmate to be precise. they probably won't be prettier but he wasn't here for that, he was here to raise his (already above-average) gpa.

9:48 pm

"guys thank you so much.. for bringing me to the world's lamest orientation party." seungkwan remarks, clapping his hands sarcastically.

his long-term friend and junior here, mingyu simply bows his head in shame.

it truly was boring. the room was split up into groups of freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors. the drink stand had the blandest variations of alcohol and the food that was getting passed out had already gotten cold an hour in, of course after playing what seemed like a thousand ice breakers.

"dude i'm so ready to leave." chimed up lee chan, a fellow sophomore and friend.

“the moment it hits 10, i’m out.”

almost as soon as he said that, the door opened up and a girl walked in. she wasn't exactly tall but she had the height to her, she was dressed in all black head to toe, her dark hair was neat and pushed out of her face, her features soft yet eyes sharp, clearly searching for someone in the room.

seungkwan tried studying her face but she walked by his table quickly, he swore he’d seen her before.

"i gotta get back to my table, but once this is over lets go over to seungcheols apartment yeah?" mingyu declared before getting up and making their way to the junior table.

seungkwan turned back, simply nodding before lazily clicking his glass with the slightly younger chan

"you know her?" he asked, tilting his cup in the girl's direction who was now speaking to some guy at one of the club stands.

seungkwan hated seeing someone he wasn't even close to multiple times, once he noticed you, he'd see you everywhere. as if you had taken a dip into his daydreams, invading the air around him.

yet he still studied you once more before turning back, downing his glass in one go and setting it back down.

"nope, she looks familiar though."

now you had only walked into this orientation for one thing: to get your friend and go.

"vernon are you done yet?" you whined, watching as he paced back and forth, picking up the remainder of his items and stuffing them into his black backpack.

"okay, now i'm done. let's go" he says once he slips it on and makes his way from behind his club stand, grabbing his motorcycle keys and twisting them around his index finger.

"finally, time to have some real fun tonight." you practically beamed, skipping along to head outside.

you stop in your tracks a few feet from the door once you realize vernon is no longer walking beside you but is now by a table, having a conversation with two heads of blondes.

curious, you sneak up behind vernon, resting your head on his shoulder. once you peer at who he's speaking to, you can't help but smile. the familiar face now trying his hardest to not look right back at you.

vernon senses this almost immediately "you guys know each other?' he raises a question to the both of you.

"no,” seungkwan reacts quickly.

"something like that," you reply, conveying your most impressionable smile.

he falters once he sees it but fixes his eyes back on vernon, "no, we don't. just unfortunately ran into each other this morning."

you move from behind vernon and closer to the table. "oh please, the pleasures all mine”, you retaliate, sticking your hand out to shake his.

he does, although reluctantly and you use that opportunity to pull him out of his seat. once up, you wrap an arm around his shoulder.

"vern, why don’t we invite these lovely gentlemen to where we're going?” you ask, completely ignoring the very confused and shocked seungkwan in your arms.

funny enough though, he wasn't making an effort to get out, for which he could've easily done. instead, he listens in quietly, a part of him wondering if he could truly let go just once tonight after this failed orientation party.

he makes eye contact with a very excited chan, practically jumping out of his seat, already putting on his jean jacket.

vernon looks at you all, a small smile spreading across his face.

"i don't see why not.”

"he doesn't see why not, and you sir? what are you gonna do?” you ask looking at the boy still in your grasp.

he looks at you, face slightly flushed in embarrassment because he realizes a few other students are now looking in your direction. but you don't budge, keeping eye contact steady, as if you didn't even realize there were other people in the room.

vernon and chan looked at seungkwan expectedly, he nods shyly and chan clapped excitedly.

"finally, let's get the hell out of here now, please. i'll text mingyu and seungcheol about this.” quipped the younger blonde, already quickly typing away on his phone and making his way to the door with vernon.

you smiled, taking your arm off his shoulder.

you picked up the glass bottle of mexican coca-cola from the table, presumably his as it was in front of his dish. flicking the already loose cap off and onto the remainder of his untouched food, you wrap your lips around the top. downing the rest of his drink, right in front of him.

seungkwan watched your actions tenaciously. he didn’t speak up, or complain about you taking it despite you had only met once before this. instead, he just watched as your lips like a galaxies edge, wrapped around the tip of the coke bottle, taking back the last sip of his dark drink.

“you know for someone who seems to hate me, you sure do have a habit of staring.” your voice caught him off guard and he quickly realized he had been staring at your mouth for far too long.

you let out a small laugh, going on ahead outside “i didn’t think you’d agree after this morning.”

“I didn’t think i would either,” he muttered, grabbing his stuff and following closely behind you as you left the orientation hall.

once outside, chan was already on the back of vernon’s ride.

you take your jet-black helmet off your handlebars and toss it to the boy behind you. you caught seungkwan yet he still managed to catch it effortlessly.

"what about you... no helmet?" he asked warily, surveying your bike as if another helmet would just pop out of thin air.

“don’t need one," you say matter-of-factly as you mount your bike. you pat the space behind you before revving your engine. seungkwan looked skeptical of the accommodation and situation.

"oh c'mon on, i'll be fine. don't tell me you're backing out now" you teased, revving the engine once more.

seungkwan had a clear scowl on his face after your remark. chan laughed at the joke you looked but before he could say anything, vernon pulled out of the sidewalk and sped off.

seungkwan was anxious, should he let go so early in the year, with someone he barely knew? he's about to toss back the helmet, but when he looks at you, you're no longer butting jokes or rushing him. simply playing with some stickers you had put on your handlebars. your hair was blowing in the wind, and the chilly night air didn't seem to affect you.

just for tonight, he thought to himself. he walked towards you and boarded your bike without saying anything.

"ah c'mon, handsome. you should know this, hands round the driver,” you say casually, foot on of the peddles, ready to take off at any time.

nervously, he wraps his arms loosely around you, a smile tugged at your lips. his shyness was charming.

you take off, following in pursuit behind vernon and you can feel his grip tightening around your waist. his broad chest pressed against your back. his heart beating rapidly but steadily.

10:36 pm

you guys arrived at the race tracks, vernon and chan already standing by some bleachers speaking to another group. you pull your bike in front of the wide set of bleachers, seungkwan hurriedly gets off the bike as soon as you stop it and removes the helmet.

"thanks." is all he says with a slight bow before going back to join vernon and chan by the bleachers.

"still so formal huh?”

i’ll crack you soon. is all you think to yourself. you hop off your bike and are greeted by a few fellow racers pulling you into hugs and small conversation.

"it's about to start soon, you racing tonight sweetheart?" one remarks. you looked at the track, observing its condition with a small smile on your face,

you looked back at who spoke, a friend that got you into motorcycles and the entire lifestyle years ago, jun.

"hm, what’s in it for me?' you ask, your gaze no longer on the track or jun, but behind him. seungkwan was currently sitting by the lower edges of the bleachers, a can of beer in hand as he laughed at something chan and vernon said.

you forgot jun was speaking by the time you cut him off. "actually-" you start, slowly starting to walk by. "i think i do have something that might interest me" you remark, a sly smirk on your face as you looked on the blonde boy ahead of you.

something about him piqued your interest, you couldn't tell if it was the feeling of a brand new bike straight from the garage or if he was a person you'd want in your life. either way, the feeling excited you.

you walk past jun and inevitably the small group that had gathered around you, ignore their confused remarks and make your way to the bleachers.

vernon smiles upon you approaching, wrapping a lazy arm around your shoulder. you pat his back but shrug it off, nodding your head towards chan who is sitting to seungkwan’s left.

"can i steal your seat for a moment," you ask, to which the young blonde simply nods. downing the rest of his beer and motioning vernon to go get some more with him.

once you and seungkwan are left alone, you sit by him closely. observing him carefully.

the moon above shone directly on him. It's like the solar system routed him his personal spotlight wherever he went. he was barefaced yet he still looked incredibly handsome. realized he had more beauty moles than just the one underneath his left eye. the blinding lights around the race track slightly brightened his face.

"are you just gonna stare at me?" he asked, taking a small sip from his beer.

he was shifting his feet uncomfortably and not looking back at you but he made no motion to distance himself from you, you were close enough so that your knees and shoulders were slightly touching, brushing against each other at any slight movement.

"just returning the favor from this morning, is that not allowed?” you ask sarcastically. seungkwan practically splurts out his beer, your sudden remark surprising him.

"that was you in the lecture hall this mornig?' he asked surprised, he was now looking at you, total shock over his face as he wiped off any small beer spillage on his crisp black shirt.

you ignore his question, finding there is no need to be hung up on the obvious for longer than it should be. a personal philosophy.

"i have a proposition.” you exclaim, once again not breaking any contact.

he nods slightly, a sign to continue with whatever it was you had to say tonight.

