#whump triangle

[hereissomething]

ah yes, the toxic hate triangle

[cutter-kirby]

actually I’m obsessed with gravity falls malevolent crossover. like for a variety of reasons but I think it’s extremely funny that both ford and arthur (both very aromantic to me) manage to garner so much homoerotic tension from both normal repressed men (fiddleford, oscar) and also from The Creature (bill, kayne… the list goes on for artie)

[sullyywrites]

Attention Readers:

Are you looking for a fantasy book to read with the found family trope?

- Do you love world building, epic adventures, and magic?

- Do you like relatable stories with mature themes?

- Do you love tropes like friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, whump, multiple point of views, pirates, love triangles, and hurt comfort?

- Do you love books like Six of Crows, Throne of Glass, and The Cruel Prince?

If you love all of those things, check out my fantasy novel, The Queen of Golden Flame! It is a completed book I’ve been working on for the past four years and love dearly. If you find yourself interested in all of the things above, please check it out in the link below! Would love to hear some feedback!🩷

[popcorn-plots]

Medwhump Day 1 (finally lmao): under anesthesia

Summary: Years after Tony finds the cure and watches the man he loves marry the Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen decides to get the Reactor out. Tony and Wong watch him go under. Wong, stoic as always, doesn't say a word and Tony deals with his thoughts.

[Set in the Master Stark AU, where Tony Stark is a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and a Master of the Mystic Arts. He also ruined his hands in a lab accident. Stephen only became a Master because he was so bored at Kamar-Taj waiting for Tony to create Badassium that he read nearly every book in the Kamar-Taj library, tagged along for a few classes, and became a Master around the same time Tony did. Fate says Tony and Stephen end up together, but Stephen has other plans. Tony falls in love with Stephen, Stephen falls in love with Wong and they get married. Tony and Stephen still remain friends, despite the unrequited love triangle that Stephen does not know about. Because he's an idiot and so is Tony.]

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Today was the day. Stephen wasn't allowed to eat for the last 24 hours and, in solidarity, both Wong and Tony shared his fast. Now, he was scrubbing up for surgery -- as the patient, rather than the surgeon.

Tony stood outside the operating room. Stephen lay there, his legs and waist covered in a surgical drape, his head supported by the table, his arms spread out.

Stephen glanced at Tony, giving him a small smile and a thumbs up. Tony snorted, glancing away as the anesthesiologist fit the mask over Stephen's face.

Slowly, Stephen's eyes slipped closed as his breathing evened and his body relaxed. Tony folded his arms, clenching his fists. He grimaced slightly at the wave of pain from the action but didn't stop.

Wong glanced at him, but didn't say anything. He turned back to the doctors, watching them silently as they hooked Stephen up to various machines.

Tony turned away. He figured Wong would want some space with his husband in the last few seconds before he went under. Tony left the room and blinked away a tear, glancing at the wedding ring on Wong's finger.

Walking away, he couldn't help but feel like he belonged with Stephen. He wasn't a jealous man -- but sometimes... he wished things were different.

[poughkeepsies]

RAKUTEN VIKI RELEASED ALL 81 EPISODES OF JUMONG MY TIME HAS COME

[the-bar-sinister]

"People mostly write and read very character driven, specific ship focused fic, because what most people want out of fanfiction is to focus on the romance between characters they're not getting in canon so they can soak in the vibes."

Yes, absolutely. And thank hell for all the authors who write character-driven, ship focused fic for us to soak in the vibes to.

But also…

thank hell for all the authors who write angst, whump, and hurt no comfort, for us to luxuriate in blorbo's hurt and pain and cry or cackle.

thank hell for all the authors who write cheating, love triangles and affairs for us to consume large quantities of popcorn to and yell 'oh no, they didn't'.

thank hell for all the authors who write case fic, mission fic, and intricate, plot-driven stories to replicate the feel of canon, when canon has stopped or gone wrong.

thank hell for all the authors who write 'fix it' fics when canon has betrayed us with bad vibes, plot holes and deaths.

thank hell for all the authors who write poly ships when what we need is just for everyone to get along and screw instead of screw up.

thank hell for all the authors who write gen fic when we're not interested in romance.

thank hell for all the authors in fandom, and all the wonderful, different kinds of fanfiction they write for us.

