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yaymiyas · 11 months ago
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THE HUSBAND
warning: female reader, saer being….saer, yan!isekai!crown prince
a/n: i was so burnt out so lets see what i come up with ….its short ik and yes im cooking up something w cynthia LET ME COOK 🫡🙄🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯
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the idea of divorce was swimming in the mist of your mind hours before you regained most of the movement in your body. you knew you had to get out of this situation in a peaceful but quick manner. in your mind, leaving saer should have been easy since he hated edina more than the devil himself. he saw her as a shit stain satan left on earth to torture him for all of his days. so why are tears running down his face…thats odd? from all of the tweets, forums, and blogs saer had close to no emotions for edina. he hated her through and through. in the original story, he would’ve cheered of joy if she simply asked to part ways. so why was he sitting in front of you crying? was the bacon too salty? was he remembering the good ol’ times with his late father? ever since you’ve transmigrated into this story, everything has been so weird. aside from you being close to perfectly fine after being fed poison, saer has became more careful.
in the book, saer was close to a bubbling idiot. every single assassination attempt was stopped by a maid because he was stupid. he always played it as cynthia and amanda favoring edina but that wasnt the full truth. he was just too obvious with everything he was doing. you actually kind of felt back for the dummy, no wonder gracie wants nothing to do with him. regardless of any of that, you actually started to feel a bit bad for him. it was obvious saer didnt know why he was crying or how to stop it by the way his face was balled up in red confusion. maybe it was out of guilt or for the plot, either way you wanted to help him. maybe he wanted to kill you but seeing a grown man cry really did break your heart.
“now, saer..”
gently pushing your hand out to cover his larger ones, you put on a voice of concern. you want to help the poor idiot but you also want to get out of this house alive. maybe playing the sweet docile wife could do you some good, maybe—
“ugh, stupid bitch get off of me.”
slapping your hand off of his, saer attempted to keep a face of pure disgust plastered for you to see. why on earth was he crying, and why on earth are you being so off-putting? at first, your new actions didnt really bother him. were they different? yes, but they weren’t unpleasant. but now...it was as if the poison made you utterly indifferent to his presence, which he told himself he loved, but the lord knows thats a lie. you quietly sitting there, dry-face, with a slight frown and uninterested body language, angered him. saer was crying purely for reactions. he thought that crying would help him close this conversation and make you jump up and beg for his forgiveness, but no. all you did was lift your grimly, beastly fingers to ‘comfort’ him. what a joke of a woman.
“im finished with my breakfast”
the scream of the chair was louder than your own thoughts, kicking you out of your own subconscious. what even was that about? you were TRYING to be the version of edina you thought he would like, second from you killing yourself right there and then. so why was he acting like you were trying to jump his bones? he is such a wicked man….such a sad excuse of a person. its such a shame his attitude is so sour, you were going to try to soften his walls to see if he would lighten up on the poisoning situation. how did he get it? who did he get it from?
“madam,”
lightly placing her hand on your shoulder, cynthia appeared. scaring you out of your thoughts, you straightened your back and put on the best fake smile you could. you knew cynthia didnt really care for you, as demonstrated by the bath she gave you earlier, but you thought that maybe you could melt this ice queen. her soft ginger coils shaped her face in all the right places, giving her olive skin the type of glow women in the real world would kill for. she had green eyes to match alone with it, making it easy to find yourself lost in them. cynthia was a beautiful woman; just how did she become a maid for this jackass?
“his royal highness has ordered for you to be sent to your room.”
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homemadesterekpie · 8 months ago
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im forever obsessed with the idea of Stiles and Derek being together in secret. not because they’re actively hiding it but more because their respective lives can’t seem to merge together.
Stiles is still in school trying to keep his grades up and keep up appearances of the imperfect/perfect son with his dad while Derek is living in the burnt out shell of his childhood home like some kind of depressing episode of bushcraft camping.
they’re both damaged and somehow they’re the only ones who can see that about eachother.
they save eachother’s lives one too many times and it ends up with Stiles giving Derek his virginity and his entire heart in the process while Derek’s entire fucking soul howls for Stiles. he wants to mark him and to claim him and to keep and hide him forever so they’ll both be safe.
but Stiles only stays the night in Derek’s burnt out den when his dad works the graveyard shift and reluctantly leaves in the early hours of the morning to go home to get ready for school.
it gets harder and harder for Stiles to leave every time he spends time with Derek. he’s not sure what it means about him that he’d rather stay with Derek in this broken haunted place.
he just knows that at least here he feels alive and he doesn’t have to pretend, he can just be who he is or at least who he’s become. this needy wanton thing that seem to never be satisfied with what Derek is willing to give him. Derek gives him an inch and Stiles wants a mile but somehow Derek indulges him every single time. and when they’re both close so close they both whisper promises to eachother they aren’t even sure they’ll be able to keep but it doesn’t matter. what matters is that after when Derek’s head is pillowed on Stiles’ chest, the both of them breathing hard with Stiles’ fingers playing with Derek’s dark hair, they both know the truth.
they’ll never be able to stop whatever this is.
Stiles can’t sleep alone anymore, his own bed feeling foreign. he can barely keep up with conversations that aren’t Derek’s words, his mind always drifting to the wolf and wondering where he is, what he’s doing, should he go see him on his lunch break?
Derek roams the woods at all hours whenever Stiles isn’t with him. he starts following him to school, to his house, to the god damn grocery store just to watch him.
somehow no one truly notices how reclusive they both become until it’s too late. they’re in way too deep and there’s no going back.
when people finally realize/find out about them they’re too codependent and entwined with eachother to even care about the reactions.
Stiles’ dad kind of blows a gasket because how the fuck did he not see it? does he even know his son at all? meanwhile, Scott has a one sided screaming match while Stiles looks at nothing.
the sheriff visits Derek at the shell of his home and confronts him. Derek’s face is hard and closed off the entire time but he acknowledges that him and Stiles have something. but he also knows how hollow Stiles truly feels from the neglect the sheriff imposed upon Stiles when his mom died and that’s not something Derek is inclined to forgive and he also knows this isn’t his place to tell. Stiles will tell his father what and when he wants to share. so he tells the sheriff to go talk to his son.
the sheriff looks absolutely distraught at that because he realizes he doesn’t even know how. Stiles have slipped through his fingers and become this unreachable being. he isn’t the person Stiles trusts anymore. the strange man living in the woods standing in front of him has more claim to his son than his own father does at this point.
a few hours later, Stiles drives up the long dirt path to Derek but this time he has a packed duffel bag with him and his eyes are red and puffy. Derek just takes the bag from him and takes his hand and pulls him to the mattress they use as a bed. they lie down and Derek holds him as he cries.
he’s not going back home. he doesn’t want to go back home anymore. he’s graduating in a couple weeks he doesn’t have to go home. can he stay here? please Derek can i stay here with you please please? Derek just kisses him softly in response because even if he wanted to he could never say no to Stiles, not when he’s like this, so fragile and on the verge of breaking completely.
Stiles sleeps better that night than he has in months. he graduates. he doesn’t apply to college but he’ll think about it next year. for now, him and Derek are busy building themselves a cabin with a huge garden. they work during the day at their own pace and at night they make love.
all in all it’s good, it’s peaceful and it’s more than enough.
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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year ago
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Hi!! Can i request a hurt/comfort hotch x reader?
Reader is starting to feel lonely in the relationship cause for the past 2 months hotch has only been home for a week total and she really misses him. They haven’t had time to themselves cause even when hotch is in virginia he’s in the office and him getting called out on a case during his day off happens more often than the both of them want to. and even when they text and call it’s not the same.
anyway hotch comes home in the middle of the night after a case and he just finds reader on the sofa crying cause she just really misses her boyfriend and the two of them finally talk about it.
You have permission to break my heart with the angst and put it back together. I know its long and i have no clue if it made sense so im sorry😭😭 enjoy your day💕
ೇ night shift ― aaron hotchner .ᐟ
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pairing .ᐟ aaron hotchner x plus size!reader
summary | you knew that being with aaron meant that his job came first, you just hadn't realized how badly it would actually affect you. now, your life and love is on the line.
warnings | ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! you have been warned!, thoughts of breaking up, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, hints of depression.
wordcount | 905
۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | my first long fic back being angst LMAOOOO. i'm not going to lie, writing this kind of bummed me out a bit but that's how i knew it was going to be good LOL. but never fear, i got a few smutty things in the works, so keep a silly little eye out for that!! i love you guys so so much and thank you for your request!
— links .ᐟ masterlist | ao3
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The room felt melancholic.
Empty. 
The sounds of laughter that had once bounced off of the walls of your home now rang silently, one of the only people that knew of the joy that once made your house a home was long gone on a case right now.
You don’t know what to do. How could you last like this? How could your relationship? How could Jack?
Jack, the precious little boy that you had taken under your wing even before you and Aaron had ever made it official.
You knew he missed his father dearly, but with every large life milestone the boy had completed, Aaron had missed out on.
It had gotten to the point where Jack doesn’t bother to ask you if he could call his dad to tell him about it, because nine times out of ten, he knew that Aaron wouldn’t answer.
So now as you sit here on the couch in the dark with your head in your hands, you can’t help but think that maybe this was it, that it was time to consider the very dreaded other option. 
You tried your best to make your relationship with Aaron work, God did you try, but having to sit there and endure weeks of radio silence, of not knowing whether or not he was alive was excruciating. When he did have time to text or call you, every conversation was more and more distant. 
Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, and your bottom lip trembled. You crossed your arms and placed them on your knees where you leaned on them, staring out into the abyss of your dimly lit living room. You had just put Jack to sleep, and you didn’t want to risk waking him up.
Your eyes solemnly scaled the walls where the pictures of your little family hung, frames upon frames of happy smiling faces. 
What happened?
It was the fact you were absolutely drowning in your thoughts that you didn’t hear your front door unlock – something that your boyfriend would deeply frown upon. 
Aaron wasn’t surprised to find the apartment quiet, what he was surprised to find was your silhouette illuminated by a single lamp. What really set off the alarms in his brain was your shivering shoulders, which could only mean one thing.
“Sweetheart?” His deep voice pierced the thin air hovering above you. You just shook your head, any happiness that would have left your mouth died in your throat, the words leaving you was, “We have to talk.”
You hated doing this, but who’s to say he won’t get called in tomorrow? No, you had to do this now.
Aaron felt his heart fall into his stomach as he made his way over towards you, gently sitting down on the cushion next to yours, almost as if he was afraid to scare you.
“Of course. Are you okay?” He inquired in concern. You just shook your head again. “This isn’t working, Aaron.” The pain lacing your voice was unmissable. “What?” He’s completely caught off guard, because this was the last thing he’d expected to come home to.
“I can’t do this anymore… unless – unless we can figure something out but even then I-” He rushes to grab your hand, and it lays limp and cold in his warm and calloused one. “Honey please, what’s wrong? Tell me what I can do.” Holy shit, he’s panicking. 
“You’re never here anymore! I - I can’t remember the last time in the past two months that we’ve been able to have any alone time together! Most of the time you’re either gone in a whole different state or stuck in the office!” You couldn’t stop the word vomit from leaving, all kinds of emotions that had been kept dormant finally coming up to the surface.
You heaved out a deep breath, your body slumping in defeat. “Did you know that Jack learned how to ride a bike today?” You asked quietly.
“No.” Aaron gulped, “I didn’t.”
A heavy silence settled between the two of you.
“What do you need me to do?” Finally, you looked at him.
There were unshed tears in your eyes, “What I want you to do, you can’t make it happen.” His eyebrows furrowed. “You want me to quit my job?”
“No,” You said with a disbelieving laugh. “I just want you to be there.”
