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imbored1201 · 5 months

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Happy new year!

Would you do a barca x teen!reader?

Like they're feeling down/depressed and clingy for a few days because it's someone they cared about death anniversary? (maybe they end up one day just crying and clinging to someone - like alexia or lucy, instead of training?)

That Time Of The Year

A/N: speaking of New Years, hope the New Year started off well for everyone❤️

Barcelona Femeni x Teen Reader

Mostly a Lucy Bronze x Teen Reader

Words: 1,777

Warnings: Talks of drunk driver, talks of dead best friend

You hated January; it was supposed to be a month of excitement for a new year. You couldn't see it that way, though. It was the same month your childhood best friend died.

She was the only one who actually supported you and believed you would make it to your dream team, Barcelona. Now you were, but she didn't get to watch. She went to every game when you played with Man City.

As the new year hit, Alexia noticed how you got clingier. It started with the little things, like you wanting to eat lunch with her or go out to a restaurant together. It was odd since she was the one who always had to drag you to do that with her.

Then you would sneak into her bed to cuddle at night. Sometimes she would wake up to you doing it, and she would just open her arms for you to hold you, or sometimes she would wake up to pressure on her chest, and it was always you.

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She had questioned you about it, but you just told her nothing was wrong. Which was a lie, and Alexia hated when you lied to her.

"You ready?" She asked after having to force you to get up after you once again snuck into her bed. You always claimed it was harder to get out of her bed since it was way comfier. You nodded, grabbing a banana and walking out the door.

Alexia was able to see that you were about to break; she even texted a lot of the older girls to keep an eye on you before she dropped you off for training.

She's tried to help you, even being straight up with you and telling you she knew you weren't okay. She even made her mom talk to you; you, being stubborn, refused to speak of the situation and even stayed at Lucy's house for a day to get away from Alexia's hassling.

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She was glad to see Lucy waiting for you as she pulled up, giving you a kiss on the forehead and telling you to be careful, as she always did.

"Let's get to work, kid." Lucy was worried when she got that text from Alexia. She understood why now. You were always energetic during training; now you seem to have no energy at all. Something was wrong.

You made no effort to greet the girls, heading straight to your locker and changing. The girls patted your back as they went out to the field as a sign that they were there for you.

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Aitana kept sending you perfect through balls during a drill, and you couldn't seem to finish them. It was making you frustrated, as you apologized to her every time.

She waved it off, realizing whatever was happening to you was starting to affect how you played now.

"Y/N, come here." Jonatan called for you, and you sighed in annoyance. You knew he was probably going to tell you off for how bad you were training and probably even bench you. That's what your mind was saying. It was true what they said, your mind was your biggest enemy.

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He led you to his office. "Look, I know I'm doing horrible, so please don't-" "Y/N, this isn't about training," he said softly. You looked at him, confused.

"This is about your mood recently; there's been a lot of concern about you. Everyone can see something is bothering you, and we just want to help." Now you were extra annoyed.

You didn't need more people meddling in your business. First Alexia, then the feeling of the team walking on eggshells around you. Now even your coach was getting involved.

"Nothing is wrong," you said harshly, immediately regretting that. You cursed yourself for talking to your coach like that. He didn't seem mad, though; in fact, he seemed more worried.

"I can't do this," you told him, rushing out of his office. You were going full speed back to the locker room when you ran straight into Lucy.

"There you are; I was looking for you," she said, holding you by your shoulders to steady you. She frowned seeing your tears. "What happened?"

You tackled her into a hug; you couldn't hold it in anymore. You clinged tightly to her as you sobbed; everything you had been holding in for a week was finally coming out.

"Love, you'll make yourself sick; take deep breaths," you listened to her, trying your best to calm yourself down. Lucy continued to rub your back and whisper soothing words. Even trying to make dad jokes to cheer you up.

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That's how Jonatan found the two of you. You were in Lucy's lap, sitting and leaning against the wall as she stroked your hair and wiped your tears.

Jonaton's eyes softened as he looked down at you and Lucy. You looked up at him, scared that he was going to tell you off for storming off.

"Take her home; she needs to rest." Lucy nodded and coaxed you to get up. You held onto her tightly as she led you back into the locker room.

"But training," you rubbed your eyes. "Training doesn't matter right now; come on, we'll get ice cream." You smiled a bit at that. Lucy always joked that you would trade her for a scoop of ice cream because of how much you loved it.

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After getting your ice cream, the both of you sat in Lucy's car in silence. "Want me to take you back home?" She asked, "Can we just sit here for a little more?" She quickly nodded and continued to eat.

After another minute of silence, she spoke up again. "Do you want to talk about it?" You let out a sad sigh. You knew you would have to tell someone eventually. Lucy was the best person to tell because she's known you longer than anyone else. She trained you while you two played in City together that year. Then you moved to Barcelona with her, and Alexia took over the parenting.

"Remember that girl that I would always be walking with after training?" She nodded. "Tiny Blondy." You rolled your eyes at the nickname the team had given her.

"Yes, tiny blondy, we used to watch all the Barcelona games together since we were 7. It was always my dream to play here; you already knew that part, though." She nodded and listened, giving you a supportive smile.

"She was really the only one that supported it; even mom and dad didn't think I'd be able to. Towards the end of the season before I came here, I got the offer, but mom and dad didn't want me to go to Spain by myself. I called her crying, but she was eating dinner with her family, and her mom was very strict on family time, so she was never able to get out of it, but I heard her start an argument over the fact that I really needed her and she had to leave."

"Wait, your parents weren't going to let you come here?" She immediately shut up when she saw the look on your face. "Sorry"

"She didn't listen to her mom's words and came to my house. We talked all night, and we were even going to have a sleepover, but her mom came to our house angry and demanded she go back. My friend listened, and her last words to me were, 'You better go to Barcelona', a drunk driver hit them on their way back home, my friend died, and her mom was in a coma."

"Y/N," Lucy said, leaning over to wipe the tears that were starting to fall out again. "It was my fault, Lucy; if I hadn't overreacted to my parents telling me no to my dream team, I would have probably been able to sign for it when I was actually an adult," you sniffled, hiding your face in your hands.

"It's the main reason my parents even signed those papers for me to play here; they wanted me to get away from everything. Her dad was going crazy, blaming me for everything. He came to my house four times. My dad even fought him once because he had followed me all the way home from practice, saying nasty things to me."

Lucy couldn't hold back anymore either; tears started to fall down her face now. She leaned over and pulled you into a tight hug.

"I got you," she whispered, wiping her own tears. She needed to stay strong for you.

"She didn't get to watch me, Luce; she said she wanted to be the first person to buy my Barcelona jersey; she wasn't able to do that." You cried harder; all Lucy could do was hold you.

"Look at me, kid," she gently grabbed your cheeks. "Nothing is your fault. That man took his grieving out on you, and he shouldn't have. You're a kid; you're allowed to feel disappointed over not being able to play for your dream team; you're allowed to call someone for advice and comfort.

You nodded at her words. "Everything will be okay; nothing was your fault." You wanted to cry more at her words; those words were all you wanted to hear someone say to you.

And the fact that Lucy was saying them made it extra special. You knew Lucy would never lie to you, so if everything was going to be okay, you believed her.

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Over the next couple of weeks, Alexia got you help. You were seeing someone at least once a week, or if you really needed them. You were also able to go back home for the first time and finally get some alone time at your friend's grave to say your final words.

Her mom was fine, but her parents ended up moving away. There was some relief, but also a guilty feeling in your mind. Relieved that you wouldn't have to be scared about encountering the dad every time you came back home. You felt guilty for feeling that way though. You understood why he blamed you, and you wish you could take it all back. Sometimes you even think about what life would have been like if you had turned down Barcelona's contract and stayed with City without throwing a tantrum.

