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tragicallywicked · 1 year ago

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shadows of deception

by tragicallywicked

Summary:

In the unforgiving world of espionage, Lorraine Broughton finds herself entangled in a web of emotional conflict. As a dedicated MI6 agent, she grapples with the demands of her duty, striving to maintain her cover and fulfill her mission in Cold War Berlin. Yet, her heart yearns for the warmth she has found in the arms of Delphine Lasalle, a French operative. In the delicate balance between loyalty and desire, Lorraine is torn between protecting Delphine and safeguarding the secrets that could jeopardize their relationship.

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Here's a drabble of them, because apparently they can't ever leave my brain. Hope you enjoy!

The Berlin nights were cold, and the city itself seemed to hold secrets in every shadow. Lorraine Broughton, an MI6 agent, navigated the streets with a practiced grace, her eyes scanning for any sign of danger. She knew the risks when she had a mission to complete, but tonight had nothing to do with the mission.

Amongst the tension and relentless intrigue that defined their lives, Lorraine Broughton sought solace in the tender embrace of Delphine Lasalle, a French operative whose very presence radiated a warmth that could melt the frostiest of hearts (Lorraine's included). In the shelter of their connection, a profound sense of solace took root, as if their souls had found a refuge from the storm. It was a flame that burned with an intensity that defied the frigid surroundings, a magnetic force drawing them closer with each passing moment.

Lorraine never found herself to be an addict of anything. She enjoyed her Stoli on ice quite regularly, but her line work asked for something strong to numb the pain (both mental and physical). But she had no other vices. Yet, Delphine was proving to defy that understanding Lorraine had about herself. Four nights in a row on a mission was against any and all rules Lorraine (or any special agent) had about involvements during missions—even when they were purely about the mission (which wasn't the case in point anymore).

To make matters worst, tonight was the fifth night.

She couldn't resist when Delphine telephoned her at the hotel. They arranged to meet a club nearby, loud and crowded like the first time, where they sipped on vodka and leaned on each other's ears to be heard. Lorraine's lips always teasing Delphine's earlobe, and Delphine's breath taunting the hairs on Lorraine's neck. Their connection crackled with electricity, an intricate dance of passion and vulnerability that wove an enchanting tapestry around them. In Delphine's eyes, Lorraine glimpsed a depth of understanding that transcended words. They spoke a language reserved only for them, a symphony of unspoken desires and unyielding devotion.

Within the haven of their shared moments, Lorraine and Delphine discovered an escape from the harsh reality that enveloped them. Even as they crawled in each other's arms at yet another club bathroom. With Delphine pressing Lorraine against the wall this time, even though it was the blonde's fingers tugged inside the french's clothes to drive her wild. In each other's arms, they sought respite from the treacherous world of espionage, where trust was a scarce commodity and danger lurked at every corner. There, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, they found a sanctuary—an oasis of silent promises and breathy moans that nurtured their broken spirits and replenished their strength.

Dephine wasn't as broken and lived as Lorraine. Broughton had been in this line of business since always whilst Delphine had been fished out from the world into this tumultuous chaos. Lorraine felt for her. She had no time for it, yet she wanted to valiantly protect Delphine's spirits, to guard her joyful soul from the war and danger that surrounded them. It was dangerous to do it, to open herself up to the point she cared. Even if the words of worry were never spoken, it was there in the way Lorraine would look at her after sex, or how she would kiss her just a little bit harder and hold her a little bit stronger when Delphine would utter out something foolish that could definitely get her killed.

In the intimate moments they shared, the walls that shielded them from the outside world crumbled, revealing the raw vulnerability that lay beneath her hardened exteriors. Delphine's whispered confessions about her admiration toward Lorraine (her wit, her strength, her delicious body—Delphine loved it all like the French did most things, passionately), and their stolen kisses bore witness to the depths of their connection, a bond forged amidst the crucible of secrecy and danger.

Within the cocoon of their love, whether that was Lorraine's hotel room or Delphine's flat (wherever suited them best on each day), time seemed to stand still. Their hearts beat in unison, a rhythmic melody that echoed in sync with the desires that swelled within them. The outside world faded into insignificance as their bodies entwined, each touch an affirmation of the flames that burned within their souls.

In the embrace of Delphine's arms, Lorraine found something she hadn't had in so long—an anchor that grounded her amidst the tempest of her mission. The warmth that emanated from Delphine's touch thawed the icy tendrils of fear and uncertainty that gripped her heart. It was a precious respite from the relentless pursuit of truth and the unyielding demands of her profession. Together, Lorraine and Delphine navigated the intricate dance of love and secrecy, cherishing the stolen moments they could claim as their own. In those stolen fragments of time, they found solace, a flickering light that illuminated the darkest corners of their lives.

But duty, like a merciless sentinel, stood in the way of their happiness. Lorraine was torn between Delphine and her commitment to the mission. Her superiors demanded unwavering loyalty, an unyielding devotion to the cause. It gnawed at her, twisting her heart in conflicting directions.

Nights turned into days, and Lorraine found herself wrestling with her emotions. Every stolen moment with Delphine felt like a lifeline, a fragile thread keeping her grounded. Yet, the weight of her mission pressed upon her shoulders, threatening to snap that connection and plunge her into darkness. As the mission grew more perilous, doubts began to seep into Lorraine's mind. Whispers of betrayal echoed through the corridors of her thoughts. She couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that someone close to her had ulterior motives, a hidden agenda that threatened everything she held dear. Delphine, with her doe-like eyes and gentle touch, became both the source of Lorraine's strength and the root of her turmoil. The connection they shared was a dance on a knife's edge, the delicate balance between trust and deception. Lorraine questioned if she could truly confide in Delphine or if their connection was merely a web of lies.

In a dimly lit room, Lorraine stood face to face with Delphine, their eyes locked in a silent battle of lust and suspicion. The air crackled with tension, the room heavy with unspoken words. Each word they would share held the power to change everything. Driven by a desire to protect not only Delphine but also the mission, Lorraine chose to believe was in fact the character she had studied—fresh and naive in this spy business. In a way, she was letting her emotions mingle with duty, but every time Delphine's fingers intertwined in her hair and their mouths slid together it felt like destinies colliding, like two stars in a cosmic dance, and Lorraine could tell the whole world to just fuck up and explode. She didn't care about nothing else but Delphine's pulse against her lips when she went down on her for the billionth time that week.

When the mission came to an end, Lorraine knew she had done what was necessary, but at a great cost. The bittersweet taste of victory clung to her mouth, mingling with the ache in her heart, but it was Delphine's taste that lingered on her soul—the constant reminder of yet another sacrifice. She had lost something irreplaceable, a connection that could never be mended. In the cold London night, Lorraine walked away, leaving behind the warmth and passion she had found in Delphine's arms. The echoes of their love lingered, an indelible mark on her soul. She knew that even in the shadowy world of spies, where loyalties shifted like sand, their connection would forever remain a flicker of light in her memory.

It was in Montana, when she returned to the states, that Lorraine saw Delphine again. Sitting on a fence by a blue house with white window. Lorraine had grown up there, she recalled that much from her childhood. But how had Delphine tracked down the safehouse in the states? She would have to give Emmett an earful, he was her handler and the only one aware of that asset that was Lorraine's even though it stood under an alias for the sole purpose of not being found. Delphine was too new to have tracked the place down on her own in less than a week. How had she managed to lure the white mare that stood beside her, head petted by the long fingers she had? She was Lorraine's favorite horse and quite the untamable animal (much like Lorraine herself in a sense. How in hell did she look so damn pretty in jeans and boots and the Montana sky? There was no answer to that one.

She asked her none of those questions, instead slipping into the space between her legs and watching her as she lowered to kiss her. (Delphine was never the taller one between them, but switch was throughly appreciated.) There was not a need for answers, the only thing Lorraine craved was Delphine.

When she performed CPR on Delphine back in Berlin, she thought she would be upset at her for not staying. Lorraine had made sure Delphine was alive and breathing, she had kissed her temples and then she had slipped away with the envelope on the counter addressed to herself. She didn't stay and Delphine was a poet, an artistic soul. Lorraine assumed she would not wish to see her any longer. Precisely why she had left Europe without tracking her down. There was no need for further heartbreak. The mission was complete and Delphine was safe. But she was there now and all Lorraine could think of was taking her inside the house and burying her head on the pillow while she laid naked and tangled on clean sheets and Delphine's limbs.

Which was exactly what they did.

#atomic blonde #lorraine broughton #delphine lasalle #sofia boutella #charlize theron #delphine la salle #lorraine x delphine #fanfiction #fanfic #mine #Canon Compliant #But also not #Post-Canon Fix-It #fix it fic

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cherrygummycandy · 2 years ago

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New school, New you.

(A Recess x New Kid!Reader fic)

(AN: This is a part two to my previous x reader fic, I have aged all the characters up to highschool to account for language and more modern references. Probably a few OOC characters, but overall, I tried to stick to the characters original concepts.)

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Admittedly, you weren't expecting your first encounter with a fellow student to end up with you getting dragged around the Third-Street school's back lot. Ashley Spinelli pulls your arm, yanking you up a set of concrete stairs, giving you a decent view of the playground. Gus quickly grabs his marbles and follows the two of you, almost tripping as he scuffs one of his loafers on the bottom step. He lets out a yelp, prompting Spinelli to roll her eyes.

"Alright, new kid. Lemme get you caught up with the, uh-" Spinelli trails off, trying to think of a word to describe how the playground works. "Hierarchy?" Gus interjects. "Sure, yeah, that's what I was gonna say." Spinelli looks back over the playground and whispers "Geek...". Motioning to the center of the playground, a large jungle gym emerges. Bright red and green slides, blue climbing bars, and various other contraptions cover the structure, giving it a rather grand look, despite it just being playground equipment for an under-funded school. "See that guy up at the top?" Spinelli points upwards, to a boy sitting on top of the structure with a crown. You squint harder, noticing the crown seems to be more of a craft project than an actual crown. "Is he wearing a crown made out of-" "A baseball helmet? Yeah, I think so, no one's really sure where he got it from." Gus responds, answering your question for you. You get the feeling that's been asked a lot.