[andtheny]

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2024 Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who joined in this year; there was a total of 236 fics this year which is a great result! Remember to kudo and comment where you can and show our authors some love ♥

Day 1 | Angst with Happy Ending Day 2 | Idiots in Love Day 3 | Friends to Lovers Day 4 | Hurt/Comfort Day 5 | Touch-Starved Day 6 | Canon Divergent Day 7 | Bed Sharing Day 8 | Fake Married for a Case Day 9 | Empty Rescue Day 10 | Wing Fic Day 11 | Enemies to Lovers Day 12 | Fake Dating Day 13 | Case Fic Day 14 | Soulmates Day 15 | Witch Magic or Curses Day 16 | Secret Relationship Day 17 | Roommates Day 18 | Amnesia Day 19 | Two-Person Love Triangle Day 20 | Canon Compliant Day 21 | Cowboy!AU/Ranch Day 22 | Omegaverse Day 23 | Established Relationship Day 24 | Fluff Day 25 | Firsts Day 26 | BDSM Day 27 | Single parent AU Day 28 | Coffee Shop AU Day 29 | Murder Husbands Day 30 | Whump Day 31 | Cabin Fic

[hils79]

Hils Watches Tibetan Sea Flower - Ep 1

Yeah, sorry to The Spirealm but I've been very upfront about my intention to drop everything as soon as Tibetan Sea Flower came out.

I wasn't expecting it to drop overnight while I was asleep with zero warning but here we are. The DMBJ fandom is the embodiment of chaos and that extends to the way they release things too.

Also apologies to Choi San. I was going to gif you today but, well, see the above.

Apparently the official English title for this is Adventures Behind the Bronze Door but we've all been calling it Tibetan Sea Flower forever and that's also the title of the novella so I'm using that for my liveblogs. I'll use both titles in the tags.

Right, I've rambled enough. I'm going in.

Oh, god, I'm not ready.

Okay, first of all OMG LOOK AT HIS CUTE LITTLE FACE! But, also, I love that this flashback has him still looking older than he does in the retirement era movies

I mean he is not a skilled tomb raider, this is true. That doesn't stop him from trying though

Wait, that's the baby triangle! Are you telling me a 27 year old and a 44 year old are playing a character at the same age? I know I shouldn't expect logic from DMBJ but come on

Wait, is this a completely different actor? At first I thought they'd just used special effects to make Zhang Luyi look younger but I don't think that's actually him at all

Aww it's nice to see Wang Bowen back too. I do enjoy his Pangzi

Okay, but why is Young Pangzi being played by the same person who played retirement age Pangzi in the movies. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE!

I don't know who this is because the drama doesn't even had a MDL page yet but I like him. He's a good baby Wu Xie. Look at his little face when Pangzi says they need to go and see if Xiaoge is still alive or not

There's our special boy!

Starting with the whump early. Love to see it.

Only 20 mins into the first episode and Pangzi is crying because he thinks he found Xiaoge's body. I'm fine. This is fine.

FFS I know he's not dead and this is still devastating

Take a drink! It's the standard DMBJ hallucination!

Oh, not even that! It was all a dream!

Bleeding himself to lower his heart rate enough to fake being dead is definitely a very Xiaoge thing to do

I guess that's one way of describing what happened

Is he...using his architecture skills to map out the Zhang ancestral home that he went to? IS HE DOING ACTUAL ARCHITECTURE?

And wipe out an entire family so it was safe for Xiaoge when he got out, but we don't need to mention that small detail

I do like that this one shot shows you how obsessed and unhinged Wu Xie was during the time Xiaoge was gone

AH HAH! Now he's Zhang Luyi!

SURPRISE JI XIAOBING XIAO HUA????

A NEW XIUXIU??? Everything happens so much!

Baby, do you know what franchise you're in?