“i'm racing tonight, if i win, let me get closer to you." you bargained. seungkwan sucked in a harsh breath, it felt like all his words, any rebuttal or joke or even just awkward laugh he could've left out got caught choked up in his throat.

he searched your face; your eyes, for any sign of insincerity. anything to show you might be joking but there were none. you were completely serious.

he ran his empty hand through his bleached blonde hair, as if stuck in deep thought before meeting your gaze.

"whats in it for me if we get closer?' he managed to ask. words spilling together like he still didn't quite believe you.

you smiled softly, and without even realizing it, upon impulse, you gently poked the beauty mark right underneath his eye. he was taken aback but didn't physically back away.

he looked around as if searching for a hidden prank camera and it earned a laugh from you.

"you’re cute. it makes me want to spend time with you. if you allow me to get closer to you, i can make your life a whole lot more fun," you state in a persuasive tone. dropping your hand from his face but holding it up by his empty one, urging him to shake it.

to lock in the deal.

he looked at you skeptically but you could tell he was intrigued. he brought his hand up swiftly, shaking yours then dropping it almost as soon as it started.

you held back a smirk. too easy, you thought to yourself. you got up as vernon and chan were making their way back to the bleachers.

"pay attention to me well, yeah?” you asked directly, mocking his bow from earlier. seungkwan held back a smile, simply raising his eyebrow slightly.

vernon yelled out once a bit closer, "yo reader! you're racing tonight right? they're calling you." while approaching the bleachers. chan reclaims his seat next to seungkwan and vernon sits on the opposite side.

vernon was now looking up at you as he adjusted his beanie.

"hell yeah i’m racing, i’ll be winning too,” you say confidently, showing a small wink in seungkwan’s direction. the others definitely noticed, vernon just thought it was your usual behavior so he didn't say anything; no matter how bad he wanted to.

you jokingly salute the three before making your way down to the track, jun was standing by your motocycle ensuring its condition.

you thanked him and hopped on, adjusting the helmet. whatever shampoo seungkwan used, it smelled like him now, a small smile tugging at your lips. it smelled good.

"what's got you smiling like that?' jun asked, pushing your head slightly with an index finger. you waved it off, no longer holding back the smile.

"the fact that i'm winning this race." you cooed in a sing-song voice.

jun simply laughed. bringing down your visor. with that, he murmured a small "i know you will." before tapping your motorcycle and slightly jogging off the track, maintaining a closer position by one of the grid girls he had been flirting with earlier.

with that, a shot was fired in the air and you wasted no time in taking off. immediately creating a large gap between you and the other racers.

the cool air hit your clothes, keeping you cold despite your layers which weren't much if you were being honest. the smell of the track excited you, racing thrilled you. so how could a boy, you just met, also be this captivating to you? you drifted easily past a turn, neck, and neck with another racer.

the beaming and flashing lights around the track illuminated the floor, there were flashlights from people recording and screams from people who bet money. the endorphin rush hitting them even if they were just watching.

it all felt so good, even better when you created another gap, suddenly feeling extremely motivated at the thought of your deal. with another turn of your handle and a bit more seed, you cruised past the finish line, a gride girl waving a big flag back and forth, signaling you had won and the race was over.

seungkwan didn't even realize when he had gotten out of his seat. mouth ajar and hands up in eagerness as he watched you easily pass the finish line. a part of him was hoping you’d have won and right now it was extremely evident.

he watched almost in awe as you leaned against the motorcycle, as if you didn't just do something so incredible in front of what seemed like hundreds of people tonight. you looked so free.

was this the life you were used to? he wondered, was this the fun you’d wrap him up in? the questions already started driving him insane.

cheers erupted all over the bleachers, your group of friends recording your victory and jun jogging up to reach where you had stopped. your heart was pounding loudly in your ears, the rush from the race taking you higher than any drug you’ve taken. you smile proudly as you remove your helmet.

jun stretches up his hand and you high-five it before he pulls you into a hug while holding onto your helmet for you.

one of the grid girls made their way over to you, saying something along the lines of "congrats, that was cool' while handing you a couple of bands of prize money. you gave a small and firm smile, accepting the cash but carelessly tossing it into one of your small hidden compartments.

once it was in here, you tapped jun on his shoulder "watch this for me for a few, yeah?” you ask with pleading eyes. he simply nods, slightly leaning into your bike while pulling out his phone.

with that, you start making your way to the bleachers, another smile on your face once you realize the three boys are already heading towards you.

"yo that was fucking crazy, damn you’ve gotta teach me sometime!” chan exclaimed. practically begging as he daps you up, patting your back before walking by, letting out a series of "ouuu" as he looks at our bike.

vernons reaction was more tame but he was still hyped.

“good job.” is all he says, patting your head a few times before following behind chan who is already making conversation with jun. you swore chan could become friends with anyone.

you turned back in front of you, the real reason you had made your way back here in the first place. boo seugkwan was enamored, to say the least, but he would never admit that out loud.

you take his canned beer from him and down it before crushing it slightly, not breaking eye contact with him. he was practically putty in your hands by now but he was pulling himself together to the best of his abilities to not show it.

"i didn't know you were soo.." he starts, lost in words as he looks at you. he already knows you are pretty, but it's as if a new light is forming around you. the same girl he'd sworn he'd avoid the rest of his academic year just hours ago.

"cool? beautiful? absolutely incredible at everything?” you teased at the now practically speechless boy in front of you.

he kicked a few pebbles in front of him, now avoiding eye contact as he spoke up.

"yeah," he replied simply, honestly.

it was your turn to be caught off guard, you didn't expect him to return the same amount of energy you'd been playfully putting out all night.

"get closer to me all you want. i implore you to," he says looking up, no longer timidly looking at nothing on the ground. he now returned the favor of firm eye contact, carefully watching your reaction.

you tried to find words, but for the first time since meeting him, it felt like all possible formations or words were stuck in your throat. the fact that he had this effect on you excited you beyond what you'd imagine.

it makes you feel like pulling out your playing cards as well, you’d play your ace if it meant more of these interactions with him.

you simply smiled looking at the boy in front of you.

this was about to be so, fun.

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[auphelia]

Memento Mori - Chapter 1

*Super nice banner once I make it*

One tragedy never arrives alone Two crows never a bore Three meetings never a coincidence Doubt takes root when one decision comes at a price no one could hope to pay. And when praying and pleading with the divine does nothing to dull the ache, it's only natural that curious eyes will look to other means. When an opportunity at redemption presents itself in the shape of a Harbinger, you're all too willing to cast aside reservations and take him up on his word. Dottore laughs in the face of adversity, yet all he can manage with his newest research assistant is a burning rage gnawing away as everything is derailed. Info/tags: Il Dottore x fem reader, research assistant!reader, nuisances to lovers, eventual angst, eventual smut, eventual ending, fem reader with backstory and personality, possibly not very likeable MC, mostly canon compliant, former amurta student reader, slow burn, tags subject to change as I write MDNI - I mean it

The evenings in Sumeru had always been breathtaking, the serenity as the sun settled provided a constant in the busy city. Golden light streamed through the canopy, bathing everything in a warmth that lingered throughout the serene nights. The bustling sounds from the bazaar barely reached your ears as you leaned against the side of one of the little pavilions scattered outside The Akademiya. Your fingers were deftly working to pick apart the flower in your hand, ripping petals out and letting them fall to the ground.

Suspended.

"As if that old fool even has the authority to issue such an order," your voice came out louder than intended, the few students still scattered around the gardens no doubt glancing in your direction. You slumped forward for a moment, focusing on breathing through it as you hoped no one would approach.

It wasn't like you'd hurt anyone or broken any rules. The Akademiya technically had nothing stating someone couldn't use themselves as a subject. Getting the clearance to conduct human studies was a long and tedious process, especially with how busy the sages seemed lately. All of that valuable time could be much better spent on research into cures and remedies for other ailments.

It had certainly been a bit of a careless decision to inject yourself with something you knew was harmful. Your fingers squashed the center of the flower, it's petals strewn about the ground. But honestly, you'd had it under control. You couldn't help but grin to yourself as you toss the naked stem aside.

The antidote you'd made had worked flawlessly, ridding your body of the toxin within mere minutes. It didn't contain any pricey ingredients, and creating it wasn't as labor intensive as you'd feared, overall it was the most satisfying result you'd managed to produce after obtaining your degree. White light danced across the inside of your eyelids as your palms pressed firmly against your closed eyes.

Progress would always sit at the outskirts of acceptability, the moral consensus always shifting to accommodate what turned out to be useful. At least this held true to some degree, some boundaries were not to be crossed, not even in the name of advancement. The six cardinal sins flashed through your mind, the words beaten into your consciousness in every class you'd followed.