"That's King Bob, our schools dear leader." Gus holds his hand over his chest, eyes wide in admiration. You tilt your head in confusion, and Spinelli lightly smacks him on the back of the head, leading him to scramble as his glasses fall off. "Yeah, what Gus said. You're new, so you're definitely gonna have to meet the King at some point." Your posture tenses, getting a little smaller. "Um, why?" You ask. "He likes to keep tabs on all his, 'subjects.', y'know?" Spinelli uses some heavy finger quotes around subjects, giving you the impression not all his policies are popular on the playground.

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"Now, check out the dude under the tree over there." A guy in a trench coat can be seen leaning against a tree, eyes shifting back and forth as if checking for teachers. "That's Hustler Kid. He sells extra study guides, toys, snacks, and banned books. 'Long as it won't get him in trouble if you're caught, he'll sell it to ya." Spinelli explains, and Hustler kid seems to be sure the coast is clear, as he takes out a pack of smokes. "I thought he didn't sell stuff that could get kids in trouble?" You ask. Spinelli nods, "He doesn't. Those cigs are his, only his. I've made that mistake before." she sighs in exasperation. Gus scrambles back up the steps.

"Spinelli! You knocked my glasses halfway across the playground!" He complains, panting as he rests for a moment, hands on his knees. Spinelli only chuckles, folding her arms. "Didn't ask, Gus." You giggle a little at this, and Spinelli shoots you a grin. "Have you mentioned the Ashley's yet? T-That's kind of important." Gus trails off, freezing as if he recalling a harsh memory. "Good one Gus. Give em' the rundown, I gotta go to the bathroom." Spinelli heads out, casually punching your shoulder as she walks by. "The Ashley's are the meanest girls on the playground. They know everything that happens on the playground." He gets real quiet, and looks around quickly before repeating himself softly. "Everything." You nod, brows furrowed in concern. "The worst of them is Ashley A." You follow his gaze and see a gaggle of four fashionably dressed girls. One stands out, a girl with long brown hair dresses in purple sits in the middle. "Her dad is rich, and if she says she'll ruin your life, she means it. Whatever she says, goes.". "Have you had a problem with the Ashleys before, Gus?" You ask. He shudders. "I don't like to talk about it..." He mumbles, and you nod awkwardly.

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"Yo, Gus!" A loud voice rings out from a few feet away, causing you and Gus to turn your attention towards the voice. A tall boy in a basketball jersey jogs up the stairs. "Hey, we need a ref for kickball, 'think you can sub in?" The boy asks, foot tapping as he speaks. He clearly has quite a bit of energy, and seems desperate to get back to his game.

"I can't Vince, Spinelli's having me give the new kid a tour of the playground." Gus explains, gesturing to where you're stood. You give a small wave. "Oh shit, we got a new kid?" Vince says. "Language!" Gus squeaks, only to be brushed past. Vince leans up against the building in front of you, extending his free hand. "Hey, Im Vince, Vince LaSalle. Where you from?" He seems to look you over, as if unsure what to think of you just yet. "I'm just a transfer, it's my first day." You explain. "Spinelli caught you yet?" He asks with a laugh. "Yeah, she's, interesting..." He nods. "Are you any good at sports?" You shrug. "I mean, I was on the swim team at my old school, but I don't play many team sports." You admit. Vince sighs, but seems satisfied. "Well, I'm sure we can find something for you to do, maybe an equipment manager..." He pauses, and puts his hand on his head as if thinking.

"Or maybe, they just don't want to play sports?" Spinelli suggests, having returned from the restroom. Vince looks shocked, fumbling the ball in his hands and exclaiming "What! It's kickball, that's like, everything!" He seems almost offended. "It's everything to you, Vince." Spinelli slaps her hand on the underside of his ball, knocking it up out of his hands. He doesn't even flinch, now locked in a staring match with Spinelli. "Gus, go the ball." He says, and Gus only sighs before running to retrieve it. You're left with the pair, awkwardly looking back and forth between them. "Um, well..." You try to think of what to say to diffuse the situation. "Maybe I could go and watch you play sometime?" This seems to snap Vince out of his eye-brawl, and he looks over to you. "Yeah?" He asks. You nod. "Okay, yeah... cool!" He nods as he thinks, trying to suppress his grin. Spinelli gags. "Jeez, Vince. You're cheesin' harder than Mikey when we read 'Romeo and Juliet'. Knock it off." She groans, prompting an embarrassed look to spread across the boy's face. "Whatever, I gotta get back to my game." He turns around, hoping no one noticed the light blush dusting his face. "See ya' later, new kid". He calls, heading back to his Kickball game. Just as he leaves, Gus returns to the stairs, panting heavily. "Wha- where'd he go?" Gus asks, and Spinelli grins. "Just wandered off... who knows why?" Gus groans.

"I had to run halfway across the playground for this ball..."

#cartoon x reader #x reader #disney x reader #gender neutral reader #fanfic #recess x reader #recess show #recess #ashley spinelli #vince lasalle #disney fanfiction #hustler kid #king bob #reader insert #cartoons

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moonlight-breeze-44 · 2 years ago

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Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt Fill - "Disowned by Family"

Shelter From the Storm

When Gregorio comes out to her mother, the fallout leaves her falling back into old habits. Pride, however, is determined to remind her that she isn't alone in her struggles and that there are people that care about and love her just as she is right there in New Orleans. Sometimes, family doesn't have to be blood. Sometimes family can be found.

Pairings: None main; background PerSalle

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Self-harm, self-worth/esteem issues, general mental health issues, homophobia, disownment, blood/injury

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Gregorio knew it was only a matter of time before she had to make the phone call, but it didn’t mean getting the courage to dial her mother’s number and press call was any easier.

Now, alone in her apartment, she wished her heart would stop pounding into the beginnings of a panic attack and let her fucking breathe. Her hands were so clammy with sweat that she half-expected the phone to slip and fall to the ground. She wondered if maybe it would be better if it did. It would mean she didn’t have to face this.

Gregorio loved her mom, but that was half of the problem. Her mother could be old-fashioned, and Gregorio had been raised in the countryside of New York with two dogs, an old cat, and no father to speak of. In some ways, Gregorio was a lot more like LaSalle than she wanted to admit.

As she waited for Emily Gregorio to pick up her phone, Tammy paced; she was her mother’s only child, and if what she said today devastated her like she feared it would, she doubted there would be another chance for them. This stupid fucking phone call was going to define their entire relationship, and the fear was enough to make Tammy grab the chair in front of her for support, nails scrabbling for purchase along the worn fiber.

No turning back now.

“Tammy?” Her mother’s voice, pragmatic as always, filled Gregorio’s ears and she flinched. Maybe she wasn’t as ready for this as she thought. “What’s wrong?”

It was a response that most other people would consider harsh or brusque, but in reality, Emily was just being realistic; Tammy almost never called unless she was backed into a corner and needed something. Her mother never called unless someone had died. It was a routine that Tammy couldn’t bring herself to feel bad for, considering her mother’s part in it and the lack of warmth between them. But their lack of contact made what Tammy had to say even harder to reveal.

“Mom, I have something to tell you,” Tammy breathed, trying to keep her voice as steady and strong as she could while the panic rattled in her ribcage. She could do this. She had to.

“Oh my god, are you pregnant?” Emily exclaimed, and Tammy heard the blatant delight in her voice at the thought. She shook her head, even though she knew her mother couldn’t see her. This was going to make it even harder to burst her bubble. When the silence stretched on a beat too long, she rolled her shoulders, shaking them out, trying to calm her nerves.

“Uh, no, Mom, I’m not pregnant,” Tammy replied, heaving a deep breath. “I, uh…I-I’m…”

“You’re what, Tammy? Spit it out.”

“I’m gay,” Tammy burst out, chest heaving with having the pressure of her secret released. She felt herself begin to tremble and leaned more of her weight onto the old chair in front of her. “I’m, uh, I’m a lesbian, Mom. I like women.”

The silence that followed her revelation felt like claws around Gregorio’s neck, choking and scratching into her windpipe. She waited with bated breath. Everything hinged on her mother’s reaction. Tammy’s hands were shaking with fear. Even if they weren’t close, she still loved her mother. She still wanted her to be a part of her life.

“Tammy, I…I’m not sure what to say.”

“Anything,” Gregorio begged, hating how desperate she sounded, but she couldn’t wait any longer. “Just say something, please.”

“Well, you know this isn’t what I wanted for you,” Emily stated, and Tammy knew it was true. Memories of her bisexual phase in high school rushed to the forefront of her mind, and suddenly she couldn’t breathe past the mental images of her mother’s disdain when she was fifteen and dating Zara Matthews. The coldness in her mother’s voice, then and now, felt like Tammy had swallowed a burning hot coal that was beginning to scorch her insides.

“How will you have children, Tammy?” Emily continued, obviously distraught. Tammy’s fingers tightened on the phone, and she tried to take a deep breath; get herself under control.

“I can adopt,” she replied calmly, “Or find a surrogate. Or…” She paused, hesitating. She was already six feet deep and buried with her mother, it seemed; why not put the nail in her own coffin? “...or maybe I won’t have kids.”

“Tammy,” her mother said reproachfully, “You have to have kids!”

“Says who?” Tammy retorted, her hands trembling where they still held the back of the living room chair for dear life. “I mean, look at me. I’m okay, aren’t I? I’m happy. I, I don’t have to have kids. Besides, I’m an NCIS agent. Who would want a mom who does what I do?”

“A child that understands the meaning of sacrifice,” Emily snapped. “Which you clearly don’t.”

“Mom, I…”

“No, Tammy, just don’t.” Gregorio fell silent, biting her lip hard to avoid letting out the tears that had gathered in her eyes sometime during the phone call. Her mother loved her, she was sure. But Tammy could never be who she wanted, either. And if she had learned one thing from her time in New Orleans with Ethan, before NCIS, it was that sometimes love wasn’t enough.