So weird seeing Xiaoge without his hood

Well, that was a lot. And I still have another 2 episodes to watch. Good thing it's a bank holiday here today

[alienoresimagines]

In honor of reaching 1000 fics on the Clegan AO3 tag, here's a list of all the answers I got for "What tropes/hc would you like to see more of in Clegan fics?" 😊

1,000 fics is huuuge, and they're all so amazing so congrats to us 🥰 I'm proud to have contributed for 9 fics and hopefully many more in the future ❤️ But, as it is a huge number, it can be a bit daunting to write something that has never been written before, or that doesn't seem as popular. Is this story worth being written? Will people read it? The answer to these two questions is YES, ABSOLUTELY 🥹❤️ There will always be people to read the fics you write, even if it's a trope/storyline you haven't seen before 🥹 Write that story! Create that AU! Launch a new rarepair! 💕

Things you'd like to see more of in Clegan fics :

Ideas and HCs :

Fics set in Flight School

More friendships between the Buckies and the other guys (i.e. Gale and Rosie)

Competent!Gale

Romantic clichés

(Pathetic) Love triangles

Gale Whump

Gale's guilt at leaving John behind during the march and John comforting him

Gale breaking down/John taking care of him

Exploration of the Buckies navigating the return to civilian life with unhealthy coping mechanisms and PTSD, but slowly healing together and realizing that as long as they have the other, everything is worth it

Post-war fluff

The Buckies adopting/taking care of a child post-war

Smut where one of them is inexperienced and the other guides/teaches him

Mentions of bodyhair during smut, especially for Gale

AUs :

College AU

Coffeeshop AU

Tropes :

Enemies to Lovers Trope

Only One Bed Trope

Mutual pining

I hope it can inspire some writers to write the stories they've always thought about but have never written because they thought nobody would be interested, or merely inspire someone looking for an idea 🥰

My askbox is always open if you want to send more of these, I'll update the list asap ❤️ Check the reblogs for edit!

What are some tropes/hc you'd like to see more of in Clegan fics?

[nivasichakano]

✶ BG3 Fic Roundup ✶

Here's a rundown of my BG3 stories on AO3:

Driven: My current, ongoing Bloodweave modern AU where Gale and Astarion are rival Formula 1 drivers who get paired up on the same team. Read if you like: bloodweave :), angst, enemies to friends, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, Formula 1 Hustle: A completed Bloodweave fic set in a modern magic AU, where Gale and Astarion are rival YouTubers and (unbeknownst to Astarion) also internet besties on the subreddit r/galehaters.

Read if you like: bloodweave :), internet troll Astarion, cringegale, professor Gale, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, humor, eventual smut, eventual fluff

What Friends Are For: A completed Bloodweave fic that sees a post-game Gale going through a difficult divorce and an Astarion who's reluctantly agreed to keep an eye on him.

Read if you like: bloodweave :) , ADHDAstarion, sweet Gale but also a bit naughty Gale, humor, light smut, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff

Hiraeth: A completed isekai long fic about Kish, a BG3 player who gets sucked into the events of the game. As she meets all the characters she knows so well, she finds herself in the middle of a complicated triangle involving a wizard and a vampire — and learns that this might not be the first time she's been in Baldur's Gate.

Read if you like: soft Astarion, traditional fantasy, romance, angst, fluff, humor, bittersweet endings

Bring Me To Heal: A completed medium-length fic that follows Fiain, a widow of the Battle of Baldur's Gate, and the irritating vampire who keeps seducing his clients in her tavern.

Read if you like: little shit Astarion, humor, hurt/comfort, angst, a bit of whump and trauma, fluff, tooth-rottingly happy endings

[i-eat-worlds]

Starcross Chapter 3

Let’s meet our mystery human!

Content: living weapon whump, discussion of suicide and suicide ideation, nsx biting, panic attack, conditioned whumpee, fear of punishment, fear of murder

Free Space, AFS Starcross, 4/5/4763

The weapon was laying down.

This, in itself, was not a rare occurrence. But something was different.