Maybe in another universe, she would have still been in your City jersey, being the loudest there, and maybe you both could have moved to Barcelona at 18. She wanted to get into sports journalism to follow you, but once again.

Maybe in another universe.

#woso x reader #woso #barcelona femeni #alexia putellas #barcelona femeni x reader #lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #woso fanfics

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shamelesstragedyenjoyer · 2 months

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Reverse Trope fics I would pay to read;

-Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss (Jason Todd x Reader)

-Divorce of convenience (Catwoman × Batman)

- Too much communication (Lois Lane × Clark Kent)

- Soulmates who are fated to kill each other (Stephanie Brown × Cassandra Cain)

- True hate kiss, Only kissing your enemy can break the curse (LEGO Movie Batman × Joker)

- Really nice guy who hates only you (Platonic Dick Grayson & Stephanie Brown)

- Hate at first sight (Platonic Duke Thomas & Green Lantern)

- Love triangle where the two love interests fall in love instead (Talia Al Ghul × Catwoman with Batman as the initial love interest)

#batman comics #batfam #batman #jason todd #dick grayson #duke thomas #clark kent #clois #signal #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #writing trope #tropes

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rendy-a · 2 months

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Reverse Trope Writing Prompt Summaries

I've seen these reverse trope prompts going around and they seem so funny, I've decided to write one. I'll list a bunch of little summaries and then do a poll to vote on one.

Too many beds! When Deuce gets the opportunity to visit Clock Town with his friends, he excitedly tells his mother all his friends will be joining him. He later discovers that only his wild pal the Prefect will join him. Too embarrassed to admit to his mother that the large hotel rooms she rented was for nothing, they decide to have such a wild party that no one will ever guess that there were too many beds!

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss. You've just discovered that the animal shelter in your town is being closed so that a local restaurant run by a shady (rumored to be mafia) boss can open a branch location. You've seen a teal-haired menacing man going into the place with his timid looking secretary. On impulse, you decide to grab the secretary and use his life for leverage to get the mafia to give up their plan. Little do you realize the bashful gentleman you've kidnapped is actually the famous Don Azul himself.

Real nice guy who hates only you. There was a time when you remember actually wanting to be Silver's friend. That was before you got to know the residents of Diasomnia better. Now, it seems like every sleepover or breakfast date you have with your new bestie Lilia only makes the gentle Silver strike out at you in a ball of jealous rage. Just what is his problem with you?

Academic rivals except it's two teachers who compete to have the best class. Crowley brags about how he is clearly the best teacher on campus. Why, when he teaches class, the students never fail to gain a perfect score! Ha, he is so magnificent! Perhaps he should just take over teaching full time and let Crewel do the annual government audit instead, ha ha! To which Crewel replies, Hell no. The competition to prove themselves most worthy teacher (and avoid the audit) is on!

Divorce of Convenience. Marriage to Ruggie was everything you thought it would be; a tough life but it had its perks. Your hubby Ruggie always had an ear out to opportunity for his small family. That's why, when he told you about the new low income housing for unmarried residents he found, you couldn't rule it out. One quicky divorce later, you are now on the road to financial security...that is if you can convince the straight-laced inspector Jack that you truly are nothing more than the roommates you pretend to be.

True hate's kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse). You've become the assistant to Vil in order to make extra cash. One day, in a series of mishaps, Vil ends up drinking a cup of tea cursed with his Unique Magic that caused him to lose his voice. With an important interview coming up, it up to you to convince the proud Vil to travel to Royal Sword and ask his eternal rival Neige for a kiss to break the spell.

Dating your enemy's sibling. After a huge fight, your former pal Ace is now your worst enemy. You can't stop thinking about that fight and how you (maybe) didn't quite win it. The whole thing just makes you hungry for revenge. You spent a lot of time thinking of the perfect way to get under Ace's skin when you see a post on Magicam of Ace's older brother working his theme park job. Suddenly, you have the wildest idea on who you want to bring to the campus dance.

Love Triangle where the two love interests get together instead. No one was more invested in being a fan of Vil Schoenheit then you, the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm. Unless, it was your rival fan Rook. Vil is thoroughly fed up with you both. He announces that, from tomorrow onward, only one of you will be allowed to accompany him to class and help him at lunch. You now have one night to prove to Rook that your admiration of Vil surpasses his own. As the night goes on, you discover the allure of being totally in sync with another super fan. Can your love for Vil survive his ultimate fan?

Too hot to cuddle. There is a heatwave happening at NRC and the air conditioning magic is broke all over campus. It wouldn't be much of an issue except your dating notorious cuddler Leona Kingscholar. You've turned him down for a nap in the sweltering botanical gardens and denied him from resting his head on your sweaty lap in Savanahclaw. Will your clever boyfriend find a solution or be driven mad by the frustration?

#Reverse tropes #poll game

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alovye · 1 month

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You guys can explain your votes also😊

PS: PLS I KEPT TOO MANY BEDS AS A JOKE😭😭 BUT PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY VOTING FOR THAT PLS EXPLAIN🤨😭🤨

#charles leclerc #f1 fandom #max verstappen #lestappen #f1 fanfic #f1 fluff #f1 fic

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toni-peperoni · 2 months

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I love this whole "reversed prompt list" going around, because some of them are just truly gold and half of them can be very easily applied to some of my ships. So I propose:

Rosquez "True hate's kiss": The only way to break the curse layed onto Valentino, is to kiss the person, that hates him most in the entire world. So he goes and kisses Marc, because it has to be him right?

Marc is just happy, that Vale is there and even kissed him, maybe there is still hope? And he drags Vale inside the motorhome and well you know. The next morning though, Vale wakes up, but the curse isn't broken and to make things worse, he just woke up next to Marc again the thing he thought would never happen again.

He freaks out and Marc wakes up, asking him to come back to bed, but then realising, that Vale freaking out is always going to mean something bad.

"It didn't work. I kissed you and it didn't work. I am still cursed. I kissed my biggest enemy and it didn't work."

"I was never your enemy."

#motogp rpf #rosquez #mm93 #am73 #toni writes

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capybaraonabicycle · 2 months

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Omg I will of course leave the final fic choice up to you, but doesn't "True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)" sound like the perfect setup to a Twissy fic 👀

Thank you, love!

~1.5 k words, so much for "let me just write 5 sentences for you real quick". But it's, of course, because you are right, this prompt was made for twissy 🥰

I have not actually read this again, so beware. But here you go :)

[ID: gif of Missy's face in close up, smiling down like she is pitying someone mockingly. end ID]

“Can't you move a bit faster?”

If silly little companion pulled on her sleeve any more roughly, he was going to lose that new hand of his. Or maybe his nose, she wasn't really picky. The nose might taste better, Missy mused. She was quite sure it was the original one and not some cyborg-technology the Doctor had partly scavenged, partly cooked up himself. But that reasoning implied she had paid attention to the egg-head's babblings and she had a general policy never to do that.

It was lucky, comic relief had paid closer attention to her, however, because she didn't even need to voice her threat. Breathing out her nose audibly and baring her teeth sufficed easily and he squeaked, jumped, dropped her hand and hurried on a few inches further away from her.

“I am a time lady, snickerdoodle” she drawled, making a point of walking a tad more measuredly instead of hurrying up. “I always walk at the exact right speed.”

The Doctor's snack had the audacity to huff but he wisely chose not to talk back.

“It- it is just” he stuttered instead, “the Doctor, he is -”

“-dying?” she finished, already bored. “That's his usual Thursday, pup.”

“He asked for you!” the idiot-in-training blurted out and despite herself, Missy stopped and blinked.

“He did?” Now that were exciting news for a change. A bright smile grew on her face, simultaneously with the rising panic in plucky assistant's eyes.