You shifted slightly, leaning back to lay on the soft grass. The stained glass mosaics in the top of the pavilion created a swirling display of colors, the sight almost too much as your eyes closed. Was the act of making medicine not conflicting with one of the sins if taken in it's purest form? Bringing life to that which would've otherwise perished, surely it could be argued that anything could be conflicting with the Sages' views if they willed it enough.

The thought made bile rise in your throat, maybe if things had been different, the rules a little more loose… A sigh escaped your lips, it was most likely a system established by Greater Lord Rukkhadevata when she was still around. And questioning the God of Wisdom seemed like a foolish endeavor. Especially when your mind felt all but clear.

There wasn't any real reason for you to stay, lingering behind was only bringing about thoughts of new experiments to plan, mind already working tirelessly to figure out the next medical problem to throw yourself at. The groan you let out as you got on your feet was downright pitiful, hands massaging your lower back. Doubt bubbled right beneath the surface, your next move from here completely up in the air.

It wasn't exactly a matter of lacking options, it had been almost a full year since you'd taken more than two days off. Shops passed by in a blur, chatter and all the tantalizing scent blending together to provide a dull background to the thoughts amassing in your head. They were pressing uncomfortably behind your eyes, throbbing with every step you took, only becoming more evident as you reached the outskirts of the city.

The door creaked on it's hinges as you pushed it open, crossing the threshold into the modest apartment. The corridor was always dark these days, the door to the adjoining room on your right remaining closed out of sheer reluctance to touch it. Your fingertips grazed the wall as you pushed straight ahead to the living room, convincing yourself as so many times before that nothing good would come from lingering.

The couch was soft, phantom warmth still lingering in the pillows and blankets that had been carelessly thrown around. Eyelids already heavy from exhaustion, you chanced a look at the opposite wall, goosebumps already spreading before the image was fully formed. Same as always, two picture frames. Two diplomas.

You removed your glasses, willing the lines to blur before you turned away, as if that would somehow erase the knowledge. A heavy sigh left your lips, tears stinging the corner of your eyes before you could bury your head into the plush fabric below. Keeping them on the wall was stupid, but your mother had insisted. Teeth sunk into the pillow as the memory of hanging them flooded your mind.

There was a soft thud as a pillow collided with the wall, your body shaking in time with the wooden frames. The scream you'd let out was still ringing in your ears, foreign and ugly.

"I can't look mum and dad in the eyes like this," every word felt like glass, throat constricting a little further with each syllable that passed.

"But there's no reason to stay as long as they won't let me into the lab," the words stung more than expected when they passed your own lips. The reality beginning to settle.

Your profe- employer, had forced you to take at least a week away, insisting that it would be beneficial for everyone. You could only scoff at the thought, as if he wasn't partially responsible for this in the first place, always urging his students towards perfection. He was a fool if he thought a mindset like that would just vanish once the degree was obtained.

Not bothering to eat or move from the couch, thoughts about possible solutions began to form. There were too many variables with this, even without taking social obligations into consideration. Turning to lay face down helped a bit, blissful darkness enveloping your senses. Feeling unable to justify to friends and colleagues that a week as a shut-in would be good meant you'd have to leave. Being unable to tell family about this meant you had nowhere proper to go. It'd have to be either somewhere secluded or foreign, and risking a trip to somewhere new seemed silly with only one week available.

As sleep began to settle, thoughts of locating old hiking gear, packing food, and something to make camp took your mind back to the time you'd spent as a student. Field trips were always the highlight of the year, a small hope blossoming that this might still be the case. Memories of vast caverns filled with glowing fungi merged brought to mind a hulking colossus made from moss and vines, it's leather boots adorned with yellow crystals as it trudged on. Everything soon turned to nothingness as sleep claimed you, the Archon's gift granting peaceful darkness as the fantasy was forgotten alongside the rest of your dreams.

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Shadowgast Corporate/Office-Au Rec List!

Hello I'm back again with more disaster wizard (well and in this case working professional but more office-like setting) recommendations!

This list is a little bit more bawdy than normal (I love a good smut fic, but I also try to vary the ratings on these lists for those who may not share my enthusiasm).

If you want to see my other shadowgast rec lists- they are linked at the end of this post. ANYWAYS- let's get into it!

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1 As per my last email

As per my last email (11651 words) by LivThael (I don't think they are on Tumblr- if they do please comment so I can tag- but they have a twitter listed in the notes of the fic) Chapters: 11/11 Rating: Explicit Summary: Essek Thelyss is an asshole with a questionable taste in spreadsheets. Caleb Widogast has more important and certainly more interesting things to do than filing travel expense claims. A series of mails turns into a escalating meeting. Or: Please stop writing me emails, I genuinely hate you. - Explicit content only in chapter 10.

What I loved: Anyone who has worked in an office knows a passive aggressive email when they get one. Plus we have the added bonus of having to deal with accounting to get expenses covered- ugh, so good. The energy of these passive aggressive- yet flirty workplace emails between new hire Caleb and kind-of-an-asshole Essek in accounting is *chefs kiss*. The build up to their meeting was written so well! I also really love the way the fic is formatted- the email style gives it an immersive feel.

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2 Paradigm Shift

Paradigm Shift (114,291 words) by full_time_dreamer_behold (I don't know their tumblr, please totally feel free to tag if they have one- i'll add it). Chapters: 28/28 Rating: Teen and up Audiences Summary: Recently moved to Rosohna, Caleb accepts a job at a prestigious law firm, but the work turns out to be menial and dull. Thankfully, his life takes a turn when he makes new friends and starts taking a curious interest in the IT Manager- the handsome and intriguing Essek Thelyss. Could he be reason enough for Caleb to stay in this place? He certainly intends to find out.

A friends-to-idiots-to-lovers slow burn with a sweet ending.

What I loved: This was such a lovely slow burn. It covers hard topics in a corporate kind of setting including racism, nepotism, and power dynamics that really suck but it handled with care and well written. I also really love the disability representation here! This slow burn is so so good, I super recommend! Also bonus it's the length of a beefy novel!

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3 the golden thread around your neck whispered visions of my undoing

the golden thread around your neck whispered visions of my undoing (172812 words) by MarsBar2019 (If you know Mars' tumblr please comment and I will tag- I couldn' find it in the notes). Chapters: 38/? Rating: Explicit Summary: Caleb Widogast does not belong here. The world of sharp suits, board meetings, and billion dollar budgets is a far cry from Caleb’s preferred domain: the research lab. Where nobody cares about his faded T-shirts and raggedy jeans. But a year of industry experience will look good on his CV, and the hefty pay bump wouldn’t hurt either. How hard could a secretary gig be? What he finds behind the glittering edifice of Auriga, Wildemount’s leading name in arcane technology, is CEO Essek Thelyss, who maintains his domain with an acid tongue and an iron fist. It’s difficult not to find him intriguing, this handsome, guarded, brilliant man. It’s even more difficult not to want to please him. Caleb knows to keep it professional, though. Working late nights together at the office and lingering glances here and there don’t cross the boundaries of propriety. That is, until they do.

Or: the one where Essek Thelyss loses focus and has a consensual workplace relationship.

Updates weekly on Mondays.

E-rated chapters: Ch. 4, 9, 13, 14, 17, 18, 22-23, 26, 32, 38

Why I love it: Out of all the recs this one is the SPICIEST (and I love that). Head the warnings - there may be stuff that isn't for you, but if you, like me, enjoy a 6/5 spicy level fic- congrats this one will not disappoint. This story is in progress but updates weekly which is fantastic. We have big time and hot mess CEO Essek and his personal assistant disaster bisexual Caleb- of course it's an HR scandal waiting to happen, but also, Essek might come out a better person for it. I cannot recommend this enough, this fic is so so good. In addition to the smut, it's also just a really fantastic story.

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4 sleep, with benefits

sleep, with benefits (62272 words) by KmacKatie @kmackatie Chapters: 12/12 Rating: Explicit Summary: Caleb Widogast wakes up from the first good night of sleep in far too long. It takes him a moment to realise it's because he's not in his bed. Is it the better mattress (lump-free and like a cloud), or the fact he drunkenly slept with Essek Thelyss, the colleague he's been secretly crushing on for the last six months?

Why I loved it: Let me just start off by saying kmackatie is brilliant and everything shadowgast that katie writes makes my heart sing. In this fic Essek and Caleb are captured so well- they are both big idiots who act like scared cats around one another (even though they both want the same thing) but honestly- can there be any other dynamic? This hot mess of them not using their words eventually leads to the best of endings and you should all read it because it is so lovely.

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BONUS FIC: (high school teachers, less corporate feel, but not what I would throw on a professor or academia list so its a bonus for this one).

5 all this science i don't understand

all this science i don't understand (8858 words) by mllekurtz @mllekurtz Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Mature Summary: Caleb knew how he was with crushes, he was aware that historically they’ve brought him nothing but trouble, and vowed that he wasn’t going to develop one on his new colleague. This resolution lasted a remarkable twenty-four hours. * Small-town high school science teacher Caleb Widogast has his life more or less figured out, or so he thinks. Then an unexpected variable gets thrown into the equation in the form of the new addition to the teaching staff: the handsome and clever Essek Thelyss.

