#lassie fic

[strangenewwords]

Shassie still a thing?

[pzos-amiserableidiot]

Okay so I’ve tried looking and maybe I’m just bad at finding where everyone else in love with this niche is hiding but like. Carlton Lassiter/Burton Guster from Psych (2006) is an underrated ship. Like I thought maybe in the OT4 people would utilize their dynamic a bit more but no!! They’ll do literally every combo of the ship and leave Gus and Lassie like… never or barely interacting?!? And I’m like guys!!!! There’s so much to be used between those two!!!!

- they both are looking for commitment

- They both are really weird about their cars

- The tap dancing episode!!

- Gus being more serious but still going along with Shawn’s antics. Could help Lassie loosen up a little

- Carlton being more serious and reliable and while weird Gus has his own quirks and is best friends with Shawn. I highly doubt Lassie’s own interests would be much of a turn off.

- I truly think Gus would freak out and go even harder on his ‘Lassie is weird’ thing, trying to get rid of his crush by spending more time with Carlton, being horrified he’s finding his quirks endearing. To the giving in a flirting.

- I think Lassie wouldn’t be as horrified more just ‘really?????? Idiot #2??????’

Like yeah there will definitely be issues like Lassiter always putting his work first and staying late but they’re both romantics and Gus will follow Shawn and like listen. They’d have to work through a lot but so does literally every other pair in the OT4!!!! So I don’t see these as bad things just issues to play with!! Fun angst!!

Maybe I’m not explaining this well at all but I truly think Gus/Lassie is a such a fun little rare pair and underrated dynamic. A lot of what makes Shawn/Gus (specifically not wanting to mess up the current dynamic and one dragging the other into antics) and Gus/Jules (strangers to coworkers to friends to lovers) and Shawn/Lassiter (idiots and denial and fuck ur hot why are you hot) such fun and interesting pairs is what makes Gus/Lassiter fun too!! Strangers to enemies(?) to coworkers to friends to lovers! Denial! Angst! Internal crises!! It’s just so good and I want more.

To further the Gus/Lassiter agenda I recommend the following two fics to everyone. Both are on ao3.

i wanna wake up with your weight by my side by under_the_silk_tree

A Gus sick fic where Lassie has to take care of Gus. Very cute. 8k+ words. One shot

Last Week Gus by under_the_silk_tree

The tags and summary kinda give it away but it’s so !!!!!!! 3k+ words. One shot

[grapesrambles]

I love how Lassie is always the first person shawn goes to when in trouble or danger. Like , in "shawn takes a shot in the dark", he asks them to ring lassiter. Not anyone else in the office , not juliet , not the cheif , but lassie.

It's such a cute detail throughout the series. God I love them so much

[lucy-frostblades]

shassie fanfic writers need to take more advantage of the lie detector the hurt/comfort could be so could

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova: The Wedding Fic

HELLO EVERYONE! I LIVE!!!!!

Over the past few weeks, I've been writing a lovely little wedding fic for Charlotte! I'm so excited to be sharing it with you! Please enjoy Marry Me Beyond the Wall!

Drawings for it coming soon!

[thedollopheadofcamelot]

I just realized a thing

This:

And this:

​(Anyway someone should make a Kurofai Psych AU of some kind or something with Detective Kurogane and pseudo psychic/psychic Fai…)

[0133444]

gus/lassiter sneaks up on ya

[starfish-spencer]

Words: 1,907

General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Lassie wants to ask Jules a very serious question. Shawn isn't sure how to feel about this.

Jules and Lassie friendship fic yay!

Fic under the cut

“Thank you everyone, make sure to send in the reports by noon. And Dobson, I need a statement from everyone who had clocked into the store on Tuesday morning. We need this case closed ASAP.” Chief Vick clicked off the projector and the SBPD employees slowly started to make their way out of the room. Apparently not too many of them understood the meaning of ASAP. 

Shawn yawned and glanced at Gus. He had solved the case in the first few minutes of the meeting. The owner of the store had been committing tax fraud and when one of his employees accidentally discovered his little scheme, the owner murdered her. It was pretty obvious, at least to Shawn. He would just go have a “revelation” to Chief Vick and Psych could collect their much-needed case paycheck. Shawn had set his eyes on an air fryer for the office, and the only one big enough to fit a whole pineapple in it was two-hundred and fifty dollars. 