“He said you could save him” he whispered, somehow managing to have his voice creak when he wasn't even properly using it.

“He did?” Missy repeated and by now her smile was positively giddy. Eggy started whimpering softly.

Missy didn't give him time to gather his bearings, instead grabbing his arm forcefully in turn, making him jump again. She brought her face close to his for good measure, revelling at the terror in his expression.

“Why. Didn't. You. Say. So. Immediately?” she asked, her voice stuck on the same note throughout the words, too high, too cheerful to be anything but disconcerting. “Hurry up, pet: I've got a day to save!”

He shuddered away from her and picked up the pace again, not looking back. But this time she was right there with him, excitement surging through her veins. The Doctor was in actual danger, helpless, pathetic and he had asked for her. Because he loved her. Because he needed her. And – most importantly – she would get to gloat. Once she had saved him. Which she obviously would. No matter what idiotic thing he had done, her silly sausage, she would get him up and running in no-time. She was his best friend, after all. His very best friend.

They reached the Doctor's office only a few minutes later, and Missy immediately noticed how serious the situation was. The psychic waves coming from him were all over the place – and not in the fun, chaotic way they usually were – they usually were a lot subtler as well, some things he had learnt in his thousand years of spacetravel – they were hurtful almost, full of pain and distress. She knew he was lying on the ground before she saw him, knew he was still conscious, too, even though his other little munch was convinced of the opposite. Missy paid her little mind how she was sitting on the floor with him, crying and mumbling affirmations. She only got in the way, really, with the way she was cradling the Doctor's head in her lap, she couldn't help him after all.

“I am here, oh, apple of my eye” Missy exclaimed dramatically, dropping to the floor at his side with great flourish.

“I don't, I don't think, he can hear you” girl-companion hiccuped through her tears, but Missy waved her interjection away.

“Of course he can, silly-billy” she huffed, reaching for the Doctor's hand that had come to lie on his stomach. She pressed it to her chest, holding on tightly.

“I am here” she whispered. “Tell me, Doctor, what do you need?”

Oh, she liked playing the hero. Being the one who held the Doctor's life in their hands. Being the one everyone looked at with those worshippy, wide eyes. She thought, right now, she could fathom why he had gotten addicted to it.

“We think he got cursed” supplementary fuss said behind her back. “We were on Tigella, and there was this sceptre. The Doctor touched -”

The last of the words died in his throat when Missy whirled around to him.

“Do you know what you're talking about?” she asked sweetly, but didn't give him a chance to answer. “No, you don't. So shut up before I change my mind and make a nice soup out of the three of you instead of helping. - okay?”

She fluttered her eyelids to emphasize the point and his mouth snapped shot, his jaw tightening.

“Thank you, much appreciated.” Missy turned towards the Doctor again, nearing her ear to his mouth. “Doctor, what do you need?”

“I need -” he rasped and french-fries-friendywend gasped when she heard him speak, almost making Missy miss his next words. Did these bumbling humans ever learn? “- a kiss. From – my worst enemy.”

“Awww” Missy bit her lip, drawing back. He needed his arch-enemy! And he had thought of her. “How very touching! I am so honoured, I am not even gonna bargain.”

He didn't answer or open his eyes, but there was a pleased twitch around his mouth that made her press his hand.

“I have to say though, Doctor,” she purred, leaning in again, “if you wanted for me to kiss you, there would have been easier ways to ask than going through the trouble of getting cursed.”

Now he snorted and measured by the state he was in, this tiny bit of banter was the greatest love confessions out of all the ones he had bestowed upon her today already.

“Come on, now - “ he coughed, “Missy. You would – have never – been content with – any – thing less – elaborate.”

“True” she smirked. She was hovering right above him now. “And I appreciate the effort, darling.”

His lips moved, searching hers, and she waited just another second, savouring the moment. Then human-thingy coughed pointedly and she drew it out yet another second, simply to antagonise her. But his breath was getting visibly shallower and there was a slight tremble in his hand. Plus, his lips looked chapped like burnt Earth and just as inviting. So, finally, she led their mouths together, her hand slipping across the extra's leg to support his head.

The moment their lips touched, it was like the life flooded back into him, his mouth's movement becoming more purposeful and his tongue meeting hers cordially when she slipped it past his teeth. His free hand even twitched, like he was trying to grasp her frock.

Of their own accord, Missy's eyes closed and for a moment she lost herself in the feeling of their lips meeting, the familiar taste of his tongue, the desperate way his breath fanned her chin and cheek, reminiscent of many breathless nights spent together, oh so long ago.

But then, his movement slowed, a distressed sound escaping his throat. Before Missy could decide whether to draw back – finally killing the Doctor by kissing him to death would have been an end she could have deemed worthy of their friendship – a rough hand was on her shoulder, pulling her away from him. She hissed and whirled around, biting hard into the offending limp. So, the sniveller had decided he didn't need this body part, after all, it seemed.

He cried out, pulling his hand away from her mouth with a pathetic whine. Missy spat out some blood and fake skin with a huff. It tasted as horribly as she had expected.

“What did you do that for?” he sobbed.

“Don't touch me, crybaby” she huffed, turning back around to the Doctor.

He was still lying motionless, if possible even paler now.

“Why didn't this work?” his pillow croaked, close to tears again. Missy drew her eyebrows together in agreement. Indeed. Why hadn't it? It should have worked, she had been supposed to save the day!

For some reason, the Doctor was smiling. Mind, it was barely visible, frail as he was, but Missy could read his face like a book in every incarnation and that so was his satisfied smile.

“Seems like,” he mumbled, “we aren't – strictly – enemies anymore, love.”

“Of course, we are, don't be stupid” she pressed out. Only now she noticed how desperately she was clutching his hand, it was almost like she was trying to imitate spare-parts over at the door who was licking his own injured paw.

“Don't smile” she told the Doctor off, and she was sounding more serious than she had any right to be. “You are dying and I am your enemy. You don't get to smile at that.”

She was sure, if he had had any strength left, his smile would have grown now.

“I am – sorry, Missy” he breathed instead, “but I must – ask you – to fetch – Da – Davros.”

Missy felt her mouth drop open in shock and humiliation. Davros? Fucking Davros got to save her Doctor??

This was rock bottom.

Thank you for reading, I hope it is about what you envisioned <3

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wangxianficfinder · 11 months

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Fic Finder

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1. hello im looking for a fic where wwx and lwj are married but wwx died. wwx is interred in lotus pier and wangxian's kids go to see him and ask him to wake up, iirc. also it seemed unfinished or part of a series bc at the time i read it, the fic ends with wwx still dead. thank you so much for all that you do i hope your dinners are always good ♥️

FOUND? A Baby Dragon's Guide To Seducing Your Huli Jing by sweetlolixo (M, 87k, wangxian, fantasy au, dragon LWJ, fox WWX, younger LWJ, older WWX, fluff, humor, happy ending, WIP)

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2. Hi! I want to ask about a fic I read some time ago.

It was about a Canon Divergence where WWX and the Wens disappeared and years later they come back. They have formed a new sect and were hidden in the Wen territory. And I remember they had as a kind of dome with a fog or something in the Wen territory. And something happens that WWX and the Wens has to return and at the beginning doesn't want to talk to LWJ and always the one that speaks for him is WQ.I hope you can help me find this fic, I'd love to read it again. Thank you for everything 🤗💜 @wangxiansgirl

FOUND! 💖 Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist (M, 51k, wangxian, canon divergence, WWX survives, sect leader WWX, yiling wei sect au, slow burn, angst w/ happy ending, getting together, pining, love confessions, reunions, mind all the tags)

Not FOUND! Identity Porn AU by ShanaStoryteller

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3. Hi! I've just watched the trailer for the movie "red, white and royal blue" and I remembered reading a wangxian fic based on that novel too!! I cannot find it anymore tho? Does anyone remember that fic? Thank you all guys for your amazing support!! @jaecomments

FOUND! History, Huh? by BaconnEggs (M, 53k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, RWARB AU basically, Modern Royalty, First Son, International Relations, Diplomacy, Multimedia, Miscommunication, Mischief, Royalty, First Kiss, Implied Sexual Content, Friends With Benefits, Oblivious, Sexuality Crisis, Non-Graphic Smut, Secret Relationship, Fade to Black, YZY is a Good Parent, WangXian Being WangXian, Chatting & Messaging, First Time, Twitter) could it be this one? i haven't read it but it's the only one i could find that fits.