Why I loved it: This fic was so sweet. I have a soft spot for fics that play with chronology in their story telling and this one does a bit of that. It is a shorter read but honestly that works really well for this love story. Caleb of course falls hard and fast and Essek does not mind at all. Some angst, but they are written so well and so soft, Brilliant <;3

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My Other Shadowgast Rec lists:

Shadowgast fics that made me ugly cry

Shadowgast Space Opera-AU list

Shadowgast Bakery/Coffee/Tea Shop-AUs

As usual I devour all fics shadowgast so if there is a rec list you want to read that is tried and true- dm me or leave a comment. I always prefer to use my librarian degree for chaotic neutral purposes so hmu.

[I am totally thinking about doing a Professor/Researcher OR College-AU OR Time is a Weird Soup list next but we shall see!]

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

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1. Excuse me, but could anyone tell which Wangxian fic has Wei Wuxian as someone who works as a cursebreaker in a modern setting and meets Lan Wangji when his laptop got cursed? I really want to reread it again, please? @kaitou-cure-prism12

FOUND! Crossed Wires by stardust_and_sunlight (T, 20k, wangxian, modern cultivation, college/university au, meet-cute)

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2. I'm hoping you can help me re-find a fic I read a while back. It was a WIP at the time, a modern AU, and it started with JZX calling in a favor from LWJ to help him find a good present for JZX's fiance's brother (WWX). LWJ researches WWX online and gets intrigued and also recommends that JZX give WWX a dizi. Thanks! @marbleglove

FOUND! The Trials of Purchasing Gifts for a Gremlin by MavisMelisande (T, 3k, XuanLi, WangXian, Modern AU, LWJ Has Friends, Social Media, Christmas Presents, POV LWJ, POV JZX)

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3. hello, thank you for all your hard work! I was on twitter following this thread a few months ago then forgot and now twitter is glitchy but i rmb the author said she will poster on ao3! She has a small following then and it’s so hard to find it on ao3 might be incomplete I’m not sure but I really want to know how it ends cause it’s k wording me

- it’s about lan zhan writting to himself from a different universe? wei Ying dies or something in another universe and Lan zhan is trying it to prevent again

- high school setting

- no it’s not the space one!!

thanks in advance guys, you all the backbone of the fandom 💛 @meedorin

FOUND? 至少还有你 | in another life by nagiusagi (T, 16k, wangxian, modern, high school au, LWJ pov, heavy angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, pain, hurt WWX, student WWX, student LWJ, letters from past, implied/referenced child abuse, character death (JYL), grief, misunderstandings, teenage wangxian, WWX’s hair ribbon, forehead ribbon exhange, pianist LWJ, parallel universes)

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4. Hey I am looking for two fics !

I have searched many tags but i cannot find them

A) this is set in post canon where lwj and wwx visit a village for nighthunt I think but they find lwj's mother's family ? It was a oneshot ig

B) This is a modern au fic again a oneshot ig? The only thing i remember is that lwj was a fashion icon here and very sassy . Oblivious Wwx as usual ! i think wwx implied lwj like mianmian and later lwj talks to his brother and says " brother do i not look gay enough?" .I do not remember anything else . Also it had good friendship dynamics with almost everyone.No angst but again i can be remembering wrong . Also !!!!! Lwj wore heels ( it wasn't a genderbend fic )

4A)

FOUND? Gentian Seeds by yuyu_finale (T, 9k, WangXian, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death, at first, Post-Canon, later on, Mentioned Madam Lán, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Found Family, but literally, some elements of character study, Soft WangXian) LWJ discovers his mother's hometown

FOUND? The Same Cloth by x_los (T, 8k, WangXian, Established Relationship, Case Fic, Aftermath of a Case, Family Feels, Family Drama, Family Bonding, Family Secrets, Clothing Porn, Worldbuilding, Government, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Married Life, Character Study, Post-Canon)

4B)

FOUND? Turn the Other Cheek by Minyoongiisacatuwu (E, 19k, WangXian, Unreliable Narrator, Modern, Oblivious WWX, Panties, LWJ flirting very hard, Rabbits, Rimming, Mutual Pining, LWJ is a top in a Thong, LWJ in heels, Fashionista LWJ, Friends to Lovers, Aftercare, Porn with Feelings, College/University)

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5. Hello, I'm looking for a fic where WWX thinks he has a miscarriage in the burial mounds and then ends up giving birth at the end of the war.

FOUND? Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray) (E, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, unplanned pregnancy, mpreg, gore, sunshot campaign, assumed miscarriage, medical procedures, childbirth, golden core reveal)

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6. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where wwx is a single parent to lwj's child. They knew each other in school and were friends, but wwx disappeared after yzy kicked him out. Wwx has been sending letters to lwj to tell him about their child but lwj never saw any of the letters. The meet again after some years and lwj gets to know his child and it turns out that it was lxc who intercepted all the mail and destroyed it before it could get to lwj. I think lxc was angry that wwx was stringing along his brother and disappeared without a word, but didn't realize that wwx had snuck into the house to see lwj one last time. Thanks!

FOUND? Nothing but your heart by airinshaw (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Implied Mpreg, First Time, Getting Together, Angst and Drama, Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Whump, Breeding Kink)

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7. I was wondering if you can help me find a fic. It was so long ago I'm ngl. I remember it was stormy and the cultivators had to seek shelter or they saved someone. In return that someone a 'fortune teller' could show the future. I remember I think Qiren was wary. She showed the future to the previous generation like cangse sanren and lan qiren. I think she also showed the future to Wei wuxian generation. It might have been in Portuguese or spanish maybe. It could have been in english. @whitewoodwalker

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8. Hi, I'm looking for a certain fic where Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli send Wei Wuxian to Gusu after the end of the Sunshot Campaign because they're worried about him. WWX really doesn't want to go and I think they end up drugging him?? He is in a really bad headspace for part of the fic. @noxgold​

SIMILAR Swordless by WithBroomBefore (G, 32k, WangXian, Established Relationship, Canon Divergence, WWX goes to Gusu, Golden Core Reveal, Trans Character, AFAB LWJ, philos) and "Rescue" by the same author also has some similaritis

FOUND? but I think you're looking for if i had the strength by agloeian (M, 16k, wangxian, post-sunshot, hurt/comfort, getting together, fix-it, tgcf style gods, mental health issues, recovery, accidental baby acquisation)

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9. Hi could you pls help me find a fanfic I read about wangxian in which Wei Ying was stoic and lan Wangji was shameless I thing Wei Ying grew up in Gusu in that fanfic it was basically a personality switch au

I this one was a deleted fic but I can't remember the name rn 😓

FOUND? Uno Reverse by A_flower_in_the_snow (M, 62k, wangxian, lan WWX, OOC, role reversal, not JC friendly, not Jiang friendly, time travel fix-it, WIP) Deleted but can still be found in wayback machine. The author goes by xinXiniieboo currently afaik.

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10. Plz help me i'm looking for a fanfiction And all I remember is a time travel on another fanfiction named the rise of the divine oracle 😭😭it was like after they dead they were sent to the past to try and change there future with madam yu being to be nice to see ying

well rise of divine oracle was by Blak_Salt and is on ffnet and ao3 but is post canon not time travel (tho an excellent fic). I wonder, is ur time travel fic the one where post canon everyone dies so wwx tries to send himself back in time but it messes up and goes too far - prior gusu lectures, and it makes him sickly and he doesn't actually consciously remember the future. Instead events trigger memories from the future that he (& everyone else) thinks r visions. Madam yu becomes nice.

This probably fits here too:

whateverweilanlovechild: #12 haha i believe you are looking for the fic I wrote. I'm sorry to inform that it's discontinued and only 2 chapters are there as of now

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11. Hello mods!! I've been looking for a very specific fic for a while now but I can't find it with the usual tags. It's wangxian, post canon and mpreg, where LSZ, studying the gold cores, tries to help WWX form a new one by dual cultivatition (with LWJ) but instead accidentally gets him pregnant. I hope you can help me and thanks in advance! @jenaerith

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12. Plz help me 🆘  im looking for a time travel fanfiction was about the wy an lz who time traveled to the past from the original fanfiction named "the rise of the divine Oracle” @bunnychwan​

whateverweilanlovechild: #12 haha i believe you are looking for the fic I wrote. I'm sorry to inform that it's discontinued and only 2 chapters are there as of now

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13. Hello, (this is not a WangXian fic but a Xichen fic) I Think it was set in modern world. It was some kind of party and the OC's was an adopted foreigner who is a designer for clothes. Xichen then invited her to like some kind of stargazing that night that's all I remember about the first chapters but like in the middle of the plot(?) He found out that OC needed him that's why she accepted his proposal

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Hi, I just want to find a fic it's about a Xichen x OC set in Modern world (I think) Oc was an adopted rich heiress or something but she is a designer(?) They met a party and Xichen asked if they could go on stargazing(?) Then Fast forward to the middle of the story, Xichen and Oc are in a relationship then Xichen found out that OC needed him to marry her inorder for her to adopt the kid she was set to adopting.