Everything was louder, both the hum of the levitators and the rumble of the engine. The room was much warmer, and it smelled less…industrial. There was something stuck to its back, covering the implants, and something else wrapped around its ankle. It was weird. It didn’t feel like a Yeran facility.

An oppressive feeling settled over it as it remembered what was going to happen. The weapon had failed. It was dysfunctional. Broken. Useless.

The weapon was going to be decommissioned. It was going to die.

No.

No.

Weapons couldn’t die.

It was going to be decommissioned.

The thought made it feel nauseous and dizzy. Its heart was pounding in its ears and it wanted to cry. Weapons didn’t cry. It knew that. It knew that. It knew that.

A sob fell out of its mouth, and it immediately flinched back. The weapon knew its place, and it knew the rules.

Did they even matter anymore? If it was going to…

The rules were the only thing that mattered. The only thing. The weapon felt a presence beside it. Fear filled it, even though weapons weren’t allowed to be scared.

It didn’t want this.

It didn’t want to die.

The presence said something that it couldn’t understand, and anger flared in it. They were going to kill it and it didn’t want that. No matter how much it was supposed to.

It didn’t want to die.

The presence reached out towards it, and it realized that they’d made a fatal mistake. The weapon was only being held down with a single strap. And this time, there was nothing else keeping it in place. It had nothing to live for, no future.

Rage surged through it, energizing its limbs, and it surged forwards. The levitators pulsed as it lashed out, grabbing their arm and yanking it towards them. It tore the strap away, throwing itself at whoever had been standing next to them.

They were screaming, trying to fight back, but the weapon was faster and stronger and easily overwhelmed them. Its vision was red as it sunk its teeth into their upper arm, blood filling its mouth. Rage pounded through it, hot as lava, and it was intoxicating.

Suddenly, the world snapped into focus. Dread built at it fully dawned on it what it’d done. It’d hurt a superior. Such behavior was unthinkable!

It immediately scampered backwards, pulling its tired body off the person it’d tackled. They had light blue skin, and were covered in triangle shaped tattoos from head to toe. The weapon had never seen anyone like that working for Yera before.

The person moved their hand over the bite wound on their arm, pressing down to try and stop the blood pouring from the wound. Their face was twisted in pain, and the weapon shrunk back further.

What had it done?

They mumbled something that it didn’t understand but which was likely a string of curses, and it quickly swallowed the bile that rose in its throat.

It was so, so fucked.

The person slowly stood up, keeping their eyes fixed on it. Their assessing gaze moved over it, eyes narrowing. It curled in on itself further, panic still coursing through its veins.

Suddenly, a jolt shot through it. Oh. Oh-no. How could the weapon had forgotten? It was being a cowardly bitch again. They didn’t like that. They didn’t like that. Tearfully, it maneuvered its tired body into a kneeling position and held its wrists out, ankle protesting as they shifted their weight onto it.

Hopefully they would at least kill it quickly, but that ship had likely already flown off.

How could it’ve been so stupid?

They sighed, scrubbing their face. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Their Yeran was accented in a way the weapon had never heard before.

It flinched back, not even processing the statement, then offered its wrists to them, stretching its arms out. “Unit KM-4682 is sorry, sir. It knows its actions are inexcusable. It will accept any punishment you deem fit.” It hated the way its voice shook.

The person’s face softened, strangely, and the weapon wondered if it was a joke. Blood was still dripping down their arm, and it was an odd image. “I’m not going to punish you. I’m-” They pushed their hair back. “I’m not Yera. I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe now.”

For a second the weapon was completely silent. This had to be a lie, or a test, or a fucking hallucination. Weapons weren’t “safe.” It had just bit them! “Unit KM-4682 is sorry, sir. It knows its actions are inexcusable. It will accept any punishment you deem fit,” it tried again.

They shook their head. “That isn’t going to happen, I promise.” It looked at them unbelievingly. “I’m Ziar, she/her.” No rank. Weird. “I’m the…medical staff…on the ship. We’re not with Yera. We found you in stasis on a D&A’ed vessel and picked you up. I’m not going to hurt you.”

