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etoiile · 4 months

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THINGS THEY SAY BEFORE KISSING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

starring itoshi sae, mikage reo, and isagi yoichi!

a request from an anon! (x fem!reader, as per requested)

notes: ANON IM SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN DONE FOR FOREVER I JS FORGOT TO POST IT AHHH ✧ um my favoritism is showing itself in length.. ✧ BYE I HAD TO MAKE A HS MUSICAL REFERENCE AT THE END LOLL

ITOSHI SAE "you talk too much."

you had somehow snuck sae into your house underneath the noses of your incredibly strict parents. it was a full moon that night, and you two sat on your bed as you talked about everything under the sun, and he simply listened intently.

you were talking about something funny that had happened in class that day when suddenly, sae heard footsteps coming up the stairs. of course, you didn't hear it over the sound of your own voice, but sae, ever the observant one, picked up on it immediately.

"y/n. shut up!" he whisper yelled, worried your parents would hear you talking and come to check on you.

"hang on," you replied, still completely unaware of your potential doom. "im getting to the good part. and so then, the teacher gets up and-"

the footsteps were getting closer and sae is starting to panic. this is not how he wanted to meet your parents.

"y/n! quiet!" he hushed urgently, trying to get you to quiet down.

"hold on, sae. he then LOOKED HIM RIGHT IN THE EYE AND PROCEEDED TO-"

growing desperate now, sae suddenly came up with an idea.

he leaned in closer to you, and you instantly stopped talking, your voice dying in your throat. your face burned at the intense proximity and you were nervously staring back into his bold teal eyes, not really knowing what was going on.

"...sae?" you squeaked, your voice small.

sae brushes your hair out of your face tenderly before gently gripping your waist.

"you talk too much."

he then quickly pressed his lips to yours, his other hand finding place at the crook of your neck. you kissed him back instantly, throwing your hands into his pinkish hair.

sae's kiss is tender and extremely loving. he's not a man of many words; he says everything he needs to with his actions. and at that moment, as he deepened the kiss and rubbed his hands up and down your back soothingly, you could hear him saying, "i love you."

when he pulled away, there was a whole storm of butterflies in your stomach, and you were a little breathless.

"what... was that?" you panted, a little winded.

he simply chuckled and pulled you into his chest.

"you're so stupid."

"...?"

":)"

(he's the stupid one, really.)

MIKAGE REO "i love you."

reo has had plenty of experiences with girls who merely wanted him for his fame and money. he would take them out for dinner at an expensive restaurant, and they'd be all nice and sweet, but then he'd take them out for a heartfelt, well thought-out date, and they'd be cold and distant. it broke his heart, and he would constantly wonder if he'd ever be able to find someone who loved him for him. he wondered that if he didn't have his fame and wealth, would he have ever been able to find someone who wanted him?

you had been going out with reo for around two months now, and everything was going great. reo was great. he was kind, caring, charismatic, funny, charming, and overall a great guy. you two had met through a mutual friend and hit it off really well. reo had taken you out to some nice restaurants, and you'd also hung out at each other's places, and he found himself really, really liking you.

reo had to admit that he was scared. you seemed like such a great girl, and he feared that you might be just like the rest. just like the girls who had used him, who had welcomed him in and then crushed his heart, who he had truly believed liked him for him, but it didn't end up being true in the end. he knew that he gave his heart to people too easily, but he still did it each and every time. at the end of it, all he could do was hope for the best.

reo took a deep breath as he stood outside your door. he had prepared a heartfelt picnic date for the two of you, and he could feel his hands getting all clammy as he knocked a few times.

you stepped out and reo's voice got stuck in his throat. you looked stunning. you were wearing a simple white beachy dress, your hair blown out and your makeup done cute. it wasn't as extravagant or bold as some of the other looks reo had seen you in, but the first thought that came to his head was still "beautiful."

he quickly cleared his throat and regained his composure. "gorgeous as always, y/n." he grinned, still taking you in.

you giggled. "i hope so. 'surprise' is hard to dress for, reo."

"you look perfect." he chuckled in response.

reo's heart was racing as he began walking you to the picnic location where he had set everything up. he had spent over an hour laying everything out and making sure it looked perfect, and don't even get him started on the time it took to prepare everything in advance. this would be the first time he'd ever done something so heartfelt and homemade for you, and he had to admit that the thought that maybe you would turn your nose up in disgust like everyone else crossed his mind.

once you arrived, reo let out a shaky little ta-da as he nervously watched for your reaction. when you at first had none, he felt his heart dropping at the thought that he was right. you were like everyone else. you hated it and you were going to leave him.

that thought was only magnified when you started crying. reo began panicking, wondering how bad he could've messed up to make you cry. his panic quickly turned to shock and relief, though.

"this is... perfect, reo. i love it. it's beautiful. this must have taken you forever." you turned to face him. "i am so, so lucky to have you. thank you."

reo felt a wave of relief and also adrenaline wash over him as he engulfed you in a tight hug. as he held you in his arms, he knew what he was feeling right now was more than just liking you.

he gently held your face in his hands as he gazed into your eyes lovingly. he leaned in closer to your face as his heart raced faster than it ever had before.

"i love you."

he crashed his lips against yours, heart soaring when he felt you kiss him back. he almost felt like crying with how overwhelmed by his emotions he was. he deepened the kiss as he tilted you back, holding you tightly in his arms still. he'd never loved a feeling more than the feeling of your lips on his. he kissed you with passion and intensity, yet it still so full of love and affection.

when you both finally pulled away, breathless, holding each other in your arms and staring into each other's eyes, reo was still hungry for more, but he held back, awaiting your response.

you lovingly bump your forehead against his, relishing the moment.

"i love you too.'

rest assured that reo wastes no time in kissing you once more. (or twice. or three times.)

ISAGI YOICHI "can i?"

isagi yoichi was RAISED RIGHT.

he understand the importance of consent!! fear not ladies!!

you both were at a party with your friends, and for some reason, while everyone else was playing drinking games and living it up, you guys were playing truth or dare.

what were you, 10?

everyone had been mostly doing a lot of truths so far, (with the exception of bachira, who was willing to do practically anything) but people were now finally starting to pick dare. kunigami had belly flopped into a hot tub, (he was practically crying for like 15 minutes) chigiri had sent a dm to a girl he liked admitting his feelings, (please be me please be me please be me) and reo had drunk the most disgusting blend of alcohol know to mankind.

"isagirin!" bachira exclaimed, pointing a finger at isagi. "truth or dare?"

isagi hesitated. "dare."

everyone 'ooo'-ed, seeing as this was his first dare. bachira mulled it over for a minute before giving him a boyish grin.

"isagirin." he stated seriously. "i dare you to..."

everyone held their breath.

"..kiss the prettiest girl in the room."

everyone, even nagi, who was basically half asleep on reo's arm, gasped immediately. isagi's face went bright red and you suddenly felt your heart pounding.

you didnt think it was going to be you. that was stupid. you and isagi were just friends. there's no way he would ever kiss you. don't delude yourself. dont be delulu, see the trululu. (im sorry)

isagi shot bachira a dirty glare as he stood up, his legs practically shaking. you didn't know why you were so nervous. there was no way it would be you, right? you doubted that he actually reciprocated your silly little crush on him.

oh. he's walking in your direction? well.. lets see. there's a really pretty girl behind you, but she's practically grinding into some other random guy, so that's probably not it. he's getting closer? there's probably some really hot girl at the other end of the party who you just can't see. he's making eye contact with you? ok ok, don't sweat it. don't panic. why is your face getting so red? you're being so obvious! he's not into you! he's isagi yoichi! he's just a friend! he's... kneeling right in front of you...?

your heart was pounding as isagi nervously leaned in. he gently swept the hair from your face and nervously mumbled, "can i?"

all you could do was nervously nod.

isagi gently kissed you sweetly, and you felt yourself melting into him. oh my god, this was really happening! when he pulled away he nervously averted his eyes, and you did the same, flustered.

the sounds of everyone's cheers and whoops and 'finally's got softer as isagi met your gaze, and it felt like you two were the only people in the world. you two would talk it out later, but for now, you could feel in your heart that this was the start of something new.

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minervadashwood · 1 year

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Daryl Dixon x gn!Reader (plus size) - Soulmate AU

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Summary: You have a soulmate you've never met. When their injuries stop appearing on your body, you worry that they're dead. As the apocalypse starts, you're convinced of it. How very wrong you are.

Note: This story is a one-shot AU of the Scars and Stitches (Tumblr | AO3) universe. I think it can be read as a standalone, but if you want to read the whole series first, go right ahead. There is one specific event referenced in the chapter "Safe" (Tumblr | AO3). You can check that single chapter if you’re curious. Huge thanks to @livingdeadblondequeen for giving me this idea of soulmates who experience each others’ injuries and pain. This story contains: angst, scars, blood, a secretive Daryl Dixon, and a happy ending. Word count: 3.3K

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The first scar happened when you were only four. One day, you were playing outside, just after a summer storm, making mud pies with your little brother. There, up to your wrists in wet, squelchy mud, sudden scrapes appeared on your hands, your knees, and your left cheek. Your brother screamed for your mother, and he started weeping uncontrollably. “Y/N’s dying!” he said, over and over. But you weren’t. Each of your scrapes, including the slashing wound on your forehead that bled profusely, were treated at the kitchen sink. You bawled through it all, but back then your mother was gentle. She soothed you with kind words, a soft touch, and endless patience.

More injuries came after that. Your nose was broken in the third grade, your wrist in the fourth. Not a month went by when you didn’t get bruised or banged up. Your mom went back to work, taking the nightshift with your dad at the local coal refinery. You were racking up doctor’s bills right and left, and the insurance was better with both of them working.

When you were twelve, your mom sat you down one Friday night--morning for her--and told you about the birds and the bees, including soulmates. She explained that the reason you got hurt so much was because out in the world somewhere, your soulmate was getting hurt, too. You cried, worrying about the person who was injured so often.

After that, your own troubles started. Your parents took up drinking, and your cozy little trailer became a nightmarish prison. The first time your mother slapped you, you sent a silent apology to your soulmate. They’d been hurt so much already, and here you were making it worse.

At fourteen, a fight with your mother, who wielded a broken lamp, left you bleeding from a gash in your oblique. Your younger brother got in the family car, barely able to see over the steering wheel, and drove you to the doctor’s office to get you patched up. You had a jagged scar from that, and so must your soulmate. Every night you prayed to that distant person, telling them that you loved them and that you were sorry. Not for anything specific, but just because both your lives seemed to be filled with pain.