FOUND? His Mistress, His Wife by PhoenixLumen (E, 26k, LXC/OFC, wangxian, check all the tags from the work before reading, smut, porn w feelings, porn w plot, modern, attempt at humor, BDSM, bondage, bottom LXC, submissive LXC, brotherly bonding, businessmen, safe sane and consensual, implied/referenced child abuse & neglect, multiple pov, strong female character, marriage proposal)

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14. This is a bit of an obscure one but I'm trying to find a fic: I don't remember if it was time travel or something else but something happened that led to Lan Zhan having to immobilize Wei Ying like Wen Qing did to him after Qiongqi Path, despite Wei Ying telling him he wouldn't survive it if it happened to him (again?) and then when they meet again they have to deal with the fact that Lan Zhan did it anyway. I can't remember the context so hopefully someone recognizes it anyway @vulpestars

FOUND? If You Forget Me by DivideTheSorrow (Not Rated, 189k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, YZY/JFM, WIP, Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Relationship(s), Canon Divergence, Eventual Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Alternating, Original Character(s), Angst)

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15. Hello, I'm looking for a fic if you have the time.

It's during the yiling patriarch era, not sure if it was during the war, it feels like it but the burial mounds and the wens are involved so I'm not sure. Wwx basically gets an Infection and is forced to amputate his leg. The wens do the amputating in (not sure) the burial mounds. Another Wen creates a wooden prosthetic leg for him.

Later, I think it was on the battlefield which is why the exact timelime is confusing me, wwx gets shot with an arrow in his prosthetic. Jin zixuan is there, gets worried and wwx is forced to reveal that he lost a leg. Or it could've been just a foot idk.

Thank you and goodbye.

FOUND? we’re starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Golden Core Reveal, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Starvation, emaciation, Cannibalism, Self-Harm, Amputation, Suicidal Thoughts, Sunshot Campaign, let JZX and WWX be friends club)  

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16. Hi, mods! Pls, Im looking for a fic (Modern AU) in which WWX (still alive) left LWJ (for now reason) & he goes mad, desperatedly looking for him in different men who look like WWX, but ends up killing 'em all during sex (it's BDSM, kinda gore, dark/obsessive LZ), until he meets real WY in a pub w/o knowing it's him (he introduces himself as Moxuanyu, but doesnt have Mo's appearance) & both end up together, sharing the same kink. LXichen, WQin & WN show up briefly, only 'cleaning' LWJ mess. TYSM @einherjermineord

FOUND? Dead Ringer by Regency_Bunny (E, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Dark LWJ, Dark WWX, Dark WangXian, Dark LXC, Murder, Sadism, Masochism, no kink shaming in this household (this is not your average healthy bdsm this is actual murder), Identity Porn, Doppelganger, Obsession, somnambulism, Minor Character Death, Mention of torture, Choking, Lan typical unhealthy relationships, identity theft, reference to suicide, Drunk LWJ, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Knifeplay, LWJ Swears, Happy ending (for some), Mildly Dubious Consent, Mention of illegal domestic imprisonment (not WangXian), Future murder husbands in the making) i just finished reading it and the description is on point <3

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17. Hello!! I was looking for a certain fic where Wei Ying turns into a child by accident and the juniors take care of him.I can't find it anywhere :( I hope you could help me with it!! But if you couldn't find it then a fic with similiar content can help too 😚 @for13years-i-play-inquiry-foryou

FOUND? most likely grow by cafecliche (T, 14k, WangXian, Age Regression/De-Aging, Character Study, Post-Canon) Easily the most famous of the fics with that description.

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18. Hii <3 I'm looking for this fic where wrh kidnaps wwx and is all nice to him because wwx is some kind of phoenix and well he shows wwx that the Jiangs are being killed and well wwx goes crazy and actually turns into a phoenix and the ans take wwx and imprison him because they know he is dangerous as the phoenix is wwx but not quite. @thatperson0-0

FOUND? Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake (M, 110k, wangxian, angst, fluff, captivity, creepy WRH, no non-con, dreamsharing, politics, people making the best decisions they can, epic length, mythical creature WWX, canon-typical violence, dark, happy ending)

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19. Hii I'm looking for this fic where wei ying and lan zhan form some kind of bond that makes them read each other's minds and feel how the other feels and in the end they try to sacrifice themselves to some kind of fight but instead they end up forming the same bond with meng yao, nie huaisang, jiang cheng and wen ning

FOUND? We Can See a New Start by  preciousbunnynoiz (M, 127k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, soulmates, angst w/ happy ending, PTSD, hurt/comfort, communication, check all the tags) 

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20. For FF, I can't recall if it was time travel or not, but the scene I recall: CR arc, WWX refusing to copy his punishment texts in the library. He confessed to LWJ that he wasn't planning to complete the copying because the punishment was unfair. He said something like: it takes more than 1 to cheat (I think it was the cheating bit) but I'm the only one being punished. And that opened LWJ's eyes for the punching JZX scene. Can't remember where it went after but I really want to read LWJ's realization again. @mreisse

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[dhr-ao3]

Whiskers and Wands

Whiskers and Wands https://ift.tt/wWBU9Ix by birdiesnest Five years after the war, Hermione finds herself drifting from the rest of the Golden Trio and unhappy in her life. An accident that destroys her wand leaves her unable to find a suitable match, leaving her feeling like less of a witch than before she received her Hogwarts letter. She decides to apply to a research position in America specializing on advancing Wandlore in hopes of finding a new fit for herself, as well as getting away from the unwanted fame she still deals with to this day. Out of her element she finds herself in a world as different from her old life as she could have imagined- but her past comes back to haunt her when she finds out that Draco Malfoy works at the research center as security detail. Words: 5629, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Original Characters Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Hermione Goes To America, Researcher Hermione Granger, Ex-Auror Draco Malfoy, Wandlore (Harry Potter), Other Additional Tags to Be Added via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/OzuL1xA November 11, 2024 at 04:01AM

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The golden, misty, mysterious magick of autumn stirs colors in the soul of the Art Witch

Let's explore a bushel of ways to bring your creative magick out to play this season with 13 Autumn Inspired Grimoire Prompts!

1) Record an autumn color collection. Create a page cataloguing the autumnal colors you notice in your environment to heighten your magickal vision and drink in the seasonal beauty

2) Dab cobs of corn with paint or ink. Roll the corn cob onto the page for harvest inspired textured backgrounds or papers for later use.

3) Create a page dedicated to all of the beautiful poetic names for the autumn moons: Harvest Moon, Singing Moon, Wine Moon, Sturgeon Moon. Make up a name for a full moon inspired by your own environment.

4) Write a list of all the teachers you are grateful for: spiritual, craft, vocation, ancestral, animal, digital and academic teachers.

5) Trees are the star of autumn. Dedicate a page to honoring Dryads! Leave your book in a tree overnight for tree blessings and green magick inspiration.

6) Experiment painting with fruit juices to invoke bountiful harvest energy. Try pomegranate, cranberry, berries and wine

7) Use acrylic paint, paint pens or metallic paint to decorate dry leaves with patterns, words of power and symbols for all the blessings of the season.

8) Make a cornucopia shaped pocket. The cornucopia is a powerful symbol nourishment and spiritual abundance. Tuck drawings, magazine cuttings, words or symbols inside the cornucopia pocket to invite abundance and gratitude.

9) Write an affirmation to help you navigate change gracefully.

10) Use boxing tape to create specimen tags of autumn herbs, flowers and leaves. Sprinkle or place your dry botanical specimen on the sticky side of the clear tape. Seal with a second piece of tape and burnish out the air bubbles until the tape is flat. (These make fabulous mini spell book marks!)

11) Compose a letter to Themis, the goddess of Balance, Justice and Equality. (Her feast day is September 28th.) Ask her to imbue you with Reason, Fairness, Truth and Justice

12) Mushrooms galore! Celebrate mushroom magick in your book: Draw mushrooms from life, write a recipe using mushrooms, learn the names of mushrooms in your area or research mushroom myths and lore.

13) Create a dark mirror in your book. Paint one side of a piece of clear plastic packaging or page protector with black paint. Adhere the plastic to your grimoire page *shiny side out*, painted side in. (This gives you a reflective surface.) Draw or collage a frame for your dark mirror and scry away!

[yourpenpaldee]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ WIP NAME TAG

Thank you @pixies-love-envy (post) and @moltenwrites (post) for the tag!