“Who says I can’t do that?” His head tilts, his eyes boring into yours, desperately trying to read you. It was like his profiler skills didn’t exist. “Every time you’ve had a day off you’ve been called into the office one way or another.” Your tone is hopeless, like your situation can’t be helped. 
With a harsh squeeze of your eyelids, the tears began to fall, but Aaron was quick to swipe them away.
“Honey, look at me,” He cups the side of your cheek, his thumb brushing away the liquid. Hesitantly you did, and you instantly fell victim to the warmness of his irises. “I will fix this, because I am not losing you. My behavior has been completely unacceptable, and I swear that I will be here for you and Jack more consistently, I promise.”
“How do I know if this won’t happen again?
“I’ll make sure of it.” 
It was the finality in his voice that fizzled out the anxiety in your gut, setting your nerves at ease.
“Don’t make me regret this, Hotchner.”
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wangxianficfinder · 5 months ago
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Fic Finder
Jan 27th
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1. Hii! I’m looking for a fic and it’s titled something around wondering if there is a place for me in your life. This focuses on teen lan sizhui coping with the feelings of his father wwx dating again after spending 11 (?) years without someone. Wei Wuxian goes to the hospital at some point (he’s fine though) and Lan Sizhui finds a way to invite LWJ into his life after breaking a gift he gave him. I can follow up with more details if needed! The author was trying to write about a-yuan not immediately warming up to wangxian getting together! Thank you so much for all your hard work!
FOUND! Picture Perfect by manaika (M, 22k, WangXian, WWX/Other(s), Past Relationship(s), Widower WWX, Grief/Mourning, Getting Together, Families of Choice, Family Feels, Stepfather WWX, WWX is the father who stepped up, LSZ is a Wei, Single Parent WWX, Asexual Character, Aromantic Relationship, Platonic Life Partners, it's all in the past and only mentioned/discussed when relevant, Sex-Favorable Asexual WWX, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Modern, Past Character Death, Food Intake Related Medical Issue (not what you think))
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2. hi! I'm looking for a fic where WWX is seriously injured at qiongqi path, and he's barely kept alive by talismans(?). JC hides his body at lotus pier, but everyone thinks he's dead. idk how he wakes, but there's still the 13 year gap where everyone still thinks he's dead. sorry this is so vague, tysm in advance!!!
from the 1/27 fic finder: #2 isnt the fic im looking for, but thanks for helping out! the fic wasn’t a dark, anti-JC fic, but very much a JC loves his brother ofc hes gonna do whatever it takes to keep him alive. LWJ def thinks hes dead tho
NOT FOUND! on restitution by glitteringmoonlight (M, 98k, LSZ & WWX, WWX & JL, WangXian, Dark JC, not JC friendly, Captivity, Angst with a Happy Ending, no reconciliation, Crossdressing, Non-Graphic Torture, Violence)
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3. Hi! I'm looking for a fic that I'm pretty sure has been asked for in the past, that has been likely deleted, I know someone had the pdf but I can't find the post or the pdf anymore so I'm here–
I'm looking for a fic where modern wwx receives a book from baoshan sanren that tells the story of yllz wwx. Modern wwx reads a ritual and ends up in the past with everyone while past yllz ends up in the future. If I'm correct it's a two fic series, with the second one being incomplete where yllz goes to the future.
I also remember that modern wwx gathered people from each clan and talked about the future that he knows. I know that at one point he talks about his family (lz and sizhui). There's also a madam yu redemption, and at one point modern wwx calls fengmian dad? PLS HELP ME FIND IT @dollettw
FOUND! bluekittenfire said: #3 This should be the deleted "Loving Future, Distant Past" by yareyarejojosan. I have a copy of it and the second fic "I am loved".
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4. Hello!! I'm looking for a modern AU - what I remember is Lan Zhan seeing Wei Ying on tv and, like, knowing he is The One in a mystical way - I want to say that the process was called The Call or something, as in 'he heard The Call and knew WWX was his soulmate'. I think WWX was oblivious to this for Reasons (par for the course) - not sure if it was A/B/O but had something of that vibe! @stackingturtles
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5. hiiii im looking for this fic where lwj's mom is some kind of heavenly official and before she escapes her husband to return to heaven, she gives lwj a magical robe (or somethijng like that) that holds images of his memories, and every time something major happens an image/symbol of that appears on his cape @ashxi-wx
FOUND? One for Heaven and Earth by cerbykerby (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Supernatural Elements, Angst with a Happy Ending, Madam Lán Lives, inspired by wangxian selkie au, Getting Together) Mama Lan was a celestial maiden though, not a heavenly official.
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6. This is for fic finder btw. First thank you who ever runs this account. In the fic I’m looking for wei ying isn’t dead and is alive for Lan Zhans whipping/ punishment and he hears what’s happening and tries to stop it but Lan Zhang uncle just says to beat Wei Ying to (I think he was like really injured not sure tho). Then one of them ( whoever’s POV it was blacks out). There is a chance this was an omegaverse fic but idk. Thanks again your like gods 🙏🙏
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7. Ello! Looking for a lwj-centric fic that I forgot the name of (⁠。⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) Pretty sure this is an au where wwx is adopted by the lans, and wwx teaches the lan disciples about talismans. The thing I most remember about it is lwj being named rivals with su minshan and jiang cheng for the attentions of wwx. Wwx is also probably older? Thanks so much in advance!
FOUND?🔒As Years Pass Us By by Loqui (T, 32k, WIP, WangXian, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, Age Difference, Younger LWJ, Older WWX, LWJ Has Feelings, Pining LWJ, Introspective LWJ, Canon Divergence, Fluff and Humor, Slow Burn, very light, Light Angst, WWX is a Lan, POV LWJ)
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8. Hi!! does anyone know of a ghost wy fic where he teaches ayuan demonic cultivation and he kind of like follows him around and protects him? @yesibest
FOUND! as i stumble homewards by the_pretzel (T, 27k, wangxian, canonical character death, found family, food issues, trauma, LSZ pov, angst w/ happy ending, fluff)
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9. Hey guys do you know a fic when Lan Xichen started a different Gusu Lan sect that went back to the basic rules? I think the Lans dad was alive in it and he disapproved and was leading the other one. @kyuubikuroba
FOUND! In Defence of Murder by WhiteWitchDark (T, 18k, WangXian, NHS & NMJ, Hurt/Comfort, Time Travel, Angst)
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10. For fic finder
Does anyone have that fic where WWX gets turned into a woman post canon, he and LWJ decide to try for a kid, it doesnt work at first, when it happens LWJ thinks WWX doesnt want one anymore and tries to apologize for asking him to keep it?
WWX was fine with having the baby by the way, thinking he didn’t was because during the time it didn’t work they assumed it wasn’t possible and he decided he wasn’t going to dwell and make himself upset wondering why it didn’t happen
FOUND! In Sickness and In Health (And In Strange and Unexpected Times Too) by purplemonster (E, 28k, WangXian, Fem WWX, Mpreg, well technically not mpreg since he's a woman, Fluff and Smut, also I know I know I ticked the m/m box because it is wangxian)
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11. hello, i'm looking for an au where cultivators choose their secondary gender after "trying out" each one. Wwx decided on beta and LWJ omega. NHS was agender. At one point, LWJ is threatened/almost forced to permanently pick the wrong assignation for some reason. This fic was not the one by everythingispoetry, though there are similarities to their fic. Ty for your help!
FOUND? Pairfire by PaidSubscription (E, 65k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, JC/NHS, MM/WQ, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Relationships 101, Literally...the fic is a relationship course, Getting Together, First Time, Explicit Consent, Bordering on Kink Levels of Communication, Elements of Assigned-ish Marriage-ish, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, A/B/O With a twist, Because Cultivators CHOOSE Their Gender During This Course, After Trying Out All Three, It’s a Three Course Meal and WangXian’s Gender Acceptance is the Dessert, But Horny Pining is the Main Meal and the Most of the Snacks, Bottom LWJ, Bossy Bottom/Henpecked Top Energy, Everyone is over 21, Gender Choice Raises Issues for Most But I Promise Happy Endings + Everyone Comfy in Their Own Skin, Side Couple Aro/Ace/Agender Storylines)
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12. I've been looking for this fic for years now but I do remember the premise it's an postcanon AU?? where in a bid to stabilize the power WWX was betrothed to Lan Xichen and LWJ was not so happy abt the whole thing (I scoured my history and all but I cant find it)
FOUND? still left with the river by TooSel (E, 77k, WangXian, ChengQing, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It, Arranged Marriage, Political Alliances, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Slow BurnF, riends to Lovers, Pining, Jealousy, Infidelity, Adoption,Angst with a Happy Ending, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation Sect Politics)
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13. Wondering about the identity of a fic that I remember only one little scene from. LWJ was visiting Lotus Pier and decided to drink about all his pining. While drunk, he demonstrated his feelings to WWX by removing the strings from his guqin and saying "Wangji without Wei Ying". Hopefully this will ring bells for someone. Thank you! 🐇💙 @linderel
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14. looking for a fic! canon era/setting with a bad ending, where wx are ayuan's biological parents. ayuan lives with wwx and the wens in the burial mounds. wwx dies either from the attack at qiongqi path, or in the burial mounds for some other reason. I rmb vividly a scene where wwx is buried in the burial mounds and ayuan cries and lies above the grave, saying that his mother is gone, in front of everyone else like the lans, jins, and nies.
FOUND! To Offer a Heart by WhiteCrane (M, 111k, WangXian, major character death, Sad WWX, Hurt WWX, YLLZ WWX, soft wangxian, Cinnamon Roll WN, WWX Whump, WQ is a good sister, WN is a good brother, everybody loves wwx, yunmeng siblings, Triggers, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, Taking care of WWX, Give WWX a break, Canon Divergence, Disturbing Themes, Changing Perspectives, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Grief/Mourning, Temporary Character Death, Getting Together, Redemption, Sibling Bonding, Marriage, Marriage Proposal, Brotherly Bonding, Brotherly Love, Brother-Sister Relationships, Parent-Child Relationship, Sad and Sweet, Tragedy, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF JYL, BAMF WQ, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Everyone Needs A Hug, WIP) Is it possible #14 is mixing up two different fics? Because the bit about A-Yuan lying on WWX's grave in the Burial Mounds and crying about his mother sounds a lot like To Offer a Heart but he's not Wangxian's bio child in that. The bit where the visitors witness A-Yuan crying at the grave is in chapter 11.
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15. Hello, and thank you again for all your hard work! ❤️ For Fic Finder, please help with locating a fic where WWX dies and the truth about JGShit, JGY, JZXun and XY (maybe even SShit, idk) comes out immediately. Here's what I remember: he sent letter to expose them, people investigate and everything comes to light. Everyone except MY is executed in gruesome ways. JZX with lingchi I think. JGShit through being slowly impaled by bamboo. MY ends up giving his golden core to WWX when he comes back. @boxedbutterfly
FOUND? bluekittenfire said: #15 I think this is the deleted "When Im gone" by qiankun_pouch. I can share my copy.
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16. Looking for fic in which Wei Wuxian's core is given to yanli and it becomes too much for her body and the core explodes because of childbirth and she dies wei Ying is also like lab rat for all clans wanting to know how he cultivated core in such young age I also remember that mxy actually was the real parent of sizhui who was trusted upon weu Wuxian to raise and keep safe pls help me find the fix i would also like to thank you for all the previous times you all helped me <3 @yuukikonnos-world
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17. I'm looking for a story I thought I had saved: after canon, asexual WWX, married to LWJ, but in a female!MX body. They tried M/F sex, but both found it weird. WWX one day realizes that LWJ used to look at (old, male) WWX with lust, but no longer does. LWJ tells him he used to dream of bottoming for WWX. WWX wants to fulfil that dream for him, and (via NHS?) finds someone to create a wooden penis/harness. LWJ enjoys it a lot (WWX also likes being a service top essentially)
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18. Hello! I'm looking for a complete fic on AO3 where Qin Su did the sacrifice ritual to bring back Wei Wuxian. He is now a woman. She left him a letter explaining why/what she wanted, and he has to keep up the act of being Qin Su for a little while until he can come up with an excuse to get out of Koi tower.