But the worst scars came when you were fifteen. You were in English class--your favorite--when your back erupted into a sharp, bruising pain that made every other injury feel like tiny scratch. You wailed, right in the middle of class, falling out of your desk chair and writhing face down on the floor. You jerked as more and more pain hit you, the force of it shaking you right to your bones. Then the bleeding started. Huge cuts formed under your shirt, soaking the garment in seconds. Your teacher ordered all the students out of the room, and she called the nurse on the intercom. You were in a fog of pain and tears, and soon too weak for even that. You woke up in the hospital, laying facedown on a gurney, your little brother at your side.

More came later, bruises on your face from what you eventually realized were fistfights, once a sprained ankle. Another broken nose. Then a third. But as you grew up, left home, and got your library degree on a state scholarship, the hurts came less and less.

You half wondered, through most of your twenties, if your mate hadn’t simply died from all their hard living. But deep down, you still felt a connection to them. Whether that was false hope or something else, you weren’t sure.

Now, you are somewhere in Georgia, staring down miles of abandoned cars. Your arm is in a sling because one of your companions put you in a wrist lock two nights ago. You have two friends here. A stressed out cop and a surly redneck. The latter keeps a close eye on you. He knows about your scars and about your mate, whom you are certain is dead.

After Shane hurt you, somehow Daryl found you. Tipsy from the liquor he’d been drinking, he took one look at you and demanded an explanation. After you showed him your arm, he wrapped it with an elastic bandage and fashioned you a sling from a pillowcase. The whole time, you sat there and cried your eyes out. You went on and on about your lost soulmate, all the pain they’d been through--all the pain you’d been through. Daryl listened, silently, his expression sometimes tense and sometimes soft. He is a man of few words, to say the least.

(You never noticed that since that night he started favoring his left arm, and that he usually sleeveless hunter took to wearing long-sleeve flannel.)

Daryl catches your attention as the group begins to split up to search the nearby cars. “‘M goin’ up ahead to get some gas wi’ T-Dog.”

“Okay,” you say. “I guess I’ll look for clothes and medicine. Maybe find something that will actually fit me.”

“Will ya try ta stay close ta the RV?”

You nod with a half smile. “Don’t worry about me, I’m one handed at the moment, and not looking to be a hero.” Daryl leaves you with a nod, and you watch him walk away from you; his broad shoulders seem large enough to carry the weight of the world. Maybe they do.

Rick approaches you a few minutes later, convinced that Daryl is the one who hurt you. You fall back on the lies you and your brother would spin after your parents had too much to drink. Lori demanded your silence, and you want to keep your promise.

“It didn’t happen to me,” you explain, “I have a soulmate. I thought they were dead, but hey, guess what? Miracles do happen.” The end of the world apparently has made you snarky. You give Rick the short version--not the weeping monologue Daryl suffered through.

“Maybe you’ll find them,” Rick says, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly.

Getting back to your task, you somehow find a suitcase with plus size clothing. Most of it is in floral prints or with obnoxiously bedazzled phrases like “hot stuff” and “super cute” spread across the front. The other options include garish Hawaiian prints and stretched out polos. You aren’t picky. If something might fit, you grab it.

You have a good-sized bundle when Daryl suddenly grabs you and pulls you to the ground. In doing so, he has saved your life, again. Under a jeep, you huddle with him, holding your breath as he glances around and grips a long knife in his hand. The walkers pass you by, miraculously, and Daryl helps you to your feet. Just as he did after the CDC exploded, he holds you close, his arms wrap tightly around your thick middle as he whispers in your ear.

“Ya did real good. It’s gonna be alrigh’.” A moment passes before he loosens his arms and lets you go.

You wonder what he must think of you. Some helpless person who cried and moaned over a bruised wrist. Someone who needs constant looking after because they can’t protect themselves in this world.

Not all of your group fared as well as you and Daryl. In fact, he has disappeared into the forest. You sit with T-Dog, stitching up his arm and digging through long-lost Merle’s stash for antibiotics.

Later, as if you’re some child to be handled, Daryl demands that Glenn take you to the farm, ostensibly to take care of T-Dog. But you know better. You’re in the way and virtually helpless. Daryl doesn’t want you underfoot while he continues the search for Sophia. You can’t blame him.

At the farm, your scant first aid knowledge isn’t much good when there’s an actual physician around. You are partially relieved. Carl has much better chances without you getting in the way.

Carol, practically a walking zombie--no, not that kind--only frets and cries. Normally, Lori would comfort her, but Lori has her own troubles. You help organize the camp, before it gets too dark, pitching tents and making up beds for Daryl, Shane, and Carol. After, you sit with Carol, and she tells you stories of Sophia, some that break your heart and some that make you smile. Her tirades against Rick bubble up in between the tales. You let her talk; it’s not like Rick’s around to hear, anyway.

Night has fallen long before you hear the now-familiar sound of Daryl’s motorcycle. He talks with Carol, and the woman cries and pounds her fists against his chest. The sight affects you so much that you feel pressure on your heart, the repetitive pulsing almost making your ribs ache. You watch as she cries herself out, and Daryl’s head hangs low. Unable to bear the sight, you leave to get some food and water for him.

Carol escapes into her tent, and as she leaves, you bring the food to Daryl. You sit next to him while he eats in silence.

You want to hug him again, like you did in his truck, like you did on the highway, but it’s clear his mind is elsewhere.

“Thanks fer the grub,” he mumbles, standing up.

“Sure, no problem. Did you get enough to eat? Drink?”

He nods, biting his thumbnail and looking at the ground.

You know he’s exhausted, but there is something boyish and lost in the way he stands and the drooping of his shoulders. All at once, he reminds you of home, of family. Indeed, a wave of familiarity overtakes you, as if you have known Daryl all your life.

Ignoring the voices of your better angels, you reach up and gently draw his hand from his mouth to hold it in yours.

He lets out a long sigh and runs his thumb over your knuckles. “We got someone keepin’ watch?”

You stare at your joined hands in the moonlight, at Daryl’s thick, calloused thumb moving over your skin. His touch grounds you, somehow. Nothing is okay right now, but with Daryl next to you, this chaos feels almost bearable.

“Dale on the RV, T-Dog in the camp,” you answer. “We set up a tent for you. You need some rest.”

He nods.

Still holding his hand, you lead him to a small copse of trees, where his tent sits, apart from the others. You know that Daryl likes his privacy.

On the way, you tell him about Carl, about Otis and Shane heading out in the morning. You tell him about Hershel, too, warning Daryl that the man is protective and opinionated. You finish just as you reach his tent, and you reluctantly let go of Daryl’s hand.

(You don’t notice how he clenches and unclenches his fist, or how he puts his other hand on that wrist, trying to dull the pain there.)

“Ya got a place to get some shut-eye?” he asks, his voice raspy and soft.

“With Carol. Don’t want to leave her alone overnight.”

He grunts, giving you a small nod. Resisting every urge to hug him, you turn and walk back to Carol’s tent. Sleep comes fast, but Carol’s cries wake you up in the night, over and over. Each time you try to comfort her until eventually she falls asleep again.

The next day, in the late afternoon, the heat has taken its toll on you, so you find respite in a shaded part of camp, drinking from a bottle of water. The grass, soft and tempting, practically invites you to take a nap. Even without Daryl or Rick close by, you are relatively safe, so you give in.

When you wake up, Dale’s face is directly above yours. His hat askew, his brow covered in droplets of sweat, Dale’s mouth is moving, but you blink in and out of consciousness. Another concussion, you think, that would make three, now.

Forcing yourself to focus, to stay alert, you try to sit up, but Dale holds you down, his lips moving even faster now. A shadow moves above. It’s T-Dog with bandages and a bottle of tequila. His voice becomes a muffled sound, then all at once, you hear Dale saying your name, over and over, telling you to stay still. T-Dog shouts for Andrea, but she is nowhere to be seen.

“Wha--”

“Save your strength,” Dale tells you. “We’re just trying to stop the bleeding before we get you inside.”

The throbbing in your head gives way to a white-hot burning in your belly. You hurt from the inside out, as if something has clawed its way through you and left agony in its wake.

A soft touch wipes a cloth across your brow. The blood on it catches your eye. The throbbing in your head must be bleeding.

“Was it a bullet?” Carol’s voice asks. She cradles your head on her lap. “They must have fallen and hit their head, too.”

“Can’t be. We would’ve heard somethin’,” T-Dog replies.

Aches, bruising and intense, bloom all over you, like smatterings of hammer blows on your joints, torso, and legs. A whimper passes your lips, but the others don’t seem to notice these fresh bumps. You start praying, like you did all those years ago, telling your soulmate that you love them, to be strong, to get themselves to safety.

Consciousness comes and goes, at one point your shoulders are caught in a bruising grip, but no one is actually touching you there. Quickly, after that, new agony rips through your open wound, making you scream and moan on the ground.

Dale’s hands are shaky, you feel the trembling at your wound. All at once the three of them turn you on your side. You can’t help the piercing scream that erupts from your mouth.

“Whatever it was, there’s an exit wound,” Dale says. “Didn’t see that at first.”

A pair of hands press against your belly and another at your back.

The new pain has you on the verge of fainting until the disembodied voice of Andrea shouts, “WALKER!”

“Shit!” T-Dog exclaims.

All of a sudden, he lifts you. The world whizzes by, a steak of green in your peripheral and a wisp of clouds overhead.

Something slices across your temple, a quick burst of pain that fades in the wake of your torso being shaken and jostled as you are carried across uneven ground.

You can’t keep your eyes open. The voices around you are silenced and your vision goes dark. Again.

“That’s two more rounds of antibiotics, Rick. Your people can’t seem to stop getting hurt.”

“I understand that, Hershel. A few of us will go out in the morning and look for what you need. For now, I need to know if they’re going to be alright.”

“They’ll need some time to recover, but, yes, they’ll be fine. Eventually. Now, I need to check on my own family.”

You hear a door slam shut, and force open your eyes. “Rick?”

The room is dark except for the light from a lantern near the table. In a chair next to you sits the deputy.

“You gave us quite the scare today,” he tells you.

“What happened?” You try sitting up, but think better of it when you realize you are shirtless under the covers. You have more scars than words to explain them.