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4. Hii! I'm looking for this fanfic where Wei ying got cursed or something like that. Because of that he can't see (and feel? hear?) Lan Zhan, Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Jiang Cheng (and Jin Ling?). To break the curse they have to admit their true feelings towards him and wei ying has to acknowledge and accept them. He thinks they all hate him, but that is obviously not the case ^^

I hope you can find it.

FOUND? See Me, Feel Me (Listening to You) by Ghost_Honey (T, 29k, wangxian, JC & WWX, LSZ & WWX, JL & WWX, LJY & WWX, WWX pov, WWX needs a hug, and gets several, WWX’s abysmal self-esteem, emotional healing, angst, curses, JC & WWX reconciliation, hurt/comfort, cuddling)

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5. Hi!!!! I'm looking for a texting fic, it's set in the regular mdzs verse (not modern, but like they just invented a version of texting) LXC is like a massive hoe in it. Please help, I'm getting desperate here, Thanks @sad-stucky-shipper-107

FOUND? Grandmaster of Meme-onic Cultivation by Hades_the_Blingking (T, 75k, LWJ/WWX/MXY, chat fic, canon compliant, memes, polyamory, not everyone dies au)

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6. Hey, I have been looking for this fic for a very very loooong time, and still unable to find it. I hope you can find it for me

Here is all the things that I remember of that fic:

- modern setting

-lwj is an actor or singer (not sure which one 🤔)

- established wwx/lwj-i think wwx is a reporter/paparazzi

-there is a part where other reports think that lwj is dating mianmian

That's all I can remember so far. Hope you can find it 🤞@mayavsworld

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7. Hi! Please help me find this fic. It was post canon. LJY night hunting with LSZ, but only LJY come back to Gusu with LSZ's head ribbon. WWX took the news hard that i think its mentioned that he fall sick after that. I think LWJ went to where the night hunt happened and kill the snake yao to at least find LSZ body to have a burial but come out empty. I think it was chaptered fic but im not sure. At near the end of the story, in LP, LSZ turn up and make JWY shocked. He than tells JWY that the snake yao didnt killed him and he get lost when he is trying to go home. Thats all i remember. Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

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8. a fanfic where wei ying's parents aren't married and he gets turned into a slave @lydiablackrose

FOUND? To Be Known by kat8cha (M, 4k, LXC/JGY, pre-3zun, wangxian, mildly dubious consent, Captive Prince fusion, sex work, master/pet, something made them do it, non-con situation, emperor NMJ, WIP/discontinued)

FOUND? Leash the Wind by ladyshadowdrake (E, 71k, wangxian, LXC/JGY, NHS/JC, Captive Prince fusion, emperor LXC, fluff & angst, slow burn, dub con, extensive world building, WIP)

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9. Hey, I was hoping you could help me find a wanxian fic where wei wuxian gives himself to the Lans to be cleansed from resentful energy in exchange for the Wen's safety. The wens move to cloud recesses, I think. Lan wangji uses his qin to purge the resentment and unknowingly nearly kills wei wuxian. His body starts to deteriorate back to when he had injured himself in the fall to the burial mounds.

FOUND? decay by antebunny (G, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, the fluffiest ending, Hurt/Comfort)

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10. There’s a fic I can’t track down. It was a bottom Lan Wangji one. I think wwx had been fantasizing about oral sex for a while and I have a rather distinct memory of Lan Wangji sitting down next to him at his desk and sucking on his fingers. The situation may or may not have had something to do with some p0rn Huaisang sent them, my memory is very hazy :’D

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11. Hello! Jealous lwj au. Wen ning and wwx are friends. wwx loves making lwj jealous because he gets railed so hard when lwj is jealous and angy. then one time it got too much, wwx suggested hugging or doing something sketchy with wen ning during a party. wwx promised wn that it'll be the last time. then lwj saw it, but sadness was seen in his face not the usual anger that wwx wants from lwj. lwj runs away from the party and lwj throws their ring. then wwx ran after him crying begging. THANK YOU! @jamebyeol-blog

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12. hello!

there was a particular fic where wei wuxian learns how to weild his sword all over again and sword fights with lan wangji under the moonlight and lam wangji is extremely turned on by it.

wei wuxian tries to pick up sword fighting and challenges lan wangji

this and any other wangxian sword fighting fic works too!! @lalalalan

REC: 与其身后名 | immaculate by auberjing (E, 15k, wangxian, wuxia au, courtesan LWJ, angst w happy ending, revenge, pining, virgin LWJ, getting together, major illness, blood & injury, martial arts, cottagecore, ritual sex, alcohol, mutilation, near death experiences, recovery, implied/referenced torture, bottom LWJ)

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13. Hi, sorry to bother, I have two requests for finding a fic. I wanted to know if anyone remembers A) a fic where A Yuan goes with Wei Wuxian to Jin Ling's A one month celebration. This someone changes the way things go. B) Also another one where A Yuan shows up with Wei Wuxian when he's discussing the Wens being prisoners so people see that there are children in the prisoners camps!! Any story where A Yuan changes things for the better before Wei Wuxian's death. Thank you, be well @monicaop21

Hi, thanks for your help but is not the fic I'm looking for, I think it was complete and I do remember A-Yuan is in Koi Tower, he arrives with Wei Wuxian there. Be well!!

13A)

Not FOUND I whatever you, I will stand by your side by Lizziewriter07 (M, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Canon JC, Bitter WWX, Cultivation world Bashing, dadxian, Sexual Tension, Pining, Protective LWJ, SongXiao Get a Happy Ending, Protective WQ)

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

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14. Looking for a fic that was on ao3. I remember there was two versions, one where WWX was a man and another where he was a woman and he decided to fake his death I think? And leave the cultivation world behind. He/she had twin sons that were A-Yuan and Jingyi I believe and then in the end LWJ who is the father of the twins but he doesn’t know it, fakes his death and finds them by an anonymous tip *cough cough* NHS who had tried to get WWX to rejoin the cultivation world earlier when NMJ died. @bigmeatycl0ws

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15. y’all are doing the gods work with this blog and this is coming from an atheist XD

anywho i’m looking for a specific fic (or was it series?) where the premise is the swords are spirits that can manifest in a human body. wwx is one such sword called suibian, as is lwj. the story starts (i think) with wwx being jc’s sword and they don’t really get along/harmonise (big surprise)

there’s some world building of a story of xxc being a self wielding sword and getting tricked by xy and either doing bad stuff and then dying or just dying.

uh it ends with wwx and lwj proving to the golden tower (the peeps that hold the swords because they’re too innocent or whatevs to be alone out in the wild) that they can handle their own. there’s a line in there about how they’re not self-wielding swords, but swords that wield each other.

wwx was previously lwj’s human under the name wwx something one or both of them forgot.

there’s some scene after about wwx meeting jc’s new sword and there being some antagonism between them (new sword throwing tantrum and wwx being chaotic but solving the problem as usual)???

think author said it was inspired slightly by touken ranbu? or some other sword person anime/game thing?

this is so detailed it’s bothering me so much but i can’t find it and i’m at the point where i’m doubting if it existed ;-; @tabbycallie

FOUND! swords, i guess by victortor (T, 26k, wangxian, swords au, asexual character, asexual LWJ)

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16. Please help me find a fic! I think it was a WWX's Parents Live fic, but I can't be sure. I remember that LQR had a good opinion of him at the start of the guest lectures. There's a scene where LQR is talking about talismans, and has WWX take out all of the talismans he has on him. WWX has a whole system set up for combat talismans in one sleeve and general use talismans in the other, and he lectures about their unique uses and value and a bunch of sect heirs get angry at him for showing them up, and I think there's a fight later? But I really don't remember much beyond that. @lewiscarrolatemybrain

FOUND! From the Warm Sun by sunshine_sparrow (T, 58k, WangXian, CSSR & WWX, CSSR & LQR, Discussion of Rape, Period-Typical Sexism, Mostly CQL but probably some MDZS too, CSSR Lives, Madam Lán Lives, Qingheng-jun lives, But WCZ Still Dies, Fix-It, Happy Ending, All Soft and Very Little Angst, the wens live, Yīn Iron, Good Person MY, Good Person LQR) The scene with the talismans is in chapter 4.