It nodded, mulling the story over in its mind.

The weapon had been…stolen? From Yera? That seemed unlikely. They were the greatest force the world had ever seen. Massive and unbreakable, almost awless. The weapon couldn’t have just been stolen, could it? Maybe this was another test, to evaluate the efficacy of its conditioning.

But it did feel different. They would’ve punished it immediately and severely for disobeying like that. The simulation would’ve ended and it would’ve been beaten and whipped within an inch of its life.

It froze, unsure what to do. What did…Ziar?…want from it? What did Yera want from it? Did it matter if they wanted it dead? Should it….should it….?

It didn’t want to die….but should it….do it anyway?

“How about we get you back up on the bed?” Her voice pulled it from its spiraling, cascading thoughts.

That was an order. Concrete. Solid. Easy to follow. The weapon stood up on unsteady legs, exhaustion lling its bones, and began to walk back over towards the bed. When its foot caught on the floor and it stumbled, she caught it, gently supporting it and helping it up.

It lets its wrists rest in its lap, posture sagging. The fabric of a gown crunched as it wilted, and the weapon realized they’d been dressed. Maybe this wasn’t Yera. Maybe it was…safe.

A feeling blossomed in its chest, like a bird taking flight, and the weapon tore it out of the sky and stomped on it. Such things were not for weapons. Not for things like it. It whimpered pathetically, tears starting to leak from its eyes.

“You can lay down, it’s alright.” Her voice was quiet and soft.

The weapon complied, slowly lowering itself down onto the bed. “Thank you, ma’am,” it mumbled.

She held up the restraint. “This is just to keep you from falling off the bed if there's turbulence. I’m not going to hurt you.”

It stayed perfectly still as she drew the strap over its hips, holding it snugly in place. The underside was padded, and it was more comfortable over its bruises. It could still feel the stasis drugs coursing in its system, no doubt at least partially responsible for the exhaustion that permeated it.

The weapon’s heart was still thundering in its chest as Ziar reattached to the monitors. She fiddled with some of the settings, and it heard the levitators start to hum. Just when the weapon thought she was done, she reached down to the end up the bed and pulled a blanket up over its legs.

It couldn’t help but jolt at the soft touch on its legs. The weapon hadn’t been permitted blankets in….well, it couldn’t remember how long.

“Just rest up, alright?” She smiled at it. The weapon kept its face still. It wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the room took on a dim red glow. Night cycle running lights. “I’ll be back in about an hour to check up on you. Try and get some sleep. You’re safe now.”

Ziar smiled again, then turned away, moving out of its line of sigh. It tried to ignore the sound of her rummaging through a drawer on the other side of the room.

The weapon had hurt her. And she was being so merciful to it, at least for now. As it closed its eyes and pretended to sleep, it wondered how long that would last.

Mercy and safety weren’t for things like it. Whatever strangeness this was, it would likely be gone by the morning, replaced by punishment and pain.

And the weapon would accept it. That was what it was made for.

Taglist: @whump-snob @whump-kia @itsoundslikeafury @blackberry-bloody @snakebites-and-ink

@whumpacabra @cepheusgalaxy @softvampirewhump @my-little-versaille @pigeonwhumps

@whumped-by-glitter @snaillamp @rainydaywhump @platysaurus @whumpy-daydreams

@whiskygoldwings @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @rainbowsandwhumperflies

[rmoonstoner]

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Jake Lockley x fem!spider reader

Miguel O'hara x fem!spider reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, possibility of people dying, mentions of depression, sexual themes, smut, whump, love triangle, love competition, warnings will change as the story develops.

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Summary:

You get bad news on your anniversary. Jake is moving away, and he ends the relationship. He does it to keep you safe, or so he says, but you know there's another woman. You don't know who it is. He had come home on too many occasions smelling like hard liquor, jasmine, and cinnamon, a scent you didn't wear. You would find hair on his dirty clothes in the wash bin that wasn't yours or his. Every time you confronted him, he said it was for his undercover job for some powerful guy, and he always had women in his cabs after the bars let out on nights he used his cab for stakeouts. Like was he supposed to refuse rides to paying customers? His excuse was his proximity to others, and he assured you he never strayed.