“Daryl was tracking Sophia, fell off his horse, and down a ravine.”

You clutch the covers to your chest. “Is he okay? How bad is it?” You tremble in the bed, sick with worry.

Rick smiles and says,, “Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

You turn to see Daryl laying next to you, his head wrapped in gauze. Distantly a door opens and closes: Rick making a quick exit.

Daryl’s eyes are watery as he speaks. “Didn’ ‘spect ya ta find out like this.”

He takes your hand and places it on your forehead. Instead of hair, your fingertips trace over gauze. You realize it's wrapped around your forehead, just like it is his.

Your heartbeat pounds in your chest, sounding in your ears like the hastened beat of a bass drum.

Next to you, Daryl slowly pulls the covers down to his waist. He has a tank top on, but it does not cover the bandage on his stomach. The white gauze has been placed on the same part of his belly that caused you incredible pain before you blacked out.

“All I thought ‘bout out there was gettin’ back to ya. Jus’ thinkin’ of ya hurt as bad as me. I had to pull the arrow out to stop the bleedin’. I know it hurt like hell.” He lays on his side, but under the covers, his hand finds the soft flesh of your stomach and rests there. “‘M so sorry. Fer this, fer everythin’. If I knew before--” his voice cracks, but he keeps talking. “If I knew ya was ou’ ‘ere, gettin’ hurt ‘cause of me, I woulda been more careful all them years. I knew I didn’ deserve ya the moment ya told me all them times ya prayed to your soulmate, worried ‘bout him, ‘bout me.”

You take his hand and use it to pull him closer. His rough fingertips find their way to your upper back and hold you gently.

“I don’ deserve a soulmate, let alone someone like you,” he whispers. “Look what I done to ya. All yer life you been hurtin’. ‘Cause of me.”

Tears fall from your eyes. You cup his face, stroking your thumb on the apple of his cheek. The scruff from his beard pricks your skin, but the discomfort is welcome. “You’re real and here. That’s all that matters to me. You weren’t the one to carve up my back or break my nose. The world did that, to both of us.”

You move closer to him and cradle his neck until your noses almost touch. “I’ve been dreaming of you all my life, Daryl, scars and all. Your life--our lives are told on our bodies. Every scar a story of the time before we met. I want to write a new one. Together.”

He stares at you in the orange lantern light, and a few tears fall down his cheeks. Heart in your throat, you stay silent, watching him watch you. You lose yourself in his eyes, the soft way he gazes at you, unblinking and searching.

“I wanna kiss ya,” he mumbles. “I jus’ want ya to feel somethin’ good from me, an’ not all this pain.”

“Okay,” you whisper. “I’d like that.”

Daryl’s hand snakes up your back until it cradles the base of your head. The world goes silent the moment his lips touch yours. The taste of him sets off fireworks in your soul, as if part of you was not truly alive until this moment. You kiss him back, all those years of praying and crying over him coalescing so that you can forge this new path, together.

Some time later, you break apart, lips wet and swollen from endless, slow kisses, kisses trying to make up for decades spent apart.

“Was tha’ alrigh’?” Daryl asks, biting his bottom lip.

You smile for what feels like the first time in your life. “Not sure. We better do it again. Just in case.”

The end. Thank you for reading!

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writemekpop · 2 years

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Teenage Dream | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Summary: Your best friend Haechan refuses to tell you the name of his crush. What’s the big secret?

Genre: Friends to lovers AU

Word Count: 0.7k

Gif: @haechantaeil

“What are you doing lying out here?”

Haechan was lying on the concrete of the school playground, staring longingly up at the sky. The brown skin of his stomach peeked out from his untucked shirt. Your heart raced at the sight.

Haechan turned his head towards you, gazing up at you with deep brown eyes shining hazel in the warm afternoon sun. He let out a dramatic sigh.

“I have a disease… called love,” he said, wiping his brow melodramatically. “And I’m so lovesick that I simply can’t get up off the floor.”

You gulped. “Who are you in love with?” Could it be…? You didn’t dare let yourself dream. Haechan had been your best friend for four years, if something was going to happen between you, it would have already happened.

Haechan patted the concrete beside him. “Sit. I’ll tell you all about her.”

You sat down cross-legged on the floor beside him.

“Well…” Haechan began. “She’s clever and kind.”

You nodded. That could be just about anyone.

“She’s pretty too… she’s got this short haircut which she thinks makes her look badass, but I think it makes her look cute.”

You touched the ends of your spiky short hair, heart pounding.

Haechan went on. “And I love how passionate she gets about astronomy. I mean… that girl can talk about comets non stop.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You were the founder and the sole member of the Clayton High School astronomy club. He had to be talking about you… right?

“Haechan, I think I know what you’re trying to say.” You touched his arm lightly.

Haechan smirked devilishly. “You got me. It’s your big sister, Mindy. Think ya could put in a good word for me?”

Your jaw dropped open.

Of course. That’s the reason why Haechan became your friend, why he’d always come over after school when Mindy was around. It wasn’t you he wanted, it was your super cool, captain of the swim team, physics major sister. You wished the pavement would swallow you whole.

You bit your lip and pushed yourself up to standing. “Y-yeah, sure, whatever. See you around.”

Before Haechan could say anything, you stormed off across the playground, hiding your flaming cheeks with your hands. You couldn’t bear the humiliation.

“Wait!”

You stopped in your tracks.

You turned around to see Haechan running after you. He stopped in front of you, gripping his side, panting heavily. “Has anyone told you that you walk freakishly fast? God, woman, I’m dying here!”

You crossed your arms. “What do you want, Lee Haechan?”

Haechan smiled bashfully. “I’m sorry, that was not how I wanted things to go.” He bit his pink lip. “When I’m around you, I just- get so flustered, nothing comes out right.” Wearing a heart-breaking smile, he met your eye. “It’s you who I like, Y/n, not your sister. You.”

You sniffed. “Really? I don’t believe you.”

No one ever liked you. You were kind of pretty, if you squinted - but next to your sister’s angelic beauty, you might as well be invisible. When she walked into the room, you’d just… disappear.

Haechan stepped towards you and cupped your face in his hands. Your heart jumped into overdrive. This couldn’t be happening. This was a million times better than your dreams. His hands, so gentle, couldn’t be touching you. His perfect face was so close… you could see his faint brown freckles… you could even smell the citrus laundry softener he refused to admit he used.

“Haechan, what are you-“

Haechan pressed his mouth onto yours, cutting you off. The kiss was sweet, like cotton candy on the pier. You could taste his bubble gum chapstick, and his tongue felt like heaven. After a few moments, he pulled away.

“Now do you believe me?” he said, cheeks flushed.

You smiled in awe, stroking the outline of his face, relishing his soft hair. You couldn’t quite believe he was yours.

“Hmm… I’m not convinced. I think you might have to kiss me again,” you said. “Just to be sure.”

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A Fairy’s Gift

"I gift her with beauty."

"I gift her with grace."

"I gift her with kindness."

"I gift her with wit."

One by one, the fairies took their turn, each one bestowing a gift upon the newborn princess. This ceremony, which had been preformed for the royal families for ages now, was meant to show the strong bond the fairy kingdoms and the human kingdoms shared, even if that was now a lie.

Caorann refused to participate in this farce. She owed her enemy nothing, so, when her turn came, she did not step forward.

"I will not bestow a gift upon this child," she said. The king's face hardened.

"Cao..." Spruis said in a low tone.

"No," Caorann said to her elder. Disbelief filled the room. "They are taking our lands, destroying magic they don't understand-"

"Enough!" The king said. "This Christening is meant to be a truce, and you bring politics into it. The disrespect."

"A truce." Caorann mocked laughter. "Outside these walls, my people are dying by your people's hand, but in here there is a 'truce' so that your daughter can be granted our magical gifts. You are pathetic."

"Say that again and I will have your head," the king growled. "Now bestow your gift upon my daughter."

"No."

"Caorann," Spruis said. "Just give the child a gift and go."

Caorann stared at Spruis with anger, but he didn't flinch. How could he be okay with this, she couldn't understand.

"Fine." Caorann walked up to the child. "I have a gift for her. May harm never come her way." Caorann lips curled into a twisted smile. "Except for the needle of a spindle. If she ever pricks her finger on a spindle needle, she will instantly fall into an endless sleep, along with the rest of the kingdom."

Gasps collected among the crowd. The king sent guards to grab Caorann. She didn't resist as they held her back and dragged her from the room. She flashed a smile at the royal family as she was taken away.

The queen ran to her daughter and put her in her arms. "My baby."

Spruis approached the queen slowly. She shielded her child from him.

"I can't undo the curse," he said. "But I can alter it, if you wish."

"Alter how?" the king asked.

"I can add in a way to cure the curse, to wake up her and the rest of the kingdom."

"Do it," said the queen.

"We don't know if this is another trap," the king said.

"We are in danger because of you," the queen said. She turned back to the elder fairy. "Do it."

Spruis waved his wand. "If the kingdom ever falls into an endless sleep, all may be woken up when the son of a king wakes the princess."

"That's the best you can do!" The queen cried.

"Unfortunately, yes," Spruis said. "I am sorry."

"Get out," the king said. "All you worthless fairies, out! Now!"

The fairies left quickly and the celebration promptly ended. The king and queen retired to the nursery, not wanting to leave their child's side.

"What are we going to do?" The queen asked her husband, though her eyes never left the baby.

The king placed a hand around his wife and pulled her closer.

"The only thing we can do," he said. "We are going to burn every last spindle in this kingdom and every kingdom that surrounds us."

The queen pushed her husband away. "The kingdom will go broke. Our main export is textile."

"The war will finance us," the king said. "We will pillage every last fairy village for everything it's worth. Show those creatures what happens when they try to mess with our family."

"Your war is what caused our daughter to be cursed in the first place."

The king slapped the queen across her face. "Do not forget who it is you are talking to. I am your king."

The queen touched her burning cheek. She looked at her husband with rage.

"You," she said. "Are the man whose hubris doomed his daughter and his kingdom." She took a step closer. "You have failed as a king, as a father, as a husband. I know exactly the type of man I am talking to. Don't you forget which of us is the one with royal blood."

She began storming out of the nursery.

"My love," the king said.

The queen paused, turning back. "There is no love in this relationship. I regret my father's choice to have us marry. The kingdom I love will fall because you can't leave well enough alone."

She left without another word. The king turned to his daughter.