“Look, dear, I’m not going to say that this is the end of things.” Gregorio’s breath hitched, and she had to fight to keep her emotions in check. She knew that tone well enough to know what her mother was really saying, and it was the end of things. God, she knew her mother wouldn’t approve, but to know it and to have it confirmed were two very different feelings.

“But you should know how I feel about this,” Emily continued, ignorant to her daughter’s pain. “I don’t think it’s right. I don’t think it’s natural. I always thought you grew out of that phase you had in high school, especially after you married Ethan. Which, I know that didn’t work out, but one bad apple doesn’t mean the whole barrel is bad. I-I don’t know what you want from me here, Tammy. You are my daughter, and I love you. But I will not support this lifestyle. When you’re ready, you can come back home. We can work this out. But until then, don’t - don’t call. Don’t visit. Please. Spare us both. I’m sure you won’t feel this way forever, Tammy. When you change your mind, I’ll be here. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Mom - ”

“Tammy, please. Don’t make this any harder than it already is. Just-Just sort yourself out, okay? I’ll be here when you need me. I love you.” With that, the call dropped, and Gregorio sank to her knees behind the worn out chair, breathing hard and fast, on the verge of a fucking panic attack from the call. Emily was gone. She recognized the situation for what it was; her mother had given her an ultimatum. Become straight, or say goodbye to her and their home back in New York forever.

It wasn’t a choice at all.

With the sound of the dial tone in her ear, her mother’s final words before she hung up way too loud in her head, Tammy allowed herself to cry, the weight of the emotions she had struggled to hold back before escaping in full. She sobbed into her knees, her shoulders shaking. She couldn’t be something she wasn’t. She couldn’t change, even though there had been more than enough times that she wanted to. She couldn’t give her mother what she had asked for.

In all the ways that mattered, it was over.

She and her mother had never been close. The truth was that Tammy expected the call to end like this, but it was still more of a blow than she had ever expected to know that the woman who raised her would never accept her for who she was. Tammy felt lost, and cut open, like someone had twisted a knife in her and then left her to die on a street corner. She didn’t know what her next steps were, if there even were any, and more than anything, she felt vulnerable.

It was a feeling she wasn’t used to, between her secrecy about her private life and the walls she built around her heart, but it made her want to hide and protect her six from whatever was going to hurt her. But there was nothing to shield herself from, no imminent threat or dangerous gunman; just her own damage and that goddamn dial tone still humming in her ear, a reminder that she would never be able to call home again.

The thought of home sent a fresh wave of tears cascading down her cheeks, and Tammy finally ripped the cellphone from her ear, throwing it across hardwood until it crashed into the side of her refrigerator. She would regret that later, she was sure, but for now she didn’t care. She couldn’t. The only piece of herself that seemed to matter was in New York, probably opening a bottle of whiskey and no doubt planning to pray for her in church the next day.

Home was gone forever now, even if she hadn’t called it that in years. It was still the place where she was raised, and where she’d learned how to fight for herself in more ways than one. She loved the sprawling hills on their property, and the well where she had nearly drowned once as a child. She loved the fucking tire swing and the garden beds and the old barn where she used to go with the dogs when she needed to be alone. Their house and grounds were so beautiful that sometimes Gregorio hardly believed that she lived in New York growing up. All of it would become a memory now, and she would never be able to touch the wildflowers that grew along the fence line ever again. It shouldn’t have affected her so much, considering it had been years since she even wanted to go home, but the thought of losing it all forever was more than she could handle.

The tears, which hadn’t stopped or slowed in the slightest, were becoming overwhelming and almost nausea-inducing, so Gregorio took a deep breath, moving her hands roughly down her legs, then her calves, then her ankles, trying to ground herself and move away from the precipice of her breakdown. But instead of finding stability in her old brown Doc Martens, like she had hoped, her hand brushed a cold piece of metal, and it sent her heartbeat racing again.

She knew what it was, the feeling unmistakeable against her fingers. It was a sterling silver razor blade, years old at least, tucked into a fraying patch on her boots since November of 2018. She had played a dangerous game with it, allowing it so close; on one hand, it could become dislodged at work and she ran the risk of someone investigating her for psychological issues if they saw where it had been hiding. On the other hand, she could lose it in the field, and she would never have to worry about it, or remember the temptation, ever again.

Neither of those things had happened, apparently, and she knew from the feel of it against her fingers that, somehow, it hadn’t even been scuffed. It was the perfect deadly instrument, even after all these years. Gregorio’s hand trembled.

She hesitated for a second, but pulled the razor blade from the patch on her boot, turning it over and over in her palms like precious gold. A coil of longing hit her like a punch to the gut, and Gregorio tried to suck in a deep breath, wanted to put it back, wanted to throw it away and pretend it never existed, but she couldn’t bring herself to.

If this razor blade had somehow managed to survive three years working as a field agent for the FBI, and one as an NCIS agent, not to mention the countless parties and clubs she’d been to, it had to be a sign. Gregorio didn’t believe in fate, but maybe the gods that weren’t were trying to tell her something now.

It had been five years. It had been half of a lifetime. Part of Gregorio didn’t want to risk it, after fighting so hard to get clean in the first place, but the other, larger part of her that wanted for the quick pain of metal against her skin argued that because it had been so long, it wouldn’t matter now. A relapse wasn’t really a relapse if it only lasted a day, and if she got her act together right after. She could do this, and hide it, then throw it away the next day and no one would ever have to know.

“It’s not like last time,” Gregorio muttered to herself, trying to believe it. “I won’t let it get out of hand.”

She didn’t know if she could keep the promise to herself or not, but it didn’t matter. Her mother’s words were still burning like acid in her lungs, and she just wanted the pain to be replaced with something new, something better, until she was able to get ahold of herself. It was the best, most efficient option, and then she would stop. One cut, she told herself, and after that she would curl up in bed and watch Desperate Housewives or something. One cut, and she would be okay.

Tammy rolled up her sleeve, took a deep breath, and pressed the razor blade to her wrist.

The relief was immediate, almost as overwhelming and euphoric as a drug, and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks at the feeling. It didn’t take away her mother’s homophobia, or the way her abandonment made Tammy feel, but it replaced the worst of it with white-hot pain and the familiar sting of a fresh cut instead. Blood welled like storm clouds in the wound, and slid down her wrist until it began to drip onto her pants. Lazily, Tammy remembered she needed to do laundry and didn’t have another pair of work pants. Another, bigger part of her, however, couldn’t be bothered to care.

Instantly forgetting the one-cut promise, Tammy sliced her way through six pristine cuts before stopping to take a breath, her chest heaving with the relief of giving into the old addiction again. She didn’t remember much from three years ago, the last time she cut, but she could swear it had never felt this good before.

Looking down at her arm, a pageant of crimson lines sluggishly bleeding, Tammy felt the calm settle into her bones, numbness chasing away the pain. She exhaled hard, letting her head thump against the forgotten chair in front of her. She got what she needed. She should stop.

She didn’t.

It was close to midnight before she threw the razor blade down and stopped to admire her work. She wasn’t sure how much blood she would have to clean up, or how much she had lost, and she hadn’t eaten today either. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to just sit there after what she’d done, but her head was swimming, and she was so exhausted that even attempting to get up would have been too much for her. So, instead, Tammy rested her arms on the bloodstained slacks, and let her head loll against the back of the living chair. She had slept in worse places.

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In the morning, Tammy’s alarm came blaring to life at 6am, startling her awake from where she was slumped over next to the chair. Her arms felt like they were glued to her pants, dried blood sticking to the fabric, and she could feel a telltale crustiness on the seat of her pants that meant, somehow, she had managed to sit in a puddle of blood. “God, make it stop,” she muttered, and struggled to get to her feet to turn off the fucking alarm. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this bad.

By the time she made it to the kitchen, where her phone was at, miraculously not dead but down to the last 5% of its battery, it was almost 6:30 and she was going to be late for work if she didn’t hustle.

Tammy made it to her bedroom with less difficulty, though she still felt lightheaded, and got to work peeling the blood-soaked slacks off and painfully removing her shirt, which had a few spots of blood on it from her careless cutting the night before. She searched through her closet as fast as she could for the most lightweight long-sleeved shirt she had, that was a dark enough color to mask the blood if her cuts opened up while she was at work. After that, she selected a pair of dark jeans, even though they were against the agency dress code, and headed to the bathroom to do what she could for her appearance.

To her dismay, her eyes were still a little bloodshot from last night, and her hair was a mess. She would need makeup to cover up the circles underneath her eyes, evidence of multiple nights of restless sleep in preparation for the phone call with her mother.

The thought of her mother made Tammy’s heart seize up, and she pressed on one of the new cuts, hissing at the sharp pain it brought. It was enough to snap her out of her head, at least, and she got to work applying makeup to cover up what she could of her turmoil. Finally, she was able to run a brush through her hair, grab her gun, badge, and car keys, and head out the door.

Just before walking into the Navy Yard, Tammy hesitated, and considered calling in sick. But as tempting as it was to go back to her apartment and stay in bed all day, that wasn’t a good idea; the NCIS team was like a big fucking family, and they were sure to stop by if they got word she wasn’t feeling well. Not only was her apartment a mess, but the pool of blood by the chair in the living room, as well as the razor blade that had caused all of this damage, was still out in the open for any prying eyes to see.

Still, Tammy knew it would be hard to keep what she had done from her teammates. She would have to be on her guard. They were perceptive, even if they weren’t trained profilers like her, and much worse, they knew her. It would take all of her skills at hiding and lying and pretending to fool them into believing she was fine.

The cuts pulled tight as the fabric of her shirt shifted, making each step and movement she made towards the office painful. She had learned how to hide the pain a long time ago, but a part of her wished she had bandaged the wounds before coming in today, instead of hiding the first-aid supplies in her bag in case of an emergency and hoping for the best. But Pride was already going to kill her for being late, and it would take another fifteen minutes at least to deal with the fallout of her habit. She didn’t want to come off any more suspicious than she already was.

