#I just realized Sun has way more alternate fandom names than Moon
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Clean Up Part 2 (Daycare Attendant x Reader) Moon Side
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Moon being spooky. Vague threats of punishment. But uhh I’m pretty sure most of y’all Moon simps already know that.
Author’s Note: This is a direct follow-up to my first Daycare Attendant fic which you can read here!
In the first part you take care of robot. in this part, robot takes care of you! I expected this to be shorter than Sun’s part but it’s actually longer TvT It’s not my fault, your honor, I swear-
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You could hardly believe that you were stupid enough to get locked in the Pizzaplex after hours. Curse your empathetic heart and Sun’s puppy dog hugs! Well, it wasn’t too bad. Once Sun was cleaned up to the best of your abilities, he proceeded to drag you across the daycare, determined to do everything in his power to make this the “best slumber party ever.” It was fun for a while, at least. You helped him decorate some hand puppets and prepare a few activities for the kids tomorrow. You took a delightful swim in the ball pit where Sun taught you the best way to wade through the colorful plastic sea. You even humored him in a couple rousing games of hide and seek. Needless to say, you did a lot of playing in a short amount of time. Within the first hour, you found yourself feeling pretty exhausted. You had just worked an entire day shift after all. You had been looking forward to taking a nice relaxing shower at home and passing out after a couple of episodes of your favorite show. Instead, you were spending the night running around with a robot that was cursed with the energy of a 5-year-old on sugar. You already resigned yourself to the depressing reality that you would have to work your shift tomorrow like a half-dead zombie.
“Hehehe, now it’s my turn to be it!” Sun exclaimed excitedly, making a big show of turning around and covering his face with his hands.
You made a mad dash for the play structures as you heard Sun begin his countdown. Maybe if you were lucky and found a really good hiding place this time, you could take a nap, you joked silently to yourself.
Just as you slid into place, the lights in the building shut off and you were plunged into darkness. You jumped slightly in surprise. You had almost forgotten about this. You mostly worked during the daytime, but you had heard about this from a few of your coworkers that pulled double shifts. Apparently, every hour, all the power in the facility was redirected to the charging stations so that the animatronics could recharge. It seemed like a bit of an odd power-saving strategy to you, but who were you to judge?
“Oh no! 1 AM already? No fair!” You heard Sun shriek in frustration somewhere in the distance before going silent.
You muffled a snicker behind your hand. You figured you didn’t need to hide in here anymore, so you began to crawl through the play structure on your way out. As you moved, you could have sworn you heard the approaching of a mechanical creaking sound. Almost as if something was moving towards- OH!
You only had a split second to register the approaching sound before a cold hand gripped your ankle and you were unceremoniously yanked out from the safety of the play structure. Thank goodness you were on the ground floor at the time or you might have taken quite the tumble in your shock.
You flinched on instinct before hesitantly peeking up at the thing that had grabbed you. Your eyes trailed up the dark figure, moving higher and higher until you made eye contact with a familiar set of glowing red orbs.
“M-Moon…!” You squeaked out, a nervous grin stretching across your face. You hadn’t spent nearly as much time with Moon as his counterpart, but you had assisted him through a few naptimes, as well as witnessed a couple of power outages. So you were at least familiar with the nighttime animatronic…And…You were pretty sure he remembered you? Although, the way he was just staring at you right now… You weren’t completely sure.
Moon released his grip on your ankle, allowing you to shakily lift yourself back to your feet. You awkwardly straightened out your clothes, feeling incredibly small under the robot’s intense stare.
“...You’re up awfully late,” Moon finally uttered in that slow and raspy voice of his.
You tensed as if subconsciously anticipating the scolding of a parent. At least he seemed to recognize you as STAFF and not an intruder. “Um…yeah…I…uh…I sort of got a little bit preoccupied helping out Sun, and now I’m locked in,” you explained quietly. You mentally berated yourself for getting so nervous. Moon has never tried to hurt you, you just couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by him.
Moon paused, looking you up and down. Wow. You looked awful. Your uniform was a mess, and even your face and hair were a little dirty.
You tensed, having to resist the urge to back away as Moon began to slowly slink closer to you. You heard his voice box emit what almost sounded like a low growling sound as he knelt down in front of you.
Wordlessly, Moon reached towards your face. You stared blankly into his red eyes and you felt something rip from your skin. It took a moment for you to register what he held between his fingers. Finally, after a few seconds, you recognized the smiley face sticker that you had stuck on your forehead earlier that night. You felt heat rise to your face in embarrassment as you realized just how dirty you were after cleaning Sun.
Moon looked between the sticker in his fingers and you, silently processing the situation. "... You're filthy," he finally said, crumpling up the used sticker in distaste.
You winced. You forgot just how straight to the point Moon could be. "Y-yeah…" you agreed meekly.
Ugh. Moon knew that his daytime counterpart could be impulsive and narrow-minded sometimes, but this was ridiculous. Not only had Sun caused you to get stuck here while taking care of him, but he had clearly run you ragged with all of his "playtime." As usual, the important duties would have to fall on Moon's shoulders, he supposed. His usual patrolling duties would just have to wait for now.
It was honestly starting to really creep you out the way that Moon just stared down at you with that permanent grin. Suddenly, you were snatched up from the floor, Moon lifting you under your arms like a weightless doll.
"Ah, Moon! what are you doing?!" You yelped, squirming in his grip as he carried you across the daycare.
"Clean up… Clean up." He grumbled, sounding somewhat annoyed.
He set you down in front of the entrance to the STAFF rooms, giving you a nudge on your back to push you in that direction.
You whirled around to give Moon a confused look. You didn't really like using the on-site showers. They were only really there for emergencies… But you supposed that this robot considered your current predicament to be an emergency.
"Go… clean up," he ordered. When you hesitated, he leaned closer. "You don't want to be naughty, do you?" He asked slowly, tilting his head.
That kicked you into high gear. "N-no! I'll… I'll go clean up!" You yelped, scurrying into the STAFF rooms and out of sight.
You made your way to the locker rooms, retrieving your bag. Luckily, it was company policy to pack a spare uniform in the event of disastrous party troubles. When you worked with bratty kids and hot pizza, some accidents were bound to happen.
You never liked using the on-site showers. It always felt so weird. Especially this late at night, you couldn't help but feel a little paranoid that some malfunctioning animatronic would come in here and murder you while your guard was down. Haha. Good thing that's never happened in a place like this before!
Despite the less than ideal circumstances, you did have to admit that the warm water felt good on your tired muscles. By the time you got out and slipped on your clean uniform, you felt surprisingly refreshed. You guessed you would have to thank Moon for forcing you to practice a little self-care. Speaking of Moon, where was he? You didn't see him anywhere when you reentered the darkened daycare.
"Moon? Are you still in here?" you called out. When you were met with nothing but silence, you figured he must have gone off to patrol the rest of the Pizzaplex. "Huh… oh well," you shrugged, strolling across the room to find a place to sit.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of movement. You turned your head and, to your surprise, saw Moon flying towards you on his suspension wire. The animatronic swung in, detaching from his wire and dropping down beside you with all the poise and grace of a professional dancer.
You, on the other hand, tripped over yourself in a panic with all the clumsiness of an alleyway drunkard.
Shortly after you crumpled to the floor, you heard a low and scratchy chuckle come from above you. Oh great, he was laughing at you, wasn't he? Great way to make an impression, Y/N.
“You’ve gotta stop jumping out of nowhere! You’re gonna give me a heart attack!” You huffed in frustration as you picked yourself up and dusted off your clothes.
Moon ignored your complaint and gave you an appraising look. At least you weren’t dirty anymore, but being up so late just wouldn’t do. Not while you were under his care. “You shouldn’t be up right now, Y/N,” he said in a surprisingly gentle tone as he knelt down to your height. “It’s past your bedtime.”
“Yeah…I know. I’ve got an early shift tomorrow, too. It’s just…Sun was so excited to hang out,” you said, rubbing your neck sheepishly.
Moon chuckled and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Looks like you need to take your own advice,” he chided.
You looked away in embarrassment. He was right. You had just lectured Sun not too long ago about not standing up for his own needs, and then you had gone and done the same thing. Maybe you had more in common with these robots than you thought. “You’re right…” you muttered.
Moon let out a noise similar to a sigh as he patted your head comfortingly. Carefully, he drew you closer to his body and scooped you into his arms.
“U-Um…!” You squeaked, taken aback by the new position. You knew it was just part of his programming, but being cradled like a small child would make anyone a bit flustered.
Moon’s movements were swift and efficient as he whisked you towards the naptime area and prepped a space for you. Before you knew it, you were being lowered down into a small nest of pillows.
“Uh…” you started to protest, but he was already spreading a blanket over you. Sure, you were pretty tired, but you didn’t need all of this. Furthermore, you were pretty sure it shouldn’t be part of Moon’s programming to enforce a bedtime on employees, no matter how tired they were. Should you be concerned about why you were being given special treatment?
“You need to sleep,” Moon said firmly, kneeling beside you and adjusting the bedding around you for maximum comfort.
You smiled nervously, attempting to sit up. “This is really sweet and all, but you really don’t need to-” you started to say, but immediately stopped yourself when you looked up into Moon's eyes. He had stopped his previously soothing movements, a hand gripping your arm to keep you from moving.
His grip tightened warningly. "Are you going to be good... or naughty?" He hissed.
You gulped. Well okay then! Moon was in charge, and if he said it was bedtime, you guessed it was bedtime! You knew that he could get…agitated when kids broke the rules. The last thing you needed to do was risk ticking him off. “G-Good! Good! I’m good!” you insisted quickly, lifting your hands in surrender.
This seemed to placate the animatronic because he immediately resumed tucking you in. It was like a switch flipped. As long as he didn’t register your behavior as “bad,” you seemed to get the gentle version of him. “Good…” he murmured as he successfully settled you in the makeshift bed.
Moon felt the familiar sense of pride bubble up inside him as he watched your eyes begin to droop. It usually wasn’t any of his business what the employees of this place did at night, but you…you were different. He could tell just how nice you were even without spending a lot of time with you. the two animatronic halves did share the same memory banks. Not to mention Sun could hardly shut up about you sometimes. You were nicer to them than any of the other workers had ever been. Of course he felt the need to take care of you! He had to make sure you were well-rested and healthy if he wanted to see more of you in the future. And he would. There was no way he would let Sun keep hogging you all to himself…Ah, but right now you just needed to rest.
You sighed as Moon sat down beside you. You guessed he planned on watching over you until you fell asleep to make sure you didn’t try to get up again. Yeesh. Not even your own parents ever cared that much about your sleep schedule. Well…at least you were pretty comfy.
He let out a low rumbling hum, gently placing a hand on your head and raking his fingers through your slightly damp hair. The sensation was enough to send you over the edge, your eyes slipping fully shut. “That’s right. Sleep,” he urged in a hushed tone.
He knew he would need to patrol the rest of the Pizzaplex soon, but right now…he would enjoy the sound of your breathing slowly falling into a steady rhythm. A job well done.
“Goodnight, Y/N…”
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf security breach#daycare attendant#daycare attendant x reader#moon x reader#moondrop x reader#I just realized Sun has way more alternate fandom names than Moon#hhh#it seems pretty evenly split in the fandom whether people think Moon is a homicidal gremlin or a precious angel#so I went with somewhere in the middle :]#I do think moon is nowhere near as aggressive as some people make him out to be#he just don't like troublemakers#which I mean#fair#anyways it's 3 am which is ironic because moon would murder me for being awake rn#goodnight tumblr#o7
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♖ afflatus, /əˈflādəs/ a divine creative impulse or inspiration.
♖ pairing: xu minghao x reader (painter x royal au)
♖ warnings: hella long oops
♖ wc: 5k words
♖ a/n: new fandom to write for, new record of a word count, who am i damn HWJBJDSFHS anyways i hope u guys like this pls lmk what u think bc im kinda nervous HAHAH
You’d grown up with a penchant for pretty things.
Your gaze of innocent youth widening with wonder at your mother’s glittering jewels, your father’s heavy crown, laughing at the splashing fountains across the vast gardens that spewed crystalline water amongst shimmering koi.
Yet with age, the gilded champagne tinted chandeliers, flowing gowns of all pale and deep hues, and all the other little beauteous wonders thrust at you across the years whether you desired them or not, became dull.
The listening to melodies became the study of notes and aching of fingertips, the joy of dancing became tight shoes and even stiffer, polite movements; every little action and hobby seemed to soon become a task of royalty.
“Who made that?”
It’s not any style you recognize, with furrowed eyebrows you study the art hanging on Lord Jun’s wall in his quarters, almost as a habit of your studies.
You’re parsing through the list of painters in your mind that you’d been forced to memorize the previous week, as Jun laughs.
“I didn’t know you were interested in art, your highness.”
You shoot him a glare, and he fails to hide his grin as he stuffs his garments into his luggage. While Jun was a lord of your father’s council, your close ages allowed you both to maintain a close friendship, and he knew most of your recent complaints with sympathy.
He was currently packing for an ambassador trip back at his home kingdom, and you were attempting to dispel the simmering disappointment at your closest friend leaving for even just a few weeks.
“A friend painted it for me. Do you like it?”
“It’s pretty.”
And for once, you mean it.
“You’ll meet him soon enough I believe. Your mother has been wanting an artist on grounds for family portraits and I recommended him.”
“What’s his name?” You squint, the squiggle of signature in the corner incomprehensible to you.
“Xu Minghao.” Jun answers.
“He’s not from here?”
Jun hums, casting you a glance, noting how you’ve yet to take your eyes off the painting.
“I think you’ll take a liking to him.”
Jun’s letter is like a piece of home to Minghao, the script messier than his own, but in the familiar tongue that Minghao whispers to himself softly as the tide laps at his feet.
He knows his decision before he even reaches the end of the parchment, but reads through anyways, and folds it neatly back into his pocket. Heavy, umber eyes watch the rolling waves for a few more moments, chipping absently away at the dried paint on the tips of his slender fingers, before making his way back to the tiny house a little ways away with his hollow knocking heart.
Minghao packs his belongings the early morning of his departure, not looking back once at the shabby house he’d spent the past few months in as he canters away on his black mare, eyes set on the salt spraying sea he was really leaving behind instead.
He wonders if palace gardens were a satisfying alternative.
The idea of stable housing and food was enough to satiate his artistic nitpicking for the time being, and Minghao makes a silent promise to return to the sea one day.
Minghao is introduced to you a day after he arrives and the day Jun leaves.
Wind strewn dark hair grown past his ears, worn leather vest, paint flecked billowing sleeves of eggshell white, black loose pants, and scuffed shoes. He’s the opposite of your delicate satin gown, immaculately styled curls, and dainty accessories, but you feel as if you’re the one out of place as you observe him, both of you waiting for Jun in the courtyard, finishing his farewell to your parents.
He’s quiet, long features often solemn, sometimes slipping upwards in a small smile at the littlest of things or out of politeness.
You’re about to attempt to start conversation to fill the silence, but another voice cuts in.
“I hope you’ll behave while I’m gone.” Jun grins at you, appearing from the large doors with your parents in tow, shining brightly under the beaming sunlight, and you snort, relieved.
“I should be the one telling you that. God knows what you’d do without me.”
“Rejoice, of course.”
Your retort is muffled as he gathers you in an embrace, which you return just as strongly.
“I’ll write as soon as I settle.” He promises, and you only nod as you watch him move to Minghao, absently listening to the soft Mandarin they used to converse.
“Watch over her, yeah?”
“Me?” Minghao blinks, the surprise etched on his features comical to Jun who laughs. Jun knows you well enough that your curiosity would eventually overtake your tiptoeing around Minghao, but for the artist, while loneliness wasn’t ideal, he’d endure it no matter how much it gnawed at him.
“And yourself as well. You both need more friends. You can’t always be alone.”
The words settle forlornly in the pit of Minghao’s stomach as Jun draws him in, patting him on the back before he clambers upon the saddle, waving one last time before setting off.
Your mother suggests then that you provide a tour for Minghao before he begins his work the next day, claiming it as practice for future diplomatic encounters, and you almost miss his curiously amused glint in his eyes as you murmur a quiet agreement, beckoning him to follow you once you Jun becomes a tiny speck in the distance of your squinted vision.
The royal gardens do not disappoint as the last destination, almost exceeding Jun’s scrawling description within his letter, Minghao realizes with satisfaction.
The soft hum of fat bumblebees puttering across the extensive variety of blooms that were maintained to their fullest in neat order, along with the trickling ponds and fountains you could hear if you honed in just enough by the glade of willow trees where you decided to end the tour.
Minghao settles down on one of the bumpy roots, closing his eyes as he rests his hand on the cool bark, the other twirling the blades of grass by his thigh.
You’ve convinced yourself he’s fallen asleep, breaths rising slowly as his movements cease, but suddenly his eyes open, meeting yours, and you flush as if you’d been caught in the wrong.
“Would you like to meet here tomorrow morning to begin the portrait?”
You can only stammer a hasty agreement, and the lanky boy stands, gazing up at the filtered sunlight between the leaves with slightly squinted eyes.
“I would say you could return to your daily activities, but if I’m honest, I don’t remember how to return to the palace.” He admits after a moment, and you duck your head to hide your smile, but he catches it with one of his own.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
While you’re sure there’s a deeper meaning, the head piece currently sitting upon your tightly styled hair, was indeed weighty, and didn’t assist your focus of maintaining a still, straight posture.
“You fidget a lot. Your highness.” Minghao adds on respectfully after a beat, and you immediately cease your movements, smiling sheepishly.
“My apologies. I’ve never liked getting my portrait done. When I was younger I remember they always had to promise me my favourite sweet afterwards.”
“I’ll try to finish as quickly as I can then.” He grins wryly. “Or perhaps I can request the cook to make something specific for tonight’s dessert.”
You fail to hold in your shaking laughs, but Minghao doesn’t mind.
Minghao doesn’t see you often after he completes the portrait.
It seems to be an occurrence for most around the palace, the few acquaintances Minghao made telling him it was common now for you to be holed up in a study, while you used to constantly tag around the kitchens, amble around the stables, and meander the gardens. He’s slightly disappointed in your lack of appearance, but fills his time with roaming around the palace grounds himself and satisfying his artistic needs.
He meets you again by accident (or fate), as he brushes aside the curtain of flowers that concealed a small space he’d discovered yesterday, perfect for peaceful painting.
The air is charged with awkward stumbling as Minghao fumbles with his armload of supplies and you bolt up from your relaxed position, but you’re quick to react, snapping your book shut lightly.
“I’ll leave you to work. I’m sure your artistry requires more of the space than I do.”
“Please, stay.”
You’re convinced that he’s only insisting you stay out of courtesy, but you know he’s one to not say something he doesn’t mean, so you settle back down, skirt pooling under you, lace hem fluttering like your heart.
“How are you liking the kingdom so far?” You prompt as he sets up his palette, and Minghao shrugs, flicking a few stray strands of hair impatiently from his eyes. It leaves a smudge of paint on his forehead, and you smile in the secrecy of your pages.
“It’s not home, but it’s pleasant.”
“Will you tell me about your home?”
Home.
The word pangs in Minghao’s chest like an empty echo in a gaping chasm, but he obliges, hoping to fill it with his memories, recalling the sound of rain outside his window, the croaking of frogs at night, and the aroma of his mother’s cooking.
You listen carefully, closing your eyes as you do, inhaling slowly the scent of honeysuckle, lulling you to peaceful bliss. Minghao’s voice is calming, lilting and gentle, and eventually fades out of your consciousness.
He’s not sure how long it is that he’s been speaking while you’ve slept, surprising even himself as he usually prefers painting in peace, but the pale array of buds on the stretched canvas bloomed with a sleeping form as the sun slowly begins to switch places with the moon.
Time is unrivaled as Minghao loses himself to the simple intricacies of his art, until a messenger arrives.
“Your highness.” The address comes with a gentle shake to your shoulder, and you rise slowly, rubbing your eyes drowsily.
“What happened?”
“You've been called for dinner.” Minghao explains. “You fell asleep in the garden.”
“My apologies,” you bow your head lightly, regret washing over you as you notice the orange tinged sky, a contrast to the baby blue of when you last recalled consciousness. “I hope I didn’t waste your entire day waiting upon me.”
Minghao thinks of the piece behind him, palms dusted with the colour of your chiffon gown, and shakes his head.
“I didn’t.”
Minghao almost falls asleep amidst the bustle of ballgowns and coattails, the lilting laughter and flirty chatter tuned out, an imprinted mark left on his face as he starts at a tap on his shoulder.
“Won’t you dance?”
Your voice is sweet and quizzical, and he shakes his head timidly, an expression you had used to mistake for solemness, and you sigh.
“Why not? It’s fairly easy.”