"Your mother has no faith in me," he said to her. "But I will protect you and my kingdom, even if it means killing every last fairy."

On the other side of the castle, stuck behind iron bars in a dirty cell, Caorann laughed to herself. She may be a prisoner, but this was a win for her people. Either way, through slumber or through financial demise, the kingdom would eventually fall.

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Random ask, Hamliet. Can I ask how can your dog and cat not fighting each other? So I had a cat for 3 years, named Gojo (yes, I know it's cringe). And last month my sister who lived with me, got a puppy and want to keep him, she named him Sukuna just to spite me.... And they kept fighting each other. Do you mind if I ask for your advice, please?

HAHAHA I love their names! And it is not cringe! Well, aside from the fact that with their names you were kind of asking for it... (I'm kidding).

So. I think I lucked out to a degree? They have very similar extroverted personalities. That said, I do have some advice for you, so read on!

I've had Alyosha almost four years now, and he's a very friendly puppy who loves humans, dogs, and cats we see on the street. When we visit family who have cats (numerous cats) he would always want to snuggle with them, but only one allowed him. So I knew he liked them before I looked for a cat.

Smokey I got from a shelter, and he was actually being fostered at a home with dogs. He was noted to be good with dogs, but not with other cats, amusingly enough. So I thought it'd be a good fit, and I think it took them all of four days (two of which Smokey spent trying to die on me in the hospital, because he was a very sick kitty; like I got him and the next day had to bring him to the ER) for them to curl up next to each other.

Smokey, dying on me but still wanting to speak to the manager:

Smokey did hiss the first time he saw Yosh, but he kind of immediately took to me and so started taking to Alyosha soon after that. And Alyosha loves him; they frequently cuddle, and Alyosha refuses to eat his treaties unless Smokey is next to him and also receiving treaties.

Their first cuddle four days after I got him and 3 hours after I took Smokey home from the hospital; try to discern where one fluff ends and the other begins:

Awaiting treaties (and Smokey mimicking Yosh):

Also, Smokey is now larger than Alyosha by a fair amount. I accidentally adopted a panther I think -__- wish me luck, he's only eleven months and still growing...

(why is Smokey so large)

They do fight sometimes, though. It's kind of a sibling relationship. But it's never been like, a violent fight--more like annoying each other and then they slap each other a few times and storm off to me like MOM GUESS WHAT HE DID.

And then other times they team up on me. Like when I gave Alyosha a bath and Smokey sat on the counter watching and hissing... at ME. He then jumped onto the edge of the bathtub and touched noses with the dog like... I'm sorry Mom's such a bitch.

So, it depends on the size difference between Sukuna and Gojo. Is Sukuna a large dog? If that's the case, I would try to keep them from fighting. But if he is not, or even if he is a small puppy now, I would watch them when they fight. Are they actually trying to hurt each other? Or are they just being bratty? If the latter, let them fight; if the former, intervene.

I would also try to use their love for you. Namely, with the dog, since he's young. If the dog sees his beloved human loving the cat, then since he's so young he might not be jealous and might transfer that love to the cat. I think that's partially what happened with Smokey when he was a (younger) kitten--oh, she loves dog, she loves me, dog must also love me. I also think it might make sense when giving treats or something to have your sister start with Sukuna and you start with Gojo, just so that they both know that you prioritize them (to prevent jealousy, I always start with Alyosha since he was here first; I call it birth order rights, jk).

Good luck! And if anyone else has advice, please share!

Leaving you with a photo of the two of them from yesterday evening:

#ask hamliet #cats and dogs #the doggo #the kitter

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Hi Lena! I hope your week has been pleasant thus far!

I’m not sure if this question has already been asked yet, but what kind of characters would the ROs be in a horror movie? Like, who’s the cynical character that doesn’t believe the monster is real, the cocky guy who is all like “yeah I can beat this idiot no problem”, the “survivor” character that shows up later in the movie to help the main cast, etc.

Sorry if this question doesn’t really make any sense, feel free to ignore this is you want! 😅

Hi there, I sort of answered this question in various different ways--I'd recommend checking out the Halloween horror masterpost, which has a few different horror AUs!--but I didn't really specify what "tropes" the characters might fall into, so here goes!

Blade: I'd think he's the leader character who tries to give everyone the best chances of survival by directing them to defend themselves and makes you feel safe with his presence (you know, like the older brother who was in the military or the super strong athlete boyfriend or the hyper-competent neighbor with a mysterious set of skills or what have you), but then he has to leave the group because he stands the best chance of getting help (thus removing the comfort of his presence and rocketing up the anxiety of the film); he probably gets "killed" by the killer in a jumpscare and is knocked out and left for dead for most of the movie, then shows up all bloodied to stab the killer in the back at the last minute when the audience thought he was dead! So he survives, but he's pretty heavily injured and the rest of the group has to help him make it out

Trouble: he's full of confident bravado, like "you know what? *grabs kitchen knife* fuck this guy, I can take him! he can't get all of us!!" *immediately gets killed* or *power goes out* *in an effort to reassure the group* "don't worry guys, I'll go out there by myself to check the circuit box, nothing could go wrong!" Or he's the guy who "sacrifices" himself so the rest of the group can get away, potentially with the surprise ending of coming back with the police to arrest the killer and finding him alive after all! So he has a very low chance of survival, but he might live depending on how things shake out!

Tallys: she has final girl energy for sure, she's the one hearing Trouble offering to go outside in the storm alone and is savvy enough to be like "mm-mm. nope. we're not doing that. not today!" She's the one who doesn't seem like she's doing much throughout the movie as all the people are getting picked off, but then you see her doing really clever things like rigging booby traps or hiding under a bed so she can stab the killer in a foot or something crazy like that. Her self-preservation instincts and cunning definitely means she's going to make it through to the end: whether she's the lone survivor or if her skills guided the group to safety after Blade and Trouble got taken out just depends on what type of movie we're watching, lol!

Shery: sadly, she has helpless victim energy where she's so terrified and unskilled that someone (like Trouble) might first die defending her, making the audience frustrated, and then she might end up dying as well! Or she might end up just hiding away somewhere, not able to contribute but not dying, either! ...But yeah, she has sweet, innocent, sacrificial lamb energy, so she might die just to show the audience how wicked the villain truly is 😭

Riel: he's the skeptic of the group, he's the one who refuses to believe that anything supernatural is going on, he's the logician who flatly says, "this can't be happening. there has to be some other explanation." I feel like those types of people generally die in horror movies, so he's probably dead, but if we're not going by horror movie rules, he's probably smart enough to outwit the killer/supernatural threat if he can break through his own disbelief and actually start scheming against it! If it's like a monster or something like that, he stands a good chance, but if it's a demon or a ghost, he's probably dead 😵

Chase: he's the comic relief, he's the one keeping the morale group high, he's the clown who seems largely unfazed by what's happening but is skilled and capable enough to help defend the group. I feel like those types stand a solid 50/50 chance in most horror movies, where if they're minor characters, they'll definitely die, but if they're major members of the cast, they end up being one of the heroes of the story because the audience is fond of and rooting for them. Given Chase's uncanny ability to survive most things life throws at him, however improbable, I think he's one of the last ones standing, kind of like in Cabin in the Woods!

Red: he's the source of information, the smart one who's providing everyone with the backstory/information/mythology of the killer/threat. The guy who's been researching local anthropology in the area and just happens to have extensive knowledge of "that one serial killer in the 80s who [insert backstory] here." He might lack the common sense or hard survival instincts of a Tallys or a Blade, but he stands a good chance of surviving so long as no one sends him off by himself! If he's caught out alone, he's 100% a goner 😔

Ayla: she has like "batshit final girl" energy, the member of the group who seems sullen and withdrawn at a party and strangers are like, "what's her deal?" and there's some backstory or implied allusion to her dark past where she survived being kidnapped by Jigsaw or her parents were killed by a serial killer or something like that, and you think it's all speculation until someone starts killing people off and she's already in the corner sticking nails in a bat or busting out the chainsaw saying grimly, "Not like this. Not again." She stands a very good chance of survival so long as her trauma doesn't make her act reckless and the killer doesn't outsmart her by digging a booby trap or something!

Briony: I feel like she either has badass final girl energy or the energy of someone who vastly underestimates her opponent, like I could see her taking charge after some of the others get taken out and is like, "Don't worry guys, I've taken tae kwon do for ten years!" and she just is like not really processing the level of depravity that is going on and just gets annihilated, or she's the one keeping the group together and like plows the killer down with a car in the chaos or something like that. If Shery causes anyone to die to protect her, though, it's definitely going to be her BFF Briony 😭

Lavinet: this is not who Lavinet is in real life, but in a horror movie AU I could definitely see her being cast as the pretty, popular, spoiled rich girl who gets gruesomely murdered first lol... realistically in her "real life" persona I definitely think she'd be a final girl, almost to the point of prioritizing her own survival over someone else's, but in horror movie trope standards I think she'd be the one making out with some random jock in the car outside before the killer pops up in the backseat and then you cut to the characters walking outside and finding the car on, idling, with the windows covered in blood 😭

Halek: he is absent/sleeps through the majority of the spooky stuff (or, like, he's the guy you see at the beginning of the movie who can't go on the trip to the haunted cabin because he has to work or some bullshit and you sort of forget he's a part of the cast but then he shows up to save the day at the end because he felt like something was off when no one was answering his text messages)! He's sort of baffled when everyone piles into his car screaming bloody murder and can't relate to their ✨ trauma ✨ but at least he saved them!

#Shepherds of Haven #horror #horror movie AU #AU #all characters #Caine is someone's little brother and should be kept far away from these events unless it's a paranormal thing #and he's the one who keeps talking to his “imaginary friend” lol #but those kids pretty much always live so he's okay!

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wangxianficfinder · 1 year

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Fic Finder

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1. Hello, I've been struggling to find a fic, which is Annoying me since i think it was fairly popular.. all I remember is that WWX was helping out JGY and liked him, up until he ran in on him trying to kill Rusong, since he had health-monitoring talismans on people he cared about.. There was also a big reveal where he ran with Rusong to Lotus Pier, and Huaisand with I think XXC and SL came to warn JC that WWX is alive, and WWX started laughing? Please help, it's driving me crazy xD @yumehbby

FOUND! Unbreakable Heaven, Luminous Earth by carolyncaves (M, 96k, wangxian, canon divergence, graphic depictions of violence, Secret identity, sharing a bed, literal sleeping together, suicidal thoughts, angst w happy ending, blood & injury, hurt/comfort, caretaking, fluff, power imbalance, JYL lives, not everyone dies au) sounds like Unbreakable Heaven, Luminous Earth by carolyncaves; most of the scenes described happen in chapter 10.