The reason why Shawn hadn’t already had a “vision” and ended the meeting early was standing next to Chief Vick wearing a gray pantsuit and a pink blouse. These meetings were just an hour–long opportunity for Shawn to stare dreamily at Juliet O’Hara, and he didn’t want to cut that time short. 

He loved noticing things about her: her silver earrings, the way she scrunched up her nose when she was thinking, her little smile when Chief Vick brought attention to her exquisite detective work. Shawn dreamed about taking her out to one of those fancy restaurants where they fold your napkin like a boat and kissing her under the streetlights. Maybe being a man who owned an air fryer would increase his romantic appeal.

Everyone had cleared out of the room except for Shawn, who had been lost in his thoughts of Jules and fried pineapples, and Lassiter, who had been hanging back fiddling with his tie. Instead of walking out the door, he awkwardly approached Shawn and stared at the floor in front of him.

“Hey Spencer, can I talk to you? In private?”

Completely caught off guard, Shawn stared at the detective with his mouth open. His first instinct was to look behind him to see if there was another Spencer that Lassie was talking to. But he and the detective were the only two people in the room. Lassiter was looking past Shawn’s side now, still not making eye contact.

“Uh, sure? Sure thing, Lassie. We can talk,” Shawn said, shaking his head slightly to clear the shock. “Is everything okay?”

Lassiter finally looked forward and met Shawn’s eyes. His brows were furrowed and he looked paler than usual, something Shawn didn’t think was possible. He was also shifting back and forth on his feet and still playing with his tie. He looked nervous.

“It's about O’Hara,” he said quietly. “I want to ask her a question and I'm worried that she'll say no. I require a second opinion, and, as much as I hate to say this, you might… probably… be useful. Maybe.”

A question? A sense of dread filled Shawn, making his face and the back of his neck burn. He could only think of one reason Lassie would be acting like this. 

Shawn silently cursed himself. He had waited too long to tell Jules about his true feelings, and now Lassie was going to ask her out. This might be the worst possible scenario he could think of.

Lassiter was staring at him waiting for a response. Shawn just nodded. It wasn’t often that the psychic was at a loss for words, but he couldn’t think of anything to say that would make this situation better.

“Alright. Meet me in interrogation room B in five minutes,” Lassiter said.

Shawn nodded again, internally screaming. He walked out of the room and grabbed Gus, who was helping McNab pick up some dropped papers off the floor. Gus yelped in pain as Shawn aggressively hauled him up and dragged him to the stairwell.

“Dude, what’s your problem?”

Shawn sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Lassie just told me that he wants to ask Jules a serious question and he wants my opinion on it, for some reason. I—I think he's gonna try to shoot his shot with her.”

Gus’s face softened. Shawn’s feelings for Jules were no secret to him. “Oh.”

“I’ve spent two years imagining us together but I’ve been too much of a commitment–phobe to actually tell her that. When I try to make a move all that comes out are jokes and The Breakfast Club references and ‘close talking.’ I want to kiss her for real, Gus! She probably thinks this is just some immature game to me. And now it’s too late. I can’t believe Lassie’s gonna get her instead!”

“Get her?” Gus raised his eyebrows. “Wow, Shawn. She's her own person, you know. Maybe she's into Lassie and not you. You’ll just have to deal with that. Or, more realistically,” — he held his finger up — “maybe she doesn't want either of you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” Shawn groaned. “I'm just  worried. I mean, those two are always hanging out together and talking and stuff. They do get along really well. I might have lost my chance forever.”

Gus nodded empathetically. “Well, you said Lassie wants your opinion on it. Go find out.” He patted Shawn on the back and walked back over to continue helping a struggling McNab, who had dropped his papers a second time.

Shawn walked down the stairs to interrogation room B. He was dreading this conversation. He stopped outside the room to collect his thoughts, but immediately hated all the thoughts that were running through his head and flung the door open loudly to stop them.