“I don’t dance.”
It’s a blatant lie, and Minghao knows you see through it, his guilty eyes flicking away from your gaze hurriedly as he utters it. As you hold your hand out knowingly, Minghao grudgingly takes it, letting himself be pulled onto the floor where other pairs flocked like seagulls.
Faint crescents of colour are under his neatly trimmed nails, calloused palms a contrast to the gentle grip of his hands.
Minghao hopes you don’t notice the way they shake slightly.
The music starts, and he stumbles in the sudden rapidity of the orchestra, and you bite the inside of your cheek to stifle your giggles, which he notices with narrowed eyes. It’s almost forgotten as you’re immersed within the dance, reminding Minghao of the sea, of home, and the thrumming of his heart.
“You said you didn’t dance.” You accuse breathlessly as the music fades and you’re both upon the sidelines once more, and Minghao blinks.
“You said it would be easy.” He retorts, and you grin cheekily.
“Forgive me, I suspected you weren’t entirely speaking the truth. Especially considering Jun told me a bit about your skills upon mentioning the ball to him in his last correspondence.”
“Of course.” Minghao purses his lips, hiding a smile as he tugs at his collar, fanning himself lightly.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” You’re already making your way to the exit, and Minghao finds himself following subconsciously.
“Now?” He blinks, and you nod.
“No one will notice, if only for a few moments to cool down. It does get fairly stuffy at events such as these.”
As if sensing his hesitancy with his darting glances around the ballroom, you grab his arm, a glowing flush on your features as you tug him along. He excuses his own blush creeping up his neck upon the crowd, dispelled sharply when you both meet the crisp night air.
“I didn’t take you for a worrier, Xu Minghao.” You grin as you prop yourself up easily on the short garden wall, implying to Minghao that you’ve done this before.
“I didn’t know your highness was such a rebelliously improper figure.”
He hops up next to you with a smile as you laugh, trickling off to a content sigh that puffs out wispily, hanging in the air before dissipating. Legs are kicked lightly, childishly, heels thumping against the wall, filling the comfortable silence.
“We should go inside, your highness.” Minghao notices with a murmur, but he makes no move himself, entranced with the way the pale moonlight filters itself across your upturned features. His fingers itch for his paints, to resolve the artistic ache within his chest at this scene, but instead he resorts to memorizing every little detail in breathlessness. “You’re shivering.”
“Just a little longer.”
He’s in no position to argue, but his fingers twitch at the hem of his coat, battling with whether it is appropriate to shrug it off and drape it upon your shoulders, but before he can make the decision, you turn with a satisfied smile upon your lips.
“Shall we have another dance?”
Minghao convinces himself it’s the bubbling champagne that tells him to agree, and for once since arriving, he feels his heart’s solid rhythm.
When you don’t make an appearance within the gardens for the first day since the ball, Minghao tells himself he isn’t fazed. He blames the frustration of his art upon the fact that he’s not entirely used to sketching, crumpled parchment littering the grass.
Yet as the second and third day toiled by, the wilting pink camellias in the heat are all that Minghao can depict, and he takes it as a sign, gathering up some supplies hastily in a coarse bag before roaming the palace.
He has to ask for directions in some areas, but eventually reaches where he wants to be.
You don’t hear the argued exclamations outside your chambers, but when your door cracks open, you struggle from under your bundle of blankets to sit up.
“I thought you would be bored and brought you some things to do.”
“How did you get inside? I thought I told Chan to not let anyone in.” You frown hoarsely, and Minghao grins.
“I convinced him to let me have five minutes.”
“The poor boy.” You laugh, trickling into a fit of coughs, and Minghao rushes awkwardly to the water pitcher at your bedside table, but you wave him off, pouring it yourself.
“What did you bring?” You inquire curiously as you sip your water, straining your neck to watch him slip out brushes, thick parchment, a palette with circles of varying colours, along with a few books.
“I hope this is alright.” He places them all on your mattress in methodicalness, and you immediately examine them all.
“Thank you.”
He opens his mouth to utter something, but the door bursts open with Chan in tow, and he leaves you with a dry grin and a slight bow.
The watercolour blooms through the paper with every touch of the thin bristles across your page as you amuse yourself, and that morning, Minghao finds solace in the freshly bloomed tulips that were speckled with dew-like tears.
The corridor your room lies within seems to draw Minghao towards it, even when his desired destination is far from the route.
This caused Minghao to form a friendly relationship with your personal guard, Chan, who often updated him upon your status during your sickness.
“Could you take my place for a few moments while I run to the kitchens?” Chan pleads the second Minghao appears one morning. “Soonyoung told me that Mingyu baked, and I’m sure the princess wouldn’t mind if it was you.”
Minghao doesn’t have the time to confirm or deny the young guard before he rushes off eagerly, and while he’d normally be annoyed, he’d been meaning to ask you a question anyways.
“Your highness?” Minghao tiptoes tentatively after his knock on the door receives no answer, and ventures further in.
He’s honestly not entirely sure what occurred, perhaps he bumped his head on his stumbling out of your chambers, but his cheeks are hot as he leans against the door to catch his breath, bidding the glances at your bare skin away.
“What’s wrong?” Chan has crumbs speckling his chin as he tilts his head at Minghao, curiously innocent, with a pastry in his hand as he returns to his post.
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
Your door cracks open with you fully clothed much to his relief, saving Minghao from Chan’s oncoming suspicious questioning as you beckon to him.
“Would you like to come in?”
You both settle down on the small sofa by your window, and Minghao shuffles awkwardly.
“Chan told me you were feeling better.”
“I am.” You smile, propping your chin on the heel of your palms as silence ensues for a beat. “I suppose I have to thank Chan for his responsibility in our wedding now.”
“What?” Minghao sputters, a few seconds too late to the processing of your words.
“Didn’t you know?” Minghao’s stomach roils. “If anyone other than family sees a royal indecently it’s considered taboo if they’re not immediately married.”
He catches the twitch of your lips after surveying your expression carefully for a few moments, and groans, posture sagging.
“That’s not funny.”
“Oh, but it is.” You insist with a boisterous laugh, and he can’t help but grin at the sound. When you calm down, swiping giddy tears away from your eyes, you tilt your head at him.
“Did you only want to find me because I was feeling better?”
“I actually wanted to ask you something.”
Your inquisitive gaze encourages him to continue, and he picks at the end of his thumb nail timidly.
“May I paint you again?”
He refuses to let you see the progress of the portrait.
It’s a breezy afternoon when you give up your pestering, Minghao warning that he’d leave it unfinished. While you know he never would, you silence your curiosity temporarily, biting your tongue as Minghao smirks.
“The wind keeps moving your hair.” He huffs, partly to himself. “May I?” Minghao gestures lightly towards your hair with a questioning raise of his eyebrows and you nod your consent.
You try not to shiver as he brushes aimless strands back into their place, adjusting your shoulders and angle of your chin with feather light touches. It’s no use, at least for your hair, the wind deviating it constantly.
“Perhaps we should continue another day, when the weather is more forgiving.” He muses, pads of his fingertips lightly twirling stray strands once more before falling to his side before returning to pack up his easel.
Your voice seems to be caught in his pigment streaked palms, but when he smiles at you boyishly, you know he understands.
Neither of you show it until the painting is finished, and Minghao thinks there’s something beautiful about the way it ties you both together.
“Your highness, your mother requests your presence in the study hall.”
“Thank you Seokmin.” You smile at the messenger, who beams back as you attempt to not shift. “We’re almost finished, I’ll be there shortly.”
He scurries off, peeking at the painting with wide eyes, and your mind races at the imaginings of the completed piece.
“Would you like to see?” Minghao finally sets down his brush, glancing at you as he runs a hand through his hair amusedly, stepping back. Eagerly, you amble up to Minghao’s side, shoulder brushing against his as you peer at the canvas with wide eyes.
“It’s beautiful.”
“My place here is to simply paint what I see.” Minghao distracts himself from your gaze, bending down to pick up a fallen flower at his feet. When he rises, his eyes finally meet yours, and neither of you can help leaning forwards.
The kiss is delicate and sweet, lips like crushing silk petals against yours, as sweet as nectar, intoxicating your senses and making your head spin.
“I have to leave.” You murmur, pulling away reluctantly.
His smile is devastating, you think, gentle and adoring, his thumb brushing against your jaw; you know in that moment that you’ve lost a part of yourself to him, given as freely as the soft breeze in the arching branches above, holding you both in a secret lover’s haven.
“Go.” He nods, and a part of you wishes he’d told you the opposite, but you both know the impossibility of asking that. As if he can sense your hesitancy, his fingers fall, moving to clasp your hands lightly. “I’ll still be here when you’re finished.”
“You swear it?”
This draws out a chuckle, and while you realize it’s a foolish inquiry, when he tucks the gardenia bloom behind your ear affectionately, you want to hide there with him until the tides stopped and the sun’s flames flickered out of existence; until the impossible became a common ideal.
“I swear.”
You rush off after hearing his promise, resisting the urge to kiss him again, knowing you’d be held later if you were any more tardy to your lessons, out of breath by the time you reach the hall.
“You’ve got a smudge on your face.” Your mother huffs, reaching out to swipe at it with her thumb, but you dodge it, glancing in the mirror, gently touching the streaks of colour with a fond smile, as if you were touching the fingertips that left them.
Your heart seems to thrum freely out of your chest around Minghao.
Whether it’s the sound of his soft laughter, the focused expression he adorns as he immerses himself within his art, or the fact that thinking about, speaking to, or kissing him seems to make you late for almost everything.
“Is there a fire?”
The corner of Minghao’s lips quirks up amusedly as you stumble backwards from colliding with him in the corridor, adjusting your skirt hurriedly as he steadies you with firm hands.
“Minghao.” You drop a quick curtsy, and he bows in return, albeit confused as you brush past him, borderline running down the plush carpet.
“Should I be running too?” He shouts after you, ignoring the stares he gained in the corridor.
“I’m just late for my lessons!” You call out with a laugh, turning back, and Minghao giggles as you bump into Seungkwan, who almost topples over, causing more apologetic fussing from you.
He darts after you after a pause of thinking, and it’s not difficult for him to catch up, the surprise on your expression a contrast to his gleeful one as he grabs your hand, making you halt, tugging you close.
“Minghao, someone could see-”
He pays no attention to your paranoia, knowing as well as you did that the study hall was kept empty for the sake of your focus, cupping your face warmly as he met your lips breathlessly.
“I’ll see you after?”
You believe sometimes that you have him pieced together, until he shakes the puzzle board with a cheeky grin.
Minghao doesn’t remember the throne room being this intimidating. The thrones seemed to tower over his head, banners and artworks of historical wars and ancestors adorning the walls, all scrutinizing him.
He feels small, a scurrying insect to be crushed under the heavy boot of societal status. You’d both known that the time to reveal your relationship to your parents was better to come sooner than later and from your own mouths, but in the situation itself, Minghao feels uneasy.
“You know of his nature in his time here.” You argue persistently, and your parents are silent, the epitome of stoic rulers, and Minghao is almost afraid. “He is kind, and has treated me with nothing but respect and love-”
“What will the people say when it's revealed you’ve chosen a foreign commoner to be your husband?” Your father interjects, and this only stokes the passionate fire in your eyes, while simultaneously making Minghao flinch at the searing heat in the words.
“HIs talents will take him far. He won’t be just a commoner soon enough. I know you know this-”
He clambers to his feet suddenly, startling everyone, who seemed to have forgotten his presence despite him being the topic of discussion.
“Pardon my interruption.” He bows stiffly. “But if I may offer a suggestion?”
Minghao takes the silence as agreement, and barrels on hurriedly.
“I would like to request leave from my work here, to travel amongst kingdoms with my art. I’ll return a known man, and I’ll be worthy of your daughter’s hand, if you’ll have me.”
“That could take years.” Your mother blinks, and Minghao’s reply is quiet.
“Yes.”
“You expect us to wait for something that might not even happen?” Your father raises an eyebrow.
“Father-” you stand abruptly next to him, and Minghao grips your hand. You silence, looking at him incredulously.
“May I ask how long you would be willing to wait?”
Your mother murmurs something to your father, who contemplates before answering, and the words overturn the trickling hourglass of your fates.
“Two summers from now.”
You don’t speak to him until the next day, when he leaves.
He doesn’t hold any grudge against your actions, but as the dawning sun peeks over the horizon, the reins of his mare tightly gripped in his hands, the tightness in his throat is only relieved by your appearance in the wispy dewed morning.
“I’m sorry.” You breathe as you approach him, and something inside him aches at the melancholy in your eyes as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
“What for?” He whispers softly, thumb stroking your cheekbone tenderly.
“I wanted to see you before this. But I couldn’t. And now we only have a few spare minutes.”
“We’ll have all the time in the world when I return.” He murmurs, and you know he means it, yet the sincerity in his eyes couldn’t ever explain the way he would move the hands of time himself and mould the world to your own desires if you simply asked.
“My heart has belonged to you since that day you convinced me to stay.” You confess quietly, and Minghao listens intently. “Call me foolish for it’s easily swayed nature, I know I have, but it’s true.” Your voice doesn’t waver, it’s firm, and you’re staring at him with intensity, but he can see the fragility of your words. “I only ask that you be gentle with it.”
His hands fit loosely with yours, cupping them in his palms gently as he kneels, bringing them to his lips, bowing his head slightly, resembling the swaying bluebells at his back.
“I wouldn’t tend to it in any other manner.”
Jun returns soon after Minghao leaves, when the leaves tint with orange and scarlet, and your fingertips are always cold no matter how deep you delve them into your sleeves.
“I crossed paths briefly with Minghao on my way back.” He muses, hands cupping a steaming mug as he kicks lightly at the littered leaves on the ground.
“How is he?”
“Good.” Jun smiles reassuringly at your troubled gaze. “He’s working hard.”
“He hasn’t written to me lately.” You sigh, tracing the rim of your cup lightly, the scent of cinnamon apple wafting up from the ceramic. “And I don’t wish to bother him with my own letters.”
“He just doesn’t want you to worry.” His voice trails off quietly, almost commenting to himself. “I think he knows the most out of us that this is not all guaranteed.”
The icy wind nips at you, settling in your bones, and you both decide to go inside silently.
All to keep you company when springtide returned was creased parchment, each having worn edges from the amount of times you’d reread them, fingertips tracing the flowing ink.
Jun had departed once more in the winter, and while Minghao sent letters whenever he could, he divulged no time to when he would return.
It’s not until the weather warms, and the sunsets are softer, that you get your answer.
“Lord Jun has arrived. And he’s brought Xu Minghao.” Seokmin breathes, bursting into the study room and it’s not missed how you go rigid, fingers twitching to push back your chair before pausing.
“Go.” Your mother waves her hand amusedly, and you scramble from the table, maneuvering your skirt impatiently in bunched fists, striding steps racing towards Jun’s quarters.
“He made his way to the garden.” Jun smirks, and you think it’s entirely typical for Minghao to make you run around like this as you catch your breath in the doorway.
“How was your trip?” You breathe in an attempt to fill the silence politely as Jun unpacks his belongings.
“Do you care?”
It’s an amused jest, but well aimed, and you snort truthfully.
“At the particular moment, no, but-”
“Go.” Jun cuts in, laughing. “You’ve waited long enough.”
The words don’t fail to bring a giddy beam upon your features as you heed his words, and Jun thinks he’s never seen you this illuminated, with a fond heart.
You find Minghao by the white rosebuds, and you can’t help stop and admire the way his upturned features glow under the pale blue sky, as if he never left, a heavenly image.
“Xu Minghao.”
He looks at you, eyes fluttering open, and he tries to hide back a smile, pursing his lips as you step towards him.
His touch is as gentle as you remember, kisses as warm and honeyed, and you almost weep when his thumb runs along your cheekbone tenderly.
“I have something to show you.” He brightens, one hand drifting to the covered canvas at his shoes, the other gripping your own gently.
“I went back to the sea before I came back to you.” Minghao explains, carefully undraping the sheet, and you can only gaze at the revealed painting with wide eyes. It was you, sitting amidst the lapping waves that only seemed to get more turbulent as they strayed farther from your grasp, as if you were ruler of the seas. “I remember before I came here, the sea was the only thing that gave me comfort away from my home. But when I went back, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, with me there, the hard work that I endured to get here to you, and the sea suddenly was cold and unfamiliar.”
“I love you.” He professes simply after a heartbeat, and he shushes you fondly when you sniffle, and all you can do is thump his chest lightly with your fist. He laughs aloud, as you say it back, once, twice, bright and beautiful, and you join him, swaying in one another’s embrace, with all the time the universe could offer.
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An Explanation of Contra
I suppose I should go first… We want to leave a good first impression, after all! Greetings! I am Aquis, the ex-heir to the Merkingdom. I am here to explain the different lands and species in our world, known as Contra. First off, there’s the Ignis Peaks, a volcanic country where Volkan society is entirely based off of strength. Next, there’s the Underground, a vast cavern governed by the Jewel Humanoids. Third off, Neopolis, the futuristic flying city. All kinds of blokes, dubbed as Neopolitans, live there, seeking fame or refuge or power. Then there’s Dragon Haven, a bunch of ancient cliffs and whatnot presided over by the Dragons. There’s the Great Glacier, a huge, frozen land where they Glaci hide from the eternal storm on the surface. South of that lies my homeland, the Sapphire Sea, where Merhumans like me thrive below the depths and along the islands. There’s also the Mysterious Megaforest, which is full of… well, mystery. And Mages. Lastly, there’s the Uploft Archipelago, the flying islands where Lofti roam the skies. ...Ah, was that all? ...No? But what else is there--Ah. I see. There’s also a ninth land. It’s technically two separate lands: The Haunted Moon Woods and the Punishing Sun Desert. No one lives there but monsters and lost souls. No one may enter this forsaken ninth land unless they have a Stone...Oh, I’m done? All right, then. It was lovely to meet you, dear!
...O-Oh, me next?
Okay… Um… I’m Faun, a Life Dragon from the Haven. And I’m here to tell you about the Stones. They’re basically magical amulets--Most significantly, they allow the wearer to control a certain element. For example, mine is the Life Stone. It allows me to control plant life, like this...W-wait, what? O-Oh! S-sorry, I didn’t know they couldn’t see me... Um… where was I? Oh, right… They contain more than just power, though. They contain bits of the Shadow Plague, which is...O-oh, sorry, I didn’t realize I wasn’t supposed to talk about that. Um… When they are assigned to someone, it will stay with them for the rest of their life. If you throw it, it’ll just come back to you, and if you break it...You’ll release the Shadow Plague. ...Oh. Oh, I can stop now? Good, good. Um, th-thanks for listening to me…
It’s my turn? Hmph. About time. My name is Lixue. I’m a surface-dwelling Glaci. I’m here to tell you about the Shadow Plague. It’s an infection on our world, essentially. As Faun mentioned before, breaking our stones from physical, mental, or emotional trauma causes it to release the Plague. If it touches a human, it will amplify their worst aspects tenfold, until it has turned them into a monster. The only way to cure the Plague is...well, we don’t actually know. It’s… a work in progress. We figure the two who made it might have a way to reverse it...oh, It’s over? Ugh, thank god. I’m out of here.
OOH! OOH! DO ME NEXT!!! Heyyyyy! What’s up? I’m Thunderbolt--If you’ve ever been to Neopolis, you’ve probably heard of me, hehehe~ Anywayz, I’m here to have a little chat about Lun and Sol. They’re kinda like… The gods of Contra? Lun controls the moon and darkness and junk, as well as managing, like, parallel/alternate universes or some shiz, and Sol controls the sun and light and stuff, and she also handles time paradoxes and alternate timelines and jazz like that. They’re kinda scary and HELLA evil--They made the Stones we wear around our necks, as well as the Shadow Plague. Their only motivator is boredom, so we’re like… their main source of entertainment?? Yeah. Oh, also, they sort of did this weird border thingy--
--Which is what I’M supposed to say next, TB.
Oop, you’re right! I guess I’ll leave you to it then!
...Hey. I’m Skye. I’m a Lofti, but I have no wings for some reason or whatever. I’m gonna tell you about the land borders. Before us, the land was divided into segments. Lun and Sol would “take care” of anyone who ran into the borders. Buuuuut then they decided to screw that when they gave us the Stones, ‘cuz they wanted to see us try to stop the impending war or some shiz. Yeah, the eight Contra races REALLY kinda hate each other-- Except for us, of course....
I disagree. I’m going next.
Uh, I was kinda in the middle of--
Quiet, you. Hello, there. My name is Hecate. Despite what the others think, I’m going to be the next Great Mage of the Forest. I’m going to tell you about Contra’s conflict. The eight races are drastically different. The eight of us are living proof of that. The Sun Goddess, Sol, tasked us with a duty: To protect the land and establish peace. Of course, nobody cares about that.