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2. Hello I need to employ the services of your fic finder! There’s this fic I read not that long ago with thief!lwj and assassin!wwx and they were living their best domestic life together while also not knowing about the other’s occupation until lwj was kidnapped by the wens for stealing from them and then wwx went to bust him out. I remember there were three chapters, lwj pov, wwx pov, and lwj pov again, and I feel like it was a relatively newer fic but idk. I do know I found it on this blog but I cannot for the life of me find it again. I loved it and I wanna read it again so fic sleuths help me pls I’m desperate

FOUND! all the problems we could solve by Stratisphyre (T, 20k, wangxian, modern, getting together, fluff, humor, violence, meet-cute, identity porn, thieves au)

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3. Hi! I am looking for a fanfic where wwx was resurrected but in a different body than MXY not long after LWJ was punished. WWX went to Cloud Recesses to find A-Yuan but found a wounded LWJ lying in Jingshi. Oh and WWX had a curse that was preventing him from being happy because every time he felt happy, he began to bleed from his forearm that would result in him dying. And i think that he was resurrected in Nie OC body??? I'm sorry for any mistakes in grammar and thank you !!! :)

I remember 3. It also involves lwj being infected with resentful energy which is preventing his healing and wwx gets rid of it. He gets caught by lxc who decides to protect him, and the terms of his curse is he can never be happy.

FOUND! A Storm of Laughter in the Stillness of the Jingshi by OnlyMeAndMyBones, 2nd in series (T, 74k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, injury, recovery, mental illness, depression, PTSD, rehabilitation, slow burn, empathy, guilt, forgiveness, suicidal thoughts)

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4. Was wondering if u can find me this omegaverse fic which happens during modern setting , wy and lz are both alphas and roommates and in the fic everyone was telling wy he shouldn’t room with lz because alphas are super territorial but wy is like nah we are besties and it’s kind of dark lz as lz ends up using drugs? I think to change wy into an omega tho wy doesn’t realise it’s because of lz.

FOUND? the twisting of secondary genders by HeavenlySkyfarer (E, 7k, wangxian, modern, ABO, non-con secondary gender modification, extremely dubious consent, dead dove do not eat, forced heat, baby trapping, dark LWJ)

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5. Hi was hoping u can find this modern au fic and it’s like sushe’s POV if I’m not wrong and hes not really a piece of shit but the setting is in University and wangxian is doing long distance and sushe kind of into lz but doesn’t believe he’s in a relationship until wy shows up on a motorcycle at their uni

I think #5 of the fic finder (the Su She POV one) is Mine by kippalittlefox, but I guess it has been deleted! It was a a sequel to cicer's 'You've ruined my life (by not being mine)'. The ao3 URL ends with /works/24860230 if anyone wants to try webarchive

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6. A modern au where wwx is sick and meant to call jyl but texted Lwj instead. The text was- Omg I'm dead I'm dying I'm gone... beautiful light of my life, save your baby bunny, I need soup

FOUND? The curious dating rituals of one Lan Zhan (as observed by Wei Ying) by Scrippio (T, 7k, wangxian, modern, College/university au, fluff)

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7. Hi! I’m looking for a Wangxian fic i read a long tiem ago, but I can’t remember the author or title, and was hoping you could help! I’m pretty sure it’s a modern friends to lovers au? Wwx keeps taking random pics of lan zhan and making puns that rhyme with hanguang jun. There’s at least one scene involving a martial arts class at a Chinese community center i think, and wwx might be involved in environmental activism? Anyways, thanks for the help!

Not FOUND might be ❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, modern w magic, college/university au, fake/pretend relationship, single parent WWX, homophobia, light angst w/ happy ending, idiots to lovers, fluff) . If not OP might enjoy it

FOUND! Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart by Alaceron (T, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Oblivious WWX)

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8. Hi! I had previously asked for a series of some 20+ fics which was about emperor lwj taking in wy as concubine after lqr and elder keep pressing him about it, much to lqr and elders' dismay. I got the answer from here, but i forgot to save it :(. Now i can't find that post here . Help me out pls

FOUND? The Concubine Mo Chronicles Series by Enigmatree (T, 79k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Prince LWJ, Concubine WWX, Mild Hurt/Comfort)

FOUND? The one where WWX is not LWJ's concubine AU Series by Lookingkindofdumb (Varied, 89k, WIP, WangXian, Non-Cultivator AU, Emperor LXC, Concubine AU, Rumors, Humor, Politics, Extended family chaos)

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9. Hi ! Can u find me a fic? The summary is basically future wy transports to the past where everyone is basically stuck in this cafe and they solve their emotional trauma and after that is solved both wys go back to their own timeline and everyone lives and no one dies

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10. Hi there! Thank you so much for your great work!

I am looking for a fic that I am pretty sure was a Tumblr thread fic. In it WWX was kept with other prisoners in water and then Wen Ning was killed by water being poured over his face covered in paper.

It was not finished when I read it and I have not run into it again, so I really hopes it was continued.

Everyone's help is greatly appreciated!

is either by @besanii or @sarah-yyy

FOUND! Rebuttable Presumption by @/sarah-yyy

FOUND! Shattered Mirrors by @/besanii

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11. Hello there! I'm looking for a fic I just read but can't even find the post that recommended it -_-

It was in a modern setting but the same universe and lan zhan doesn't remember wei ying when he meets him as a substitute cultivator at the jiang clan. Turns out he was cursed with a mark behind his ear that made him forget wei ying completely. The curse was to cure a japanese h-something disease which was basically being super love sick and puking up flowers? @iwannhaveacoolone (do you mean Hanahaki? - Mod C)

FOUND! long have you been alone by martyrsdaughter (E, 56k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, Amnesia, Curses, Hanahaki Disease, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Workplace Relationship, Light Angst, Sexual Content, Mild Painplay, Overstimulation, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, Light Bondage, Mild Gore, Mild Breathplay, Brief Mentions of WWX/Others and LWJ/Others, other relationships are past tense and off screen exclusively)

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12. Hii i dont know how to use tumbler properly so i decided to ask here. I am looking for two wangxian fanfcis.

A) The first one begins with wei ying and lan zhan's death - mo xuanyu's core is not strong enough to help wei ying reach immortality just prolongs his life. lan zhan decided he does not want immmortality if wei ying is not with him so lan zhan shares/sustains wei ying and himself with his golden core until he runs out of energy and they die toghether in the jingshi. However, next thing you know they are in the past. That is all i can remember

on the first one. I read it on ao3.

B) The second one i don't remember much - just that there is a part in the fanfic where wei ying finds out about lan zhans scars and how he got them. They end up in the cold spring/cold pond and wei ying somehow heals all of lan zhans scars using energy? while there. Not sure if it is spiritual or resentfull? After i know Lan zhan ends up in front of the gusu lan elders i don't remember why ther find out that wei ying has cured him/healed his back scars because they are gone - his back is smooth again and wei ying appears in front of the elders to threaten them no to hurt lan zhan. I am not sure how long is the fanfic but i know it doesnt revolve around this particular thing. Also read this one on ao3.

I am sorry for the errors in spelling english is nit my first language. Thank you in advance for finding the fanfics. @dacika98

12A)

FOUND? in case of fire, break glass by Jenrose (T, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel, Established Relationship, Hurt/comfort, Everyone loves/nobody dies)

12B)

FOUND? This one sounds like Silver & Gold by beeswaxing (E, 162k, wangxian, post-canon, de-aging, fluff & angst, happy ending, fix-it of sorts, family bonding, established relationship, non-sexual intimacy, BAMF WWX, pining, protective WWX)

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13. It's been a while! It's boyfriend! (Hello again! - Mod C)

There's a fic that I have been trying to find for a while now and I forgot what it is about. All I remember is this:

- Madam Yu good so is the rest of the Jiang

- I think it's something about time travel fix it

-The Jiang Family + Wei Wuxian talking about Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling's weird naming of dogs and then they said something about Sect Leader Jiang naming the Sword suibian. Someone in the group said it runs in the family to which Jiang Cheng refuted it by saying his name and Yanli's name were good names. Madam Yu just laughed and said that it was her who named them and not Jiang Fengmian.

I'm sorry that's all I remember but anyway thank you in advance!!

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14. Hi, the fic i am looking for takes place post-canon. I think the focus point was A-Yuan trying to find out more about his past and coming to terms with his wen family and how they were treated by the other clans.

There is a scene where he sits on a roof with Jin Ling and they drink together. LSH talks about having problems with forgiving people he loves and JL gives him advice? I think they also apologize to each other and JL tells him to talk to Jiang Cheng.

Pretty sure I read it on AO3. The scene is just really stuck in my head and I would love to reread the fic bc I love A-Yuan trying to navigate the impact of all those relegation at the end of Canon have on his life. @fangirl-oracle

Hi, #14 was "history" by tongzhi on AO3. I found an old save of ao3 tabs and it was there, but thanks for looking <3

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15. Hello! I'm searching for this one fanfiction but I forgot what tags it had (I'm a doof I should've marked it read later sadge)

It's about WWX annoying LWJ so much that LWJ used the silencing spell on him not because WWX was breaking the rules, but because he was annoyed and the spell was too strong for him to break cuz it was put on out of strong emotion.