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17. Hello, thank you guys for all of your hard work! Don’t remember if this was book or cql canon but im looking for a fic where post WWX death lwj travels to another world where wwx is still alive during the cr lectures and older lwj, young WWX and young lwj end up sleeping together and then nhs comes and brings lwj back to their og world fulfill his grand plan

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18. Hi! I have already asked this before but i can't remember the title again. So i am asking for your help once again.

So like, the cultivation world needs yiling laozu's help and they tried to summon him using mo xuanyu but they failed since yl Iz appeared in his own original body and not in mxy. Anyway so history repeats itself, wwx knows everybody especially lan zhan cuz he his "friend" that time. They became curious about wwx, they found his journal and he kept talking about this certain friend eventually they found out the friend's name is lan zhan lan wangji. Time skip they found out that Iwj reincarnated, he looks exactly the same as wwx's friend. Lxc said it was impossible cuz all their ancestors died because of an explosion that was caused by wwx back in the day.

There is this spefic scene, wwx kept blaming himself because he was the reasom why Iz died, ok so Iz married a woman (arranged marriage) and had child with her, wy was heartbroken and told Iz that he has feelings for him, Iz also has feelings for him, so when Iz heard that the sects will have a siege in burial mounds he went there and protected wy then something happened and the surroundings explode.

Anyway, they have come to a conclusion that wy is an immortal, he took care of Iz's child, Iz reincarnated he fought really hard to keep his body and appearance the same @hellothere9597

I know I’ve read this one but I can’t remember the name and all the tags I think should be in there aren’t :’) ~Mod L

FOUND? Old Foreshadows by protos_metazu_ison (M, 15k, WangXian, YLLZ WWX, BAMF WWX, War, Universe Alteration, Sunshot Campaign, [Podfic] Old Foreshadows by Saint_tuesday)

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19. Ok I'm looking for a fic I read years ago where we have amateur porn channel, lwj is submissive full time and wwx calls him bunny, he's the Dom in the relationship but lwj is the top. It's all lwj pov and he's alone at home and horny but holding back bc he's not allowed to cum without permission even when he's alone. Idk I'm just needing some sub lwj in my life. Thanks so much!

FOUND? The impatient rabbit by BCat13 (E, 3k, WangXian, Somnophilia, BDSM, Dom WWX, Sub LWJ, top LWJ, Bottom WWX, Soft Dom WWX, Service Sub LWJ, Bunny LWJ, Emotionally overwhelmed LWJ, Breeding Kink, Exhibitionism, Art)

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20. hey! can anyone help me find this wangxian fic set in the burial mounds days where jgs (?) found this one artifact that would enable him to see inside of the burial mounds, called a meeting with all the sects and everyone saw that they were harmless or something among those lines, thanks!

FOUND? A Step in the Wrong Direction by pupeez4eva (Not rated, 4k, wangxian, canon divergence, humor, everyone realizes WWX and the wens are innocent, the Jins have a lot of answering to do, JGS pov)

FOUND? Through A Looking Glass by Purplepulu (Not rated, 21k, wangxian, canon divergence, Families of Choice, Wēn Remnants Live, Fix-It of Sorts, Creepy JGS, JZX Tries, Cultivators with One brain cell, Crack Treated Seriously, Humor, Angst w Happy Ending, Oblivious WWX, Pining LWJ, Matchmaker LXC, Mastermind NHS, Traumatized A-Yuan, Fluff, NMJ Lives, Soft NMJ, BAMF WWX, POV LXC, POV JGS, Protective JYL, JZN Being an Asshole, Everyone Lives au, Except for JZN, Good Sibling JC)

FOUND? Revealing Truth by DreamNightmare (G, 2k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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holylulusworld · 1 month

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I saw a list of reverse fanfic tropes,and one of them was "accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss" and I immediately thought of you. Imagine Reader accidentally kidnapping mafia boss Bucky but Bucky is just smitten and doesn't want to be let go. This is not a request but an idea which you don't have to write. But why does this trope sounds like something you would came up with and write? Lol.

👀👀👀 Do you mean this list? Reverse tropes The list I reblogged and saved for later. The one haunting my dreams. The one wanting me to write all of them. 😂😂

Do you want a sneak peak...?? Yes, no...maybe? Well, I'll just dump it here...

Too many beds - Steve wants to make a move but there are too many beds (maybe Tony tries to mess with him)

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss - Bucky or Nick falls in love with their kidnapper

Really nice guy who hates only you - Why does he hate you? Undecided character, angst too? Maybe the reader likes him??

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class - Professor Loki maybe???

Divorce of convenience - ???

Too much communication - They talk too much and annoy everyone around??? - or each other

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse) Dean Winchester must kiss his chosen enemy. Curse+Witch

Dating your enemy’s sibling - You date [undecided char] to piss his brother/sister off - your chosen enemy - or they date you because they hate your brother/sister

Lovers to enemies - Angst - Maybe Steve Rogers and she turns dark - Villain!Reader/Hydra Reader???

Hate at first sight - Lloyd Hansen - he's a cunt and you hate him (and his stache)

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead - You and the fem char hit it off and give the dude the boot :)

Fake amnesia - you want to break up and use the most stupid idea ??? - or you committed a crime/fucked something up and pretend you have amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other - Angst - SPN? or Winter Soldier

Strangers to enemies - You immediately hate each other - undecided character

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating - Angst?? maybe short or chubby reader - RPF?

Too hot to cuddle - ???

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground - AU Thor? (maybe chubby Thor) - include Loki and Hela - they try to save the company - they hire the reader to save the company or keep Thor in line

Nursing home au - Old Steve Rogers maybe???

#lulu answers #:)#reverse tropes

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formulaborb · 2 months

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Send me one of these prompts and I'll write a little drabble (:

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle based on this post

#ask game #i left a couple out bc i didn't wanna do them LFMAJDSKJDA

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1d1195 · 2 months

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BESTIE HAVE YOU SEEN THESE REVERSE TROPES I’M CRYING 😭

• Too many beds

• Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

• Really nice guy who hates only you

• Academic rivals except it's two teachers who compete to have the best class

• Divorce of convenience

• Too much communication

• True hate's kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

• Dating your enemy's sibling

• Lovers to enemies

• Hate at first sight

• Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

• Fake amnesia

• Soulmates who are fated to k*ll each other

• Strangers to enemies

• Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren't actually dating

• Too hot to cuddle

• Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

• Nursing home au

Honestly though, I feel like “Dating your enemy’s sibling” and “Soulmates fated to k*ll each other” would both go hard!! but the CEO running the company into the ground got me 😂

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Omg I love these! I’ve seen them before but I skimmed real quick before. Too many beds SENDS me. Hate at first sight mwahahaha

I like your favorites as well but I think I like true hates kiss most 😂

It’s so funny I was thinking of you all week! Hope you’re well! 💕 thanks for thinking of me!!