I-I care…
Well, NOBODY ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION, FAUN. Now, where was I? Oh, right. Not all of us care for peace. Some of us would even RATHER have war break out. Hence our current predicament. The fate of the world lies in our hands. Isn’t that something? ...My time is up. I suppose I’ll see you.
Hey there. I’m Blaze, the Volkan champion of the Ignis Peaks. I’m gonna talk a little more about those parallel universes for a mo’. Sooooo, yeah. You in any fandoms, like UNDERTALE or Steven Universe? Ever heard of an AU? ...No? Yes? Hellooooooo? Oh, it’s a recording. Uh...Anyway. Yeah. An AU (Alternate Universe) is like… a thing where something is different in the storyline, for no real reason at all. For example, there’s a Contran AU where we swap races and roles--So, like, in that AU, I’m an exiled Glaci, and Lixue’s a super strong Volkan. It also stretches into other series’ worlds sometimes as well. So, like, for example, a Yoshi could just suddenly drop into Contra for literally no reason. It’s--
Hey. I’m Co--
DUDE. I WASN’T FINISHED.
Oh. Whoops. Uh, carry on.
...Uh...Ah, whatever. If there’s anything you don’t understand or just wanna ask questions to screw with us, there’s always the ask page. Go on, Coal, you fucked me over anyway.
Oh, aright, then. Uh, hi. I’m Coal. Well, that’s not my NAME. I’m just a Coal Humanoid--Unit SGB9...something something something. I don’ really remember anymore. Coal is just what Aquis calls me, so… yeah. Uh, what was I s’posed to talk about again? ...Oh, right, alternate timelines. So, uh, on top of th’ alternate universes, there’s also alternate timelines: Places where things coulda happened differently, so… they did, I guess? It’s hard t’ explain. We can use the Stones to time travel, kinda, but uh, if we create a paradox, Sol gets mad at us ‘cause then she has to fix it. But, uh, yeah, it’s a thing. Uh... looks like I gotta go. Bye, I guess.
...Is this thing on? Yep! Okay, great!
So, um, hi! I’m Star, the creator of this webcomic! As you can see, things are sort of… complicated on Contra. Still, I hope you’ll stick with me while I improve--I think it has great potential, with help from people like you! Anyway, that’s all for now.
Goodbye!
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Hey anon. I guess I somehow accidentally deleted your ask because I can’t find it anywhere lol. So I’ll just answer it like this.
Anonymous asked: Black Sails, Zutara, and Jaime Lannister
Black Sails:
Favorite character: Max. But sometimes when I’m deep in my feels, it’s Eleanor. I love my ambitious Slytherin wlw and fandom doesn’t appreciate them enough.
Least Favorite character: Obviously characters like Peter Ashe and Thomas’ father are awful but out of characters who were regulars at one point or another, it’s a tie between Woodes Rogers and Charles Vane. God I hate. And I also hate that Eleanor got stuck with both of them as “love interests”.
5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Max/Anne, Max/Eleanor, Flint/Thomas….Max/Idelle, Idelle/Featherstone
Character I find most attractive: Max. But all of the Black Sails women are gorgeous. 10/10 would bang all of them.
Character I would marry: Max
Character I would be best friends with: …..Tbh I don’t think I’d personally click with any of them. They’re all very extreme and I’m more laid back lol
a random thought: It’s a good show with an exhausting fandom. Which is a shame considering it’s not a very big fandom to begin with.
An unpopular opinion: I don’t ship Silver/Flint. And I feel like there’s little point to be heavily involved in the fandom because of that since like, 75% of the content is about them. I also don’t really give a shit about any of the male characters except for Flint, Jack, and Mr Scott lol
My Canon OTP: Maxanne I love those lesbians. But Maxanor is a close second.
My Non-canon OTP: Max/Idelle. Also Eleanor/Miranda (fandom converted me to this one)
Most Badass Character: Flint
Most Epic Villain: Eh none of the villains were very compelling to me tbh
Pairing I am not a fan of: Eleanor/Rogers and Eleanor/Vane. The Worst.
Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): I still loved her but….Eleanor. *sighs* Ever since they made her hookup with Rogers her storylines were going downhill.
Favourite Friendship: Flint/Miranda they make me cry. But also just Flint/Women in general.
Character I most identify with: I don’t strongly identify with any of them but I relate to aspects of both Anne and Eleanor. Anne because of how she’s kind of a late blooming lesbian who realized her love for women (and lack of attraction to men) during her twenties. And Eleanor because of her complicated relationship with her father. My dad isn’t as shitty as Mr Guthrie but he is awful and for some reason I can’t make myself completely stop caring about him. That’s why I get so mad when people give Eleanor shit for wanting revenge on Vane for murdering her father. Some people really lack empathy in that regard tbh.
Character I wish I could be: Flint. I’d love to start a war in the name of fighting homophobia.
Zutara:
When I started shipping them: I think it was sometime during my second watch of the series. The first time I watched it was when it was airing and I was just a kid, so I basically just automatically supported the canon pairings lol. But then I watched it again as a young teen after reading Zutara meta and fic and began to see the magic.
My thoughts: I love them so much. The best ship that never was. I love how many parallels they have with each other. The sun and moon symbolism. Their push and pull dynamic. The way they built a friendship in canon based on mutual respect. I could talk all day about why I love this ship tbh
What makes me happy about them: That the Zutara fandom is still going strong and producing great content. It pretty much makes up for it not being canon, honestly.
What makes me sad about them: I feel like Zutara is often very misunderstood as a ship? A lot of people (including Bryke) see it as a “dark ship” and that isn’t how I view them at all. I’m sure there are some people who do and have shipped them in problematic ways (especially back in the day) but most people in this day and age that I've seen ship them in a post redemption way after Zuko and Katara had already become friends. So...that makes me kind of sad lol. Also the way their friendship has been butchered by those stupid comics.
Things done in fanfic that annoys me:
Demonization of Aang and Mai. It's so unnecessary and I like both characters on their own. (Aang is actually in my top 5 ATLA characters). I hate character flanderization in fic in general (even towards characters I don't like) because it's more than often ooc and takes me out of the zone.
Things I look for in fanfic: I think canon divergence and AU's still set in the ATLA universe are my favorite kind of fics to read for ATLA in general. It's an expansive world and story and I think people have a lot of room to be creative with it.
My wishlist: For their friendship to not be ruined in the upcoming live action remake. (I don't have a lot of faith lol)
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: My second favorite ship for Zuko is probably Zukka. But Zuko is so damn shippable as a character that I could come up with plenty of alternatives for him. Katara...with a girlfriend. Or Haru. They had cute potential and I still resent the fact that they gave him that dumb mustache lol.
My happily ever after for them: The two of them getting together a few years after the end of the war after continuing a strong friendship that eventually became romantic. They do marry someday down the line but Katara spends a lot of time going back and forth between the Fire Nation and the South Pole. After Zuko hands over the duties of Fire Lord to their oldest, they end up retiring somewhere between the two nations.
Jaime Lannister:
How I feel about this character: I enjoy him a lot (although when I say this I'm mainly talking about book! Jaime. I didn't know what D&D were doing with him most of the time lol). He's super complex and his arc is one of my favorites out of the books.
Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Brienne. They are my OTP of ASOIAF. But I'm not expecting a happy ending for them *sighs*
My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Tyrion. Their relationship is much more complicated in the books than it was on the show (especially with how they left off with each other) but it still gives me feels.
My unpopular opinion about this character: When it comes to the great Jaime Lannister debate between Jaime/Brienne and Jaime/Cersei shippers (about whether he can be redeemed or not) I'm somewhere in the middle lol. I don't think his arc is one of redemption. And actually, what I think could possibly happen with Jaime/Brienne is that they'll both admit that they love each other but ultimately mutually decide that they can't be together due to how different they are as people. But I also don't agree with the idea that he's not developing at all. And a lot of his development is due in part to his relationship with Brienne.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I hope we get some canon validation of Jaime/Brienne in the books. But not in the shitty way that the show did it.
Favorite friendship for this character: I guess I'm just going to say Tyrion again? It's been a while since I've read the books but I can't think of any hugely impactful Jaime relationships outside of Brienne, Tyrion, and Cersei.
My crossover ship: I don't do crossover ships
Thanks! :)
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Commission Piece | Fire Emblem
This is a mult-chapter commission piece from an anon.
Title: Love in The Mundane
Fandom: Fire Emblem (between Blazing Sword and Binding Blade)
Summary: After the war, Eliwood and Fiora confess their love before continuing their life together.
Pairing: Eliwood/Fiora
Rating: Eventual character death
Warning: General / PG at most
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Love in the Mundane | Chapter One| Word Count: 1550
A heavy weight grows in Fiora’s chest, each step is harder to take than the last as she drags herself through the aftermath of war, through a beaten and used battlefield that smells of blood and conflict. It’s all she can smell, only she can really feel. Death. It had crept in slowly before the battle had begun, like a warning urging them of what is to come, but like a fool they had ignored its heed and charged. Then Death had swept over them like a dark angel, sweeping lives away like they are nothing, sucking the life out of comrades and enemies, grasping them in a way that she wouldn’t know to make it lose its grip. Now it lingers still, settling over them in a thick air that strains her lungs. With every soul that leaves a struggling body, every light that dims, the air grows thicker.
She is a Pegasus Knight and Death is every knight’s wings, spinning this air into the world like a horrific nightmare, so she has come to know it well. This air is familiar - it is like greeting the master who has taught you how to kill, how to drive a knife into a heart without feeling for their life. Because of death, because of limited choices and the need to have money, she knows the way that life drains from someone’s eyes. What the last breath sounds like when it slips through cold lips. How blood pools around a wound. How to get the stains out of light clothes. She knows which points to hit with her weapon if she wants her enemy to die - and she knows what to do if she wants them to die quickly or slowly drift away with screams. She usually prefers the former, but the later has to be used when she has to draw information out from less than trustworthy people.
She breathes in deeply and knows the smell of rot and dead flesh. The faint hint of medicine, burning herbs and blood soaked bandages. The metallic taste of burned armor. She knows too much, she thinks sometimes, and yet she doesn’t know enough.
But Death is not her friend. Death is a shadow that she’s hid in, a darkness that brushes at her skin, a monster that she tends to. It is many things, but it is not a friend. Death had nearly stolen the life of her sister, Florina, and had run its cold fingers through her pride. It is not a friend now as she watches bodies of people she used to know being carried off. Young faces with the color drained from their skin and hair soaked by their blood. Weak hands that reach for her when she passes, begging her to end their life now in mercy - or they plead for her to heal them, help them. She helps the ones that she can, even the ones that don’t want it.
She feels torn between crying and screaming. She wonders if she cries if it will fade into her sweat in a way that the others won’t see it. She wants to let out the dreadful howl that is building in her lungs, but she swallows it down as she leans her weight onto her weapon and continues to walk with her head high.
She tries to ignore the blood of her own wounds, but that gets harder with each step that she takes. Pain shoots down her side like lightning, tingling against her skin. She can feel the familiar warmth and wetness of blood soaking beneath her armor and a few joints of her bones creak more than they should when she moves. Where her armor is dented is where she thinks that it’s the worst - the metal bends to her skin unnaturally and it is where she feels the most pain, but she doesn’t feel the blood yet. But she knows that she is lucky - that her armor is why she is still able to walk through the aftermath of the battlefield instead of being carted off by a mortuary trolley.
Her breath catches when she finally sees him, relief flooding over her that he still stands. Eliwood. It almost makes her knees too weak to stand, knowing that he is still there to lead his people through this. Seeing him makes the reality set in as she realizes that it really is over. She can see the tufts of his auburn hair, the power in his stance as he advises the people around him. His head is held high, proud and strong, but his eyes are humble, his voice even and firm, laced with concern and understanding. His armor catches in the light, making him shine like a beacon, gleaming like the rising sun itself after a dark night. He looks every bit the ruler that he will - and should - be. It is a scene that she will always remember - she will hold it close to her heart. She can see this being the scene that gets carefully recreated on his tapestries in a cold castle. This is the scene that gets beautifully drawn in everyone’s mind when the bards string songs about his glory and strength. The people will call him Marquess. A Duke. But to her, he is a king. Her king.
She basks in his warmth and selfishly, she lets it breathe more life into her. She wonders if it makes his light dim any less when she steals the wisps of it that stray from him - a moon reflecting the sun. It lessens the weight in her heart, and makes her steps feel a bit lighter. She goes to him - her body moving on autopilot, ignoring the pain that shoots through her veins and the burn of her injured skin. But each step comes easily knowing that it makes her one step closer to him.
She can see his eyes now - kind, honest eyes that beam with concern against a young face. He does not seem to be injured, at least not that she can tell, but his clothes and armor are stained so deeply from the wounds inflicted on their enemy that it will be hard to tell. Maybe a few small cuts here and there, but nothing major. But he could be like her for all she knows - trying his best to let others notice how injured he is. No - not like her, he’s stronger. Better.
Against the odds, she smiles.
“Fiora.”
Her name is a whispered relief on his lips as he spots her, his feet moving toward her to meet her. He takes her in his arms carefully, gently and she collapses into his grasp as the last bit of strength that she had in her muscles finally leaves her.
He whispers his thanks to the higher power that she stands and grasps her tightly when he softly declares that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself should she have perished. She admits, with raspy breath, that she isn’t sure what she would have done if she didn’t see him standing there, alive, come the end of this either. But it is an alternative possibility that she refuses to think about too hard.
“I’ll need you by my side,” Eliwood admits, “Should I have my coronation, where I would stand without the one I want as my duchess?”
His love laces every word as he looks into her eyes, unflinching at the bruises that have swollen her face and the blood that stains her skin. It is one of the things that had first attracted her to him - he was the only one to never judge her, never command her or reprimand her for her misgivings. He had called her his equal and it is still a title that she grasps tightly with every bit of her being.
She had never been an equal before - her sisters were below her, or at least Florina thought that Fiora saw herself as above them and therefore had placed herself beneath her. Their parents were above all of them and their masters when they apprenticed were so beyond them that they couldn’t hope to grasp just one foot beneath them. Her buyers - clients - were above her. Or at least they always acted like they were and she saw them as her source of income. Her enemies are always beneath her blade.
No one - not even any of her party members - had stood beside her before. Grasped her hand and guarded her blind spots, protected her back from attacks and betrayal while she guarded his. Invited her to the fire and shared stories with her like they were old friends. Shared secrets like they were lovers. Kissed her like she was his world. Held her like he would never want to let her go unless she had asked him to.
She didn’t want him to let go. As long as his arms would be open, she would accept them. As long as she was greeted with kind words and open palms that helped her back up when she fell, she would be there.
“My love.”
Eliwood whispers to her like their love is a secret that others didn’t deserve to know and presses a quick fleeting kiss to her temple.
#fire emblem#Binding blade#blazing sword#eliwood#fiora#fluff#roy#myworks#myfics#mycommissions#commission#love in the mundane#loveinthemundane
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Peccatum Chapter 9: Fireside Chat
Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14454675/chapters/43675304
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: F/M
Fandom: NieR: Automata (Video Game)
Relationships: 2B/9S (NieR: Automata), A2/A4 (NieR: Automata). Jackass/The Commander (NieR: Automata)
Characters: 2B (NieR: Automata), 9S (NieR: Automata), A2 (NieR: Automata), A4 (NieR: Automata), 6O (NieR: Automata), 21O, Jackass (NieR: Automata), The Commander (NieR: Automata)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe, genre typical violence, long fic, Slow Burn, War
“Damnit!” 9S shouts, kicking a charred plank.
Ash billows out over the darkening sky as the wood crumbles into dust. A light gust carried the cloud of soot over what remains of the humble grain village; a few free standing bits of scaffolding, defaced statues of the region’s senator, and blackened remnants of stone structures.
“This is the fourth one in a row…” 32S mumbles, burying his head in his hands.
“But…” 801S stammers, “I was here not...a month ago! I was here and it was fine! Everyone was fine!”
He sinks to the ground, a cloud of ash billowing out around him. 9S wraps his arms around his friend’s shoulders as 801S lists the people he met (or at least he thinks they’re people he met...it’s impossible to one charred corpse from the next) who ended up in a vile mass grave burning in the center of town. His voice chokes on the name of a farmhand he had been writing to for some time.
“Why...Why would they attack here?!” 801S yells, “There’s nothing here but wheat! No soldiers lived here! There’s no walls, no battlements...They were just farmers!”
For a moment, a heavy silence fills the air between them.
“...The demons are trying to starve us out,” 11S growls, putting words to what they had realized when they arrived, “It isn’t just bloodlust that makes them target these defenseless towns. These farms supply food all across the Republic. Cut off the supply…”
“...And the capitols weaken,” 9S finishes. “The armies weaken.”
The scouts remain quiet, either out of respect for the dead or from the icy fear that grabs hold of their hearts. Somewhere in the back of all of their minds they knew they were fighting an uphill battle, but this is the first time where they fully realize they’re on the losing side of this war. Grossly outnumbered, outmaneuvered at every turn, unable to keep up with the rapid evolution of their enemy. The only ones that stood a chance were the Devoted, but none of the Theocratic clergymen were allowed within the ranks of a Republic army.
“...One of us should double back to the Commander,” 32S says, breaking the silence.
A low sigh escapes 9S. “No one’s gonna be happy about this. We’ve been marching for nearly three days straight.”
9S volunteers to be the one to go back while the other scouts press onward. A strictly maintained five mile gap separates the main force from the scouts, but with only flat farmland and open fields to cross, it doesn’t take long for him to see Commander White atop her warhorse leading the troops. He falls in step next to her and Lieutenant Jackass’ horses easily.
“Well?” White asks, exhaustion creeping into her normally level tone.
9S sighs. “No good. That town’s been razed too. No survivors either.”
“Damn…” Jackass rubs her face with one hand. “We can’t push them for much longer, White.”
“We can’t stop,” the Commander snaps and pulls a small map from her saddlebag. “It’s far too dangerous to halt everyone out in these open fields.”
“It’s also too dangerous to make exhausted soldiers try to defend anything. Look at them White, any longer than another day or so and they’ll start dropping.”
She gestures to the irregular lines of soldiers and carts, most nursing varying degrees of injury that come with days of nonstop movement. A few hitch rides on carts wherever they can find space, or double up on the back of a horse just to get some kind of reprieve. Even 2B, who 9S can see peeking around the bulk of the army, sits on the healer’s supply cart with 6O.
“Here,” White says, snapping 9S out of his thoughts. “There’s a proper town half a day beyond the one we’re about to pass. Walls and a militia. If that’s been razed too, we stop anyway.”
“Understood.”
With time of the essence Jackass loans 9S her horse, a brown stallion named Hort, to ride further ahead. With the speed of the ornery beast, he catches up to the other scouts within the hour. Relaying the information brings some light and hope back to the scouts. 801S hops on the back of Hort, sitting close behind him as they ride.
To pass the time, the pair chat idly about whatever crosses their mind, careful to avoid heavier subjects or politics. 801S teases 9S about 2B, and in turn 9S teases 801S about the archer boy he’s been eyeing for a while. They reminisce about old times, simpler times, till they see the turrets of the town’s walls.
“Their wall’s still standing!” 801S shouts, bouncing excitedly much to the displeasure of Hort.
9S is about speak, but the sight of a wooden sign with a crude depiction of a half-demon stops the words in his throat. Though it is devoid of words, the message is clear enough to him. A warning. A threat.
801S’ expression sours when he notices the tension creeping through 9S. “...Stop the horse here. I’ll go ahead inside and let the town know the main force is on its way.”
“Thanks,” 9S says with a shudder in his voice.
Uncertainty worms its way through his gut as he rides back towards the advancing army. It wouldn’t be the first time that he’s come across a town with that kind of mindset, but it always brings risk. It isn’t exactly like he can blame them, either. With the only thing separating the town from the demon hordes roaming around is a few stones, paranoia is to be expected.
At least within the ranks of an army he’s relatively safe.
The sun reaches its highest peak by the time 9S reaches White again, who announces the good news. Soldiers erupt into cheers, energy surging back through their exhausted bodies. They don’t even complain when she announces that the march will move into double time to reach the town before nightfall, in fact it seems to bolster their spirits further.
9S returns Hort to his owner and hops onto the healer’s wagon with 6O and 2B.
“So, what are you ladies talking about? Girl things?” he asks with a smirk.
6O snorts, “We have much better things to talk about than fashion and marriage.”
2B tilts her head to the side in a way that 9S can’t help but consider adorable. “Is that what humans consider feminine?”
“Well, yeah,” 9S says with as much confusion as is on 2B’s face, “What do Coatyls consider feminine?”
“Stoicism, well maintained weapons, and…” 2B pauses to think for a moment. “...A healthy amount of bloodlust.”