Lassiter was pacing the room, scratching the fabric of his tie again. He was jittery and breathing faster than normal. Oh god, he really is nervous about this, Shawn thought. Lassie cared about Jules, really really cared about her. Shawn’s stomach did another flip.

“Spencer,” Lassiter acknowledged, jumping slightly at the sound of the metal door slamming open.

“Hey, Lassie,” Shawn muttered, leaning on the table and trying not to sound as devastated and jealous as he was feeling. “What did you wanna talk about?” 

Lassiter shuffled around awkwardly. “Okay so, O’Hara and I, we've known each other for a while now. And I don't want to be too… forward by asking her to be my—”

“Uh, the spirits say that's a bad idea!” Shawn interrupted, putting his fingers to his forehead. He didn’t even want to hear the next words out of Lassie’s mouth. “A bad, bad idea! I don’t think it’s right for either of you right now.” 

Lassiter’s face fell and his shoulders slumped.

"You—you don't think she'll want to be my friend?"

Oh shit.

“Wh—” Shawn paused, his fingers still halfway raised. "You were going to ask her to be your… friend?"

Lassiter sighed and waved his hand idly. "Well, I refer to her as my 'coworker' or 'associate' now, but I wanted to ask if she’d be okay with me calling her my 'friend.' Or maybe you’re right, I'm jumping into this too fast. I don’t want to put any pressure on her—”

“Hold up, you just wanted to ask her to be friends? That’s all?” Shawn dropped his arms back to his sides. “Have you ever… had a friend before?”

Lassiter shrugged. “I'm only thirty–nine.” 

Shawn had so many questions about that statement that he elected to just not ask at all. He didn’t have the time to unpack Lassie’s misconception that not experiencing friendship until your thirties was the norm.

“It’s just… I’m asking you, Spencer. I don’t believe for a second that you’re psychic, but you’re a very social person. And I’m… not. I can’t exactly ‘read’ people, and situations. Normally, I disagree with everything you say, but if you could just tell me what you think…” His voice trailed off as he started to look more panicked. “Do you think she'll say no? She's probably going to say no."

“No, no, no, the spirits misunderstood! They were wrong, very wrong, and confused!” Shawn cried, desperate to backtrack and save the conversation. “Don't listen to the spirits. You two are already friends. Best friends. Platonic friends. Just… nothing more than that.”

Lassiter stared at Shawn with wide eyes. “Best friends? Do you think we're at that level yet?”

"Lass, she has you in her phone as 'Bestie,' with a little heart emoji."

"Really!” Lassiter smiled and ran his hand up and down his tie, smoothing it out, but it was more of an excited motion than the nervous fidgeting he was doing before. 

“Seriously man, you’re definitely overthinking this,” Shawn reassured him.

Apparently he had been overthinking, too. He felt relieved. Of course Lassie wasn’t in love with Jules. She was just a true and genuine friend to him, and Lassie wanted to make sure he was doing this friendship thing right. Shawn reached out and patted the detective on the shoulder. 

“She really loves you, buddy, trust me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I got a case to solve and an air fryer to purchase.” 

Lassiter didn’t even seem to be upset that Shawn had beat him at the case. Still beaming, he walked out of the interrogation room, stopping at the door to mutter an “Um, thanks Spencer.”

Shawn started to make his way back up to the Chief’s office, relieved that he had nothing to worry about, and maybe even a little bit touched by how comically serious Lassie was being about the subject. Gus spotted Shawn walking up the stairs and ran over to him.

“You look pleased. Don’t tell me you sabotaged their relationship before it even got started!”

“Gus, don’t be the pair of broken Heelys I lost three years ago. There’s no relationship. It wasn’t about that at all. Lassie’s just kind of… inexperienced in the friendship department.”

“Ohhhh.” Gus chuckled and tilted his head in a “yeah, that checks out” motion. “Well, maybe now you’re motivated to finally tell Jules you love her?”

“I don’t know about that,” Shawn said. “But I think I’m going to invite her to that new burger place on State Street. Pay for the bill and refrain from launching ketchup packets at people and whatnot. You know, show her I can be mature.” 

He held out his fist. “Baby steps.”

“Baby steps,” Gus repeated, returning the fist bump. 

As the two waltzed into Chief Vick’s office to procure their air–fryer funds, Shawn noticed Lassie talking to Jules at her desk. Jules had a half–smile of confusion as she listened to Lassie nervously ask for her hand in friendship. Then she smiled brightly and said something Shawn couldn’t quite hear before pulling Lassie down into a tight hug. Lassie grinned and awkwardly put his arms around her, hugging her back.

Shawn smiled. He was glad they had each other. He knew that one day he would have the courage to tell Jules how much he loved her, to support her and give her everything wonderful she deserved. But until then, she had Lassie to watch her back. 

It was something they had in common, after all. Lassie loved Jules as much as Shawn did, just in a different way.

[ellelans]

''Thick London rain pelting down his neck, Ian Fleming jumped over a puddle and ducked into the low doorway of the Explorers Club. 

As far as gentlemen’s clubs went, Explorers teetered at the edge of respectability, and yet enjoyed quite a reputation. Catering primarily to men whose life’s pursuits turned to aviation, far-away jungles and mountains and dangerous seas, it was known as a place of exotic drinks and wild yarns. 

Not exactly Fleming’s usual scene, but certainly the usual scene of the man he was seeking.'' 

All Is Fair (In Love And Hunt) by @roseszirnheld and BonnieLassie❤️

[princesscolumbia]

Peanut Butter...Chocolate...Lyctoral Consumption...Murder?

So I just got done reading an interesting examination of a moment in Nona the Ninth where Alecto emerges from the depths of Nona's consciousness and chastises Pyrra "I'm not the Lyctor, I'm the (he) Or (she) who Lyct Up" Dve. It was good, it was solid, and it was done with the understanding that OP didn't know for sure as they're not Tasmuir.

So you can imagine what a baseball bat to the head it was to see a Psych AU post where Shawn is dead and haunting Gus.

So guess what fell out of the piñata that is my imagination:

Shawn and Gus were born on the Sixth. They weren't supposed to be doing anything with the lyctoral process, but you know how Shawn is...and Gus is always a step behind. You know how they're "Ride or Die"? Well, Shawn is just smart enough ("...a brilliant mind with no impulse control." -Palamedes, who upon meeting Gideon is eternally but silently grateful that she and Shawn never met) piece together how to become a lyctor just from the available material and a few clever questions to the currently living lyctors without ever stepping foot in Canaan House. Because Shawn's knowledge and understanding of the process is SUPER limited, even more so than Ianthe's when she ate Naberius, they're unaware that one of them's gonna die as part of the process, and it's not going to be the necromancer...which is Gus.

Gus goes along with it because he knows Shawn is going to loop in some other more gullible adept and doesn't want anyone to be dealing with Shawn on one of his hyperfixations that isn't used to dealing with him.

Things are going well...until they aren't, and Shawn realizes he's gonna die, but he figures out how to modify the process while they're in the middle of a failed ascension and they become a lyctor...sorta.

Shawn winds up 'haunting' a now ungodly powerful and immortal Gus. Shawn's spirit is inhabiting Gus' body at the same time as Gus' spirit is "consuming" Shawn's, but since Shawn isn't a braindead result of a transference that's intended to be strictly one way, Shawn is 'eating' Gus' spirit at the same time, creating a cycle where both are feeding each other in perfect lyctoral harmony. They don't twig the Resurrection Beasts because "sin" =/= "dumbass fuckup" and Shawn isn't, strictly speaking, dead. It's a symbiosis rather than a parasitic relationship.

So here these two dumbasses are, neo-lyctors, standing over Shawn's dead body. They figure out that they're going to be so screwed if they're caught and someone figures out what they did, so they destroy the body and bug out as fast as possible...

...landing in the midst of BoE on one of the non-Empire human-occupied systems. They're doing their best to lay low and not twig anyone to the fact that they're from the Empire (Gus, thanks to the neo-lyctorhood, looks like a fine, fit, and dare we say sexy man, so nobody pegs him for a necromancer) and Shawn figures out how to do a fancy kinda-sorta projection where he can actually interact with the physical world while still bonded to Gus.

One day there's a murder nearby and Shawn sees all the clues to figure out who-dun-it, and Gus is all, "Naw, man, they're gonna pick us out as Imperial the second those cops see us!"

Shawn, of course, does everything possible to draw attention to the clues, which catches the attention of (you guessed it) Lassie and his partner. Lasiter is suspicious but can't prove anything because the usual 'tells' for a necromancer or lyctor aren't turning anything up. Shawn feeds Gus some line about some grandparent from a few generations back being an expat from the Empire and so Gus is "able to receive messages from the spirit realm" (just Shawn, obvi) and because they can't prove there's a more direct connection to the Empire than that, the police are forced to let Gus go.

Things play out fairly similar to the pilot of Psych from that point forward, but with Gus having to be the point-man for the whole thing while Shawn is getting better and better at manipulating the world around him, including being able to visually manifest by the time Juliet arrives on-planet. She's one of the refugees of a planet destroyed by a lyctor and is absolutely the best officer ever when it comes to hunting down necros...but since none of her tools or experience include anything like what Shawn and Gus have become, she doesn't figure it out for several years, by which point she's fallen in love with Shawn.

Until we get AtN, I have no idea how this would shake out, but my ideal scenario is somehow Paul and Kirona wind up on this BoE planet that Shawn and Gus are on.

[aspiring-creative-person]

I made another Shassie fic!!!!

Ok sorry for not updating the other one. I’ll get to it… eventually….

I actually wrote this at a different time and am just now posting it so shhhhhhh

Anyway this one is short and funny so here you go ❤️❤️❤️

[sapphosclown]

Pink Ladies AU except they’re cowboys so they’re called the Pink Lassies

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

THERES A DESPEREAUX EPISODE NEXT

but it's 3:45 am and i need to sleep

but shawn wanted to propose

but that scene of them kissing in the doorway

but despereaux

but he drunk dialed her and asked her to move in

but he wants to go to ikea

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova: Shadows and Gold

*Crawls out of my pit of lacking motivation* I HAVE RETURNED. CHARLOTTE'S BACK!

I'm so sorry it took me so long to write this first chapter! As that opening suggested, I've been really struggling to feel motivated to do...Well, just about everything. But I'm starting to get back into it (I'm almost done with the next page of my comic, so I should hopefully be able to post that before the end of the day)! Hoping to get out one more chapter and post some more art before I go on vacation on the 28th, but we'll have to see.

The first chapter of my new Charlotte fic, Shadows and Gold, is now on Ao3! Please enjoy Chapter 1: As My World Burns!

A quick summary in case you've forgotten what the hell this fic is actually about (it's been a hot second since I mentioned it): Six years before the Knighting Ceremony, Queen Valerian has been murdered. Having been framed for the queen's murder, Charlotte Corova is forced to flee from the Institute along with her half-brother, Ambrosius Goldenloin. While the duo struggles to survive as the kingdom hunts them down, friends and allies search for the truth to clear their names.

Lovely tagged people:

@sadgalwrites @floxu @em10-nimonafan2009

[kingtry]

i won't say (i'm in love)

Author: brutongaster (poison_angels) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Fandom: Psych Relationships: Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer Language: English Stats: 1 Chapter (Completed)

Summary:

“Don’t.” Spencer mumbles, so quiet he has to strain his ears to hear it. “What?” Spencer groans, eyes flickering open as he looks directly at Carlton, though his eyes are glassy and barely focused. “Don’t go,” He whispers, hand still wrapped around Carlton’s wrist, “Please.”

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When Shawn shows up to work with a migraine, Carlton doesn't understand why he feels a sudden responsibility to take care of the man.

Autor: brutongaster (poison_angels) Clasificación: Audiencias adolescentes y mayores Fandom: Psych Relaciones: Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer Idioma: Inglés Estado: 1 Capítulo (Terminada)

Resumen:

"No lo hagas". Spencer murmura, tan bajo que tiene que forzar el oído para oírlo. "¿Qué?" Spencer gime, con los ojos abiertos y mirando directamente a Carlton, aunque los tiene vidriosos y apenas enfocados. "No te vayas", susurra, con la mano todavía alrededor de la muñeca de Carlton, "Por favor".

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Cuando Shawn llega al trabajo con migraña, Carlton no entiende por qué siente la repentina responsabilidad de cuidar de él.

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