RULES:

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

I figured I would use the WIPs I posted about a while back, so here goes!

WHEN ART TALKS

Main WIP. Working on a rough first draft.

BLIND SECOND CHANCES

The WIP I work on when I'm not writing for WAT. Also working on the rough first draft.

TO NEW BEGINNINGS

Brainstorming is complete. Very excited to start the draft when it's time!

UNTITLED ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

Still underdeveloped, but I've been watching The Walking Dead for research purposes. Starting season 3 today :)

UNTITLED TWISTED BONNIE AND CLYDE

Also underdeveloped, but it's slightly different from what I'm used to writing.

PAST LIFE LOVER

This is the oldest story idea on this list! I'm starting over from scratch since I've developed many new ideas for this WIP.

ANGEL AND KEN

Spin-off for PLL, which came to me two years after PLL's creation.

TAGGING (NO PRESSURE): @honeybewrites @mundanemoongirl @ominous-feychild @themboty @the-golden-comet + open tag ♡

[thehistoriangirl]

The Tides Have Veiled [Eight]

Viktor x Fem!Reader----Gothic AU/ Spooky Sea/---3.6K-----SFW**

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Synopsis:  Piltover the Old has an old lighthouse that looms over an abandoned port. From the house in the wailing cliff’s edge, the lighthouse owner watches that the beacon is being lighten up each time darkness arrives, so that monsters wouldn't dare to crawl inland, or so legends say. Both buildings are haunted, maybe even the man himself, by both past and present ghosts.

Surprisingly, the keeper’s work is beyond turning on the beacon every night— but the rest is on you to discover.

Chapter Summary: Strange things happen in the city for those who aren't used to its busy streets, so far afar from the sea. Though the water is never so far away to not reach out for you... and maybe not just you.

Tags: Strangers to Lovers | Slow Burn | Fake Marriage | Fluff and Angst | **Mentions and Symptoms of an Unspecified Ilness (TM) | **Mentions of Blood | **Mentions and Imaginery of Drowning | Teeny Tiny Bit Lil Pining | Nightmares|

Taglist: @bittercyder @lunar-monster @local-mr-frog

Eight: The Sea's Call [Pt. 2]

It was strange to see Viktor framed by the bright morning light of the city; hues of red shining through the locks of his hair poking around his ears, the freckles of brown embedded inside his amber eyes.

You couldn’t stop from feeling heat pooling in your stomach when you remembered that you had kissed him minutes ago, a tingling sensation where his lips had brushed yours.

Stop. Focus. You’re staring.

Oh no.

“Is something the matter?” Viktor said, observing you from the corner of his eye before looking away, the cobblestone of the park nearby was uneven under your heels, almost twisting your ankle when he caught your wandering eyes.

“Ah, no, no. Um… I’m just watching the sun.” Why couldn’t just be like him? Viktor looked unfazed by the new sensation of a ring around his finger.

He quirked an eyebrow, amusement inking his tone. “I suppose it’s a rare sight back home.” You nodded, feeling your words stolen from your mouth, any other lie you were about to concoct gone. “I was thinking…” he ventured. “If you’re interested to see my workplace?”

“You mean the Academy?”

“No. For now, I work as a researcher in the Natural Science Museum. It is still managed by the Academy, of course, but I don’t work as a teacher per se.”

 “A museum? Sounds interesting.” You paused, remembering the towers reaching the sky with its black needles, and multicolor glass windows from the main Academy building. “Is it pretty?”

Viktor turned to see you, a soft smile barely curving his lips. “I’ve seen prettier things,” he said, eyes twinkling. “But yes, I’d say it is.”

Hands started to fall from your hairstyle when you nodded, recognizing the trolley station at the opposite corner of the park, surrounded by tiny pine trees. “Let’s go,” you said, almost dragging him toward the car when you saw the small train-like vehicle doubling the avenue. “Before it left us!”

Viktor chuckled, your hand firm in his. “Patience, patience. You’re going to make me fall.”

“I’ll hold you,” you replied, quicker than your brain could analyze the words to tell you that maybe you shouldn’t have told them. “I mean, so you won’t fall.”

Wide golden eyes trained on you for a moment too long before parting from your face, the luminous white light hitting the trolley’s window showing Viktor’s cheeks covered in a faint pink due to the warm day ahead.

“Right,” Viktor muttered, squeezing your hand to guide you inside the trolley before letting go. “Of course.”

Black marble floor echoed with each one of your steps, and some light from the exhibits dimmed without the main chandeliers lit, suspended in the middle of the rooms. You had stopped to admire the building, a new marvel of architecture.

While the Academy was built taking a gothic cathedral in mind, the Natural Science Museum was made of an iron skeleton that could be visible in the arches holding the curved ceiling; gigantic panels of glass let you see the city below.

It made you remember the beacon’s room; and you couldn’t stop from imagining being a keeper here, looking at the city sleep, with only the streetlights as company on those moonless nights.

Here in the flicking landscape, where the past had to place to stay unless encased behind a glass vitrine, in the darkness of a storage room practically forgotten.

You stopped somewhere halfway into the main lobby, following the sign of one of the permanent exhibits toward a side room, the words: The Deepest Fears: Monsters and Legends of the Ocean, prickled your curiosity. Viktor's name shown on a corner of it alongside other researchers.

The exhibit was barely lightened by the tiny beacons framing each specimen and diagram, the first big panel showing an introductory banner with a collage of images, one in which you saw Piltover the Old’s lighthouse in a white-and-black photograph.

The Calling. So it had a name, then.

Stepping further inside, the animals mounted behind the glass looked amorphous, and for a moment you were back in Viktor's office, with the stale salty air, the humidity that seemed to cling into the wallpaper, wanting to seep and break into the surface.

Aquatic serpents bigger than your body, pools of formaldehyde filled with rests of giant squids, teeth of monstrous, giant sharks; your view swept all of them, stopping in one figure that looked almost human against the dimming room.

You felt a weird icking in the pit of your stomach, heavy and unavoidable. The space the specimen occupied was familiar somehow, was it… the once occupant of one of Viktor's entire walls on his basement office?

The siren?

Viktor touched the small of your back, and you opened your eyes, jumping away. “Eh, pardon me. I lost you for a moment,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s go. I’ll show you all the exhibits once the museum opens for the public.”

He pushed you gently in the opposite direction, still smelling the salty marine breeze in this closed space, so far away from the coast. It’s just my imagination, you repeated, like a plea, inside your head. I’m homesick.

Back to the lobby, Viktor walked you toward a simple wooden door that read Authorized personnel only, gesturing for you to go inside, a nude hallway welcoming you as he clicked the door closed behind you.

“The elevator is in the fourth door at the left,” Viktor told you, passing next to you to take the lead, his legs brushing your skirts in the narrow space. Much more so when you got inside the tiny metal cage next to him, your shoulders almost brushing.

“I apologize for not letting you see the whole exhibit,” he said as you felt a pull upward from your insides, the cage lifting with a muffled mechanical rattle. “Some security guards don’t like people visiting them unless the museum is open.” Viktor shrugged. “Sometimes, specimens get stolen from the storage rooms, so you can’t never be less careful.”

“You helped create that exhibit,” you chimed in, planning to say it more like a question, and less of an.. accusation of sorts.

Viktor tilted his head to the side. “… yes, I collaborate in the elaboration of all exhibits regarding marine specimens.” He observed you from the metallic reflection of the elevator’s doors. “Why?”

“I saw the lighthouse,” you muttered, feeling a bit stupid. Well, of course. The nearest settlement from the sea was Piltover the Old, and the city was called after said coastal town; it was only obvious they would have such archives of information about the beacon.

He turned to look at you, this time without the help of any reflections, expecting you to continue once your thoughts had been crafted.

“It’s named, ‘The Calling’,” you said. “Did you know it?”

“Yes, I did.”

You frowned slightly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Viktor tapped his cane on the floor, the elevator ringing the arrival at the fourth floor, gazing toward the hallway extending in front of you. "Nobody had called it like that since a long time ago."

He stepped out of the elevator, using his cane to stop the doors from closing as your frozen figure regained some senses, though you couldn't stop from asking, ignoring the still silence hung between you two:

"Do you know why is it called that way?"

Light flooded inside the hallway, big windows flanking both sides of the building with a wall separating left and right, filled with offices.

"No," he replied after a long pause in which you thought he wouldn't answer. "I suppose there has to be a chronic about it somewhere in the History Faculty of the Academy."

Some people were already there, mostly the cleaning services, so Viktor slipped his hand into yours, walking side by side toward his office, muttering good morning back to every person who greeted him first.

"I'll see if I can search for it one of these days."

His office was little and cluttered, twin shelves covering the side walls, the desk tucked in the middle, all covered in notes scattered everywhere, filled with scribbles in blue and black ink, books open with paper sheets as marks inside its pages.