“Oh. That...explains some things.”
6O laughs at his expense. 2B just holds that same bewildered expression she has whenever she’s confronted with the novelties of human culture as 9S and 6O trade playful punches with each other.
“Anyway, 2B,” 6O begins once she’s had her fill of punching and laughing at 9S, “as I was saying, my patron god isn’t necessarily evil. None of the old gods are, they’re simply...forces of nature.”
“Oh no,” 9S groans. “She’s doing this again.”
“Quiet, you.”
He sticks his tongue out at her, but lets 6O continue.
“I’m familiar with the pantheon, but why...that one?” 2B asks.
“They’re representative of nature, decay, the cyclical aspects of life; that kind of thing. They’re a bit overlooked compared to some of the other, more powerful gods.”
“Wait, which one is this again?” 9S interrupts.
“Their name isn’t exactly pronounceable by the untrained tongue, and invoking it without warrant can have...nasty consequences. Roughly translated, the name is Infinite Equine, or Long Horse.”
“Ugh, right. That nasty horse skull thing. It’s so creepy!”
“I have to agree with 9S,” 2B says. “It is a bit...off-putting.”
“What did you think the manifestation of life, death, and rebirth was going to look like?!” 6O snaps. “A cute little rabbit?!”
“You’re a cute little rabbit!” 9S shouts, and bursts into laughter a second later.
“That...doesn’t seem like an insult,” 2B says through barely contained laughter.
True to the Commander’s word, the army arrives at the town’s gates as just as the moon begins to rise. 801S and the rest of the scouts, along with a few local guards, greet them as they pass through the walls. The townsfolk who are still wrapping up their daily routines stop and stare at the army nearly four times the size of their haphazard militia marching down their main street.
He knows it’s a fools game, but 9S can’t help but let his mind wander. This town is decently fortified, relatively clean, not destitute but not aristocratic...It’d be the perfect place to settle down once the war is over. To finally stop being a soldier, being a part of an army and live a simple life. Maybe even get married and start a family. His gaze wanders to 2B, who looks around the town and its well maintained brick buildings with wonder.
Well..so long as he’s fantasizing.
He must look like a blushing maid, but at the moment he doesn’t really care. It’s good for the mind to indulge in the ideal future every now and then. Images play across his mind in quick succession, each one more unobtainable than the last. It doesn’t stop his heart from fluttering at the thought.
What a silly daydream this is. Why would a warrior such as 2B have any desire to be a housewife, to raise children, or to settle down entirely? She probably intends to live and die on the battlefield, swathed in blood and glory. He doesn’t pay it too much mind, it is a simple daydream after all. No need to get too hung up on reality.
Until reality hits him square in the chest.
As the army passes through the center of town, 9S comes face to face with the grim truth of his life. In the middle of the open plaza, a crude wooden gallows looms over them, and from this morbid structure hangs a recent victim.
The body, whose face is obscured by a roughspun sack, appears fresh. The skin is only a pale shade of purple and rot has yet to set in. His hands are bound behind his back with thick rope that cuts into the skin, staining them black with dried blood. He’s stripped of clothing, revealing thick brown fur that covers him from the waist down, barely concealing the wound where his genitals would have been as well as the hooves in place of human feet. A length of parchment hangs from his chest, held in place by rusting iron hooks.
“Here hangs…..for the crime of Demonic Parentage.”
The name appears to have been vandalized, instead of identifying the victim, it instead reads slurs and obscenities 9S would rather not read in their entirety.
A number of soldiers, including 21O and Jackass, fidget and shy away as they pass the body. Tension worms its way through everyone, even the horses grumble with agitation.
He pulls his hood around his face and sinks into anonymity within the ranks of the army.
What a fool he is to dream.
The army pitches a slap-dash camp on the northern side of the town, a rough series of tents and bedrolls. It isn’t much, but it gives the soldiers a chance to sit down and rest within the safety of the walls. They eat and drink and sing bawdy songs around a small fire, and despite the dire state of the war levity and joy returns to the army. If only for a moment.
It all proves to be too much for 2B, who excuses herself to river a few miles away when the songs take a much louder and raunchier turn. She underestimated just how social humans were, the constant chatting and the way they move around in groups of three or more, groups of people who weren’t even related. The open air and quiet solitude is something she needed before she starts snapping at people.
This region’s fish are small, too small for her liking. She should have expected it: the water barely came up to her scaled ankles. They’re more like snacks than a proper meal, each one barely larger than her beak. 6O warned her about passersby that might see a giant white dragon and attack, but the only thing that catches her eye is a deer that gets a bit too close for her liking. She eats her fill of fresh fish, something she’s found herself longing for since falling in with White’s army, then flies back to the town.
2B perches on the top of the wall, taking a moment to preen her wings of dirt and grime. To her surprise the camp is silent, save for the snores of soldiers and the crackling of one remaining campfire. The way they were carrying on, she thought they were going to be at it all night. Their leader must have told them the march would resume early. To 2B, someone who possesses the gift of flight, the whole idea of an ordered march seems unnecessary. She chastises herself for thinking this way, these humans and their awful work beasts called horses don’t have the same abilities she does, so they must work around their faults.
The approaching footsteps of a local guard break her from her musings. Not wanting to attract unwanted attention herself, she hops from the top of the wall in the middle of a transformation. A swordswoman out for a quiet walk is more explainable than a feathered beast in a human’s eyes.
As 2B wanders past the last dying campfire, she notices a familiar face sitting alone. Curled into himself, sitting on the ground, is 9S. His face is buried in his arms, but the shock of white hair is unmistakable, even in the low light. A sharp pang shoots through 2B’s chest at the pathetic sight and finds herself walking over to him.
9S looks up at the sound of encroaching footsteps with fear in his eyes, though his features quickly soften once he realizes it’s only 2B. He gives her a half hearted wave before wrapping his arms around himself.
“You seem troubled,” 2B says, sitting on the ground next to him.
“Huh?” He rubs his face. “No, no I’m fine. I’m…”
“A poor liar.”
9S lets out a quiet chuckle. “Yeah. I guess so.”
2B gives him a moment to collect himself. He sits up straighter, kicking his legs out and letting himself stretch and get a few breaths of cool night air.
“I guess it’s...I’m…” He sighs. “You never really get used to seeing a body that…that could have been you.”
“Ah...I see,” 2B mutters.
How could she be so dense? Of course seeing something like that would affect him. She should try to comfort him.
She has no idea how to comfort humans.
“I’m sorry,” 9S says. “It’s...it’s silly to be scared. White’s army is one of the only safe places for people like me...For half-demons. We can live and work and fight without having to fear our friends turning on us. But…”
He swallows a lump forming in his throat and wipes his eyes. “But the moment I step outside the army, the moment I try and form a life outside combat and war...I could end up on the end of a rope. Or worse.”
“You look human, though. Your charm necklace conceals anything suspect.”
“Yeah, but it isn’t foolproof.” He turns the little charm in his fingers a few times. “It’s weak magic, something a child could pull off. Easily detected or disarmed, but discrete and easy to make. Mom-...21O made this for me, it’s like the one she’s got.”
9S taps the jewel twice. With a faint shimmer, small nub-like growths appear just below his hairline, parting his hair slightly. His thin tail curls around his leg, and his eyes fade to nearly pure white.
It’s odd, 2B has only seen this form only once before, but the shock is gone. It’s about as strange to her as seeing him with a different haircut. So instead of recoiling in fear, all she does is tilt her head a little.
He taps the jewel again and the demonic features disappear. “It’s so stupid...everyone’s so scared of a few weird additions. But...We’re capable of...gods know what.”
9S hangs his head in shame and curls back into himself. He rests his forehead on his knees. “Are you scared, too?”
She twists the end of her robe between her clawed fingers. “I...I’ve never met a half-demon before you, I must admit.”
“Really?”
2B shakes her head and stares into the embers. “I’ve only ever had...encounters...with proper demons.” Her hands curl into fists. “They attacked our village one day, without warning. Even our strongest warriors had trouble fighting them off. They killed…I don’t know how many of us. The village was devastated in just an hour.”
“Oh…”
An aching cold creeps its way through 9S’ chest, one that won’t leave no matter now tightly he pulls his cloak.
“I’ve never met a half-demon before,” 2B says again. “...But if they’re anything like you…”
Her fist unlocks itself, and with uncharacteristic trepidation, she places her hand on his shoulder. 9S doesn’t anticipate just how warm it was, its gentle weight more comforting than his old coat.
“Well...I think you’re a good person.”
9S smiles, just a little, and leans into her, his head resting on her shoulder.
“...Thanks, 2B.”
#nier automata fanfiction#nier atuomata#2b#9s#nier commander#nier jackass#fantasy au#fanfiction#Tanks fics
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Brilliant ideas with Eurus or Irene
[original post on @221b-investigates from Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss’s Tumblr Answertime on 9 July 2018]
Not in this fandom, they aren’t!
Brilliant ideas with Eurus:
Deep Water by Joules Mer (24K, M, Johnlock)
Or, as I refer to it: The Final Re-Write. In this world Eurus had other plans for Mycroft, John and Sherlock after the death of the governor. A different ordeal plays out in Sherrinford… and a very different homecoming takes place as a result.
Nucleus by ampersand_ch (39K, E, Johnlock)
Sherlock attends therapy sessions with Ella to work through his family history. In doing so, he stumbles upon another issue that's been buried deep down inside him.
The Collector by ShinySherlock (9K, T, Johnlock)
Coaxing Sherlock Holmes and John Watson to get out of their own way is just the sort of task she savors. With vials, bottles, and boxes, she stoppers up their grief, siphons their yearning, captures their devotion to add to her collection.
The Final Problem (alternative) by 221b_hound (18K, M, Johnlock)
Everyone travels their own road through grief; and some wounds of the heart take decades to heal. And some old truths turn out not to be the truth at all. With the Holmes and Watson family gathered at Musgrave Hall, an old tragedy is soon to be revealed as a mystery after all. [Note: This is the last part of an AU series, best to read the entire series to understand everything.]
The Strings That Bind by BakerTumbings (20K, E, Johnlock, brief John/Eurus [in the guise of the woman on the bus])
So what if John and Eurus had managed a hook-up somewhere off screen in Season 4?
Brilliant ideas with Irene:
Be Here Now by todesfuge (94K, M, Johnlock)
John Watson was already fighting demons when he and Sherlock met. With Sherlock's suicide, it all comes flooding back, forcing Sherlock to intervene before he's solved the persistent riddles of Jim Moriarty and his game. Together they find that something darker lurks behind Moriarty, forcing Sherlock, John, and Irene Adler into an even deadlier game with a much more dangerous foe. Begins six months after the events of The Reichenbach Fall.
Brief Conversations with the Woman by May_Shepard (21K, E, Johnlock, Irene/Kate)
Want to solve a puzzle? Keep the best puzzle solver you know alive. Sherlock has a puzzle to solve, and his name is John Watson.
Building Jerusalem by ampersand_ch (26K, E, Johnlock, Adlock)
John finds out that Sherlock has more secrets from him than he ever imagined. The discovery threatens to destroy their relationship.
Face of the Sun, Face of the Moon by honeybee221b (57K, E, Johnlock, Irene/OFC)
Unresolved attraction between Sherlock and John comes to a head after Sherlock and Molly are arrested as part of a human tissue crime ring. John and Sherlock infiltrate the group in New York City in attempt to gather evidence against the real criminals and clear Molly's name, but are mistaken for each other, forcing Sherlock to sit on the sidelines as John does the heavy lifting. Throw in Irene Adler, her new wife and a couple of blow jobs and you've got a heck of a mess.
Loved the Stars Too Fondly by BroadwayStarletQueen (39K, E, Johnlock, Mystrade, Mollstrade)
John’s been reunited with Sherlock in Prague, and he’s eager to have Sherlock redeem himself after his time with Moriarty. However, when a certain dominatrix seeks the exiled couple out, Sherlock and John’s reconciliation period is cut short by the workings of a case that brings them back to London and threatens Mycroft’s safety. However, it’s hard to get a relationship off the ground when your boyfriend is trying to keep his brother alive and NOT get executed for high treason.
Prior Engagements by PlaidAdder (123K, T, Johnlock, Harry/Janine, Mollstrade)
Years after Mary melted into the darkness, John and Sherlock are at their wits' end. Rachel Watson, aged nine, is about as difficult as you might expect a child raised by Sherlock Holmes and John Watson to be. But life is no picnic for Rachel, either. John won't even talk about her mother; and ever since Uncle Mycroft was assassinated, Sherlock just hasn't been himself. It doesn't help that the British government is in the hands of a gang of corrupt criminals. John finally decides that the right boarding school might give Rachel the structure she seems to need. It's not until Rachel disappears that he and Sherlock realize that someone else has had the same idea.
the rose; the prince; the fox by leiascully (48K, M, Johnlock, Adlock, Mollstrade)
Sherlock Holmes finds his way back to the land of the living, if he was ever there to begin with.
The Seduction of Dr. John Watson by XistentialAngst (19K, M, Johnlock)
John finally convinces Sherlock that he needs sex and that if he keeps sabotaging his love life with women, it'll be a deal-breaker. Sherlock goes through his deductive process and decides that he himself will have to provide John with sex if he's to keep John from marrying and moving out. Unfortunately, Sherlock is an inexperienced seducer and John is totally straight. Sherlock goes to Irene for advice on seduction.
the sensation of falling as you just hit sleep by greywash (83K, E, Johnlock)
Love is a much more vicious motivator.
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the Ultimate™ big, fat, long ass shyan fanfic rec list by your local librarian, part II
So, tumblr fucked the format and apparently, it doesn’t allow you to post as many links as one may want. Fuck you, @staff.
Contains: More than 150 fanfictions on AO3 and tumblr. Commentary for each by me, rating, number of chapters and summaries. Divided by Top 25 Favorites, Oneshots, Multichapter, Ongoing, Series and On Tumblr Only.
[Part I] [Part II] [Part III]
Coming Soon: Rec Page.
~ Oneshots, part II
Something a Demon Would Say by EAST (WESTAGE)
Summary: Ryan wants to prove that Shane is a demon, and/or an alien, and Shane just wants to ask Ryan out on a date.
“The jig is up, Shane Madej! I know what you really are!”
Rated: G
Commentary: This fic has one of my favorite endings of all time. It’s fun and funny, and characterization is wonderful. Also, Shane has a not-so-secret crush on Ryan and it’s adorable.
i wanna see the sunrise and your sins by AmazingAida
Summary: ryan goes into heat while filming and shane is, thankfully, there to help.
also ryan and shane come face to face with their true feelings and it’s very confusing.
or, alternatively: in which shane and ryan have sex for one reason that ends up being a completely different implicit reason.
or, alternatively: feelings are confusing just don’t have them.
Rated: E
Commentary: Pure, fluffy PWP, if that’s you think– the only reason I don’t cherish as much this fic is because it is a cheating fanfic. And while they don’t cheat on their real life girlfriends in the fic, Ryan still has a partner and I just... don’t. But other than that, this is very sweeet and hot.
Mausoleum by ghostwheeze
Summary: How about…. Ryan and Shane are stuck in a room for some reason (Maybe the doorknob broke off…?) And Ryan is absolutely terrified. The sexual tension has been high between the two for a while and so Shane decides… fuck it, and does something to distract Ryan ;)
Rated: T
Commentary: This fic has something... something tht makes me love it. It’s so good and hot, even if they are just--- not doing it, and yeeeeet. I ove it.
SLEEPINGWITHAFRIEND by grapefruitghostie
Summary: it’s a risk but, babe, i need the thrillor; the author just wants to cry
Rated: E
Commentary: Alright, this one is kinky. In this story, Shane and Ryan also have a dom/sub relationship, with Shane being Ryan’s dom, and it also has– you guessed it right, daddy kink. I love it.
he is the one named sailor moon by schuyleryette
Summary: Ryan Bergara was just your regular college student trying to deal with classes, an asshole roommate, and one of the most insufferable jerks he had ever met. None of this prepared him for the talking cat who change the course of his destiny…
Rated: T
Commentary: Another big, but nice, surprise in the tag was to find a damn Sailor Moon AU. Look– I grew up watching this anime and this was the first manga I read, and I also probably became a little bit gay because of Michiru (and her wife Haruka), so this AU is everything to me.
That, and the fact that is. so. much. fun. Honestly, give Ryan a break– he had one weird night in this fic. It’s great, you all should read it.
satisfaction brought it back by ElasticElla
Summary: A true crime case turns supernatural, and Ryan gets a little too curious about Shane’s fanfiction references.
Rated: M
Commentary: Listen, Ryan’s curiosity in this fic is everything to me. I felt all the second hand embarrasment in the world while reading him go through smutty fanfics as Shane slept in the same room as him, getting hot at fanfic!Shane saying that “you are mine” and stuff like that. It was amazing.
Danse Macabre by americanchemicals
Summary: On your thirteenth birthday, a mark would appear on your body, a mark that only one other person in the world had. These matching marks, or soulmarks, were a physical connection between two soulmates.
Rated: G
Commentary: THEY GET– AT THE END THEY– DUDE, JUST READ IT. The ending of this, the climax of this fic, had me shook and It made me happy. Lovely fic.
and i’m puffing my chest, getting red in the face by pissedofsandwich
Summary: "Zack’s going to be there?“ Shane asks, masking his… whatever it is he’s feeling in his chest, with nonchalance.
Ryan blinks. “Yes?”
Well, never mind dancing with the fucking sun. He’s Icarus, wings melted and falling face-first into the asphalt.
Or: Shane is definitely not at all jealous of how close Zack and Ryan are getting during the making of Sports Conspiracies. Except that he is.
Rated: T
Commentary: One of my favorite fanfics that also has jealous!Shane and one of the most funniest climax ever. All their co-workers are damn angels, you gotta read this, it’s incredible. Also, kudos to poor Zack having the rage of a jealous Shane Alexander Madej with a cup of coffee in his hands.
Blood Buddies (with benefits) by Squeakyshroom
Summary: Ryan thought they were just friends, but one night and one bite has him questioning everything.
OR: Shane’s a fledgling vampire. Ryan’s an idiot.
Rated: E
Commentary: I’ve read a total of 16 times since it was posted a few weeks ago, lmao. Look– this author? I love her. She is one of the first people I talked to while doing the project, she kinda got me into talking to other authors and that helped me a lot to get through the reading happily.
She has a very unique style and the way she writes their dynamic is something else. This fanfic in particular is a lot of fun, and I hate the fact that I know one and every damn Twilight reference in it.
It also has one of my favorite mental images/scenes in a fanfic ever. If you guess which one is, come tell me about it, lmao.
give me all your poison by ElasticElla
Summary: Shane catches Ryan red-handed. Or well, red-shirted and fuck, this is not the romantic reunion he envisioned when deciding to surprise Ryan.
Rated: E
Commentary: AHHHHH, I LOVE THIS ONE. It inspired a whole series in which both are killers that you should totally read, too: the serial killer ryan quartet. This fic has… a scene I really like. If you get which one, I’ll love you forever. I’m so glad I read and commented this fic, because my comment helped inspire the rest of it.
distorted truths by hwsinbs
Summary: All of Shane’s entourage is convinced that his boyfriend is a ghost. Ryan takes it a little too well (and Shane wishes it was a real ghost).
Rated: G
Commentary: LMAO, this fic. Look– Ryan has to say a little lie and it becomes this big thing… he can’t even breathe properly after it. It’s incredibly fun, I enjoyed reading it a lot.
Eventually, the Darkness Stares Back by EAST (WESTAGE)
Summary: Shane realizes he likes Ryan exactly the way he is: alive.
Rated: T
Commentary: Oh, this one gave me the creeps. Shane is fucking scary, man, and the whole scenary, the moment when everything happens, I just– wow. This one’s good, really good.
Nana by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: I sat with you beside your bed and cried
For things that I wish I’d said
You still had your nose red
And if I live past seventy-two, I hope I’m half as cool as you
Ryan is ready.
Rated: Not Rated (I’ll say T)
Commentary: This should be rated DEATH FOR YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES, because is a soul-destroyer fic. Dude, the ending. Dude, be prepared.
“Do you think there’s fanfiction?” by Anotherlostblogger
Summary: This is about to get very meta but it does not necessarily depict real life events and/or my actual opinions about the lovely fanfic on this site.
Rated: E
Commentary: The whole first part is a lot of fun, kinda on the nose, but really funny. And the smut is good, too. Very enjoyable fic, a lot of fun for everyone. Especially Ryan, lmao.
Fuck Fear by Squeakyshroom
Summary: Ryan can’t sleep and Shane invites him into his sleeping bag.
Sex and confused feelings ensue.