Xoxo

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Thomas Barrow x Male!reader - love to hate you, hate to love you

Part 15:

You looked at the door then back at him.

“I don’t heave much time Thomas.”

“I know, I know you don’t. But will you listen?”

You nodded your head and he took your hand in his.

“I don’t care about all of this.. demigod.. business whatever that is. But if this is what you were hiding it means you cannot run from this anymore.”

“Thomas.. you heard what I said. I cannot die.”

“You said it was a curse, curses can be broken, right?”

“Not this one Thomas, only the god who placed it on me can break it.”

“Then how can he break it?”

“I’d have to ask him but you cannot exactly walk up to the king of the gods and ask him for a favour.”

Thomas nodded his head a little and you reached out, placing your hand on the side of his face and gave him a sad smile.

“It’s why I told you to forget…”

“I can’t forgot…”

You sighed softly.

“Me neither but.. if I knew I would’ve been this sad, this hurt.. this lonely… I would never have given out my heart…”

“Don’t say that…”

“One day you will die, and I should still be alive but barely. I have never felt like this towards someone before, I didn’t realise it would feel like this…”

Thomas leant forward, pressing his lips to yours in the ghost of a kiss.

“I don’t care if I should die before you…”

“But I will…”

You looked at him.

Taking his face between your hands, you pulled him into a kiss, and he stepped forward, trapping you between him and the door.

Pulling away, you took a small breath and looked at him.

“I have to go.”

“I would say stay safe but apparently you’re immortal.”

You rolled your eyes at him and pushed him away, leaving.

“Hermes is outside.” Lock said.

Frowning, you walked over and you looked at the god who held out a letter to you.

“From Zeus.”

You opened it.

‘You are not immortal anymore, don’t act so foolishly.’

“Oh you bastard!” You yelled.

You barely dodged the lightening that was aimed at you.

“What is it?” Lock asked.

You held the letter out to him.

“He only decided to tell you now?”

“Apparently so.”

“So what now?”

You looked at your friends and shook your head.

“We keep it between us, keep hold of the letter. Whatever happens, happens.”

“He is a bastard.”

Lock jumped back to avoided some lightening and you both glared at the sky.

“It’s too late to change the plans.”

“You’ve still got that coin, right?”

“I do, but here.”

You handed it to him.

“Get out of the underworld free card. I hardly expect my own father will trap me there.”

Lock laughed a little nodding his head.

“That’s true.”

“There’s movement!” Mr Bates called.

You and locked ran up to where the archers where standing, and you stood with them, standing on the window ledge with lock.

“Ready your weapons!”

The demigods and ghosts gathered below, and you nodded to lock and he ran to the stairs to head downstairs.

“Archers arrows!”

They all notched an arrow, and you clasped your hands behind your back.

“Remember who the enemy, our foes must be killed today, here and now!”

“Yes sir!” They yelled.

You looked at the arrows to your right, lighting the tips on fire, then you did the same to the ones on the left.

“Hold!”

You carefully watched.

“Fire!”

They realised them, and a few of the monsters fell.

“Attack!”

Everyone charged and you jumped back, running into the shadows, you appeared outside and grabbed the reins of your Pegasus, and he took flight as you charged at the monsters.

It was a battle of the wills, the yells of demigods and the clasping of weapons and monsters.

You focused on the ones on the skies, barely dodging their attacks as the flooded you.

Everybody in the home watched with horror as the night began to take over and they could no longer see what was going on.

“What’s the status?” Lord Grantham asked.

“A few injuries nothing more.” A ghost replied.

“How do you know?”

“Us spirits are all connected by mind.”

Lord Grantham nodded his head.

It felt weird to him to be talking to a spirit, but he could see the ghostly figure as clear as day standing in the room with him.

Sweeping down, you grabbed a young teen by his arm and stole him from a monster and swung him back to the ground and he charged again.

You here a loud growl and you sighed in relief.

“Get them Cerberus!”

The hound barked and charged forward.

“Good heavens what was that?” Mr Carson asked.

“That would be Cerberus, he belongs to Hades himself.”

“The three headed dog?” Thomas asked.

“Yes.”

The demigod crouched down and pick up some more arrows, setting them in the windowsill, turning around to keep firing.

The battle was tense and went on all night, and as the early morning light came, they could see the battle ground, ashes blowing in the wind, and the final monster was brought down.

“Send out the medics!” Lord Grantham called.

Apollos children rallied and everybody rushed outside to help.

They tried their best to treat everybody the best they could, having been giving a crash course of demigod medicine by Arthur.

Lock came limping over, and sat down on the steps.

“Where’s (L/N)?” Lady Mary asked.

You came walking over, hand on your side and you looked at her.

“I’m here my lady.”

“Let me see.”

You lowered your hand to show her your blooded side and she rushed you to sit down on the ground.

“Arthur?!”

“Yes General?”

“Take the worst injured back to camp, Chiron has everything set up waiting.”

“Can you manage? It will be half the army.”

“I know, but we haven’t a choice. They’re too injured to fight, I can manage.”

He nodded and began to round some people up to help.

“Can we help?” Mrs Patmore asked.

You looked up at her.

“In fact, yes. I need all of you to go back to the camp, there’s one thing left and I fear it is too dangerous to have you here.”

“All of us?” Lady Cora asked.

“Yes my lady, please.”

She looked at Lord Grantham.

“We’ll go.”

“Thank you.”

Lady Mary bandaged your wound and she began help get everyone ready to move.

They all left and you slowly stood up, feeling the ground shake under your feet.

“At the ready! This is it!”

They stood up.

“Defeat is not an option!” Lock yelled.

You all stood facing the tree line and you watched as the giant came through and you all charged.

It was a mess, and you couldn’t get close, so you called everybody back.

“Go! We will handle this!”

“But sir!”

“Go!”

The demigods quickly ran back, and you turned to lock.

“Cerberus!”

The hound growled and charge forward, and you wanted for your moment, pining the giant and you released your chains on it and Cerberus stood back growling.

You and Lock ran over, and you both jumped on your Pegasi.

“Will they hold?!”

“Not for long!”

You worked on finding a way to kill the monster, and you heard the chains snapping, it wasn’t going to take long.

Then something it you.

The final strike.

“Lock get back!”

He retreated and you urged your Pegasus up high and the giant broke free, and looked up at you.

“(Y/N)!”

Grabbing your sword, you jumped, aiming straight down.

Throwing your sword with all your might, you lit it on fire and the giant slammed his hand into you, sending your through the air and the sword hit its mark, immediately killing the giant.

You went crashing through trees until you finally hit the ground and blacked out.

Lock cried your name, ensuring the giant was dead he rushed over and gathered you on his Pegasus and he rushed you back to camp.

Everybody was rushing about.

“Where is he?!” Arthur called.

Lock jumped down, carefully pulling you down as well.

“Help! Get over here!” Arthur yelled.

Everyone looked over as you were laid on a cot.

“Oh goodness…” Anna whispered.

You were bleeding all over, from your head, your mouth, there were holes in your shirt and blood coming from them.

Everyone stared in horror.

“Someone get his shirt off!” Arthur snapped.

They cut your shirt and it was even worse, gashes all over your chest, and a gaping wound on your left side, blood pooling out.

They began to work quickly on you, doing everything they could while the family all stood watching, the servants standing nearby.

Demigods slowly gathered around, limping or supporting one another to crowd around your cot.

“How’s he looking?” One asked softly.

“Not good… he should be healing.” Arthur said.

“He’s.. he’s not immortal. Zeus removed the cursed and only just told him before the battle.”