I don't remember what he was running around doing once he got out, but along the way he bumped into Lan Wangji, who is travelling with "Mo Xuanyu" investigating the demonic arm.Mo Xuanyu actually summoned Jin Zixuan using the ritual, though I don't remember if that was on purpose or if JZX was just the next best target with WWX already summoned. Because of Qin Su's letter to WWX (? They knew somehow), JZX knows that WWX is technically his sister now.
I don't remember much else apart from some minor stiff arguing on JZX end because LWJ is seducing his technical sister or something like that. He's not impressed/pleased. WWX is just as happy about being related to the peacock now. LWJ realises he is WWX-sexual. Yadda yadda.
Based on other fics I know I read around the same time, the publication/final update should be no later than 2022, but I might be wrong.
If this fic could be found, I would really appreciate it. Thanks in advance! @ramblebrambleamble
FOUND? The Tales of Despereaux by stiltonbasket (T, 53k, WIP, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, JC & WWX, JYL/JZX, JC/WQ, Canon Divergence, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, (when applicable), major ships are listed but others might pop up!) It's the first 23 chapters. Stilton's tumblr also has its masterlist
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19. looking for a fic! i remember it was either someone needs to fight lwj and win(?) to get his hand in marriage, or he needed to give them an item like a token or smth. wwx is in an animal form of sorts i can't remember, and lwj freely gives the item to him while in animal form
FOUND? it’s you, it was always you by myung (G, 7k, WangXian, Bunny LWJ, Mutual Pining, Light angst, Based on Tumblr post) sounds like it's you, it was always you but Lan Zhan is the shapeshifter who gives Wei Ying his forehead ribbon while in rabbit form.
FOUND? heartkeeper by postingpebbles (G, 7k, WangXian, Animal Transformation, Canon Divergence, no war au, Shapeshifting, light convos abt the jiang family dynamic, WWX draws a lot and talks to a rabbit: the fic, Fantasy, Mojo's bookmark, heartkeeper [podfic] by esbielle) Lwj is a rabbit with a chain with a key to hanguang-jun’s heart
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20. Hello :) I need help finding a fic, I don't know if it was deleted or not, but it was a time travel fic where I think sizhui and jingyi went back to either just before the sunshot campaign or just after it but they were either together or the feelings were there they got wangxian together early and wangxian I vaguely remember adopted both older (kinda not officially) and baby sizhui (officially) and I remember also kinda vaguely know but I can't remember if it was Jingyi or older sizhui dying I remember jingyi and older sizhui got married before the death, there is a memorable scene of older sizhui and wangji flying together and sizhui was telling him about his life as a kid with wangji please if you can help it would be appreciated also I do know it's not 'Tragedy is not the end' by Hobbsy3 thank you!!! @lotus-cloudbunny
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lostinlads · 9 months ago
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Meet The Leader Of Onychinus
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Synopsis: After days of being locked up in the base of the man wo had taken you from your home, you finally are summoned to meet him. Little do you know it is so much worse than you imagined. You're in the base of the criminal organization, Onychinus.
Tags: sylus x femme!reader, MDNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, mc is really going through it, mentions of guns, mentions of kidnapping, your first few days at onychinus, sylus is rough with you, angst, hurt no comfort
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an: Firstly i want to thank all of you for how much love this fic has gotten so far, i honestly didnt expect any of this so im kinda in shock??? But really, thank you. Ive been sitting on this idea for a little over a month now and im finally getting around to working it out for all of you!! but i hope you enjoy this chapter! its a tad longer than the first, once i find my footing in writing again maybe ill make them longer but this is what i worked up for now!! Also as always if you see any mistakes please let me know!
ao3 | Chapter List | kofi
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The N109 Zone has kept you in near complete darkness for days. You didn't know how long you spent in this room, door locked from the outside, no way to leave; but it felt like a lifetime already. You were grateful for the ensuite bathroom, the sink enough to satisfy your thirst, but the small amount of food left for you on the desk was a reminder that it was just enough to keep you alive. A small box of crackers and a handful of granola bars didn't satisfy the hunger in your stomach. 
Sleep has eluded you, no matter how much you tried, it barely came. When it did, you were restless - tossing and turning for a few hours until you rose again. Dreams filled with terrifying crimson eyes and vast darkness. The constant blackness didn't help, not knowing the time of day or how long you had been here made your unease crawl under your skin. Your time spent by laying around and watching out the window for any signs of anything, but everything stayed still.
The house had been quiet, soft shuffling of the maid could be heard through the door at times, but other than that there was nothing. Were you the only one here? Where did the twins and that man go? Maybe the thought of leaving you here to starve to death hadn't been too extreme, seeing that no one had come to check on you since the moment you arrived. Kieran and his twin tossing your bag in the room and shutting it tight behind you, the unmistakable sound of the lock latching closed.
You often found yourself imagining what would've happened if you were strong enough to fight back, strong enough to get away from the entire situation. How could this have happened? Your father? The only family you have, selling you off to a criminal for payment. It didn't feel real. If things had been different, if you had gotten away, maybe you'd be somewhere else by now. Hiding out in the depths of Linkon, or maybe at the beach. 
A single sharp knock brought your mind back, your heart speeding up in your chest as you stand from the plush bed. The door unlocked and opened; familiar crow masks meet your gaze as they both stand in the doorway.
"Boss wants to see you now," One spoke, stepping forward into the room. The wide space receding at his presence, shrinking the room by tenfold as your hands shake. Reluctantly, you step forward, surrendering yourself to them to take you to their boss. His hand curls around your arm as he leads you out, his twin mirroring his actions. They lead you through the massive house, warm, dim light illuminating the halls as you pass. The thought occurs, that it wouldn't matter if they held you, you wouldn't make it out of this maze of a building alone. 
Rounding a corner, you are pulled down a long hallway. A brilliant, massive door stands before you, intricate wood carvings dance up the length like vines. Two brass door handles twinkle in the dim light, glistening like a prize. But beyond that door, whatever was waiting for you, is anything but. 
With each step, you could feel his presence looming - his power consuming. If only you could run, save yourself from the torture you were about to endure. The anticipation eating you alive, steeling you for any abuse about to come.
The twins reach out, hands curling around both handles before swinging the wide, heavy doors open.
If it hadn't been a few sconces on the wall, barely illuminating the room, you would've guessed it had been abandoned. But at the far end, a chair sat, large enough to be called a throne. And perched on it, with crossed legs and his head in his hand, the man who had taken you from your home. From your life. 
Candlelight flickered over his strong features; you couldn't make out if he was pissed or simply bored. You didn't want to find out. But caught like his prey, you were immobilized, arms wrapped in two strong hands holding them firmly at your sides. Is this what it feels like to be a hare, staring down the throat of a looming wolf, about to be consumed? You wouldn't doubt if he could hear your beating heart from across the room, the way his eyes stayed glued to your form. 
"You can go," You flinch, the deep voice echoing in the large space. Within a second the hands drop from you, the twins turning and leaving. You didn't watch them, couldn't even lift your head from the floor. Stay still, stay quiet. Stay complicit and maybe you would survive this.
Silence so deafening as the room settles around the two of you, his eyes burning holes into your flesh as neither of you move. Was he waiting for you? Were you supposed to speak? You ball your fists at your side, closing your eyes as you take a deep breath. The feeling of dread never leaving, maybe this is where you die? He had his fun, leaving you to go insane as you stayed locked away, now this is his real show. Ripping you apart, shooting you, stabbing you. Anything. 
"Apologies for my lack of manners," He finally spoke, his words feeling like a blow to your stomach as you breathe out. You don't meet his gaze, eyes still screwed shut. "I had some... business to attend to for a few days. But now that I have returned," He pauses, something touches you and you jump, eyes flinging open as you see tendrils of red and black mist curl around you before locking around your wrists, drawing them together in a bruising grip. You cry out, a soft mewl as you try to pull away. "We have some business to attend to ourselves."
"I... Please, I'll do anything just don't hurt me," You whimper out, tears already threatening to leave your tired eyes. You look at him, finally. Seeing those blood red eyes on you again brought a chill down your spine. 
"Then don't make me," His words matter of fact. He dropped his hand from his head as his other rose up, more mist shooting across the room before it tightened around your waist. Next thing you know you're being pulled across the room at lightning speed, your hair flying behind you as the air gets knocked from your lungs. You prepare for impact, maybe a wall or a floor, but it never comes. You're delicately placed on his lap, strong thighs under yours as you blink, trying to understand what happened. Your wrists are still bound, the grip of the mist never wavering. 
"Please..." You whisper again, wanting this cat and mouse game to end. Just get it over with, for him to stop toying with you. You almost don't see it, a small tick of his lips upward in a smirk for just a second. 
"I need to make sure you won't disobey me," He leans back, resting in his throne as if this is the most normal situation in the world. "I know your power; how strong it can be. How strong you can make me." A crease forms between his brows.
"Y-yes," You stutter out, a tear slipping from your eye. 
"I have got to say, Kitten," He smirks again at the nickname, your gut turning in response. "If I train you right, you will be my most powerful weapon." His hand comes up, you flinch away, eyes closing as you turn your head waiting for a blow. But his long fingers brush against your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. 
"But," He speaks again. "I don't know if I can trust you yet." His words lower to a whisper, the closeness and how quiet his voice became felt like this whole scene was more intimate than you wanted. He was toying with you, you knew this. Kneading you like dough before tossing you in the oven to bake you alive. Trust? You? He could kill you without thought and he is worried about trusting you? Maybe he is planning on whipping you to submission, breaking you to the point you can no longer do anything but be used by him. The though made you want to puke. You needed to think, work a plan to lessen your sentence in this hell so the pain wouldn't be so bad.
"Maybe you could trust me if I can trust you in return," You try your hardest to speak with confidence. He cocks an eyebrow at you, tilting his head slightly. "I mean," Your words rush out, grasping at anything to delay the inevitable. "I don't even know your name..." You whisper out. He laughs, his hot breath fanning over your face.
"You can call me Sylus."
"Sylus," You repeat, nodding your head once.
"And I'm the leader of Onychinus," He watched in amusement as the realization washed over you, the candlelight flickering off of his features making his face look like some kind of monster. Face dropping as your pulse quickened at that one word. Onychinus. The most dangerous criminal organization in the N109 Zone. And here you were, caught in the trap of the leader, sitting on his lap at his base. The nausea returned, your stomach turning as your mouth flooded with saliva. There really was no hope for you, you were royally fucked. 
"O-Onychinus," You breathe out, your vision tunneling as your pulse pounded in your veins. Sylus's lips curled up in an evil smile, his eyes dancing between yours.
"That's right, Kitten. That Onychinus." You try to swallow, the lump in your throat so large you almost choke. "Your - lovely - father had been playing too many games down in The N109 Zone and found himself in the palm of my hand." He held out his large hand, as if to demonstrate. "Having the right-hand man to the mayor of Linkon as your client is only as useful as any lowlife is. But the more money he owed the more I got fed up with is useless promises and his pathetic excuses. But luckily, he offered me you." His fingers curl into his palm, except his index which he pointed at your chest. "And that ticking little bomb in your chest." Almost as if on cue, your heart sped impossibly faster as he tapped on it twice. 