Rated: E
Commentary: From one of my favorite authors, this fic has ace!Shane who enjoys getting his partner off, and Ryan enjoys it of course. This fic is a lot of fun.
Ryan Bergara: The Biggest Fucking Tease in the World by ClaraLuna98
Summary: why was Shane so GODDAMN disheveled during the Sodder Children episode?
Rated: M
Commentary: This one is supposed to happen while they are filming the Sodder Children episode of True Crime, season 1. You know the one– when Shane looked like if he had just fucked. That’s the one. And it’s glorious. Also, daddy kink.
i wanna see your face and know ive made it home by isthepartyover
Summary: “I’m going,” Shane announces, blood smeared on his face and baseball bat still clenched in shaking hands.
They try to argue with him, tell him it’s dangerous and he might die and he should really leave it to the adults-Shane barks out a laugh at that one.
“I’m going,” he insists, and follows the scientists to the creepy-ass lab and down under to the gaping, disgusting maw waiting for them underneath.
Rated: Not Rated.
Commentary: SO THIS WAS DONE BECAUSE I SAID ON ONE OF MY SILLY, SILLY FANFICS POST HOW I WANTED A STRANGER THINGS AU IN THE FANDOM AND– and angels do exist, look at THIS. It’s wonderful, you guys, Shane’s POV is rich and fun, and is an interesting story that will make you want to die a little in the climax. Go read it!
Rogue State by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: “Who are you?” Ryan blurted out, once they had gotten away.
The line of Shane’s lips stretched into an amused grin. He chuckled. “I’m still your ol’ pal, Shane. I’ve just been keeping a few secrets.“
“And what secrets are those, Shane?” Ryan asked, voice wavering under the pressure of his anxiety and irritation. Shane pursed his lips and cocked his head to the side. With a small shrug, he explained, “Let’s just say I’ve been watching you for a long time.”
Spy!Shane AU.
Rated: M
Commentary: This is such an amazing fanfic, this AU is incredible and wow, I wish there was more of this. Shane and Ryan’s relationship is everything here, the things Shane has done for Ryan... amazing.
My Wings // Shyan by egofelix
Summary: An Angel by the name of Ryan meets a Demon by the name of Shane and let’s just say… the rest is history.
Rated: Not Rated (M, for sure)
Commentary: In which Ryan is an angel, Shane is a demon, there’s a war between their worlds, and they have some good dicking session. This fic is interesting, boning aside.
Compliment Each Other Like Colors by americanchemicals
Summary: When you look into your soulmate’s eyes, the world fills with color. Until then, people are forced to live in black & white, yearning for the day they’re able to see the universe in a different way.
Rated: M
Commentary: Can’t include a “you start seeing in color when you meet your soulmate” AU, especially when it’s kind of really original and well written. Very good fic with a good twist in it.
Angel With a Shot Gun by notimmortal
Summary: "I’ll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don’t you know you’re everything I have?”
- Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab
Or
Shane is an Angel and will never let anything harm Ryan, ever.
Rated: T
Commentary: Shane (and Sara) is an angel in this one. What I like the most about it is Shane’s POV and the universe it wrote, the world building is pretty rad. And also– Shane does has a gun. His spiritual weapon is a damn gun. It’s fucking awesome.
nothing’s making sense at all by isthepartyover
Summary: Ryan was drunk.
Very drunk.
The room was spinning slightly, making it hard to focus on anything in the room or any one thought, the anxious dread he’d had building in his gut since Keith’s disappearance only getting worse and less tolerable with the alcohol in his system.
The girls were laughing loudly over some joke Ryan couldn’t quite remember hearing, leaning on one another with the force of it, and the sound was making the terrible knot of feeling in his gut worse for some reason.
Rated: Not Rated. (Again, T).
Commentary: This oen is part of the Stranger Things AU. Like I said before, I love this AU. It’s awesome and Ryan’s POV in this one is one of my favorites.
Self care by Mega_purplezebracorn
Summary: Ryan likes to shower. The shower is a private place where he can think to himself and reflect the day.
However, sometimes a certain somebody will flash into mind and…distract him from this…
This is filthy, filthy dirt and I am both ashamed and proud. *sighs* wtf have I become?
Rated: E
Commentary: This one… has something… that I really like, and I don’t know where to put my finger on it. Both chapters of it are smutty. In the first one, Ryan takes care of himself and it’s… certainly sexy. While the second one is THE scene between them.
It’s also a “discovering you got a daddy kink” fanfic, they realize together they are into that. Good shit, good shit.
conflict of interest by spoopyy
Summary: Shane is a high school science teacher who really hates his job. He bumps into a passionate, but lonely history teacher named Ryan, who just might make teaching worth it.
Rated: Not Rated (but I would say, G)
Commentary: BOY, this is such a perfect fanfic, all of it. From how they met to how they get together, and how their relationship keeps going. READ IT.
and he takes and he takes by cooliohoolio
Summary: Shane wants to say I will be dead within the next year. He wants to say the flowers in my lungs are there because of you. He wants to say I’m in love with you and it’s killing me.
Rated: Not Rated (I’d say T)
Commentary: I love Hanahaki Disease, man. It’s so tragic and romantic at the same time, and I guess– sometimes, love does feels like that. It fills you up and yet, it’s killing you, takes your breathe away. And this fic? It killed me.
Bloody Hell by AussieBookworm
Summary: One of the gifts of being bitten by a vampire, Shane supposed, was his improved hearing. For example, he could hear Jen quietly humming a song she claimed she hated, Quinta having a conversation with her mother about her father’s surprise birthday party, and Ryan leaving a meeting room and walking over to him.
***
Shane is a vampire and Ryan starts getting a bit too close to the truth, completely by accident
Rated: T
Commentary: In which Shane and Ryan visit an actual Vampire Hunter for an episode, and Shane wants to destroy something. In this one, Shane and Sara are vampires and good friends, and Ryan doesn’t know his pal is exactly what he is looking for. And it’s awesome.
May I Say I Loved You More by Luntian
Summary: He felt Ryan’s warm palm on his shoulder. By then he knew he couldn’t lie anymore.“I—well, uh…” Shane inhaled deeply, “Promise me you’ll believe.
”Ryan was puzzled, but he nodded almost immediately.
After a long pause, Shane finally continued, “I’m not human.”
“What?” Ryan whispered. His eyebrows furrowed.
“Well, I was human, then—and then I died.” Ryan stared. Shane realized he was making no sense. He sighed, “Okay, listen. I am an angel.” Shane glanced at Ryan, trying to see his reaction but he saw no expression on his face. “I was sent on Earth to, uh, complete some mission.”
“You’re an alien?!”
“I’m an angel!”
/or/
Shane is an angel with a time limit. And a boyfriend.
Rated: Not Rated (T)
Commentary: Angel Shane AU that for a second seems to be all happy– then it’s not. I cried a lot.
find each other when we’re losing our minds. by alvaughn
Summary: “Gotta build up to it, baby.” Shane replies.
“Don’t call me baby.”
Rated: M
Commentary: We are in smut territory again. This one is FUCKED UP, like– all of these Seril Killer AUs are fucked, alright, but this one is just… oh, holy shit. Ryan, uuuuh, gets off of Shane coming to him every time he kills someone. But I like it. Another take on the “don’t call me baby” comment, also
.a short history of almost something by cooliohoolio
Summary: "I think I’ll wait another year.“Shane’s in love with Ryan, and will get around to telling him. One of these days.
Rated: Not Rated (G)
Commentary: This fic is… so damn cute. All of it. The scenes with them out in the grass, looking at the stars, are wonderful.
shelter by Hugabug
Summary: When Ryan comes home, covered in blood, Shane is ready for it.
Rated: T
Commentary: Serial Killer Ryan AU. Shane loves Ryan so much in this fic. And even though Ryan does– these horrible things, you can’t help but just want them to be safe. Protective Shane in this context is as wonderful as in any other.
waiting here for catastrophe by anarchetypal
Summary: “Ryan.” Shane breaks off and sits down again, slides his chair closer to Ryan’s, stares him down. “God, fuck, look at me, okay, I did this. I did this, this is my case, this is mine, everything you’re talking about—”
Ryan can’t help it: he laughs. It comes out a little anxiously, but it’s a laugh all the same, because Shane can’t really expect him to buy into this, right?
And Shane looks—well, murderous is either the wrong word or the right one.
“I’m not kidding.”
“You really want me to believe—”
“You entertain all possible theories, right?” Shane says, exasperated and angry, and Ryan notices it’s the first time he’s ever said that seriously. “That’s what this stupid show is—that’s what you do.So entertain this one.”
All at once, it stops being funny. Something the size of a golf ball seems to lodge itself high in Ryan’s throat. He realizes it’s alarm, fear, a caged bird thrashing against the bars inside himself. He’s waiting for Shane to break, to burst into laughter, to say it’s all a stupid joke, but it doesn’t happen.
“What the fuck,” he croaks out.
Rated: M
Commentary: Serial Killer Shane. In this one, Shane is offended that Ryan thinks he is an amateour in the Art of Killing, and also does the horrible, terrible pun of “Cereal Killer” as he eats Ryan’s cereal. It’s fantastic.
when the tide comes by AnastasiaYu
Summary: the disappearance of ryan bergara.
Rated: T
Commentary: To quote Luke Skyalker, “this is not going to end the way you think”. This is… so sad. The ending is, wow, one of my favorites. The original ending. Althought the second ending is also good. But the first! So sad! So good!
i keep telling myself i’m not the desperate type by juniperProse
Summary: ““Hmm. Guess I’ll have to get you to shut up another way, then,” Shane says, and somehow he just sounds like he’s smirking.”
—
Or: It’s exactly what it sounds like. They just make out. That’s it.
Rated: T
Commentary: I know I keep saying this, but this is the cutest thing in the world and it’s gonna make you happy like it made me when I first read it. Besides, I really like this author a lot.
Short Stack by americanchemicals
Summary: An AU where the first words your soulmate ever tells you are marked on your wrist.
And Shane isn’t disappointed, because he knows he’ll know his soulmate right away, with how unique his words are.
After all, not many people greet others by saying, “You’re a fucking Sasquatch.”
Rated: T
Commentary: Listen, “You are a fucking Sasquatch!” has never been this romantic. This one fic is wonderful, def one of my favorites. Also, Soulmates AU are everything to me.
Love by JayCKx
Summary: "Do you not know how love works?“ Ryan utters softly, voice a little bit awed, looking at Shane with an expression that the taller man can’t quite place.
Immediately a million thoughts and memories spring forward into Shane’s mind.
Rated: G
Commentary: My heart warmed so much while reading this. It’s really cute, you just gotta ignore the unrequited love tag, lmao. Also a shorty but goodie.
The Desk Fic by SincerelyLeah
Summary: Shane was having a shitty Monday morning and it was all because of one person, Ryan Bergara. But, by now he should know that endless teasing gets Shane more than riled up.
Rated: E
Commentary: I have so much fun reading this damn fic. Because it’s funny– Like, Shane’s POV is funny and you can feel his frustration because Ryan is. such. a. fucking. tease. And THE moment is just– good. Also, lmao, beware of the daddy kink.
Under The Stars by SincerelyLeah
Summary: “I promised myself I would never fall in love with you. But it was four am, and we were laughing way too hard. I felt happy for the first time in a long time, and I knew I was screwed.”
Rated: G
Commentary: A sweet something you will be glad to have read once you are done. I loved it, it’s so sweet and warm, it makes me truly happy.
if we’re gonna do this, we gotta do it now by floatingonthelehigh
Summary: “How did you convince me to come here again?”
“My irresistible charm, of course.”
Ryan’s mouth settles into a hard line. He’s not wrong.
(Shane gets Ryan to come to an old abandoned house with him. One of them, and you’ll never guess who, gets more than a little freaked out. Featuring: pure terror! confessions of love! and a somewhat-terrifying framed photograph of a woman!)
Rated: T
Commentary: Pure, sweet, loving fluff. Ryan gets a little angry at Shane but he deserves it, but at the end everything is right. I love this fic.
mystery item by rycan_toucan
Summary: ” – okay. remember last week when you, jen, steven and i went drinking and i had, like, eight and a half shots of whiskey?“
“i specifically remember the half, yes.”
“impressive. anyway, i ended up not passing out when i got home and did some high quality online shopping, instead.”***
ryan bought a thing, they both find it extremely funny and have a good time.
Rated: T
Commentary: The boys are so silly and happy in this little thing, oh my God, I’m smiling as I remember this fic.
Nemo est Scire by KatHowellLester
Summary: Shane and Ryan are staying the night in a haunted building and Ryan can’t handle it so Shane cuddles him and makes him feel better by talking and holding him
No one has to know
Rated: E
Commentary: Say hello to the first daddy kink fic in the fandom, at least on AO3. Okay, so this one– I love the ending of this one a lot. And the use of the kink is pretty good, they actually discover they are into it during the act in the story. Pretty good and loving.
gayer than expected by juniperProse
Summary: Ryan sees Shane in his new glasses, and realizes that he may be less straight than he originally thought.
Rated: G
Commentary: NFNFINEIFRO, this one is so funny. I mean, just look at the title. Also, juniperProse is one of the best authors out there, you are gonna love this one.
Disneyland & Soulmates by anxiousdraco
Summary: Shane Madej is tired of looking at his Mark. He has yet to meet his Other even though he’s 26. So, he saves up his money and catches a flight to LA to get his Mark removed – something that is incredibly frowned upon. When he finds out he is to meet his Other in two hours, he goes to Disneyland. Why? Who knows. But it all works out in the end. // Shyan
Rated: Not Rated (I’d say T)
Commentary: Super cute, one hell of a meet-cute, even if at the beginning is a little bit angsty. Love this fic!
forever by catbrains
Summary: Prompt: “Can I kiss you?”
It’s an urge that comes on suddenly and all-consumingly, like starvation with no hunger to prelude it.
Rated: G
Commentary: In this one, they kiss for the first time and I melted when I first read it. The super poetic and beautiful way the kiss is written haunts me to this night.
The Lube Fic by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: Someone sends Ryan a 55-gallon drum of lube, and Shane finds a good use for it.
Rated: Not rated (M, I think)
Commentary: Like I said before, Joey is the best and he always gives us the best content. This one is hot and funny. Also, it’s in his oneshots anthology, Between a Crucifix and the Hollywood Sign. This fic is so much fun... and has daddy kink, lmao.
Popping Dilemmas by SincerelyLeah
Summary: A late night run and met a late night stranger.
Rated: G
Commentary: This is one of those fics a meet-cute that you just LOVE, and this one is the case for me.
But I would like to, with you by MPhoenix7
Summary: “Maybe I don’t”.
“But I would like to, with you” was left unsaid.
Rated: T
Commentary: As you can see, this little moment marked us all. This one is another take on that, “You don’t know how love works?” little question. It’s also incredible.
in a crowd of thousands by Hugabug
Summary: the parade traveled on,
with the sun in my eyes you were gone
but i knew even then
in a crowd of thousands
i’ll find you
again
Rated: G
Commentary: And as you can see, I love Hugabug’s writing and wonderful AUs. This an Anastasia AU, Ryan is Anastasia and Shane is Dimitri, and this is BEAUTIFUL.
Unsolved by areneecz
Summary: The fluff-fueled antics of Ryan Bergara and Shane Madej.
Rated: M (but not really, is like T)
Commentary: OH THIS ONE. It’s so good, so pure, so cute. Shane calls Ryan “sweetheart” and I just fucking MELTED.
Candid by Planterra
Summary: ”The light shone through the window, hitting the younger’s smooth skin in just the right way. He was glowing. Ethereal. Beautiful, Light in an unworldly sense- and all of him belonged to Shane.“
Rated: E
Commentary: This is such a poetic little thing, in the smut realm also, and so beautiful…
I Only Need One Hand To Drive by gayunsolved
Summary: Ryan Bergara knows what he likes, okay? But he won't tell you if you ask, so don't ask.
(Alternatively, putting the 'size' in fantasize.)
Rated: E
Commentary: AHAHAHA, THIS FIC. So good, so hot, so-- listen, Size Kink it’s my thing and this fic gave me exactly what I wanted.
Oh Well, Oh Well by americanchemicals
Summary: Shane was just a typical demon, adventuring with his boyfriend through different haunted locations. Little did his boyfriend know, but he was there to make sure that nothing sinister hurt his human.
Ryan was just a regular demon, travelling to different haunted locations with his boyfriend for videos. Little did his partner know, but he was also making sure nothing hurt his tall partner.
Rated: M
Commentary: In this one, both of them are demons and it’s amazing, because none has any idea the other is, lmao. I love this fic.
Under no circumstances by Memefaego
Summary: Under no circumstances is Ryan getting in the tub with Shane.
Rated: T
Commentary: I bookmarked this one as “quality content” and that’s what it is. It’s the only fic about that bathrube scene, can you believe that?
things you said in the moonlight. by idkspookystuff
Summary: Ryan invites Shane to spend the night, only he hasn't told his boyfriend he's transgender yet.
or
ryan's trans, he gets his period, and shane loves him despite everything.
Rated: T
Commentary: Such a sweet little fanfic that I love with all my heart. Trans Ryan AU, he and Shane had just started to date and everything is cute.
crossroads by thescrewtapedemos
Summary: It’s not a good idea to try rituals you find on the internet.
Rated: T
Commentary: Ryan’s actions in this fic are horrible in the sense that he thought– he thought nothing had happened and yet, all nightmares come to him and he doesn’t seem to notice, until the nightmare starts getting more and more clear. It’s incredible. I love this fic. It’s short and terrifying.
force at play by historicandgay (dannylawrence)
Summary: Over the decades, the Queen Mary has become filled to the brim with varying spirits and ghosts. Most of them are tired and prefer to keep away from the living. Most of them, that is. On one fateful trip, a young Ryan Bergara gets more than he predicted when a nosy ghost ends up seeing the future he could have with a certain skeptic, if only Ryan could just, ya know, believe in ghosts.
"Everything always came together, perfectly so, whether you meant it to or not, whether you wanted it to or not, no matter how hard people tried to predetermine the answer to every aspect of life, there was always something more."
Rated: Not Rated (I’d say G)
Commentary: Such a sweet fanfic about the ghosts at the Quen Mary, and one in particular that sees Ryan grow.
but still let me tell you that i love who you are by BooyahFordhamYacht
Summary: Ryan says the most wonderful things when there’s no one there to listen yet.Or, five voicemails from Ryan that Shane refuses to delete.
Rated: T
Commentary: A most recent fanfic I read while doing this list, it’s such a little gem. I love it to no end, it made me cry with how sweet and raw it is. I looove it.
Sweaters and Glasses by SincerelyLeah
Summary: It was the middle of September and it was cold in the house.
Rated: M
Commentary: Another smutty piece that I love way too much. I have a thign for glasses, alright, don’t judge me and just read this wonderful fic.
secrets by rycnbergara
Summary: the day after a huge party, ryan’s hungover, to say the least. but he drags himself out to the street festival outside. there, he meets a magician around his age. maybe the best decision he ever made.
Rated: G
Commentary: A great magician never tells his secrets, but this fic needs to be known. I loved it, it’s a lot of fun and something just sweet for when you are feeling down.
i'll hold your hand (but only if you want me to) by cactsu
Summary: “When you, uh… when you called me babe, I… I kind of liked it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I guess I should do it more often, then,” Shane turned to lock eyes with Ryan, something dark and sultry in his eyes. “Babe.”
(basically based on the ‘I’m pretending to be your bf because you looked VERY uncomfortable with that person at the bar hitting on you’ prompt)
Rated: E
Commentary: Aaaaah, the smut in this fandom is just wonderful. And this fic? Amazing, one of my favorites.
the things you do to me (you know them too well) by Catherines_Collections
Summary: He thinks maybe it won’t last, tries not to think too much about the risk their both taking, but he’s going to enjoy it while it does.
Rated: Not Rated (I’d say T)
Commentary: Oh, man. This fic is wonderful, like everything this author ever does. I love it, the narrative is incredible.
the ghosts are screaming by ryan_bergara (ashtronomical_wander)
Summary: "Okay, not gonna lie, I'm still freaking out a bit about this hotel, so erm," Ryan says frantically, eyes shifting around the room in panic. "How about we, er…" he nods towards the bed, before giving Shane a pleading look.
"Wait, are you sure?" Shane blushes a little, not sure if he feels right doing this when Ryan was in such a state just moments ago.
"It'll take my mind off it, come on…"
- Basically -
Ryan has anxiety and Shane is his comfort.
Rated: E
Commentary: Man, I love this fic for the way it portraits their relationship. They are such a good couple and they are still best friends. It’s incredible well done and so hot, too. This smut is in another level for that. Also-- it’s fun, you are gonna smile and laugh reading it.
Flinch by oh-devil (conceit)
Summary: “Holy shit, you are ticklish.”
