#major major fic rec!

[hedwig221b]

omg qween goddess supreme hedwig221b can you please, pretty please rec me some regency and/or historical sterek 🥹

hoping you have a good day/night (idk your timezone lol)

Hi, love! You know me so well... historical aus, my beloved 💜

When All the Pieces Fit by NARKOTIKA

"Does he even realize? With the cooking and cleaning andandand—now this fucking baby?" Isaac fumes. Said baby waves its fist in the air, and Stiles bends to haul him onto a hip. The baby babbles something and Stiles nods his head with complete seriousness, as if everything out of its mouth is perfectly sensible and coherent. Then the kid starts mouthing at Stiles' nipple through his dress and everyone goes dead silent. "I'm going to wife him so hard," Ethan announces, and they all break out into argument over who has the best chance at mating the boy in the river.

Elskende by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Stiles is an omega concubine, kept sequestered away in the city of Beacon Hills, waiting for his lord Gerard Argent when the Wulver take the city and the alpha takes the omega.

Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? and manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet.

A Princely Knight by Dexterous_Sinistrous

He would stand by Stiles’ side, a constant shadow of protection until his death. A life for a life, one worth much more than an orphan turned thief turned royal guard could comprehend. In truth, Derek saw the one person he would gladly give his life for, because Stiles made this world better. ~*~ Or, Stiles is a prince and Derek is his knight.

Meant to be One by sunhazeheart

His nerves felt like a live wire was running hot beneath his skin, hands fidgeting with the silken material of his robe. If he had the concentration to spare, he might had worried about tearing it. It was all he could do to sit there at the vanity, eyes squeezed shut, and try to give in the constricting pressure around his chest that said that he was about to fall into a panic attack. Breath in. Breath out. His own heartbeat rushed in his ears. Being mated to the reclusive king with a frightening reputation to his name, bundled away from his home and father, and then surrounded by underwhelmingly distant faces hiding secrets was not how Stiles Stilinski imagine spending his life soon after turning eighteen. He can only remind himself that it is for the good of his people, both old and newly acquired. But, perhaps first assumptions are made too hastily and a fated match can be made, even surrounded by threats of war, revenge and death’s waiting embrace.

The Wolf Lord by mikkimouse

"You never know," Lydia said. "Perhaps the Wolf Lord will ask you to dance tonight." Stiles scoffed. "Oh, yes, of course he will. And then he'll transform into a giant black wolf and whisk me away to his estate to live happily ever after." He rolled his eyes at the thought. "Actually, I rather hope he does ask me to dance. I can tell him how ridiculous these masquerades are."

To Whom The Wolf King Bows by MadcapRomantic

Stiles Stilinski meets The Wolf King, the very boogeyman he'd spent his younger years terrified of; yet the man is little, if anything, like the tales he's heard. But, Stiles has spent the last ten years of his life as a slave, under the harsh whip of the cruel King Gerard Argent, and trusting Derek - trusting anyone - is beyond difficult.

Where the Shadow Ends by Green

Derek goes undercover to Delphi to figure out what's wrong with the oracle. He doesn't mean to fall in love.

The Hills Call

Five years ago, Prince Derek of the Hale Empire had fallen for the son of a Baron, Genim of Stilinski. His mother had not approved, and after some time imprisoned Genim escaped to the Dukedom of the Shore, where he was taken in by Duke Christopher and Lady Allison. Now, Prince Derek is on his deathbed from a poisoning and it is up to Genim, now called Stiles, to nurse him back to health. Wary of the Hale Empire, Stiles returns with their young son to see if he can heal Derek of his illness and escape the threats he still feels from the Empress herself.

The Light in the Woods by DiscontentedWinter

To honour a treaty with the people of a strange land, Derek Hale, prince of the kingdom of Triskelion, has to marry Stiles.

I encourage you heavily to go through the works of Dexterous_Sinistrous and DarkAthena (seraphim_grace), these two are my crushes and I am in awe of their work, it's so good. I could genuinely sit here and list dozens of their fics - I already did list some of my most beloved fics of theirs...

Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | possessive Derek | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott | unrequited love | werewolf!Stiles | dark sterek | single parent!Stiles

[wangxianficrecs]

Looked so alive, turns out i'm not real by KatAnni

Looked so alive, turns out i'm not real

by KatAnni

M, 36k, Wangxian

Part of the MDZS Big Bang 2024

Summary: "Nothing leaves the Burial Mounds alive." Lan Wangji goes on a side mission night hunt with Wei Wuxian during the Sunshot Campaign, and finds out just how true that statement is. Inquiry rings through the room, and Wei Wuxian answers. This of course, has consequences. For the MDZS Big Bang 2024, Collab with Sweetlittlevampire Kay's comments: This story was meant for WIP Rec Week but it posted quicker than I was able to rec it! But it had me aboslutely hooked from the first chapter. Stunning writing and art! A story in which Wei Wuxian maybe doesn't really return from the Burial Mounds alive and Lan Wangji finds out during the Sunshot Campaign and I'm so hyped. Had some really strong cliffhangers in this story and the built-up to the happy ending was devastating. Featuring beautiful art by @sweetlittlevampire Excerpt: As if his strings were cut, Wei Ying crumbled to the ground, his head meeting the floor with a sickening sound, and Lan Wangji was on his feet immediately, Wangji clattering to the ground with a dissonant sound. “Wei Ying!” He sat next to the prone form, his hand shakily reaching for a shoulder, the other a wrist. So still. Not moving. No pulse. “Lan Zhan?” His voice was groggy, as if from far away. Lan Wangji was still holding his wrist, and tried to still his own heartbeat at the lack of one from Wei Ying. “What- Hey!” Wei Ying was on his feet within the next second, his hand withdrawn, and Lan Wangji stared up at him. “What did you do?!” His voice was suddenly sharp, accusing, unforgiving. The flute, that cursed black flute, was in his hands, pointed at Lan Wangji like a knife. Lan Wangji stared, unblinking, as realization seemed to dawn on Wei Ying, as his brows drew together. “You made me say that, with that song! How- Why-”

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, temporary character death, sunshot campaign, major character death, sentient burial mounds, hurt wei wuxian, hurt lan wangji, not actually unrequited love, wei wuxian's three months in the burial mounds, fix-it, somebody lives/not everybody dies

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[lunar-years]

What do you think is the most character accurate fic you've ever read??

Ever read? That's an impossible question lmao. I have been reading fanfics since i was twelve. I have read fanfics I don't even remember 🫡

Obviously it's a subjective question to begin with but part of the fun of fanfic to me is exploring different avenues for characters according to different author's preferences and putting blorbos into incredibly un-canon Situations. But in a lot of those settings what is "in-character" is even more thrown asunder because it's so far removed from anything that would even remotely happen in canon.

I guess what I mean by that is a lot of the fics I read and love don't necessarily align with my personal ideas of/headcanons for a character, yet still remain "character accurate" in my esteem, if you will (I'm thinking, for example, of that one Gay!Roy fic which is EXCELLENT and incredibly in-character imo and yet I still don't personally think Roy The Character is gay. But even though that's generally not how I think of his sexuality I still liked exploring that alternative verse and still recognized that story's Roy as Roy. Does that make sense?)

ANYWAY. going to veer off the specific question and instead just list some miscellaneous recent(ish) favs (or at least ones I think were published after I made my last rec list):

Paperwork by @pghumfort (Roy/Jamie)

Tits Out! also by @pghumfort (Jamie/Keeley)

if anything could fall (it's the world that falls away from me) by scarlettroses (Roy/Jamie)

i came prepared for absolution (if you'd only ask) by scarlettroses (pre-relationship Roy/Jamie); I've definitely recommended this one before but it's SO good on character exploration, especially for Roy. really really complex and meaningful look into his brain. I love it.

I should know (what turns you on) by Dancey96 (Roy/Jamie/Keeley)

It's Fine With Me (if you wanna stay the night) by @shortcuts-make-long-delays (pre-relationship Roy/Jamie/Keeley)

screaming crying throwing up by @morethanslightly (Roy/Jamie/Keeley)

that four letter word by @izzyspussy (Roy/Jamie)

5 Times Phoebe Meddled in Uncle Roy's Love Life... by darkesky

An Invitation by Laurasaurus (Roy/Jamie, Roy/Jamie/Keeley, Roy/Keeley)

Not exactly Cyrano by @destinationtoast (Roy/Jamie/Keeley); I may have recommended this before but now it's finished!! go back and re-read it if you haven't finished it yet...it's so worth it!

Also the Gay Roy one I referenced earlier is so afraid that time will take it all from me by LikeAMovieIOnceSaw. Really such a lovely fic 💕

as always please read the tags and story descriptions and ratings before diving in to make sure they are right for you and your needs etc.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Gah!!!! Stacey! This is an absolute masterpiece!! 😍 I read this, then immediately went back and read it again!!

I'm quoting a bunch, so I'll put it under a cut, so people can read the proper, perfect flow of your words first. ❤️

All it took was a late-night text or the throaty grumble of a familiar engine, and she traded her common sense for a good time.

I mean, wouldn't we all!?!! 🤤

It was a slow burn to the truth. She would never get back the love she gave, yet it didn’t matter.

This broke every piece of my heart. Because I think I'd be the same way. If it helped heal his broken soul, I think I'd be willing to give more to him than he might ever be able to give me back. And my heart breaks for them both. 😓

She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, hoping he’d answer her silent request, ‘Please stay.’

He pulled back, his eyes pleading, “Turn down the noise.”

😩😩 This is exactly what I want to do for this beautiful man. Again, I'm sure we all do! He deserves peace and love and comfort - so much!

This hit me in all my feels! So beautifully expressed! Well done, my friend! Well done!! ❤️

Love-Blind Haze

Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean.

Warnings/Genres etc.: angst.

W/C: 310

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Notes: follow on to Part-time Soulmate

A/N: I took inspiration from Bad Thing by Jesy, and apparently, I'm taking the lyrics literally and holding on like a grudge to Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

It’s a chemical haze, dopamine, serotonin, endorphins - that's all - chemicals. She’s fine alone, happy even. Except, Dean feels like home. Hands stroking the short spiky hairs at the base of his neck, he feels more like home than the plush carpet beneath her feet.

She deserved better. It was more than he could give her. Habits, bad or good, were hard to break, though. All it took was a late-night text or the throaty grumble of a familiar engine, and she traded her common sense for a good time.

Each scrape of her nails made him relax, sinking deeper into her, and she took a morbid sense of pride in that he came to her to calm his mind. He sought her out to silence the world.

It was a slow burn to the truth. She would never get back the love she gave, yet it didn’t matter. Once she had a taste of him, one drink, she had to see the bottle through, and it was a lesson she refused to learn. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, hoping he’d answer her silent request, ‘Please stay.’

He pulled back, his eyes pleading, “Turn down the noise.”

Dean was her drug of choice and she wouldn’t ever be rehabilitated. The tender moments in which she got to witness his serenity, however damaged and short-lived it may be, was what she craved.

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

Strung out in the cloud of Dean, she ignored the signs because the view was too pretty, and the love-blind haze was too enticing. She had a laundry list of bad habits, and every one of them included Dean Winchester. So instead of trying to kick the habit, she’d amplify the fantasy, incapacitate her emotions, and enjoy the time spent with him while she could because he put the fun in dysfunctional.

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[thevioletcaptain]

Day one of the @spnficrecfest called for rec lists featuring fics set in a specific season or era, so here are five of my all-time favorite Purgatory era Dean/Cas fics! I'm also including fics which deal with the immediate aftermath of Dean & Cas' time in Purgatory, as I consider those to be part of the era as well :)

The Legend of the White Light by EllenOfOz | Explicit | 50k Angsty, pine-filled alternate season 8 fic with a happy ending! This was written for the Pinefest a few years back, and it quickly earned a place on my favorite Purgatory fics list. (Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, explicit sexual content)

Ritual by takadainmate | Teen | 10.8k This is a really unique fic that follows Dean, Benny, and an extremely changed Cas through Purgatory. I don't quite know how to describe this one without spoiling it, but... possibly sentient lightning wants Cas dead? Just go read it, it's strange and lovely. (Warnings: none)

Just After, But Before by cymbalism | Explicit | 8.7k As the title says, this fic is set just after Dean and Cas escape from Purgatory -- and unlike the show, they get out together. It's a short and sweet hurt/comfort fic, with Dean looking after Cas after the journey through the portal leaves him weak and injured. (Warnings: explicit sexual content)

What Fun It All Would Be by 8sword | Mature | 22.5k A Purgatory fic that deals with the fact that Dean's half-Amazon daughter Emma must be there, and a really inventive and twisty one at that. When you start reading you're going to be confused. Stick with it. Enjoy the journey -- but mind the tags, and be prepared for pain. This one doesn't have a happy ending. (Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, major character death, body horror, supernatural "drug" use)

Tales of Brave Ulysses by snarklyboojum | Teen | 55.9k This one is just beautifully written -- one of those fics that, despite not having re-read it in a while, I can still picture specific moments perfectly in my mind's eye. It's not an entirely happy ending, but it is a hopeful one, and there's some Where the Wild Things Are stuff in there that's especially fun. (Warnings: graphic depictions of violence)

...AND A BONUS SIXTH FIC:

Redemption Road by multiple authors | Explicit | 652k Technically, this sprawling, slow-burn, round robin masterpiece was written long before Purgatory ever appeared on screen, with fans starting the project during the hiatus between seasons six and seven. The central story follows Dean as he tries to bring Cas back to him after he's been driven to megalomania by the monster souls he consumed during season six. Seeing as a significant part of the story takes place in Purgatory, and it's still one of my all time favorite fics 13 years after it was published, it gets an honorary place on this list. (Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, explicit sexual content)

Check under the cut for links to all of the rec lists I make for this fest! I'll update with new links as I post them :)

Day One - Purgatory Era Day Two - Dean's Canon Kinks Day Three - Long Fics Day Four - Alternate Universes Day Five - Rare Pairs Day Six - Case Fics Day Seven - Tropes Day Eight - Gen Fics Day Nine - Vintage Fics Day Ten - Coda Fics Day Eleven - Mystery List

[irondadfics]

hello! I'm looking for fanfics where Peter dies and the reaction of others to his death, it could be deaths in different ways! I rewatched Avengers: Endgame and I admit that rewatching Peter's death gave me a bit of Peter's death problems...leaving those traumas aside Are there any you can recommend? Thanks for your help!

here are some for you.

The Five People Who Missed Peter Parker the Most by seekrest

And the one who was there when he left. Or... A journey through grief from the perspectives of those Peter Parker left behind.

his shooting star by searchingforstars

Tony and May are tucked up on the sofa. They trade conversation back and forth, quick quips and quiet murmurings until like something inevitable, the changing of the seasons, the turning of the tide, Peter’s name is on both of their lips.  Spider-Man might live on forever, memorialised on the streets of New York City, but Peter lives on in a far more intimate way - in Tony’s thoughts, May’s dreams, the stories shared between them both.  A precious secret for them to hold close to their chests. -- or, after the snap, Tony and May grieve Peter Parker.

the world is collapsing (exploding like a star) (series) by zashizawa

in which peter dies.

The lack of noise (is more haunting than you'll ever know) by Angeeelatin

They started calling him, Spider-man, the hero of the people. It was a title that he had, in the months that followed, never fell short to uphold. And… It was a title he died upholding. or: Peter Parker is dead. This is the aftermath

Funny When You're Dead (How People Start Listening) by pandaluna

After the Snap, the world was in disarray. People turning to dust became the common nightmares with which humanity had to struggle. There was chaos all over the world when people from all around the world panicked and tried to find their loved ones, begging the heavens and every single God in existence for the people they knew to still be alive and well, safely living their lives and not lost in the wind. But then they noticed. They noticed that Spider-Man was gone, too. Queens was the first to notice. The people living in the borough felt unsafe, the familiar flashes of red and blue gone from their streets. They looked for their vigilante – for their hero – everywhere, but he was gone. And once they started talking about it, whispering about the disappearance of their beloved hero, the rest of the city woke up and started demanding answers about where Spider-Man was. Thirteen months after the Snap, Stark Industries released a video called ‘If I Die Young’. Nobody needed to think too hard about what the video would be about. They all just pressed play and watched it.

It Wasn't Supposed to be You by seeingthoughtsthroughwords

He was supposed to do it... Not him. *What if Peter was the one to wield the Infinity stones and reverse the snap?*

Outsider by PinkEasterEggs

Chapter 2: A Father's View

A look into the 5 years Tony spent grieving for his son.

The Long Way Round (series) by undeerqueen

Tony wants him to hold on. Peter just wants to go home.

Febuwhump 2019 by undeerqueen

Chapter 5: Major character death

yikes. warnings for major character death. this is an au set in the not-too-distant future.

other side by cold_nights_summer_days

Peter Parker dies in a tragic accident, and these are the final goodbyes from the three people who loved him the most.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Lais!!! This was utterly FABULOUS!! A perfect Dean and Donna fic!! 😍😍😍 I loved every word!!

Faves and Raves below the cut cause - SPOILERS! 😁

...Donna kept her work as a Sheriff, while Dean became a mechanic, taking jobs mostly in restoring classic cars, and going on hunts from time to time.  

Hell YES! to Dean being a mechanic with hunting on the side! 😍 What a perfect kind of existence for him! 🥹

The woman pushed her fingers through Dean’s hair. It was longer now, for the first time since she met him and, according to Sam, for the first time ever. After a lot of convincing from her part, he agreed to let it grow a little. Everytime a strand would fall on his face, Donna’s heart leaped in her chest. It was the sexiest thing ever. She didn’t know how he managed to look better with age, but she found Dean sexier now than when she met him all those years ago. 

The absolute TRUTH of this statement!! He just gets hotter and hotter! And Dean with the longer hair makes me think of the way he looked in the series finale of The Winchesters! 😍😍🫠🫠

Dean loved the idea. It was going to be their first road trip together, the first time he was taking Donna on a long journey in the Impala ... Plus, she loved the idea of being on the road with Dean and his beloved car. 

OMG!! You have no idea how badly I want to go on a road trip with Dean!! 😩😩 This sounds like heaven!! 😍😍

Every once in a while, Donna would get lost in watching Dean drive. The way he owned that driver’s seat, how his long, broad body filled up the space, it was fascinating to her. 

Hell, yes!! It's hard to describe, or for me to even understand why I find Dean driving so unbelievably sexy!! Doesn't even have to be BADASS driving - just literally put him behind the wheel and I'm like - 🤤🫠

Dean played and sneaked a glance to the other table. The weird dude and his friend had left. 

Good for Dean!! He did that perfectly. Not aggressive or confrontational. Just let the idiot know that this beautiful woman was very taken, and had a badass protector that wouldn't put up with much more crude ogling. 😍

Donna put all of her powerful voice and confidence into the performance, eyes glued to Dean while she sang. She was doing that for herself, as an ego boost, just to prove that she could (with the help of a few drinks - baby steps), but it was also for him. Dean taught her that it was okay to speak her mind, to talk about sex and fantasies and how she wanted to be touched; how she wanted to feel. With that song, she couldn’t be more clear.

Her singing the song was so incredibly sexy!! But it also made me teary!! I LOVE that Dean helps her own her sexuality and feel confident in her beauty!! Donna is so gorgeous and absolutely deserves to know it, and to have someone as amazing as Dean to remind her all the time! 🥹

Four or five pictures later, Dean was done with it. “God, woman, my face hurts from smiling!”. His grumpy complaint made Donna laugh out loud, and seeing her laugh made Dean laugh too, which resulted in a cute photo of them with beautiful smiles.

😍😍😍 OMG!! I just can't with them!!

“Yes, you are, baby. Beautiful, hot, sexy, all blonde and perfect and mine”, he insisted.

🥵🥵🥵 Dear god that's hot!!

“You have me, baby”, he answered, positioning his body on top of her and entering her slowly, just the tip first, knowing he was not small and even with how wet she was, he needed to be careful to not hurt her.

JFC that's killing me - the combination of imagery of his slow push into her, and the way he's so careful not to hurt her! I'm officially dead!! 😵😵

He was fucking her so deep, keeping his cock buried like he wanted to plant his seed into her.

Fuck yes!! I need little Dean and Donna babies! Also - fu-u-u-u-u-u-uh-uh-ck!! 🥵🥵🥵

He pushed her long hair out of the way and placed one hand on the side of her neck, guiding her into the kiss while his other hand was running up and down her thigh, the softness of her skin against his calloused palm a perfect contrast.

OMG!! You included the thigh squeeze gif!! I absolutely can NOT with how hot that is. Dean's fucking hands will be the death of me! 🥵🥵

...thrusting up into her as she grounded down, both of them finding that perfect rhythm, that push and pull that would once more prove how they were meant to be together.

And my heart is swelling with happiness while I'm also drowning with want!! Well done, my friend! Very well done! 🥵🥹🥵🥹

She always loved the smell of him, but especially right now, when it was a mix of the cologne she bought him as a birthday gift, sweat, and sex. The perfect combination. 

Best. Smell. Ever.

He smiled back, thinking that the life he had now was so much more than he ever thought he deserved, that he never thought was even possible. “I love you too, D-Train”. 

OMG! Dean absolutely deserves ALL of this!! 😍

“‘Cause there’s no point. I’m gonna undress you again, probably sooner than later. So, if you wanna sleep now, you better sleep naked and save me the trouble later”

Sexy asshole!! 😆😆

"Okay, Jackie-boy, I hope things are okay up there and that you're not too busy right now. If you are, you can listen to this message later… or, whatever. Not sure if you have a voicemail or something". She shook her head, feeling foolish but needing to get on with what she wanted to do.

Her whole conversation with Jack made me bawl!! But this was so ridiculously adorable and SO Donna, that it made me laugh-cry! 🥹

“God, woman”, he hissed, enjoying the feel of her hot mouth on him. He lifted his head to take a good look at her, the main character of each and every one of his dirty dreams. 

I absolutely love this for him!! 😍 I love that he gets someone to love and desire so completely! 😍

Jody was the friend to first point out how Donna’s previous relationships hadn’t worked because the guys were assholes, and not because there was something wrong with her. But Dean was the first man to show her there were good guys out there, and how amazing it was to be treated with respect and love, to make her feel desired and sexy. 

... Oh, shoot, Dean, what I wanna ask is if you wanna marry me!”

I KNEW it!! Say yes, Dean! Say yes!! 😍😍😍

“And you really thought I would say no to that? Me, Dean Winchester, say no to getting married in freaking Las Vegas?”

Later that day, after they left the chapel as husband and wife and went to celebrate over burgers and beers, Donna sent a few pictures to Jody. Some she kept only for herself and Dean, so they could look at them every once in a while and relive the memory of what happened in Vegas.

I can not express how exceedingly happy this ending made me!!!

This fic was amazing!! You lied when you said there wasn't much plot! This was full of gorgeously executed plot!! You wove their relationship and their love perfectly into the sexy smuttiness!! It was absolutely beautiful! 👏👏👏

Way to come off the bench, my lovely!! 🙌🙌 This was AMAZING! And I'm so grateful you shared it with us!

What Happens in Vegas…

Summary: Dean and Donna are in a relationship and, when they go to Las Vegas on vacation, she makes a decision that can change everything…

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Warnings: +18 story! Do not read if you’re underage! Smut, descriptions of sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, little tiny bit of angst and body insecurities. Post series finale. 

Word count: 7,100~ (I’m sorry I have no self-control)

A/N: What inspired me to write this story was Briana Buckmaster’s Instagram post about JIBCon 2023. I used her photos for the header. I hope you enjoy it! 

A/N 2: This story can be read both as a one-shot or as a sequel to On My Way To You. Your choice ;)

A/N 3: I don’t own the song lyrics or the gif I used in this story. If you’re the owner of the gif, let me know and I’ll happily include the source. 

MY MASTERLIST

Since Chuck was defeated, monsters got more rare and hunting became more of a side job for the Winchesters than their main activities. For Dean, that also meant he got to spend more time with Donna.

They’ve been together for almost three years but, for most of that time, they would be away from each other for long periods. With the defeat of their biggest enemy, Donna kept her work as a Sheriff, while Dean became a mechanic, taking jobs mostly in restoring classic cars, and going on hunts from time to time.  

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[blondemrk]

CRIMSON DREAM ୨୧ ot7 nct dream written series

chapter 1

new town . . . 1.9k

the sound of gravel crunching under tires was the only noise as y/n’s car pulled into the driveway of her new apartment building. it wasn’t much—just a modest unit tucked away in a sleepy little town—but it was hers. for the first time in years, she had the chance to start over. no baggage, no expectations, just the promise of a quiet, uncomplicated life. sliding out of the car, y/n looked up at the old brick building. it had charm, even if it was a little worn around the edges. ivy crawled up one side, and a weathered sign out front read, eastwood apartments. she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and took a deep breath before heading inside.

the apartment itself was small but cozy: a living room that doubled as a dining space, a tiny kitchen, and a single bedroom. it smelled faintly of lavender, probably from the scented candle the landlord left behind as a welcome gift. as y/n unpacked her boxes, she glanced out the window at the view of the sleepy town below. it was nothing like the bustling city she’d left behind. the streets were quiet, the air was fresh, and the horizon stretched on endlessly.

she smiled to herself. maybe this was exactly what she needed

y/n’s footsteps echoed softly on the cobblestone streets as she made her way to the book nook, the cozy bookstore café that had become her sanctuary over the past few days. eastwood was small—perhaps too small—but it had its charm. the slower pace of life was a welcome change after everything she’d left behind. the bustle of the city had become suffocating, and the weight of the past few months had made her question everything. a toxic relationship, family struggles, and the feeling of being stuck—it was time for something new. a fresh start.  

she’d found the job at the book nook on a whim. a small, tucked-away café nestled between rows of book stacks, it was everything y/n needed. quiet. simple. a place to unwind and, for the first time in months, to breathe. the smell of old pages and fresh coffee was a comfort she hadn’t realized she missed.  

as y/n entered, the bell above the door chimed, signaling her arrival. she smiled at the familiar face of renjun, the soft-spoken part-time worker. he was always a little reserved, but kind.  

“morning, renjun,” she greeted him as she hung up her jacket on the coat rack.  

renjun looked up from the counter and nodded politely. “good morning, y/n.” his tone was warm, though his smile was brief. he was one of those people who didn’t say much, but his presence was reassuring.

she glanced over to the espresso machine, where haechan was pulling shots. haechan was the opposite of renjun. loud, playful, and always full of energy, he was the one who kept the atmosphere light.  

“you’re late,” haechan teased without looking up from his work, the corners of his mouth curling into a mischievous grin.  

“i’m not late. i’m just... punctuality-challenged,” y/n replied with a laugh, tying her apron around her waist.  

“you were late yesterday,” haechan pointed out, his voice laced with amusement. “but don’t worry, i’ll let it slide… this time.”  

renjun chuckled softly as he wiped down the counter. “give her a break, haechan. everyone messes up at first.”  

y/n blushed a little, grateful for renjun’s defense. she wasn’t great with the coffee machine, still fumbling with the settings. haechan’s teasing had become part of the routine, but she didn’t mind—it made the day go by faster.  

as the hours passed, the small café grew busier, the soft chatter of the customers blending with the clinking of mugs and the soft hum of the espresso machine. y/n quickly got into the rhythm of things, chatting with customers about books and coffee, occasionally being interrupted by haechan’s playful remarks.  

but despite the cozy, comforting environment, there was a part of her that couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.  

it wasn’t anything obvious—no one had been staring at her outright—but every now and then, when she’d glance up from the counter or out the window, she’d catch a shadow lingering in her peripheral vision. her heart would skip a beat, but she’d dismiss it.  

it’s nothing, she told herself. you’re just nervous about being in a new place.  

the feeling seemed to intensify toward closing time. as she wiped down the tables and started stacking the books back in their proper places, she glanced outside. the street was empty, the usual silence of the town settling over her. but as she locked the door and turned off the lights, she could have sworn she saw a figure standing in the shadows across the street.  

her breath caught in her throat, and she hesitated for a moment, staring at the dark shape. it’s probably just someone out for a walk, she thought, trying to rationalize it. still, the unease gnawed at her.  

after locking the door and adjusting her bag, she hurried out of the café, keeping her head low. the walk home was short, but her senses were heightened now. every rustling leaf, every distant sound, seemed amplified in the stillness. she kept her pace quick, trying to shake the strange feeling creeping up her spine.  

she made it back to her apartment without incident, but the discomfort lingered. standing in front of her door, she felt a cold chill wash over her. it wasn’t the weather—it was something else, something deeper.  

stop being paranoid, she thought, shaking her head. but the feeling didn’t fade.  

that night, as she sat on her couch, reading a book she’d picked up at the store earlier, she couldn’t shake the odd sense that something was watching her. it wasn’t as if she felt eyes on her from the apartment, but rather the unsettling feeling that someone—or something—was waiting just beyond her reach.  

she tried to push the thought away, but her heart raced every time she glanced toward the window. she finally put her book down and let out a shaky breath.  

“you’re just tired,” she whispered to herself, forcing her mind to settle. “you’re just adjusting to all of this.”  

but deep down, she knew it wasn’t just that.  

tomorrow would be a new day, and maybe she’d feel differently. but for now, she could only wonder: had she truly left the past behind? or was it following her—quietly, patiently—waiting for the right moment to find her again?

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Day 25: Holiday (national holiday)

📚 Minor Fall, Major Lift by @tackytigerfic

Draco/Harry, 10.9 k, E

Written for @hd-tarot

Summary:

Harry Potter is telling people’s fortunes in a tent in the Atrium at the Ministry Christmas party. Draco thinks Divination is a load of rubbish. But the cards never lie...

I���M SO HAPPY FOR THIS PROMPT, because I was dying to write another Tacky rec so y’all go and add all of their fics to your TBR list <3

Okay, now, for this particular gem. It’s just the superb read for when you are cuddled up on the sofa by the Christmas tree, bundled up in blankets with just the fairy lights on and a winter tea on a sidetable. It has reminded me strangely of The Nutcracker. The way the characters have all those fantastical adventures but they are all dreams? Which are so intense that they believe them to be true when they wake?

The way Tacky incorporates the tarot cards and builds the plot around them – chef’s kiss. The way each card is represented with a rich dream sequence allegory? Double chef's kiss. In their quest to discover the meaning of Draco's cards, the boys set off on various peculiar adventures within their dreams.

Get ready for ⚔ Harry as a knight wearing full armour while Draco is still in his pyjamas, 🌷 Narcissa and her garden as the Lady (which never fails to make me cry, thank you very much @dodgerkedavra), 🌘 the Marauders in their animagi forms on the Moon (yes, you're reading this right, it's amazing), 🐇 Magician!Harry with the classic rabbit-out-of-the hat party trick and a rabbit patronus (which will also make you cry if you've read @letteredletteredred's The Boy Who Only Lived Twice. And if you haven't, go and read it, why miss opportuninity for a good cry about a fic??).

Thank you for this christmassy prompt @hprecfest! 🎄

Enjoy some excerpts and spoilers under the cut and don't forget to give @tackytigerfic some love in the comments and kudos 💝

Draco feels lightheaded. Too much wine, too much heat, too much Harry Potter.

Yep, I get you boy.

“It’s about guilt, and regret, and fear. So it probably makes sense that we’re here. Where do you keep your trauma?”

Ouch!!! Harry does not beat around the bush.

Draco doesn’t have time to think at all, so he just does the only thing that makes sense, which is to drop the sack and draw the closest sword out of it. It’s a thin, supple blade and as he swishes it experimentally in the air he can almost hear the sing of the metal. “Careful where you point that thing,” Potter says. His own sword is broad-bladed and very sharp; he needs two hands to swing it. “Swordsmanship is a Malfoy gift, Potter,” Draco tells him loftily.

Firstly, boys as knights. Wow. Secondly, I immediately thought about Draco's sword as Arya Stark’s Needle and then Harry says "Careful where you point that thing,” and I’m like STICK EM WITH THE POINTY END 😭

“If I regaled you with the details every time I had a dream about you,” Draco tells him, “I’d have been fired for gross misconduct long ago.”

Ehehehe 😇😇😇

“It’s a good one,” Harry says, and with a click of his fingers the card jumps in his hand, turns face up. “Ace of Wands.” A hand, a wand, sunshine, and in the distance, a house, all the lights on. Magic, Draco thinks. “Dinner would be nice,” he says, and Harry smiles.

A good card for our boys!! 😭💜

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✰ sinking lily pads

— synopsis. he thrived in the sorcerer world, she was forced into it. how could two people that strayed so differently from each other become so close?

— pairing. gojo x oc!fem!reader (main), toji fushiguro x oc!fem!reader

— word count. 5.1k

— contents. mentions of child abuse, neglect, abandonment, angsty asf, injuries, blood/gore, depressing thoughts, dissociation, mentions of death, jjk violence/fighting

— notes. first post ♡

series masterlist

✰ chapter one. moon dair

March 10th, 1999

The young girl had been gripping her Father’s pants, the fabric balling up in her tiny fist as she observed the group of people standing in front of her. All of them glaring down at her, some faces scowling, some with sinister smiles. She shivered underneath all their gazes, the pounding of her heart the only thing she could hear. The conversation above blocked out by her own fear. 

“We are holding up our end of the deal, now it’s time for you to do the same.” 

The girl’s Father sighed in relief, muscles untensing as he realized that his family were finally free. Finally safe. Well, at least the family he cared about. His gaze shifted down to the shaking girl beside him, his eyes narrowing at her tight grip on him. He reached down, gripping the girl’s hand and peeling it from his pants. The girl whimpered, trying to reach for him again, but he had crouched down and held her shoulders. Keeping her a safe distance away from him. 

Despite her glossy eyes, the way her bottom lip quivered– he stared at her with no emotion. No words were spoken at first, only the sound of heavy breathing as the young girl searched desperately into her Father’s eyes for an answer to the end of this nightmare. 

“Do you love this family?” He asked her, his stare intimidating as to warn her that there was only a right answer. 

The girl switched from eye to eye, her heavy pants filling the moments of silence. It was a simple question, one that could be easily answered. Of course she did. Despite the years of abuse, the torturous nights of correctment. Her heart would have room for her family, something that she couldn’t control. Even in the moment that she realized what her Father was doing, she still had room in her heart for him. For her Mother, her siblings. Everyone. 

“Yes Father.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but it was loud enough for him to hear. 

“Then you’ll make us proud. You’ll do this family right by doing your part.” He told her, leaving no room for her to interrupt. 

Your part. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat had the girl jumping, forgetting that there was an audience. Sneaking a glance to her left, she shrunk into herself at the stares from the group. Her Father didn’t say another word to her as he stood upright, grabbing her shoulder and shoving her to the groups feet. The young girl didn’t have time to react, didn’t have time to utter a sound as she was already being gripped by the strangers hands. 

The whole ordeal, she hadn’t shed a tear. Her lash line desperately collecting them, holding them back as she tried to keep it together. Her strength vanished though the second she saw her Father’s backside getting farther away, the way he didn’t look back once. Despite her sick assumption that he wouldn’t turn around, she kept her eyes unblinking– watching his form all the way until he was no longer in sight. 

It was then, the first tear was finally shed.

She felt paralyzed in a weird position. She wasn’t sure whether to do it for herself, prove to herself, that she was worthy— that she could make her family proud. She also didn’t know if making her family proud would even matter by the end, clearly evident that they had left her and were never going to come back for her.

Had things really come down to it? Where she had to be the one that carried the burden of this impossible task, this wild deal. Was she really the one that could bring her family peace?

But at what expense, her happiness? Was she a filler for everybody else’s lives?

What was her purpose? She wondered.

Was her only purpose, proving to only the ghost of her family now— that she could do it?

The room she was kept in was dull— blank of any personality. The rationing of food was little, but she learned quickly not to complain to take anything that she got. The air was always thick with tension like she had to tiptoe around these people— these strangers.

It wasn’t often when people would speak to her, days going by without anybody even recognizing her existence. I guess in a way she was glad for that, as she also learned quickly that too much attention ended in bad endings.

Despite her age, she knew full well that she was being used for something greater than she could understand.

She had known that she was different all her life, her family, mocking and reminding her every day that she wasn’t like the rest. Rather than reassurance, she was taunted for it— for being different. For being powerful.

For that, she was powerful— one of the most powerful that would ever walk the Earth. Though, she didn’t know it yet.

It was on a rainy Tuesday after she received her minuscule lunch— that she recognized a young boy around her age sitting on a bench outside. Immediately he had peaked her interest, as she recognized, he was letting the rain drench him without a care in the world.

Who was he? She wondered.

The lack of children that wandered this place, it added to the magnetic pull she felt towards him— she had to know him.

But despite her curiosity, she stayed put in her room, only watching him from her window.

The boy was pale, jet black hair covering his head. She could tell he was built, which was odd, considering he was only a child— just like she was.

She was curious as to what his face looked like, what his expression was. But all the times that she would see him outside, sitting on the same bench, whether it was raining or sunny— she never got a decent look. Perhaps that was the push that she needed— the push to seek him out one day.

She had lost track of what day it was, her chaotic mind and her thoughts, taking up all her headspace.

It was fairly a nice day when she wandered outside, and, despite her allowed to do that— she was tense and on edge. She waited to be punished for doing absolutely nothing wrong.

A bad habit perhaps.

She didn’t try to quiet her steps as she approached the boy on the bench, giving him sound queues to know that she was approaching. She wondered if he heard her approaching, giving that he didn’t care to turn to investigate.

The closer she got, the more evident it became that he was lost in his own thoughts.

“Go away.” The boy mumbled, surprising the girl with how gentle his voice sounded.

Her curiosity ignored his comment, deepening her interest with him.

The boy must have sensed her lack of understanding, as he turned to see her rooted in the same spot. It was his turn to furrow his brows in curiosity, studying her watchful gaze.

He known of someone new arriving, wondering deep down if she had come willingly— or rather than. But he hadn’t found himself to care enough to seek her out— meet her. He assumed she’d be like the rest that had come and gone, never to leave their trace again. All while he stayed trapped here. But despite his inner voice telling him to walk away, he spoke to her again.

Her silence was intriguing.

“You’re new here.” He stated, not needing her confirmation.

The girl nodded, ignoring his discomfort and taking a seat on the bench next to him— but sitting far apart, almost falling off the edge.

The boy noticed her effort to not touch him, and whether it was because she was hesitant of him— or rather trying to respect his space. His heart couldn’t help but beat a little faster, kind gestures foreign to him.

“What do they call you?” He asked.

She thought for a moment how odd of wording it was to ask for one’s name.

“Moon dair.” She whispered, her tone unsure.

The boy tried to smile, but found himself exhausted to do so. All he could manage was a nod of recognition.

“Cool name,” he commented, “I’m Toji.”

Toji. 

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, happy to finally put a name to the boy. 

The boy watched her face light up, and he wondered what the cause of that was. Did he dare ask? Did he care?

“You’re quiet.” He said instead. 

She made no reaction that his comment bothered her, suppose she was quiet. It wasn’t often she was asked to speak, or that she was spoken to. With her family, she was practically a ghost. Even now in this foreign environment, she didn’t feel the need to talk– nor did she feel like she should. 

“I’m not used to it.” She admitted quietly. 

Toji furrowed his brows, studying her expression as he noticed her small smile had vanished. 

“Not used to what? Talking?” He asked.

She nodded, shrugging her shoulders– fiddling with her fingers in her lap. 

“That’s weird.” He said, not caring about his bluntness. 

She frowned this time, crossing her arms. 

“It’s not my fault.” She defended herself. 

Toji chuckled, surprising her with the sudden sound. 

“Hey, that's the loudest I’ve heard you yet.” He joked, running a hand through his hair. 

She rolled her eyes and tried to hide her smile, admitting to herself that it was kinda funny. 

It was quiet for a bit, the relaxing ambience of the outside calming the two. The wind caressed their faces, as their hair floated in the breeze.

It was a comfortable silence, they both thought. 

It was the silence that gave Moon time to get lost in her thoughts.

“What are you doing out here?” She asked quietly.

Toji turned to her with furrowed brows, and despite his confusion– his expression was gentle. She could almost get a read of him, the longer she looked into his eyes. He seemed… tired. 

“I didn’t know sitting here wasn’t allowed.” He uttered. 

“You are, I just see you out here a lot,” She stated, “Guess I’m just curious.” 

Toji chuckled again, and he wondered when the last time he laughed so much– let alone crack a smile. 

“Oh, you’ve been stalking me?” He joked again, chcukling again when he watched her cheeks flush red in embarrassment. 

“N-no–I just– my window looks out to this bench so… I’ve seen you here before. A lot actually.” She stumbled over her words, trying not to seem creepy. 

It was too late though, she realized how weird her words sounded. 

While it was entertaining to see Moon so flustered, he couldn’t keep torturing her. 

“It’s quiet and calming here,” He told her truthfully, “A little escape from… things.”

She listened and tilted her head at the end, the vague answer peeking her interest even more. 

“Escape from what things?” She wondered. 

Toji looked away from her this time, instead focusing on the trees swaying from the wind. Truthfully he didn’t care too much about the view, he was just afraid that she’d see the answer within his eyes. He noticed her observant gaze immediately, and despite him oddly trusting her already– he knew better than to disobey his family. 

“Family drama.” He told her instead, risking a glance at her. 

Despite his unsure tone, she seemed to believe him and took her turn to gaze at the trees. He noticed her face losing its light, the mention of his family hitting a nerve within her. 

Why? He wondered. 

“I’m sorry, I get it.” She said instead. 

Toji leaned forward and tried to get a good look of her face, and he was shocked to find such a vulnerable expression upon her features. 

While his family drama wasn’t a complete lie, he felt a little bad that she was trying to relate.

“What happened?” He asked, curiosity eating at him. 

She took a deep breath before facing him again, but her eyes couldn’t hold his gaze for too long. He noticed. 

“I’m here. That’s what happened.” She whispered, relaxing her awful situation once again. 

Toji didn’t quite understand what she meant by that, but also found himself staying quiet as he felt bad. He didn’t want to push her, and didn't want to upset her further. 

Why do I care? He thought. Odd. 

“Toji. Come now.” A stern voice called from the building doors. 

She watched as Toji stiffened up at the sound of his name falling from the man. She couldn’t help her own body tensing up, feeling like she’d been caught doing something– when it was the complete opposite. She was doing nothing wrong, so why did she feel ashamed for sitting here. 

Toji sent her a look that she couldn’t understand in the moment, and watched as he said nothing else and left. Walking with his head down into the building, avoiding the harsh glare from the man. 

All too soon, she was left alone with her thoughts. Gazing at the trees, it didn’t feel relaxing anymore– and she wondered why. 

It felt colder all of a sudden, the wind biting into her cheeks. The bench felt harder, more uncomfortable than before. It wasn’t relaxing at all– but why now?

All these thoughts quickly got overpowered, the only thought running through her mind being Toji. He was the first person to recognize her existence, to show even a sliver of kindness. It was nice to finally talk to someone, without worrying about their judgmental stare. 

She didn’t know why she missed him as much as she did, she had just met him. 

It was easy to grow attached to the nice things in life when surrounded by bad. She figured. 

Where did you go Toji?

8 years later…

The feeling of her lungs burning, begging for untouched air was the first thing that came to her. The rubble of the fractured wall weighed down on her, her legs trapped underneath destruction. She whined in frustration, her mind hazy– her body exhausted. 

9 lives was an incredibly powerful technique, letting her cheat death even in moments where she shouldn't of. But of course, with the good always comes the bad. The outside perspective only saw the person coming back to life, but to her– it was the most excruciating feeling she’d ever experience. Yes, she would be alive once again– but she was forced to feel her body heal. All the hurt she endured to lead to her first death, she could now feel reversing– she almost wished she could die at this point. Her enemy hadn’t realized she had the 9 lives technique, unaware that the cause of her death would happen to them as well– a mirror defense. 

Slowly she was able to crawl out from under the rubble, using her growing strength to lift the wall off of her body. Her lungs squeezed painfully, gulping in the dusted air– desperate for breaths. Her body wracked with violent coughs as she was on her hands and knees, hunched over and retching blood clumps out of her system. It was quite a nasty technique– but it was rare that anyone was around to witness her healing process. 

8 lives left. 

The realization wasn’t as rewarding as she thought– quite the opposite. She was closer to her permanent death that she knew would eventually come. Her eyes stayed unfocused on the ground in front of her, her nose burning and her throat tightening with the harsh reality of it all. Although she was immortal to an extent, the mental toll of dying didn’t lessen as she hoped it would. She was stuck in this odd transition, her mind not catching up with the truth that she was indeed still alive. She didn’t feel connected to herself, she felt as if a part of her soul had truly been destroyed– as if a piece of her was left behind. 

Her phone buzzed within the rubble, the distorted sound snapping her back to the present. She reached under a piece of the fractured wall, pulling her phone out to see who was calling. 

Gojo.

The name lit up her dull features, before the phone gave up– the screen shutting off. She didn’t have time to answer, letting the broken phone fall back into the rubble. Not letting herself give him another thought, she stood finally– doing her best to guide her way out of the destruction. She knew he’d be confused as to why she didn’t answer, but she didn’t care– not right now. 

To her, the relationship between Gojo and herself– it was confusing. Despite her obvious distaste for the man, he continued to stick around. She thought he was incredibly annoying, getting on her nerves quicker than anyone she’d ever met before. She couldn’t stand him, just the thought of past teasing and mocking he had done, it had her blood boiling. She learned quickly that her efforts to push him away– they were pointless. It was evident that he didn’t listen to a thing she said anyway. Her pleads for him to leave her alone were practically said to deaf ears. 

Taking a deep breath, she felt frustrated with herself. Although she had just promised to not think about him– that's all she was doing. Even when he wasn’t around, he still managed to bother her. She didn’t like being so hateful, but after everything she had been through– she refused to let herself get close to anyone ever again.

She also couldn’t deny her raging jealousy she had for the white haired sorcerer. She was jealous of his upbringing, the way he had everything he ever wanted growing up. How he was born from riches, living in luxury to this very day– never worrying about the struggles to survive.

She continued walking, in no rush to make it back home. She didn’t want her peers to see her so disconnected. She was alive and well now, body healed– no evidence that she had ever gotten killed.

So why did she still feel dead inside?

“Why the sad face?” Geto’s voice had startled her out of her, not realizing she arrived back at the school. “The mission was successful, was it not?”

He sat all relaxed on the stairs, where he usually was after a long day. She assumed it was to watch the sun set, she really didn’t know.

She nodded, making her way over to him and sitting down on the stairs near him— but careful to not sit too close. Geto narrowed his gaze, always wondering why she did that.

“Then why the long face?” He pushed.

She sighed, letting her elbows rest on her knees— holding her face in her hands.

“Just tired.” She mumbled through her palms.

Geto hummed, but wasn’t buying it.

“Seems like you’re always tired, hm?” He pointed out.

She raised her head from her hands, glancing over to him with a really look.

“Maybe I’m just a tired person.” She came up with.

Geto just stared at her, slightly offended that she would think he’d believe these lies— and trust him. He knew she was a terrible liar— the worst actually. Yet, she continued to try.

“You know, it’s okay to not be okay.” He started, his features softer. “You don’t have to be so strong all the time. You’re still a person underneath being a sorcerer. You’re allowed to feel.”

Geto’s words had struck within Moon. She knew he was right but she didn’t want to admit that to herself. Sure, she could show how she was truly feeling underneath the act— but then she’d be vulnerable. Weakness only ends up with people getting hurt. She couldn’t do that.

She wouldn’t.

“I appreciate whatever you’re trying to prove here, but like I said— I’m just tired.” She told him, standing up and leaving to her room.

Leaving Geto on the stairs, missing the concerned look he sent her as she walked away.

What’s happening in that head of yours Miss Dair? He thought hopelessly.

She knew it would’ve been too easy to make it back to her room without anymore interactions. She had thought she did however, until she heard the all too familiar voice calling out for her.

The sound making her ears ring, the exhaustion causing any noise at all to make her wince.

“Look who’s found their way back home.” The white haired sorcerer called out.

Home.

It was funny to her that he referred to this place as such. Was it? If so— why didn’t she feel the same way?

She hummed in response, digging her hand in her pants pocket, searching for her keys.

“Heard the mission was a success. I’m impressed really, thought you would’ve struggled a bit more.” He told her, trying to get under her skin.

Instead of feeling offended from his words, she wondered how the hell the word spread so fast that she completed the mission. She had just gotten home— the only person she told and not on purpose, being Geto.

“Geto told you that, huh?” Moon asked quietly, not really interested in an answer.

“Told me, maybe I asked— who knows. All I know is that you’re alive and well.” He shrugged his shoulders, walking closer to her until he was at her doorframe.

One thing about Gojo: he didn’t respect personal space. Boundaries? Didn’t know it.

Her fingers finally grasped her key ring, pulling it out and swiftly unlocking her door. Without giving him another glance she entered her room, moving to shut the door with her foot— but of course Gojo snuck in before she could shut him out.

“Gojo, I’m tired— don’t want company right now.” She mumbled, throwing her bag down and shimming off her jacket.

He tilted his head down, letting his eyes peek over his glasses that sat low on his nose.

“Hmm, why does it feel like you’re trying to get rid of me?” He wondered, already knowing the answer.

Throwing down her jacket, she made her way to the small kitchen area— pouring herself a glass of water. Not realizing until now that her throat was incredibly dry, aching dully.

After taking a moment and letting the cool liquid soothe her throat, she glanced back to the lanky man.

She was caught off guard when she was met with such a concerned look. She only got a quick glance of his furrowed brows, the way he was almost studying her— that was until he straightened back up, putting back on his teasing expression.

“What are you thinking about Nines?” He wondered out loud.

Nines.

A causal nickname that didn’t hold its true meaning anymore. It was then Moon wondered when she should tell him— or anyone for that matter, that she now only had eight lives left.

She chewed on her bottom lip, getting stuck in her head. Should’ve been an easy question to answer, but her mind wasn’t kind.

Gojo of course noticed, he noticed almost everything about her. The tics she’d fall to when stuck in her head, the way she could almost forget someone else was in the room with her. Her micro expressions that she thought nobody saw— he did. He always did. Even then, he found her the hardest person to read— thus why he was always asking the question.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asked again, quieter— more sincere.

She ignored his attempt at flirting almost instantly, knowing he would try again and again to get some kind of reaction. She saw nothing significant about the pet name— he did it with practically anyone.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She whispered, turning her glass upside down and placing in the sink.

His six eyes followed her movements, glancing back up to her eyes.

“I asked didn’t I?” He teased, but frowned when you still hadn’t cracked a smile.

Not that you ever did anyway— but every now and then he could.

One thing that Moon despised, was being vulnerable in front of others– especially Gojo. Although there was something about his aura that made her want to lay everything out, really tell him that she was suffering in the hell that was her head– confess everything that kept her up at night. The doubts, the horrors that plagued her when she closed her eyes. But if she was anything– she was stubborn. She wouldn’t allow the words to pass through her lips– not without difficulty that is. 

“I…” She started, staring at a random spot in the sink, “I don’t know.” 

Moon heard the familiar sound of glasses folding, the metal scraping the sides of his pockets. Glancing up, she was met with the incredible glow of his blue eyes. She had to take a deep breath, blinking rapidly to avoid getting hypnotized. It was often she’d get lost in his eyes, the way they could almost speak for themself. If Gojo didn’t have words to speak– his eyes certainly did that for him. 

“Ah, but you do know. You’re just really bad at this whole… talking thing. Wouldn’t you agree?” He called her out, blunt as ever. 

She couldn’t bring herself to care– or be offended by any means. He was right, as always. She thought quickly that maybe that’s another reason for her hatred for him– he seemed to know her better than she knew herself. 

She hummed in agreement, walking past him to get to her couch. She felt exhausted the longer she stood– needing to sit down to relax her muscles. 

Gojo eyes her figure, all the way to the couch– before moving to follow and taking a seat next to her. 

Moon thought suddenly, the eight lives that she had left. Surely, Gojo deserved to know. Not because of his worry for her well being– because yeah right. The right that he know strictly professional– she worked with him. It was important he knew. 

The white haired sorcerer sat, body facing her– waiting patiently and quietly for her to speak. For someone for easily labeled as annoying– he was pretty silent at the moment. Only because he was so lost in thought, trying to figure Moon out if she wasn't going to talk. That was why he often found himself mute, too focused to strike up conversation. 

“Eight.” She whispered, finally breaking the silence. 

His blue eyes examined her expression, trying to understand such a vague statement. His brows pulled together, his tongue jutting out to wet his lips. 

“Huh?” He wondered, “Nines, what are you tal–” 

“You need to stop calling me Nines.” She told him, her voice louder than the last time she spoke. 

For a moment she watched his face grow more lost, his expression confusion. But with the long look at her pain stricken face– he knew almost instantly what she meant. His body suddenly tensed, and his hands felt colder. It was odd that the first emotion he finally felt was anger, his hands tightening into fists. His eyes narrowed at her, his jaw clenched tightly– almost positive she could see the flexing from her spot. 

He adjusted himself, leaning forward with his elbows supported by his thighs, still facing her small form. 

“So what the fuck happened on the mission?” He growled out. 

She swallowed, and stared at her hands down on her lap. She didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes– and she knew she would. His eyes were so expressive, it might as well be written in them. 

“Things happen, you know that.” She defended, still staring at her lap, “I have The Nine Lives Technique for a reason.” 

Gojo kept quiet, his teeth grinding together in attempt to keep his true thoughts inside. He nodded his head, despite him not agreeing or being okay with this situation. 

“Answer this for me then,” He started, his voice still stern, “Were you ever gonna tell anyone?” 

She looked up finally, surprised when she saw nothing but concern painted in his eyes– despite his angry expression. She felt guilty knowing her answer, but her intentions weren’t to hurt anyone– she just didn’t think anyone would care. She didn’t think anyone should care. 

She shook her head, too tired to voice her response. 

He lowered his gaze to his lap now, seeming to get lost in thought for a moment before he glanced back up– the anger slowly vanishing from his features. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, taking Moon by surprise with the sudden switch up. 

She glanced from eye to eye, swallowing through the thickness in her throat. She waved a hand to herself lazily. 

“I’m here, aren’t I?” She whispered.

Gojo was silent after that, her tone so unsure it made him uneasy. Yes, he saw her sitting in front of him– seeming to be in perfect condition. But it wasn’t the physical aspect that he was worried about.  

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He pointed out.

Moon narrowed her eyes towards him, hating the way he was trying to pick apart her brain. The way he was trying to pretend he cared so much. She couldn’t be easily fooled like that— not anymore.

She’d give him this, he was very convincing.

“I’m fine.” She rushed out, her voice tired yet stern.

Gojo couldn’t help the roll of his eyes, not understanding just how bad someone could be at lying. Despite her efforts, she’d never be able to lie to him. Almost everytime she did— he never asked her why she thought she had to lie.

He could feel the familiar twitch in his cheekbone, the frustration moving its way to his face.

“Get some rest… Nines.” He mumbled, walking to the door without another glance in her direction.

Moon opened her mouth to say something, but found herself silent until he had disappeared through the door. The familiar click of the lock and then the eerie silence of her room. The only sound being her slow breathing.

The sorcerer confused her with the amount of effort he put in to see her, talk to her. She couldn’t understand how someone could be so drawn towards someone else that clearly had a distaste for them. Did he see the signs?

She knew she was being difficult at best— but it was only the way she grew up that had her acting as such. She’d never let anyone hurt her ever again. People couldn’t leave her life, if she never let them in.

The thought should’ve been comforting, but it never was.

— ending notes. feedback is appreciated 🤍

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

This. OMG!! This. It's poetry and it's absolutely stunning!! You have concentrated everything I want from and feel about Dean Winchester into 118 words. 😍🥹🫠

Pure talent. Do yourselves a favour, and take literally one minute and read this piece of art folks!! Then do everyone a favour and reblog it for everyone to enjoy!

He is the Storm

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 118

A loud clap of thunder startles you, and Dean whispers against your lips that he’ll keep you safe. You smile, trusting that he always will. 

You relinquish your heart and soul to him, letting them be swept away on the tumultuous wave of his desire. He is the cold gust of wind that ruffles your hair and dances over your skin, warning you of what’s to come. The bright ferocity of a lightning strike that sets your heart racing and senses tingling. The rumbling thunder that rolls through your bones and makes your body thrum. The downpour that slakes your thirst and drenches you in his love.

Dean isn’t your safe harbor in the storm—Dean is the storm.

Love Me Some Pie

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[undertale-fic-librarby]

Do you have any fics about Lust Sans that arent focused on sex or multiverse shipping? Like stuff with him dealing with the shit in his world? And maybe recovering? Its okay if you don't (^.^)

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Hugs And Glitches by Laughing_Zombie (Teen And Up, Complete)

Both Error and Lust only know of each other from rumours, the Destroyer and the Whore- and despite knowing first hand what it's like to be treated as an outcast because of rumours, they react to each other with disfavour and hate towards each other... And yet the pair manage to form an alliance, then a friendship and something a little more. Not that the ERROR would ever admit it, even when the Jam Tart teases him until he blushes.

The Seven Deadly Skele-Sins by Arthrobug, Bugsy (Mature, Incomplete)

Sans had a debt to pay. A money induced one. He had to pay it to some perverted bar owner, and he was forced to work at her 'bar'. Here's the thing, the bar was a stripper bar, and Sans hates sexual ideas, but he never goes back on his word. However, after Sans paid his debt, the owner didn't allow him to go, since apparently Sans' solemn appearance and small stature while dancing caused a large amount of sadistic customers to come pouring in everyday, especially when Sans was up. Blackmail is an easy way of forcing people to do what you want. Everyday, without fail, some horny hypocrite would try to assault Sans, and it's left humongous emotional scars on him. Without fail, he couldn't do anything with his life. However, one night in the bar, a certain strange patron was watching him preforming his burlesque, and followed him out after he left, curious of his negativity. One thing led to another, and the strange patron scared off the usual assaulter, and started to become Sans' friend. This strange patron introduced himself as 'Nightmare'.

Of a Better World by Anonymous (Not Rated, Incomplete)

Horror's world isn't kind in the slightest; but Lust is. He'll be damned if he lets that get away.

Lust is a Part Timer by Fellusion (Mature, Incomplete)

In a timeline where the Underground is filled solely with different AU Sanses (god west my souw), Lust finds himself in a dead end job working under Reaper, the equivalent of Mettaton, at his resort. Lust is the outcast, the weirdo. His condition scares people, and all he can do is shut his mouth and look away. With the same monotonous hell repeating every day for so long, it won't be long until he breaks. ((On indefinite hiatus.))

Baddest Of Them All by Iwritestuffsometimes (Mature, Complete)

Lust is having a hard time fitting in. Nightmare offers a solution.

[chris-in-the-headlights]

Guys, if you’re reading this and you need a kick in the gut to throw you out of your scrolling circle, here it is

To @babybenn , I have one thing to say concerning this fic:

SCREW YOU

I LOVED IT

I CRIED FOR IT

IT FUCKING DESTROYED ME

Good job man, you should try writing more often, but please refrain from ripping my heart from my chest like that.

[brandileigh2003]

Wolfstar MCD rec list: (drop me any I've missed esp muggle or divergent)

**make sure to read tags bc some of these fics deal with some other TW/CW. Take care of yourself**

~~~please give these authors love, fandom engagement with writers is down and it means more than you know. ~~~

-the sea is a good place to think of the future by peachyybabe first in series is happy/open ending. Love them reconnecting and how disability is written. Check tags. 2nd in series has mcd. But it's oh so good, broke my heart

-Forget the World by @amberlink mcd sickfic with mental illness, complicated prongsfoot friendship and black bro dynamics. Greys inspired (ish)

-what a wonder (what a waste) by peachyybabe all the emotions. Magical (divergent)

-This Is the Way the World Ends by @blitheringmcgonagall sad but beautiful

-I Want To Die Too by Lucigoo89: so emotional

-Casimir Pulaski Day by breadpoetssociety: remus has cancer

--my only sunshine by loua29xx- remus is sick and asks Sirius to help him die

-wolf's heart by mizdiz- heartbreaking. Meet in bookshop, Remus has heart problems, they fall in love, Remus tries to push him away to save pain of watching him die but Sirius won't let him.

-Too Little Too Late By swings_and_roundabouts

-A Duet by mustntgetmy: war divergent, Sirius was in Slytherin

-The Other Side of Sorrow by @thehufflebean

-if i could hold you for a minute by @inevitablestars

- Engaged for 43 years by @halfravenhalfclaw

-Cloudless Climes and Starry Skies by Eniaos ww2

-Five Feet Apart. by mothhair based on movie

-Small Bones of Courage by Anonymous effects of Lycanthropy, remus wants help to die

-Silver Bullets by clandestine_meetings

-a future gone wrong by witchee_writer

-The Care and Keeping of a Pet Werewolf by @theresthesnitch

-these violent delights (have violent ends) by damagecontrol jegulus Titanic

-Art Heist, Baby! by otrtbs jegulus

-Timing is Everything by fruitloopin: also ft fake dating

**2 of Mine with mcd

-Inevitable When you finally fall in love, you never expect that you'll have to lose them way too soon. Cancer fic with MCD. Ending did help me heal some from heartbreak though. (8k)

-Tears of Blood: 1 shot, historical fic exploring Spanish influenza

-My fandom wife has some good ones

---+Ofc there are some canon ones. (Many more than I listed ofc but ... )

Presque vu by bizarrestars explores Sirius' gender and experiences from birth to death

-I Want To Be Good by mightyd0lphin Sirius pov

-choices by MesserMoon

Feel free to check out my main rec list

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 fragmentary anamnesis by besanii

💙 fragmentary anamnesis

by besanii (@besanii)

Not rated, 2k, Wangxian

Summary: He’s seen people like him before. He’s watched them all: lost souls still tethered to the world, searching for something that had been denied them in life and they now seek in death. They wander the earth day after day, year after year, century upon century, until they can no longer remember the reason they linger. And then they come here, to this little shop of his stuck between life and death, and he ushers them back into the cycle of reincarnation. (or: Wei Wuxian works at a tea shop in the afterlife.) Kay's comments: Just found this story again after reading it years ago and absolutely loving it and even more delighted to see that it absolutely holds up. It's just perfect. Wei Wuxian is stuck in the afterlife serving people Mengpo's soup. One day, he's serving Lan Wangji too. They don't remember each other. (Can you hear the sound of my heart breaking?) Don't worry though, there's a happy ending! Excerpt: He's not sure what finally tips him over the edge. The next time the man comes into his shop and walks up to the counter, he's waiting for him with a bowl already on the counter and a smile plastered on his face. The man frowns. "I did not order this," he says. "Rules of the house," he lies. "You've been here for centuries. It's time." The man shakes his head. "No, I am still looking for someone." The determination in his voice stirs something akin to admiration—or perhaps pity—in his chest. "I know they will come, sooner or later. I will wait." "What if they've already gone ahead without you?" he asks. "Then the last few centuries would have been for nothing." Doubt creeps into that perfectly sculpted face and he feels a sharp pain in his own heart at the sight. "Then I will wait here until his next life is over," he says. "However long it takes. I will wait."

pov wei wuxian, reincarnation, chinese mythology & folklore, mutual pining, memory loss, grief/mourning, major character death, angst with a happy ending, afterlife, emotional hurt/comfort, reunions

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[doodierecs]

⭐not even tomorrow by donutsandcoffee

fandom: one piece

summary:

What's left of the little eggplant is a half-empty packet of cigarettes and a bloodied tie.

relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Blackleg Sanji, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff & Roronoa Zoro

tags to heed: major character death

review under the cut:

this fic ruined me.

this is not an exaggeration btw. it genuinely did. these 1,987 words are jampacked with emotions that are almost too much to handle. there is no explicit, loud or detailed mentions of the character's grief. it's subtle and all the more heartbreaking. without even mentioning sanji's cause of death or anything equally tragic, the author has made the reader see how devastating this loss is. how cruel. because it doesn't matter, does it? it's not about how he died. it's that he died. and he isn't coming back.

everytime i think of this, there's a lump in my throat and my chest hurts. that's how emotional, beautiful and perfect this is. i am genuinely in awe of the author's ability to make such an impact with a story that's less than 2k words long.

zeff and zoro are perfectly characterized. their griefs are not similar in any way but they do both have this in common: this raw, screaming wound that sanji left behind. the overwhelming love left for him. sanji, sanji, sanji.

I cannot talk much about this without spoiling anything so. I beg of you. If you have a heart that can withstand pain, read this. and if you don't, I won't recommend reading this when you're not in a great headspace. nonetheless, this was a heartbreaking read and it reminded me why i try not to read Major Character Death fics these days: it's not because I'm afraid it'll be bad. it's because I'm afraid it'll be good.