"So," He pulled away, leisurely resting back in the chair. "I don't really care if you trust me. I just need to make sure that you don't get any silly ideas of escaping or trying to take me down from the inside out. I own you now, there's no where you can run to, Kitten." He looked away, boredom coating his features again as his eyes trailed past you. You couldn't do anything other than stare at his haunting face. How could you run? The leader of Onychinus surely had more surveillance than you could ever imagine. And taking him down? You barely had enough energy to even sit here.
"I won't," You promise weakly, your words a breathless whisper as your eyes stay trained on his face. Your fists ball, muscles tensing against the tight ring of mist. The pressure straining against your pulse.
His eyes drift back to yours, a hand lifting from the arm of the chair. You watch more of the black and red smoke flow from thin air. It grazes your arm; you fight against a wince as it trails down to your still conjoined wrists. The link holding them together snaps as the tendril loops around one, firm but not suffocating like before. It lifts it, hand facing the ceiling as it continues to coil around your skin like a snake. Even though you wanted to, you couldn't deny how sensual the act felt. 
"Let's try something, then," Sylus purrs, sending a shiver down your spine and drawing your eyes back to his face. His intense gaze flickering between your eyes as the corner of his lips draw up into a smirk. The confused heart in your chest sped faster, at the anticipation or how intimate the setting has become? You weren't sure. 
His long fingers traced up your inner forearm, gliding up to your wrist in a delicate touch as goosebumps rose in its wake, drawing a gasp from your lips. You watch as Sylus's fingers push yours open, splayed wide before his thread through yours. 
HIs words ring in your ears from days prior. He doesn't do that. But here he is now, you nestled on his large thighs as his hand intwines with yours. Maybe it had been a front, a shoe so no one knows what he really does with his toys.
But to your surprise his hand tightens, an almost crushing grip before you feel the all too familiar pull of your evol. Power being pulled from deep inside your core as he tries to draw it out. But your head swirled, blood rushing as you cry out.
"Stop, please," You cry, trying to pull your hand from his. The grip only tightened as the crease between his brows returned with a scowl. 
"Not so fast," He gritted between his teeth. Sylus pushes harder, eyes closing in an attempt to focus on waking your evol. White, hot pain bloomed in your throbbing head, making a sob rip from your chest.
"I c-can't! Please, Sylus, I can't!" You plead out again, your free hand coming to cradle your skull. His eyes snap open, washing over your features before letting your hand fall with a scoff. 
"You're lucky I don't like picking on the weak, Kitten," He seethed. Your eyes screw shut, other hand coming to your head as you try your hardest to will the pain away. Your body weak with hunger and exhaustion, you didn't care if he killed you for not resonating with him, you almost hoped he would, anything to stop this burning pain.
Sylus shifted under you, but you didn't care, praying he was reaching for a gun to end this never-ending nightmare. But a minute later the tendrils enveloped you again. The feeling of Sylus's thighs left you as your body was placed onto the hard, cold floor. 
He didn't speak, you don't know if he was sitting and watching you writhe in pain or focused on another point in the room. Wishing you were a stronger person, you'd curse him out, spit in his face and scream at him for causing you so much pain. But the only thing you could manage was a weak sob.
The twin heavy doors sounded behind you; two boot clad footsteps grew louder until they stopped next to you.
 "Take her to her room. We're done here," Sylus spoke, his voice cold as stone.
"Yes, Boss," The twins obeyed, their hands returning around your arms slowly lifting you from the floor to your feet. you couldn't help but note that their touch was cautious, almost caring, as they paused to help you figure out your footing.
Once steady, they lead you down the winding, confusing maze that was the base of Onychinus in silence until you reach the door that contained your prison cell. Kieran releases your arm as he steps forward, clasping the knob before opening the door.
If his twin hadn't been holding onto you, you would've collapsed at the sight before you. Large boxes lined the room, a few smaller ones resting on the plush bed. If it hadn't been for the dove plush sitting atop of one, you wouldn't know what the contents would be. But you remember that same dove sitting on your bed at home. These were your things, your beloved belongings. A splash of color against the dim, dark area you had spent your last days. A sense of familiarity, a sense of home. Safety.
Kieran's twin lets you go, your feet wasting no time to move beneath you, drawing you further into the room. Your shaking hands reach out, reaching or the dove, almost needing to confirm that this is real. Your hands grasp it, not wasting any time to pull it to your heaving chest as a soft, relieved sob slips past your lips. You turn around and face the two masked men watching from the doorway.
"Thank you," Two simple words fall from your mouth, but they nod, understanding before they shut the door, leaving you some peace. 
Knees hitting the wooden floor beneath you as you collapse. Uncontrollable sobs shaking out of your weak body.
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writingoddess1125 · 2 years ago
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It seems like a great Morning for DEPRESSION!
You Pass Away Giving Birth
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Buggy, Mihawk, Crocodile
⚠️Warning:⚠️ Depression, Death, Light gore, Character Death, Overall Saddness
Was listening to sad music and wrote this.
Buggy
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There had been complications from the start- being pregnant with twins always had this.. and truthfully Buggy had wanted to curse himself when he learned that he had accidently done this to you. However you remained optimistic- even at the face of peril.
Buggy had hired so many doctors, wanting at least one of them to save you but it seemed that fate was too tightly wrapped around you.
"Y-You're going to be fine I promise (Y/N)-" Buggy said desperately as he sat next to you, watching you battle for the lives of the babies. Another sobbing scream leaving you as doctors rushed in and out with new tools, techniques and more to keep you Alive. However the growing pile of bloody towels and bowls was a clue it wasn't working.
Your mission wasn't to survive but to save the children. Giving Buggys hand a tight bone breaking squeeze you pushed with all your might- Buggy saying words of encouragement till two new lives were brought into this world and you slacked against the bed, pale as paper and your breathing getting shallow.
They rushed the babies to the side of the room as Buggy leaned over you in a panic. Rubbing the hair from your face as he spoke in a panic seeing you slipping away.
"You did it! N-Now Don't leave me please (Y/N)! I'm begging you p-please" He sobbed, but you looked up at him.. gave a gentle smile and worded 'love you' one final time before slipping away right under his fingers... He sobbed and continued his desperate plea for you as he pressed his face against your cold on.
A nurse pulling him back slightly as his world seemed to blur around him- realizing the panic noises of the staff was not for you but for the twins. He didn't even have to say anything as the staff grew quiet at the single newborn cry in the room, sorrowful looks in their eyes as they looked to Buggy. One child laying still on the cot while the other was brought to him.
"I-Im so sorry- Only one survived" The midwife said softly and placed the tiny bundle in his arms still not cleaned and just wrapped in a blanket. Buggy held the suiviving twin, his body feeling cold and chest hollow as he stared down at her beautiful face.. She was so small... so fragile.
He felt his body shake as broken sobs left him and all he could do was hold her close to him, sobbing at the same time the newborn wailed.
"I-Its okay Cry away" He managed to say as he sobbed, feeling it was better in this moment and only this moment to not cry alone. He rocked the both of them in a desperate need to feel comfort at losing the love of his life and one of his children in one night..
He only glanced up from sobbing when the doctor placed a fresh white sheet over you and the deceased child's body. Covering it from sight as the Captian grieved.
Buggy smoothed a shaky hand over the newborn as the Midwife stepped forward to clearn off the newborn and get her dressed. Buggy not even realizing or caring the baby was covered in blood and goo. The midwife was quick, dressing the little girl and handing Buggy a bottle.
The new father still in a whirlpool of sorrow starred to feed her, still crying as before but with a broken smile on his lips.
"I-Im sorry you got saddled with me little one.. It's just us now.. You and me against it all" He said softly trying to ease his crying as the newborn began to down the bottle.
"You look like your mother... I-Im so happy for that... we hadn't figured out names yet, S-So hopefully your mother won't curse me but What about Mei-Mei? Hm?..." He managed as he pulled the empty bottle from her, holding her to his chest and patting her back as he continued to sob.
"Y-Yeah..My little Mei Mei"
Mihawk
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It was his fault... he should have stopped you- It was ment as a journey to find a doctor to assist in your soon to be delivery- Mihawk wanting to keep you behind but you insisted on coming along, but due to the enemies of the past it turned into a battle. Mihawk had been sure he had secured you in a safe place, away from the carnage but who would have known a young man barely out of his teens had spotted him and walked into the safe house with his gun raised and shot you-
He heard it, rushing back to slaughter the boy as he saw you laying there holding the wound to your chest and gasping for air.
Mihawk pressing against the wound to stop the bleeding but it was so close to your heart he was sure you grazed it. Your eyes widened as you touched his arm desperately tears flooding your gaze.
"S-Save them" You managed, Mihawk still pressing all the bullet wound on your chest before feeling your body go limp and heart stop right under his palm.
"No..." He growled, anger flooding his system as he was ready to burn this island to the ground- That was till your words rang in his ears and he placed his bloody palm on your stomach, Feeling the fluttering movement of his still alive child just before the surface. He knew what he had to do... Save them- Pulling the cross from his neck he uncapped it and took a shaky sigh.
"I-Im so sorry"
Mihawk felt for the first time his hands tremble, warm tears flooding his yellow eyes as he took a breath... he didn't have much time... Lifting the blade from his cross he struck down, cutting into your flesh as the warmth of your blood flooded his hands. Something he had never wanted to feel-
With care he cut through the corpse of your abdomen and to the womb- With skinned hands he pulled up his child and held them with care. Panic filling his eyes as he didn't hear a cry or them even move- Tossing the cross to the side he began to do cpr on the little girl, carefully forcing air into her lungs and trying to start her breathing.
"Please..." He whispered as he used three fingers to press on the little girls chest to start her heart, Before she coughed and began to wail into the night air. Mihawk sighing in relief and cutting the cord with his teeth unfortunately due to tossing the blade as he held the baby to his chest- Staring down at the gory mess that was you and he had to closed his eyes..
"I'm sorry (Y/N)..." He whispered both at having to disrespect your body even at your request.. and for you not being able to meet your guys daughter.
"... You were right.. a girl" He whispered, looking down finally at his child who was still crying- Shivering a bit from the cold so he took off his coat and wrapped her tightly in it.
"We will name here Meira.. the light of you" He whispered softly. He knew he needed to get his daughter medical attention but wasn't going to leave you like thisveither. So he buried you and placed all the flowers he could ontop of your makeshift grave- Walking away with his daughter in his arms to the closest village.
Crocodile
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It had all been going to well- yet in a second it changed.. You had gone into labor just hours before and Crocodile knew what to expect some pain, screaming and other discomforts before you gave birth to a healthy baby. However this? The back to back complications that left you exhausted and You had started to bleed during it all and the nurses started to panic...
You were fighting so hard, Crocodile holding your hand as you struggled to bring his child into the world. While his face was stoic and solid you knew the panic behind his eyes.. his wife the only one he would allow close to his heart- and the doctors were scrambling around you to ease the birth.
However you knew... you left it.. and Crocodile did as well.
"C-Croc promise me... you will love them like you love me..I love you" You manage to whisper out, Crocodile nodding hesitantly in agreement to your shaky words whispered voice managing out a 'I love you too'.
A cry ripped through your throat as another wash of pain hit you. Doctors trying to slow down the bleeding- After a few more desperate moments the doctors pulled the screaming child from between your legs. However that wasn't even highlighted as they scrambled to keep you Alive-
Crocodile being pushed to the side as they started CPR but- he felt it... he saw that final breath leave you and thay light fade from your eyes...
His world felt like it crumbled then, a nurse escorting him out to the benches just outside the room. Truthfully he was too dazed to care- the image of you gone still burning in his eyes.
Crocodile sat there in what could only be a state of shock- His wife was gone... ripped away due to his blood. It didn't take long for a skittish nurse to step forward, holding a blue bundle in her arms.