“Congratulations, you cracked the case.” Shane shot back the rest of his beer and tried to level his best glare at Ryan. “Now fuck off.”
Ryan’s laughter rang out through the trees.
Rated: M
Commentary: There is something special about this fic. I’m not sure what it is, but every fnfic during the Bigfoot hunt is just... blue. And wonderful. I really like this fic for some reason.
Good Enough by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: Shane couldn't stand the idea of Ryan regretting him, and such a regret could start that very night.
Or, both of these boys are massively insecure.
Conrinuation of The Proposal(s) by GhostWheeze and murphy's law by Spoopyy.
Rated: E
Commentary: Joey is back at it again with another wonderful fanfic. This one is a wedding night fic, so imagine that-- It’s amazing, alright. I will always love more some sweet and tender, and loving, errr, love-making, than any other kind of sex. And Joey here did an amazing job.
i think i'm still turning out by the_tenerife_sea
Summary: Shane is starting to think Ryan is using him for his baby, considering how much he’s already talked her up to all of their coworkers and friends.
____
Or the one where Shane is a new parent, and Ryan is always there for him (and his daughter, of course).
Rated: G
Commentary: I love parents AU and this one is just lovely-- I don’t know what happened that people started to post kid fics all at once in the same week, but I’m glad they did. I may not be a big fan of how Shane becomes a single dad, but I really liked this fic.
I Will Follow You Into The Dark by AmazingAida
Summary: Ryan likes looking into Shane’s eyes, so as to not look into the darkness, so as to not let his mind wander.
Rated: E
Commentary: Their relationship in this fic is so deep and beautiful, man. The smut is obviously great, but its the depth of their relationship that makes this fic incredible.
not with you by oMUSEo
Summary: "I'm always scared," Ryan whispers, afraid that if he speaks too loud the moment will be ruined and Shane will wake up and realize he's been hallucinating. That he should go back to his girlfriend who smiles like sunshine and likes her coffee the same way he does because Ryan is just unlucky when it comes to love.
Or when two dorks love each other and don't know how to act.
Rated: T
Commentary: One of the first fics I read and that I loved. Again, the way their relationship develops and the angst around it as it happens, amazing. I love this fic with all my heart.
Shane And Ryan Were Here by WhatWereMadeOf
Summary: “I’m...where are we? Did you just wake up? Are you okay? Jesus fucking Christ I’m so sorry...I’m so sorry Shane...”
When Shane didn’t reply, Ryan opened his eyes to see confusion on the other man’s face. He watched him lift a hand and point to his ear. He spoke slowly, and Ryan’s heart sank into his stomach when no sound came out.
“I can’t hear you.”
Or, Ryan and Shane get abducted and held captive by aliens. Maybe? Probably? There's some debate.
Rated: T
Commentary: This fic is amazing. It’s disturbing and all, but it’s also... kind of fluffy. I love it, to be honest-- It’s the greatest shit. Also-- IT WAS ALIENS, I KNOW IT!
Reluctant Cuddles by skepticalghouligan
Summary: Shane knows it’s his job as a Dom to take care of his boy after a scene. Sometimes he forgets he needs care too.
Rated: G
Commentary: One of the sweetest little things I’ve read in this fandom, especially as someone who loves dom/sub dynamics. This is so important and sweet.
Me & U (Village Bootleg Remix) by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: A possessive, drunk Ryan and a flustered, lovelorn Shane walk into a bar...
Rated: T
Commentary: In which one lowkey wants to punch Ryan for being such a bro, but then you realize he ain’t. This fic is awesome.
The Thing About Submission by skepticalghouligan
Summary: Shane and Ryan have a day to play. So they explore one of Shane's favorite things as a Dom: bottoming.
Rated: E
Commentary: Doms that bottom are the best and of course Dean, king of dom/sub in the shyan fandom, is the right person to write this. Honestly, this fic-- amazing.
Ghosting by Girlwithgoggles
Summary: Shane dies, and Ryan's world falls apart. Then a pen rolls off Ryan's coffee table.
Rated: T
Commentary: Man... You guys sure love your Ghost AU as sad as it comes, this one doesn’t disappoint.
Just Out of Reach by formosus_iniquis
Summary: A variation on the “I asked for your help getting a book off the top shelf and and you laughed at my taste and called me a nerd so I shoved you into a table of nonfiction best-sellers and that’s how we both got banned from the quirky community bookstore” prompt
Rated: T
Commentary: This fic makes me happy. It’s lovely and so well written, the situation it presents it’s also funny and overall, I love it.
while we all pretend to sleep by fructose
Summary: Ryan hears about a town in the Southwest, Shane takes him there.
They drove across the southern point of Nevada over two slow days, traversing that jagged shard of rock and dust with the static from the radio as their soundtrack. It crackled on even as Ryan pressed his hand between Shane’s legs, leaning over as they drove to growl obscene things in his ear. It was the white noise that played on as Ryan jerked Shane off in the back of the van, their bodies pressed close and hot.
Rated: M
Commentary: This fic… is another level of… awesome. I don’t know how to explain it, man. But it has something magical about it. I guess is the fact that I like melancholic and weird things. But it’s really In The Mood, you know.
Fresh Eyes by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: Soulmate au where when you reach 18 you stop aging until you meet your soulmate? After a few years of being roommates (they were roommates through college and then just moved in together afterwards) shane and Ryan realize they've been slowly aging together (Bonus points if one of them realizes first and has to bring it up to the other person)
Rated: T
Commentary: This soulmate AU is such a cute little thing, I love it. It’s like a bunch of wonderful tropes in one well written and perfect fic.
the mustang kids are out by sevencts
Summary: "Do you want to turn back?“
Ryan looks at his hands: Left– clasped around the handle of his pistol, right– clasped around the palm of his lover. "No,” he whispers, taking a deep breath in and coming to meet Shane’s eyes again. He says, in earnest with a twisted smile on his pink lips. “Never.
Rated: M
Commentary: Oh, boy. This is the Bonnie & Clyde AU you never thought you needed until you read this. Short, but I love it. I fucking love it.
what’s the opposite of recruitment? by kinderhook (mrs_nerimon)
Summary: Ryan has a problem with the newest member of his Paranormal Club.
Rated: G
Commentary: In which Ryan has zero common sense and his friends are so tired. This fic is a lot of fun.
i'm just curious by soyicedcoffee
Summary: Ryan thinks, in this moment, as Shane twirls a pen between her fingers idly, that she’s never been so viscerally irritated.
Rated: E
Commentary: Genderswap AU. I never thought I would read one of these over here, but you guys always manage to surprise me in the best ways. This fic is everything. I’m conflicted because Shane reminds me of my crush in the city, who absolutely broke my heart, but man-- this fic is good.
I Think the Ghost Likes You by cactsu
Summary: "Dude, are... are you touching me?"
"...No."
aka shane is bold enough to touch ryan, but not bold enough to admit it.
Rated: T
Commentary: Man, this fic. It’s a lot of fun to read and it has something-- the tease of them being together, I guess. It has a great ending, but seriously all that part about the ghost wanting to feel up Ryan, Jesus fucking Christ-- that’s great.
Not Safe For Work by doctorkaitlyn
Summary: Of all the many, many meetings Ryan has had to sit through since becoming a full-fledged Buzzfeed employee, this one is probably the most painful, for exactly three reasons.
1) It's not even eight thirty yet, and his coffee has yet to kick in and wake him up.
2) Zack is on his left watching a muted stream of last night’s Warriors and Lakers game, which is nearly impossible to look away from.
3) Shane is on his right, and one of his huge hands has been planted just above Ryan’s knee almost from the moment he first sat down.
(Or, having sex in a sound booth during work hours probably isn't appropriate workplace conduct, even for Buzzfeed, but that doesn't stop Ryan and Shane.)
Rated: E
Commentary: Listen, these men are killing me and in this fic? Holy shit Shane is a smooth son of a bitch and I love him. And also, Ryan, dear-- wow.
The Conjuring by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: Omg yes...write a conjuring fic pls.
Rated: M
Commentary: I’m in love with AU. it’s so interesting and well written. It’s not the movie(s) but its own piece put in the universe of the movies. It’s incredible.
transgender dysphoria blues by ficfucker
Summary: shane and ryan find themselves in new hampshire to film an episode
and get a bit sidetracked in the process
Rated: E
Commentary: Trans Shyan. I’m in love with this fic, even though it’s kind of sad as the name suggested. It has something very special that I think speaks to many people. Shane is such-- I don’t know how to say this. But he is amazing and so is Ryan, and I love this fic.
two bros chilling in a sleeping bag by nastyboy (orphan_account)
Summary: “Dude. Dude. Shane. You gotta let me sleep in your sleeping bag.”
Shane rolls over. “”There- it’s a one-person bag.”
Rated: M
Commentary: I love this kind of dirty stuff, don’t judge me. Honestly, bless the authors of our fandom.
Revolutionary Road by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: can i request a shyan fic where the two get into a fight??? im in the mood for angst i guess lol. thank u!!!!
Rated: T
Commentary: Bro, this fic is... wow. A very interesting ghost story, passt lifes and possessions. It’s truly an amazing fanfic.
you get me closer to god by sessrumnir
Summary: Ryan wants to experiment. Shane is more than happy to comply.
Rated: E
Commentary: Also bless this fandom for writing such good Dom/Sub dynamics and in such different ways from one another, for making their relationship so deep and their trust so big, that’s love. This fic is wonderful. And hot.
And Then You by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: amazingaida asked: heya! same AmazingAida from ao3, I decided to check out your tumblr and I'm in love with it ngl <3 so, since i'm here, concept: ryan wearing shane's shirts bc shane is a very tol bean and just ryan wearing them when he gets scared for comfort and just ahhhh
Rated: T
Commentary: I have a Thing(tm) for Ryan wearing Shane’s clothes, and apparently, so does Shane. I love this little fic, it’s not only adorable, but sexy.
Honey by spectr
Summary: Alternatively: Ryan Bergara seizes the moment.
Rated: M
Commentary: Well, this is one of the sexiest things. And it’s not smut. Also, this fic is so poetic and aesthetically pleasing, I love it.
Ugly Sweater by skepticalghouligan
Summary: Shane hates the holidays. Specifically this holiday because he lost a bet. And the sweater is awful.
Rated: G
Commentary: Christmas fluff is always good and this fic is everything. Besides, ugly sweaters? My aesthetic.
Bloodflows by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: "Shane scoffed; the Force, the Jedi, balance, order, none of it made sense to him. It was too difficult to believe that there was some cosmic power responsible for ensuring the stability of the galaxy. He knew better than anyone what a joke that was. The cosmos were a boiling cauldron of chaos, wild and uncontrolled."
or
Shane discovers he has a power that could give him everything he wants, if he'll only let it.
Rated: Not Rated (T)
Commentary: Listen, I never knew I would need a Star Wars AU, but as it turns out-- I do. This idea of scruffy looking smuggler Shane and believer in the force Ryan is everything I’ve wanted. I love this fic a lot.
The Potion by 1967VivalaKITT
Summary: Basically Shane gets a love potion from a sketchy lady off the street, he puts it in Ryan's water gun and then accidents happen.
Rated: Not Rated (G)
Commentary: Listen, a love potion fic that is not used for sex it’s a big oportunity one can’t let go. I love casual magic in fics and this one is wonderful at it.
But if it's Not Right (What Can I Do?) by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: Ryan Bergara, host of True Crime on Buzzfeed Radio, attracts the wrong person's attention.
A twisted version of Pichiba's radio!au.
Rated: T
Commentary: I LOVE FUCKED UP SHIT, and this one is one of the bests in the fandom. For real, I love this AU and I love how well Joey wrote the sick part of it all. The ending just jfbnfdinfir gave me the chills, it’s damn amazing.
Let's just forget the Hollywood rules by tearupthesky
Summary: Ryan rolls his chair closer to Shane. "Did you hear that, man?" he says under his breath. "That dog hates me, did you hear it growl at me? It almost took my fucking hand off! It could smell the curse. It recognized me with its primordial wolf senses."
"It's a fucking labradoodle," Shane says.
Rated: T
Commentary: Ryan is such a smooth motherfucker in this fic, I love it. There’s a part in which Shane makes a playlist for the main event of the fic and it’s just so fucking funny to read. I love this fic.
It's a Ghost (Snake) by skepticalghouligan
Summary: Ryan's been courting the oblivious Shane for months. Jen comes up with a surefire way to win him over.
Rated: G
Commentary: I’m a sucker for fics with pets, and this one is so sweet-- Ryan is the best, and he deserves all the kisses.
Unconventional by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: …In that moment, [Shane] can’t find an elegant way to ask, “Hey, you’re exceptionally healthy, have a great personality and are well-educated. Want to be my baby’s daddy?”
Or
Shane and Ryan take an unconventional path to parenthood.
Rated: E
Commentary: Trans!Shane. This is one of my favorite fics in the fandom. I just love it, the whole of it, and it explores parenthood for transmen. The author is trans himself and a wonderful person, so they know what they are talking about and I just– he is the author I respect the most right now.
pray to stay by halfwheeze
Summary: Prompt! Okay, imagine this: Shane and Ryan are investigating a house infested with demons, right? And the demons are like 'damn aren't they just cuter than a kitten in a basket?' So they start to purposefully scare Ryan in order to give him and Shane a proper push in the right direction!
Rated: Not Rated (T)
Commentary: This small weird fanfic deserves much more love,it’s so original and just-- so good. I love the POV and the strange story. It’s great.
getting late to give you up by middlecyclone
Summary: Nobody ever becomes a ghost the easy way.
Rated: T
Commentary: The ghost chick in this fic is everything More seer!Shane for the soul.
Mission: Brave New World by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: The Federation's rise to power had started years ago. When the great energy-producing deserts were destroyed, the world powers that depended on them collapsed. And in their wake, the Federation began to rise.
The Federation united all of South America under one banner, and devoured everything in its path as it moved relentlessly to the north. After turning ODIN against us, the Federation stood on the doorstep of America, poised for the kill.
They thought we were weak, crippled; prey waiting to be taken. We fought hard and we fought well. We fought them to a bloody stalemate. And here, just beyond the craters of "No Man's Land", we find ourselves in a defensive war against a more powerful enemy.
Rated: M
Commentary: Ah, man. The racism exposed in this fic is something else, and the way Ryan is written... wow. I love this fic, it’s very cool and interesting, and the boys are badass. And they sort of get married, I love it.
First Anniversary by skepticalghouligan
Summary: Shane's distracted, it's their first anniversary and Ryan doesn't even seem to remember.
Rated: G
Commentary: Such a sweet fic from a very amazing author that I love. I’m a sucker for established relationship fluff and this fic gave me al I need.
Might As Well Fall by middlecyclone
Summary: “I don’t trust this house,” Ryan says. “Something is really, really wrong here.”
Rated: M
Commentary: Fuck, this fic is amazing. It’s one of the best horror fics I’ve read, and while it’s not-- it’s not really scary or something, the tension it builds and the way it shows the boys’ feelings and relationship is incredible well done.
boys and their toys by ficfucker
Summary: some trans!shane for the soul
Rated: E
Commentary: Trans!Shane. I really like the way the writer made their relationship and Shane’s POV is veeery good.
ghosts can't pick up power drills (probably) by anarchetypal
Summary: “What you’re suggesting is that we have sex in the exact spot where a dude was once brutally murdered with a power drill. That is what you’re suggesting to me right now.”
Shane throws up his hands. “Well, sure, when you say it like that, it sounds ridiculous.”
Rated: M
Commentary: Alright, this fic is a lot of fun and I enjoyed it a lot when I read it for the first time. Shane is such a litle shit, it’s amazing.
Would U Be So Kind ? by Lizjames
Summary: There stood Shane Madej with his signature grin on his face
Ryan’s heart sped up and he groaned.
Or
Ryan has feelings, and he doesn’t really know what they are and how to process them.
Rated: T
Commentary: Another poetic piece that blowed me away. The relationship between them is so wonderful and pure, and there is a lot of pool time involved.
breathe for me, baby by literalmetaphor
Summary: Shane loves seeing Ryan freak out.
But not like this.
Rated: T
Commentary: Protective Shane is my favorite Shane, and this fic builds the tension of what will happen at the end pretty good. It’s a very good story.
Maybe, Kinda by babbyspanch
Summary: Ryan is having a tough day. Okay, tough week. Alright it's been a tough few months but he's got it handled okay? He's handed over the editing of Unsolved to a team and now... well he's still distracted, but he's trying.
But, Shane just makes it really hard to focus.
Rated: G
Commentary: Such a sweet fic, man. I love the fluff in this... and the pining!
On Longing and Other Contrite Bullshit by sunshinewinchesters
Summary: All Shane can ever do is long for his ghost-fearing best friend, and apparently be angsty about it until something finally happens.
Rated: T
Commentary: More pining for the soul, and some more deep POVs that sound like poetry, this time from Shane’s view. Also, this fic talks about my city in such good light, I had to love it a bit more.
Removing the Mask by skepticalghouligan
Summary: Shane doesn't believe in luck. But even he has to admit it's a damn good coincidence that he got stuck sleeping in the same bed as Ryan that night.
Rated: G
Commentary: Kids, sometimes when we want to be funny, we end up almost giving our crush a heartattack. But for real, this fic is super tender and I love it.
Panem et Circenses by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: “As a reminder that even the strongest among you cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, on this, the third Quarter Quell games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors from each district-”
Shane felt his world fall away. A cold numbness coursed through his body. His heart leapt in his throat while his stomach dropped to his feet. If not for Ryan beside him, he would have given into his urge to vomit.
Rated: M
Commentary: I was never a Hunger Games kind of girl but I did read the books, this crossover is super interesting and holy shit, it’s savage as fuck. I love it.
~ Multichapters
Someone to Stay by carrieonfighting
Summary: Ryan can't sleep at night, and Shane is an enigma
Rated: T
Chapters: 2/2
Commentary: Oh, man. This two-chapters fic is something else. There is a part in which Ryan puts holy water on Shane’s coffee because he can’t believe the things that are happening between them. The denial is real. Also, it’s just very good.
Me and You by SaturnineMartial
Summary: "Have you ever thought about getting married?""That's a loaded question if I ever heard one.""Never mind, forget I said anything."
Rated: M
Chapters: 2/2
Commentary: The start of a series I’m very interested in. This lovely fic has all I love in my fluff: love, cuteness, marriage proposals and sweet lovemaking.
Foolish Mortal by ghostwheeze
Summary: After a demon encounters a teenage Ryan Bergara on-board the Queen Mary, the spirit decides to follow the entertaining boy around, eventually possessing a vessel to spend even more time with the kid. When they both land their own show where they investigate the paranormal, the demon - Shane - takes glee in watching Ryan try to interact with spirits. If only he knew there was one right next to him.
Rated: T
Chapters: 8/8
Commentary: I will be forever in love with this fic and that one chapter when we got Ryan’s POV and we saw how he came into an understanding of who Shane is, and then-- he found out the truth. This is an mazing fic, a classic in the fandom, and you HAVE to read it.
Oblivion by InkStainsOnMyHands
Summary: Tragic consequences typically follow when a god falls in love with a human. Typically...
Based on the comment:"My theory is that Shane is the devil and was just super bored. Then one day he chanced upon a poor scared Ryan and thought “this is pretty fun” and now follows him to supernatural sights to have a giggle at his expense. But that’s also why they never capture anything on video, because the evil spirits and demons know Shane for who he really is and are too afraid to mess with him."
Rated: E
Chapters: 3/3
Commentary: One of the best AUs out there. Since the beginning, it traps you into the narrative and the way Shane is characterized. The story between him and Ryan is beautiful, this is literally soulmates without it being an AU, they are damn mean to be. This fic is the literal meaning of eternal love.
The Great Heist Of Shane Madej by Cat (ActualBuckyBarnes)
Summary: Have you ever wanted to run away?
Ryan Bergara, local troublemaker and scoundrel, has his whole world turned upside down when he finds out that his best friend, Shane Madej, is being abused by his parents. Ryan spends the next four years of his life trying to get Shane away from his family - but what happens when they finally make it?
A story about being lost, and then being found again.
Rated: M
Chapters: 3/3
Commentary: While I haven’t finished reading this because life is kicking my ass, I’m enjoying it a lot. As an abuse survivor, these are nice things to read.
You're Just What I Needed by doctorkaitlyn
Summary: In which Ryan and Shane first meet (and make out) at a party on the final day of the semester, officially fall for each other over the course of a summer spent two thousand miles apart, and then make out some more, all while having spirited debates about ghosts, cryptids, and whether or not Medieval Times is awesome.
(Spoiler alert: they agree to disagree on all of the above.)