You didn't believe him.

That still didn't explain the suggestive stains in underwear he never wore around you, which you washed for him. It didn't explain why he would fuck off for days or weeks at a time, and he never would tell you where he went, or what he was doing. He never sent you texts, emails, or letters. He never checked in, and just showed up unannounced, fully expecting to be let back into your life without question.

And you let him, every Goddamn time, because, when he was actually around, he treated you so well. Like a Goddess. He lavished you with expensive gifts and took care of your basic necessities. He had paid for the house you lived in, and the car you drove. You let him, because you loved him.

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Chapter 1 - Empanada Gallega

Chapter 2 - Empanadas de Santa Rita

Chapter 3 - Empanadas Chilenas

Chapter 4 - A (18+) - Empanadas de Manzana

Chapter 4 - B (18+ mild) - Fast Food Dessert Type Empanadas

Chapter 5 - Pizza Rolls Global

Chapter 6 - Panades Belize

Chapter 7 (18+) - Empanadas de Cordero, Balearic Islands, Spain

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

(Yeah, I know it was just at 8, before, and I still haven't released chapter 4 yet... 👀 I just keep spiraling and writing more and more.)

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Special AU one-shot chapter for Kinktober 2023:

Doggy Style - 18+ Smut

Pairing:

Spider-Man 2099 Miguel O'Hara x Spider!Fem!Reader

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Beta Readers:

@einno-arko @theaussiedragon

Proof Readers:

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[katyawriteswhump]

the power of love part 2 (new steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part one here Also on AO3 (where it's tragically in need of some love *sobs*) Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Chapter Two

Steve POV

Steve blinks his eyes open. Fear lurches then fades. Leaning over him, kinda blurry, are… Robin? Munson!?! He’s at home. Lying on the couch in his parents’ living room, to be precise.

“Steve? You back with us?” Robin appears wild-eyed, spooked out. She’s holding a bloodied cloth over his bat bites, which stab like new again.

Steve presses the heel of his hand to his brow, disguising his pained whimper with a shaky, “Yeeeeah.”

“Phew! Not delirious? Only a bit woozy, huh?”

“You seriously still shitting yourself about rabies?”

“To be honest, no. That’s slithered so far down my list of things to lose my mind over, I’d forgotten. Trust me, he’s as likely to have it as you now.”

Eddie, who hovers at her shoulder, pokes out his tongue, kinda jokey. The rest of Eddie’s face is still slightly blood-smeared. Haunted. His hair is a mad mess, his bandana repurposed as a bandage about his elbow. Steve glances down his own aching body, which is damp, vaguely shivery. Near naked, in fact, with a towel tucked around his waist.

Oh yeah. He went for a swim, and then… 

“Shit! Are you seriously mopping my blood with Mom’s linen napkins?” Steve tries to push himself up, and flops back down, humiliatingly fast. On top of that, his head throbs—when does it not, these days? He makes a more concerted effort to sit, forcing himself through a wave of nausea and dizziness, then notices: “Shit, shit, SHIT! I’ve bled on the couch—this cost a thousand bucks!”

“I knew there was a reason Wayne avoided white faux leather,” says Eddie, as he and Robin share a look. “Oh, and a Munson never splashes less than fifteen-hundred bucks on soft furnishings.”

“You’re hilarious,” mutters Steve.

“Your Pops can chew my head off,” says Eddie. “Some of that blood is yours truly’s. I mean, I got got bad. Really bad. And theeeeen… I got better.” He narrows his eyes to inquisitorial slits, which bewilder Steve, given how rough he feels.

Robin lifts the ruined napkin. “You’re bleeding like before Wheeler first bandaged you up. It makes no sense.”

“Nothing’s made sense for about two and a half years,” Steve points out. Actually, scratch that. Little of his life has made much sense. “There’s a first aid kit in the kitchen, with proper bandages. Where did you think I got the Hibistat towelettes from? Didn’t you morons think to look?”