"I-Im sorry sir... I know there is nothing I can say to-" He shot her glare. Forcing her to shut up as she nodded and instead stepped forward to show him the bundle. There laid a plump baby, Crocodile felt his heart clench- especially when he could see the perfect mix between you and him.. Slowly he reached an arm out and took the baby slowly.
He watched the newborn yawn and cuddled into his chest carefully for warmth, sucking hard on the blue pacifier in his mouth as he clearly dreamt of food.
"...You are fortunate.. I loved your mother more then I can dislike you for taking her away... and I promised her" He said calmly down to the baby, holding him close as he stared down at the boys features. His mind drifting to you laying in bed next to him rubbing oil on the stretch marks of your swollen belly talking about all the hope you had for your child and the future...
"Hope... hm.. In honor of your Mother- your name is Kibo.. her last shred of hope"
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l0singsdogs · 4 months ago
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promo time.
don't worry im alive ( jason todd & bruce wayne). completed. words: 3,482  chapters: 1/1 
Bruce Wayne always knew letting Jason go was the right thing to do — especially when his boy seemed to carry pain on his shoulders and the past in his smile. But like any father, he asked for one small thing: a single text message every year, just to let him know he was alive. Letting Jason go had been one of the hardest things Bruce had ever done. But he was a father — and even the worst of them make sacrifices.
opinion: Basically, where Bruce lets his son — aka Jason Todd — go and live his life. I’ve always believed Jason deserves something better in some way, and this is what came out of it. Something painful but with a beautiful ending. I’m seriously thinking about writing a part two, but I’m still debating it — maybe.
"do you want to play with me, b?" (jason todd & bruce wayne). completed. words: 1,897  chapters: 1/1
Bruce Wayne hallucinates Jason sometimes. It happens in his worst moments — when fear toxin rushes through his veins, when battle overwhelms his senses, when the weight of the world feels too heavy on his shoulders. But he never expected to hallucinate Jason in his office, not when he thought his mind had stopped playing those cruel tricks. Yet, there Jason was, or at least the version Bruce's broken mind conjured. And Bruce couldn’t help but feel that familiar ache in his chest — a pain etched deep into his very soul. "Do you want to play with me, B?" his son asked. Bruce simply nodded, watching his little boy stand beside him, if only for a minute.
opinion: All I can say is that I got inspired by a Turkish drama (Yargi), where a character references his daughter in a horrible moment, and I thought to myself: Why not do that with Bruce? And this came out of it. I just like writing Bruce suffering — he deserves it.
when the masks fell. ( dickkory, timkon, jason todd x hapiness, batcat, stephcass). ongoing. words: 23,164 chapters: 5/? 
A world where there were no aliens, no metahumans, and no second chances at life. Where the Justice League didn’t exist, and heroes were nothing more than characters in movies. Where the Joker was just a playing card, and Batman was nothing more than a clever turn of phrase. Gotham was just another city. The police did their best to keep the streets safe. A world without heroes. Without vigilantes. It's a normal world. Or maybe the Batfamily had fallen into another universe—one where vigilantes, powers, and mutants were never real, where there were no secret identities, only family, goals, and dreams. Or perhaps, for just a fleeting moment, Bruce Wayne could dream of a normal life.
opinion: It came from things I saw and because I wanted something new. It’s the first thing I’m starting to write. But I love it because I’m having so much fun thinking about certain things. Obviously, we all want to see Dick Grayson as a world gymnastics champion.
good older brother. (dickkory) completed. words: 3,719 chapters: 1/1
Dick Grayson always liked the idea of being an older brother, but the downsides of it were something no one ever told him about. Or simply, a moment where Dick Grayson tries to have a date with Kory Anders without his younger brothers bothering him — and, of course, he clearly loses that battle. Or just a scene of Dick acting like the older brother while also trying to have a date with Kory at the same time.
opinion: A universe where I'll soon be posting more because I really like the idea of Bruce adopting everyone when they were younger. I love DickKory.
knightfall eternal ( dickkory background ) ongoing. words: 13,553  chapters: 4/? (very dark careful with the tags).
When Red Hood and Nightwing are sent on a mission to take down a new metahuman in Gotham City, they never expected to fall into another universe—one much darker, where the night has always ruled. It's a Gotham where the Dark Knight is more vengeful. A city where the light never seems to reign. Or simply a world where Jason Todd and Dick Grayson find themselves in a universe where Batman truly works alone. Where the Batfamily never existed. And maybe, just maybe, where Batman is far more terrifying than they ever thought possible. There was no life left in him. No humanity. Or a universe where Batman truly works alone. Where the Batfamily never existed. There was never a Robin. Batman lets himself be consumed by his inner beasts.
opnion: There’s not much to say — I just wanted something dark to write about, and this came out. Read at your own risk because this Batman has no humanity, like the vampires in TVD.
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diejager · 1 year ago
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hiii!!! Hope u are having a good dayy ☺️
I was wonder how 141 would react/interact with meeting their partner’s family?
feel free to ignore!!
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Cw: meeting family, nervous?, fluff, tell me if I missed any.
You’d met Johnny’s family last month, all five of you flying to Glasgow in a commercial plane despite the inconvenience of being cramped between him and Simon, stuck in an uncomfortable position where you were squeezed on both side by two walls of muscles. Johnny had a lively family, a farmhouse filled to the brim with happy memories and laughter, permanently imprinted on the walls with wide smiles and vibrant imagery. Although his parents already had so many mouths to feed, they had welcomed you without a thought, pending their home to Johnny’s group and fed you so much that you felt like you would explode by the end of the day. 
Johnny’s was so vastly different from Kyle’s, who you met the month before that, a small family of four with a calmer demeanour than the loud and rambunctious you met the next month. With a smaller family, they owned a smaller house with a single guest room that you shared: three in Kyle’s larger room and two in the smaller guest room. The arrangements were a bit cramped, but the house brought a soft and tender calmness, finding comfort in something slow and expected rather than an unexpected adventure.
Then Price’s sister before both of them, her small married life with one baby cradled in her arms, cooing and giggling at everything that moved. You hadn’t stayed long, all wanting to let her and her husband rest and care for the little babe, but you’d enjoyed your time there. You found a motherly character in Price’s sister, somewhat similar to Laswell when she frowned and scolded your lot for some idiotic plan you came up on the spot. 
And this month, it was your turn, the excitement of it lasting only a few moments before it dawned on you. Blood rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment and nervousness at having them temporary live in your small flat while your parents and siblings live under you. You shared your apartment with your sister, depending on her to keep your home clean and tidy while you were away. 
So she was the first one they met, shaking hands and somewhat shy when they exchanged names, having your sister spin tales about your childhood and small moments that left your red and flustered, hiding away with your feline friend. Listening to them laugh and chuckle at your fumbling and clumsy childhood until you mumbled out wanting to see your parents and brother. 
It had erupted into a chaotic mess of your brother embarrassing you and your parents feeling so grateful for keeping you alive, charming the minds out of the four of them. Especially when your father brought out beers and your mother food: homemade dinner around the table under the warm, yellow light of the kitchen. 
The room was filled with laughter and joy, bubbling with warmth and affection. It made your fear vanish, happy that you were able to show your family the men you loved and cared about. 
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thatspurgatory · 2 months ago
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OKAY FUCK DRAWING IM GONNA DEVELOP THE AMNESIA AU
//amnesia, gaslighting, just toxic yandere behavior
I do like the idea of people somehow discovering Silver is the son of Dawn Knight and Queen Leah and being the focus of attacks. He thought he was being injured for defending Malleus and that actually the person wanted to hurt Malleus instead of him, which isn't the case.
He gets hit by an amnesia spell, and the last thing he can see is his father coming up to him after defeating whoever was fighting Silver.
When he wakes up, the first he sees is this black and pink haired man throwing himself on him and hugging him, followed by some green haired guy starting to scold him for being so reckless. But all Silver can respond is, "Who are you? Why am I here?"
After the initial shock, Lillia ( who's very devastated to know his own son, doesn't remember a single thing about him, not even by telling him who he was) and Sebek go inform Malleus about the situation. Malleus was initially sad to know what happened to Silver... to think he probably doesn't remember Malleus either leaves him with a bitter taste on his mouth. However, he thinks it's better not to tell Silver everything, not even about his job as a bodyguard, as the amount of information he would get could stress him and not only but his duty might burden him when he needs to take time to rest.
Malleus and Lillia are very sure this attack was personal towards Silver, so while he rests, Lillia will look a way of regaining his son memories while Malleus investigates what the motive of the attack was ... he might as well need that person alive for now.
It's weird to Malleus, though, since Silver doesn't know about his duty and treats Malleus the same way he would treat a friend, even though he's more polite as Silver obviously knows he's a prince. It reminds him of simpler times when Silver was just the boy he used to visit every now and then, who loved to play with him, who didn't keep Malleus at a distance because of their roles.
Maybe Silver should stay not knowing this part. He can know everything but this, actually.
Malleus craves Silver's affection more than he knew, actually. He never knew how good it would be that they could hold hands, that Silver gets to talk to him about his problems (especially the amnesia) while Malleus listens and comforts him, that they even get to hug now... he doesn't want to let Silver go to being a retainer.
He can never return to the past now. Malleus doesn't want to feel so lonely anymore. He wants Silver close by his side, like a lover, not a guard.
Well, a little lie wouldn't hurt, would it? He did tell Lillia and Sebek to keep quiet about Silver's retainer job... it wouldn't hurt to tell Silver that he wasn't a body guard at all. After all, didn't that job hurt him? Malleus didn't need Silver's protection, but Silver DOES need Malleus to protect him at all times.
That mindset would worsen once Malleus found that Silver is being targeted for being Dawn's son. Ah, he gets too worried about him 24/7, and no one but Malleus is trustable enough to be so close to Silver, well, except Lillia and Sebek, he guesses. One more lie is fine. Those friends Silver had didn't want his good anyway, so even if Malleus did make some things up, he was right to do so.
The orders have changed now, and now they can't let Silver leave. What if he gets hurt so badly again? What if someone truly powerful is after him? Only Malleus can protect him. Not anyone else is capable of doing so. He tells Lillia that he doesn't need to look for a cure for Silver. They can just tell him everything. With the exception of that one information, of course. Lillia accepts it... maybe it's for the better that Silver doesn't know.
Ah, Malleus loves how Silver trusts him.
That's why he tells him they were lovers in the past, no more guard and prince history, that wasn't doing any good for both of them. They are lovers, always were, don't you trust Malleus to tell you the truth, Silver? It isn't good to worry about nothing at all? To just remain in the castle and love Malleus?
Silver doesn't need to know. After all, if he knew, Malleus would erase his memories once more again. That's the only way to save them both from a horrible path.
//yeah fuck the plot of the original game lol I just like the dialogues from Toma since they are very yandere!Malleus TO ME!!
"Are you scared of me?"
"Just like you don't care about my pain, I won't care for yours as well."
"I do everything to keep you safe, and yet you still escape."
I may have get some dialogues wrong BUT YOU GET THE VIBES
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donutsupremacy · 11 days ago
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Modern AU!Lyney Wedding + Family Hcs (Pt. 2)
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Summary
"Headcannons of how everyone's beloved magician becomes a devoted husband and a loving father."
Warnings/Spoilers
Modern, College AU
Gender neutral! Reader
Other side characters mentioned
Unofficial headcannons and facts (Obviously)
Definitely 100% Ooc for the sake of AU
Lyney swooning every few seconds and simping for reader as reader also simps for him
The twins are still unrelated to Arle and Fremi
Is this technically a hc post if it's 50% story and 50% hscs
A bit of PDA (Public Display of Affection)
Pregnancy/Adoption
Dw I'm not doing smut lol (...yet)
Purely fluff bc I'm craving for some fluff, so no angst like Misc*ncepti*n
fellas is it a crime to be severely deep in love with your wife, lyney asks
it's much longer than the first part ngl
Cheesy, very very cheesy
A/N: hi to the 5 ppl that remember me yes im still alive :D
Tbh I wasn't planning for a part 2, but I'm having writer's block and what better way to get rid of it by indulging myself with my 3rd favorite twink Lyney :3
it's not as romantic or sweet or funny as the first part, it's actually a little boring and super cheesy, sorry im rlly rusty with my writing lately and have been trying to get back into my usual writing style
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[Wedding Hcs]
➷ It had been a steady 3 to 4 years of dating with Lyney and by now, both of you had graduated and started working— It was a pity that you weren't working with Lyney in the same field, but it was sort of a blessing in disguise for Lyney.
➷ Not because he lost time or interest in you, don't get him wrong, he's trying to save every second of his free time for his family and you— But the job pays a lot, it also provided him a lot of time to secretly to plan something special for you; The wedding of your dreams.
➷ He's done as much research as he could— Subtly asking your favorite colours, casually strolling past boutiques that displayed all kinds of wedding dresses during your dates, and even making a whole list of people you liked and disliked. By the end of his investigations, he's had a whole corkboard in his bedroom that withheld every single information about your preferences for the wedding. It'll be your special day, and he'd be willing to do anything to make it perfect for you.
➷ For the ring, it was difficult to keep it a surprise— He wanted to make sure it was the right fit. But for that, he had a quick plan that'll help him maintain subtlety. While you were both having a movie date, he had you laying on his lap, combing his fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp.
➷ It was enough to make you fall asleep, and he quickly, but quietly, pulled out a little clay— molding it around your ring finger as gently as he could to not wake you up. Luckily, you woke up right as soon as he finished getting the right size, hiding the little ring shaped mold in his palm while making sure not to squish it.
➷ It took a really long time, but he finally had everything in place; Venue, decor, music and everything— Finally, he brought you to a field of flowers, your favorite flowers. It was just the two of you, he didn't want to overwhelm you just in case. Standing in the middle of the field, he gave you a short but heartfelt speech about how much he desired an everlasting eternity with you, every word tailored to shower you with his unending love and proof of his devotion for you. And as he got down on one knee, he finally pops the question and presents the ring, his heart beating rapidly with hope and nervousness.
➷ When you said yes, his arms immediately found purchase around you waist, lifting you up and twirling you around before giving you a deep kiss. It all went perfectly, it was like a fairytail and he achieved the best ending ever. After slipping the ring around your finger, the both of you roamed through the flower field, reminiscing past memories of when you two first met until now.
➷ During the wedding, Lyney was absolute mess despite having planned everything. Sure, you loved everything he planned for you... but what if something goes wrong!? The musicians could get sick before the day, the wedding cake might get ruined during transportation, heck— he's afraid the guests might not show up despite everyone being enthusiastic for the wedding!
➷ Poor Lynette and Freminet, having to spend almost an hour reassuring everything was fine— but it was all worth it since Freminet got to be best man and you chose Lynette as the maid of honor. And breaking the news to Arlechinno, it caught her off guard surprisingly. Ever since you dated Lyney, you got to spend more time with Arlechinno— Although, you did most of the talking and initiating (At one point, you may or may not have accidentally annoyed her once with your persistence), Arlechinno has been warming up to you... really, really slowly. And luckily, she was much more than eager to give you and Lyney her blessing.
➷ The wedding arrived quicker than he anticipated, Lyney realized he spent too much time to prepare the wedding perfectly that he wasn't mentally ready to register the fact that you were going to be his literal spouse soon. He stood at the altar, trembling while sweating bullets despite Freminet trying desperately to calm him down.
➷ But his body froze when you arrived accompanied by (Your Parent/Arlechinno), walking down the aisle in the most jaw dropping outfit he's ever seen you wore, it framed your body perfectly, complimenting your every feature— veil over your pretty face as the music filled the air. When you stood before him, his mind blanked, you just left him speechless that all he could say was a breathless 'Wow...'. His staring, though filled with pure unadulterated love for you, left you bashful. Never had he witnessed someone more beautiful become the being of beauty itself.
➷ Even after you said your vows, Lyney had to take just one more moment to absorb your glowing smile, the way you gave him those eyes. And he couldn't spare a single moment when he finally got to kiss you, a hand on your waist while the other supported the back of your head, nothing mattered more than the moment your lips connected with his as the bells rung and cheers sung throughout the building.
➷ It was a full house in the wedding, what with your relatives and Lyney inviting everyone from his orphanage— it got a little overwhelming at first, maybe even a little hectic, much to Lyney's dismay, but he was lucky to have Lynette and Freminet doing damage control and prevent any more disasters from happening. You enjoyed a feast with your husband, danced along in his arms and had a photoshoot. You even got to toss a bouquet, landing right in Lynettes hands, she hums before tossing the bouquet nonchalantly and giving the desperate bridesmaids a second chance to nab at it. It ends up in Freminets hands instead.
➷ After arriving at a hotel, you enjoyed a much needed quiet night with Lyney— Enjoying a glass of (drink) on the balcony, listening to Lyney excitedly planning for your honeymoon. Even as you settled in bed with him, his arms around your waist as he bring you closer into an intimate embrace, while he buried his face into your hair and inhaled that addicting scent of yours. His lips trailed to the back of your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your flesh while whispering sweet nothings into your ears, fingers gliding against your body.
[Parenthood Hcs]
➷ Lyney has said many times that he always wanted kids, especially a big family, he'll try to convince you to agree on having kids, but if you completely refuse, he'll back off for the sake of your comfort— He doesn't want to push you, but maybe you'll agree in the future, it's completely up to you. However, if you agree, you can either choose adoption or conceive through pergnancy.
➷ If you choose adoption, Lyney will either contact Arlechinno to ask for permission to adopt one of the younger children in the House of the Hearth or he'll bring you to a different orphanage if Arlechinno declines for whatever reason. Lyney would absolutely adore the idea of adopting multiple children immediately, but he doesn't mind starting with just 1 child, maybe you'll both eventually have more in the future. And once the adoption is sucessful, the first thing Lyney does is shower them with toys and gifts— After all, orphans deserve every bit of love, and he'll be the best father ever for them. He never got the childhood he really wanted, so he'll do everything in his power to give his children an unforgettable childhood.
➷ If you choose to conceive naturally through pregnancy, Lyney is a little flustered but also excited nonetheless. He'll take you to a fertility clinic and ensure you're able to conceive before starting the... process. Don't worry if it's your first time, he'll ensure your comfort and pleasure firsthand before his own, and he'll let you take your time. Again, he does hope to at least have twins, perhaps even triplets? If you fail, he comforts you, saying you can try again whenever you're ready and that he's willing to wait decades for you, why would he ever be disappointed in you for something completely out of your control?
➷ Once you get pregnant, he was estatic and had already began planning everything; The nursery, the toys, the clothes... Lyney has a severe baby fever, he would always check on the baby, and would get all giddy whenever he felt movement. Whenever you had cravings, Lyney would go on autopilot and drive to the nearest convenience store for your oddest snacks. And if you were aching? Lyney's lap is all open for you to rest your belly, and if you permit, he gives you light massages. Sure, he had to walk eggshells around you sometimes if the hormones were getting to you, but anything for his sweet little spouse carrying his babies.
➷ When you went into labor, Lyney will literally carrying you to the car, he may not be the most strongest person, but hos adrenaline kicked in and he was hoisting you up bridal style straight to the car. If he was forced to wait outside, Lyney would be pacing back and forth endlessly, too stressed about your safety and the baby's health to even realize the doctors had came out calling for his name for the past 2 minutes. But, if he was allowed by your side, he offers his hand for you while trying his best to comfort you... it's a little hard to do that when you're slowly crushing the bones in his hand though.
➷ When the baby is delivered, he started crying as you held the little one, sitting next to you and pointing out all their features that matched either yours or his. He showers you with quiet praises on how strong you are for carrying and birthing the baby, promising to help look after both you and your child.
➷ Being parents for first time is always tough, but neither you or Lyney regretted a single thing after having a child together. Sure, your sleep schedule's been messed up by the constant midnight crying, it's tedious having to baby proof most things in the house, and he almost had a heart attack when he saw his baby dangling off a table one time— but in the end, both you and Lyney showered your child with endless affection.
➷ Lyney even gets a little jealous when he sees you sending pictures of you playing with your baby ehile he's at work, he wants your affection and wants to pamper his sweet little precious child with love too! But no, he's stuck at work... You should get prepared to have a clingy Lyney begging for cuddles with you and the baby to make up for the lost time. He wants to give you and the baby his love too!
➷ If you had any doubts or felt as though you weren't doing well enough as a parent, Lyney puts everything aside to give you a gentle hug, reminding you that it's both your first time being parents— mistakes happen and he'll be with you in every step of the way to help raise your children, as he said so in his vows that he'll always look after you even if you're at your lowest, he'll never ever consider you as a bad parent.
➷ Gradually, taking care of the little one gets easier as time flies by, you and Lyney had to take turns to look after the baby— Bathing, feeding, educating, entertaining, you're thankful for having such a caring husband that cares for both you and your baby. You're not slacking off either, you're working your hardest to ensure both your baby and husband is happy and healthy, if Lyney were to get sick, you had to physically put him to bed instead of focusing on work or caring for the baby.
➷ As for Lynette, Freminet and Arlechinno? Freminet was nervous, Lynette was... mildly excited (At least it's a positive reaction?), and Arlechinno had prepared extra baby care for you. Everything was covered by the House of the Hearth, you dare not to ask about where the money came from. If either you or Lyney were occupied for whatever reason, Lynette and Freminet offered to babysit.
➷ Lynette is a great Aunt, keeping your baby entertained and fed. Freminet kept a close eye, not leaving your child out of sight in fear of your baby accidentally getting hurt, he even purchased a book about babies— he's prepared. Very very prepared.
➷ You once witnessed Arlechinno cradling your child while Lynette and Freminet were taking care of something else. Arlechinno says your child reminds her of when she first found Lyney when he was a child, your baby's eyes were full of the innocence he once had in his past. Seeing Lyney's child in her arms, Arlechinno can't help but smile and voice out how proud she feels about how strong your relationship with him is. She feels complete to see one of her children fulfilling everything they wanted in life, and she's prepared to be a grandparent.
➷ Once Lyney came home late since he had to stop by the House of Hearth to help the orphanage, he finds you cradling the baby— both asleep on the couch, toys scattered across the floor and empty baby bottles on the table. You seem to be exhausted, but content even after everything that's happened. It's seeing you in such a peaceful and happy state with your baby that reminds him; Why he's working hard for you, why he's built his life with you, why he had a family with you, and why he fell in love with you.
➷ You were the love of his life, the parent of his child, everything you've both sacrificed for was to help build and support eachother. Every memory he has with you was sacred, a treasure he would never let go. That's what love is to him, to see you smile, to see you laugh, to see you grow with your child, to make new memories with you, small and big. No matter what challenges may lay ahead, Lyney was ready to bear through even the toughest storms, so as long as he has you by his side— he'll do anything for you and the family you've both built. Lyney loves you, and he always will.
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"My sweet darling, I've said it once and I'll say it again; You're the reason my heart beats. You're the goddess of my world, and I will be your loyal worshipper, even after my last breath. Should you run into any trouble, I will be at your beck and call. My dear, I am always yours."