((I also remember SS saying something like "Oh the Great and Powerful second jade made a mistake, not feeling so great anymore don'tcha" or something along that lines))

Pls help me because I am lost at fic finding😭

FOUND! Couldn't Scream Couldn't Shout by mermorgie (T, 42k, WIP, WangXian, Not for jc stans, i tried to not bash jc too much but like, Muteness, Sign Language, references to selective mutism, Homophobic JC, canon jc characteristics, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Anxiety Attacks, Pining, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Supportive Sibling LXC, JZX Tries, LQR Tries, Protective JZX, Scheming NHS, Bisexual, JZX, LWJ is Bad at Communicating, WWX Has ADHD, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Jiāng Family Bashing)

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16. Sorry to Bother, but can you find a fic for me? All I remember from the story is LWJ and WWX live in Gusu. One day LWJ goes to teach and WWX talks to A-Yuan and Jingyi. WWX told them he wanted to demonstrate his latest innovation, but before he could do so LWJ came with a letter from JC. The letter says that JC asked WWX for help to investigate "something". Then it was discovered that there was a man who practiced demonic cultivation and there was "something" that supported him. At the end of the story WWX managed to seal the "something" in a rock with his life force so that the "something" would not be able to escape. Thank you(⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) @hjgn1010

FOUND! Hating Separation by thelamespaceace (T, 60k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Reconciliation, Miscommunication, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Cultivation as Plot Device, Brotherly Love, In-Laws finding common ground, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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17. Hello, I'm looking for a fic where Wangxian is Princes in a modern world. It involves a social media post (insta/twitter/something?) from WWX and create gossips between Yunmeng and Gusu? WWX being oblivious as usual but in the end Wangxian is together. I think it has very amazing profiles with pictures in it for each Royalty/Kingdom/Palace and news/gossip/media articles in it. I think there's Nie Mingjue/Wen Qing/Jiang Cheng in it, maybe triangle love or political fake repationship?

FOUND? A Clear (Mis)Understanding by devinokaze (T, 73k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, Social Media, Royalty, happy fic, Fluff, Just some light reading, Humor)

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18. hey i've been looking for this fic i read a while ago that i just cant find again.

I don't really remember what it was about but it was modern au and i remember there was a scene where wei wuxian meets lan xichen and then he's like "wow he is so perfect it makes me seem like a gremlin haha" and then lan wangji pulls out his phone and starts showing him embarrassing pictures of lan xichen like a live laugh love poster in his and meng yaos living room and a picture of him being extremely drunk at his engagement party bc he made an entire photo album with embarrassing pictures of lan xichen to show people.

I don't remember anything else tho, sorry, but maybe that sounds familiar to any of you. @razzleberryicedtea

FOUND! OMEGA GRAD STUDENT GETS PREGNANT: YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT by attackofthezee (noxlunate) (E, 21k, wangxian, modern, ABO, past WWX/Other, mpreg, omega WWX, alpha LWJ, unplanned pregnancy, graduate school au, pining, falling in love, kid fic, fluff)

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19. hiii i have this fanfic i forgot the tags to 😅 in the ff wwx and jc were motorcycle racers and lan zhan was a sponsor i think. in one of the races wwx gets into a accident because of jin zixun and his motorcycle slams into him and gets him into a hospital. i remember a baby jin ling being really worried and same goes to a-yuan. i hope you can help me and thank you so much!!! @vicleey

FOUND! Let's you and me go on a ride by rinsled05 (T, 21k, wangxian, modern, racing au, bikers, motoGP, romance, falling in love, love confessions, brotherly love, fluff, hurt/comfort, love at first sight)

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20. Hi can you help me find a wangxian fic wherein wei ying got save from falling of the cliff and he didn't die, he live with his master in the mountains he has been given another name because he got an amnesia

FOUND? The Porcelain Lotus of Yunmeng by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 16k, wangxian, JC pov, amnesia, JC & WWX reconciliation, LWJ pov)

iirc involves Baoshan Sanren and Lan Yi saving him. He either had received a core from a Wen remnant or bssr transferred her own. He learns to cook while having amnesia and wears clothes that have talismans sewn into him that disguise his appearance.

FOUND? Until The End by abCEE (M, 365k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, war changes people, resulting to OOC, no pinning, Established Relationship, Mpreg, Good Uncle LQR, a little grey LWJ, a bit of JC bashing from LWJ, BAMF JYL, 16 years of yearning, mainly CQL verse but has scenes from the novel as well, LSZ is WangXian's Child, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Canon Rewrite, Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts)

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

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straightupsickfics · 8 months

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Sicktember Prompt 25: Confused/Disoriented

a tiny, fevery reunion scene because the FULL TRAILER IS COMING <3

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Ed's dead. He knows he must be, because he's gone to hell, and all he can hear is Stede Bonnet's voice, haunting him like a curse.

I love everything about you...

He groans. Wants to open his eyes but he can't seem to move at all.

Fuck.

His head's pounding and he's so hot it would be killing him if he wasn't already fucking dead.

Stede's voice is still there, muttering something, getting closer to Ed's ear, he's pretty sure. God, why wouldn't it stop? Stede's gone, he fucking left like everyone else... out to sea or fucked off back to his family, probably. Or maybe he's dead, too.

No. Ed can't let himself think about that, no matter how bad he feels right now. Stede's out there somewhere, and if he realized he didn't want Ed after all, well, that would check out, wouldn't it?

Pirates don't have friends.

I love being near you...

Fucking Stede.

If he liked being near him so much he would be.

Ed's pretty sure he's sweating now, it's so hot and he can't escape it.

...Breathing the same air as you...

It's torture of the worst kind. Diabolical, truly, because Ed can't imagine a fate worse than this, Stede telling him he loves being with him, being around him, loves him, Edward, all while Ed's asleep or dead or fucking ... losing his mind.

It's not true. Stede left him. He's gone, and this dream will end, because it has to be a dream, doesn't it? He can't really be dead, because he can't possibly spend an eternity imagining that Stede loves him.

Ed?

The voice is definitely getting closer now, and Ed feels tears, hot and sudden.

"STOP!" He wakes up screaming.

****

"Edward!"

It's Stede, who is not dead, and neither, apparently, is Ed.

"Oh, Ed," Stede says, voice breaking. His hand's are on Ed, on his hands, then his chest then his face, as if this is okay, as if nothing had happened and he hadn't fucked their plan to run away together, leaving Ed on that dock to wait and wait and wait.

Everything hurts, and Ed's just as hot as he'd been in the dream, and just as sweaty as he'd feared. Slowly, though, pieces of memories come back to him. He'd been out on deck in a storm, soaked all the way through, and something—or someone—had hit him right in the head.

There's nothing after that.

"Stede?" He can't help it, not after everything, and suddenly he's crying in earnest again, hot tears blurring his vision as his head swims.

Stede gives him a small smile. "Right here. You gave us a scare there, flailing around like that. Think you've got quite the fever..." He trails off, staring at Ed like he can't bear to look away.

“You left,” Ed says flatly.

“I came back,” Stede says. “I didn’t want to—” He stops, takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Ed,” he says instead. “When you’re feeling better, I can tell you the whole story, alright? But for now…” Stede takes Ed’s hand in his, squeezing it tightly, like he’d never let it go again. “I’m not going anywhere. If… If you’ll have me, of course,” Stede finishes.

Ed wants to scream again, wants to tell him to leave him alone, but he doesn’t have the energy. And more than that, he doesn’t want that, not really, not deep down.

He’s here now, holding Ed’s hand. Looking at him like that…the way he always did, like Ed hung the fucking moon. He’s in Stede’s bed on The Revenge, he realizes all at once. Tucked into the soft, fancy sheets with blankets piled up. Probably not helping the fever, but all Ed can think about is how nice it might be if Stede were in here with him.

So much for holding a grudge.

Stede leans over, tentative, and wipes away the tears from Ed’s cheeks so carefully it brings a whole new wave of tears to the surface.

God, maybe he really is dying.

“You’ll stay?” Ed asks, and he should hate the way his voice sounds, splintered and wrung out, but Stede doesn’t mind, just squeezes his hand again, his own eyes shining. They really do have a lot to talk about, but right now, Ed’s head is spinning and Stede’s here and wants to stay, and that's enough for now.

“Not going anywhere,” Stede promises.

#my fic #of//md #sicktember

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mygeekcorner · 9 months

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Fine I'll give you some more book asks since you acted all pathetic and reblogged it again and begged for more: 18, 25, 30, 42, 43, 50, 51, 55, 61, 67, 68, 80, 86, 99, 100, 102 (lol), 104, 117, 118, 124. Also you must answer them all in one sitting (no drafting) otherwise the curse of the procrastinating tumblrina will fall upon you

Hahahaha omg yes, brilliant, love it, love you

18 your least favorite book ever

I mean there have been a fair few bad choices I've picked up along the way. But that I actually finished?

I really do think it might have been Twilight. Granted I did go in expecting to hate it, but it still managed to be blander and worse than I thought it had any right to be for a series with such devoted following.

25 a book by your favourite author

I said this in another answer but I don't really have favourite authors like that anymore. There are many good authours out there and I will read a series or two but I don't go looking for their names like I used to. But so far I guess Erin Morgenstern is a 2 for 2 author with very beautiful prose in both The Night Circus and The Starless Sea

30 your favourite middle grade book

So I've already talked about Narnia, HP, and my love for Eva Ibbotson but that was pretty much what I read back then. So I'll just mention Which Witch? by Eva Ibbotson as well. I don't remember many details from it, but I do remember that I laughed my way through it, which is never a bad thing.

42 a book that made you want to scream by the time you got to the end

I remember A Storm of Swords by George RR Martin made me call you and scream at your answering machine lol

It was bad enough that the Red Wedding happened, but then right after we've seen the massacre the next chapter is from Aryas point of view again and it's her and Sandor reaching Riverrun and she is So Close to being with her family again, to being safe. But he is mean and harsh and won't let her run off and if I remember correctly he takes out his fucking axe and hits her in the head with it. And that's how the chapter ends???

I mean obviosuly he hit her with the blunt side and only enough to knock her out, but we have Just Seen how you can't trust anyone, and then she's with this big mean killing machine who she doesn't get along with, and he hits her with an axe??? Fuck man! Rude-ass bitch is what Martin is. But what else is new, you know?

43 a book that you have read more than three times

Harry Potter. And yes, I am well aware about how much we're all hating on Rowling now, please don't misunderstand me. But I had read the first 3 books over 30 times before the series finished. I used to re-read them about once a year. There is not a single book that even comes close to the amount of times I've read them. No, not even Narnia.

50 a book that made you cry a LOT

The Glass Lake by Maeve Binchy fucking wrecked me when I read it in high school. Like it is off to a pretty grim start with a mother leaving her family and them thinking she killed herself as is, but then it gets even More emotional. I remember this one chapter that just left me sitting there shellshocked for the better part of an hour, those of you who have read it will know when.

51 a book that you found underwhelming

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I know! I'm sorry! I love the movie and bbc miniseries as much as the next hopeless romantic but the book just kind of... didn't live up to it? Reading it you can kind of tell that it is her first novel and certain things are a bit rushed and clumsy. I still enjoyed it, but I was expecting to love it, you know?

55 a book with a satisfying ending

Chronicles of Narnia: The Last Battle. Them dying just felt right to me. Not that I wanted them to die-die of course, but the way that it happens? Yes. It all came full circle and I always found a certain comfort in the way he let them die and stay dead (to our world).

None of this rising from the dead bullshit. Just tell a good story and wrap it up like a neat little bodybag. Only cowards let protagonists rise from the dead. Looking at you JK, yes even when I first read the book.

61 your favourite horror novel

Ok so reminiscing on books I read as a kid has me thinking, one of the books that really had me Scared for real when reading was probably The Witches by Roald Dahl. And like yes, I know, it's a childrens book. But it's a Scary childrens book. And I was a Child. I just remember the horror as he found out he was stuck in a hotel infested with child-eating witches *shudder*

67 your favourite historical fiction novel

Rhett Butler's People by Donald McCaig, I really enjoyed Gone With The Wind, but this published fanfic/spinoff/prequel to that is just so good. It made me care for the characters in a whole new light all over again. And he always was my favourite out of all the original cast so it was nice to have some more ideas about what he had done before Scarlet threw that first vase at him.

68 your favourite piece of classic literature

Can I say Shakespeare here or did it have to be written as books-books? I'm deciding books-books is the premise so I guess I'm putting down Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. I don't like the ending, but after the book mentioned in #86 a bit further down it is better now. And I think it's the classic I've come back to the most so...

80 a book that reminds you of a loved one

The Demon's Lexicon by Sarah Rees Brennan that @hobbitsus lent me in high school was just a blast to read and I remember it fondly. And the whole story is just so very Her from when we were growing up which adds to the love.

86 a book with an insane plot twist

The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde. Yes again with me bringing in published fanfic of classic works but the whole premise is so good! There are people who can jump into books? There is someone who manages to jump into an original manuscript, thus changing all the copies of the book? There are detectives working on putting the original Jeyen Eyre back into order when this happens to her? And that is the reason the book ends the way it does??? Amazing.

I never quite liked the ending in Jane Eyre, there is this bit that just seems to come out of nowhere to me. In this book? It's because Detective Thursday was there doing whatever she wanted. This fanfic makes the original work better. But the way it twists to do so? 11/10

99 a book with a strong female protagonist

The Deed of Paksenarrion by Elizabeth Moon gives us all that Girl power Asexuality Forge your own path representation and I am here for it. Does the last book feel like the same series as the first book? Not even slightly. But the books are still a fun ride and I recommend anyone wanting to read about a farmer's daughter running away to join the army and then being actually good at her job give it a try.

100 your favourite gothic novel

ok so in like my mind Gothic should be Old. Old as balls. But I will also admit to Wanting to read books that old more than I Actually read them. So I will be cringe enough to just go with Interview With The Vampire by Anne Rice cause that's the book I loved in high school and the internet lets me classify it as goth even if it doesn't feel right

102 your favourite dark academia read

What even counts as Dark Academia though??? I feel like it should be an ancient and heavy-ass tome but most things I read are quite modern? Can I say The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley? Like the book took up a good part of my backpack when I read it in school, that should count for something right?

I liked the way it spanned three generations' worth of stories and all the mysticism going on. It was my first Arthurian fiction as well which felt very Big and Impressive at the time.

104 a fluffy, sweet read

A Hundred Pieces Of Me by Lucy Dillon was a really comforting and nice read that I liked way more than I thought I would when it comes to chick lit. I think of that book whenever I try to pick out a vase now lol

117 your favourite anthology

So do we count fairy tales here or no? Cause I kind of want to say Bland Tomtar Och Troll which is that swedish collection of childrens stories that had the most exquisite art in it and I was especially obsessed with the story about the mermaid Akmea who saved the beautiful sailor, or the one with the kindly white lion who showed up in someones yard.

Sidenote: I went through these old books to find the pictures since google was no help and one has an inscription wishing me a happy 4th birthday, and one has me trying to write my name and it is the most stiltedly awkward penmanship ever and my gosh that's the cutest thing 🥺

118 your favourite short story collection

Hoo.. I don't read a lot of those but when I was in high school they would give out little paperbacks called "Färdlektyr" with assorted short stories and poems and I always looked forward to that semester's edition, does that count?

124 the book you’re currently reading

I started on The Forest Of Stars by Heather Kassner a while back, and realised that the first 5 chapters do not live up to my hopes and so have not read anything since I had to put it down at the end of a lunch break OTL

These were a lot to do in one sitting! I did take a short break for dinner, but otherwise I did do it all in one go, please be happy? :*

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phantomwarrior12 · 2 years

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Final Goodbye

It's Cayde.

The crimson silhouette is unmistakable.

She almost reaches for him. She almost takes her hand off of Ace. But she knows, in her heart, this isn't her Cayde. Her mentor. Her closest friend. This is the culmination of her guilt and regret over his death.

"Long time, no see, Guardian." His form becomes a fraction more tangible. Sharp eyes, the subtle details of her Vanguard.

Her head tilts, a sad smile settling into place along her lips.

"Hey, Cayde."

There's a faint twinge of blue creeping at the edges of his form. She knows, after seeing the same effects on Uldren, Safiyah and Ghaul. She knew this would happen.

How couldn't it?

Fighting her way through the Leviathan, whispers nipping at her heels. It had made her guilt a bit worse, just when she thought she was past it, or at least, on her way to getting past it.

"You know, that Prison break could have gone a lot better. You coulda rescued me…why didn't you?" There's an accusatory edge in his voice despite the casual nature of his words.

The Guardian takes a deep breath, shaking her head. She could push past this. She could ignore him…but perhaps, perhaps this is her chance to say goodbye.

She couldn't get it out the day he died.

"Nothing to say, huh? Typical." He scoffs.

The Guardian looks up at him, her hands draw her hood back and removes her helmet before she kneels down.

"What's this? Some kind of re-enactment?" The Nightmare floats closer, peering curiously at her.

"I miss you." She says softly, "Every mission, I board your ship and every time," she looks up at him, "It hurts."

"Yeah, guilty consciences tend to do that, kid." He snorts, taking a seat opposite her.

It's so familiar.

Her eyes drop.

"Yeah, there's the shame we both know drives you. Can't have anyone else end up like ole Cayde but hey, it was fine to let that one time go."

"You told me it wasn't my fault," she looks up at him. "You told me not to blame myself."

"The dying say a lot of things."

Her hand settles along the Ace of Spades, the Nightmare notes the gesture.

"Hm. Yeah, using that? You don't deserve it. You got the guts, kid, but not the kind it takes to use my gun. It's more like…audacity."

She bristles, tightens her hold on the gun. Her eyes search the ground in front of her, anger welling in her chest.

"Stop."

"Aw, come on, Guardian! You're tougher than that!"

More goading. His voice, his eyes, his - not his. Not him.

Her eyes wrench shut, her jaw clenching.

That's not Cayde. That's you.

"Aw, shuttin' down again." He tsks, leaning toward her. "Just like the Prison, eh, Guardian?"

She shakes her head. Her voice is caught in her throat, her eyes rapidly searching for something, anything about him to still her racing thoughts.

The crimson has reclaimed the edges of his form - she's losing it.

"Cayde–" Her voice falters, her hand balls into a fist.

"Come on, kid. Out with it." It goads.

She surges up to her feet, storming away a few feet before she stops. Tears have gathered in her eyes, slipping unnoticed along her skin as she leans against the wall.

"I did all I could." She breaks down, dropping to her knees. "I couldn't get to you in time."

"No, you couldn't. You can't save anyone, can you?" His voice is cold and it makes this harder. He's beside her then, a chill sweeping over her form. "You use my gun. You fly my ship. You wear that cloak but you're not honoring me, Guardian. You're making yourself feel better about failing. About abandoning me."

Her head jerks up, sharp emerald bearing into searing crimson. She wants to scream at him. Remind him that she tried but it's no use.

Her eyes close and she sits back on her heels, trying to gather herself.

"No words?" He taunts.

She reaches out, pressing her hand against what would be his chest. The energy courses between them but there is nothing solid there, nothing tangible.

She wishes it were because she only wants to hug him right now.

"I'm sorry, Cayde." She manages at last. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you but I did…all I could to get to you in time. I tried..." Tears slip down her cheeks and she looks up at him, "But you were right. This wasn't on me." Her head lifts a fraction, features hardening as her Light surges.

"Your death wasn't my fault."

His form ignites and when that vibrant light ebbs, his form is a brilliant blue - pretty close to his eyes when he was alive.

She manages a smile, albeit a small one.

Her hand hasn't moved and she can feel a faint tingle as his hand hovers over her own.

He's smiling.

"It wasn't on you. It's been a few years, but I'm glad you get that. No more tears," he chuckles and her eyes drop as her smile broadens a fraction. "You keeping up with Ace?"

She nods, pulling the weapon from the holster and holds it up.

"Would you look at that? Looks better than new. Banshee taught you well." Cayde kneels down. "You're doing great, Guardian."

She meets his gaze, the silent question in her eyes: You mean that?

"With all you've done. How you've protected the City, all of it. I'm proud of you."

She chokes out a sob, her head dropping. She can't put into words just how badly she needed to hear that.

The next instant, he's hugging her. His form solid as her head settles against his shoulder, his arms bound around her and holds her tightly.

"I know," he says softly, "I miss you, too, kid. But you gotta keep going, right?"

She manages a shaky nod.

"That's my girl."

She'll keep fighting, she always does.

But this time, this time it will not be out of fear of losing someone as she lost Cayde.

This time, it will be because she knows now, she didn't fail.

It wasn't her fault.

And as Cayde’s form slowly dissipates, she manages a smile. She looks up and he shares it, gently squeezing her shoulder.

"Get back out there, Guardian."

For Cayde.

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A/N: Hi folks! There was supposed to be an art piece to go with this but the art brain fled in that regard so I decided to just post it before it got any further away from Season of the Haunted. Hope you enjoyed it! <3

Taglists are open! Send an ask/leave a comment to be added!