Robin hurries off. Eddie takes over holding the now thoroughly disgusting napkin over Steve’s bites. “Woah, he’s not lying,” she calls. “His parents keep an actual first aid kit with actual useful crap in it.”

“Yeah, in case you forgot in the last thirty seconds,” says Steve, “the Harrington family bleed.”

“It doesn’t even come out green,” Eddie says. “Totally destroys your ‘rich folk are aliens’ theory, Buckley.”

“Haha,” snarks Steve.

“This might take a minute,” calls Robin. “I had no idea there were so many sorts of dressings. We don’t want a triangle one, huh?”

Left alone, Eddie doesn’t seem able to look Steve in the eye. He’s giving off such awkward vibes that Steve takes pity, nudges Eddie’s hand away, holds the napkin himself.

“I guess this is where I thank you for saving my life,” says Eddie.

“From what I could gather from Dustin, you’d only gone and done the same for us. Not a hero? Total bull.”

“Those weren’t normal circumstances.” 

Eddie’s so squirmy, Steve flinches away too. He’s felt drawn to Eddie for some time. He likes the guy way more than he’d expected, finds he likes looking at him too, crazy rocker tresses and all, but… Jesus Christ! Talk about shitty timing.

It’s not the first time Steve’s been blindsided by a crush on a guy. Plus, he knows Eddie is queer; he’s one of the few other friends that Robin’s lately ‘come out’ to. However, Steve’s simply not gotten the energy to figure out if the weird fizzle of chemistry he feels is all in his head. What he really wants is to stagger upstairs to bed and sleep for a week. No time for that, though. He groans, threads the fingers of his free hand through his damp hair.

 “We need to take advantage of this earthquake chaos. Get you outta town right now before somebody comes looking.”

“Yeah. I figured as much.” Eddie sighs hard. “No more facing down ferocious monsters. I return to being Eddie the Banished.”

“Not much choice, man. Look, we can bring bedding, whatever supplies we need from here. Take one of Dad’s cars and find a place to lay low till we know what’s happening and what the next plan of attack is.”

“You were worried about the couch and now you’re suggesting we jack your Pop’s wheels?”

“I don’t give a crap about the furniture—it was a dumb knee jerk reaction. I mean, things change. People change. Last time I looked, we weren’t exactly bestest buds.”

Now we’re off saving each other’s lives.

A loud crash from the kitchen slices between them. “Sorry!” yells Robin. “Kinda dropped… everything.”

“Need some help there, Rob?” Steve tries to push himself to his feet. His head rush is instant and epic; his vision blacks out, nearly taking his entire consciousness with it.

“Easy, easy!” Eddie’s arms are around him, clumsily guiding him back down. Steve whimpers before he can stop himself; his stomach churns and he feels painfully sick. Eddie wedges a cushion beneath Steve’s head, presses the cloth back to Steve’s bleeding side. “Robin’s right. You need those injuries looked at. I go alone.”

“No.” Steve snatches a shaky breath. “Way I see it, we’re both deep in the shit."

“I’m the one with the murder rap snapping at my butt, Harrington.”

“And I’m the one who’s been harbouring a known fugitive, stealing Winnebagos, and Christ knows what else. Crap, I bet they’ll blame me for Nance’s sawn-off shotgun. While the rest of those underage brats get off light, I’ll be dragged to jail as sure as you.”

“Your daddy can afford a lawyer, man.” At least Eddie’s looking at Steve now. His words still feel like a punch in Steve’s already bleeding gut—with those knuckle dusters that’d gotten lost somewhere on the ride.

Steve retaliates with as daggers a glare as he can conjure: “You wanna thank me for saving your life, Munson? Then stop trying to ditch me.”

Part 3

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tags: @estrellami-1 (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, I would probably cry... in a good way, honest! Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :)

[eldritch-ambrosia]

WIP Ask Game

I've seen a few posts like this and wanted to give it a try!

Here's are the titles/brief ideas for my current wip Merlin fics. If you're interested, feel free to ask about the one that intrigues you the most and I'll post a snippet or say something about it!