Viktor took a pair of coffee mugs and what seemed to be tiny glass bottles that you had seen in the only pharmacy in Piltover the Old, his hands shoving them away, inside a drawer, though you could still see the rim stains of coffee in some of his research papers.

“What do you think?” he said, gesturing for you to sit in the only seat available: behind his desk.

“It looks like your office back home. Minus the light.” You pointed to the window, seeing buildings next to each other in a perpetual hug, streets moving fast and filled with tiny dots, like those of an anthill. "It's pretty," you commented afterward because you didn't know if he was looking for compliments for it.

You could imagine him, back bent while reading some document, writing away as all white light morphed into yellow and then orange before dissipating. How many nights he had spent here, accompanied by his desk lamp, a tiny beacon that may or may not make him remember the lighthouse? Make him remember you.

Don’t be stupid.

Your gaze localized the spines of all the books tucked into the shelves in whatever order let Viktor keep as many inside a row as possible, the titles varying from new white or gold lettering to worn-out voids of black where a name ought to be. His mandatory degrees are on the wall, encased like the specimens down in the exhibits.

“I didn’t know you had studied Literature," you said, pointing to a bachelor's degree next to a specialty in Folk Literature.

“Oh? May I ask why that is?”

You shrugged. “You’re a scientist, aren’t you? Don’t you think Folk Literature is everything people tell you not to do while in science?” You said, remembering your mom’s old books about scientific studies.

Viktor sat on the edge of the desk. “I believe there are some things that aren’t meant to be studied scientifically.” He paused. “Like art.”

“Do you make art, Viktor?” You wanted to see if there was something of his creation in the house, like a forgotten poem or a tale, a watercolor, even.

He shook his head. “Not anymore.” He chuckled. “Though I particularly like to hear people sing.” Reclined on his right hand, he turned to observe you. “Do you sing, by any chance?”

A nervous giggle bubbled out your lips. “Maybe I do, though not that well.”

“Perhaps I could hear you someday,” Viktor commented, and you laughed, not knowing if it was meant to be a joke or not. And too embarrassed to ask.

“Viktor, are you okay?” you said, leaning closer to him so he could hear you among the voice of the filled restaurant, a cool breeze moving the locks of your hair you had decided to set free after visiting the museum.

You were almost finishing your food, while he barely had eaten his now cold spinach cream, playing with the cherry tomatoes on his chicken salad.

He smiled. “Why, yes. Of course. I’m just… not hungry.”

Frowning you looked at him unabashedly; the dark eyebags, hollow cheeks, and paleness of his skin.

“You haven’t eaten anything since we left the town, Viktor.” Settling your napkin aside, you were about to stand up. “Let’s go find a doctor.”

Viktor looked at his plate, lips pursed in a pout. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He sighed. “It always happens to me when I’m in the city. Must be something about the air pollution. I have some medicine in the apartment.”

“Then let’s go!” you said, not caring about the nearby customers looking at you with frowns. “You’ll get sick if you don’t eat soon.” Despite his obvious sickly state, Viktor chuckled. “What’s so funny?” you grumbled, looking for a nearby waiter to ask for the check, and to give you Viktor’s unfinished food as takeout.

“Nothing.” He stood up once everything was settled, his body wobbling more than it was normal. “Huh.”

“Careful.” You rushed to his side, taking him by the arm to stop him from toppling over. “What are you feeling?”

“Just… dizziness,” he mumbled, looking where your hand had taken his arm in a gentle grasp; cheeks tinted red.

You put your free hand on his forehead, golden eyes widened at the gesture. “You’re hot. I think you may have a fever.”

“I’m fine,” Viktor said, stepping away from your touch. “But if it will make you feel calmer, let’s go.”

He wasn’t, but you couldn’t deny how of a good actor he was, his jaw tense to keep the pain inside, steps still firm and continuous, though Viktor leaned too much on his cane. A whole act that only practice could make convincing.

Drowning his objections, you put him in bed, helping take his shoes off as he grumbled that you were exaggerating; though by this point he had become the color of the bedsheets.

You patted a cold cloth on his forehead, dabbing away the beads of cold sweat his shivers produced. Eyelids fluttering close and open, a hazy golden gaze trying to focus on your face leaning closer to his, brows knitted in focus.

“Viktor,” you said. “Viktor, tell me where you keep the medicine.”

He groaned. “I… I promise that it has never been this bad before,” he mumbled, more for himself than for you.

“Viktor, that isn’t important now…”

“I wonder…” Viktor blinked his eyes open, observing your face, from your eyes to your lips, and then back up again before closing them. “They’re… in the kitchen. The cupboard with the tea. It’s labeled.”

You blinked, confusion making your brain work slower, or perhaps it was due to the strange flutter in your stomach. Very childish of you. “Huh,” you said. “I’ll be back right away. Please, do not move.”

You stood up from the edge of the mattress, feeling his hand brushing yours. “Viktor?”

He sighed, his eyes closed so you couldn’t read into them. “It’s… nothing. Thank you.”

You had to climb into a chair to reach the top shelf of the cupboard, with dry leaves labeled inside white ceramic jars until you found the one you were looking for, making him a salvia tea and retrieving some meds from the bottom of the cupboard, a bottle of aspirins with barely a couple of them inside.

You carry it all back to the bedroom on a wooden tray, finding a void in the dipped mattress in which Viktor was supposed to be.

“Viktor?” You say, settling everything on the nightstand, hands pushing aside papers and pens. Then, a cough echoed from the bathroom, the door ajar instead of fully closed, letting you see a line of light filtering from under the entrance. Frozen, with sudden terror, your body took more time than normal to react.

The bathroom door was cold under your rigid fingers, heart climbing to your throat. Inside, the light hit the white mosaics, blinding you until Viktor’s figure materialized in front of you, crouched in front of the lavatory, some of its surface stained with a rosy mix of water and blood.

“Oh my god, Viktor!” You said, collapsing to his side, not really knowing what to do. You could smell the salty taste of blood clinging into the air.

Despite his body jerking with every cough, he had enough force to push you away.

“Viktor…”

“No, don’t come any closer,” he uttered, his coldness piercing like a dagger through your heart. With the back of his hand, he swiped the bold away, though there was still a pink trace of diluted blood in the corner of his mouth. His eyes shone against the lamp, and you couldn’t pinpoint if the unnatural glow was because of the artificial bulb or because his eyes were brimming with tears. “I want… I want to be alone. I’m going to take a bath.”

“Then let me—”

“I appreciate your help, but…” He curled into himself, pushing his hair away from his brow. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

You bit a reply, sinking your teeth into your lips. But what to say? You didn’t have any right to chime into his life, and he had chosen not to accept your help, so there was nothing you could do. Being his fake wife didn't mean he was going to open up to you overnight—if at all. Backtracking your steps, you let the bathroom door open, only to hear it slam close once you were in the hallway, pushed by Viktor's cane.

"I left your meds on the nightstand," your voice echoed, dull against the wooden door. At least he couldn't hear the hurt bleeding from your tone with the wooden surface between you.

He didn't answer, and if he did, your ears were incapable of taking in any sound. Until hours later into the night, with the silence clinging into the witching hours, the apartment lit with the orange glow of the lamp in the living room, barely casting any hues into the hallway you had curled against. Hoping to hear anything from inside the bathroom besides some cough that echoed through your bones as if it had been your chest that was ripping.

The floor was cold and hard, muscles aching every time you moved your legs and back into another position. Viktor didn't wish for your company, or your help today. But maybe he could change his mind, maybe something would happen that would push him into calling you; and what if you were gone by now? Asleep on the couch? You knew he wouldn't dare to wake you up.

You couldn’t with the idea of something happening to him and not noticing.

Shadows crept all around you, the whole apartment growing like a monster, with its eyes set on you, the corners too pronounced, the perfect lair of a predator.

Between the sudden coughs, you heard the familiar splash of water; a wave arriving to shore. The gnawing cold followed; clinging to your feet, legs, hands. It was too dark to see them clearly, but you felt the water clinging to your body, the ever-growing wave escaping from beneath the bathroom door.

Jumping to stand up, you pounded on the door, but it just wouldn't bulge. Your hands were blue from the freezing water, and if that was how your hands looked, you didn't want to imagine how Viktor would be, lying against the cold tile.

Viktor! You wanted to scream, but when you opened your mouth, only water poured outside, one growing from inside your lungs, burning on its way out your throat, salty and heavy like hopeless tears.

Please… you thought, hands scratching the wall to plead for air, but all you could sense was water. The water coming from the bathroom, the one coming from your body; bubbles and foam as if you were in the sea.

A water grave, just like your mother’s.

Did she… feel this way? A burning sensation on the chest, as if lava were inside your nose and throat, setting ablaze the fear and dread of death to let the water take over, leaving only a carcass behind.