Taking a deep breath, Gregorio etched a smile onto her face, and walked into the NCIS office like everything was fine, as always. Nothing is different today, she warned herself, trying to drill it into her brain. Nothing has changed.

“There ya are, Gregorio! Was startin’ to wonder if we was gonna have to send out a search party,” Chris greeted her with a smile, and Gregorio gave him one of her patented bitchfaces in return.

“I got caught in traffic,” she lied, and watched his face for any signs of disbelief as she made her way to her desk. She clocked the slight raise of his eyebrows, his posture lengthening, and reminded herself to adjust her tone when she was lying.

“Didn’t think there was hardly any traffic on Bourbon Street,” Chris commented, and Tammy turned to place her bag next to her desk and start up her computer. It was easier to lie to someone when she didn’t have to face them.

“There isn’t usually,” she replied, keeping her tone light and casual. “Guess today was my lucky day.”

“Guess so,” Chris responded, and Tammy turned around just in time to see him giving her one of his famous, milliwatt smiles. She grinned back, bumping his shoulder playfully on her way into the kitchen. One down, two to go.

By the time she caught up with Pride and Sonja, it was almost midday, and the hot, humid weather prompted a picnic invite from Pride to eat lunch at the bridge in town. Chris, Sonja, and the others all agreed, leaving Gregorio as the odd one out. She knew she couldn’t decline without offering an explanation, lest they become suspicious of her motives, but she couldn’t accept the invitation when she knew either Chris or Sonja would try to roll up her sleeves the second they arrived, either to tease her or out of care for her wellbeing. Refusing their help against potential heatstroke when it was summer in the middle of New Orleans was a one-way ticket to having her secret revealed.

“Tammy, you’re not going to lunch with us?” Percy pouted, her eyebrows drawn up in that Percy way, that said she was more concerned than disappointed, but was too proud to put voice to her feelings. “Come on, don’t you want to hang with the gang?”

“As much as I would love to ‘hang with the gang’,” Gregorio used air quotes and gave Sonja a playful smirk, “I have a prior obligation.”

“Oooh, someone’s got a hot date,” Chris said, walking into the kitchen with an ice chest for their drinks. “So who is it, Gregorio? Black-haired beauty? Feisty redhead? That’s my type.”

“Excuse you,” Percy retorted, raising her eyebrow in his direction.

“Pardon me,” Chris corrected, giving Sonja a fond smile, “That’s usually my type.”

“Better,” Sonja affirmed, before turning her attention to Gregorio once more. “But seriously, T, where you goin’ that you can’t come hang with us?”

“Well, Chris wasn’t exactly wrong,” Gregorio replied, lifting her coffee mug to her lips to take a sip so she could avoid having to look either of them in the eyes. “A certain mayor’s secretary asked me out the other day, and I can’t leave her hanging a second time.” Though it was a lie that they had a lunch date, it wasn’t a lie that she’d been asked out, so Gregorio didn’t feel as bad as she maybe should for using Amber as her scapegoat.

“With that one, you better not,” Chris replied, chuckling. “I’ve heard she’s got some high standards.”

“Of course she does,” Gregorio retorted without missing a beat. “She’s going on a date with me, isn’t she?”

Sonja and Chris both laughed at that, the latter ribbing her good-naturedly for a minute or two before they calmed down. She allowed her smirk to play on her lips, knowing she could pass it off as satisfaction at her joke instead of her lie. They weren’t suspicious of her anymore, not after she’d thrown them a bone. For now, she was safe.

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Later that night, when the team was getting ready to wrap up and head home, Pride caught her eye, gesturing her into the kitchen. Tammy dropped her bag and took a deep breath, heading in to meet him. She could feel her heart skip a beat.

Of all of them, Pride was the most likely to figure out that something was wrong, even if he was the least likely to react with anything other than kind, calm patience. Still, the idea of her boss finding out her most guarded secret was more terrifying than she could fathom.

Without speaking or otherwise acknowledging Pride, Gregorio took a seat on the barstool across from him, crossed her arms, and waited. She could feel her heart pounding in her throat, but forced herself to be motionless and keep her expression blank, lest she give away the anxiety she was feeling.

“So, Gregorio,” Pride said, taking in her position and folding his arms across the top of the bar, “Want to tell me what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing,” Gregorio replied defensively, before she could stop herself and try to temper her tone. “What makes you think something’s going on?”

Pride raised an eyebrow at her, unimpressed. “Well, for starters, you came in late today, said it was traffic when traffic is nonexistent on your street, you’re actin’ awful odd, and then you lied to Christopher and Sonja about who you were with for lunch today.”

Gregorio opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, Pride held up his hand and continued, “I have it on good authority that the mayor’s secretary didn’t leave her office all day.” He softened, giving her a worried look, and said, “Just want to know you’re okay, and if anything’s goin’ on that we can help with.”

“It’s nothing,” Gregorio sighed, letting her shoulders slump in defeat. There was no use pretending she was fine if Pride already knew something was up. She didn’t have to tell him everything, but maybe if she told him about her mom, at least, he’d leave her alone.

“Just a little upset from a phone call with my mother yesterday,” Gregorio admitted, picking at her nails to avoid meeting Pride’s eyes. “I came out to her.”

Pride nodded, his eyes filling with support and kindness for her, and moved to wipe down the kitchen counter, in an effort to give her space to talk as much as she wanted to. Gregorio knew the tactic, was familiar with it from teasing the truth out of LaSalle when he was being particularly stubborn. Though she was loathe to admit it, she appreciated it. “How did she take it?”

“Not well,” Tammy sighed, pressing her nail into the pad of her thumb to resist the urge to burst into tears again. She had already done enough crying in the past 24 hours. “She basically gave me an ultimatum; stop being gay, or stop coming home. Permanently.”

“Oh, Tammy,” Pride breathed, sympathy pouring out of him and into her. “I’m so sorry.” He reached across the bar to lay a hand on her shoulder, and against her will, Tammy leaned into the touch.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, closing her eyes to avoid letting Pride see how glossy they had become. “W-We were never really close.”

“Still, that’s gotta hurt,” Pride said, withdrawing just enough to allow her time to fight back the tears and open her eyes once more. “Parents’ rejection is…one of the worst things that can happen to a child. No matter how old they are.”

“Yeah,” Tammy breathed, the weight of her own exhaustion hitting her as she slumped on the barstool. She couldn’t remember the last time she had let something damage her like this. Who knew her mother’s decision would have such an impact on her? She sighed and tugged lightly on one of her sleeves, until it was down far enough on her arm to cover her fingers. Pride caught the movement, but said nothing. “To make matters worse, she tried to frame it like she loved me, and she was going to be there for me.” Tammy laughed bitterly, emotion swelling up in her throat. “She’s so convinced I’m going to change, Pride.”

“Not the way it works,” Pride said fondly, giving her a warm smile. His hand, still on her shoulder, was like a grounding wire, keeping her settled, and she felt like she was being comforted by the father she never had.

“Yeah,” Tammy said, again, and her voice wobbled on the last syllable. Under Pride’s kind, supportive words and gentle ministrations, she could feel the dam in her chest threatening to explode, and she slid sideways off of the barstool, grabbing for her coat and heading towards the door. She had to get out of here, before she lost it completely. “Anyway, I should go - ”

“Wait,” Pride called, and moved to follow her, grabbing her wrist to stop her from leaving. Without thinking, still trying to calm the tidal wave of emotion in her chest, Gregorio hissed in pain.

“Tammy,” Pride said slowly, releasing her wrist with some reluctance, “There something wrong with your arm?”

“Ah, it’s nothing,” Tammy replied, giving him a quick, panicked smile. “Just bruised it on the countertop when I was getting ready for work this morning.”

“That so?” Pride asked, and he sounded suspicious enough to make Tammy’s heart skip a beat in fear. She curled her fingers around her sleeves protectively. “Mind if I take a look at it?”

“Don’t bother,” Gregorio replied, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. “I told you, Pride, it’s nothing.”

“Didn’t sound like nothing,” Pride replied, and he reached for her wrist again. Determined not to give anything away, Tammy kept her face purposefully blank, allowing him to hold her arm in his hand even as his fingers pressing against the cuts felt like a sharp knife against her skin. “Thing is, Tammy…” Pride moved to grasp her sleeve, and Gregorio’s entire body tensed, waiting for his next move. This was not happening.

“You haven’t worn long sleeves this dark, especially during summer, all year,” he continued, “and that first time we talked, up on the balcony in your hotel when you first came here – you wore a tank top, and I don’t think you thought about it then, but I noticed something the others didn’t get the chance to see.” He lifted his gaze to meet Gregorio’s eyes, and she knew, without having to ask what he meant, that she was done for.

Pride knows.

“I’ve seen the scars on your wrists, Tammy,” Pride said softly, “And I’ve never mentioned it, because it’s not my business and I don’t want you to think I’m judging you for it. But if your arm is hurt…after all you’ve been through in the past few days, you understand why I need to check, right?”

Tammy nodded tightly, trying not to cry, as Pride moved to roll up her sleeve. At the last second, just before he could grab the cuff of her shirt, she blurted out: “And what do you think you’ll find, if you check?”

“I think you and I both know the answer to that,” Pride responded, his voice as kind and understanding as ever. Tammy choked on a sob, losing the battle against her emotions, and pulled away from him, running her hands through her hair so hard that she was sure she’d left red, inflamed scratches on her scalp. She heaved a deep breath and choked on it, trying to hold in the breakdown that wanted to happen, fighting to remain in control. Pride couldn’t see her like this. No one could.

“Just - Just please don’t demote me,” Tammy begged, straightening up and gasping for breath, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans. “D-Don’t put me on desk duty. I can still handle myself in the field, I promise I’m not a liability, Pride.”

“We’ll talk about that later,” Pride said, and her heart sank. “For now, we need to get you taken care of.” He glanced at his watch, and muttered, “Loretta might still be here, I’d have to check the morgue.”

“No – please,” Gregorio pleaded, embarrassment creeping up to settle like fire on her cheeks. “No one else needs to know about this.”