The Wedding Knight (Merwaine, Explicit)

secret relationship rumors (Merthur)

pwp, Your Eyes Glow Ch 2 (Merthur, Mature/Explicit)

carving wooden dragons as gifts (Mercelot)

arthur returns after five years (Merwenthur)

whump, love triangle, Waiting on You Ch 6 (Merthur)

Rival Princes AU (Merthur)

Cowboy Gang AU (Merwaine)

pwp in the rain/temple, Eye of the Storm (Merthur)

Artist/Secret Wealthy Patron AU (Merthur, Explicit)

ygraine is summoned

searching for Emerys (Merthur)

[eirenical]

Let No One Be Forgotten (4,951 words) by eirenical for @fixaidea

Summary:

Ten years ago, an accident left Wu Xie in a coma from which he has not yet awoken. With their Triangle too long broken, Pangzi and Xiaoge are willing to do anything, to sacrifice anything, to get him back.

“A picnic. Picture a forest, a country road, a meadow. Cars drive off the country road into the meadow, a group of young people get out carrying bottles, baskets of food, transistor radios, and cameras. They light fires, pitch tents, turn on the music. In the morning they leave. The animals, birds, and insects that watched in horror through the long night creep out from their hiding places. And what do they see? Old spark plugs and old filters strewn around... Rags, burnt-out bulbs, and a monkey wrench left behind... And of course, the usual mess—apple cores, candy wrappers, charred remains of the campfire, cans, bottles, somebody’s handkerchief, somebody’s penknife, torn newspapers, coins, faded flowers picked in another meadow.” ― Arkady Strugatsky, Boris Strugatsky, Roadside Picnic

Today

“Did we forget anything?”

Xiaoge, still stuffing essentials into pockets of his backpack, slowly shook his head.

“Did you get any sleep this afternoon?”

Xiaoge paused, considered the easy lie for a moment, then slowly shook his head once more.

“You went to go say goodbye, didn’t you. Spent the whole damned day at the research institute hospital sitting at his bedside instead of resting.”

Neither of those were questions, but Xiaoge nodded in response, anyway. He would be ready for tonight. Pangzi understood that, even if he scolded. He would be able to protect them in the Zone better with the memory of Wu Xie held clear and tightly in his mind than with any amount of sleep. Pangzi understood that, as well. Xiaoge had seen Pangzi sneaking out as he’d snuck in, having spent the night in the hospital watching over Wu Xie before going home to get some sleep.

It was good.

They would both need all the memories of Wu Xie they could gather, to do what they had to do tomorrow.

The impossible.

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Notes, tags, and other fic info beneath the cut.

August 24, 2024: This fic was written for @fixaidea for the @pingxie-exchange and is based off a book called Roadside Picnic whose virtues Fixa has been extolling for some time. ;D Anyway, she was right, the book is SO GOOD and I highly recommend it. I've been told you can understand this fic without having read the book, but here's a little help: the basic premise of the book is that aliens have (very briefly) visited Earth and left behind several zones of altered space. Within these altered spaces, the laws of physics do not necessarily always apply and there are also altered objects that humans have since repurposed for their own uses. People periodically visit the zones legally, for research purposes (scientists), and illegally, for profit (stalkers). That should be all you need to know. ^_^

And I'd like to say a GIANT thank you to @bbcphile for an extremely last minute beta and boatloads of encouragement. ^_^

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers' Chronicles - Xu Lei Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling, Wang Pangzi & Wu Xie & Zhang Qiling, Wang Pangzi & Zhang Qiling Characters: Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie (DMBJ Series), Wang Pangzi Additional Tags: Roadside Picnic AU, The Iron Triangle | Wang Pangzi & Wu Xie & Zhang Qiling, Angst, Coma, Angst with a Happy Ending, Whump, Zhang Qiling Needs a Hug, Zhang Qiling Gets a Hug, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kisses, Caretaking, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Alternate Universe, Wu Xie's Curiosity Gets Him Into Trouble... Again, Established Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling