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shegetsburned · 6 months ago

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❝ somethin’ stupid like i love you ❞ w. shiu kong ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .

.nsfw.

• — content. shiu realizes he’s slowly falling for you and absolutely hates it. • — author’s note. coming back of hiatus with this! part of my fwb shiu content. feel free to send suggestions for this trope btw <3

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who genuinely thinks this whole thing is suspicious. it has never happened before. there’s no way he’s thinking about you this much. you must be playing a game he isn’t aware of.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who after a few months, made many more calls and asked for you more often than the usual one day a week. it has come to three to four days and even when you were busy he found ways to clear your schedule and have you all to himself.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who has gotten rougher and less patient when he fucks you. as soon as he steps through the door his hands are all over you and his warm breath covers your neck like he had been waiting all day to finally get a sample of your addicting scent.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who has a habit of “forgetting” his jacket or his pack of cigarettes at your place just to call you a few hours later to pass by and get his items back. little did you know it was just to see you some more.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who stays longer and doesn’t leave you as soon as he’s done. to your surprise, he stays until you fall asleep or sometimes when you’re lucky, shares a bath or a shower with you. nothing sexual, he just prefers to stay clean and helps you in the process.

you two have easy conversations about anything and everything without being scared of the other’s judgment. shiu likes to talk about anything as long as it doesn’t involve work and you love it when his deep chuckle resonates in your ears.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who has asked himself several times why he always needed to come back to you. he never realized how much he looked forward to these intimate moments which contradicted the whole accord you guys had made. this was supposed to be temporary and, now, he couldn’t go two days without the touch of your skin against his.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who begins to open up more about his work and clients. how uninteresting and full of cash they are, how good the pay is and how easy it is to fool scared millionaires. more importantly, he had told you in total confidence that he thought about quitting his job. it may have been easy money but it wasn’t the most morally fulfilling job.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who, for the first time, has stayed the night, sleeping in with you. you thought you’d awoke to an empty side of the bed, like always, but here he was, peacefully sleeping. needless to say, you had never seen him reveal this side of himself. he looked so comfortable, you were the one to leave first that morning.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who cursed himself for falling asleep in your bed, but it felt so good and he was so tired that his body had just given out. he made sure to gather everything before leaving in a hurry. no jacket or packs forgotten, only leaving his fresh and rich smell of smoke all over your apartment.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who was distracted at work. his thoughts diverged to his hands trailing your curves and your perfect lips he wanted to taste so badly. the feeling pierced his heart. did he actually miss you?

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who tried to dismiss his feelings by taking a small break from you and hooking up with different girls. despite his best efforts, nothing felt right when he was fucking them. he was quick and uninterested. it was so boring without you.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who, determined to not fall into your meaningless trap, has finally decided to give you one final call. he’d explain everything to you in person.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who got lost in time and ended up pussy drunk, between your legs, once again squeezing his soft tongue into your tight pussy. after all these sessions, he came to be the best at eating you out and knowing precisely how you wanted to be touched and handled.

“god- i fucking love you, [y/n].” he murmurs against your sloppy entrance, heavy breath itching at your skin and you can’t quite discern his sentence before panic finally sets in.

it comes out so easily out of his mouth, between two pants, like praise he had said over and over again. he doesn’t even notice, but you do. oh, yes you do.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who continues to place wet kisses on your inner thighs but you had stopped clenching the sheets to stare at him, eyes wide open. shiu was so strict about following the rules he had personally set, to maintain this kind of relationship and here he was saying that he loved you. what a fool.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who’s so mesmerized by your euphoric scent that he hasn’t yet become aware of the fact that he accidentally confessed to you. you can feel your heartbeat fasten and your pulse through your ears when he pronounces the words. your pink-tinted cheeks betray how flustered you are.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who brings you back to reality with a guttural groan as he dives back against your dripping folds, his nose pressing against your clit. his hands open up your legs more as you give out the meaningless fight and fall deeper into his delicious embrace.

“f-fuck.. wait- aaah- shiu..”

your mind’s hazy from the pleasure but you’re still thinking about his words. you wonder if it was only in the heat of the moment or a true confession he couldn’t have hidden much longer.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who had promised to never kiss you in fear of his emotions getting the best of him, but this night was different. your puffy pink lips were looking particularly pretty and captivating. he wasn’t one to break promises but his self-control was hanging on by a thread when he was so drunk over you. he moved upward, parting with your needy cunt to place a trail of light kisses along your chest, from your belly all the way to your neck.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who doesn’t hesitate further. his whole body’s covering yours when he leans into your neck, nibbling at the skin before capturing your lips in a hot and steamy kiss. he’s breathing the amount of air you have left, causing you to stop him abruptly, your fingers pushing his lips away. he’s taken aback, his eyes questioning yours with your skin still blocking his lips.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who looks perplex, like he missed an episode. what were you so tense all of a sudden? wasn’t he doing enough? you always loved the way he ate you out, so what’s changed? of course, he had forgotten about the kissing rule, but the flustered gaze you were wearing told him something else bothered you the most.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu whose gaze goes from your wet lips to your eyes. he knows what he did wrong but the memory of his confession is still blurry. delicately enough, he wraps his hand around your wrist to free his mouth. you whisper his name, panting, but he cuts you off almost immediately.

“don’t read too much into what i say when we’re fuckin’, angel.”

he’s trying to defend himself. truth is he was almost ashamed of slipping out to you like that. exposing his buried feelings to you made him want to disappear, especially considering the face you were wearing right now.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who’s reluctant to talk about it, he doesn’t want to talk about his feelings, he just wants to fuck you. had he forgotten why he came here in the first place? he had never gone this far with any of the girls he was fucking before and here he was, almost completely naked and so drunk over you that your pussy wasn’t enough for a taste. wasn’t he supposed to talk to you about terminating this affair?

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who was embarrassed to be so vulnerable when it came to you. he quickly regains his senses, moving away to give you enough space to sit up and wrap your sweating figure with the sheets.

“why are you so ashamed of it, shiu?”

he shakes his head frenetically. god. you didn’t understand anything did you? being obsessed with you wasn’t in any of his plans. he needed to get out of this situation quickly, otherwise he’d simply betray himself further.

“we can’t do this anymore. I’m ending our deal.” he says, skillfully putting his belt back with his clenched back muscles exposed to your sight.

his words were frustrating. was it your fault? was it you that he was so ashamed to love? “you were the one to break the rules, shiu.”

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who brushes it off, buttoning his white shirt back on. his hands travel inside his pockets, desperately searching for a cigarette. it was so annoying. it was so annoying that you could see right through him and that he had no power over it. he had no power over his feelings for you and it was infuriating.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who refuses to explain any further. the last thing he said before leaving your place was that you didn’t have to expect anymore calls or texts from him.

what he didn’t say was that he wanted to stay so badly. he wanted, without shame, to tell you how you made him feel but his pride inevitably got the best of him and he left without another word, leaving you naked in your bed, wondering how the hell you were so hung up on such a confused man.

#—﹙🎐﹚𑣲 by yours truly﹒#shiu smut #jjk smut #shiu kong smut #shiu kong #jjk shiu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #shiu x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #shiu x y/n

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nariism · 11 months ago

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*ੈ✩ LAST WORDS OF A SHOOTING STAR

pair. itadori yuji x reader

synopsis. in the 3 days following the shibuya incident, itadori yuji emerges as a husk of his former self. with his immediate execution resumed, you both grapple with the feelings you have for each other and come to terms with his impending death.

content. hurt/comfort (lots of comfort, thank art because i was gonna be mean about this and they convinced me not to), slightly canon divergent (taking place between shibuya and the culling games), fluff and minor angst, yuta is the best wingman

wc. ~4.4k

NOVEMBER 1 2018

You imagine that your face was rather ghastly when you received the news.

"Execution?" You repeated, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. No, that was the wrong description. It tasted of death—like iron and the depths of Hell filling your mouth until you were gurgling on it.

Unlike the rest of the Jujutsu Sorcerers from Tokyo, you had been ordered to stay back with Shoko in case of an emergency. You remember your exile from battle had left a similar rotten flavour in your mouth.

You vanished off the face of the earth after the incident was over. Most probably presumed you died in the aftermath. Devoured by a curse, they would say and shake their heads. You were always troublesome. And then they would move on with the rest of the world, all the same.

Lives were only temporary in the world of curses. Focus on who you can save, not who is already gone. They'll only end up a curse in your sleep. What a horrible notion to have.

The truth is that you'd been whisked away with Yuta, who seemed to be scheming a plan of his own. Perhaps as a middle finger to the higher ups he hated so much, or perhaps just for his own selfish reasons. You wouldn't know until he was finished carrying it through—he's too good at keeping secrets.

He wanted your reverse cursed technique, you knew that much for sure, even though he could do it himself. You were useful by his side, fitting into his plot in a way you could not in Shibuya. Feeling some sort of obligation and satisfaction, you followed him like a lost puppy.

And now here you are, seated by a dimming fire in the abandoned part of the city. Yuta was too clever for his own good. You suppose Gojo taught him some things well. This was their plan after all.

Yuji was safe, if only for this moment in time.

"Now with Gojo gone, it would have been easy for the higher ups to send assassins your way."

Ruthless and truthful, you flinch, but Yuji does not. He remains perfectly still in your hold, with your hands rotating his face around to get a better look at his wounds. You pour your cursed energy into him, hoping to breathe life back into his eyes, but they stay dull and empty.

"We'll find a way to stop this," you assure, reaching over to take a sanitizing wipe to clean an open cut. Yuta was too rough on him, but it was at least believable that Yuji was dead. He doesn't even recoil from the alcohol stinging his flesh, too engrossed in his own thoughts.

"Why?" He asks weakly. You gawk at him, but then it melts away into a softness that finally makes him blink up at you. "I'm evil."

"You're not evil, Yuji."

"I am. I killed those people. I did." His voice comes flat and defeated, nothing like the one you used to listen to over dinner while he reenacted shitty western films.

You never realize what you'll miss until it's gone. It's hollow, the ache in your heart.

"You don't understand. How could you? All this blood on my hands—"

"It was Sukuna," you quickly refute.

"And Sukuna only lives because I do!"

His voice raises at you, causing the flames behind you to flicker and crack. It's enough for Yuta to step in, acting as a barrier between your tense bodies. Yuji seems to shrink at this, realizing his emotions have run amok and that he has yelled at you.

You only stare back at him in bewilderment, like a frightened animal. Your upperclassman shakes his head.

"Enough of this. We need to start making plans."

You lay awake that night, alone and anxious. Yuta has taken the first shift of watching and patrolling while the two of you rest, though hesitant to leave you alone. He told you it’s another reason he dragged you along: having three people to rotate shifts instead of just two would be easier on your bodies and minds. The city is not what it used to be, now overrun with curses of all grades.

You reassured him it would be fine, that you would fall asleep quickly and so would Yuji—his body has to run out of steam eventually, right? Oh, what a fool you were.

The tension is so heavy that it's awkward, even though you're sleeping on opposite ends of the tunnel.

"Sleep," you demand as if you were Inumaki, like you have the power to curse him.

His eyes flutter open. Even in the firelight, you don't see any shine in them, seeming as if they had been extinguished of life. "Why don't you?"

"I can't until you do."

"That's stupid," he tells you.

It's not the first time you've argued like this. Back when the world felt right, you would sneak in through his dorm window well into the hours of the night. Platonic, you had convinced yourself. You snuck into his bed seeking companionship as a friend. That's the lie you gorged on.

A piece of you knew, and you're sure he did too, that the way your hands explored his arms was unnatural for two friends, and that friends wouldn't sneak into each other's rooms like this with such severe punishment on the line.

It was safe in his arms, with the dull hum of his television running an old horror film in the background. You didn't have to think about much other than his warmth when you sat between his legs with your back to his chest. Or when his arm was draped over your shoulder and you were pressed into his side—actually, you think you preferred this one though you felt sorry for his sore arm.

You would bicker about dumb, pointless things. Which movie is better, or which character deserved to be mutilated more. It would go on for so long that Megumi would bang his fist on their shared wall to get the two of you to shut up.

There was no curse strong enough to change time itself, so you keep your thoughts and memories to yourself when you respond.

"You'll be too tired to function on your shift," you reason.

"You both will be fine without me." Better off without me, you know he means. You've gotten good at reading between his lines.

You slowly sit up in your sleeping bag, eyes never leaving Yuji. He seems so frail right now, even though he looks more adult than he ever has before.

"Human Earthworm 4 was better than 2," you suddenly say. His eyes peer open again in confusion.

"Huh? 2 was way better."

"I liked the love story in 4," you argue, slowly getting out of your bag to shuffle to his side of the concrete tunnel. He looks at you as if you've said something outlandish, too preoccupied with his thoughts to wonder why you've come so close.

"2 had the best special effects though."

Your body shifts under his blanket.

"But 4 had a happier ending." (As far as 'happy' goes in the Human Earthworm series, at least.)

His arm falls around your waist as it has a hundred times, pulling you into his chest.

"Whatever," he huffs. The next topic comes fast and you're thrown into a full blown conversation with him. If you concentrate enough, you can imagine your bodies being tangled together in his bed, safe and sound.

Concrete and fire and the stench of curses melt away until he's all you can focus on.

"You have weird taste in movies," he concludes with his eyes drifting shut.

NOVEMBER 2 2018

You think you know how to fix broken people until you find that they are more than skin and bones.

You learn one thing after the Shibuya Incident: there are wounds residing within Yuji just as much as there are marking his flesh.

Yuta, you realize, had left the two of you alone to sleep and has protected you all night. You'll make it up to him, you reason. Yuji deserved to sleep.

When you wake up to his sleeping face, you think his cuts are healing nicely. But then his expression twists up in terror—a nightmare, if he even had enough energy left in him to conjure up dreams. He murmurs in his sleep, shakes his head a few times and thrashes around so much you're surprised you slept through the night by his side.

"Sukuna," he's whispering. Sukuna, Sukuna, Sukuna. King of Curses. The second voice tormenting him that lives in his own brain like a parasite. You bury yourself into his chest and hold him as tight as you can. He relaxes, body releasing its rigid form, but the murmurs continue.

He is shattered beyond repair. No amount of cursed energy could fix that, even if you tried.

You had once watched Yuji electrocute himself trying to set up the janky old television in his dorm room.

He fell back onto the floor with a loud crash, head hitting the wood so hard you thought he might have a concussion. It caused such a racket that Megumi came running into the room asking what happened, demon dog ready behind him in case of an ambush.

You rushed to the floor, discarding all the food you had settled in your lap and crumbled beside him to scoop him into your arms.

"Yuji!" You called him. People rarely used his first name. You felt special, like you knew him better than others did and for some reason that was a privilege. "Are you okay?"

He laughed in your arms, seeming unfazed by the fact that electricity had run through every vein in his body. "I'm fine, see? My finger just slipped."

You and Megumi both sighed in relief, though you always thought it was strange when you reflected on it. Yuji was a funny guy, yes. He was equal parts humour and destruction but not a klutz. Mistakes happen, so you let it slide until now, but some part of you was nagging to ask.

"That day," you start while rolling up your sleeping bag. "You electrocuted yourself. Remember?"

He looks at you funny over his shoulder. Yuta has already started cracking open cans of food for breakfast, embers of your dead fire cracking.

"Hmm, yeah. I remember. Why?"

"I just thought..." you trail off. "Well, Sukuna makes you tough to a lot of things. I'm surprised small electric shocks aren't one of them."

Sukuna. A name you'd been avoiding since this morning. Sickening silence settles between you. It's so heavy that you pause in your cleaning to look at him, brow raised.

"Yeah," he coughs. "Well, maybe I exaggerated."

"Huh?" You sound annoyed now. "You scared us half to death!"

Yuji only falters in his own chores. When he looks at you again, there's a longing in his gaze that you don't know how you could have missed. Or perhaps it was never there until now.

"It was nice to have you fawning over me," he admits.

The day goes on and all you feel is a terrible grief.

You become painfully aware of each millimeter the sun glides across the sky, from one horizon to the other. Time slips through your fingers fast as sand.

Horrifically, you can't find anything to talk about to fill the emptiness—Nobara and Megumi feel off the table considering the extent of their injuries. You don't even dare to breathe Gojo's name, let alone speak of him so boldly as Yuta is.

You're afraid that Yuji will spiral again, confused and unwilling to cooperate with his judgement clouded by loss. It's not your fault, you would say. It is, he would argue. It would do neither of you good, so you idle around while he and Yuta devise plans to tiptoe around the higher ups.

A part of you knows that if either of you told him to submit and die, he would. He's already teetering on the edge of self-destruction.

On the outside, he seems perfectly indifferent. Gaze steady, face stone and unchanging as he speaks. He's doomed, ill-fated, someone full of misfortune. He looks so lonely that the air itself parts for him where he stands.

To shoulder so much responsibility, so much death, maybe he truly is alone. Some fraction of him, at least—a piece of himself only he would ever understand.

Your hand snakes into his without a second thought. You don't know why you did it, nor do you have any reasoning that he doesn't yank away from you. His hand trembles, and it's then that you realize his whole body is wracked with tremors that don't match his distant disposition.

The second thing you learn is this: when Yuji self-destructs, he does it from the inside-out.

Itadori Yuji loves chocolate cake.

He loves all food, really, acting like your friend group's personal food dumpster whenever any of you were full. But chocolate cake you knew he had a sweet tooth for.

You used to bring it with you to his dorm, stopping by the convenience stores on the way home to grab a pre-packaged slice from the fridge for him to eat.

"You're making a mess," you would tell him with a frown, using your thumb to wipe up frosting from the corner of his mouth. You would lick the pad of your finger clean after that, and he would watch almost in a trance.

It's the reason why you stop on one of your patrols, poking through the fridge section of a convenience store. The power has been out for a long time in this part of the city, all the food is already room temperature, but you figure this is fine as long as it smells okay.

The way Yuji's face lights up when he sees you is all it takes for the worry to go away.

It briefly feels as though nothing has ever gone wrong—that after this slice of cake the two of you will tumble back onto his mattress and turn on another showing of Titanic. (He groaned about it once, saying he got KO'd too many times during this film. You only laughed in confusion.)

At the end of the day, you know those days will never come back to you, lost forever in the wind.

Fire dances before you and you watch, enchanted by the flames. You remember last night, how not even the firelight could make Yuji look the same as he did before. You turn your head to look at him, to see if it's any different tonight, just for your cheek to be caught in his palm.

His thumb traces your lip, the way you used to do to him. You recognize the pull of his finger against your flesh, the swipe of it to get frosting off, but he still seems dissatisfied.

"What?" You ask.

"It didn't come off," he mutters, leaning in dangerously close to observe. Heat rises all the way to your cheeks and makes your hairs stand on end. His touch is like molten lava. You wonder if it has something to do with the monster living inside of him.

"I can't see it," you whine without a mirror.

He draws a little closer, until he's inches from your face. "Let me..."

You've suddenly been dropped into cold, unknown waters. This is all unfamiliar. He's rushing this, as if making up for all the time the two of you lost pretending you were only friends. As if he can cram all the things he's wanted to tell you into one night.

Recoiling away, you find yourself hesitating. If he kisses you, this all becomes too real. It's an acknowledgment of his impending death. That the thread of his life is finer and further stretched than yours is.

An unpleasant thought rings through your mind. What if I become a curse on him?

"This only ends badly for us," you whisper, but the conviction is missing from your voice.

He doesn't care. At least, it doesn't look like he does. Who knows what he's thinking right now?

"Who cares?" He says. "We're Jujutsu Sorcerers. Everything bad happens to us no matter what."

You don't have any rebuttal to that, no argument that forms in your mind that could challenge his words. He was right. Only disaster befalls Sorcerers. Disaster and grief.

For a while you had forgotten, living these idyllic months watching the days pass by. You feel like you wasted that precious time worrying about stupid things, like what to have for breakfast or what kind of snacks you should pick up for movie night.

(It ended up being popcorn every time. He liked to piss off Sukuna with it, saying the King of Curses would never get to experience the pleasure of picking out kernels from his teeth. You scoffed but bought it anyway.)

Another thought crosses your mind: Yuji is more fit to be in a rom-com, or a television series where the good guys always win. Not this tragedy. Not this massacre.

You wonder if he's ever felt the same way. If he ever wished he could reach into the sky and turn the sun back to a time before he even knew what a curse was.

If you’d met each other under different circumstances, would this have been a different story? The thought makes your heart ache, a part of you so deep that even if you reached into your chest and plucked it, you'd still wail.

"Can I?" He asks you, eager but quiet. Had this been a few months ago, you imagine that he would have had this spark in his eye. That his lips would be crashing into yours with no inhibition.

But Yuji has always been selfless, you think he always will be. He doesn't want to drag you down if you don't want to—an out, they call it. An escape route just before he careens into a ditch.

Hope has drained from every inch of his expression. This is his loneliness talking.

Despite the dread that licks up your spine, you cup his face. You swear he jolts slightly beneath your touch, as if you've reached out to strike him down. A retribution he believes he deserves.

He kisses you like it's his last day on earth.

You learn one last thing: Itadori Yuji tastes familiarly of death.

Yuta decides to leave you alone for a second night in a row. His presence is so crushing that you know he's alive, but he stalks off somewhere else, leaving just you and Yuji huddled by the pitiful fire you've built.

He once claimed himself jokingly to be a love expert, and then ran off to Kenya for so long that you lost track of how much time passed. You wish you'd asked him before he left what he meant, but at the time it seemed irrelevant. Insignificant. The name Itadori Yuji had not yet been impressed into your heart like a seal.

You're busy setting up the sleeping bags, this time pushing them flush together. They're so close you can barely see the seam between them. Yuji stands on the other side of the fire, watching.

It reminds him of all the times you'd ever scolded him for not making his bed in the morning. I'm gonna crawl back in tonight anyway, he said. Who cares if it's messy?

Idiot, you would call him. But there was no malice behind it. He treated it like a pet name, a badge of honour to be your idiot.

Life felt so simple back then. He was full of determination and life and stuck to his morals as best he could. When he wavered he would text you to come over so you could fall asleep on his chest and suffocate any other thoughts out of his head.

"I've never felt so powerful before," he admits quietly. You turn to look at him, curious. "Like I could do anything in the world."

There's a negative connotation to that, you know. He could do anything. The world would crumble at his feet and there he would stand, laughing at it all. It isn't his will, not even slightly, but the demon taking refuge in his body would love to see the blood pool.

"Like I could just... reach out and—"

"Yuji!" You hiss, lurching forward to take his hand into yours and retreat from the flame. The skin is already pink and blistering, scorched by the embers. You twist his wrist around, observing where the fire licked the deepest, and pour your energy into him.

When you look up to see if he's crying, or at least grimacing in pain, you find only his smiling face—warm and adoring. For a second it feels like the world isn't burning around you.

It was nice to have you fawning over me.

You wipe that stupid smirk off his face, leaning in to smear a kiss along the scar on his lip.

"Idiot," you say, and he laughs for the first time in so long that it sounds foreign in your ears.

(He doesn't fall asleep that night. He would rather savour the sound of your soft snores, memorize the form of your body in his hold, and try his hardest to burn this into his brain.

So be it if you come to curse him one day. He would welcome you with open arms.)

NOVEMBER 3 2018

The day comes when Megumi sneaks into your hideout, asking for help.

His sister, he explains. He needs help saving Tsumiki. For some reason, resentment boils in your stomach, but then it's snuffed just as fast.

Two days and two nights you've spent pretending Japan isn't collapsing, content with sitting idly by as curses overran Tokyo. You're sure Megumi thought you to be cowards, that you were all hiding under this bridge to wait out the hellstorm that was raining down on your homes.

It was true to some extent. Once Yuji stepped out into battle again, that was that. You're not sure things would ever be the same again, though you suppose you lost the privilege of routine days ago.

"Let me come too," you urge. Three pairs of eyes land on you.

"No," Yuji pushes. "It's dangerous."

"I can fight!"

"You can't," he pauses, then corrects himself, "You won't."

Awkward silence settles over your encampment. Yuta stirs, standing to hold you steady by the shoulders.

"If we need help... if one of us is hurt, we'll need you unharmed. Do you understand?"

Ah, ever so wise, your upperclassman. So easy to persuade you. There's a reason why he's the chosen one only second to Gojo.

You swallow the bile that fights up your throat. "What if you don't come back?"

Yuji steps in this time, knocking away Yuta to hold you by the face. Get a grip, this means. Pull yourself together, don't you dare fall apart in front of me.

"We will."

You once considered telling him how you felt, letting it eat away at you until Nobara groaned in disgust.

“If Itadori starts dating before I do, I’ll puke.”

You remember that you laughed, thinking she was so dramatic. You loved that about her. “I think you would do worse.”

She glared at you, foot lightly kicking at your shin under the table. Still, she made sure to push equal amounts of rice to your side of the plate. “I might burn a village down,” she huffed, placing her chin on her palm.

“You’re fine. Even if I told him how I feel, I don’t think he’d accept.”

“Huh?” Nobara sounded genuinely confused, raising a brow at you. “What makes you think that?”

You didn't know how to answer that. Maybe you were just afraid that you had misinterpreted everything, that the way he held you was protective in a familial manner and that he would slam his door in your face when you tried.

Looking back on it, you can imagine him in the next room ranting about the same things to Megumi.

“He still has posters of Jennifer Lawrence on his wall,” you argued weakly while shoveling rice into your spoon. She watched you take your bite with her lips parted in disbelief.

You wish you had told him, then. Not that it would have changed where you both ended up.

You watch as they pack up their things.

Megumi's demon dog keeps you quiet company, tail thrashing against the ground as you slick back its fur. They talk around the dying flames, devising plan after plan. None seem safe. None would be.

Yuta and Megumi leave first, taking the lead in front of the pack. His dog melts into the shadows and disappears, leaving you sitting alone.

"I want to take you back, but..." Yuji glances over his shoulder toward his death sentence. "Will you make it okay on your own?"

You get up slowly, as if to draw out the time he stands before you. A thousand questions run through your head: what if you never see him again? What if this kills him, not by body, but by his already damaged soul?

He must sense the racing of your mind, so he leans in to engulf you in his arms. In an instant, memories of those days spent lounging in his bed, shoveling your food onto his plate, and purposefully talking louder to tease Megumi come flooding.

A year you would never forget. You're sure it'll become a curse if you dwell, so you tell him: "I'll make it. You go on, they need you."

I need you, too. Stay. If only it were so simple.

He smiles at you, warm like the sun that's hidden behind the barrier. Itadori Yuji looks like a ghost of his former self, battle-worn and covered in scars where his skin used to be smooth. He kisses you again for good measure, making sure he remembers the way you sigh into his mouth.

When he pulls away, there's life gleaming in his eyes.

"Let's watch Human Earthworm 5 when I come back."

Your thumb brushes the corner of his lip. You open your mouth to speak, to finally tell him the truth after all this time. You'd rather not die regretting you never said it, after all.

But you stop.

"I prefer Titanic," you confess. He shakes his head and kisses your forehead. Then he’s gone, taking all the warmth with him.

You'll make up for lost time one day. It won’t be today. You can tell him all about your feelings when he comes back to you.

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In the mood for...

Nov 6th

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1. Hello! Thank you everyone and the admins for doing the great work 🥰

A - Itmf for fics where Wei Wuxian (or someone else) develops a talisman/curse or somehing that shows people's bio relations (maybe to prove he is not a Jiang/to prove the Jins evil/any other reason), and the use of such thing causes secrets and misdeeds of others to turn up. Any kind of chaotic or angsty energy and everyone in shock and trying to manage the damage of their secrets aired out for the audience.

I have no preference over whether Wei Ying turns out to a Wen/actually Jiang/anything else, but it would be great if he finds out he is not all alone in the world in means of blood and is accepted into someone's loving arms. The Lan family angst is cool, but please no Lan Xichen or Lan Zhan's bashing (But everyone else can have a field day)

B - As an alternative, just a modern AU with Wei Ying doing some kind of DNA testing to prove his relations and the concequences/reactions of others is also acceptable.

P.S. I have recently read All Things Belong by kuroi_atropos, amazing work, so i wanted to read something else in this field. Definitely recommend! @shellennium

1A)

❤️ And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 138k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together) it occurs in chapter 12. my suggestion for 1a fills the first half of the request, WWX doesn't discover any relatives though

Debts of a Child Part 2 by Hauntcats (M, 111k, WangXian, YZY Bashing, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Angst and Feels, lots of anger, JC Bashing, not Jiang friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Content warning for icky spiders in later chapters., hurt no comfort for Jiang siblings.)

Cuckold by ramber (M, <1k, Madam Jin/OMC)

Sunset, Sunrise by Ariana Deralte (ArianaDeralte) (T, 57k, WWX & WRH, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack, Temporary Character Death, sorry I killed a-Yuan for a few paragraphs before the time travel, WWX is a Wen, Genius WWX, WRH gets to rewatch the series as a treat, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in this house we acknowledge that all the sects have flaws, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, WWX Has ADHD, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Autistic LWJ) (link in 8C)

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2. hello! thank you for all the work you do. itmf: wangxian not returning to cloud recesses post-canon and them having a strained relationship with the lans that wwx IS NOT guilty about. no CQL please. bonus if sizhui leaves with them but not required

tails and scales series by notsofluffyunicorn (E, 37k, WangXian, Fluff and Angst, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, LWJ Has Feelings, LWJ Needs a Hug, LWJ Leaves the Gusu Lan Sect, Hair Brushing, tail brushing, No World Building, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Autistic LWJ, Selectively Mute LWJ, because of anxiety, Healthy Communication, Soft WangXian, Married WangXian, Smut, A/B/O, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX,Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, tail pulling, Rough Sex, LWJ Has a Biting Kink, LWJ & WWX Have a Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Domestic Fluff, Mpreg, Pregnant WWX, Chronic Pain, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Canon Divergence, Gusu Lan Sect Bashing, slight LXC bashing, But that will get better in future stories, non-graphic birth, Introspection, Rimming, POV LWJ, POV WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, No Wen remnants, WangXian Are LSZ's Parents, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, LWJ's 33 Lashes Punishment, No Thirteen Years of WWX's Death, WWX in WWX's Body, Parents WangXian, Shedding season) but it's an au so it doesn't exactly fit. They leave though and live their best lives

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3. itmf fics where some combination of lwj-wwx-jc one killing the other, accidentally or otherwise.

ok if it includes mxy resurrecting wwx, or wwx raising lwj-jc as a corpse à la wen ning, but I’m not looking for this as a jumping off point for time travel or that kind of fix it. not bashing, I just want them to feel their feelings. bonus if jyl is alive in especially in a jc-wwx scenario.

💖 Regrets by antebunny (G, 37k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Time Travel, Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Explicit Descriptions of Love, and other squishy feelings, Angst with a Happy Ending) it's cql canon and uh LWJ accidentally stabs WWX in nightless city

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4. Hi! I have an ITMF! Fics where WWX is treated poorly or cruelly in the Cloud Recesses after marrying LWJ, can be with him knowing or not (or even participating), post canon or not, and him (and maybe LSZ) being rescued by one of the Jiangs or Jin Ling (or even someone else). I don't mind AUs as long as it's not modern setting ones! Bonus points if it has Jiang Yanli in it :) Thanks!! @jiangclaritybell

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gusu Lan Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending) it covers some of what you seek. Be prepared it's very angsty.

To Bring You Back Within My Reach by ablaiseofglory (M, 22k, WIP, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, No dubious consent, Adopted Children, Kid Fic, A/B/O Dynamics, omega wwx, Alpha LWJ, Misunderstandings) to bring you back within my reach by ablaiseofglory. It's a WIP but it recently updated

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5. in the mood for a fic where wangxian are VERY freak4freak or codependent… equally unhealthily obsessed w each other <3 @xinilia

truly a love story for the ages by sweetlolixo (E, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Omegaverse, Dark LWJ, Dark WWX, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Dark!Wangxian, Power Couple, slight daddy kink, Crack, Pregnant WWX) but I'm not sure if the vibe truly fits, they are freak4freak

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6. Hiii... for the next itmf post, please recommend some lengthy time travel fics. Please can it be newer fics (2023 / 2024) and fully completed fics. Wangxian pairing, of course. Thank you 😊 🙏

there are multiple in the Same Moon Shines series by sami

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It)

🔒 Here With Me by iamwish (T, 58k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, wwx turns this into a no war!au, Canon-Typical Violence, Period-Typical Homophobia, Bad Parent YZY, POV WWX, POV LWJ, POV JC, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, WWX Has PTSD, and also depression sometimes, Unreliable Narrator, (all of them))

A Life Without Regrets by naqaashi (M, 163k, WangXian, JFM & WWX, JC & WWX, WRH & WWX, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, LWJ & NHS, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, musical cultivation, Slow Burn, Pining, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Murder Husbands, PTSD, BAMF WWX, Demonic Cultivation, POV WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Worldbuilding, No Yīn Iron, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Artist WWX, Musician WWX, Night Hunts, Fate & Destiny, Bad Parent JFM & YZY, Golden Core, Cultivation Theory, Sentient Burial Mounds, Father-Son Relationship, Dysfunctional Family, Grief/Mourning, Parent-Child Relationship, Angry WWX, Pining WWX, WWX is Not Okay, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF LWJ, Pining LWJ, POV LWJ, Angry LWJ, One-Braincell Wangxian, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love)

We’ll Build A Dynasty (one the heavens can’t shake) by One_eyed_God (T, 66k, WangXian, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, WWX & JYL, canon typical Jiang family dynamics, BAMF WWX, Canon JC Characteristics, POV Outsider, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, WWX is a Wen, Sect Leader WWX, Genius WWX, The Casual Intimacy of Hand-Holding, A Love Letter to WWX, Not JC Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It)

🔒Til Death Do Us Part by Thyone14 (Not Rated, 73k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Character Death, WWX Needs a Hug, Protective LWJ, Soft WangXian, POV LWJ, POV Alternating, No Smut, POV WWX)

The Stranger Inside My Son by Mademoiselle_A (T, 73k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, But from an outsider's POV, JC is So Done, JFM's A+ parenting, YZY's A+ Parenting, Both are not great but this is not a bashing fic, JC-centric, But from JFM's POV lol, POV Outsider) is focused on Jiang Cheng but Wangxian do get together in it.

🔒if you can’t beat them, recruit them by moeblobmegane (T, 228k, Wangxian, NHS & WWX, WWX & WQ, Time Travel Fix-It, Conspiracy, Spies & Secret Agents, Team as Family, Found Family, Burial Mounds, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Pining, Morally Ambiguous Character, Rumors, Politics, Developing Friendships, Good Uncle LQR, Demonic Cultivation, YilingWei Sect)

💖 The Echoes of that News Ring Loud by Scarlet_Gryphon (T, 111k, NHS & NMJ, 3zun, sangning, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, nie wwx, happy ending)

Moments of Revelation by meyari (T, 133k, ChengSang, WangXian, XiYao, POV JC, Canon Divergence, Temporary Character Death, Character Death, not anyone we care about, Time Travel Fix-It, Self-Sacrifice, Torture, Chronic Pain, Chronic anxiety, Grief/Mourning, PTSD, Chronic Mental Health Issues, Assassination, renamed MY, Families of Choice, Unreliable Narrator(s), Demonic Possession) Plus others by the same author

A Narrow Bridge by FrameofMind, Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (E, 700k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Getting Together, First Time, Pining while fucking, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Angst with a Happy Ending, CQL Verse, almost everybody lives/almost nobody dies, epistolary-ish, canon-ish side pairings, radishes) is my fav time travel long fic but it was late 2022 so it doesn't exactly match the newer fics (2023 / 2024) qualification.

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7. ITMF fics where wwx gets a different title? Like in “dispersing clouds” or “flowers blooming” he has a different title than YL - if there’s smut, no b!lwj, and ideally nothing cql compliant (but donghua/novel/audio drama/manhua/etc is fine) @lovelyiknow

Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, WWX & WN &WQ, WWX & JYL, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don’t look here for bashing)

🧡 All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, WangXIan, Canon Divergence, Fix It, Not Jiang Family Friendly, JFM & YZY Bashing, Fix it for our main characters, Time Travel, Butterfly Effect, Madam Lan Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, Artistic License, Unreliable Narrator, JC Bashing, non-yunmeng WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Good Uncle LQR, OOC, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX gets the love and care that he deserves from the very beginning, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, verbal and physical (c/o Zidian) abuse from YZY) link in #8B

🔒💖 Resilience. by Vrishchika (T, 7k, WangXian, Time Travel, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Self-Indulgent)

💙🔒 Away from Trouble by Ilona22 (M, 15k, WangXian, Not JC Friendly, LWJ/WWX Get a Happy Ending)

Lay my body down by tawaen (M, 48k, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, wangxian, WWX & JYL, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Eventual WangXian, No Golden Core Transfer, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, What if WWX saw the first siege of the burial mounds and said Nope to the war, OCs, OC point-of-view for one chapter for plot reasons)

Take Responsibility by draechaeli (E, 187k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mainly Novel with a few CQL and Donghua bits, Everybody Lives, Original Children Characters, Adoption, Adoption but WWX birthed them all, Mpreg, Teen Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, Consensual Non-Consent, Light Bondage, Pregnant Sex, easy to skip nsfw chapters, Fix-It, Happy Ending)

🧡 the river brought you here by chilianxianzi (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, POV Outsider, Amnesia, Past abuse, Strangulation, Found Family)

Trials of Time by Muggle_Diary (E, 32k, wangxian, major character death, underage, time travel, not jiang friendly, not YZY friendly, not JC friendly, butterfly effect)

To Sizhui by countingcr0ws (E, 21k, WangXian, Librarian LWJ, Mistaken Identity, Requited Love, Mental Link, Soul Bond, Genius WWX, Romance, Fluff, Banter, Epistolary, Love Poems, Footnotes, Smut, Laughter During Sex, Cultivation Sect Politics, Canon Divergence, Love Letters)

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8. I'm looking for fics where A) YZY does sever WWX hand and things still go bad for YMJ (no cql characterization please, I don't like JC, so novel canon please) , B) Madam Lan lives (her best life and if the Wei couple is alive too - amazing), C) the two Nie Furen - any fics that talk or have any of them live, D) WWX (and maybe LWJ) raises a daughter or interacts with his grandchildren. Thank you! @secretartquotes

8A)

💖 Love made visible by Moominmammashandbag (M, JYL/ZZL, wangxian, hurt/Comfort, amputation, major character injury, sibling love, angst w happy ending, cooking as cultivation, attempted rape/non-con, sexual assault, minor character death, family angst, dysfunctional family, protective siblings, near drowning, amnesia)

8B)

in stillness, clear water to the bottom by Stratisphyre (T, 40k, CSSR/WCZ/LQR, LQR & Madam Lan, CSSR & LQR, LQR & WWX, Sect Leader Nie/NHS's Mother/NMJ's Mother, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Threesome - M/M/F, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Everyone lives, (mostly), (not you qingheng-jun), Family feelings, Madam Lan lives, references to past rape)

The Dreams of Youth by sami (E, 86k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, family, not lan sect friendly, canon typical violence & gore, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, mothers who live, some people live/not everyone dies)

Sail Away Sweet Sister by sami (M, 73k, WangXian, YZY/CSSR/MDM Lan, MingLi, Time Travel, EXTREME Canon Divergence, Wide Focus Narrative, Some People Live/Not Everyone Dies, Most Named/Canon Characters Live, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Families of Choice, Parenthood, this work contains a major tonal shift, Fluff, Angst, Underage Sex, not particularly explicit, but not at all ambiguous, PTSD, Only a tiny bit, Unforeseeable consequences, The butterfly effect, Slightly Dark JYL, Asexual Characters, but that’s not really the focus, Canon-Typical Violence)

💖 An Unexpected Visitor by Hauntcats (G, 8k, QHJ/Madam Lan, wangxian, fix-it of sorts, not Jiang friendly, not jin friendly, happy ending)

Every Mother’s Son by Chrononautical (T, 11k, WangXian, Madam Lán Lives, Madam Lán Deserves Better, Madam Lán Leaves Cloud Recesses, Madam Lan rescues women from abusive husbands in feudal Japan and honestly that’s so valid of her, mentions of rape/non-con between Madam Lan & Qingheng-Jun)

no step had trodden black by Stratisphyre (T, 32k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, JYL/JZX, canon divergence, madam lan lives, past rape, golden core reveal, hurt/Comfort, referenced to attempted suicide & suicidal thoughts, canon-typical violence)

8C)

8D)

Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff, 🔒[PODFIC] Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste by lunatique)

🔒 Little Stars by Aki_no_hikari (G, 4k, WangXian, Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Canon Divergence, Yílíng Wèi Sect)

The Trouble With Politics: a Treatise on Jiang Sect Deputies Gone Rogue by Sect Leader Wei Wuxian by stiltonbasket (G, 56k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Yílíng Wèi Sect, or: the one where yu zhenhong is a wild card, Smitten LWJ, Domestic Fluff, Politics, Happy Ending, Sect Leader WWX, Fix-It of Sorts, JZX still dies though)

Where the Lonely Ones Go by CSHfic & VSfic (T, 24k, WangXian, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Case Fic, Night Hunts Fluff, Established Relationship, Mystery, Married Life, Domestic Fluff, Haunting, Kid Fic, Post-Canon, gratuitous use of empathy)

❤️ Seen and not heard by eatmyass (E, 51k, wangxian, case fic, no sunshot, kid fic, dadxian, strangers to lovers, found family, LWJ pov, pining, fake/pretend relationship, first time, falling in love) Wei Wuxian hasn't yet adopted the children in Seen and not heard but this fic shows him protecting and teaching children.

in a river you wade by bleuett (M, 20k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mpreg, Postpartum Depression, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Good Uncle LQR, Family Feels, Happy Ending, Kid Fic) In "in a river you wade," Lan Wangji gets pregnant with Wei Wuxian's child so we see Lan Wangji raising their daughter after Wei Wuxian's death.

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9. Itmf / fic finder, idk which one to categorise it as hah-

So do we have any Hogwarts au of mdzs where wwx is ofcourse Harry, lqr is snape, Wei - sanren couple are james n lily, someone is voldy, lwj is maybe in Slytherin???? I want this fic or fics like this please! @constellationdks

How to save your school with your Best Friend by Lan_tiger (T, 30k, WangXian, XiYao, Harry Potter Setting, Modified Chamber of Secrets plot, Everyone Is Alive, Including canonically dead parents, Everyone has parents, Chinese magical school, Mostly comedy with some mystery, gryffindor! wwx, ravenclaw! lwj)

Grandmaster of the Magical Arts Series by HollowNightmare (T, 420k, WangXian, Harry Potter Setting, Chinese Hogwarts?, Slice of Life, Developing Friendships, POV Alternating, lwj is an anxious bean, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst) although Wei Wuxian is a Slytherin in this one.

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10. itmf fics where the golden core reveal happens in front of everyone?

doesn’t necessarily have to be everyone but at least a group of people? thank you for your help!

A Child’s Wish by Hauntcats (Not rated, 13k, wangxian, WWX & Wen remnants, Celestial meddling, Not JC Friendly, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everyone gets what they deserve, Age Regression/De-Aging, Child LWJ)

Field Trips with Wei Wuxian by antebunny (G, 42k, WangXian, WQ & WWX, NMJ & WWX, JZX & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Found Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, protective Jiang siblings, Unreliable Narrator, due to WWX assuming ppl hate him, JYL is gonna dropkick her baby bro into having friends)

just because it’s what i am by kokozy (G, 4k, wangxian, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death, Ghost WWX, Song: Inquiry, Truth comes to light, Revelations, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Angst, Sad with a Happy Ending)

seldom all they seem by Fahye (E, 25k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, or rather Arranged Betrothal, followed by Weapons-Grade Thirst)

The most dangerous thing is to love by KatAnni (E, 113k, WangXian, Golden Core Reveal, Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Hurt!WWX, Found Family, Implied/Referenced Torture, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, Panic Attacks, PTSD, Golden Core Transfer, Golden Core Transfer Fix-it, Medical Procedures, Fainting, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Asexual JC, homophobia doesn’t exist here, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, Wedding Night, Whump)

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11. For itmf- there has to be a wangxian wicked au right? It’s impossible that there isn’t

Grandmaster of Wicked Cultivation by ellienchanted, evilhobbitqueen, nx_for_short, planta_genista, westiec, zylaa (G, 6k, WangXian, Filk, musical theatre, wicked the musical, with apologies to Schwartz and Holzman, Sing along!, Canonical Character Death, Canon Temporary Character Death, Art, Podfic Available, Recording Available for Some Songs!)

No Good For The Wicked by drawifubmen (Not Rated, 2k, WIP, WangXian, Inspired by Wicked, Kinda, inspired by mdzs defying gravity animatic, wwx is a witch, they were roommates, Unreliable Narrator, POV Third Person Omniscient, Wizard of Oz References, Wizard of Oz Fusion, References to Wicked - Schwartz/Holzman, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Star-crossed, Canonical Character Death, Canon Divergence) which is a WIP that recently began.

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12. I've got an ITMF request, if you lovely people would be so kind. I've been reading and enjoying "all the lies on your resume" by someitems, and I was wondering if anyone has suggestions for other modern AUs where the golden core transfer is shown as chronic illness. It could be an actual golden core transfer (or partial transfer or golden core loss or whatever) in a modern with cultivation AU or an analogy for Golden Core transfer in a modern AU without magic, whatever. The important thing is that the loss of his golden core or equivalent leaves WWX with chronic illness of some kind (chronic fatigue, or chronic headaches, or needing to be careful about doing normal things so he doesn't get sick, or anything chronic illness can do). No Jiang Cheng or Jiang Yanli bashing please! Thank you mods and fic finder community! @flamingwell

silt, or scurvy series by astronicht (M, 11k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, chronic illness, Podfic: The Silt or Scurvy Series by raitala) the "silt, or scurvy" series by astronicht shows a couple of small moments in a modern wwx's life as he struggles post loss of core

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13. Hello, itmf

I wonder if anyone wrote the scene where lan zhan says aloud to lan xichen or lan qiren that he is ashamed of them.

Thank you!

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14. Hello again! I've been just wondering if anyone knows a fic where Wei Ying cultivates a womb? As apparently MXTX tweeted that it was possible for him? @lostandmessedup

Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray) (E, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, unplanned pregnancy, mpreg, gore, sunshot campaign, assumed miscarriage, medical procedures, childbirth, golden core reveal) Wei Ying develops a spiritual womb through dual cultivation

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15. itmf wangxian fics where wwx is not forced to reconcile with jc/ where jc is his book canon self @chellsky

Preparing the Soil by Rynne (T, 26k, WangXian, LQR & LWJ, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Family Issues, Family Conflict, Uncle-Nephew Relationship, Chinese Holidays, Chinese New Year, Birthdays, Good Kid LSZ, Meta Arguments, POV LWJ, Protective LWJ, Married WangXian, LWJ’s Birthday, LSZ’s Birthday, Soft WangXian, LWJ Has to Talk a Lot, Gusu Lan Sect Rules, Gusu Lan Sect, Letting Go of Resentment, The WWX Rule, Good Sibling LXC, Improving Uncle LQR, Grappling with the Lans’ Part in the Siege, learning to be better, Music, LWJ is a Composer, LWJ Is Good at Communicating Actually, Not JC Friendly)

These Barren Lands In Between by lingering_song (T, 4k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Married WangXian, POV Outsider, Misunderstandings, Cultivation Sect Politics, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Not JC Friendly, No JC & WWX Reconciliation)

🔒 all i take with me by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account) (T, 2k, JL & WWX, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, Canon JC Characteristics, Families of Choice, Night Hunts, Unhealthy Relationships, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Healing, no reconciliation, Non-Linear Narrative)

keeping score by hauntedotamatone (T, 6k, LSZ & WWX, Background WangXian, the opposite of reconciliation, Protective WWX, Duelling, Grief/Mourning, not for jc fans, Swordfighting, Resentment, LSZ centric, No JC & WWX Reconciliation)

also some of the chapters from Short Prompts by Vrishchika

peacemaker no more by thelastdboy (G, 6k, JYL & WWX, JC & JYL, JC & JYL & JFM & WWX & YZY, JC & WWX & JYL, JYL & Wen Remnants, JYL & WQ, WangXian, JYL & JZX, Modern, Jiang Family Dynamics, unspecified chronic illness, POV JYL, The Eldest Daughter Experience™, Homophobia, to be specific, JC's Canon Homophobia, Not JC Friendly, Wen Remnants Live, chosen family, No JC & WWX Reconciliation, Mental Health Issues, References to Depression)

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16. hi im looking for fanfics in which wwx attends jl’s birthday ceremony (lmao i forgot how it was called but i hope everybody knows what i mean by it) with a-yuan. thanks!!

The Core Issue by Hauntcats (T, 21k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Canon Divergence)

💖 A Crying Shame by thunderwear (G, 16k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, A-yuan to the rescue, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Sharing a Bed, Domestic Fluff, Love Confessions, First Kiss, LWJ joins WWX at burial mounds, LWJ is soft pass it on, literally all fluff, Marriage Proposal, Oblivious WWX)

Taking Responsibility by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 6k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Getting Together, Trope Subversion/Inversion, Pretend mpreg, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Fluff and Crack) I don't think it's overtly stated that the beginning of Taking Responsibility takes place during Jin Ling's celebration but it seems like it.

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17. I’m in the mood for any fics with Lan Wangji and Jiang Yanli having a strong friendship or bond. Thank you!

picking up the pieces by KouriArashi (M, 111k, JYL & LWJ, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Regret, Family, Kid Fic, Families of Choice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, canon typical political bullshit, Eventual Happy Ending)

💖 love on 35mm by fakeplasticlily (M, 26k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, Swimming, film student LWJ, Pining, Mutual Pining, swimmer WWX, best friends LWJ and JYL, the inherent mortification of being in love with your best friend’s brother, or your older sibling’s best friend)

🔒 forever can never be long enough for me by isshun (T, 12k, WangXian, Modern, Established Relationship, Food as a Metaphor for Love, winter solstice festival, [bangs pots and pans] hello welcome to the loving wei wuxian support group, featuring co-presidents JYL and LWJ getting along and bonding over their love for WWX, JYL and LWJ getting along is my soul and jam, hurt/comfort)

My best friend's brother by mollymijh (E, 16k, WangXian, Mentions of XuanLi, mentions of xiyao, Modern AU, College/University, POV LWJ, Romance, Mutual Pining, Childhood Friends, Protective JYL, JYL and LWJ are best friends, Oblivious LWJ, Guilt, Mentions of drugging, Attempted Sexual Assault, Top LWH/Bottom WWX, Explicit Sexual Content, Shameless Smut, First Time, Dry Humping, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex)

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shadowgast-recs-weekly · 23 days ago

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Older Favorites 8: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week we have the eighth edition of older favourite fics, check under the cut for 19 fics that were uploaded or last updated more than two years ago! Don't forget to comment and kudos if you enjoy them

when will these two wizards kiss already by allmadeofstardust (13590, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

A series of canon divergent episodes, exploring potential first kisses the wizards might've had in the final episodes of C2.

Reccer says: Back when C2 was finishing up, I always looked forward to this series updating XD it was a really fun way to feed the beast that spent every one of those last episodes waiting for a Shadowgast kiss to happen. And the ending of the series is really lovely too.

Like 80/20 on the Kinsey Scale by jakia (2772, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: None

Caleb sleeps with Essek and panics about his sexuality. A story about friendship and identity.

Reccer says: I liked it!

By the Light by MoonwalkingCrab (31993, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Major Character Death, Temporary Character Death

After not hearing from the Nein for months and assuming he had been forgotten, Essek receives a plea from the Nein to help save Caleb. Canon-Compliant until e88!

Reccer says: I Love love LOVE this fic. I came into the fandom right at the end of C2 and have read many really good pre-97 fics - This one is probably my absolute favorite. AMAZING Essek characterization, really nailed the loneliness at his core, I love the take and the headcanons! Also also, while this is absolutely a Shadowgast fic, this is also very much an Essek & The Nein fic. Every interaction is amazing, love the level of detail, adore the pacing, just a really good and soft and well rounded fic!!

in the times in between by jakia (8098, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: mention of miscarriage

While refining a spell, Caleb spends a few days accidentally visiting his parents over the course of a decade and a half. Essek helps the final time.

Reccer says: Kind and sweet, plus excellent mom behavior from Una at the end.

infinity in the palm of your hand by mousecookie (5752, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Major Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence

Alternate ending to e116 - The Mighty Nein find a rusted iron door in Aeor, as well as the fallen body of one Essek Thelyss.

Reccer says: Really well/solidly written, with an *amazing* twist that I did NOT see coming - Very good emotions, very good characterizations, just an all-round lovely read written during the fandom's 'When will Essek return from the war?' phase X3 Also also I just ADORE the title!

only code it knows is rote survival by Chrome (12637, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

In a world where Trent makes it back to Eiselcross before the Nein do, Essek spends a night under the effects of the Feeblemind spell. Caleb undertakes a duty of care, and the Nein learn how Essek feels about them beneath everything.

Reccer says: Wonderful characters and lovely writing!

like coloured indigo inscribed with my name by KmacKatie (30648, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

An exploration of tradition, culture, what is worth sacrificing in finding yourself and family.

Reccer says: I think about this fic a lot. The highs, the lows, the sweetness, the angst. It's existed in the back of my mind for so long that it's kind of hard to describe the particulars of why I love it; I just do. I love the snapshots into Essek and the Nein's lives; the moment in Chapter 4 when the wizards kiss stands out to me as an example of that. The heartache of Chapters 6 and 7 is so well done; the strings of unanswered texts (and Essek's deleted replies) at the end of 6 and "I can’t eat soup without thinking of you." in particular (ESPCIALLY the latter) have stuck with me for years. Essek showing up at Caleb's birthday party after everything... there are tears in my eyes as I am typing this. I just love all of it so much, but the angst in particular really left a mark. And I love the ending so much too. All of it is just iconic and wonderful. To end on a lighter note, shout-out to the remark about Deirta and kumquats, which surfaced in my psyche recently after being dormant in there for so long XD

a certain future by wristpockets (26997, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek keeps trying to outwit The Mighty Nein, and gets stuck in a time loop trying to do so. He's trying to befriend them now, trying to earn their trust, but that's only because it's his best option... right?

Reccer says: While the Shadowgast is a relatively minor aspect of the story, it's a great character study.

Echoes by MithrilWren (1759, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

“Essek finds himself... unsettled by Caleb's new telepathic powers.“

Reccer says: Shadowgast, but with some Somnovem interference! This fic is short, but it packs a punch! I still get a shiver down my spine thinking about the ending.

Somewhere Just for Us by bluebirdsongs (12835, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb takes Essek on a date to the version of the dance hall that lives on the Tower's 8th floor.

Reccer says: This is one of my all-time favorite Shadowgast fics, hands down. It is incredibly tender and sweet, with so many layers of emotion. The concept is brilliant and so well executed. I love Caleb introducing Essek to Zemnian cuisine and this fic is 100% the reason for it. And the flirting and the banter and the DANCING. There's a moment when they're dancing that made me yell in delight when I first read it back in 2021 and I still adore it. And the ending!!! Augh, it's all just so heartfelt. It deserves all the love in the world. (Also, it never fails to make me crave a preztel)

russet inconveniences by marleybone (7328, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek needs a roommate and finds one in Caleb Widogast.

Reccer says: You know a fic is good when you think you've submitting reccs and then you remember the title and immediately have to go pull it up to recc too XD this one is just so fun!!! Caleb is a menace of a roommate and I love that that never stops, even as Essek realizes he's got feelings. The tag "minor inconveniences to lovers" is fantastic XD

Unspoken Love by marsmystic (4187, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

“ Caleb and Essek return to Aeor together. A relationship develops. Or was it already there?”

Reccer says: This fic sparks joy! Wizards being besties!! Essek and Caleb’s relationship is so sweet in this. It really highlights how the romantic aspects of it stem from their friendship, which is one of my favorite flavors of shadowgast.

The Mind and The Malady by SaltCore (38945, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

There is a remedy for his illness, of course. There is always a way to unwind magic, but there is always a price. The cost of Essek’s life, now that he’s contracted Hanahaki’s disease, can be paid two ways—one is higher than Essek can bear and the other, well. The other can only be paid by someone else.

Reccer says: Beautifully written and wonderful worldbuilding! Always a fav to reread!

some things time can't fix by Chrome (25930, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek is arrested for treason. The Dynasty severs the daemons of prisoners before executing them so they can’t be reborn.

Reccer says: Daemon au! This fic made me feel so many emotions

Like a Steel Trap by kaeda (12519, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek is very much into Caleb's keen mind.

Reccer says: Wizards loving wizards for wizardly reasons!

a mirror to the sky by renquise (7432, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek shows up on Caleb's doorstep in the bitter cold of winter and shows him something private

Reccer says: Self bondage fic my beloved! The tension between the two is so good!

To Mourn a Mischief by toneofjoy (81716, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

It's an Ever After-inspired AU with magic, where Caleb is trapped with Ikithon but ends up wooing Essek. Follows the plot of Ever After but has some good twists and turns!

Reccer says: The writing gives that fairy-tale feel, and though it follows the plot of Ever After, it's different enough to be exciting. Also love the surprise guests near the end, and the Jester/Essek and Caleb/Beau friendships are so good!

The following two fics each received two recs:t

(your face in my hands is) everything good i need by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi) (25884, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

The last person Caleb Widogast, Professor of Modern History, expects to find as he walks in a random pub in a foreign city at the end of a long conference is Dr. Essek Thelyss, eminent Latinist and his sort-of intellectual crush.

Reccer 1 says: This is the first fic in my bookmarks and I've long since lost track of how many times I've reread it. So many moments have ingrained themselves in my memory; Caleb's hands on Essek's elbows when they first kiss. Their later spicy makeout getting interrupted by Essek getting a call. Caleb trying to pin Essek to his door the moment they get to his apartment for kisses and Essek having to get him to slowdown for a minute. Essek thinking Caleb looks like a god as they lay in bed together. "I want a clean break". Essek touching Caleb's new beard first thing when they reunite after Caleb's grown it. Their candelit video calls. I have to stop myself before I just list everything that happens because it's all SO GOOD. Essek Week 2021 produced some just magnificent fics and this is easily towards the top of that list. Reccer 2 says: The exquisite writing, the Demi Essek, the literal sleeping together, and the way their relationship evolves over time.

we never do go over (we always gotta go through) by Chrome (17169, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

In which Essek uses Convergent Future to save the Nein in Aeor and has to take the journey out of Aeor with five levels of exhaustion.

Reccer 1 says: SUCH a classic, I distinctly remember reading this one on my laptop at the back of the forum room my study hall was in, right when it was posted. The physical toll of powerful magic is something I ALWAYS love to see explored, so this was already a success on that part. Add in 5+1, hurt/comfort, and Shadowgast tenderness and getting together? This fic still lives rent free in my head for a reason. Reccer 2 says: Such tenter feelings!

This is one of our weekly communally-generated shadowgast rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation.

And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, we'll be featuring fics that include good/complicated mom Deirta. Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!

#shadowgast #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #critical role #cr fic recs #fan fiction rec list #critical role fan fiction #cr fic #cr fics #older favorites #older favourites

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thinkofmehoney · 9 months ago

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“Cooking up comfort”

mpreg!Choso x you

next part here<3

Summary: Neither you or Choso imagined that this could ever be possible, at first it was just a thought that crossed your mind. Since Choso was a half curse and had connection with the sorcery world. Would it be too crazy to find a way for him to get pregnant? Well, after doing an extensive research for a couple of months, and ten weeks later, Choso was expecting your child.

Even though it resulted possible for him to get pregnant, it wasn’t something common, a man getting pregnant was still something rare even though a lot of strange things were normal in this sorcery world. It was truly a blessing for both of you, it had its risks and complications, but he really wanted this, to form a family with you, and you would be there for him in every step of the way.

Where you cook lunch for your pregnant boyfriend and he gets too emotional (and nauseous)

contents: Mpreg Choso x female reader, fluff and slight angst, emotional hurt/comfort, slice of life, Unconventional Pregnancy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Notes: Long story short, I was using Janitor AI, my API code was about to expire and I was bored and came up with this JSKSJS It wasn’t exactly like this, this is more of an inspired fic.

I mention this briefly on the fic, but basically they made their research until they found a doctor who could help them. The doctor was also a sorcerer, of course average people didn’t knew this, but other sorcerers did.

the doctor’s cursed technique was similar to Mahito’s technique, in the way he could modify the bodies of his patients without having to necessarily use a scalpel. He temporarily modified Choso’s reproductive system, giving him a female reproductive system until he conceived and his baby was born.

For you to be able to impregnate Choso, the doctor made an incantation for you, so first he modified your reproductive system turning it into a male one, but it was temporary, like Choso’s procedure but with a slight difference. With an incantation given to you by the doctor, you were able to change your reproductive system from male to female and viceversa, you couldn’t do it too often as you had to wait a few hours because of how energy consuming this was, but aside from that, you could modify it as you pleased. Choso’s procedure wasn’t like this, because to have a baby he needed a stable reproductive system that could be fertile, that’s why he had to have a female one during his whole pregnancy until the baby is born.

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Choso remembers well how he felt that day, when all your efforts and the procedures you both had to get through finally paid off. He felt shock, excitement, fear, extreme happiness, truly an adrenaline mix of emotions, after all, it’s not every day you’re a man who gets told that he is pregnant.

He was beyond excited to start a little family with you, the love of his life. He was grateful to have you by his side, supporting and loving him so sincerely, it was a genuine kind of love. He was totally convinced that you two were soulmates, sometimes it made you giggle by the way he explained so passionately to you that hypothesis.

It’s been already ten weeks since you two received the good news, but it hasn’t been exactly easy for him. The doctor explained this beforehand, so you two would know the risks and complications that were involved in Choso’s unique condition. Since he had a male body with a now female reproductive system, his body had to adapt and prepare for it, and now that he was finally pregnant, some symptoms were significantly stronger for him than they would be in an average pregnancy.

On the good side, since he had his blood manipulation technique, he could control things like his blood pressure, which was a really great advantage for him. On the other side, things like mood swings, cravings (and food aversions), and morning sickness were just a pain in the ass.

Choso couldn’t help but feel guilty that you had to keep up with him, you were just so kind to him it made him want to cry. Right now, he was reading a knitting and crocheting magazine next to you on the sofa, he enjoyed creating yarn pieces for his loved ones, but it mainly helped him to feel more human in a way, it had significantly helped with his existencial crisis as a half-curse, so it was a great hobby for him.

Focused on reading, he had a small frown on his face, which you thought it was adorable because he didn’t even noticed when he did it. You gently brushed the wrinkles between his eyebrows with your thumb, getting Choso’s attention and making him smile awkwardly when he noticed he was frowning unconsciously.

“I was doing it again.” He chuckled, now gently holding your hand that was caressing his frown. “I found an interesting pattern that I can do with a thin yarn.” He showed you on the magazine. “I think it would be perfect for the baby, because I need a special yarn for them so it doesn’t hurt their skin.” He explained with his usual calmed demeanor, and the idea of him crocheting things for the baby made your heart melt.

You took a look at the magazine, giggling at the images of tiny gloves and baby hats. “Yeah, our baby will look so cute with the tiny crochet pieces you’ll do for them, and it will also keep them warm, it’s perfect.”

You looked at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was time for lunch. Ever since Choso’s cravings started, you’ve improved your cooking skills so much that now cooking him specific plates he craved was like a personal challenge for you.

You stood up from the couch and stretched your arms above your head, Choso’s eyes subtly looked at you and the way your t-shirt lifted up just enough to see a strip of skin of your lower abdomen, making him blush slightly and turn to look down, back at his magazine.

“I’ll cook lunch for us.” You announced and Choso looked at you again, with a special shine in his eyes. “Is there something specific that you want?”

Choso thought about it for a moment, he loved the way you cook and having lunch next to you was one of his favorite parts of the day “What about avocado pasta? it’s been a while since I’ve eaten avocado.” He suggested.

You didn’t have a single avocado in the house. But it wouldn’t stop you.

“Sounds really good, avocado pasta it is.” You smiled at him, turning around to walk towards the main entrance. “I’ll be right back, I’ll go get some avocados!”

He couldn’t say a word before you were already outside. Half an hour later, you came back home with a bag of three avocados and also some cream, but you noticed a certain smell in the air, you walked into the kitchen to see Choso stirring a pot, boiling the noodles, he once again looked at you with that awkward smile of his.

“But Choso, I was going to cook lunch for us.” You said, leaving the avocados in the kitchen counter to walk towards him.

“I know, I know! I just wanted to do something while you were at the store. I want to help you as much as I can while I’m still not useless, you know?” He answered with a slight pout, he appreciated that you wanted to do things for him, but sometimes he felt like a burden, so he wanted to keep helping you now that his baby bump wasn’t big or heavy.

You caressed his strong arm, resting your cheek against his skin, “You won’t be useless, Choso. You’re carrying our baby and it takes lots of effort.” You said reassuringly. “I just want you to be relaxed, alright?” You explained to Choso your desire for him to experience a peaceful and relaxed pregnancy as much as he could, knowing that his journey wouldn’t be as easy as a regular pregnancy.

He put aside the wooden spoon he was using to stir the noodles and sighed, his gaze fixed on the bubbling water. Your arms moved to wrap around his waist, and your hands found their way to caress the small bump.

“Thank you for boiling the noodles, though.” You murmured, your cheek resting against his back. “But please don’t worry about cooking or washing dishes, let me take care of it so you and the baby can crochet something or watch a movie on TV.” A smile appeared on your face when you felt him chuckle.

He turned around to cup your face with his big hands, leaning in to leave a kiss on your forehead, “Alright, I can’t argue with you.” He smiled softly, looking at you with those tired eyes. “I’ll go to the living room, but please tell me if you need me to help.”

You nodded, standing on your tippy toes to leave a kiss on his lips.

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Choso understood completely that you wanted to do things for him, to make his day a little bit easier, he would do the same thing in your place, or he might be even worse. But again, he felt guilty.

It was most likely a product of his condition and hormones, because he just felt really bad that you were doing so much for him every day, things he could perfectly do himself. With this weight on his heart, he looked at you from the sofa, the food was ready and you placed the two plates on the table.

“Avocado pasta for your majesty.” You said playfully, taking your seat at the table.

Choso chuckled at your words, taking a seat next to you. He picked his fork and look down at the vibrant plate, the noodles were saturated with this creamy avocado sauce that you prepared just for him, and without wasting any more time, he pinched a few short noddles and started to eat.

But as he chewed, he started to think about how weird it felt to eat hot mashed avocado, the taste of the ripe fruit almost reminding him of a trash-bag with rotten vegetables, that smell was stuck on his nose and the slimy texture didn’t help. He started to chew more slowly, lowering the fork and setting it down with a soft clink against the plate.

While you were eating, you noticed Choso’s change of demeanor, and an expression on his face that seemed like he was about to cry and throw up, it worried you. “Choso? Are you alright?” You asked carefully, with a hint of concern.

He looked at his almost untouched plate with a mix of guilt and frustration. He felt overwhelmed by his fluctuating emotions, and this sudden aversion to the flavor of avocado only added to his distress.

“I’m sorry, love. I just… I can’t handle the taste of avocado right now,” Choso replied, his voice filled with frustration. He quickly looked at you “It’s not your fault, I know you put effort into cooking for us. It’s just… this pregnancy is messing with my taste buds and it’s driving me crazy.”

He sighed, his eyes welling up with tears. “I hate feeling like this, like I’m being ungrateful for all the things you do for me,” he continued, his voice wavering. “But the hormones are making everything so intense and overwhelming. I just want to be normal again and enjoy the things I used to.”

You felt a wave of sadness wash over your heart, it was difficult to see him like this, knowing that his pregnancy state is amplifying even more his frustrating emotions, you wished you could take all his suffering away from him.

You moved his plate aside and got closer to him, protectively wrapping him into your arms, his cheek rested against your collarbone while he hid in the crook of your neck. “It’s alright, it’s alright…” You cooed really softly, caressing his hair and letting him cry as much as he needed.

Choso shook his head, “it’s not alright, you even had to go out to buy the avocados to cook what I asked you and now I can’t even eat it.” He looked up at you, his eyes big and filled with guilt, “I didn’t want to make you upset, I just really can’t stand the taste of it right now, b-but I can make up for it! I can do whatever you want, I can cook something for you, just ask and I’ll-“

Before he could start to hyperventilate further more, you cupped his face in your hands, making him look into your eyes with his own glossy ones. When you pressed your lips on his forehead so softly and tenderly, he could only pout because of how endearing it was, you were too good to him, he didn’t felt like he deserved it.

“Breathe, baby, just try to breathe deeply for a moment.” You instructed gently, helping Choso to feel more grounded.

Wiping some stray tears with your thumbs, you continued to talk to him. “I’m not upset, pretty thing, it’s just avocado and some noodles, I couldn’t possibly get mad at you for it.” You smiled at him, your soft giggles making him feel more at ease.

Even though that pet name made him blush slightly, he still had some lingering self-deprecating thoughts. He opened his mouth to keep talking, but you stopped him right away with a short kiss.

You continued, with the softest voice. “I know this has been a really difficult journey for you, baby. I know you wish you could be like before, but I want you to remember that it will all be worth it in the end.” You smiled softly and reassuringly at him, “Some months ago, we wouldn’t even think this could be possible, but now look at you! You’re ten weeks along and you’re doing it amazingly.”

He smiled softly, his crying starting to cease. He leaned his head back on your shoulder, finding comfort in your warmth. “I think I’ve never imagined myself being pregnant.” His voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. “Well, I never really pictured myself living a peaceful life… But now, I feel so glad that I get to experience it with you.”

Choso now sat straight, wiping the remaining tears from his cheeks and sniffling his nose a couple of times, “Thank you for keeping up with me, even when I’m difficult sometimes.” He reached out to cup your face with his hand, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You nuzzled into his touch, “Your body is going through big changes, it’s natural that you feel overwhelmed. But you’re not alone, we’re a team.” You kissed his palm, your lips lingering for a moment before you gently pulled away.

Choso's eyes reflected gratitude as he let out a small sigh. "I appreciate that more than I can express."

Now that he was more calmed, you remembered that he still had to eat something, he needed to eat good for him and the baby.

"How about we distract ourselves for a bit? I'll cook something different, and you can join me in the kitchen. It might be a good way to take your mind off things."

His eyes brightened with interest. "Cook together?"

"Yeah," you chuckled. "We'll make it a You and Me cooking special. What do you think?"

Notes: I’m not completely satisfied so I’ll write more one-shots for this mpreg Choso au !!

likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated!! it motivates me a lot<3

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katerina-marie · 6 months ago

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Don't Go Slowly, Tell Me If You're Lonely (Series)

Chapter 3

Gojo Satoru x Reader & (past) Geto Suguru x Reader

Your relationship with Geto Suguru came to an end somewhere between the day of his betrayal and the day of his death. Your relationship with Gojo Satoru began somewhere in the midst of it all, even without you realizing.

WC: 6.7k

Content: Canon Divergence, Gojo x Female Reader (referred to as such but left descriptively vague), (past) Geto Suguru x Female Reader, Geto's canonical death, friends to lovers, angst, eventual happy ending, fluff later, reader is a sorcerer (left vague tho), brief and vague allusion to sex, but hardly descriptive, no use of y/n. More notes below.

Chapter Count: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3, Chp 4, Chp 5, Chp 6 (Final)

Notes: A bit of a lighter chapter before we (they) get into it in the next one.

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Chapter 3: You Left Me to Be (I Am What He Made Me)

It had only taken two days from the conversation in Yaga’s office to find yourself on assignment an ocean apart from home. The world looked much brighter here, more appealing in its vastness when you realized there were parts of it never touched by Suguru. It was liberating, and you set out with intentions to place your feet in all the places he hadn’t, to breathe in air that didn’t smell like home, and to freely meander without running into faces that reminded you of times past. You ignored the persisting thought at the back of your self conscious that was unrelenting in its effort to remind you of the same plans of exploring once made with Suguru. You would squander them, bury those ideas beneath layers of wall until they withered away into dust, the tendency to ignore wholly unlike you but familiar to the person you were now.

I am what he made me.

Acclimating to your hotel room and the city around you had taken a couple of days, but the mindless task of making your temporary dwelling feel like an iota of home was a productive way of expelling restless energy before embarking on your assignment. You replaced the standard hotel sheets with ones that swept away the heat of your body in the night, and the little pot of drying peppermint leaves in the corner of the shower filled the cubicle with scented steam when your hot showers carried on a touch longer than they normally did. A small bowl on the modest desk situated in front of your bed became overloaded with your favorite fruits, and the cabinet underneath was a refuge for the hoarded convenience store snacks you had picked up every other afternoon.

Earlier in the day, when you spotted a familiar bag of chips with a neon logo emblazoned on the front out of the corner of your eye, you nearly whacked your head on a wire rack in your haste to pick them up off the bottom shelf of the back aisle. The bag crinkled in your trembling hand and you threw them into your basket before you could change your mind. You had to fight back tears as you passed them to the clerk scanning your items, and for the entirety of your walk back to the hotel you contemplated hurling the bag into every trash can you passed. But when you sat alone on your bed, having already spent ten minutes sobbing into your pillow perched on bent knees, you forced yourself to rip open the bag and taste a few before disgust had you tossing them aside.

“Where did you even find these, Suguru?” You squinted your eyes in hopes of reading the tiny foreign lettering on the peculiar bag of chips in your grasp. The flavor wasn’t something you were familiar with and the smell radiating from the opening at the top of the bag didn’t incite confidence in your likelihood of enjoying them. Suguru wrinkled his nose as he caught a waft of them from his spot next to you on his bed and you heard Satoru gag from where he lay sprawled out at the foot of it.

“At the back of some random convenience store a couple towns over.” Suguru shrugged, and you plucked a chip out of the bag with a delicate pinch of two fingers.“They’re foreign, and I hadn’t ever seen them before, so I figured it’d be something fun to try.”

You hummed out your disbelief, conscious of the two sets of curious eyes trained on your face, and popped the inoffensive looking chip into your mouth. It took a couple bites before the bitter heat of it traveled down your throat and burned its way up your nostrils, and you were quick to spit the remainder of it out into Suguru’s outstretched hand. Your boyfriend grimaced in disgust, but didn’t say anything as he got up to dispose of the mess.

“That’s horrible,” you croaked, coughing into the crook of your elbow, and you shot Satoru a glare when he erupted into raucous laughter. “It’s not funny!”

“Oh, but it is! You should’ve seen your face!” Your white-haired friend rolled around the bed in his fit of amusement, displacing the dark glasses sitting on his nose, and you used your foot to shove him off the side when he inched too close. His laughter didn’t abate even from the floor, and you snagged another chip out from the bag to wiggle it in his face when he sat back up.

“You try it then,” you taunted, victorious superiority squaring your shoulders when Satoru’s jaw snapped shut with an audible click. His throat bobbed once and you heard Suguru groan from the kitchenette at the front of his room.

“Please, don’t. You know his tolerance for spicy food is worse than most children’s.”

You snickered, and Satoru whipped his head around to gape accusingly at his best friend. “Is not!”

With a sock covered foot, you poked Satoru in the ribs to bring his attention back to you and then dangled a chip in front of his mouth as he glanced down at it with a face full of resigned apprehension. “Do it,” you challenged.

Before Suguru could protest again, Satoru snatched the chip out from between your fingers and shoved it in his mouth, his lips tight with determination as he chewed and swallowed. You watched with wicked elation as his cheeks flared red, his nose scrunched, and the crystal blue of his eyes shined brighter with gathering tears. Satoru managed to hold out one more second before he descended into a coughing fit, and a pained groan that sounded like your boyfriend’s garbled name left his mouth as he folded over himself. You fell back against Suguru’s headboard, arms wrapped around your stomach as it shook with breathless laughter, all the while Satoru sat hacking and gasping in front of you.

“Children, the both of you,” Suguru grumbled as he walked back from the kitchenette with a glass of water in one hand and a bundle of tissues in the other, but there was no mistaking the affection in his voice.

There wasn’t anyone around this time to fetch you water when the burn of the chips made your throat raw or hand you tissues when your nose started to run. You were on your own in tending to your wounds, and what you told Satoru at the funeral only a week ago flitted across your mind.

Grief and mourning found you alone on an assuming Tuesday, and it came in the shape of horribly spiced chips and the memory of echoing laughter.

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Satoru called you for the first time ten days later while you sat at your desk and jotted down the report for today’s work on your assignment. Your room had been quiet, with the exception of the muffled noise from the busy street outside your window, and the sudden ringing of your phone had your hand skittering across your notebook as your pen left jagged black marks in its wake. You let out a breath of frustration and chose to use the interruption as an excuse to move from your seat for the first time in nearly an hour. Your bottom was aching, and you fell onto your bed stomach-down as you stretched your arm out to grab your phone. Seeing Satoru’s name as it flashed across the screen sent pinpricks of nervous energy throughout your body, and you hesitated for only a moment before swiping your thumb and bringing the phone to your ear.

“There you are!” He exclaimed, not even giving you the chance to say ‘hello’ once he heard the call connect. “You leave without a word and then I don’t hear anything from you in nearly two weeks.”

You winced at the faint hint of accusation in his voice and picked at a loose thread on the comforter as you bounced back and forth between feigning ignorance about the perceived implication or meeting it head-on to deny it with vehemence. Grief had made you tired in ways you hadn’t been before, and for once you believed in the bliss of the ignorant. Confrontation was no longer something you were eager to delve into.

I am what he made me.

“Well,” you started innocently, “you know how things go when Principal Yaga assigns us a mission. There was just no time to waste, and before I knew it, here I was.” You were never proficient as an actor, and never had that once been so obvious as right then.

“Mhm,” Satoru hummed, and skepticism colored every syllable of it. “And where exactly is ‘here’?”

You told him where you were, and there was silence from his end as the recognition of the significant amount of distance between you two settled in. His attitude made you feel guilty, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on exactly what made it so if you had to. Maybe the speed of your departure from the school—with the notable absence of a goodbye for Satoru—could feel akin to running away if one squinted, but you wiped your hands of the blame when you thought back and considered that out of the two of you, Satoru had been the one to first make his grand escape from you on the day of the funeral. If you just happened to be the one to go the extra distance—literally—then that was simply besides the point.

A drawn out sigh from over the phone caught your attention. “You’re not the only one,” Satoru said, and from his tone you were certain he was pouting. “Okkotsu left for Africa two days ago, so now it’s just me, and the underclassmen. Oh, and Nanami too.”

A puff of laughter came out through your nose and you rolled onto your back to stare at the ceiling. “How terrible,” you muttered.

“I know! I have to—,”

“You are not who my sympathies are for.” You were quick to interrupt him, and the petulant whine Satoru let out had you rolling your eyes good-naturedly.

The rest of the conversation flowed similarly, with small bouts of awkward silence and stilted replies making the whole thing barely tolerable, if not a touch uncomfortable. It made you painfully aware of the fact that you and Satoru had seldom ever spoken on the phone with one another. You supposed that there hadn’t really been a need for it, with the two of you always at the school and only separated briefly when out on assignment. Maybe now that Suguru was dead, the finality of losing him was causing a change in the habits of your dynamic where things were no longer seen through the lens of ‘my best friend’s girlfriend’ and ‘my boyfriend’s best friend.’ However, if Satoru were brave enough to venture into territory not yet traveled between the both of you, then you were willing to meet him there too. Afterall, Suguru would never again be back to transverse that space should it never diminish in your combined efforts.

Time ran away with itself as conversation went on, and the shadows in your room creeped further and further as the sun set and night overtook the sky. You made it known to Satoru your desire to rest, and you had just begun to pull the phone away from your ear after his goodbye when you heard him calling your name.

“Yes?” You asked, curious as to what he had to say.

“If you go a couple minutes out of the city, just past an old red brick building that used to be a theater, there’s a quaint little cafe sitting next to a worn down paint store. They have a dessert with your favorite fruit on top. I haven’t ever found something quite like it back home, so let me know if you think it’s as good as I remember, yeah?”

It was the first time Satoru’s ever rendered you speechless, and it wasn’t for anything particularly outlandish, but it still stunned you nonetheless when you realized he remembered something as small as your favorite fruit. Friends you two had been, but you couldn’t say you knew his favorite type of candy or favored dinner spot. You both had a habit of indulging in sweets, but whereas you preferred a lighter, more mild dessert, Satoru was keen to find the most sugary of confections as he possibly could at any given time.

So you smothered the smile on your face with the back of your knuckles and tried to ignore the pleasant flipping of your heart. There was someone who knew you better than you thought, who recalled the minute details of your life that took intentional time to commit to memory, and you had started to worry that the only one who cared to know such things was buried in the ground back home.

I am what he made me.

“Yeah, Satoru. I’ll let you know.”

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When you had made your way into the sleepy cafe Satoru had mentioned a couple days later, presumably visited by himself during an assignment years prior, you were greeted by a smile from a woman with graying hair and wrinkles weighing down her cheeks. The sun had just recently risen and you were hoping that this little place, with its brown-red booths and aging wood floors, would allow you to indulge in dessert before most people had even left their beds. There must have been something about the lingering tension in your shoulders or the fading purple underneath your eyes that caught the attention of the old woman you assumed owned the cafe. She hadn’t let you finish your request before she had you plopped down into a corner booth by a window overlooking the city street, and you could hear the vintage crackle of a jazz radio channel from the kitchen a few feet behind you. Coffee was poured into a ceramic mug next to you with the promise of only a few minutes wait, and you pulled out your phone to help mind the time. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard that sprung up in the message thread between you and Satoru, ready to inform him of what you were starting your day with, but indecisiveness stilled your thoughts and your fingers.

Since when had you ever spent so much time considering what was about to come out of your mouth? At what point did you begin to fear what the absence of your words—or even the excess of them—would or wouldn’t do to the person receiving them? Would the result have been the same either way? The destruction left in the wake of words said and unsaid had left you insecure, because such ramifications could be found under the shadow of a stone monument marking a grave.

I am what he made me.

The soft clattering of a plate and utensils being placed in front of you brought you out of your new propensity for overthinking, and the old woman with worn hands and a knowing smile brushed a hand over your shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen again. You stared down at your plate with wide eyes, shocked by the sizable portion of what lay before you, and in another time, another world, this would have been shared by two or three. But there was just you and someone an ocean away who was waiting for your judgment, so you snapped a quick picture of the dessert piled high with your favorite fruit and then grabbed your spoon.

Some minutes later, when the plate was halfway cleared and your stomach was full to the point of aching, you took another picture of what remained and sent the two off to Satoru with a brief message underneath describing your marvel at his recommendation. You didn’t think twice about the unreasonable hour at which he would receive them, and figured he would come around to them in his own time. However, you had just managed to take a step out the door of the cafe after paying your bill and promising to return when your phone pinged twice.

Satoru: I’m happy to hear it’s as good as I remember!

Satoru: Maybe next time I’ll be there to finish off your leftovers.

The idea of it was hard to swallow and the smallest bit endearing all at once, and you chewed at your lip as you mulled over the possibility while starting the walk back to your hotel. Once upon a time, there had been someone who always promised to clear what remained on your plate, his stomach seemingly endless in its capacity to fill itself. But Suguru was here no longer, and you struggled to reconcile with the idea of someone else occupying the role you had always imagined him in. You would never call yourself solitary in nature, but when you had envisioned who would permanently take up the space next to you, the person always appeared with warm brown eyes and black hair that never lightened in the sun, leaving you to wonder if you’d always be destined to chase after him. You cursed Suguru for the emptiness he left behind.

I am what he made me.

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The habit of keeping in contact with one another sprouted from that one phone call and subsequent texts. As weeks went by, you and Satoru formed a comfortable rhythm of leaving each other messages and voicemails detailing each of your day-to-day activities. He’d send you pictures of new desserts he’d find when he was supposed to be working, and you would send a wall of text asking his opinion when a curse you had encountered during that day’s work had done something you’d never seen before. On occasion, Satoru would call you on a slow weekend morning when you were barely coherent enough to understand his rambling, and you would listen half-heartedly while you waited for your coffee to drip into a styrofoam cup.

This time, he was lamenting his latest spat with Megumi, and you offered little bits of advice while you sat with your feet kicked up on your desk. You didn’t have much to say in regards to the tumultuous relationship Satoru had with his reluctant student, but whatever you did say to him would lend itself useful. Later that day, a message lit up your phone, and you couldn’t help smiling at the picture in it. Satoru’s grin was wide enough to reveal his teeth and he had his arm thrown over Megumi’s shoulder as he dragged him in close for the photo. The two must have worked out whatever tiff they had found themselves in this time, and you would say it was for the better, but Megumi’s contemptuous scowl would convince you to think otherwise.

Overkill would lend itself to the passion involved in whatever Gojo Satoru deemed worthy of immersing himself in, but perhaps that was part of his charm.

Unfortunately, as time had proven to you, even the most regular of routines could be disrupted in unexpected ways. Nightmares weren’t something you had been prone to beyond normal infrequence, but grief manifested in peculiar ways and when a multitude of them had cropped up on multiple nights six months into your assignment, you stopped replying to your friend for the first time. You had no idea how to explain to Satoru that seeing his name flash across your phone or hearing his voice in your ear during late night phone calls felt much like digging your finger into a new bruise. It was sore and throbbed, and you scrambled away from the pressure of it, even if you were the one inflicting it on yourself. You were grateful for Satoru’s perceptiveness because he didn’t push as he had a penchant for doing. When you didn’t respond to him for two consecutive days, he went quiet.

You didn’t hold Satoru responsible for the rollercoastering of your emotions, nor would you lay blame on his name for the insurmountable decision he made resulting in the loss of someone significant to both of you. However, you could not scrounge up any explanation that would be palatable to him as to why his presence was suddenly too much for you when a nightmare lingered in front of your eyes all the next day.

They took many different forms. In some, you threw yourself between Satoru and Suguru, if not to take the hit yourself then to deliver the killing blow with your own hand in another. However, the more vicious ones didn’t ever involve the day Suguru left or the night he died. In fact, they could blend in seamlessly with the memories you had of him, and you were never able to untangle to which they belonged.

How it felt to have Suguru on top of you, the weight of him familiar and comforting and never able to be forgotten. He liked to suck marks into the skin below your collarbone and you had a tendency to pinch and scratch at the skin of his back when he moved in a way that overwhelmed your senses. Or after, when the two of you rested against each other and smoothed fingers over the bruised flesh, you would whisper plans for the future into the air you shared, tired in body but eager in mind.

The worst one had you avoiding Satoru for weeks, unable to think of him without feeling like he was the kick to the bruises that scattered over the entirety of you.

You and Suguru sat across from each other in a worn out booth, and familiar music floated out from the kitchen behind you. The cafe was empty, save the old woman, and the remnants of sleep still clung to your unbrushed hair and wrinkled lounge clothes. Morning sun flashed through the window to your right and caught on the brown of his eyes to light them up in a way that you sorely missed. He smiled at you, unburdened and untouched by the disintegration of his mind, and you squirmed with giddy anticipation for the plate of dessert you had been waiting to show him.

“You know sweets are more of a habit belonging to you and Satoru,” Suguru teased, flicking his finger softly against the back of your hand from where it rested on the table next to his. The two of you always spent slow moments twining and tangling your fingers together and against the other’s, and a cozy morning at breakfast was not an exception.

“Yes,” you said back to him, your smile flirty and voice light,“but you know I would prefer to indulge with you.”

Suguru chuckled and the look he shot you sent a shiver of anticipation down your back. You had opened your mouth to see how quickly you could make him blush, but a plate landed in between you two and the old woman had a perceptive twinkle in her eyes.

“Glad you made it back,” she told you, “especially with someone to share your dessert with.”

The alarm on your phone had you blinking into wakefulness, and the dream faded to its place in the realm of endless ‘what ifs.’ You yanked a pillow over your face to muffle your wailing as you despaired at the unfairness of it all. And if you never again sat foot into that sleepy cafe with the best dessert you ever had, you’d tell yourself it was to keep from overindulging, not because you were afraid to see somewhere you could imagine Suguru in so vividly, but would never get the opportunity to watch come to fruition. If tempting yourself into a periodic delusion was a new method in overcoming grief, then you’d simply have to turn the other cheek.

I am what he made me.

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It took another month after that dream before you could text Satoru again. You sat on the edge of your bed with your phone in hand and lip tucked between your teeth. The text was simple, nothing dramatic or emotionally heavy—a picture of a cupcake with frosting the same blue of his eyes that you found at a different restaurant—and you hoped that he would respond well to the pitiful white flag you offered him. You hit the ‘send’ button before you could delete the whole thing and threw your phone across the bed before you got up to go take a shower.

You’d admit that it was your fault for clinging so tightly to the idea of Satoru as nothing other than your boyfriend’s best friend. He had become your friend as well over time, and you wondered if you had looked at him more closely as his own person, someone worth the space he took up and the energy he brought to your life, if it wouldn’t hurt so terribly to see him without Suguru behind his shoulder. It wasn’t fair to him, not in the slightest, and if you ever wanted the chance to be able to look at him without looking for a ghost, you owed it to the both of you to remove the distinction. As you stepped into the shower and let the hot water ease your body into languidness, you intentionally took the time to think of who Satoru was without Suguru.

Gojo Satoru was your friend. Gojo Satoru was tall, and he always made sure you were aware of it. Gojo Satoru had eyes unlike you had ever seen before. His addiction was anything drenched in sugar and saccharine in taste, not unlike your favor for dessert before dinner, but contradictory in its severity. Gojo Satoru had a tendency to make you laugh in times of your distress, whereas Suguru had always offered verbal comfort first. Neither was more important than the other, just different. Gojo Satoru had high slanting cheek bones and a jaw that was more angled than curved and it made for a handsome face—,

You inhaled so deeply and abruptly that water from the spray above you forced its way down and into your lungs, and you had to hold yourself up against the shower wall from how hard you began to cough. You fumbled your arm out to find the knob that turned the shower off, and when you had regained just enough breath you grabbed your towel from over the glass wall and wrapped it around yourself.

Satoru being handsome wasn’t untrue in its objectivity, and you remember thinking such the first time you met him, but the attractiveness of his appearance wasn’t something you had thought much of past that point. And now, when the idea of it jarred you so suddenly that you nearly drowned in your shower, you couldn’t quite get rid of how it lingered at the back of your mind. However, you saw no sense in dwelling on it, as it couldn’t possibly be pertinent information that your brain had just supplied you with, and made your way out of the bathroom to get dressed. The sight of your phone lighting up with Satoru’s name stopped you dead in your tracks and you swore out loud when you remembered why you had sought solace in the bathroom in the first place. The possibility of not knowing how Satoru would respond to your message was worse than whatever reply he could send back, so you picked up your phone to read what he said.

Satoru: I love that you think of me while you’re out in the wild.

You snorted, and the sense of urgently forthcoming dread vanished.

You: Let’s not lie to ourselves, shall we?

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When December 24th flashed at you from the screen of your phone on the morning of the first anniversary of Suguru’s death, you were resolute in your decision to accept the magnitude of the day, but forbade it from swallowing your personhood whole.

I am not entirely what he made me.

So, you spent the morning braving the winter weather to gather the meager supplies you could to prepare a holiday feast in the miniature version of a kitchen back in your hotel room. You grabbed a fancy looking bottle of wine from a glass cabinet in the grocery store and popped into a little bakery that caught your eye on the way home. You cooked and sang merrily to the music coming from your phone, all the while cursing the single-pot burner on your poor excuse of a kitchen counter when the water you had been waiting for to boil suddenly burst over the rim in a loud hiss of steam. Luck would have it that no other cooking mishaps occurred after that, and you were able to tuck into your attempt at a feast with a glass of wine in hand just in time for the sun to begin setting.

The first couple bites took some effort to swallow as your mind wandered back to what was going on just a year ago, a time that felt so confusedly distant but vivid all at once, and you could at least acknowledge how Suguru’s death had indisputably changed the trajectory of your life. Some ways were more obvious to you as you sat alone on Christmas Eve in a country far from home, but the others unknown to you had you contemplating what could be next when you ultimately had the bravery to pursue them.

And then your phone rang, always disturbing what little peace you had left, and you weren’t surprised this time when you saw Satoru’s name. He answered with his usual exaggerated enthusiasm and for once it made you smile. Hearing him chatter away in your ear, you pushed away from where you sat at your desk, wine still in hand, and situated yourself against the pillows on your bed to listen to him recount the events of whatever holiday gathering he had subjected Nanami and the students to. You laughed where appropriate, and chastised him when necessary, and you forgot all about the meal you had painstakingly worked on all day. You refilled your wine glass once and then again as the two of you went back and forth in easy conversation, and it wasn’t until your eyes started to grow heavy that you let it slip from your mouth.

“I miss him,” you whispered, interrupting Satoru in the middle of whatever tale he was recounting about his latest mission. He went quiet, and you instantly regretted bringing up what had been lingering at the edge of your minds this whole time.

Satoru finally responded before you could spiral into panic. “I miss him too.”

Hearing the same despondency in his voice that you were feeling slither into your chest helped ease the sting of tears in your eyes, and you were proud when you only had to wipe away one or two from your cheeks instead of descending into a blubbering mess. In an effort to continue, you cleared your throat and probed Satoru with another question about his mission, thankful when he threw himself right back into the story with the same level of theatrics from before you interrupted him. And if you closed your eyes to listen to him in an attempt to feel like he was right next to you instead of an ocean away…well, you wouldn’t probably remember doing so in the morning.

When you did wake up, hours later and your room still blue in the early twilight, your phone was next to your ear from where it had slipped out of your hand once you had drifted off to sleep. The call wasn’t still connected, but there was an awaiting message from Satoru along with a low battery percentage warning.

Satoru: You know you snore when you sleep?

The text had you sitting up in a hurry. You didn’t feel the need to confirm or deny that fact, not when you already knew whether you were affected by that particular habit (Suguru had long ago told you) and you simply responded with a snarky reply and a well wish for his day before getting up to tidy last night’s mess of food and pots and pans. It wasn’t until later in the afternoon when you took your phone from the charger to call Shoko and wish her a happy holiday that you caught a glimpse of the previous day’s call history. To your utter bewilderment, the call log indicated that Satoru stayed on the phone at least an hour more after you last recalled checking the time before you fell asleep. And if he hadn’t succumbed to sleep himself and instead listened to the quiet or whatever there was on your end of the line, then there was suddenly one more person in the world who knew something about you that only Suguru previously had been privy to.

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A week later, nearly an exact year from your departure on assignment, Gojo Satoru called you in the middle of the night to beckon you home.

“Do you have any idea of what time it is here?” You hissed, dazed in a way that could only come from being abruptly woken from deep sleep, and you just barely propped yourself up in bed on your elbows.

“Absolutely,” he chirped, sounding none at all ashamed, “but that’s not really important right now. I—,”

“I would beg to differ, Satoru.”

“ As I was saying,” he continued, enunciation heavy on that first word, “I wanted to know if you could be on the first flight home in the morning?”

You blinked a couple times, truly aghast at the nerve he had. “I’m going to hang up.”

“Wait! I need your help!”

The urgency in his voice, however faint, had you sitting up in bed and partially more inclined to stay on the phone. “What happened?” You asked cautiously.

There was a tired sigh from Satoru’s end of the phone. “I have a new student. Good kid, but he swallowed a cursed object and—,”

“Oh, god,” you groaned, throwing your head back against your pillows and slapping a hand over your eyes before it slid down your face, “not another one.”

Satoru was silent and you were just as stunned at the outburst that left your mouth. For as talented as Suguru was, you never quite got over the disturbing fact that he ate curses. Even thinking about it now made your skin crawl, and you were not keen on having to watch it happen again.

Before you could offer some mumbled apology—for what, you weren’t even sure—Satoru erupted into loud, full-bellied laughter, and the sound of it proved to be gloriously infectious. In seconds you were laughing alongside him, and the simple joy of it made a pleasant tingle in your stomach.

“I swear,” Satoru gasped, breathless sounding in the best of ways, “it’s not like that. Or not exactly anyways. There’s plenty to explain, but I could really use your help. There’s a lot going on and I’d hate to admit I might be in over my head.”

The idea of never returning home hadn’t ever crossed your mind, even in the worst of your grief, but you hadn’t quite yet planned out when you intended to come back to Jujutsu High. You figured time would have decided for you in some sort or fashion, and you couldn’t ignore the inkling in your gut that maybe this was it.

“I’d need a couple days to wrap things up here, Satoru…but yeah, I think it’s time I come home.” You felt more optimistic about the idea by the time it left your mouth, and it certainly didn’t hurt when the strongest sorcerer let out an ecstatic ‘whoop’ on the other end of the phone.

With a promise to call him back at a more appropriate hour, you bid your friend goodbye and nestled deeper into the cocoon of your blankets to catch a couple more hours of sleep. The prospect of returning back home had you wiggling in excitement, and it occurred to your sleep-addled brain that it wasn’t the yearning for a familiar bed or your favorite home cooked meal that drove your desire to go back. Instead, in something you were scarcely ready to admit but unable to deny, the allure of home took form in delightfully rich laughter and a pair of pretty blue eyes.

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Satoru didn’t need to be here. There were trains that would get you back to the school in only half an hour, and if you didn’t want to have to participate in the publicness of it all, a taxi would do the job at minimal cost. So no, Satoru didn’t need to be standing outside the entrance of the airport as he waited for your flight to deplane, but he had wanted to, and that had been enough motivation for him to deal with the hecticness of evening traffic and pay for overpriced parking just so he could transport you and your luggage home.

He hadn’t necessarily told you that he had planned to be present when you took your first steps back onto home soil, and you didn’t indicate that you expected him to be there to assist in any way. In fact, Satoru was mildly concerned that you wouldn’t exactly be pleased that he would be the first familiar face you see upon walking out of the airport, and the possibility of that happening nearly had him turning around to flee back home. But he was nothing if not impractical in his persistence and he rooted his feet to the ground until he could gain sense of you. It was a long held habit that he started with Suguru, always being aware of his best friend’s presence even if he wasn’t consciously seeking it out, and that range had extended to you at some point in your relationship with him. So now, even when there was face after face that passed by him in whirls of conversation and scuffling feet, he could feel the exact moment your foot touched down outside the terminal and began to close the distance between you and him.

In an effort to stand out in the midst of the crowd, Satoru straightened his shoulders and lifted his chin just slightly above being level with the ground to ensure he was the first thing you noticed when you stepped out past the doors. He could feel the steadiness of your heart beating and heard the bumping of the wheels on your luggage as you pulled it behind you. Each step closer was a shot of adrenaline straight to his veins and he could feel the anticipation swell in his chest. With a burst of other people, he watched as you pushed past the exit doors, eyes sweeping across the pavement in front of you until they caught on his own (he had intentionally left this black eye band in the car).

Satoru swore he wasn’t being dramatic when time seemed to slow ever-so-slightly. He saw your gaze widen in the same moment a deep breath lifted and expanded your chest, and the expression of surprise coloring your face might have been a touch overwhelmed. He took a step towards you and lifted a hand to wave only to be stopped when he saw your mouth begin to stretch into a shy smile. You bit at the corner of your lip as if to try and hide it, but the white of your teeth flashed and your eyes were bright with excitement, and the way you bounced lightly on the tips of your toes to wave at him had a jolt of energy traveling from the hair on his head to the bottoms of his feet.

When Satoru’s heart leapt in his chest at the sight of you, stunning as you always had been and enticing in ways he hadn’t allowed you to be to him before, he had a startling realization that the feelings he was experiencing weren’t to be labeled under the guise of a reunited friendship, but instead something exhilarating and terrifyingly new.

And oh, he was in so much trouble.

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The calm before the storm, so to speak. I'm very excited to write the next chapter, so let's hope it delivers!

Brief ramblings from myself: I've intentionally written this fic to have the time gaps/skips it does mostly because a.) I was worried about the tedious repetetiveness of trying to include slower moving parts into a longer, more drawn out story and b.) there's supposed to be a sense of development going on between the lines/scenes. I've tried to hint at that and what it looks like, but not sure if I'm succeeding. Moral of such ramblings: writing is hard for me, and I am very grateful for anyone who is reading this <3

Taglist: @paprikaquinn & @kafanizdakicokiyi

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wangxianficrecs · 8 months ago

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Of our own by apathyinreverie

Of our own

by apathyinreverie (@apathyinreverie)

T, 3k, Wei Wuxian

Summary: Devastatingly, by the time Wei Ying finally remembers his own past, it’s far too late to change anything, his home already lost, the Yiling Patriarch long-since pronounced dead, and little A-Yuan having no one to rely on but him. Kay's comments: A very soft and heart-breaking short story in which Wen Qing - when she knocks Wei Wuxian out when she goes to submit herself and Wen Ning for punishment - erases Wei Wuxian's memories. So, after the Wen remnants are dead, it's just him travelling with A-Yuan. Happy, but memory-less, at least for a while. Him and A-Yuan are travelling and they might pick up another stray on the way. Absolutely love the found family vibes. Peak content for fans of: goth girl on the outside, but on the inside? A father figure. Excerpt: It took him a long time to remember fully, for the amnesia – which Wen Qing had somehow made settle over his memory – to entirely lift. There had been barely enough left of his recollection for Wei Ying to at least know himself, to know his own name – even if he quickly learned better than to actually give it – and to somewhat recall once having had a home. Although, the strange mixture of images from – what he only later recognizes as – Lotus Pier and Burial Mounds and even the Cloud Recesses made absolutely no sense to him in the beginning, too strange a combination to make sense of, fine clothing and lotus blossoms as far as the eye could see, the sting of punishment on his back and snow-covered mountains all around, happiness despite having barely anything on the table, too little food to go around and still more contentedness than he had felt anywhere else if only due to the people surrounding him. Names and places and clear faces had entirely escaped him for so long. Those had been the last thing to truly return to him.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, wei wuxian lives, single parent wei wuxian, temporary amnesia, somebody lives/not everybody dies, jiang yanli lives, mo xuanyu lives, families of choice, emotional hurt/comfort, rogue cultivator wei wuxian, soft wie wuxian, good parent wei wuxian, domestic fluff, fix-it of sorts

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critter-genfic-events · 5 months ago

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Campaign Crossover Recs

This week, we have seven fics that mix Bells Hells, Vox Machina, and the Mighty Nein together (usually through Keyleth). Check them out beneath the cut, and as always - comment and kudos if you like them!

Voice to the Rain by J (jaywright) (12808,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Keyleth & Orym, Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/Keyleth/Vex'ahlia

Before the events of EXU, Keyleth takes a grieving Orym with her to Whitestone

Reccer says: warm and beautiful and heartbreaking

Amethyst and Flowers on the Table by Operafloozy (2291,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Caduceus Clay & Keyleth, Keyleth & Vilya

Vilya introduces her daughter to the man who restored her memories, one Caduceus Clay.

Reccer says: I love that Keyleth is still angry in this and she and Caduceus have their disagreements, but there's still the potential of a friendship

whitestone is for eulogies by Lifelights (13290,Teen) Warnings: canon typical violence, temporary character death Pairings: Laudna & Vox Machina, Laudna/Imogen

When they first meet, she's dead and hanging from a tree. The second time...she's still dead, but more able to remember. (Aka: a barely divergent AU where Laudna meets Vox Machina in Whitestone)

Reccer says: Everyone is extremely in character and it's a great premise

a spark of potential by mousecookie (1189,Teen) Warnings: Pairings: Ashton Greymoore & Caleb Widogast

After Ludinus's defeat, Ashton approaches one of their new allies with questions about dunamancy.

Reccer says: Great voices and it has a lot of fun details

Fearful Symmetry by seraphium (3151,Teen) Warnings: No archive warnings apply Pairings: Keyleth & Vilya

In the aftermath of the Apogee Solstice, Keyleth's mother waits at her bedside.

Reccer says: It's an amazing look at what the relationship might look like from Vilya's point of view

From My Rotting Body, Flowers Shall Grow by keyleth_clay (10972,Teen) Warnings: Major Character Death Pairings: Caduceus Clay & Keyleth, Keyleth & Essek Thelyss, Caduceus Clay & Essek Thelyss

Keyleth has spent many, many years visiting the Blooming Grove. This visit is so different from the rest. Primarily because her first and best friend from the Clay family is no longer there to share it with her.

Reccer says: Beautifully rendered lifespan angst, with flashbacks to their friendship over the years

Girls Gone Feywild by royalgreen (allyoop) (821,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Bells Hells & The Mighty Nein, Fearne Calloway & Jester Lavorre

Chaos faun meets chaos tiefling. Exandria will never be the same.

Reccer says: I liked it

This is one of our weekly communally-generated gen rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. Please note that the summary and content notes are provided by the reccer, and may be different than what the author has provided. Please assume good intentions all around. <3

And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, we're focusing it'll be Skill/Class Swap fics. Maybe Keyleth as a Barbarian? Orym as a druid? Laura Bailey's characters as the class that she originally wanted?

After that, it'll be Mourning and Grief, Fjord focused, and then backstory swaps!

Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!

Oh! Also! Critter Gen Week is happening! We've been using the themes for our reclist - so if you're inspired by what you're reading, consider writing (or making art) for that week!

#critical role #critter genfic rec lists #gen fic #the mighty nein #vox machina #bells hells #Fearne Calloway #Jester Lavorre #keyleth of the air ashari #orym of the air ashari #Caduceus Clay #Essek Thelyss #Caleb Widogast #Ashton Greymoore #vilya of the air ashari #Laudna CR

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subway-boss-jericho · 3 months ago

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These are sorted in alphabetical order, not by quantity of content or chronological age! (NOTE: A lot of links are missing, as I am about to start queuing posts to go up! This list will be updated after each one!)

Coupled (Uncoupled) - Fusion AU Tags: #Coupled (Uncoupled), #Fusion AU, #Post Canon Befriend my reflection to find my shadow (Reflection AU) - Cross-Dimensional AU Tags: #Befriend My Reflection, #Reflection AU, #TwoLeftHands Faling, falling, with no one to catch you - Double Faller AU Tags: #FallingFalling, #Ultra Wormholes, #Reunion Fossil AU Tags: #Fossil AU, #Death, #Temporary Character Death, #Reunion Half-Ghost AU Tags: #Half Ghost AU, #Death, #Major Character Death Hero!Ingo AU Tags: #Chosen Hero Ingo, #Hero AU how could we have possibly fallen this far? (2D AU) - Real World AU Tags: #2D AU, #Mind Fuck, #Emmet in NYC, #Reunion I feel your heartbeat buzzing in my chest - Combee AU Tags: #Combee AU, #Combee PreFall, #Combee PostFall, #Vespingo, #Vespaegis, #Reunion, #Combee Ingo and Ingo and Emmet Hop The Multiverse - Dimension Hoppers AU Tags: #IAIAEHTM, #Dimension Hoppers, #NonCanon Shenanigans, #Reunion, #Fix-It Fic I See You - Song AU Tags: #I See You Legacy Tags: #Legacy, #Post Canon, #Past Character Death, #No Reunion, #OC Family Members Mechanical Dreams (can you hear the cogs clicking?) - Mecha AU Tags: #Mechanical Dreams, #Mecha AU, #Crack AU, #Extreme Canon Divergence, #OCs, #G/t, #Size Shifting My Echo - Song AU Tags: #Echo AU oh my god what the fuck is ingo doing in pokemon mystery dungeon (omgPMD) - PMD AU Tags: #omgPMD, #PMD AU, #Reunion Quantum Superposition AU Tags: #Quantum AU, #No Canon Ending, #Hurt No Comfort Static Meltdown - One Move AU Tags: #Static Meltdown, #One Move AU, #No Canon Ending Steady Tracks Do Not Waver - Pokemon!Ingo AU Tags: #Steady Tracks, #STDNW, #Steady Tracks Official Art, #Pokemon!Ingo,* #Post Canon, #Reunion, #Implied Character Death, #Past Character Death** (*this tag will change later) (**No one actually died) Take My Hand! - that one episode of ben 10 Tags: #Take My Hand!, #TMH!, #Handy AU, #Crack AU, #Disability Support Pokemon The Spirit Keeper - Spiritomb AU Tags: #Spirit Keeper Ingo, #Spirit Keeper, #Spirit Farer Emmet*, #Reunion (*Branch AU) The Whole World Is Against You - Public Enemy #1 Emmet AU Tags: #TWWIAY, #Public Enemy Emmet, #Enemmet, #Reunion Treehouse - Song AU/Childhood AU Tags: #Treehouse, #Song Fic, #Pre Canon, #Kid AU, #Divorce, #Complicated Upbringing While You Were Gone - Time Capsule AU Tags: #WYWG, #Implied Character Death, #Past Character Death, #Post Canon, #Reunion Your reflection in the mirror is reversed - Impersonation AU Tags: #Your Reflection AU, #Impersonation, #I Am Ingo, #Reunion

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lunar-years · 1 year ago

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do you have any hurt/comfort jamie fic recs? looking for physical injury in particular, but i’m a sucker for emotional hurt/comfort too :)

of course! here u go

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held onto hope (like a noose, like a rope) by scarlettroses - tw James Tartt Sr. abuse; emotional hurt/comfort and it's heavy but it's so good! Jamie's dad is very ill and Roy & Keeley etc. help him through that.

My troubles are all over, and I am at home by Vamillepudding - tw James Tartt Sr./canon-typical abuse; canon divergence where Roy sees Jamie and his dad in the boot room during the season one finale, instead of Ted

The Hedgehog's Dilemma by @kvetchinglyneurotic - tw James Tartt Sr./canon typical abuse; season one canon divergence where Jamie's dad calls him and insists he come up to Manchester, right after Jamie got benched. Roy worries about where he's at and then we go on a fun speedrun of character development & friendship :)

every emotion that i'm meant to express by @babytarttdoodoo : Jamie has a panic attack during Mom City and Roy & Keeley help him through

Lemons and Lavender by LivingProof - tw James Tartt Sr.; a car accident puts Jamie in the hospital, his dad comes to see him but luckily Roy and Ted are close behind

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I Get By With a Little Help by @belmottetower - tw rape facilitated by James Tartt Sr.; Jamie rape recovery hurt/comfort with, as the tags imply, much more comfort than hurt. There is also a second part with even more comfort :)

Somethin' Stupid by @catalogercas - appendicitis on the bus to an away game! oh no! Not yet complete but chapter 2 of 3 was posted today and it is amazing.

Falling Up by @catalogercas - amnesia!Jamie. all that from doing headers with Phoebe :( it's not super angsty and in fact is very cute. Jamie even meets the yoga mums in the funniest way. incredible content.

i watched the world without knowing what to look for by buckstiel -future fic about the injury that ends Jamie's career

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the body of someone you love by @goodmorninglovelies42 - Jamie gets into a minor car accident and needs stitches, Roy does not handle this well

Love Me For Who I Am (Where I Am) by pepperlandgirl4 - Jamie is injured during a match and it results in temporary amnesia shortly after rjk all get together

Chase All The Ghosts From Your Head by @valonia47 - tw for implied homophobia; Jamie is beat up by a crazy City fan at a nightclub with plenty of comfort afterwards from Roy, Keeley & his mum <3

bruised like violets by inlovewithnight - tw stalkers/kidnapping - Jamie gets abducted and it's very scary for everyone involved... but luckily there is a happy ending and lots of comfort! :)

the blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine by inlovewithnight - tw non-con, Rupert Mannion; I feel like i put this on every rec list lmao but i truly do love it. very dark but the rjk comfort is sooooo my everything

they threw me a whirlwild and I spat back the sea by inlovewithnight - tw abuse/semi-graphic description of hand injury; James Tartt Sr.'s mates pay Jamie a visit, Jamie calls Keeley (and by extension, Roy) to help get him to the hospital

no amount of coffee, no amount of crying by shampoobaby - allergies!! classic sickfic, Jamie has hay fever :( poor bb

P.S. If you are one of these authors and I have not tagged your tumblr it simply means I do not know it, but please drop me a comment or message if you'd like and I will update the list with your blog accordingly :)

#tried to keep it mostly physical injury stuff for you but a few emotional hurt comforts snuck in :)#fic recs #jamie tartt #ted lasso #royjamie #royjamiekeeley #hurt/comfort #fic list #asks

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steddiemicrofic · 1 year ago

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Steddie Microfic November 1st-8th Masterlist

you can rest, too by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | no cw | tags: post-vecna, getting together, fluff, hurt/comfort

play nice by @wormdebut | Rated E | cw: daddy kink, very possessive Eddie, D/S dynamic

4'33" by @postmodernau | Rated E | cw: Brief sexual content, PTSD, discussions of death/mortality | tags: Eddie Munson Lives, dual POV, character study, getting together

Good Things Come (to those who wait) by @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly | Rated E | cw: blow job

comfort enough to be together by @onirislanding | Rated E | no cw

Contentment in Common Time by @soaringornithopter | Rated T | no cw

untitled by @estrellami-1 | Rated G | no cw

rest by @scarcrossdlvrs | Rated T | no cw

sisyphean nightmare by @sailing-through-hawkins | Rated T | cw: temporary MCD | tags: time loop, fantasy au

A Small Break by @eddieseyelashes | Rated G | cw: a little emotionally overwhelmed steve

Storage by @griefabyss69 | Rated E | cw: consensual somnophilia, vampire Eddie

Miles to Go by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: Post-Apocalyptic, Minor Injury | tags: Canon divergence post-s4, hurt/comfort, end of the world, just the two of us, the world is bleak but we're together

Every last drop by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | no cw | tags: explicit sexual content, come play, come licking, humiliation, degradation, mean dom eddie, bratty sub steve

do you really need rest after the show? by @ahsokatanoss | Rated G | no cw

chasing your smile by @sailing-through-hawkins | Rated T | no cw | tags: cowboy au, comfort

safe with you by @ithinkicouldloveher | Rated T | cw: little space

full rest by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | no cw | tags: anal fingering, rimming, anal sex, fluff, established relationship

home again by @cranberrymoons | Rated M | no cw

it takes a village by @t-boyeddie | Rated G | cw: teenage parenthood

Untitled by @starryeyedjanai | Rated T | no cw

Operation: Salvage by @vecnuthy | Rated G | no cw

Untitled by @flowercrowngods | Rated G | cw: non-explicit trauma-related insomnia

late night projects by @judasofsuburbia | Rated T | no cw

smiles that don't flake off by @formosusiniquis | Rated T | no cw

Can We Rest Now? by @bananahoneycomb | Rated T | cw: talk of dying, monster eddie

Offering by @pearynice | Rated G | cw: discussions of weight | discussions of weight | tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

Resting season by @fuctacles | Rated G | no cw | tags: established relationship but they don't call themselves boyfriends yet

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiemicrofic #stranger things #steddiemicroficnovember #masterlist

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 9 months ago

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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist (24)

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Acceptable Payment: A Date With Katniss Everdeen-rEckLeSsLy.cOnFIneD (ff.net) Summary: "That Katniss was currently aware of, she needed to do two things: First, she needed to inform Johanna about everything that was Peeta Mellark. Second, she needed her help to make sure that she was most beautiful version of herself she had ever been for this New Year's Party." [Modern AU. Everlark.]

Curious Kat-MissprissHG (ff.net) Summary: While on the Victory Tour, Katniss suddenly becomes very curious and Peeta is the only one who she feels safe enough to ask. Will he answer her questions? Will he show her what she wants? Find out how Katniss explores her newfound sexuality with Peeta.

Mind Games-Samh1212 (ff.net) Summary: Katniss is a freshman in college. She picked a school hundreds of miles away from home hoping to avoid any and all connections to her past. Suddenly, she's paired with Peeta Mellark, a guy from her hometown, to do a somewhat unconventional project for her human sexuality class. Modern Day AU

i've been on fire, dreaming of you-orangecranscones (ao3) Summary: "I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again." Katniss and Peeta try to heal after the revolution. And they (mainly Katniss) finally learn how to love each other.

Secrets I Have Held in My Heart-flythroughflames (ff.net) Summary: I was cold to him, nasty even. I acted like there was nothing I wanted to do less than spend time with him. But every night, I would fantasize about him.

Sneak Attack-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: A surprise during Peeta's walk home from the bakery could change everything. A little winter Everlark interlude post-Victory Tour.

The Night Belongs to Lovers-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss finds it easier to be honest about her feelings for Peeta at night when no one else can see. Everlark growing back together in three scenes inspired by Because the Night Belongs to Lovers, co-written by Patti Smith and Bruce Springsteen. Trigger warnings for language, allusions to torture and sexual content.

Twelve-HGRomance (ff.net) or on (ao3) Summary: She has loved him since the day he tossed her that bread. And she thinks that she'll never win his heart. Because all he's ever done is pretend for the crowd…but what if one real moment could change that? One-shot. Canon Divergence. The Victory Tour in role reversal.

Under My Skin-Court81981 (ff.net) Summary: One-shot. Katniss takes a temporary job as a nude model, intending to get through the month and collect a paycheck. She doesn't expect the blond-haired, blue-eyed art student in the front row to affect her so quickly, nor does she anticipate falling in love when he needs her help for a private project.

You Put Your Arms Around Me and I'm Home-mrsbonniemellark (ao3) Summary: What would happen if Peeta hadn't been hijacked and Katniss and Peeta were allowed a private reunion?

#m #mature masterlist #masterlist #thg #thg fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #everlark

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wangxianficfinder · 5 months ago

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In the mood for...

June 27th

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1. can you recomend fics in which wwx decides to leave jiang sect? @chellsky

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious)

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

🔒 crying like a fire in the sun by Reverie (cl410) (T, 10k, wangxian, SL/XXC, JC & WWX, BSSR/LY, Runaway WWX, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives AU, rogue cultivator WWX, Angst, Post Cloud Recesses, Not YZY Friendly, Happy Ending, BSSR is WWX’s grandmother instead of grandmaster)

Inchoate by Marinelifeclub (T, 20k, wangxian, Child Abuse, Bad Parent JFM, Bad Parent YZY, Protective LQR, Protective LWJ, Rogue Cultivator WWX, YZY Bashing, JC Bashing, No Golden Core Transfer, Dark JFM)

My heart knows (you’re the missing piece) by makexianxianhappytoday (T, 73k, wangxian, WWX & Jiang family, BSSR & WWX, canon divergence, rogue cultivator WWX, not Jiang friendly, protective LWJ, butterfly effect, no golden core transfer, WIP)

Chronicles of Sect Leader Wei Wuxian by Muggle_Diary (E, 85k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, JFM/YZY, CSSR/WCZ, LXC/LQY, NMJ/QS, WQ/OC, OFC/ OFC, JC/ OFC, Sect Leader WWX, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Different First Meeting, Canon Divergence, Minor Character Death, Anal Sex, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Sex Toys, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Rough Sex, Child Abuse, Child Death, War Hero WWX, Sunshot Campaign, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Cultivation Sect Politics, Wen Remnants Live, Abusive YZY, Abusive Jiang Family, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, JC Bashing, JFM and YZY Bashing, Yunmeng Jiang Sect Bashing, JYL and JZX Live, Jiang Family Bashing) feels a bit OOC, but I'm enjoying the world building, WIP

Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 67k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WWX does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM and YZY) I love this one, WIP but I think it's close to done

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2. do you know any fics where Madam Yu or Jiang Cheng accidentally hurt Huaisang with Zidian while their target was WWX?

Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending) Not quite the request, but similar enough it may be of interest. JC goes into a rage over WWX in this - though he isn't present - & NHS sustains life-changing injuries as a result - though with JC's sword rather than Zidian

❤️ A Future Family In A Broken Past by Hauntcats (T, 121k, wangxian, time travel, not Jiang friendly, Not Cultivation World Friendly, WWX Needs a Hug, Family Dynamics, What is a good family?, Fear of emotions does not excuse abuse, happy ending of sorts, Not Jiang Clan Friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, fix-it, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, LXC needs a hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, except JC, He can suffer, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, not YZY friendly) For # 2 we’re NH is endangered there is the story

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3. Hi buddy! Thanks for the last fic recommendations...

Could you give me some fics with general Wei Wuxian? There was one particular story with him being an awesome General who cares more about his soldiers and the lives of the people he's protecting and thus deciding to surrender rather than fight fully knowing that they would not be able to win. I think him and LWJ was on opposite sides yet had respect for each other. There were some madam yu bashing though... @grrumpywoof

🔒 Crossing Paths by Ilona22 (M, 21k, wangxian, shapeshifter au, graphic depictions of violence, war between sects, war crimes, not JC friendly, happy ending)

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4. itmf modern a/b/o long fics? or any self indulgent long fics set in modern au?

Insert Coin Now for Extra Life by TriviasFolly (E, 201k, wangxian, modern, ABO, Intersex Omegas, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Marriage contract au, Twitch Streamer WWX, fluff and smut, caring for other while sick, Possessive LWJ, Rare Male Omegas, Pack Dynamics, Sugar Baby vibes, Eventual Smut, Brief mention of lwj/others)

🔒I is for Instinct by beeswaxing (E, 71k, wangxian, NMJ/LXC, JYL/JZX, hualian, modern, ABO, college/university au, alpha WWX, omega LWJ, scenting, possessive behavior, getting together, public claiming, good parent LQR & YZY, fluff, romance, slice of life, smut, mpreg)

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5. Hi! I hope y’all are having a wonderful day! Today I’m itmf two improbable scenarios: A) chief cultivator wwx, and B) wen zhuliu melting wrh’s core. Thanks! :3

5A)

The "Patriarch" Was Supposed to be Ironic (or, Wei Wuxian, Chief Cultivator) by groignequi (E, 1k, WangXian, JC & WWX & JYL, JC/NHS/WQ, WIP, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, jiang friendly, Not Everyone Dies, Really Most People Live (Except JGS), Chief Cultivator WWX, Getting Together, Happy Ending) Hi! For 5A on the recent ITMF, I also couldn't remember reading any fic with that premise...so I made some? Only the first chapter is up so far. And the tags can lead to the whole four (4!) other fics under "Chief Cultivator Wei Wuxian" : )

5B)

❤️ in case of fire, break glass by Jenrose (T, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Post-Canon, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, unless I hate them, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Genius Inventor WWX, NHS Finds His Calling, No Women Die) also very offscreen but stated that zhao zhuliu killed him, not as central to the plot of this one as the first rec

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6. Why is LQR always portrayed as this really old dude? He is the younger brother of the LWJ’s dad, so he is at most like, 35? 40? Sexy cranky middle aged single-dad (of twin jades) LQR please!!!

Rest and Care Series by meyari (T/G, 62k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, very little hurt lots of comfort, Chronic Illness, Serious Injuries, Self-Medication, Disability, PTSD, Depression, Self-Worth Issues, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aftermath of war, Aftermath of Violence, Prisoner of War, Identity Issues, Warning: JGS, enslavement (discussion of), abuse (discussion of), actually very fluffy despite the warnings, Fluff and Crack, dubious academic writing, Historical Research, Modern Era, Good YZY, Good Person SS, Reincarnation) LQR being young is a subplot

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7. Hello there, I’m not sure if this is a fic finder or an in the mood for, because I’m looking for a fic and more like that.

So you know how theres this TikTok Sound of someone called Nick who asks for the WLAN Password and its I Love You Nick and Nick is in a lot of denial about being lovers even though their anniversary is coming up?

I found a fic that was basically WY and LZ in a relationship, and WY/LZ (but more likely WY) didn’t realise that they were anything more than friends, and it was very funny.

More comedic than anything else. But I cannot for the life of me find it, and everytime I try and search for it, only the sad version shows up.

Please send help, I need to read this fluff….I crave it. @desperation-is-my-middle-name

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8. Hi! For the ITMF, I'm looking for

A) Protective JC and JYL, especially if JFM and YZY are gone and they can protect WWX openly now without anyone standing in their way and,

B) Protective JC and JYL, but specifically against LWJ because they notice how rough he is with WWX (see Phoenix mountain kiss for example) and all the funny misunderstandings that come from that @hikato-chan

8A)

🔒 between the shadow and the soul by Reverie (cl410) (M, 22k, WangXian, JYL/WQ, JC/NHS, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family, Dark WWX, Feral WWX, Memory Loss, Magic, Magical Realism, Protective LWJ, Protective JC, Protective JYL, Grief, BAMF WWX, POV Alternating)

spice by antebunny (G, 5k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fluff, small tournament arc, JFM and LQR dissing each other for 2k, yunmeng siblings, people treating WWX with the respect he deserves, Scheming, Fix-It of Sorts, Good Dad JFM, fluffy fluff)

family by antebunny (G, 8k, JC & WWX, WangXian, JYL/JZX, Fix-It, Angst, Fluff, Found Family, actual family, Everybody Lives, JC is a good bro, Epic Tsundere JC, WWX's horde of gremlin children, Canon Divergence)

8B)

Life is Very Long by Vamillepudding (T, 12k, WangXian, JC & WWX, JL & WWX, Post-Canon, Comedy, Protective JC, Protective JL, Misunderstandings, Oblivious WWX, Protective LWJ) has Jiang Cheng & Jin Ling (rather thank Jiang Yanli) trying to protect Wei Wuxian because they think Lan Wangji is abusing him. So, close, but not quite what they were requesting.

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9. itmf some jyl time travel fix-it pls! ty!

from the top, this time with personality by thunderwear (G, 15k, JYL/JZX, wangxian, time travel, JYL stands up for herself, family feels, WIP)

🔒 Young Madam Jin by StarClearWaters (Readoutloud) (G, 5k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Temporary Character Death)

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10. For the next itmf I wanted something with everyone but wwx time-traveling, I want him so be so confused about why everyone changed the way they act around him, thanks

refrain; a musical phrase repeating in a song or instrumental piece Series by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T/G, 51k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Sort Of, Memory Loss, Canon-typical dismemberment, Post-Series, but also mid-series ya feel, Changing Tenses, Protective LWJ, Everybody Lives, Confused WWX, Crack Treated Seriously)

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11. Hi!! I was hoping you could suggest any wwx never died and has no golden core? The longer the better just no character bashing please 💖💖

🔒 An Ocean Away by aoeros (M, 42k, Inu no Taishou/Izayoi, WWX & LSZ, WWX & Izayoi, WWX & Inu no Taishou, WWX & Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru (InuYasha)/WWX, WWX & WN, WIP, InuYasha Fusion, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Canon Divergence, Out of Character, Found Family, WWX in WWX's Body, YLLZ WWX, LSZ is still Wēn Yuàn, Inu no Taishou Lives, Inu no Taishou/Sesshoumaru’s Mother is Implied/Referenced, human to hanyou to youkai transformation) WWX flees with A-Yuan and accidentally lands in Japan. Focuses more on their life now than the cultivation world so I think there wasn't any bashing

The Wrong Man by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 60k, WangXian, WIP, Major Character Death, Sect Leader LWJ, Evil JGS, Canon Divergence) WWX was taken prisoner by the Jin so is still alive & coreless

Aftermath by KouriArashi (T, 57k, JYL/JZX, wangxian, LXC/JGY, JZX & JGY, JYL & WXX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Romance, Developing Relationship, Family, Sibling Bonding, Light Angst, Politics, Attempted Sexual Assault, some murder on occasion, People talking about their feelings, processing their trauma, The good shit)

Blooming in white by luckymoonly (T, 38k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, MM/WQ, NMJ/LXC, NHS/JC, Canon Divergence, Mpreg, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, hidden pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Drama, Misunderstandings, Everyone Lives AU, Miscommunication, WWX and NHS are BFF, matchmaker NHS, Fix-It)

body and soul by TooSel (E, 41k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Marriage Proposal, Everyone Lives AU, Cultivation Sect Politics, Yílíng Wèi Sect AU, Adoption, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending)

🧡 Discarded by teawater (E, 178k, WIP, WangXian, Lots of Angst, Hurt/Comfort, YLLZ WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect, Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ)

❤️ Dream a little dream of me by Moominmammashandbag (M, 60k, wangxian, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, mentions of torture, Mention of dismemberment, Coming Out, Plotting and scheming, animate body parts, goose, and supporting avian cast, Anxiety Disorder, Anxiety Attacks, goose!NMJ Reincarnation, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Incest, Do not fuck with NHS, Dreamwalking, Angst with a Happy Ending, JZX Lives)

Discordant Rhapsody by nirejseki (T, 49k, LQR & WWX, wangxian, JC & WWX, WQ & WWX & WN, LWJ & LQR & LXC, canon divergence, fix-it, hurt/comfort, trauma, politics, protective LQR, protective LWJ, protective WWX, LQR centric, whump, angst)

Grave dirt by esama (T, 92k, wangxian, canon divergence, necromancy, demonic cultivation, farming, found family, pre-slash, politics, Fix-it of sorts, yilingwei sect au)

Hope Dangling by a String by KouriArashi (M, 70k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, everyone lives, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, psychic bond, telepathy, communication, emotional/psychological abuse, jiang family feels, lan family feels, canon-typical violence, canon-typical politics, improper use of sacred forehead ribbons, gratuitous hair washing)

🔒 Tether by WithBroomBefore (T, 40k, WangXian, SangLi, WWX’s passive suicidality, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, WWX Lives, JYL Lives, Golden Core Reveal, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV JYL, Grief/Mourning, Sunshot Campaign, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, LWJ makes friends, Fix-It, Happy Ending)

Until It's Dark by suzvoy (M, 120k, WangXIan, LXC/JGY, Canon Divergence, LWJ Finds Out, Pining, Fluff and Angst, First Kiss, First Time, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hair-pulling, Hair-pulling in chapter 23)

Though one were strong as seven, he too with death shall dwell (For many times and lands) by sjyl_lotus (E, 151k, WIP, WangXian, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Yiling Laozu WWX, LSZ is a Wei, WWX Adopts LSZ, WWX doesn't go to nightless city, WWX runs away with a-yuan and granny Wen, Little bit of angst, WWX Doesn't die, JYL Lives, Wangxian Reunion, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Panic Attacks, supportive LSZ, Anxiety Attacks, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Slow Build, MXY Deserves Happiness)

These Things Unseen by bonyenne (T, 34k, wangxian, WWX & XXC, WWX & LY, canon divergence, fluff & angst, accidental baby acquisition, getting together, happy ending, found family, alternating pov, pining, kid fic)

i’ll take a secondhand monster by Stratisphyre (T, 24k, MXY & WWX, MXY & JGY, LWJ & LSZ & MXY, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Bullying, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Kid fic, Minor canonical character death, Injured WWX, Earn Your Happy Ending) would probably work; it's another 'wwx is imprisoned by the Jins post siege' fic

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12. Hiii, I have a request for the next ITMF post - please recommend some imperial royalty au👑.

Wangxian can be the leads with lwj as emperor or even lxn as emperor with some background relationships for him.

I have just been craving some well written imperial family drama starring wangxian. Please only complete fics 🙏

我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 84k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan)

願陛下 | by his majesty's decree by sweetlolixo (E, 40k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Concubine WWX, Harems, Pining LWJ, LWJ is not a dragon in this one but he descended from them :), Childhood Sweethearts (sort of), Romance, minimal angst, Happy Ending, NHS & WWX are concubine BFFs, LWJ has NO EYES for anyone besides WWX don’t worry the harem is only for the plot setting, Fantasy, Pregnant WWX, Possessive LWJ, Fluff)

The Emperor's Portrait by catbrainedschemes (E, 32k, WangXian, Historical, Ancient China, Historically Inaccurate, Meet-Cute, Mistaken Identity, Age Difference, Sexual Tension, Happy Ending, Fluff, EmperorLWJ, artist WWX, who happens to draw porn on the side, LSZ is the best boy, Misunderstandings, Hand Kink, Strength Kink, Smut, gege kink, lots of staring, Dirty Talk, Canon-Typical Bondage)

To Tread Upon Solid Ground by stiltonbasket (G, 6k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, LXC & WWX, Royalty, Emperor LWJ, Growing Up Together, Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Mutual Pining, References to Illness, (on lxc's part), Eventual Happy Ending, Bodyguard WWX, Fluff and Humor, Misunderstandings, gratuitous overuse of em dashes, Oblivious WWX, Confused WWX, This boy needs HELP, someone save the king)

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13. heyy admins! i'm running out of fics to ready, what are some of your favs or recs? thanksss!!

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14. Crying rn. INTM for some fics where Jin Rusong lives, like I don't care if he's adopted, faked his death, living with the Jins idc I just want to see him. @thatperson0-0

Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained by nirejseki (G, 4k, Canon Divergence, JRS Lives, NHS is a schemer)

Tread Lightly on my Ground by AshayaTReldai (E, 63k, LXC/QS, WangXian, JGY/QS, JGS/QS, JRS & LXC, QS & WWX, LXC & WWX, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, PTSD, Rape, Past Rape/Non-con, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Not Really Character Death, Happy ending for LXC, Incest, Trauma)

now you’re tearing through the pages and the ink by Stratisphyre (M, 70k, JC/QS, WangXian, QS & WWX, Canon Divergence, Canon Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, JGS Being Gross, Pregnancy and Childbirth, Canonical Accidental Incest, Marriage of Convenience, Friends to Lovers, Child Abuse, Accidental Child Acquisition, Found Family, Not Everyone Dies, (but there is some), canon character death, QS POV, Golden Core Reveal, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Dynamics)

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15. A) Fanfics where wei wuxian is pregnant with lan zhan

B) Marriage arranging between wei wuxian and lan zhan @jikookjiminjungkook91

15A)

🧡 Accidents Will Happen by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 45k WangXian, Post Canon, Mpreg, Fluff, Light angst)

All I Want by Selenay (E, 47k, wangxian, Modern, Mpreg, Post Holiday Romance, Consequences, Reunions, Idiots in Love, wangxian attempt to be sensible adults about it, they are very bad at it, Teacher WWX, Rating earned in later chapters, Handwavey Biology)

🧡 Brilliant Mistake by brooklinegirl (E, 53k, WangXian, Modern AU, Sex Pollen, Mpreg, dubcon, Modern Cultivators, Dubious Medical Science)

Take My Pieces, Make Me Whole by InTheGreySpaces (M, 297k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt WWX, JC & WWX Reconciliation, JC is a good brother, LXC Is A Good Brother, Golden Core Reveal, Mpreg, LSZ really IS WWX's son, and LWJ is his other father, LQR is a good uncle, after he's an ass for a bit, nobody we like dies in this one, cleansing the Burial Mounds, Eventual Happy Ending, WWX Has Memory Issues, resentful energy is almost a character of its own in this one, Nei Clan's resentful saber secret, NMJ is a good brother, Hurt LWJ, Hurt NMJ, Baxia is a misbehaving bitch, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, tiny bit of non-con, chapters will be tagged individually with necessary warnings, sentient Yin Iron)

On The Way Home by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 59k, WangXian, Modern, Mpreg, Non-a/b/o mpreg, Unprotected Sex, Unexpected Pregnancy, Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, Pining while fucking)

A Mother’s Love by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 170k, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Mostly combo of the Untamed and MoDaoZuShi timelines, Unreliable Narrator, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Family Feels, Found Family, PTSD, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Political Intrigue, Mystery, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Strong Female Characters, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Good Brother In Law JZX, Genderbent WWX, Intersex WWX, not a/b/o, POV Original Character, Expanded Universe, Unplanned Pregnancy, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has No Golden Core, Cultivation Sect Politics, Bisexual WWX, YLLZ WWX, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Pining WangXian, Parent-Child Relationship, Getting Together, Protective Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect, MXY Lives) Wwx is intersex (author tried to base it on the real world condition, not omegaverse that uses the term erroneously) & a misunderstanding combined with their own insecurities leads both parties to think they accidentally took advantage of each other (it was consentual), an inefficient mailing system causes things not to be resolved in a timely manner. Also tons of worldbuilding & unrelated political intrigue. Wens live

15B)

a light hidden and singing by occultings (microcomets) (E, 48k, wangxian, arranged marriage, pining, getting together, slow burn, misunderstandings, miscommunication, blood & injury, happy ending, smut)

forever is home (with you) by moonsteps (T, 23k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Intimacy, Sharing a Bed, Strangers to Lovers, the inherent romance of the forehead ribbon)

Lead Me On Through by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 54k, wangxian, Alternate Universe, Arranged Marriage, Practice Kissing, practice other things, horny boys in love, questionable logic, Questionable Choices, they’re dumb but cute, but dumb, but really cute, slight knives, Happy Ending)

seldom all they seem by Fahye (E, 25k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, or rather Arranged Betrothal, followed by Weapons-Grade Thirst)

sweet chaos by eachandeverydimension (G, 86k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Romance, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Different First Meeting, Qīnghéng-jūn’s A+ Parenting, Night Hunts, Chinese Language, Good Sibling LXC, Good Sibling JYL, POV LWJ, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Chinese Culture, Slow Burn, No Homophobia AU)

the river and the sea by sasamelons (T, 7k, WangXian, Soulmates, Arranged Marriage, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Mutual Pining)

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16. hello! do you happen to know any fics where someone hurts/smth happens to lan wangji and lan xichen goes apeshit?

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17. Hi! I was wondering if anyone had any recs with modern au's in which the Wens were wwx's foster family before he moved with the Jiangs? Thx <3

Train Rides Change Everything by Seriana (E, 403k, WIP, WangXian, NHS/WX, JC/NMJ, JYL/LXC, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Mpreg, Abusive Jiang Family, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Slut Shaming, Fluff and Angst, Unplanned Pregnancy, Abusive YZY, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, Beta JC, Omega JYL, Modern Era, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Beta NHS, WC Being an Asshole, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Misunderstandings, Mating Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Scenting, Scent Marking, Slow Burn, Forced Marriage, First Time, Forced Bitching - Omegaverse, Alpha WX, Minor Character Death, Murder, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Kidnapping, drug overdose, Sexual Tension, Omega JC) Its not a big part of the story but it's there!

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫 ✯ 𝐎.𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚

"𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙄'𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚"

PAIRING. Miya Osamu x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, unrequited love, rebound relationship

Osamu and Y/N, both recovering from serious breakups, find solace in a casual fling. Yet, emotions soon diverge. Osamu yearns for something deeper, while Y/N hesitates to leave the pain behind

WC. 4.0k

A/N. My one shots are getting longer and I hope my writing is better lol. This one isn't really a sad ending its like bittersweet, its sad for Osamu but alright for reader. Was going to write a smut for this I was going to continue it as something longer but wtv. Reader is a red flag in this but so is Osamu. Makes more sense if you watched 500 days of summer.

Ib: 500 days of summer

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Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

The night was alive with the flickering neon lights of the city as Y/N found herself at a dimly lit bar, trying to escape the suffocating weight of her broken engagement. She nursed a cocktail, her fingers tracing the edge of the glass absently. She needed a distraction, something to numb the pain and fill the void.

Across the bar, a man caught her eye. He looked familiar, like someone she had seen in passing but never really noticed. His grey hair was casually tousled, and he had an air of quiet confidence about him. As if feeling her gaze, he turned and their eyes locked for a moment before he smiled, beckoning her over with a slight nod.

Curiosity mingled with her vulnerability, and Y/N found herself drawn to him. She approached cautiously, unsure of what this encounter might lead to.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, gesturing to the empty seat beside her.

"Sure," Y/N replied, attempting to sound nonchalant despite the turmoil inside her.

"I'm Osamu," he introduced himself, extending a hand.

"Y/N," she responded, shaking his hand.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for years. Osamu had a calming presence, and Y/N felt her worries fading away as laughter filled the air. They shared stories about their lives, their past relationships, and their dreams for the future.

"I got out of a long-term relationship not too long ago," Osamu admitted, his eyes searching Y/N's for a reaction.

She nodded understandingly, finding comfort in the fact that he could relate to her current situation. "I just ended my engagement," she confessed, feeling a knot forming in her stomach as the words left her lips.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Osamu said, genuine empathy in his voice. "Sometimes, life takes unexpected turns, and we find ourselves on paths we never imagined."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to push away the pain. "Yeah, that's true."

As the night wore on, their connection grew stronger, and they found themselves lost in each other's company. Eventually, Osamu leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he whispered, "What if we become each other's rebound? Just for tonight, to forget the past and enjoy the moment?"

The proposition hung in the air, tempting and dangerous all at once. Y/N knew it was a risky move, but she couldn't deny the allure of escaping into a temporary fling with a man who seemed to understand her pain.

Part of her wanted to say no, to take the safe path and avoid more heartache. But another part of her, a part clouded by grief and longing, yearned for the connection that Osamu offered.

As Y/N stood outside the bar, her heart was torn between caution and desire. She knew the risks involved in getting into a rebound with Osamu, the handsome stranger who seemed to be the perfect escape from her shattered engagement. The logical part of her mind screamed warnings, reminding her of the inevitable heartbreak that would follow. But her emotions were in turmoil, craving a distraction from the pain that seemed to engulf her.

She had been through so much in the past few days, and the idea of being wanted, even if only for a fleeting moment, was like a lifeline. Osamu's presence felt like a temporary respite, a reprieve from the reality of her failed relationship. The allure of forgetting her troubles, at least for a night, pulled her towards him like a magnetic force.

But somewhere deep within her, a voice whispered, urging her to be cautious, to protect her already fragile heart. She had seen friends fall into rebounds before, and the aftermath was never pretty. It was like pouring salt into an open wound, exacerbating the pain she was trying so desperately to numb.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she weighed the consequences. She knew that getting into Osamu's car would be like stepping into the unknown, willingly subjecting herself to an emotional rollercoaster with no guarantee of a happy ending. But at that moment, it felt like the only way to escape her reality.

Her thoughts swirled like a tempest, and she battled the conflicting emotions raging within her. "What am I doing?" she asked herself silently. She knew that deep down, she deserved more than just a rebound, more than being a fleeting distraction in someone else's life. But her heart ached for connection, for warmth, for the feeling of being desired and cared for.

In that moment, Y/N made a decision, one that she knew might lead to heartbreak but was also a desperate attempt to find a moment of solace amidst the chaos. She stepped forward, walking towards Osamu, who awaited her with a gentle smile. "Let's do it," she said, her voice betraying both trepidation and determination.

Osamu's face lit up with a mix of surprise and excitement, but he respected the vulnerability in her eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked, giving her one last chance to back out.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the safe haven of the bar. But then, she met Osamu's gaze, and something in his eyes reassured her. He had his own share of scars, and maybe they could find solace in each other, however temporary it might be.

"Yes," she said finally, taking his hand and letting him lead her to his car.

A crooked smile appeared on Osamu's face, and he took her hand, leading her out of the bar. They walked to a nearby parking lot, where his car was parked. The city lights danced on the sleek black exterior as he opened the passenger door for her, a gesture that felt strangely intimate.

As they drove through the city streets, the reality of her decision sank in, and Y/N's heart fluttered with a mix of anticipation and fear. She knew this would be a bittersweet journey, one that she would remember for a lifetime. But right now, she just wanted to lose herself in the moment, to forget about the pain and uncertainty that loomed ahead.

"You know, Osamu," she began, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. "I want to be upfront with you. I just got out of an engagement, and I'm not looking for anything serious right now."

Osamu's expression softened, placing his hand on hers. "I understand," he said gently. "I'm not looking to rush into anything either. Let's just take things as they come, no pressure."

Relief washed over Y/N as she realized that Osamu was on the same page. She didn't want to close herself off to the possibility of connection, but she needed time to heal and find herself again.

The night was a blur of laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances, all tinged with the knowledge that this was temporary. They leaned into each other's touch, their lips meeting in the dark, searching for a connection that would fill the void in their hearts.

Over the next few weeks, they fell into an easy rhythm, enjoying each other's company without the burden of expectations. Y/N felt herself opening up to Osamu, sharing pieces of herself that she had kept hidden for years. But she couldn't help but notice that he sometimes withdrew, his eyes clouded with memories of his past relationship.

As the days turned into weeks, Osamu found himself growing more attached to Y/N. He couldn't help but be drawn to her warmth and vulnerability, which reminded him of his ex-girlfriend. His past relationship had left a profound impact on him, and he carried the weight of his codependence and idealization into this new connection.

In his mind, Osamu began to create a fantasy about their future together. He imagined them as a perfect couple, deeply in love and sharing a life filled with joy and happiness. But he didn't realize that he was projecting his own desires onto Y/N, assuming that she would eventually change her mind and want the same things.

Even though Y/N had been upfront about not wanting anything serious, Osamu convinced himself that she would eventually see how wonderful they could be together. He believed that if he showed her enough love and commitment, she would want to be in a serious relationship with him.

But the more he pushed his expectations onto Y/N, the more he felt the strain of the situation. He knew that he was putting pressure on her, and that it wasn't fair to either of them. He tried to suppress his anxieties, but his whole mental state became centered around the idea of being with her, and he couldn't help but feel a constant sense of unease.

Y/N, on the other hand, was trying her best to be understanding and patient with Osamu. But she also knew that she couldn't give him what he wanted, and she felt guilty for not being able to reciprocate his feelings fully.

Their once easy companionship began to feel strained as Osamu's expectations weighed heavily on their interactions. He would bring up the future they could have together, and while Y/N appreciated his affection, she also felt overwhelmed by the pressure.

Y/N had always been fiercely independent and never one to shy away from her desires. After the whirlwind of her last serious relationship, she made a vow to herself that she would focus on her own growth and happiness. She didn't want anything serious, at least not for now.

When Y/N met Osamu, she was immediately drawn to his warmth and charm. He was caring and attentive, and she enjoyed the easy companionship they shared. But as their connection deepened, she could sense that Osamu wanted something more than what she was ready to give.

Their dates were filled with laughter and affection, but Y/N kept a part of herself guarded, afraid of letting anyone too close. She had built walls around her heart, shielding it from the pain she had experienced before. And even though Osamu tried to chip away at those walls with every sweet gesture and kind word, she couldn't bring herself to fully let go.

Osamu, on the other hand, was eager to find someone to share his life with again. He had gone through his own heartbreak in the past, but he believed that Y/N was different, worth the risk of vulnerability. He saw potential in their relationship, and it scared him how much he cared for her, knowing that she might not be willing to meet him at the same emotional level.

One evening, as they strolled along the beach under a sky painted with stars, Osamu gently broached the subject that had been tugging at his heart for some time. "Y/N, I want to be honest with you. I'm falling for you, and I want something serious, something real. But I sense that you might not be in the same place right now."

Y/N's heart sank, knowing that he was right. She cared for Osamu deeply, but she was emotionally unavailable, unable to give him what he deserved. She looked down at the sand beneath her feet, unsure of how to respond without hurting him.

"I appreciate your honesty, Osamu," she said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "You mean a lot to me, and I enjoy being with you. But I'm not ready for anything serious. I hope you understand."

The air around them felt heavy with tension as Y/N and Osamu sat facing each other. Y/N took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, knowing that what she was about to say might hurt Osamu even more.

"I never wanted anything serious," she began, her voice soft but firm. "From the beginning, I was clear about it. I didn't want to jump into a committed relationship."

Osamu's face contorted with confusion and frustration. "But you gave me mixed signals," he protested. "You acted like you cared about me, like we had something special."

Y/N nodded, understanding his confusion but needing to clarify her position. "I do care about you, Osamu. You're a wonderful person, and I enjoyed our time together. But I thought we were on the same page – having fun, enjoying each other's company without any pressure for a serious commitment."

Osamu shook his head, feeling a knot forming in his stomach. "I thought I could handle that at first, but the more time we spent together, the more I realized I wanted more. I wanted us to be exclusive, to build something real."

"I'm sorry," Y/N said, her voice tinged with regret. "I should have been clearer about my intentions from the start. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Osamu ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his gestures. "I just don't understand why you wouldn't want something more with me. We have a great connection, and I care about you so much."

"I care about you too," Y/N replied sincerely. "But I'm just not in the right place for a serious relationship right now. I need time to focus on myself, to heal from my past, and to figure out what I truly want."

Osamu's eyes bore into hers, searching for answers that she couldn't give. "So, what? You never saw a future with us?"

Y/N hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I never said that. I just couldn't see it at this point in my life. And I didn't want to lead you on or make promises I couldn't keep."

Osamu leaned back, his frustration giving way to a sense of resignation. "I guess I just hoped you would change your mind, that we could work through it together."

Y/N reached out and placed a gentle hand on his. "Osamu, I understand that this is difficult for you, and I'm truly sorry for any pain I've caused. But I can't change how I feel or what I'm ready for."

He sighed, pulling his hand away. "I thought I could convince you, that if I showed you how much I cared, you'd want to be with me too."

"It's not about convincing," Y/N said softly. "Feelings aren't something you can negotiate or persuade. They're either there or they're not."

Osamu looked down at the floor, trying to process her words. "I guess I just thought that if we had something good, it would naturally lead to more."

Y/N nodded, understanding his perspective. "But sometimes, two people can be great together and still not want the same things."

A heavy silence settled between them, filled with the weight of unspoken emotions. Y/N knew that she had to stand her ground, even if it hurt both of them. She couldn't compromise her own emotional well-being to appease someone else's desires.

"I think it's best if we take some space," Osamu finally said, his voice tinged with sadness. "I need time to process all of this."

Y/N nodded in agreement, knowing that it was the right decision. "I understand. Take all the time you need."

As they parted ways that day, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow. She never wanted to hurt Osamu, but she also knew that she couldn't force herself into something she wasn't ready for.

The air between Y/N and Osamu felt heavy with unspoken emotions as they sat in the dimly lit café. The tension between them had been building for weeks, and it was now impossible to ignore. Their once vibrant connection had started to fade, replaced by arguments and emotional discussions that seemed to lead nowhere.

Osamu struggled to make sense of Y/N's mixed signals and her reluctance to commit. He felt distant from her, as if the person he had grown close to was slipping through his fingers. He loved her deeply, but her refusal to define their relationship left him feeling lost and confused.

As the café chatter buzzed around them, Y/N finally spoke up, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Osamu, I care about you, but I can't give you what you want. I'm not ready for a serious commitment, and I don't see a future for us beyond what we have now."

His heart sank, and he felt a lump forming in his throat. He had hoped that Y/N would eventually change her mind, that she would see how much they could have together. But now, reality crashed down on him like a tidal wave.

"Why? Why can't you give us a chance?" he asked, trying to keep the hurt from his voice.

Y/N looked down at the table, her gaze avoiding his. "It's not that I don't care about you, Osamu. But I need time to figure things out for myself. I don't want to rush into something I'm not ready for, and I can't promise you something I can't deliver."

Osamu struggled to hold back tears, feeling a mix of frustration and heartbreak. "I just don't understand," he whispered. "We have something special, don't we?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes shimmering with tears. "Yes, we do. But that doesn't mean I can give you what you want. I don't want to hurt you, but I can't change how I feel."

As the days passed, the strain on their relationship became unbearable. They tried to salvage what they had, but it was clear that they wanted different things. Arguments and emotional discussions became a recurring pattern, leaving both of them feeling drained and distant.

Osamu couldn't help but cling to the idealized version of Y/N that he had created in his mind. He believed that if he just held on a little longer, she would see how perfect they could be together. But deep down, he knew that he was holding onto an illusion that didn't match the reality of their situation.

One evening, after another emotional argument, Osamu finally mustered the courage to face the truth. He realized that he couldn't force Y/N to love him the way he loved her. He deserved someone who reciprocated his feelings fully, someone who wanted the same things he did.

With a heavy heart, Osamu met Y/N one last time to end things. He felt a mix of sadness and relief, knowing that it was the right decision, even if it broke his heart.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "But I can't keep holding onto something that isn't there. I need to let go and find someone who wants the same things as I do."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears, and she reached out to hold his hand. "I'm so sorry, Osamu," she whispered. "I never wanted to hurt you."

Osamu nodded, trying to hold back his own tears. "I know. And I don't blame you. We both deserve to find happiness, even if it's not with each other."

Despite the pain, Y/N and Osamu decided to stay apart for some time, giving each other the space they needed to heal and grow. But as days turned into weeks, Y/N found herself seeking him out again and again, unable to resist the familiar comfort and affection they once shared.

Each time, they would come together, seeking solace in the moment. But as the sun rose, Y/N would pull away once more, reminding herself of her own emotional unavailability. It was a cycle of comfort and heartbreak that seemed to repeat endlessly.

Osamu, too, struggled to resist the pull of their connection. He understood that he needed to move on, but he couldn't help but hold onto hope that one day, Y/N would change her mind.

The weight of the situation had become unbearable for Y/N. She couldn't continue the cycle of comfort and heartbreak any longer. She knew that for both their sakes, it was time to confront the reality of their situation and put an end to the uncertainty.

One evening, as they sat together in a quiet park, the words she had been holding back for so long finally surfaced. The air was heavy with the weight of their unspoken emotions, and Y/N took a deep breath before speaking.

"Osamu, we need to talk," she began, her voice steady but tinged with sadness.

He looked at her, his eyes searching for answers he feared he already knew. "What is it, Y/N?" he asked, his heart sinking.

"I can't do this anymore," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. "I can't keep going back and forth, giving you hope when I know deep down that I can't give you what you want."

"I can't bear the thought of losing you," Osamu pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "I know it's complicated, but can't we at least try to make this work? I'm willing to wait, to give you all the time you need."

Y/N's heart ached at the desperation in his eyes, but she knew she had to stay true to herself. She couldn't keep giving him false hope or pretend that a real relationship would ever be possible.

"Osamu, I care about you deeply," she said gently, her voice trembling with sadness. "But I've been honest from the beginning. I don't want anything serious, and I don't see a future for us beyond what we have now."

He looked down, unable to hide the pain in his eyes. "So, that's it then? We just go back to being friends like nothing happened?"

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she reached out to touch his hand, offering him a small, sad smile. "You're still special to me, no matter what," she said softly. "But I can't give you what you want, and I won't keep stringing you along."

Osamu's heart felt like it was being ripped apart. He had hoped against hope that she would change her mind, that she would see how much they could have together. But now, he felt like he had hit a dead-end.

"I don't know if I can do this," he admitted, his voice filled with defeat. "It hurts too much to be just friends."

Y/N nodded, her own heart breaking for him. "I understand," she whispered. "I won't force you to stay, but I hope you know that I'll always cherish the time we spent together."

He looked up at her, his eyes searching for answers that he knew she couldn't give. "I just don't know how to let go," he said, his voice trembling with raw emotion.

Y/N's heart ached at the pain in his voice, and she wished she could take away his suffering. But she also knew that she couldn't be the one to fix him or to give him what he needed.

"You're still my best friend," she said gently, her voice filled with compassion.

With a heavy heart, Osamu finally mustered the strength to get up and leave. Y/N watched him walk away, feeling a mix of sadness and relief. She knew that she had made the right decision, painful as it was.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the city, Y/N and Osamu exchanged one last heartfelt smile. Their paths had diverged, leading them to different destinations in life, but the bittersweet beauty of their shared memories lingered in the air, a reminder of a connection that had once been, and the unspoken "what ifs" that danced in the fading light.

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