“They do, Tammy,” Pride argued, raising his eyebrows at her. “They’re your teammates. Your family. They care about you. Of course they should know about this.”

“Please,” Tammy said, raising her arms to hug herself, trying to get some semblance of comfort in the least embarrassing or incriminating way possible.

“Look,” Pride said, gesturing for her to sit down across from him in the kitchen once more, taking a seat opposite her on the island, “I know you’re scared. You’re worried about what the others might think. But they love you, Tammy, and they want to help you. I do too.”

“What if they hate me?” Tammy breathed, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. She knew she looked like a wreck, pathetic even, but this was her worst nightmare come true and she couldn’t pretend anymore. “Pride, I’m weak.” She gestured haphazardly at her arms, at herself, and shook her head, avoiding his gaze by staring down the marble kitchen tile. “They’ll see me differently.”

“Maybe so,” Pride conceded, “but not in the way you think. They won’t consider you weak, Tammy. I don’t.” He reached out to lay his hand on her arm, comforting and grounding her with the touch. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, Gregorio.”

“Even now that you know I - ” Tammy gestured to her arms once more, at a loss for words. “ - Again?”

“Even now,” Pride confirmed, giving her a firm nod and a steady look that swore honesty. “Tammy, no one on this team will think any less of you for struggling with this.”

“Promise?” Tammy whispered, letting some of the vulnerability she was feeling slip into her voice as she asked the question.

“Promise,” Pride affirmed, and gave her arm a soft, gentle pat.

Gregorio nodded, her shoulders slumping in relief as some of the tension was alleviated. “Do you have to tell them tonight?”

“No, not tonight,” Pride responded. “But soon.”

“I understand.” Gregorio looked away, the fear thundering back to life in her chest. For an instant, under Pride’s reassuring words, it had disappeared.

“It’s gonna be okay, Gregorio,” Pride promised her, moving from the opposite side of the bar to wrap her in a tight hug. “The team’ll take care of you.”

“Shouldn’t have to,” Gregorio protested weakly, but Pride shushed her with a hand in her hair, stroking gently.

“We want to,” he said, and Gregorio was struck with how much she wished he could have been her real dad. Maybe her future would’ve turned out better if he was. “This is somethin’ that everyone is more ‘n willin’ to help you with. We’re gonna get it taken care of. Got your back, Tammy, not just for work.”

“Thanks, Pride,” Gregorio whispered, too emotional to express her gratitude any further. She was sure Pride understood. In his arms, trembling, Gregorio could admit that maybe what she had really needed was the support and acceptance of her loved ones. Maybe her mother would never love her the way she was, but she had an entire family here in New Orleans that did.

Maybe that was what mattered.

And if, the next day, when Loretta called her down to the morgue and told Gregorio about her mother’s issues with self-harm while she bandaged the fresh cuts on Tammy’s arms, she felt a small piece of her heart begin to heal, she didn’t mention it. And if, when Sebastian gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek and offered to call her and ramble about whatever came to mind when she was having urges, she started to tear up, well, no one could prove it (she had threatened Sebastian with removing his Power Rangers collection from the lab if he told anyone). And if, when Chris said nothing but drew her into the tightest hug she could ever remember receiving, and Percy showed up at her house without warning to sit on the couch with her and watch basketball, she began to realise this was all the family she needed, she knew she could blame Pride for most of it.

Getting clean again, and resisting the urge to take a blade to her arms whenever she felt like her world was falling apart, was a fight that took months, and she did end up on desk duty for some of it, but despite the silence that stretched between her and her mother, she found that the most important thing was the family that she had right here.

Maybe she didn’t need what used to be her home when she had a better one here in New Orleans.

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Okay so this is super random. But I found Recess on Disney+ and I’ve always loved Recess so much! Anyway I remember a long time ago I read a fanfic and now I’m looking for it. It’s a Recess fanfic where TJ and Vince are helping Spinelli train and practice her wrestling so that she can fight in some kind of fight club. And it turns out one of Spinellis brothers runs the fight club. If anyone has any idea what this fic was called or where I can find it please let me know!!!

#recess #recess tv show #TJ Detwiler #ashley spinelli #vince lasalle #lost fanfiction #fanfic recs #fanfiction #looking for a fanfic #TJ x spinelli #i think #it was probably on fanfiction.net #seems like this was pre ao3 #aged up #obviously #I mean she’s in a fight club #I think they have to be in high school

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wangxianficfinder · 5 months ago

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Fic Finder

July 5th

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1. For Fic Finder! This is my first time making such a request so please forgive any mistake. This is such a cool thing you are doing, thank you so much! The fic I am looking for is set in canon during the indoctrination era but it diverges. Wen Chao forces WY and LZ to have sex while LZ is injured. I am pretty sure it was part of a series. In the last part after Wy comes back from Burial mounds LZ thinks the resentment is because he raped WY, so he tells the truth about the golden core. Thank you! @fangirlingforever

FOUND? Give You What You Like series by Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle)(E, 81k, WangXian, Fuck Or Die, Bad Guys Made Them Do It, Canon Divergence, angst with an eventual happy ending, First Time, Episode Related, fuck or die aftermath, Xuanwu Cave, Burial Mounds) first part is fuck or die in the Wen dungeon, 2nd one is Burial Mounds, 3rd one is WWX comes back during Sunshot

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2. looking for fanfic where Jiang Fengmian dies and Jiang Cheng loses his golden core on a night hunt where Wei Wuxian was supposed to guard them but was ordered to stay away so couldnt react on time. Madam Yu forcefully has Wen Qing transfer the core over but she secretly leaves the foundation behind so that Wei Ying can recover. Everything is captured on camera and the camera ends up in Wei Ying’s hands after they kick him out with nothing but the torn up bloody clothes on his back because he was injured saving them in the first place.

FOUND? 🧡🔒Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 178k, WangXian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX , caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war)

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3. Hi! Need help finding this fic: LWJ and WWX were high school classmates (I think?), and LWJ had a crush on WWX. Years later, WWX moves into the apartment across from LWJ along with WQ and WY. LWJ wrongly assumes that WQ and WWX are married and have a child. WQ is dating MM and LWJ does not understand if WWX and WQ have a polyamorous relationship. Thanks for all the help!!! @fantasiacoral-blog

Hi!! I was #3 fic finder on july 5th. I found the fic, it was "Only in my eyes" by Leffy. I think whoever gave the recommendation left the wrong link, but I was able to find it since it was from the same author. Thank you very much for giving me the clue to the author!! finally i found it

NOT FOUND! Night of Sixth Magnitude Stars by Leffy (M, 22k, WangXian, Modern, Reincarnation, Fluff and Humor, Also a sprinkle of angst, LXC is a supportive onii-chan, Student/Teacher, for the first chapter only tho, Canon Divergence) A great story I've had bookmarked for years and read periodically. ☺

FOUND! Only in My Eyes by Leffy (T, 11k, WangXian, Domestic Fluff, Misunderstandings)

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4. Hi fic finder! I have been searching for this fic and hope you could help me. What I remember is that Wei Wuxian instead of kiling him he was cursed or was trapped/sealed by the sect in a world where lan zhan is his husband. So he was made to believed that but then something happens and he discovered that it's not true. I'm not certain if this is completed or not.

Thank you.

FOUND? a different place, different time, but my love is right by callmeb6104 (E, 49k, wangxian, canon divergence, ABO, alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, dreams vs reality, incense burner, YLLZ WWX, canonical character death, eventual happy ending, mating cycles/in heat, MXY lives, hurt/comfort, pining)

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5. So I'm technically asking for both myself and a discord friend but neither of us can find this fic:

So it's an omegaverse fic. Wangxian were participating in a mating run and the runs are also broadcast over screens like a public spectical? I think the runs also get recorded so the participants can keep a tape of the run

While everyone else participating has a nice time, Wwx initially thinks he'll not get caught, but then Lwj shows up and starts chasing him with extreme prejudice, making wwx freak out because he thinks lwj is there to punish him or something? And starts running around screaming his head off like he's being chased by a serial killer, which is broadcast for everyone to see. Their siblings are watching and mentally face-palming the entire time.

Wangxian end up in a ditch and mate, and things end happily but wwx has to be overdramatic first

FOUND! Threadfic by CerbyKerby

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6. Hi, I'm looking for a long, explicit WIP time travel story where LWJ and WWX are together in the past, deal with the Waterborne Abyss, (are at very least engaged) and near the end LXC has grown concerned with WWS'S reputation and drugs him with a song of his xiao, pissing LWG off (that's all I remember). @krysaniar

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7. Hello..I love what you do helping us find fics. I need your help please. I was reading a story about Lan zhan being soft with weiying. I don't know what happened, I can't find the story. The title sounds like "I will play for you" or something like that. Been trying to find it to no avail. Help pls @gegeford

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8. I'm looking for a fic where lwj is being forced to mate (not sure if it's a/b/o or what) by his clan and the elders are choosing a mate for him. I think there's a scene where he's sitting in a room and the elders bring su she to him and that makes lwj super angry and throws him out. There might be something about scents? Ultimately, end game wangxian. If anyone has any ideas, or knows of something similar, it would be much appreciated! Thank you!