Lock pulled out the paper and handed it to Chiron who walked over next to him.

“So.. he could die..?” Daisy asked softly.

“Quite possibly…” someone whispered.

The air became morbid as they all looked at you.

They treated all your wounds and had you moved into your cabin onto your bed, and the family and servants followed closely.

“How can we help him?” Lady Cora asked.

“It’s out of our control, I’ve no doubt his father will come collect him soon and take him away.”

“You mean.. to..?” Mrs Baxter asked.

“No, not what you’re thinking. To the underworld.” Hades said.

He stepped forward and looked at you.

“Oh my boy…” he whispered.

Hades sat on your bed and looked at them all.

“Regardless of where he is, here or there, he could still possibly die. But in the underworld we can assure his health better.”

“You can’t take him away!” Thomas protested.

“He is my son and I can do as I wish.”

Hades looked at them all.

“I will update Chiron who will update you. I’m sorry, but he cannot stay here in this condition.”

Hades placed a hand on your head, and you vanished from their sight.

“Locklin, you should come as well, your father will be on a rampage when he figures it out.”

“Right of course.”

They all vanished and everyone stood there.

They did keep helping the other demigods, coming when they could, servants coming down on half days to help with rehabilitation and just to know them better.

Everything slowly returned to normal as the months went by, but they were growing worried about you, and no one like Thomas worried more for your safety.

Sometimes he would just sit in your cabin and waited, he would write you letters and give them to Chiron.

Hades walked into your room with another letter and you looked at him.

“So how long are you going to hide out here?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed.

Hades handed the letter over and you set it aside looking up at him.

“They’re worried about you, you’re well enough to walk around.”

“Hades they know.”

“And they adapted, they’ve grown fond of camp half blood, you would know if you actually read the letters they were sending you.”

You said nothing and looked away.

“Hide all you might, you will have to face the music at one point.”

You said nothing and he walked out, and you looked at the letter and put it in the draw with all the rest.

“So he’s still sulking.”

“And you’re still here.”

Lock smiled and sat on the chair by your bed.

“Zeus has pardoned me, but I still flicked between here and there.”

“Hades is going to kick you out at some point.”

“Hades loves me even if he won’t admit it.”

You smiled a little and rolled your eyes.

“How’s the side.”

“Don’t, you don’t want to know.”

“Fine, but will you come? They’re worried.”

“No.”

“(Y/N), stop being stubborn. You’re as pale as a ghost you haven’t seen the sun in months.”

“I am the son of hades, I’m naturally pale.”

Lock laughed a little, shaking his head at you and he reached into the draw, pulling out the new letter and he held it up.

“A letter from your lover?”

“He refuses to let me go.”

“He loves you, is that so wrong?”

“I hate him.”

“Don’t be so stubborn no you don’t, I know you write to him but never send them.”

You glared a little bit and said nothing, and Lock sighed, setting the letter back and closed the draw.

He looked at you for a moment.

“I’ll bring him here.”

“Do not go bribing living souls into the underworld!”

“Fine! Okay! Just stop being a baby and go up.”

Lock got up and left and you waited a moment before taking the letter and you opened it.

‘Please come back.’

That’s all it said.

Setting it away, you sighed, feeling a tug at your heart.

Another few weeks passed and you were walking around aimlessly, using the walls to help support you was you walked over to your fathers chair.

You sat next to him with a grunt of pain.

“You’re still here.”

“I do live here.”

“You are a living soul, you live up there. You’re sulking.”

“You’ve been talking to Lock.”

He shrugged a little and you glared at him a little bit and he grinned down at you.

“I’m going up tomorrow.”

“Will you tell them?”

“Not likely, I’m still in no state.”

Hades nodded his head and had someone pack your things and the following day you were sat on the steps of your cabin.

“You’re looking better.”

“I feel like death Chiron.”

“Well.”

You smiled a little and he smiled a little bit back at you.

“I’m glad to have you back.”

“Thank you…”

You looked around and the camp, at how much it had changed.

There was two new cabins, one for the servants and the family if they came to stay, and there was a sort of path now, no doubt ti make it easier to get around.

It was different, but it was still the same in a way

#Downton abbey #downton abbey x reader #downton abbey x you #Downton abbey imagine #Thomas barrow #thomas barrow x reader #Thomas Barrow x you #Thomas Barrow imagine

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axvwriter · 8 days

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Rather Kiss a Frog

What if I take one of the prompts here and write it? True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

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Bobo hated attending balls, yet Penelope had somehow found a way to make attending this one mandatory. She rather be fighting a Sheer bat in a spore field than be here, especially since that annoying nosy mage wouldn’t leave her side. Though maybe the sixteen-year-old could appreciate him keeping away the nobles if the mage wasn’t asking some weird questions.

“What do you think? Would a true hate’s kiss work if the kisser really hated the cursed? Or would it only work if the cursed really hated the kisser?” Mage Maus asked, a wine glass precariously hanging in his hand. Usually Bobo would hate how close he was, but his body blocked most people from seeing her.

“Is that an actual cure for a curse? What would such a curse do?” Bobo could barely recall how the mage even got on this topic. Though it would be hard to remember when you’re barely listening.

“Duchess Bobo, won’t you pay attention?” Maus whined as he reached for her chin. She grabbed his wrist, preventing him from doing so.

“I’m more concerned about you dropping your glass.” Bobo huffed. She let go of him upon spotting the young noble that tried to dance with her earlier. She shuffled more behind the pillar. Bobo didn’t want to try explaining what “estate” she had. Penelope really should have given her more to work with.

Maus took a swig of his drink, glancing over his shoulder as he did so. The mage frowned and shuffled to further hide Bobo with his stature. Then he was all smiles again, bringing his glass towards her.

“Want a sip? Maybe you’ll relax more if you do.” Maus teasingly offered.

“From a cup you touched? No way in any abyss would I ever do so. Plus aren’t I too young for that specific beverage?” Bobo glowered. She may not be allowed to bring her hammer to these, but surely she could still break this twig of a man with a solid punch.

“Hm? Oh yes, I do keep forgetting how young you are. So small but so mature.” Maus took another sip before letting a giggle escape himself.

“I’m getting rather tired of your presence.” Bobo growled.

“My, aren’t you always?” Maus’s smile eased, a melancholy look overtaking him. “Back to the question… how do you think a true hate’s kiss would work?”

“…I don’t like your persistence. I’m only tolerating this so I don’t have to participate more than I have to for Princess Penelope’s game.” Bobo looked uneasily into his sad eyes. “I’d say that it would be a kisser that hates the cursed and that cursed hates the kisser. Mutual deep hatred surely fulfills the true hate requisite.”

“Ah, I guess I wouldn’t be your kisser then.” Maus laughed.

“A-are you saying I’m cursed?”

“Well, what if you are? Though no, that type of cure wouldn’t be used. Just a drunken ponderation.” Maus hummed as he took a step back. He looked away, swirling the small amount of wine he had left.

“My apologies… but it seems I can’t keep you company any longer.” Maus flashed Bobo a smile before swiftly moving away into the dancing crowd. Bobo took a step forward, her brow furrowed. Had the whispering rumors of her family being cursed reach the surface?

“Bobo, there you are.” Penelope sighed, covering her annoyance with faux worry. Bobo kept from grumbling, lest she be scolded about it later.

“Come on, there’s been people asking about you.” Penelope looped arms with her so she could gracefully drag Bobo.

“The only cover you’ve given me is being a duchess. I don’t know anything about that so how am I suppose to talk to anyone about that?” Bobo hissed as she unwillingly followed.

“That’s what makes this fun.” Penelope whispered. Bobo glared.

“If anyone would be my true hate’s kiss, it would be you.” Bobo whispered back, aware that Penelope’s hearing wasn’t as sharp.