Rated: T
Chapters: 3/3
Commentary: This fic is lovely and warm, I love the way their relationship starts and how it develops as the chapters keep going. It’s a lot of fun to read.
The Ghost Of You Is Close To Me by skepticseptic
Summary: Character A is a spirit medium that has the ability to see and communicate with spirits – the problem with this is that Character A has started to develop a crush on Character B, one of the friendlier spirits that comes to visit Character A.
Rated: T
Chapters: 2/2
Commentary: While this may not have a proper happy ending, I still think it’s happy and sweet. Ghost Shane is… adorable. You’ll see.
Don’t Want it Troubling Your Mind by Crimsonflowerz
Summary: Shane Madej really liked Ryan Bergara. He was funny, a joy to mess with, and took his brand of teasing pretty well. He would consider him a friend, kind of. But when the team goes to investigate the Franklin Castle for ghosts, Shane gets more than he bargained for, and the results could cost him his friendship with Ryan.
Rated: T
Chapters: 7/7
Commentary: One thing that makes this fic so original in its own is the fact that it has such a… charming demon. Anael is fuckig funny, he a bitch-- but so funny. He is evil and you hate him for doing all he does to Shane, the way he plays with his mind, and the three final chapters are just– horrible. But yeah, this fic.. it’s gooood. Also, ace!Shane.
Office Space by skepticalghouligan
Summary: The construction really was only supposed to take a few weeks on Ryan’s office. And it would have - it was a simple expansion and paint job. That was, until Shane Madej got brought onto the project. It only took two days (and three near misses) for Ryan to believe Shane may be trying to kill him. But could it be something else?
Rated: E
Chapters: 19/19
Commentary: Like I said before, this author is one of my favorites and in part it’s because of how well planned and build his fics are. This wonderful story is such a funny yet deep AU I love with all I am.
Hey, nude by y00ti
Summary: Shane drunkenly tries to send a nude to some guy he met on tinder. It doesn’t go as planned.
Rated: Not Rated (I would say T)
Chapters: 3/3
Commentary: I had so much fun reading this fic. I first read it here on tumblr and soon the author posted it on AO3 and it’s glorious. All the pining and the sexual tension... You will laugh a lot.
The Department of Unsolved Cases by trailsofpaper (Sanwall)
Summary: Ryan Bergara hasn’t been an FBI agent for long, but he’s seen enough inexplicable things during his career to know there’s more to the world than meets the eye. He comes up against the stubbornly skeptic Shane Madej, head of the Unsolved Cases department - the basement where low-priority cases go to die.
The case of possible alien abductions and UFO sightings become top-priority very soon however, and Ryan starts to think that maybe Shane has a reason for wanting to stay on the Unsolved Cases even though he used to have a very promising FBI career in front of him.
Come to think of it, maybe Ryan also has his reasons for wanting to stay by Shane’s side even when things get rocky.
Rated: M
Chapters: 10/10
Commentary: I’m on chapter three of this one, and so far, so good. It’s a great adaptation of The X Files and the boys characterization is very good. I’m liking it a lot…
Lost Buttons by Trash4bears
Summary: They have somewhat platonic sex in a haunted place it's as simple as that
Rated: E
Chapters: 3/3
Commentary: There’s nothing platonic about this fanfic, lmao. It’s hot, super dirty, but hot. Chapter three has some of the best positions I’ve read ina while. And dialogues are amazing.
Maelstrom by thewindupbird
Summary: Here’s the thing about driving halfway across the country to see someone. You can’t really deny, after that, that you’re pretty much head over heels for them.
Rated: E
Chapters: 11/11 (complete)
Commentary: Again, I haven’t finished this fic but everyone loves it and I trust the fandom’s good taste. Beides, I read the series before this fic, and they are amazing. I can’t wait to have time and read this; but so far (chapter 4), it’s really good. I aspire to be this good.
#shyan#skeptic believer#buzzfeed unclean#shyanlibrary#dailyshyan#mine#my recs#bfu#fanfictions#fic recs#otp: we took an oath#ugh#fuck you tumblr you fucked it up#i wanted everything in one fucking post#uughhhh#and i think i will have to make a aprt iii#uuugh#i hate this#nina reads all shyan fanfics 2k18#the ultimate list
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Category: Gen
Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types ; Pocket Monsters: Sun & Moon | Pokemon Sun & Moon Versions
Characters: Gladio | Gladion ; Sauboh | Faba ; Suiren | Lana ; Buoysel | Buizel ; Silvady | Silvally ; Type: Null (Pokemon) ; Ashimari | Popplio ; Original Pokemon Trainer(s) ; Hau (Pokemon) ; Wicke (Pokemon)
Additional Tags: AU, Alternate Universe, Pokemon Ranger, Trans boy Gladion
Shortly after the events of Ultra Wormholes mysteriously opening up all throughout the islands of Alola and the sudden departure of Lusamine and her daughter, Lillie, the islands have settled down back to their calm, usual state. Of course, things can’t stay quiet for that long. With the arrival of a new, mysterious person who goes by the name of Ara, things seem to take quite an odd turn.
Ara seems benign at first, putting on water shows for the entertainment of the people, drawing in a young water-type trainer’s attention quite quickly. That’s not all the attention they have drawn, though. Ara has also captured the harsh gaze of Gladion, who’s quick to doubt this new arrival. Questioning this arrival, Gladion winds up getting himself wound up into a much bigger ordeal than he had ever intended to.
Chapter 1 Under Cut
Water bubbles floated through a street of Hau’oli city, drifting above buildings and into the clear skies of the shining day. They glowed with all sorts of colours- blue, pink, purple, and even green, casting small shadows downwards onto the pavement below. People watched in awe from all over the streets, staring at the bubbles as they glided through the air. Some people attempted to poke at them, causing the bubbles to jiggle slightly as they floated around.
Some simply snacked on food and watched with curiosity, while other groups of people continued to stroll through the street, only paying slight attention to the bubbles. Pokemon watched as well, and one especially friendly popplio had prodded at a bubble with its nose from its trainer’s arms, only to wind up showering them both with water when the bubble popped. Both the trainer and the popplio giggled quietly, not minding at all.
At the centre of it all stood, or rather, swam a singular person. People watched in awe as this person swam through a massive bubble of water that floated through the air, doing tricks and passing between other nearby bubbles. A buizel swam by the side of this person, aiding them with their tricks. A pair of kirlia sat near the bottom of the bubbles, eyes closed, focusing hard on keeping the bubbles afloat with their psychic powers.
The massive bubble split apart into a pair of drill-like bodies that floated around each other like a spiral. The performer flashed a bright grin towards their buizel that swam parallel to them. Buizel flashed a grin right back, suddenly taking off with a blast through the spiral of water. Within a moment, the enby followed buizel’s guide, swimming hard up through their spiral of water. Their shining necklace pressed against their neck, their deep blue hair flowing behind them like ribbons.
With one final kick, the performer and buizel broke through the top of the water spiral in unison, showering dazzling droplets of water all around them like diamonds raining from the sky. Each was suspended in the air for mere moments, then both the enby and buizel fell backwards into a pair of newly reshaped bubbles of water. The bubbles stood frozen in the air for less than a second, before both converted back into something resembling a drill, rocketing towards each other.
The water drills flew right by each other, allowing just enough room for buizel and the performer to narrowly miss each other. They then quickly shot upwards, in such a way that cast both Ara and buizel directly out of them and into the open air.
The two rocketed through the air and towards the ground at an amazing speed, particles of water glimmering all around them through their descent. With a silent shift in the air (thanks to some assistance from the kirlia), the performer and buizel landed spectacularly on their feet in the centre of it all; bubbles, people, pokemon- everything. Their faces shined with the glow of joy, looking out over the crowds that had stopped to watch.
Everything stood silent, as if waiting for a reaction to happen… and it did. The thunderous sounds of clapping erupted from the crowd- it was clapping of both people and Pokemon. Grins covered faces, eyes shown with stars of awe. The performer and buizel dipped in a low bow, both silently chuckling to themselves. It wasn’t anything sinister, rather, it was laughter caused by joy.
From the edge of the crowds stood a single trainer, blonde hair covering the right side of his face, and something that resembled a scowl was his painted expression. It was really just a resting bitch face, but that’s besides the point. With his clothing bearing several rips and being mainly coloured black or red, he stuck out from the crowd quite well. It further didn’t help that he was incredibly recognisable as the head of the Aether Foundation’s son. Of course, the massive, seven-and-a-half-foot tall dog-like creature standing right next to him further made him stick out. Let’s just say there was no way he at least didn’t earn himself a few glances, and especially didn’t avoid the look of the performer.
Gladion, said trainer, had been walking through Hau’oli City in order to get to Iki Town to visit someone who he had slowly come to recognise as his friend. While he could have easily avoided walking through the occupied street in Hau’oli, he felt the urge to check for trouble. Massive attractions seemed to be a popular strategy for stirring up some form of drama lately, especially with the three annoyances from Team Rocket around. Also silvally, his partner and dog, seemed really curious about all the bubbles. He had taken off before Gladion could do anything about it to see what was happening, and didn’t listen when Gladion attempted to call him back. Gladion had no choice but to follow. So there they were, at the edge of the crowd, watching a water performance.
Silvally prodded one of the bubbles with his head, causing it to jiggle slightly before it floated away. Within moments, a loud snap echoed from the centre of the crowd, and all the bubbles shattered beautifully. Silvally’s head flinched backwards slightly, surprised by the bubble shattering.
Gladion, who had little care for the water show, didn’t think much of the bubbles popping. Rather, the person in the centre of it all is what drew his attention at that point. Were they there to stir up any trouble? Were they apart of a new evil organization? Who were they?
Gladion’s attention suddenly snapped to a patch that was sewn neatly onto the person’s swimsuit. It was some sort of symbol, it resembled something of a wave… were they apart of some organization?!
In that moment, Gladion could faintly hear the voice of his sister, Lillie, in the back of his head telling him not to worry so much. Okay, so maybe the symbol wasn’t actually anything. Yet on the off chance…
Without realizing it, the person and Gladion’s eyes had met for a mere second. The person lifted their hand in a half wave to him, grinning awkwardly. A few folks in the crowd glances back to Gladion in that moment, a few of them almost immediately looking away. Whether they were startled by Gladion’s emo appearance or Silvally though, it wasn’t all that tellable.
On the other side of the crowd, a small girl, maybe around the age of 12, pushed her way through it to attempt to get to the centre. She wore a determined look on her face, eyes poised on the performer. She wore simple clothing, large blue pants and a white crop top with a dark swimsuit underneath. A popplio followed behind her, wearing a look that closely resembled that of the trainer’s. Two little girls that closely resembled the trainer watched her from the front of the crowd.
The performer looked like they were just about to say something before the trainer that emerged from the crowd snapped up their hand in her own, head facing downwards. Within that exact moment, the entire crowd seemed to have stood still, air filling with static.
The static shattered with the next movement; the trainer’s head snapped up, an intense look blazing in her eyes.
“Please, teach me how you did that!” she exclaimed, her voice cracking unevenly half way through her phrase.
“H-huh?” The enby seemed to be taken aback by the girl’s plead, a startled look clearly framed on their face. “Teach you?”
The trainer nodded, her blue hair puffing out unevenly. She was biting her lower lip, nervously looking into the performer’s eyes. “Please!”
“I-I don’t really know if I can do that kid,” they responded slowly, casting a glance from the trainer to the popplio, which held the same look as its trainer. They awkwardly looked to the side, “I’m not much of a teacher.”
That answer was more than obviously unsatisfactory to the trainer that clutched the enby’s hand. Her determined look didn’t die out, though, as it continued to shine in her eyes behind her nervous expression.
“Ah… um..” The performer’s startled look slowly faded to looking more awkward than anything. Looking into the trainer that held their hand’s eyes, that glow, that will… they melted into it. There was no way they could resist or deny that sort of look; it would have been an impossible feat to do so. “A-alright,” they choked out. “I guess.. I can teach you.”
The trainer’s expression, upon hearing the first words of the performer’s sentence, lit up like a chandelier.
“Thank you, than-” Her sentence was cut off early with the sudden, stiff aura that surrounded the performer as their head turned upwards, looking out towards the ocean. Their hand went limp, gently moving up to their ear where a small earpiece was hardly visible. Their fingers hovered over it, as their pupils shifted into pinpricks, awkwardly scanning over the water.
The crowd stood still in silence once again, watching the enby. Some were confused, some were concerned, others were thinking that this sudden shift of events was quite odd. Slowly, but carefully, the performer’s hand lowered down. They cast a glance towards the trainer, quietly murmuring and apology to her, saying that they’d need to meet up later.
They quickly dashed over and grabbed their backpack off the ground, the pair of kirlia hoping down just before. Buizel watched cautiously, following behind the performer. They slung the backpack over their shoulder, quickly calling out, “I need to go!”
The performer quickly broke through the crowd of people that had once surrounded them, dashing off at an amazing speed. Buizel ran at their side, its pupils the same pinpricks of its owners. Where they were going? Most of Alola had yet to receive the news at that point, yet just off the coast of the eastern side of the Melemele Island there was a ship that had just been reported attacked by a group of jellicent. The performer was told the situation wasn’t that serious, yet it could quickly elevate from the current moment.
Why was the performer, of all people, going to stop the jellicent? Well, the answer is simple; they, Ara Blanche, are the head of a special water division of Pokemon rangers from a far-off region, and they were currently in Alola due to an odd rise in attacks from the ocean waters.
#gladion#pokemon#pokemonsunandmoon#pokemonsun#pokemonmoon#pkmn#gladionpkmn#pkmngladion#fanfic#fanfiction#pokemon fanfic#silvally#popplio#buizel#lana#lana pokemon#trail captain lana#pkmn sumo#pkmn usum#ultra sun and ultra moon#ultra sun#ultra moon#pokemon ultra sun and ultra moon#chrys writes#pokemon ranger#pokemon fanfiction#ara#oc ara#ara blanche#skjhjk obvious heavy inspiration from temple of the sea in this lol
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The Evolvement of Jesse McCree
Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Eventual McHanzo, maybe others
Warnings/tags: Slowburn, violence, disability, werewolves, loss of limbs (arm), werewolf!McCree, alternate universe, lazy editing
Characters (in this chapter): McCree, Gabriel, Ana, Hanzo, Genji
Summary: Jesse McCree has big plans to open a diner, but an attack by a vicious animal leaves him injured, and forces him to pick up where he left off. But Jesse quickly discovers that learning to recover and get on with his life is the least of his problems.
A/N: Bear with me. I’m rusty, and a bit new to writing Overwatch fic.
Chapter One
Although the key fits, it takes a bit of elbow grease to get the door open. Jesse McCree shifts his stance, leans forward, and shoves his shoulder against the door. He does this twice. The first time with a curse, the second with a grin as it finally gives way and swings open.
He takes a step inside the building, coughing slightly as he inhales several years’ worth of settled dust.
“Christ,” Gabriel Reyes says next to him, thumb and index finger pinching his own nostrils shut. “What the hell is that smell?”
“Yeah,” Jesse chuckles, rubbing absently at the back of his neck. “Ripe, ain’t it? Got a bit of a kick to it.”
The two of them step further inside the building, fanning at the air, and looking over the place. It was a popular diner at one time, Kept up with the hustle and bustle of the years before him. Built in the 50s, but with an 80s feel to it. If he closes his eyes, Jesse can imagine the diner full of people. Good food, good conversation. Friends and family. All it needed was a bit of organizing, a shitload of cleaning, and it’d be as good as new.
“You sure you want to do this, kid?”
“Relax, pop,” Jesse says. He reaches over to pat his father on the shoulder. Gabriel wasn’t his actual father, but he’d taken care of Jesse as if he were his own. In fact, if it hadn’t been for Gabriel’s signature on that co-signer line, Jesse wouldn’t even be standing in this rundown diner, planning for its grand opening, and his future.
“Running a business is a lot to take on. We could always just sell it.”
“Barely let the ink dry, and you’re already counting me out, huh?”
“It’s not that.” Gabriel walks over to one of the tables, and fiddles with a section of chipped laminate on its surface. “There’s something off about this place. Rubs me the wrong way.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Jesse replies. “Other than it being a shit hole right now. Couple weeks, I’ll get her all fixed up, and you’ll be singing a different tune.”
“You know, most twenty-five year olds would rather be out chasing tail than taking on the restaurant business.”
“Well, I ain’t most twenty-five year olds, am I?”
Gabriel snickers, scratching at the hair along his chin. “Yeah, you damn sure ain’t.” He looks around the diner, dark eyes narrowing at all the work that needs to be done to get the place in order. “Well, then. Where do we start?”
Jesse walks toward the bar, lifting up the part of the counter that will allow him access behind it. It pulls from its hinges, rusty screws sticking out of the lower portion of the countertop like long, stained teeth.
“Hell, I reckon’ anywhere.”
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, Jesse thinks as he stares at the mountain of trash scattered around the diner’s dumpster. He thought he was doing a good deed by feeding a couple of stray dogs the rest of his lunch. But they clearly weren’t satisfied with his offerings and went digging around in the garbage, pulling trash bags out with their teeth, and leaving the mess strewed around the back of the restaurant.
“Damn, mutts,” he mutters, crouching down to pick up some of the mess. He supposes it could have been worse. The diner isn’t open yet, which means the dumpster is only filled with the garbage he and Gabriel have dragged out of the diner for the past six weeks. Picking up shards of broken wood, and the occasional Twinkie wrapper was better than having to pick up spoiled food.
It’s probably time for him to head home. The sun went down hours ago. But knowing that he was just a few short weeks away from the diner’s grand opening keeps him there after hours. He still has so much to do. The interior and exterior are mostly done, but there’s still the matter of hiring people. He doesn’t know the first thing about that, but it has to be done. Can’t run a restaurant all by himself.
A spring breeze blows past, cooling sweat slicked skin, and rustling the leaves of the many trees in the wood directly behind the diner. With a handful of shredded plastic, Jesse stands up, tilts his head back and stares upward. It’s a full moon tonight, big and beautiful, like a giant pearl smack dab in the middle of the sky. Clouds sail past, like puffs of cotton. The leaves rustle again, and that’s a bit peculiar.
There’s no breeze.
He tosses the plastic into the bin, and wipes his hands on the thighs of stained jeans. The rustling continues, leaves smacking against one another, pulling his attention away from the remainder of the mess he needs to pick up.
“You mutts get on outta’ here now,” Jesse calls into the woods. “Go on now, get.” He turns, facing the woods, trying to spot one of the dogs.
The rustling stops immediately, leaving an eerie silence behind. Jesse takes off his hat, and scratches at the skin above his right eyebrow. It’s difficult to be sure. Trees and moonlight have the habit of casting shadows, and tricking the eye. But he’s certain he sees one of the dogs next to one of the trees. He narrows his eyes, makes out its form crouched low, head bowed, sniffing at the tree’s trunk.
“Hey.” He slams his hand against the trash bin a few times, strong palm smacking against metal, the sound loud in the quietness of night. “I said scram. Stop sniffing around. I ain’t got nothin’ left for you.”
The dog raises its head, muzzle incredibly long and extended. Maybe it’s the moonlight. It has to be the moonlight. Its eyes seem to glow, a startlingly bright yellow, pupils big and black, centered in the middle of its irises. It opens its mouth, teeth like sharpened porcelain, long and white. It lets out a low growl, deep and guttural. The most threatening, terrifying sound a dog could ever make.
And then it raises up on its hind legs.
And Jesse realizes, eyes wide, staring at the large hunch of a back, and the long hanging arms, that whatever that thing is standing next to the tree, it sure as hell isn’t a dog. It’s not. It just isn’t.
“Aw, hell… Fuck!”
Jesse bolts, boots pounding against the ground, legs carrying him as fast as he can go. He hears the animal racing after him. The thing that definitely is not a dog is closing in on him, moving at speeds no animal should be able to run. He reaches the diner’s back door, throws it open, and rushes inside. But it’s all futile. He’s not quick enough. The animal is right behind him, slams its strong, furry body into the center of his back, causing him to fall forward.
Jesse screams. Claws tear at his shirt, his back, and pierce his flesh. The animal is a weight upon him, sharp teeth digging into his shoulder, breaking skin, and drawing blood. He feels heat where he’s been bitten, so hot he can’t stand it. It paralyzes him, leaves him unable to move, only scream as the animal continues to attack him.
The pain is unbearable.
He doesn’t feel it when the creature forces him onto his injured back, and snatches away his left arm with his teeth, severing it completely from the bone. But he knows it’s happening, can only yell for help, and even that’s in vain because there’s no one there to hear him. There’s nothing he can do but wait for his inevitable death. To silently apologize and ask for forgiveness from the people he’s hurt in his past. To apologize to Gabriel for not sticking around long enough to make him proud. If he’d known he was going to die tonight from being attacked by a beast in the diner he worked so hard for, maybe he would have done things differently.