FOUND? Open Up Your Eager Eyes by meicairoubingfan (kiradyn) (E, 17k, WangXian, Mafia AU, Modern with Magic, dragon lans, Fertility Issues, Which Originally Began As A Method Of Natural Population Control, Gusu Lan Needs Heirs, The Twin Jades Have To Provide Them, LWJ Is Less Than Enthused About This, at first, Enter WWX And His Ripe Peach Ass, LWJ Is Suddenly Very Into The Idea Of Giving His Elders A Buncha Babies To Spoil, Dragon LWJ, incubus WWX, Size Difference, Canonical Lan arm strength, LWJ's Canonically Huge Dick, Now With Twice The Dicks, Fantastical Porn, fic Interpretation Of Dragon Lan Hemipenes, Double Penetration, boy pussy, small dick, cocklet, Mating Press, Biting, Scent Marking, Non-A/B/O Scent Kink, Subspace, Belly Bulge, Knotting, Cum Inflation, Breeding Kink, Mpreg, Bondage, Restraints, Dubious Consent, Which Becomes Canonical Wangxian CNC, Aphrodisiac Scent, Dragon Voice Powers, names have power, Dirty Talk, Tail Kink, cum plugging, Double Penetration in Two Holes, Gaping Holes, LWJ's Appreciation At Leaving WWX (And His Holes) Sloppy And Well-Used, Multiple Orgasms, Fantasy Incubus Anatomy & Biology, Suspension of Disbelief Required, LWJ's Endless Stamina, PWP, Was Supposed To Have More Plot, Derailed By Porn, so much porn, Dark LWJ, But More Like GreyJi Than BlackJi, Cockwarming, WWX’s Filthy Mind, LWJ’s Filthy Mouth)

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9. Hello! Thank you for your hard work!!! I'm looking for a fic where wangxian are still disciples in the Cloud Recess and WWX founds a cilindrical object Wich turn out to be a ancient onahole and links it to himself. LWJ finds him in the backhills fucking said object and confiscates it to later use for himself. // Hi, I think that maybe I already sent an ask for this one but for I really can't remember well. The fic that I'm searching for is one where Wangxian are still in Cloud Recess (I don't remember if they're disciples or not) and WWX found that some Jin cultivators have a device similar to an onahole where you put some blood of the desired person to link it to them. I remember that he confiscates it and uses it on himself and then LWJ founds him and confiscates and uses it too. Cue shenanigans.

FOUND? 🔒 The Golden Cutsleeve by syrus_jones (E, 77k, WangXian, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Humor, Aged-Up Character(s), WWX POV, WWX is a gremlin, Internally Screaming LWJ, No Sunshot Campaign, First Times, Accidental Sex, Masturbation, PWP, Porn with Feelings, WWX experimenting with things he shouldn’t like always, Happy Ending, Porn With Plot)

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10. Hello! I'm looking for two fics that popped into my head recently.

A) LWJ manages to save WWX and he lives in Cloud Recesses wearing a face covering and using an assumed name. LQR figures it out and shocks WWX by asking if he needs help escaping if he's being held against his will. It was long-ish and had a happy ending, I think.

B) This one was a horror fic, I think. One of them brings the other back and it's happy for a little while and then the one who was resurrected gradually realizes that everyone around them is dead - basically the still-living partner had gone mad and was talking to corpses and hallucinating their responses. I remember it being not super long, well written, and disturbing, with a pretty sad ending.

Thanks in advance!

10A)

FOUND! Unbreakable Heaven, Luminous Earth by carolyncaves (M, 96k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Secret Identity, almost to the point of uncomfortable identity theft, Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Suicidal Thoughts, that’s for WWX after Nightless City and is not pervasive throughout the fic, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Caretaking, Sexual Content, Domestic Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Power Imbalance, mainly between WWX and JGY in an entirely nonsexual manner, this isn’t really a kid fic but the kids are there, as are some yunmeng sibling feelings, JYL lives, Not Everyone Dies, some COVID parallels, this is not a quarantine fic, but thematically WWX deals w things like face-covering for safety and loss of control, also assume all canon warnings, this AU is gentler than canon but isn’t a complete fix-it)

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FOUND! they would call you my queen by HeavenlySkyfarer (E, 10k, WangXian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Dark LWJ, Descent into Madness, Character Death, Royalty, Murder, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Insanity, Musical Cultivation But Dark AF, Bone Magic, Unreliable Narrator, Resurrection, Ghost WWX, Biting, Blanket Permission)

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11. Hi! I'm searching for this wangxian fic where they are childhood friends. It's a royalty au where jyl is crown princess and there's a competition to choose her the perfect consort as otherwise the kingdom will fall asleep. Wwx was a demon and lwj the palace librarian. They pretend to fake court eachother. I only read till chapter 2 before I had lost it.

FOUND? practicing our mistakes by isabilightwood (E, 49k, WangXian, Fairy Tale, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Friends to Lovers, royalty-adjacent AU, rom com, all the parents live, especially Mama Lan, who needs a divorce, consort competition, lwj does NOT want to participate, fake courting his best friend is the obvious solution, Qīnghéng-jūn’s A+ Parenting, matchmaking while mutual pining, wwx is a mostly human-looking demon, Monsterfucking, Submissive LWJ, Dominant WWX, Bondage, (fully consensual), Outdoor Sex, Fluff and Light Angst, wwx’s tail expresses his emotions, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX)

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12. Hi! This is my first time doing this, so I hope I’m doing it right ;-;

There’s this ao3 fic I’m trying to find and the only thing I remember is that there was a discussion conference (I think it was held in lanling jin) and I think su she burst in while holding a-yuan hostage, but then a-yuan cried out to wei ying by calling him a-niang, and a ghost of wei ying appeared ‘cause I’m sure he was also dead before all that happened too.

If you could find this, it would be so great. I’ve been trying to find this for so long🥹 @stygianamulet

FOUND! To Ride A Stygian Tiger by Madyamisam for Duochanfan (M, 111k,WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel, Angst with a happy ending, BAMF WWX, Dark LWJ, Slow burn, Family Feels, Misunderstandings) chapter 4

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13. Hello to fic finder I am looking for a fic where Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù is it an alternate universe bridgeton

FOUND? 🔒 yours truly, lady mulberry by qinghuaz (G, 78k, JC/NHS, WangXian, JYL/JZX, WIP, Historical, Bridgerton (TV) Fusion, A/B/O, Alpha JC, Omega NHS, First Love, Getting Back Together, Sort Of, Regency, Nobility, Slow Burn, Pining, Secret Identity, Fake/Pretend Relationship, in the past, Historical Inaccuracy, Courting Rituals, Childhood Friends to Fake Lovers to Strangers to Lovers, Implied Mpreg, Childbirth, Idiots in Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mentions of miscarriage, Not between Sangcheng) there's a Bridgerton fusion Sancheng fic "yours truly, lady mulberry" by qinghauz? Not sure if that's what the requestor wants. There is background Wangxian though.

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14. Hello my loves. I'm looking for a Wangxian fic where it's abo and wei wuxian comes back as an omega when before he was an alpha. He's somewhat intersex and I distinctly remember the author making him hate "xiao nuts"

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15. hello! i'm searching for this fic.

the fic is a canon divergence fanfic, and I remember in a chapter (definitely not the first) wuxian writing letters to nie huaisang throughout all of the Wen issues and such and then killing himself. nie huaisang gets a letter from him afterwards and reads it to every group and everyone, and JC + NHS + NMJ + LWJ + LXI all go and see what wei wuxian wrote about in his letter (the torture, etc.) the fic extremely graphic and amazing and i would love to read it again. from the latest chapters i remember, wei wuxian had just gotten his soul transferred into his body again (essentially) while in the pond at the cloud recessses, after they found out mo xuanyu (who was taken in by his brother and jiang yanli i think. i cant remember i apologize my brain is blanking its 12 am) could hear wwx and such.

its been 2 years and last i recall the author had been in a car crash (if that helps or anything) and hadn't updated and i can't remember if the fic had been deleted or revived or anything. thank you 🙏 @painehell

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16. Help finding fanfic I don't remember much but I remember Wei Wuxian finding a DiJiang which is like that faceless creature that has wings (the creature was named morris in shang chi) everybody was freaked out he came across it during a think the hunt. I remember he is eventually able to fly on it. Any help to find it would be great. @angiewriter

FOUND? Whatever it takes by Moonlit_dewdrops (T, 115k, JC & WWX, WangXian, JC & WWX & JYL, JC/WQ, JYL & WQ, WWX & WQ, WWX & JGY, WWX & JZX, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Not Everyone Dies, yunmeng prides, POV JC, POV WWX; WQ & WN live, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, WWX & JC actually communicate, Yunmeng Siblings fluff, But Also Some Angst, Lots of WangXian moments, Protective JC, Protective LWJ, JGS & JXN will die for sure, NMJ Lives, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Feels, Slow burn but not for Wangxian, Brotherhood, justice for the wen remnants, JYL & JZX Live, Wen Remnants Live, Cinnamon Roll WN, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, reference to wwx's suicide, Established Relationship, Torture) The Dijiang or Hundun shows up somewhere round about chapter 25. WWX can ride it and in a panic i think it even once napped NHS and flew off with him because it thought something was wrong.

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17. there was a fic where child Wei wuxian meets meng Yao and they decide to become brothers and meng shi takes care of them and they eventually bring xue yang I believe into their family. Wei ying never gets adopted by the jiangs in this fic

FOUND? what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 46k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death) I think 17 might be what builds a home but this one has Mo Xuanyu becoming the third brother rather than Xue Yang.

FOUND? Shards of Hope by Dreaming_Days (T, 89k, JGY/LXC, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Redemption, Character Study)

#17 might be that ic where wwx xy and my are all homeless living in the outskirts of yiling. Burial mounds were formed when a powerful sect/dynasty? Was destroyed and they thought the bloodline wiped out, but the three kids a descendants of a survivor. And ghost of the last queen is raising them, and prepping them to kinda reclaim a throne?

FOUND? Debts of a Child by Hauntcats (M, 115k, WangXian, dark, YZY Bashing, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Angst and Feels, lots of anger, JC Bashing, not Jiang friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Content warning for icky spiders in later chapters.)