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*bats my eyelashes* 12 for remus
12. what i think their childhood was like
omg sweet baby angel remus.... hope and lyall prayed for yearsss to have a baby. they only ever wanted one, and they wanted it to be a boy. they used to lay around the floor of the spare room in their apartment in london and talk all about him - what his name was going to be, what they thought his hair would look like, the shape of his little fingers and toes. it takes them a long time, but then hope is pregnant, and they're over the moon. lyall builds the crib and changing table and rocking chair himself, and hope plays him all of her favorite records. he's the most perfect baby in the world when he arrives - he's a really happy baby that turns into a giggly excited little toddler, and both hope and lyall's parents are obsessed with him. and then he's four, and greyback breaks into his bedroom at night, and everything changes. i think there's suchhh an interesting case to be made likening the attack to sa but also im going to cry if i write that rn... but the effects, still: lyall is horrified, hope has no idea what to do, and their families are ashamed. they move far away to wales, lyall quits his job, and they basically become completely self-sustainable. money is extremely tight, but caring for remus is a full-time job for both of them. i think he really nearly dies after the attack, which scares lyall to no end - because remus cannot die. that's his bottom line. hope can barely stand to see him in any sort of pain, but lyall is the first one to accept that this is their new normal - that remus will be in pain, once a month, and they can't avoid it, so what they need to do is keep remus alive. lyall sort of shuts down, and his motivation becomes providing for remus. hope wants remus to be comfortable - she tries to never scare him by crying, she makes him soups and learns how to make healing potions and tells remus she loves him every single day. so remus has a very tragic childhood but in between all of those horrible parts are his parents, holding him through it. he never meets other kids his age, but he doesn't want to. he has his books and his mother to bandage him up and his father to pick herbs from their garden. he criessssss like a little baby when he finds out he has to go away, and he Does Not want to go. it's lyall who pushes it, because he went to hogwarts and he knows remus shouldn't be robbed of that experience, and also kinda because he wants his wife back. anyway this got farrrr too long but remus looks back on his childhood with very warm and squishy feelings. he doesn't think of the nights spent bleeding in the basement, he thinks of the warm sun in the garden on his face and how his father smelt and his mother's soft voice. and neither of them hated him or were embarrassed of him because of what he was.
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we do not excuse jaime for just being an inexperienced teen, we are acknowledging the reality of it straight up not being possible for him to teleport over from 7 to the drawbridge of 26 faster than it takes two men to finish scaling the walls of 26 (the text confirms twice that the scaling was happening already when jaime was murdering aerys) to prevent an order the text says he doesnt know about that also contradicts a command that he explicitly gives to his father’s men after hearing incomplete information about the state of the situation. and all this after he finishes committing one of the most significant oathbreakings in history and the most defining act of his life of murdering his own king to prevent a whole city from being nuked. he was left alone as the only kg to guard the red keep. there is a core issue here of him being unable to do all of this alone even if he had all the information. even if he tried to do everything in his power and had all the right suspicions and the knowledge to act he would have been unable to stop it. the text emphasizes this, it emphasizes that he was with the king, slitting his throat, to save a city, instead of being near or at the drawbridge at maegor’s (a knight of the kingsguard is positioned there usually for a reason). jaime was surrounded by the kg, experienced adults, who for two years enabled an erratic and paranoid tyrant to burn people alive, start a war by doing so, rape and abuse his wife, and place caches of wildfire across a city. and all this time these adults have told jaime nothing but “accept this, you swore to obey, stay near him. keep your oath.” but the person that has to be condemned for “incompetence” and “cowardice” (because, yes, based on all this information it is the only ground you have. there is no evidence of malicious intent or apathy of any sort. we know what information he has. we know what he thought during) is him. i dont even blame rhaegar, again, he expected to return “we will talk when i return”, and even finally do what was long overdue and deal with aerys, and he was likely confident he would because of a prophecy that i know concerned an existential threat to humanity, and he did not know what would happen at the trident and that his father would be so paranoid that he would lock elia and her children in the red keep (if you use the argument that jaime should know and think about everything his father may or may not do the very minute he is found murdering the king by the men that tell him, incorrectly, that the place is secured, and he should suspect that his order to spare everybody that yields is already being contradicted by a secret order of his father’s, then this same exact argument can be applied to rhaegar and he should have had a different strategy or a safety net, or been more cautious when it comes to the threat his father represents or straight up just been able to deal with him as if it is that easy. his family were just not allowed to leave with rhaella and viserys (who was named heir, with aegon effectively disinherited) as elia wanted because aerys felt like he was betrayed by dorne and lewyn after the trident (also speaks to what duty rhaegar even expected of jaime when he left. it is present in their last conversation. what threat he is aware of. we see what he tells him. both he and darry expect him to remain with the king at all times and serve as a hostage against tywin and keep aerys in check. they also know he is just one person)
why is jaime even singled out? not other kingsguard who knew he was in the city alone (post the trident or before the trident) and that aerys is a tyrannical threat (but my vows and orders wahh), not pycelle, not tywin, not the men that did the horrid action themselves. in order to absolve rhaegar of any and all responsibility when it comes to naivety or lack of foresight (neither flaw is a detriment to his moral character) u shift the blame and criticize jaime for the exact same thing in an even more absurdly unfair way. you guys want him to be someone this evil and apathetic from the beginning, with his guilt over failure rooted in that, when the whole point is that he stagnated and morally deteriorated due to how cynical all of this made him.
and regarding the argument that he is considered the most skilled kg by these people and so they rightfully think that he should be able to handle the red keep and all these responsibilities alone: “Selmy had never approved of Jaime's presence in his precious Kingsguard. Before the rebellion, the old knight thought him too young and untried; afterward, he had been known to say that the Kingslayer should exchange that white cloak for a black one.”
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Splintered ch 1
Shane walsh alternative ending
So, Shane actually lives in this one. Major plot twist! Set in season 2 ep 12. I borrowed some dialogue from the show but threw in my own stuff too. Honestly, writing this chapter took way longer than I thought because I basically had to choreograph a whole fight scene. Who knew writing about people hitting eachother was so hard? But i'm so proud of how it turned out.
This is just the start. I’m hoping to turn it into a series focusing on Shane and everything that happens after this. Buckle up! heres an ao3 link if you prefer to read there
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66247660
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Woods— Evening
"Randall's not the only threat out there. Keep an eye out for each other."
With that final ask, the group splits off into pairs—Daryl and Glenn heading right, Rick and Shane going left.
The two of them walk through the dim woods, only sound between them being the chirping of crickets and the crunching of leaves under boots. After a stretch of silence, Rick spoke.
"Looks like it's busted pretty bad." he said, nodding towards Shane's mangled nose.
"It's fine, man. Don't worry 'bout me." Shane replied, avoiding Rick's eyes.
Without letting the moment linger, he moves ahead, leading the way deeper into the trees.
Questions looped in Rick's mind.
How did Randall slip his cuffs?
How in his condition, did he get the jump on Shane?
What was Shane doing over there in the first place?
Why would Randall risk a fight for a gun when he could've just ran?
His stomach turned as they walked. Not wanting to believe his friend—his brother would lie about that.
They were nearing the last stretch of brush. Through thinning trees, a grassy field could be seen. Before they could reach it Shane stops.
"Does this way feel right?" Rick asked, brows furrowed.
Shane didn't answer right away. Shoulders stiff, back tense.
Without turning around, he spoke. Low and flat.
"You don't trust me."
Ricks stomach lurched.
"What are you talkin' about?" he asked carefully.
"The kid." Shane said, finally turning to face him. It was dark but Rick could still see the growing swelling on his nose, the look in his eyes. "You think i'm a liar, that I planted him out here."
Rick didn't answer.
Shane took a step closer, voice slightly rising. "Go on, say it. Ever since that day in Merit County you've been lookin' at me like i'm some kinda threat.
"That isn't true."
"The hell it ain't!" Shane snapped, coming closer, reaching for the gun in his belt. "You think I don't notice the way you act when i'm around?" he takes a breath. "Around Lori. Around Carl, like I ain't already put my life on the line for every single person in that house." he gestures.
Tension builds and Rick hovers over his knife as they slowly start to circle. Just in case.
"Shane." he said slowly, trying to reason. "We can talk this through. But not here, not like this."
"Talk. Thats all you ever have Rick, words. You think l'm the problem? Truth is i've been the one keeping everyone alive while you play sheriff." Shane's breaths becoming more frequent. "I did what I had to do. And yeah, i handled it my way, but you? You're always two steps behind until its too damn late."
Rick heart starts to pound against his chest as he's starting to realize this is bigger than just Randall.
More aggravated, Shane continues. "I'm a better father than you Rick. Im better for Lori than you, man. It's cause im a better man than you, Rick. Cause I can be here and i'll fight for it. But you, you come back here and you just destroy everything!"
The sting of his words are a slap in the face to Rick, but he stays silent.
"You got a broken woman. You got a weak boy. You ain't got the first clue on how to fix it.
After a brief pause, Rick finally speaks. "Watch my hand, nice and easy." he says as he reaches for his gun, Shane gripping his tighter. Rick holds it out—not as a a threat, but as plea to stop this.
"Listen to me Shane,
There is still a way back from this. We're gonna lay down our guns—"
Suddenly there's a snarl. Too close.
Something slams into Shane from behind.
A walker.
The impact sends him stumbling forward, gun slipping from his grasp, landing somewhere in the mess of leaves and twigs.
He whips around just quick enough to catch the ugly creature by the upper arms, both falling backwards, wind stolen from Shane's lungs from the impact.
The walker's teeth gnashing, desperately trying to grab him—to rip him apart.
He looks around for something, anything to grab. Finding a rock he brings it to the walkers rotting skull in one swift motion. Then again, and again, and again.
Fragments of bone, dark blood, and rot drench his face, neck, and chest, clinging thick like tar.
He doesn't stop.
Not until the walker is a pulped mess—unrecognizable, long dead.
Only then pushing it off, and flipping to his knees, breaths coming out fast and laboured.
Rick slowly moves towards him.
"Shane we need to go." his voice more desperate.
But for a different reason.
More leaves rustling and twigs snapping. More walkers started to wonder in, drawn by the commotion.
With Shane still on the ground, he goes to put a hand on his shoulder, but is quickly grabbed.
Shane's hand clamps around Rick's wrist and yanks hard. Before Rick can react he's thrown off balance, landing harshly on his chest and shoulder, face in the dirt.
Rick lets out a strangled grunt. He barely has time to blink before Shane is on him—one knee pressed into his abdomen, fists violently swinging.
A punch connects with his jaw, then with his eye. Rick manages to block the next one, but Shane wont let up.
Hes not fighting to prove something, hes fighting to end this.
Rick gets in a punch to his face, then knees him in the stomach—enough to give him a chance to scramble away.
Just as he manages to crawl, one... two... three more walkers come crashing through the trees.
Soon again Shane is back on him.
Grabbing him into a choke hold.
Rick struggles against it, grabbing and clawing, trying to get to his face.
Shane's forearm locks under Rick's chin, crushing his windpipe. Kicking and gasping, hes drug across the forest floor, not being able to steady his feet to take some pressure off his throat. Shane's face is tight with rage, his breath hot against Rick's ear.
"We don't get to come back from this," he growls.
"You don't get to walk away again."
Rick's vision starts to tunnel.
Then—snarling.
The walkers are almost on them.
Shane hesitates
Then he lets go. Not out of mercy.
Out of rage.
He shoves Rick, right towards the walkers.
He stumbles, coughing, head spinning as he hits the dirt. One walker lunges. He ducks and pushes it to the ground with a guttural yell.
Another comes from the side.
Unsheathing and swinging his knife, he slices through its temple.
Then—thundering footsteps from behind.
Shane.
Whether to come help, or to hurt, Rick didn't know.
Instincts took over.
He spins, blade slashing.
The knife tears through Shane's face, jaw to brow, deep and jagged.
Shane stumbles backwards with a roar, blood streaming down face, staining his shirt and ground beneath him.
Rick stands there, gasping for air, throat raw, face bruised, eyes locked with his former bestfriend.
More and more walkers pour in, snapping branches, crashing through brush like a wave.
Rick backs away weapon raised.
Shane gripping his face, lets out a defeated growl through gritted teeth, backing away.
Forced apart, separated by the dead.
Rick sees Shane one last time, his silhouette flickering between the crowd of bodies.
Just like that—
Gone.
Swallowed up by the darkness of the forest.
They don't get to finish.
In the end its not words or fists that decide anything.
It's the dead that get the final say.
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jazeswhbhaven · 14 days ago
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From the past event ending, I'm just going to ramble about my MC's dynamic with Agares real quick, since you know I made a fankid for them 💀
Astra went to Niflheim due to a lost bet when in Abyssos, by herself may I add. During this time she was tasked to take something from Belphegor's room while he was sleeping but she had no clue which room was his because that was up to her to figure out as per the rules.
She did find the room that Belphegor sleeps in after sneaking in and going undetected because everyone is busy and didn't pay attention to her, she took a single die from the pair of dice he has and figured that would be enough. No one was in the room at the time so it was easy. However, someone was coming back to the room (Beleth and Harumon) and she had to get out of there fast, but since she wasn't paying attention (bless her) she runs smack dab into Agares in the hallway and he notices the die in her hand that she took.
I played off his philia, where he was intrigued why she would be stealing from Belphie and he took her to pry about it. During their chat, he remembers something that was deep in his memories he had forgotten as a child, a little girl that looked similar to Astra found him in the street and started stealing items to bring back to him to keep him alive and look after him. It's here that he deludes himself thinking she had come to Niflheim because she recognizes him as the true King and not Belphegor.
Astra gets low on demon essence and since there's no other demons around she had to ask him hastily. He's reluctant, (Vassago is suspicious) due to this being his first time being intimate with anyone in his entire life in such a way. He figures, "she saved me before so I will return the favor".
After they do their thing, Astra leaves suddenly because she gets a text from Satan saying he's coming to pick her up. In her rush, she leaves the die behind kind of reminiscent to the "glass slipper" reference in Cinderella and Agares holds onto it.
Turns out though the die that Astra took wasn't even the one that Belphie uses (he always keeps it on his person) and just some random d20 die he has lying around but Agares doesn't even notice or care. Each time she returns to Niflheim though, he makes a point to run into her and gets highly upset if she gets essence from any other devil that isn't himself.
In my fankid AU, before she leaves she visits him for one last time, and this is the first time Agares reveals his feelings and promises her that he'd take back the throne so she can be by his side, and because of those strong emotions he essentially manifests their child into existence during their last intimate moment together! (Bam baby Clem exists)
Their dynamic is a tragic love story, Astra can't give him the love he wants or expects because she is with Satan and Mammon. But in his head the only thing that holds her back is status, not anything else. He feels that she will be with him if he's King no matter what she says to him. Vassago even tries to give his input but Agares gets angry and it's never brought up again. Their love is not ideal, it's very delusional and more of a coping mechanism for Agares as motivation to take back his title even more than before.
When baby Clem comes to live with him, he waits for a while for Astra to return and she doesn't. Agares is then convinced that she's dead and that the Kings of Hell failed him once again only this time "because they failed in protecting Astra". He then starts promising Clem that he will protect him and not to rely on the Kings at all because they will always fall short. Clem though becomes friends with my other fankids and he learns the sad story of his father's actions and feelings. He keeps this to himself and humors his father, because he is all he has left in Hell other than Vassago.
PHEW THIS IS ANGSTY ASF IM SORRY AGARES 😭🍊
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reijisteacup · 2 months ago
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Im not sure if your familiar with Cantarella Fisalia from wuwa but what would the S boy's reaction to their very old dusty father having a 4th wife (Cantarella) who isnt a vampire because shes a siren and btw also their reaction to finding out that Cantarella not loving Karlheinz and only married him because of a contract
Anon....youre a flipping genius!!! I love this and KArL sucks T_T
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Sakamaki's
Shu Sakamaki:
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“…Another one? That bastard really collects women like furniture.” Shu doesn’t care much for his father’s affairs, but the fact that this one isn’t a vampire and doesn’t even love the guy? Incredible. The moment he hears Cantarella’s voice and realizes she’s a siren, he's wary but vaguely entertained. “She’s probably smarter than the last three… Can’t blame her for using a contract to keep herself alive.” Lowkey respects her. Might even fall asleep during her songs and pretend it's because she’s boring—but she catches him listening anyway.
Reiji Sakamaki:
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“…A siren, Father? Surely you’ve grown desperate.” Reiji is absolutely livid that Karlheinz dared to marry a non-vampire, let alone a creature whose mythos involves manipulating others through song and seduction. He suspects her of ulterior motives immediately. But when he finds out she doesn’t love Karlheinz and is just fulfilling a contract, he raises a glass. “Well. At least someone in this wretched family operates on logic.” He’d be extremely civil to her—but coldly observant. He respects her mind, but he’s watching for betrayal at all times.
Laito Sakamaki:
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“Oh~? Bitch-chan, Father’s got another bride? A siren this time? How exotic~” Laito is extremely intrigued. He treats her like a celebrity. He flirts, pokes fun, and constantly asks her to “sing something just for him.” But the moment he realizes she’s with Karlheinz under contract and doesn’t even love him? He smirks. “Oh my… What a lovely little snake in his Eden~” He starts admiring her as a fellow manipulator—someone who learned how to survive in the devil’s house. He might try to get closer but knows better than to push a siren too far.
Kanato Sakamaki:
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“…She isn’t like the others. I don’t like it.” Kanato is deeply suspicious. Her voice makes his dolls shiver. Her calmness disturbs him. He accuses her of “stealing Father’s attention” even though he never wanted it himself. But the moment he hears she doesn’t love Karlheinz and is only here because of a contract, something clicks in his broken little mind. “…So you’re trapped, too. Just like us.” He starts watching her more closely—not in hatred, but in fascinated recognition. He won’t say it, but she unnerves and comforts him at the same time.
Ayato Sakamaki:
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“WHAT?! Old man got a sea witch for a wife?!” Ayato finds out and starts laughing. A siren? Not a vampire? Hilarious. At first he wants to mess with her, thinking she’s just another pawn like his real mom—but then he hears her hum a single haunting note and suddenly his knees get weak. “Oi, quit that singing sh*t! It’s creepy!” When he finds out she doesn’t actually love Karlheinz? “Ohhhh, so that’s why you married that dusty freak. Makes sense.” Now he likes her. Big sis energy. He might even follow her around asking for siren training.
Subaru Sakamaki:
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“…Tch. A siren? Seriously? What the hell’s he thinking…” Subaru is instantly on edge. Sirens = dangerous. Karlheinz = worse. Combine the two? Explosive. He assumes she’s another tool or traitor—until she gently deflects his rage without fear, and he realizes she doesn’t love Karlheinz at all. “…You really don’t care about him?” When she nods and says, “I’m only here because I have to be,” something cracks in Subaru’s chest. “…Then you’re just like us.” Now he silently watches her from a distance, both protectively and warily. He wants to believe she’s good—but he’s been burned too many times.
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variousqueerthings · 4 months ago
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argh @pigtailedgirl im thinking again!!!! (many such thoughts)
BEEN THINKING ABOUT fraser bending reality and the show as a fairytale and what each part of the story is doing for fraser, with a dash of "and where will it end"
also because i was writing about rayv and using the word crutch in this one post, and it's not wholly the right or wrong word, because i think ray vecchio was (is, my man ait'ent dead) a life-altering meeting and partnership for the both of them [insert here all my meta about what they mean to one another and the ways they change things for each other] and that technically they probably could've just trundled along until they got old and retired to a cabin in canada or smth, see "we bonded" (unless ray got married, but that's another thought for another day)
but also that this relying on ray to be there became such a single strong pillar for fraser (with the less strong pillars of his apartment and wider community, one of which does still exist -- sort of like sherlock holmes' familiars) that it no longer being there opened up some doors into rooms that fraser had merely closed, rather than properly dealt with the contents of. he only admitted (badly, but still) that he had imagined murdering gerrard ("his father's killers") in season four. and there's something going on about the whole ongoing joke of "i first came to chicago on the trail of my fathers killers..." introduction, it's alllll about that in a way, this story, always was. waiting to see if it comes full circle somehow in the finale
anyway. he's Affected. the lack of support structure (singular) makes other things fall apart. i think, crucially, belief in a sense (belief that things can get better? belief that he can fix things? belief that he can heal, properly?) and that belief affects the magic
and then i think about that in terms of fraser and reality. fraser can lend a man 100 dollars and the money will return to him. he can find al capone's lost treasure. he can save a kid from getting lost in the system by giving him some money to walk diefenbaker on the promise he keeps going to school. he can ensure the return of two tsienshien heritage items after theve been kept apart for over 100 years due to colonialism. etcetc.
in s2 there were ongoing questions (that had first been raised way back in the pilot, and especially in s1 the wild bunch) about whether the city -- with all its corrupt institutions, environmental destruction, and cruelty -- is actually good for fraser. that it might "eat him alive" as it were (thanks gerrard)
and in s3-4 (im still figuring out whether to say 3pt1/pt2 or s3/4) things get... bleaker (there has been bleakness in s1-2 but the only truly helpless episode is juliet, which... i'll save the rayv part for another post, but it does belong to the thinking): the murder of a young woman is solved but she's still dead and the episode is really about her father's grief. another young woman is saved from execution, but she still spent eight years on deathrow and is severely traumatised. that ultimately quite depressing boxing episode. bruce spender discovering the betrayal of his brother. janet. and of course, the flooding of a village that fraser spent his childhood in, something he doesn't even attempt really to stop
and the thing is, i still read fraser as bending reality around him, it's just that he's been weighed down by things now, they are Affecting him more, and as consequence he simply can't be there for the world in the same way. reality is bending to fit his own pain, and so the world is sadder too
but. he's not given up. he's still doing the job and things sometimes absolutely do get fixed (mojo rising as an example). and most of all, the person who's on the receiving end of fraser trying to fix things... is ray kowalski. whose life when we meet him is not at its best. he's lost himself and doesn't really know where to go looking to do anything about that, but i do think he's proactive from the start in trying even though his first two thoughts (killing the man who embarrassed him as a kid, wooing back his ex-wife) aren't the best ones and he first has to face that in order to move forward
ray kowalski has fixed quite a lot of things for himself at this point. his confidence, his relationship with his father, his identity (literally, he has become kowalski after a good long time of having to pretend to be vecchio), past mistakes, he seems to be healed from his divorce, it's goin pretty well for him
i like the idea that fraser is offsetting his own dreams by giving ray his -- lean hard into caretaking-as-service and pretend that's the same thing as being okay. and meanwhile, ironically, ray is modelling what fraser needs to be brave enough to do (face his past head-on). i think ray kowalski will also be good for fraser, and it's a different trajectory (not immediate, they needed a good half season/13 episodes to really start), a different Structure (ray kowalski having something of a "fixed my own lifejacket, now we should get to yours" feeling happening as of earlyish s4) a different Outcome (more somber than previously, but important)
but ultimately, still a fairytale, in that fraser is still a fairytale and the very structure of the show bends around how he feels
as for where it ends (this story, not necessarily the story if one can imagine a "and what next")... well yeah. we shall see. ultimately the two halves of the arc will come together (ray'n'ray) and that will make something change again. the belief comes back?
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