“Hindsight,” he whispers, and follows with a depressed chuckle. So this is how it ends, scared and alone, unfeeling, and at someone, something, else’s hand. Well, yeah. That sounds about right for him.
He closes his eyes, and waits for the creature to finish him off. He’s lost so much blood that his vision begins to blur. “At least I won’t see it coming,” he murmurs, the room spinning around him. He blinks at a space on the floor where there’s nothing but blood where his arm should be.
The animal howls, the sound so loud it rattles the new glass windows. Not the windows, he thinks when it howls again. He hopes they don’t shatter. They cost so damn much. So much money for some fucking windows. He can no longer open his eyes. His body lies motionless on the floor, waiting for the creature to deliver the final blow.
“At least I won’t see it,” he says again.
And then… darkness.
He doesn’t come to all at once. Instead it’s in snapshots, Gabriel shouting his name, the blaring alarm of sirens, the hushed murmur of voices. He’s moving, the ground several feet below him. Then darkness. He comes to again. Latex glove covered hands, blood soaked bandages, and a clear, plastic tube resting gently across his face. Darkness. Bright lights now. White halls. People in scrubs rushing up and down the halls. A child crying. Maybe an adult? Someone asks him for his name. He can’t answer.
“Jesse,” he hears Gabriel shouting his name. Must be serious. Gabriel hardly ever calls him by his first name, unless he’s in trouble. Did he do something wrong?
“You can’t come in here, sir,” someone replies.
Gabriel’s shouting now. Arguing and throwing around curses. Jesse hears the word ‘security’ screamed, and the scuffle of a fight.
“Calm down, pop,” he whispers, wishing he could say it louder, but he doesn’t have the energy, or the strength. Darkness again.
Brown eyes flutter open. He’s awake. More importantly, he’s alive. Now it’s just the matter of figuring out where he is. A room. Dimly lit. The diner maybe? Nah, it’s not the diner. Too small. Doesn’t smell like fresh paint. Home? Nope. Doesn’t smell like vanilla candles stunted by the scent of stale cigars. A television. That’s nice. A bit small, though. Chair next to the bed. Looks leather, but it’s probably not. Big ole’ white erase board on the wall inquiring about rates of pain. Ah, well, that clears things up.
A hospital.
He sits up, winces, and lies back down. His back aches, stings. He reaches up to survey the damage, except there’s nothing where his hand should be. Or his arm for that matter. They’re both gone. Vanished. Zilch. Zip. Nada. Nothing.
He screams, his only other arm gripping at the bandages wrapped around his elbow. Someone runs into his room, holding him, tells him to calm down. She has a nice, soothing voice. Old woman with silver, whitish hair that reminds him of Christmas tree tinsel.
“Calm down. Calm down.” She puts an arm on his chest, pinning him down against the bed. “All right. Easy now. You’re okay.”
“My arm’s gone,” Jesse says, frantic and shock making his words break. “It’s gone.”
“But you’re alive,” she says. “You’re here. Breathing. Do you understand me?” She takes his free hand, careful of the IV needle he has taped into it, and presses it against his chest even through his panicked flailing. “Feel.”
“Nah, nah.” Jesse shakes his head. “This ain’t right. It ain’t right.”
“Life hardly is. But we make do. Now take some deep breaths. In and out.” She waits until Jesse follows her lead, breathing long and slow, chest rising and falling. “Very good. Perfect.”
“You a doctor?” he breathes out, hand tugging at the nasal cannula hooked over his ears.
“Nurse,” she answers. “Leave that alone.”
“What happened to me?”
“I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to that. But your father might.”
“My father?”
“Gabriel Reyes. He gave the doctor’s quite a fuss downstairs. Almost got himself kicked out.”
“He’s here?”
“He is. Sent him downstairs to get some coffee. Poor thing looks exhausted.”
“He alright?”
“Look at you,” she says, a soft chuckle escaping her lips, “wake up in a hospital bed, and the first thing you do is ask about someone else. He’s fine. You worry about healing.” She stands upright, groaning a bit as she stretches her arms above her head.
He watches her, takes notice of the navy blue scrubs and the several ID badges hanging from a lanyard. There’s a name tag above her right breast. The name ‘Ana’ printed in bold, black letters.
“Oh, before I forget. Here.” She reaches into her pant pocket, pulls out a card, and offers it to him.
He reaches for it, first with what’s left of his left arm, and then with his right. “Guess I gotta’ get used to that,” he says, taking the card and reading it over. It’s a business card for a psychiatrist, Fareeha Amari.
“Not much for talkin’ to shrinks.”
“I highly recommend that you reconsider,” Ana replies. “Give her a call when you’re discharged. You have a long road ahead of you, Jesse McCree.”
“Yeah, well,” he scratches at the thin layer of scruff along his cheeks and chin, “I guess you’re right about that, Ms. Ana.”
The door glides open, and Jesse feels relief wash over him the moment Gabriel pokes his shaved head through the door. “Hijo?”
“Hey, pop.”
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Ana says, and leaves out of the same door Gabriel enters.
“How you feeling?” Gabriel asks, settling himself down into the chair next to Jesse’s bed.
“Like I got rundown by a John Deere,” Jesse answers. “What the hell happened to me?”
Gabriel shakes his head. “Don’t know. Was calling you all day. You didn’t pick up. Came to the diner to check on you, and found you half dead in the middle of the floor. You can’t remember what happened?”
Jesse shakes his head. “I don’t know. I think maybe it was a dog, or something.”
“What the hell kind of dog did you piss off to deserve this?”
“I don’t know, pop.” He runs his fingers through his hair, and then lowers them to his forehead where he rubs at his temples. “I don’t know what I’m gonna’ do about the diner.”
“What you mean, you don’t know? You’re gonna’ heal, and then you’re going to get your ass back in there.”
“What if…” he pauses, thinking back to the attack. Everything’s a blur now, but he still remembers those glowing, yellow eyes, “whatever did this to me comes back?”
“We’ll figure out a way for you to protect yourself. That way if it does, you’ll be ready. But don’t worry about that for right now. You just think about getting better.”
“You’re being awful kind tonight.”
“What kind of dad would I be if I kicked my only son when he’s down?”
“Heh. Probably my old man,” Jesse says.
“Enough.” Gabriel leans forward, and plucks a can of strawberry jello off the portable tray next to Jesse’s bed. He peels the aluminum lid back, and stares down at the contents with a frown.
“Thought you didn’t like jello.”
“I don’t. But you do.” Grabbing a plastic spoon next to a can of cold ginger ale, he raises himself to his feet. “Now stop talking and open your big mouth.”
“Aw, come on, pop. I don’t need you feedin’ me.”
“Shut up, and open it.”
Jesse groans, eyes closing as Gabriel pops a spoonful of jello into his mouth. “I’ll make sure to return the favor when you’re an old man,” he says between chews.
Gabriel snorts. “Dealing with you, I’m already an old man.”
“Thanks, pop. I’m glad you came looking for me.”
Gabriel offers him a small, tired smile. “Me too, kid. Me too.”
The air is cool and fresh, unlike the taxi they rode to the hospital in. Genji Shimada cradles his arm against his chest, dark eyes scanning the digital marquee board several hundred feet away from the front of the hospital.
“They are giving away free flu shots, brother. Should we get one?”
“Quiet, Genji,” Hanzo Shimada says, after paying the taxi driver with foreign currency that he’s still not quite used to. “Why must you always involve yourself? Raunchy American parties and wheelboards. Now green hair. Ridiculous.”
“Skateboards, brother,” Genji corrects him. “We are only here a short while. We should interact with the locals. They are friendly, and fun.”
“They are idiots. Greedy and loud. And selfish.” He huffs. “Americans. What were you thinking? Look at yourself. You’ll be lucky if you haven’t broken your arm. We’ve been here for five days, and I already have to bring you to the hospital.”
“It’s probably just a sprain. Besides, I’ve received much worse from sparring with you. Or otherwise.”
Hanzo is quiet for a few moments as the two of them move closer to the hospital’s entrance. “I do not like America. I want to go back to Japan.”
“We are only here a few more days.”
Hanzo shakes his head, stepping to the side to allow Genji entrance through the glass, motion sensor doors. “You are so much trouble. What would father think?”
“I assume not much, considering he’s dead.”
“Enough, Genji.”
Genji quietly reads the signs, trying to figure out which direction the two of them must move. “It seems we took the wrong entrance. The emergency room is that way.” He uses his uninjured arm to point down a long hallway.
“Fine,” Hanzo replies with a sigh. “Let us go.”
Jesse surveys the room one last time. He’s only been there five days, but it seems so much longer. He’s still sore, still stressed, and still trying to figure out how he’s going to adjust to only having one arm. But he’s smiled a couple of times, so he’s on a slow track to getting back to his normal self.
Gabriel brought him some clothes to go home in. No more wandering around his room in a hospital gown with his hairy ass hanging out. He pats at his jean pocket, making sure the card Ana gave him is in there. He’s still not sure if he’ll actually see this Dr. Amari, but he supposes a check in or two couldn’t do much harm.
“You got everything?” Gabriel asks him, fingers buttoning up the flannel shirt Jesse’s wearing since he hasn’t quite gotten used to buttoning things with one hand.
“Reckon’ so,” Jesse answers.
“Got the number to the doctor?”
“Which one?”
“Prosthetics.”
“Yeah, got that one, too.” Eventually, he’ll see about getting a prosthetic arm. Something to make him feel a bit more comfortable in his own skin. For now, though, he’s just going to take it easy. One day at a time. Recuperate. He’s got to hurry up and heal. There’s a diner waiting for him with his name on it, and it sure as hell isn’t going to run itself.
“Discharge papers?”
“Got ‘em, pop. Got everything.”
“Then let’s roll out.”
They take the elevator to the first floor. Him riding in a wheelchair being pushed by Ana while Gabriel walks next to them. When they reach the gift shop, he begs Ana to let him walk the rest of the way. A man’s got to have a bit of pride and dignity after having all types of doctors and nurses poking and prodding at him, seeing his unmentionables. She’s probably not supposed to, but Ana concedes, and lets him go about his way without the use of a wheelchair.
“You take care now, Jesse McCree,” she says with a smile. “And give Dr. Amari a call.”
“You can count on me, Ms. Ana,” Jesse replies.
“Look after yourselves.” She waves at Gabriel and Jesse who both wave back.
“Take care,” Gabriel replies.
They begin their journey past the gift shop, then past the emergency room entrance when someone walks right smack into Jesse.
“Oh, pardon me,” Jesse says, and gives a polite bow of his head.
The man who bumped into him says nothing. Long, dark hair tied at the ends with a silk, blue sash. A pattern decorates the fabric, trimmed in glittering gold thread in the design of dragon scales. He stares up at Jesse, intense and unspeaking, dark eyebrows narrowed. His gaze drifts from Jesse’s face to the empty sleeve hanging by his side, and Jesse nearly cringes from the unwanted attention.
There’s a tattoo on the man’s left arm. Jesse can’t quite make it out because it disappears beneath his shirt sleeve. He almost asks if he can see it, but thinks better of it.
“Brother,” Genji says, nudging his older brother with his elbow.
“My apologies,” the man finally says, crosses his arms, side steps and continues on his way, him and the green haired man walking side by side.
“Those two clearly ain’t from around here,” Gabriel says next to Jesse.
“Yeah,” Jesse agrees. “The one with the long hair seemed meaner than a pit bull with a cobra for a leash, didn’t he?”
“Sure as hell did,” Gabriel replies. “Probably don’t know any better.”
“Real pretty though,” Jesse murmurs.
Gabriel raises a brow and shakes his head. “Wanna’ go chase after him?”
“Nah, I’m good. I don’t think love is in the cards for me right now.”
“Who said anything about love?”
“Everything is about love, pop.”
“Everything, huh?”
Jesse grins. “Yessir, everything.”
“Whatever you say, kid. Now let’s get you home.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
After a brief mix up involving where Gabriel parked the car, they find the car and climb inside. Jesse stares out through the window, watching the scenery go by. Just a few days ago he had everything going for him. And he supposes that maybe he still does. Sure, he’s covered in wounds, and is missing and arm, but it could have been worse, right? He could be dead. Gone from the world, snatched away right in the prime of his life.
You ain’t seen nothing yet, Jesse McCree, he thinks, and the thought startles him. What if that thing eventually came back to finish the job? He’d need a weapon, something that would keep him safe. Something that would ensure he had a quiet, peaceful, protected life.
“Hey, pop.” They’re stopped at a red light.
Gabriel unwraps a peppermint and pops it into his mouth. “Hm,” he murmurs around the hard candy.
“What would you say to me getting a gun?”
“You want a gun?” He turns his head toward Jesse. “Thought you said having guns meant someone was overcompensating.”
“Yeah, well. The tune’s different once ya’ manage to survive being killed by something that clearly wants ya’ dead. Anyway, I just want something to keep things smooth. You know, to keep the peace. A peacekeeper.”
“Peacekeeper, huh?”
“That’s right. Peacekeeper.”
Alright then,” Gabriel replies. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Jesse taps his fingers against the arm rest, and closes his eyes. Yeah, a peacekeeper. That’s exactly what he needs.
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Six Fics of 2016
someone. someone tagged me in this. multiple someones tagged me in this while my PC was broken as shit so fuck. i dont know but i Wanted This, so. originally by @secretlystephaniebrown !
So I thought I’d pick 6 fics of mine written during this year, grab a favorite quote from each of them, give a short explanation of why it’s one of my favorites, and then tag 6 people to do the same! Let’s get some self love rolling as we head towards the end of this year!
and yeah i did write other fandoms this year but its like mostly RvB and Entirely in space, so.
6. Save and Restore - York & Delta, canon compliant
“That’s a-- dirty word, D.” A light, airy chuckle follows; one he remembers following an exchange with Carolina years ago. It sounds so much younger than the rest of York’s words, and he realizes he may not have anything more recent. “Better-- clean it off.”
“I… beg your pardon?”
“Nah, it’s free.”
i mean im Mostly so fond of this one because it was how I met @agentyorkdakota my moon and stars, but i also really enjoyed just getting to play with language a lot with this? like i’m pretty sure i’ve discussed this before but for a senior year project i worked a lot on a play called The Skriker where the title character kind of... used mixed metaphors and all sorts of jumbled language to communicate and it just. stuck with me. this language that was kind of cobbled together and makes sense but doesn't and yet does? so that was def a highlight of mine working on this fic. (also it placed me in the Angst War, a feather in my cap if there ever was one)
5. blow you like a popsicle stand - Tucker/Wash, canon compliant
He swallows his fear and creeping horror and lifts the lid. Buried under the crystalline ice of the remarkably still-functioning freezer is a collection of brightly colored little packages, all about the size of his hand.
“What.”
“I know!” Tucker replies, with exactly the kind of enthusiasm than ensures Wash he does not know, “I can’t believe it either. Ice cream! Here! On Chorus! Man, Caboose is gonna flip out when he sees this.”
Wash is tired, and adrenaline-tingly, and by this time he should just always expect to be betrayed and disappointed but here he is. He pulled a door out of a crumbling concrete wall for decades old ice cream sandwiches. Couldn’t save the lives of kids under his command, but sure. He can demolish a building in a fit of panic.
“What,” he repeats again, trying to shove all of his feelings into one ambiguous syllable. But Tucker just hip-checks him out of the way, flourishes his sword with a buzz of light, and carves a path through the ice to a red and blue package.
this one was done in a swap for @playerprophet (whom i also love and tag in this, there you go) and was just. okay. listen. l i s t e n. if i’m gonna write porn im gonna write specific porn. i’m gonna write mildly kinky porn with new shit y’all aint even knew you liked so someone can find me at a con and tell me to my face “oh yeah you wrote the iceplay fic” and i can be like “y e s” but also i can barely scrub the Feelings out of anything i write, so. SO. this was a pretty lighthearted excuse for Porn and it went over really, really well. so im Happy.
4. Golden Boy - York-centric, semi-canon compliant
Not that York can go back, now; not that there's anything left to go back to, with the entire project turning on itself in a disjointed, cumulative sort of cannibalism as every man, woman, or construct fights for themselves. And he’s not entirely blind to the fact that being wired to Delta on a neurological level makes the Director’s treatment of the AI feel infinitely more personal; makes it easier than it should have been to turn his guns on people he’d worked with for years. No. He’s not blind, not in that sense anyway.
But if he’s going forward, he wants to understand in full what he did in the name of science and progress.
this fic once shared a name with @littlefists ‘s epic because it was literally the first thing I wrote in the fandom and I Wasn’t Into Tuckington So I Didn’t Know, and i swear to GOD this is the last time i bring this up but i worked so fucking hard on it, it has Combat and Betrayal and Introspection and World Building and while i’ve gotta better grip on canon now I still really, really enjoyed this fic as an explanation for how York, of all people, could have gone so low in OOM
3. Overflow - Tucker/Wash, canon compliant
His thoughts about Tucker have often felt like a glass of water that’s just a little too full. He moves carefully so they don’t slosh around and make a mess of the place, barely keeping it all inside . And he’d thought that, once the newness of the whole ‘ sure we’ll risk lying to the faces of UNSC police to keep you out of prison even though you’ve done next to nothing nice for us your entire life ’ gratitude thing wore off (it didn’t, not entirely, it still pops up sometimes in the worst of moments and chokes him like the noose he should have gotten) the level would go down.
[...]
Tucker does something to him. Tucker finds ways to make him forget, at least for a little while, all the ways he’s fucked up. Even if it’s just finding more tolerable faults, like how the stick Washington has got shoved up his ass does wonders for keeping his back straight. Tucker talks loud enough to drown out the ghosts of everyone he underranked but outlived, listens enough to make his hard-won experience and advice mean something, and he is terrified for the day that everything overflows.
this was birthday fic for @strangestquiet that i actually took a day off from work to ensure i completed it in time but just. anyway. i’m pretty proud of it because it’s Big and it’s Coherent Mission Fic that managed somehow to tie into a little bit of preexisting lore. i’m also unfortunately very fond of all the little OC children bc i’ve constantly had tons of trouble with original characters and even tho no one else seemed to notice them i had fun and i love them all. but just in general i feel like i had a good balance of humor and feelings and also imagery? but as far as the latter goes it falls short of...
2. gethsemane - implied Shepard/Vakarian, Archangel-centric, game-compliant
On his last trip out of the Citadel, tying off loose ends, he bought a pack of playing cards from a human vendor. He had memories - they’d been fond once, but were souring like milk left in the sun - of losing miserably to Shepard and Williams at some gambling game. Leaving gifts on the graves of the departed wasn’t exactly the norm for turian culture, but neither was it strictly a human one either.
The flowers around the small crystal pillar were already wilting with neglect when he arrived. There might have been other tributes left there, but security had loosened until it fell away, slack like discarded clothes. Garrus left the cards there, under the shimmering list of names of casualties from the attack on the Citadel, and took the next transport ship as far away from Widow as possible.
okay so like. whenever possible i love to put good imagery in fic and like. understate emotions when i can and just in general do the literary version of the color saturated wide shot, you feel me? like the pullback with the characters in silhouette but you can still understand everything they’re feeling? anyway i feel like this fic really nailed a lot of my own personal goals for just Vivid fics. can’t wait to write more mass effect fic but it’s gonna be Hard to meet the standards i set for myself with this one.
1. Throw Away the Key - York/Carolina, Alternate Universe
Carolina fights to find the best angle for her umbrella as gusts of wind swat rain at them in little bursts, but by the time her car gives a satisfying click they’re both uncomfortably wet and she’s run out of things to say. Thankfully, he hasn’t.
“We have got to stop meeting like this,” York reflects as he withdraws the metal blade, inch by careful inch. “This is getting a little absurd. Like, bad soulmate romcom Hallmark movie levels of coincidence.”
“Not my fault if you keep breaking the law.” She’s a little surprised by the movie analogy, but decides against teasing him for his choice in films.
“I am bending it, at best.”
listen i’m fucking neck deep in all the complexities of longfic hell and this sure isn’t the artsy stylistic stuff that i can be proud of (or regret) later on down the road but i’m trying. i’m trying to write something massive and happy and so far it’s working. i can’t say for sure if it’s actually Good because i get to see all my messy drafts and stops and starts that the rest of you are spared, but I wanted so badly to write A Good Longfic for the Y/C fandom and with that, at least, I feel like I’m doing well. if nothing else, literally nothing else at all, i am proud of myself for trying this and i hope that it can continue to give people joy long after it’s done and i’m gone.
i’m gonna go ahead and tag @therewithasmile @sinelanguage @lady-of-rohan @flecksofpoppy @owaire and of course @playerprophet but if you’re reading this and wanna do it go right ahead!
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