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18. Hello good! I need help finding this fic and knowing if it still exists, it goes like this: Lan Wangji is kidnapped by the Wen and ends up pregnant with Wen Xu's son, who is A-Yuan (I don't really remember if it was a m-preg or an abo) . Wei Wuxian later claims the child as his own and I'm pretty sure he ends up at the party for Wen's fall. I don't really remember much Wangxian happening (but they do end up together) and I have the impression that it was one chapter or just extremely short. I don't remember much else so I would appreciate your help, please and thank you! @makolashida

FOUND? 🔒 Baijiu for Breakfast, Sanity for Lunch, Innocence for Dinner, Your Poison in my Cup by Cy_anne & NiceElsa (E, 20k, WangXian, Dark, Gods & Goddesses, God WWX, War Prize LWJ, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Not by WangXian, Adultery, Cheating, Threats of Violence, Threats of Child Abuse/Murder, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Gore, Smut, Mpreg, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, A/B/O, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Endgame WangXian, WangXian Get a Happy Ending)

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19. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are dance teachers? Wei wuxian has kind of a bad reputation but comes back in the picture to help the juniors to learn how to dance? Lan Wangji pines a lot and there's a pablo neruda poem in the middle, it's very funny and cute. @ilyweiwuxian

FOUND? Unstrictly Ballroom by Ariaste (T, 47k, WangXian, background SongXiao, Modern AU, Everyone’s alive, the gang defeats systemic heteronormativity, Stripper AU, competitive ballroom dance AU, really stupid misunderstandings, Yearning, Mutual Pining, the wrist grab, Erotic Handholding, [Podfic] Unstrictly Ballroom by RevolutionaryJo, Unstrictly Ballroom [Podfic] by esbielle)

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20. Heyyy I’ve been looking for this fic forever but I only remember some of it… so basically it’s a modern au where wwx and lwj are friends w benefits and wwx thinks lwj is super straight and that makes him insecure.? there’s a lot of crossdressing on wwx’s part especially during frisky timesss. I think I remember there’s a scene where they’re at a board game night with wen qing..? I think it’s right before lwj tells wwx that he was gay all along lol.. N e ways thank you so much!!!:)))) @yes-mimi

FOUND? i’ll be your girl by plonk (E, 30k, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern with Magic, PWP, Idiots to Lovers)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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cinnikiroll · 4 months ago

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the unspeakable secret (dwayne pride x reader)

Summary: When Dwayne and the reader get married for an undercover case, the reader questions whether Dwayne loves them or not. When something terrible happens, Dwayne realizes his mistake.

Word Count: 1,814 words

Trigger Warnings: Blood and injury

If you like this fic, please do check out my other fanfics on AO3 under the username cinnikiroll. Here is a link to my profile, where I have fics from other shows for your viewing pleasure!

This fic was a request! If you want to make requests for fics, you can either do it in my asks here or in comments of any of my fics here or on AO3. Thank you to the lovely human that requested this, I hope it is to your liking! ❤️

It was hard to be a wife.

You had already known that, but you underestimated just how hard being one would be, especially when your husband didn't love you back.

Although it was hard to blame him for his lack of love. The two of you were just meant to be married for an undercover mission. It wasn't supposed to be official at all, and you were meant to break up and never speak of it again the moment the mission was over.

But, unfortunately, there was a mistake with the registrar's office, and now you were officially filed as a married couple.

At first, you had been in denial over it. Surely this had to be a joke, right? There was no way that such a great mistake could have occurred. Dwayne was just trying to play around with you, trying to make the typical fear you felt during an undercover operation disappear.

But when the realization set in, you were rather pleased.

You'd never admit it, but you had a crush on Dwayne ever since your first day at the New Orleans field office. His deep baritone voice, easy smile, and fatherly demeanor brought comfort to your heart, even on your hardest days.

Denying those feelings were useless. They were evident in every atom of your body, every breath you drew into your lungs, filling the air around you with the sweetness of love.

But being Dwayne's wife?!

Now, there was a dream you never thought could be fulfilled until now.

When the two of you returned home from the undercover operation, the team constantly teased you over your newly created bond. Percy bought you matching tumblers, LaSalle saved you in his contacts with Pride as your surname, and Sebastian exclusively called you, 'Dwayne's spouse'. It was irritating at first, but it became endearing in a sense after a while.

You had never really lived in a great apartment all your many years in New Orleans. The one you lived in currently was moldy, with peeling wallpaper and neighbors that would constantly have fights with one another seemingly uncaring of the early hour during which they were having their rather loud altercations.

Dwayne, out of the kindness of his heart, offered you a room in his apartment above the Trutone free of charge. At first you were hesitant to take it, not wanting to infringe on his already limited space, but after he made a joke that, "It's the least a husband could do," you begrudgingly accepted.

Living with him was good, at first. The two of you didn't disturb each other's lives at all, even though you woke up at similar times and had to share things like a closet, one chest of drawers, and the bathroom- which was a hard commodity to learn to share.

But then, time passed, and your relationship remained stagnant. The inaction Dwayne took to show any kind of affection towards you, despite the two of you being married, irritated you greatly. You tried to express your emotions to him, to tell him that you craved more affection than he most likely could ever show you, but every time the two of you got somewhere in your conversation, one of you was summoned back to the office for a case.

One night, the two of you were sitting at the dinner table, eating a very pleasantly spiced jambalaya, when you decided to bring up the topic of your relationship again.

"Dwayne?"

You murmured in a soft voice, noticing that he looked deep in thought.

Your hand unconsciously moved closer to his, trying to link together, but he jerked away from your touch as if burned. When he spoke, his voice was rough and husky with unspoken emotions, a sign that something was definitely on his mind.

"Yes, darlin'?"

Darlin'. You call me that, yet you never show me any evidence that you truly love me. You're just a liar...

You thought bitterly, trying not to let your anger show.

"We need to talk about us. About this relationship."

Your firm tone caused Dwayne's brow to furrow in concern. His hand, which had previously moved away from yours, now grasped yours tightly, stroking your knuckles slowly with the pad of his thumb.

"What's wrong with us?"

He asked, genuinely sounding concerned.

"You never-"

Your explanation was cut off by your ringing phone. Sighing deeply, you pulled it out of your pocket and answered, knowing already who had called you and where you needed to go.

While still on the phone with LaSalle, you grabbed your sweater and car keys, looking back at Dwayne sadly.

Guess tonight's not the right time either.

You thought somewhat angrily as you left for the NCIS office.

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Dwayne awoke from a rather restless nap with a burning headache and the distinct sense that something was terribly wrong.

Upon completely examining the whole apartment three times to find no problems, he still couldn't banish the feeling of dread that was swimming around in his gut like an extremely tenacious fish.

Distracted by worries of what this feeling could mean, he didn't expect his phone to suddenly ring. The loud sound made him jump out of his skin, but he quickly recovered, rushing over to his bedside table to grab his phone and answer it.

"Dwayne..."

Your voice was speaking on the other end, but something was clearly wrong with you. You never sounded that quiet before... and was that a moan of pain he could hear?!

"Darlin'?! It's four thirty in the morning! Where are you?"

Dwayne tried to keep the overwhelming feeling of panic that was suddenly flowing through him out of his voice, but it was hard. Hearing you so weak, clearly injured... it triggered feelings in him he didn't know he had.

Well, he admitted begrudgingly, I knew I loved them since the first day we met. I was just too shy to admit it...

As he dwelled more and more on his unspoken love for you, a realization came to him that stopped his heart for a moment. He froze, overcome with sorrow, and the waves of panic threatened to drown him.

What if he could never express his love?

What if you were dying, out somewhere in the cold city, alone, without him by your side?

What if you breathed your last breath not knowing how much he loved you?!

No! He couldn't let that happen! He couldn't!

With tears threatening to spill from his eyes, Dwayne grabbed his car keys and raced down the stairs two at a time, trying to comfort you as he frantically rushed to be by your side.

"Baby, where are you?! I'm coming right now, just tell me where you are!"

Your weak voice managed to say your location, and then the line went dead.

"No! No, darlin'! You can't do this to me! You can't! You have to stay alive, you hear me?! Please..."

Dwayne stepped on the gas as hard as he could, willing to risk anything to reach you as fast as possible, even if that consequence turned out to be personal injury.

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Breathing was becoming more and more difficult as the minutes passed. The pool of blood you were lying in widened, flowing over the rocky ground you had forced yourself to lie prone on after the shootout.

The suspect you had been pursuing turned out to be more adept with weaponry than you or the rest of the team had expected. Unfortunately for you, you had to learn that lesson the hard way, and now you were paying the price.

Moaning softly, you pressed your hand to the wound on your side. It had most likely ruptured or at least scratched a kidney, judging by your extreme pain there and the great deal of blood you were losing. If you didn't get medical attention soon, your chances of survival were dismally low.

Where's Dwayne, anyway?

You wondered, slowly turning your aching head to examine your surroundings. Try as you might, you couldn't see your husband anywhere, at least not anywhere nearby.

That asshole! He said he'd be here, that I had to hold on for him! Hold on for what? He's not even coming!

Closing your eyes, you let out a soft sob that turned into loud, body racking wails. It was quite possibly your last minutes on this earth, and Dwayne still couldn't bring himself to be by your side. What a good for nothing excuse of a husband he was!

As you cried, losing yourself in the excruciating pain you were suffering mentally and physically, a gentle touch on your injured side was unnoticed.

But when you heard a familiar baritone voice whispering in your ear, comfort flooded over you, and you looked up with teary eyes to see Dwayne's concerned face looking back at you.

"Oh, darlin'... you're hurt bad..."

His voice was choked by tears, a rare sight to see.

Your body was getting colder every second, and your vision was slowly giving out. In one monumental effort, you brought your hand up to caress your husband's cheeks. They were damp with tears, so you used the pad of your thumb to brush them away.

"You're... here..."

Speaking was a painful affair, your straining lungs unwilling to let you get more than a few syllables out before seizing up with flashes of lightning-shock-like pain. But you needed to. You had to express what you never could all those nights you tried to, had to get your true emotions out even if they were your last words.

"You... never... loved... me..."

Each word was a Herculean effort, and you could feel the darkness closing in on you quicker with every letter you uttered. Your breathing was becoming shallower and occurring less often, your heart was slowing. You knew this was the end.

In your last moments alive, you looked at Dwayne's face, at the pain etched so clearly into every tiny wrinkle. And you had a realization, one that warmed your halted heart.

"You... do..."

With a slight shudder and one last wail, you breathed your last breath.

Your features were peaceful in death, a stark contrast to the cringing bundle of pain you had been moments before. A small smile graced your lips, as if you were only sleeping and having a pleasant dream. The only proof that you were actually dead was the pool of blood surrounding you and the hole in your side where the bullet had struck you.