#bobo mycelind #mushrooms kingdom #axv writing #tumblr link #reverse trope prompts #penelope #typed this mostly one handed as my other hurts #mage maus #want to do a twst version too

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rendy-a · 2 months

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Reverse Trope Poll

Look for the summaries in my previous post.

#reverse tropes #poll game

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malk1ns · 2 months

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True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse) just gives crazy sid/claude energy

while i appreciate the energy here, i am quite literally the last person who would ever do anything with this pairing, haha. sorry!

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dfroza · 1 year

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Today’s reading from the ancient books of Proverbs and Psalms

for june 27 of 2023 with Proverbs 27 and Psalm 27, accompanied by Psalm 7 for the 7th day of Astronomical Summer, and Psalm 28 for day 178 of the year (with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 2nd revolution this year)

[Proverbs 27]

Don’t brag about what may happen tomorrow

because you have no idea what it will bring.

Let someone else praise you;

compliments are always sweeter from a stranger’s lips than from your own.

Heavy is rock and weighty is sand,

but more burdensome than either is the anger of a fool.

Wrath is fierce and anger is a tidal wave of fury,

but who of us can stand up against jealousy?

Open rebuke is better

than hidden love.

Wounds inflicted by the correction of a friend prove he is faithful;

the abundant kisses of an enemy show his lies.

The person who is full has no interest in honey;

but to the starving, bitterness itself is sweet.

Like a bird that strays far from its nest,

so is a person who forsakes his own home.

The heart is delighted by the fragrance of oil and sweet perfumes,

and in just the same way, the soul is sweetened by the wise counsel of a friend.

Do not neglect your friend or your parent’s friend for that matter.

When hard times come, you don’t have to travel far to get help from family;

A neighbor who is near is better

than a brother who is far away.

Study to be wise, my son, and make my heart glad,

for then your life will be my answer to anyone who hurls insults.

The astute see evil coming and take shelter,

but the stupid plow right on and then, of course, have to pay the price.

If someone guarantees a stranger’s debt, hold his garment as collateral;

if that guarantee is for the debt of a foreigner, make sure you get a deposit.

Anyone who blesses his neighbor with a loud voice

early in the morning,

will find his blessing regarded as a curse.

A constant dripping on a rainy day

and a wife’s bickering are very much alike:

Anyone who tries to control her might as well try to control the wind

or pick up oil in his right hand.

In the same way that iron sharpens iron,

a person sharpens the character of his friend.

Whoever takes care of a fig tree will eat of its fruit,

and whoever cares for his master will be honored.

Just as water reflects a person’s true face,

so the human heart reflects a person’s true character.

Neither the grave nor destruction is ever satisfied;

the desires of people are never totally fulfilled.

The crucible is used for refining silver, the furnace for gold,

but praise is what tests a person’s mettle.

Though you grind a fool like grain

in a mortar with a pestle,

still his foolishness will not be separated from him.

Pay careful attention to your flocks,

and see to the welfare of your herds

Because riches do not last forever,

nor does one dynasty retain power through all generations.

When the hay is harvested and the autumn grasses begin to grow

and the herbs of the mountains are gathered,

Then the lambs will provide wool for your clothing,

young goats can be sold to buy a new field,

And there will be enough milk from your goats

to sustain you, your family, and your serving girls.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 27 (The Voice)

[Psalm 27]

A Song of Trust in God

Of David.

The Lord is my light and the one who saves me.

So why should I fear anyone?

The Lord protects my life.

So why should I be afraid?

Evil people may try to destroy my body.

My enemies and those who hate me attack me,

but they are overwhelmed and defeated.

If an army surrounds me,

I will not be afraid.

If war breaks out,

I will trust the Lord.

I ask only one thing from the Lord.

This is what I want:

Let me live in the Lord’s house

all my life.

Let me see the Lord’s beauty

and look with my own eyes at his Temple.

During danger he will keep me safe in his shelter.

He will hide me in his Holy Tent,

or he will keep me safe on a high mountain.

My head is higher than my enemies around me.

I will offer joyful sacrifices in his Holy Tent.

I will sing and praise the Lord.

Lord, hear me when I call;

have mercy and answer me.

My heart said of you, “Go, worship him.”

So I come to worship you, Lord.

Do not turn away from me.

Do not turn your servant away in anger;

you have helped me.

Do not push me away or leave me alone,

God, my Savior.

If my father and mother leave me,

the Lord will take me in.

Lord, teach me your ways,

and guide me to do what is right

because I have enemies.

Do not hand me over to my enemies,

because they tell lies about me

and say they will hurt me.

I truly believe

I will live to see the Lord’s goodness.

Wait for the Lord’s help.

Be strong and brave,

and wait for the Lord’s help.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 27 (New Century Version)

[Psalm 7]

A song of David to the Eternal regarding Cush, the Benjaminite.

O Eternal my God, in You I seek refuge.

Save me from those who are chasing me. Rescue me,

Or else they will tear me to pieces as a lion devours his prey;

they will carry me off with no one to snatch me from their jaws.

O Eternal my God, if I have done anything wrong to deserve this,

if there is blood on my hands,

If I have mistreated a friend,

or if I have stolen from an adversary without just cause,

Then let my enemy come after me and catch me,

stomping me into the ground, ending my life,

and grinding my honor into the dirt.

[pause]

Arise, O Eternal One, inflamed by Your anger.

Come and counter the rage of my adversaries;

open Your eyes, my God; hear my plea for justice once and for all.

Let the people gather around You.

Return to Your rightful place above them in the high court.

The Eternal will judge the nations.

Judge me now, Eternal One, according to my virtue and integrity.

Please, bring the evil actions of these wicked, wicked people to an end!

But secure the righteous,

For You, righteous God,

examine our hearts and minds.

God is my defender;

He rescues those who have a pure heart.

God is a just judge;

He passes judgment daily against the person who does evil.

If the wicked do not turn from their evil deeds, God will sharpen His sword;

He will bend His bow, stringing it in readiness.

Yes, He has prepared His deadly weapons

with His arrows flaming hot.

See, my enemies are fertile with evil.

They conceive trouble

and give birth to deception.

They prepare a trap, digging a deep pit,

and fall into the snare they have made.

The trouble they plan will return to punish them,

and their violent acts will come back to haunt them.

As a result, I will thank the Eternal for His justice

and sing praises in honor of the Eternal, Most High.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 7 (The Voice)

[Psalm 28]

A song of David.

Eternal One, I am calling out to You;

You are the foundation of my life. Please, don’t turn Your ear from me.

If You respond to my pleas with silence,

I will lose all hope like those silenced by death’s grave.

Listen to my voice.

You will hear me begging for Your help

With my hands lifted up in prayer,

my body turned toward Your holy home.

I beg You; don’t punish me with the most heinous men.

They spend their days doing evil.

Even when they engage their neighbors in pleasantness,

they are scheming against them.

Pay them back for their deeds;

hold them accountable for their malice.

Give them what they deserve.

Because these are people who have no respect for You, O Eternal,

they ignore everything You have done.

So He will tear them down with His powerful hands;

never will they be built again.

The Eternal should be honored and revered;

He has heard my cries for help.

The Eternal is the source of my strength and the shield that guards me.

When I learn to rest and truly trust Him,

He sends His help. This is why my heart is singing!

I open my mouth to praise Him, and thankfulness rises as song.

The Eternal gives life and power to all His chosen ones;

to His anointed He is a sturdy fortress.

Rescue Your people, and bring prosperity to Your legacy;

may they know You as a shepherd, carrying them at all times.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 28 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

This Davidic psalm pleads with God to spare him and repay his enemies. It would be difficult to locate this psalm in any one event. During his life David faced many threats from different enemies; not only were these threats from outside his realm, but some of his most difficult challenges came from inside his own family.

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