You collapsed on your knees, rolling to the side; the water rippling with your hit, surrounding you like an invincible enemy. You couldn't even cry, for your tears were mixed with water.

The scream of the cliff calling you, muffled at first, the light of the living room now gone.

Everything was water. Including you.

That nightmare all over again, with the moonlight barely illuminating the surface of the water as you peeked at the woman jumping off the cliff. You swam closer, as you usually did in this dream, ignoring the voice nagging ominously at you about your mistake. But it was too late. You didn’t stop swimming.

While arriving at the spot where the woman would've fallen, you heard it.

A scream of your name.

Gasping, you inhaled so much air your lungs hurt. Golden eyes were looking at you, eyebrows knitted in worry.

Viktor called your name again. “Are you alright? Why aren’t you sleeping in the bed?”

“Vik… Viktor!” you croaked, taking his cold hands in yours. Taking in the way the lamp in the living room carved his face like that of a statue; intelligible and beautiful. Atemporal. “How are you feeling?”

He waved your question away. ��That isn’t important right now. Did you fall? I heard a thump noise outside and came to investigate. What are you doing in the hallway?”

“I’m… fi—” you gasped for air, a dry whistle coming from your throat when you inhaled.

You touched your chest, leaning against the wall. No, no, no… was this another dream? Was this real?

Viktor called your name, taking you by your shoulders. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he said, his eyes widening in horror. "Miss, please breathe. You're getting blue. Do it slowly and superficially at first. Just… just see me. We’ll do it together.”

You tried, but something had clung to your chest, a pressure that only grew while looking at Viktor trying to guide your breathing. It blocked your throat, the bigger lump you've felt, and for a moment you wondered if it wasn't an act of revenge from your body, making you accountable for all the times you sealed your tears, now all of them flooding into your makeshift dam, cracking it.

Tears pooled in your eyes, a last plea of agony before you felt the wave coming from inside of you break into your lips.

Collapsing on your knees, you threw up salt water, leaving only a faint trace of pink blood diluted into it.

[wrestler-smash-or-pass]

Weekly Wrapup 1/28/24

This Week's Rankings:

Hiroshi Tanahashi - 87.7% smash

Jamie Hayter - 82.8% smash

Shotzi Blackheart - 77.6% smash

Ruby Soho - 69.8% smash

Kip Sabian - 67.3% smash

Mark Davis - 57.5% smash

Shingo Takagi - 57.1% smash

Clark Connors - 54.8% smash

Austin Gunn - 51.7% smash

Nikkita Lyons - 48.2% smash

Frankie Kazarian - 42.2% smash

Shelton Benjamin - 42.2% smash

The Miz - 35.4% smash

Juice Robinson - 31.5% smash

More stats under the cut, along with my observations, commentary, and some of my favorite tags...

Most total votes this week (most enthusiasm)

Hiroshi Tanahashi - 373 votes

Austin Gunn - 325 votes

Mark Davis - 322 votes

The Miz - 294 votes

Kip Sabian - 278 votes

And least total votes this week (least enthusiasm)

Shelton Benjamin - 180 votes

Shingo Takagi - 205 votes

Frankie Kazarian - 211 votes

Nikkita Lyons - 220 votes

Ruby Soho and Jamie Hayter - 232 votes

The closest poll was Austin Gunn, who won 168-157

Top Ten Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Athena - 90.2% smash

Hikaru Shida - 89.7% smash

Minoru Suzuki (Young Variant) - 88.7% smash

Swerve Strickland - 88.3% smash

Hiroshi Tanahashi - 87.7% smash

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Bianca Belair - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Jon Moxley (AEW Era) - 84.8% smash

Bottom Ten Overall

Vince McMahon - 3.9% smash

Kane (Corporate variant) - 10.1% smash

Miracle Violence Connection - 11.8% smash

Triple H (Terra Ryzing variant) - 18.6% smash

Charlie Dempsey - 22.1% smash

The Boogeyman - 22.6% smash

Brock Lesnar - 23.2% smash

Marty Scurll - 23.8% smash

Ranjin Singh - 24.7% smash

Ink Inc. - 25.0% smash

Top Women Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Athena - 90.2% smash

Hikaru Shida - 89.7% smash

Bianca Belair - 86.4% smash

Rhea Ripley - 84.2% smash

Bottom Women Overall

Carmella - 47.8% smash

Nikkita Lyons - 48.2% smash

Julia Hart (Cheerleader Variant) - 49.8% smash

Sherri Martel - 63.1% smash

Aubrey Edwards - 66.1% smash

Top Men Overall

Minoru Suzuki (Young Variant) - 88.7% smash

Swerve Strickland - 88.3% smash

Hiroshi Tanahashi - 87.7% smash

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Top Tag Teams

The Golden Lovers - 80.4% smash

Best Friends - 66.7% smash

Motor City Machine Guns - 65.5% smash

Young Bucks - 43.8% smash

Ink Inc. - 25% smash

Average Smash Rating

Week 1: 52.7% Week 2: 57.7% Week 3: 54.4% Week 4: 62.9% Week 5: 58.4% Week 6: 55.9% Week 7: 59.6% Week 8: 56.7% Week 9: 53.3% Week 10: 57.6%

First things first: I had a poll queued for Ashley Massaro, and it was posted today. I apologize to everyone who felt it was disrespectful to her memory. Thank you to the people who let me know what happened to her during her time at WWE so I could delete the poll and avoid causing further distress. I can't promise tasteless stuff like this won't happen in the future (I am human and make mistakes), but I do promise to better research on wrestlers who get polls. In general, the policy of "any human adult" isn't going to change, but I will try to avoid poorly timed polls, and I will apply content warning tags to some wrestlers when appropriate.

Onto some happier news: Austin has been voted the more smashable Gunn brother, 51.7% to Colten's 42.9%. Also, we now have polls for all of Bullet Club Gold! Their rankings are:

Jay White - 65.4% smash

Austin Gunn - 51.7% smash

Colten Gunn - 42.9% smash

Juice Robinson - 31.5% smash

Hiroshi Tanahashi became the No. 3 ranked man and received the 10th most votes in the overall rankings, while Jamie Hayter just missed knocking Rhea Ripley off the women's rankings.

The average poll gets 259 votes. For polls that get 300 or more votes, the average smash rating is 71% (leaving out one major outlier), so it is so fucking funny to me when someone gets tons of votes only to get somewhere around 50% for their result. It happened to Mark Davis and Austin Gunn this week. Just...the extreme lust and extreme disgust is hilarious.

And now for some of my favorite tags and comments

@arthausen on Juice Robinson: #pass. that’s Toni’s purse dog and I respect Toni too much to be a homewrecker#also he looks like animal from the muppets I don’t think I could finish bc I’d be too busy thinking about animal from the muppets

@howlinghunters on Juice Robinson: #I want to smash him and make him scream like the old Honeycomb mascot but at the same time I want to smash him over the head with a bat

@booboo-eyedbambi on Mark Davis: #kyle u ran off with don callis so im fucking your wife

@regalityandcoffee on Frankie Kazarian: #smash. ill deal with the consequences and existenal crisis afterwards

@beefyandbloody on Hiroshi Tanahashi: #i want him to be my housewife who handomely burns the eggs and plays air guitar on the fluffy duster

@theringleader on Austin Gunn: #this dweebus can NOT get it bc this is a Stacey's mom situation for me

[justabigoldnerd]

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get know better and/or catch up with!

Thank you so much @the-golden-comet for the tag!!! Fun fact regarding your last song, on Saturday, I drunkenly screamed along to "Before He Cheats" on the way home (was NOT driving, can't even drive lol) and it was fucking TRASCIENDENT 😆🤩🤩🤩 Anyway, here are my answers!

Favorite color: Greens and Browns 💚🤎🌿🍂

Last Song: "Pantsuit Sasquatch" by Mollylele (it's about a sasquatch that ran for office and lost and now is being bothered by people for it lol it is SO GOOD)

Currently Reading: "The Year 1000" by Robert Lacey and Danny Danziger for research for "I Am Your Lover (I Am Your Jailor)"

Currently Watching: Just finished the show "From" (Jade is my poor little meow meow, my sopping wet feral kitten, the biggest asshole and I love him), about to start watching "Avatar: The Last Airbender"!

Currently Craving: a piñacolada, virgin or not lol, or a coke slushie 🤤

Coffee or Tea: At home, coffee with extremely specific ratios. Unless I have homegrown mint, then it's peppermint tea. But if I'm out somewhere? Those cheap gas station cappuccinos with three packets of sugar and two single-serving hazelnut creamers. That is the nectar of the gods.

No pressure tagging @huggiebird @pippinoftheshire @yallwildinrn @too-young-to-fall-in-love @times-up-alone-tonight

@heytheredeann @cha-melodius @nicijones @astermeri and anyone else who wants to join!!