Lifting your body gently into his arms, Dwayne kissed your forehead, hoping whatever remnants of your spirit remained within you could feel comforted by the simple show of affection he had waited far too long to show you.

"I love you," he said, repeating it until his voice was hoarse from the effort.

But there was no reply.

You were already gone.

#ncis new orleans #ncis nola #ncis nola fanfic #reblogging is appreciated #please comment #dwayne pride x reader #marriage #unrequited love #angst #hurt no comfort #this will kill you it's so sad #if you cry don't blame me

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stanathanxoox · 2 years ago

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Michael's Human

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Anonymous asked:

Hello! Idk how comfortable ur writing levels are but can you write a fanfic for Sadistic Michael x Masochistic GenNeu Reader (The Good Place)?

It can be from when Michael is still a Bad Place architect/employee, but this sinner *likes* being tortured so it surprises him?? He’s like “oh shit, alright??” Lmao

Can you include bondage, praise kink, scratching, biting, etc? Thank you 😭

Michael couldn’t believe that he’d lucked out when it came to his human. Whilst planning was underway for the good place, he had found that he needed some test subjects to work with and one of the humans that was sent to him was Y/N, they were stunning in Michael’s eyes, absolutely gorgeous in human standards and he didn’t even like humans normally. Though after getting to know Y/N more it surprised him just how masochistic they were, they enjoyed any type of pain that was caused to them. Something that both surprised Michael but also gave him reason to want to test Y/N’s limits, he knew that they had limits but it seemed that Y/N was willing to go pretty damn far, being marked up, spanked and bitten by Michael was something that Y/N seemed to revel in and it just turned Michael on more and more. On one particular occasion when Y/N is striped bare in front of Michael and begging to be bound and choked Michael’s brain short circuits for a second before he quickly finds the rope and begins to tie Y/N up, doing exactly as Y/N asks. He panics when he sees the bruises and hears the whimpers that Y/N lets out but at the gentle encouragement to keep going Michael does and when the two lay spent on the bed, he holds them close to him, placing a kiss on the top of their head as he thinks that he truly found his person in Y/N, they were everything to him and he would do everything in his power to protect them.

Tag List: @tiva-jenry-caskett-rizzles-densi, @jimmybpride, @dressed-just-like-z1ggy, @nikkiwierden, @samchelforever007, @kirkspockbones, @xoncisxncislaxncisnolaox, @lasalle-pride-sebastian-love, @haliannej, @brooklyn-99-amyxjake, @mizzezm, @genius2050, @twilight-twihard, @cullencoven2019, @wxlfgirlx, @luciferxchloeislove, @drethanramsey-ismybabe, @sawyer-oakley-is-mighty-fine, @loverofoneshots, @aelin-thefirebreathingbitchqueen

Tag List for The Good Place: @eleanorandchidixlove

#the good place #the good place fic #the good place imagine #the good place x reader #the good place reader insert #michael tgp #michael tgp imagine #michael tgp x reader

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dxivi · 2 years ago

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okay

So who do I write for you ask? Very good question. I'll throw in some fandoms and put in who I'll write for. (Ill forget to put fandoms in without a doubt so someone remind me of fandoms)

Also I write all three. M!reader, GN!reader and F!reader. (Yes, that includes trans!reader as well)

Fandoms

Criminal minds

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Spencer Reid (That's still a bit doubtful but ill give it a try)

2. COD MWII

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" MacTavish

John Price

I will only do Gaz and any of the others when in combo with the above.

3. NCIS/NCIS:LA/NCIS: New Orleans

No one probably knows of this fandom but here;

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Ziva David

Anthony Dinozzo

Abby Scuito

Mayyyybee Timothy Mcgee but doubtful

Dwayne Pride

Tammy Gregorio

Christopher LaSalle (i haven't watched ncis new orleans in a hot minute so shit might be very ooc)

Sam Hanna

Kensi Blye

G. Callen

Marty Deeks

4. Hawaii Five 0

Even less know abt this one but;

Steven J. Mcgarrett

Daniel Williams

Kono Kalakaua

Chin Ho Kelly

Catherine Rollins (if you dare ask me to paint her in a good light go screw yourself, she fucked up Steve so long. I will not alter her so shes suddenly amazing and heroic.)

5. Bones

Dr. Temperance Brennan aka Bones

Seeley Booth

James Aubrey

6. Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw (his death + fanfics with mav absolutely ended me- I still didnt finish the most hurtful one and its been over a year now)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Possibly: Phoenix

7. The Mentalist

Patrick Jane

8. Sherlock (bbc & movies)

Sherlock Holmes

James Moriarty

John Watson

9. Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester (as a side character)

Crowley

10. The Slasher Fandom

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Freddy Krueger

Stu Matcher

Vincent Sinclair

(Probably more but I don't remember of the top of my head)

11. Marvel Universe

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff

Peter Parker (no smut, kids a fucking minor)

T'Challa (as a loving father type figure but it might be very ooc)

Clint Barton

Honerable mentions for movies/shows/books I don't have enough braincells for to put in but will possibly write for:

The Da Vinci Code

Angels and Demons

Inferno

Dante's Peak

CSI: Miami

CSI: Las Vegas

CSI: NY

Fbi: International

Fbi

THE FUGITIVE (1993)

Law & Order: SVU

Bull (like the show, Dr. Bull)

Jason Bourne

House M.D.

The fallen triology (Olympus has fallen, London has fallen, Angel has fallen)

The Matrix

Rush Hour (i love them <3)

Michael Vey (book)

PJO fandom

HOO fandom

Without a trace

Castle

Elementary

Hannibal (really depends, i only know fanfic of them)

Winx Club (not fate you heathen)

And uhhh- thats it i think? This probably isnt everything because im in so many fandoms of which I didnt watch/see anything besides the fandom itself but yeah- (many of which are on this list, why'd you think dr who isnt here)

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thesweetpianowritingdownmylife · 2 years ago

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So I took a... month long unplanned break from tumblr. Because I was reading this amazing fucking fic

Literally every time I had time with my phone I was reading this. It is fucking life-changing, I've never read such a quality fanfic. It is a fix-it, but it has its own conflicts and plot and an attention to detail that will leave you winded (I do like the sacharinness of a fix-it fic that just seeks to make you feel better, but this is not it. This takes you on a journey).

I know you're looking at that 700k word count and thinking "no way", just as I did, but I promise it is worth it.

Anyway, it took me a bit over two weeks to read it (as I have a full time job, and also I have been cross-stitching like crazy for some presents) and then I thought "hey maybe this would be a good chance to kick the tumblr habit" as it does take a good chunk of my now limited free time... But Eurovision is tonight lmao. I'm not staying away from tumblr for today.

So yeah! In conclusion, I'm alive and go read this fic.

#wangxian #a narrow bridge #fic rec #long fic #avocado talks #half-rec half-life update post #the untamed #burial mounds #fix it

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sorry-i-spaced · 1 year ago

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What was the last book you read (and also what are some favorite books/movies?)

High key I don't think I've read a physical book in literal months! The last physical book I remember starting was The Law of Depravity by Eriq LaSalle.

But I've been reading a lot of fanfics and the last fanfic I read was called Friends In Strange Places by iburninsideatnight on AO3

Last physical book I guess you could count my EMT textbook I'm currently reading to take notes from 🙈

Thanks for the ask!!

#liz says things #thanks for the ask

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thevagabondexpress · 1 year ago

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honestly the thing i love about white city black is that it's so close to being fanfic but then it's not, it's just a shade too original to be that. but if you look closely you can see what inspired it. how it's set in chicago, but in every time period at once. the kings of grant park. alley orczy barefoot in the moonlight on the grass outside the field museum. darcy loy and max morse meeting weekly at the pizza place by lasalle st. station to catch up. there's a signed photo of the both of them, in costume as baedeker and the flickering shadow, up on the wall now by their usual table but still nobody has any idea. people do speculate on why max likes this of all restaurants and who this . . . probable history nerd is that may or may not be a date? (their real partners are well-kept secrets, just in case someone finds their real identities out.) the ghost of marion sun sits on the steps of her memorial and reads the letters her niece left for her, and goes to ask the ghosts in the musem of science and industry about learning how to write letters back.

#white city black #this is my other original story idea #i just haven't talked about it much

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tragicallywicked · 2 years ago

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Atomic Blonde (2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Lorraine Broughton/Delphine Lasalle Characters: Lorraine Broughton, Delphine Lasalle, Emmett Kurzfeld, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Fix-It, Delphine Lasalle Lives, Slow Burn, Idiots in Love, in which Lorraine is worried she'll get Delphine killed, much pain and struggles, but good fights, and eventually good sex, Very Good Sex, I'm Bad At Summaries, I APOLOGIZE

Summary:

"Do you ever wonder what could have been if things had been different?"

Lorraine's gaze locked with Delphine's, a mix of yearning and caution in her eyes. "We're spies, Delphine. We don't dwell on 'what ifs.'"

Delphine's fingertips grazed the rim of her glass, her voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. "But sometimes, Lorraine, the 'what ifs' haunt us the most."

Lorraine's defenses faltered for a brief moment, a flicker of longing crossing her features. "We can't afford distractions. The mission requires our full attention."

Delphine's gaze lingered, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "And yet, here we are, caught between duty and desire."

In which Delphine is alive and has to go on a mission with Lorraine.

#atomic blonde #lorraine x delphine #delphine lasalle #lorraine broughton #charlize theron #sofia boutella #lorraine #delphine #lesbian fic #lgbt #lgbtqia #fanfic #mine

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moonlight-breeze-44 · 2 years ago

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Shelter From the Storm

Shelter from the Storm

Gregorio comes out to her mother. It doesn't go well. Pride is there to remind her in the aftermath, after Tammy falls into old, bad habits, that she has a team-family here in New Orleans that will always love her for exactly who she is.

Pairings: None main; background PerSalle

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Homophobia, disowning, mental health issues/self-esteem issues, self-harm, graphic descriptions of violence/self-harm, blood & injury