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kinda love the idea of that one post about vickie being like the home/port in the storm.

and like I've seen some fics with steve taking on that role, at like the end of it, and it can be sweet, but i also feel like it's a bit of a tragic ending for steve, like him being left behind in a way, and i think i feel that way bc it's feels like it wouldn't be his choice, that it would be the consequence of him not being able to move on, him being stuck, at least if it's in hawkins. if it's in another city it feels less like that, but still.

but with vickie i feel like it could work in s5, like actually. and we could have robin/stobin going to her for like a break, or food or just comfort, before going back out in the chaos, and then at the end of it all, (with stobin both alive, i refuse to entertain any other notion, sorry, i just can't deal with either of them dying rn lol) coming back to vickie and just like being able to exhale, finally, (would be p delicious if one of them (steve) did d*e and they break down in vickies arms, BUT I'm NOt thinking about that! NO!)

also i have this view in my head of steve's house being destroyed at the end of s5, idk why exactly, i just do, and i think he would be wherever robin is after that.

and then i have a scene of Something happening so like vickie Knows shit is going down, and when it's over she's out looking for robin, and she sees stobin looking all dusty and bloody/banged up, also they're holding hands (we get a shot at some point of their hands clutched together like in s3, but its a close up and also their hands are like dirty lol), but they're like looking in another direction, and vickie like starts running towards them and they look up and see her, like a parallel to the war zone scene almost, except vickie keeps running and we get a running slam into a reunion first* kiss between robin and vickie, and vickie is like holding robin's face, and robin's one hand is like holding vickie and the other is still holding steve's (bc she can't let go yet) so he's just there, awkwardly looking away to give them privacy, but with that silly little pleased happy smile on his face!

*tbh i would love for their first kiss to be somewhere quiet and sweet in the story, but i can't deny the draw of a dramatic declaration "it was almost too late" kiss yk, but i would love if they kissed before the last episode, and had a moment of peace together in the chaos, (a little bit like willow and tara's first kiss in buffy the vampire slayer, but with a little bit more focus on it)

but i also feel like vickie would work as a port in the storm even after it ends, like she cares for robin (and by extension steve) and she's there for nightmares and panic attacks, and flashbacks. and she was there for all of it, but she wasn't involved, and she's their one safe piece of hawkins, and she Knows but also she doesn't, and that gives them both peace, like here's one person we know who we managed to save, we managed to spare the horror. but also she's there afterwards to enjoy the stobin shenanigans <3 and every time either of them do anything wild/insane/silly they go home (where they all live together, or they call her if stobin lives in another apartment together) and tell vickie about it, and when things happen they go "just wait until i tell vickie!"&"i can't wait to tell vickie!" i just feel like stobin would go on adventures (both Adventures, but also like getting lost in a city and other more every day adventures), maybe not on purpose all the time lol, and I think sometimes vickie would be there, but also sometimes she's not and it's just stobin time <3 idk if i'm explaining my thoughts v well, but i hope u get the vibe.

thanks for listening to me ramble<3

Hii yeah i feel like vickie gets shit on a lot for being boring or something like rn we dont know a huge amount about her but she seems like a kind and non-violent person. So i don’t really see her becoming a monster hunter and maybe that will change in s5! But i dont really think so and im honestly fine with that. It’s like not everyone can be a gryffindor or dauntless..to use silly YA “factions” lol so in the same vein im thinking okay she doesn’t need to be a fighter even if that means she won’t have as much screentime

The reunion scene ur imagining is so sweet im in love with it!! I do like it when he’s just there for robin moments lol like he’s looking over his wlw with pride lol and goddd i so want another stobin hand holding scene i feel like we don’t get them being physically affectionate in canon bc the ST directors are like ummm do friends hold hands?? Lol sucks that the only stobin hand holding was when we were getting straightbaited bc i think they love holding hands <3 besides that i am a big fan of stobin maybe not being the biggest into physical affection but always in each others space anyway parallel play stobin real

Also i’ve definitely imagined steve robin and vickie leading the ppl at the volunteer spot to safety and then like steve dramatically sacrificing himself so that the girls can get out…a robin breakdown in vickie’s arms would work so well there <3

Tbh idk how i would like vickie and robin’s first kiss to go…i’ve mentioned them doing an action hero kiss like right before robin is about to jump into some action, vickie plants one on her but that doesn’t necessarily have to be their first kiss…but im pretty sure we’ll only get one robin/vickie kiss in s5 (cowardssss) so idk which i would prefer…a kiss when they’re alone, finally safe, sounds nice. Mostly just want them to kiss a lot lol

I really really like the idea of steve, robin, and vickie becoming a little trio. Like literally steve and his gang of wlw lol i don’t know what steve will wind up doing in s5 (sooo nervous for the potential stoncy storyline like the thought is giving me stress ulcers lol) but i am hoping he’ll survive. I try not to do too much speculation about s5 tbh because it’s fun to think about but i dont want to get too excited bc i just know the duffers will go a different direction and it will inevitably be a direction i think is stupid rip….idk at this point i really just hope my favourite characters dont have to go through too many stupid storylines lol. I feel confident about robin and vickie getting a couple scenes tho - maybe not as much as i want but i trust that at least. Anyway lol yeah stobickie agenda real i think all three of them will get into some fun adventures <333

When i think somewhat realistically i dont see robin and vickie being super long term just bc im not the biggest fan of high school sweethearts staying together forever. Like it is very sweet but i think the chance of you growing in different directions is very likely and im honestly quite attached to my headcanon of stobin being romantic disasters for decades. But i think the show will at most do a flashforward to them in their 20s or a small timeskip. So both can exist lol

It was fun to read ur rambling <3333

#platonic stobin #stobickie agenda #rockie stranger things

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Scogan/Scott Summers Comic Recs (Part 2)

Since I write way too much I’m going to put these in here for the anon who asked and link it back because I say way too much. That being said the continuation of my earlier recs are under the cut:

Avengers vs X-Men For the most part I consider this event a dumpster fire where they dumbed down every character to make their plan work...only it didn't. It was as if Marvel decided that it was time to make Scott a top villain in the Marvel Universe. They tried and failed completely in doing so, but they also pretty much ignored characterizations and friendships with EVERYONE in the comic to push the whole hero vs hero crap. It is not my favorite, but a lot of what happens after this event kind of shapes a lot of the talks, etc. after the event. Spoiler Alert (Don't read if you don't want to know): Basically the Phoenix Force is coming to earth again, Steve Rogers (who has been friends with Scott for a while now and trusts Scott's opinion on a lot of things) decides not to reach out to Scott for advice on the potential problem first even though he KNOWS Scott is an expert on the Phoenix and instead listens to Scott's bitter, jaded ex lover who is angry Scott didn't beg him to stay at the end of Schism or chase him in his need for space...er, I mean his ex-teammate Wolverine who has an obvious chip on his shoulder. Steve gets council from Logan, not taking Logan's bitterness into consideration and goes to the island where Scott's X-Men live and starts making some ridiculous demands of Scott. A fight breaks out after that, the teams act like idiots fighting each other instead of working together, I found myself taking two plus years to like Steve again after this event (which I swear I really do. I like Steve a lot now but was so angry with him for not using his brain and common sense in having a rational discussion with Scott before all the stupidity followed). The fighting leads to more drama. Tony comes up with a plan to stop the Phoenix Force from destroying the world. It fails. The Phoenix Force gets split into 5 and Scott, Emma, Namor, Magik and Colossus end up getting pieces of it. They all slowly get corrupted by it except for Scott, who is the last one to hold onto it. Namor does some really bad stuff to Wakanda (yet T'Challa forgives him and hates on his wife Storm, who had no part of it and treats her really bad, which I have to say here thank you to Chadwick Boseman for making me love T'Challa because after AvX I was really angry with him in the comics for how he treated Storm) and Namor is later welcomed back into the fold with open arms. Flash forward to Scott and Emma being the only ones with Phoenix powers. Emma gets corrupted. The entire Marvel hero roster decides to attack Scott who takes Emma's piece of the PF, becomes ultra powerful and is then attacked by everyone including Charles, who has systematically abused the poor kid since the beginning (i.e. erasing his memories, training him to be a child soldier, etc.). Scott kills Charles in self defense (which I'm sorry but it was) and then everyone in the universe hates him, acts like he's the worst villain ever and puts him in a corrupt prison where mutants are being tortured/murdered and somehow Steve is okay with that (yeah okay :rolling eyes:) but basically this crap show ends with Charles dying and Scott being enemy number one for defending himself against an attack. Before he was attacked his big 'power display' was you know feeding the hungry, bringing water back to rivers that ran dry and helping people, but Charles and the others decided he shouldn't be playing God like that and decide to attack him, which you know totally makes sense and then Charles dies and suddenly Scott's the worst person alive...oh the rage it still ignites in me lol. This was the motivation for Hank in All New X-Men to bring the teens back to the future to in my opinion torture teen Scott because his jerk self didn't get the chance to do it to adult Scott, who no longer lets Hank's hypocrisy tear him down, but yeah...lol It's a rough read and one I really didn't enjoy at all, but it dictates the next few years of Scott's a fugitive of the law, etc. Oh and at the end of the day through all that was happening Scott was doing what he did because his son Cable told him not to trust the Avengers and that Hope (Scott's granddaughter) would be the one to save them since Wanda (in a grief episode) pretty much wiped out the mutant population and Scott was struggling to save his people. Big stakes, high risk and guess what...Hope and Wanda did save them and found a way to use the PF to bring about new mutants into the world, but sigh...so much wrong with this one but it's such a big part of their stuff that followed though most of us want to forget.

Avengers vs X-Men Consequences This was a mini that really explored the aftermath of the dumpster fire mentioned above. There's a lot about it that makes you angry, but also gives you thought towards what could come next. Scott's goal for so long was saving the world and now that he has and he was right and did what he was hoping to do, he's in jail accepting his fate ready to die (note: there's some suicidal triggers/depression there and at one point he tries to goad Logan into murdering him instead of dying at the hands of the sadistic prison guards. It's all very poignant and heart breaking and damn...it totally kills you on so many levels). There's also a bit where Scott and Tony work together to figure out what went wrong in Tony's plan, which I'll be honest that was probably my favorite part with Scott and Tony working together in prison. In prison bad stuff happens, Scott finds a purpose in his life and he works towards saving mutants again. It's still flawed, but has some stuff worth seeing. Wolverine and the X-Men Vol. 1 #40 A lot of people liked Jason Aaron’s series about Logan. I didn’t, but I did like the one issue where the guys team up together, fight some sentinels and drink some beer together. It’s a good moment for them where there are shades of them coming together again down the road. Death of Wolverine: Life after Logan: This is a mini with people responding to Logan dying. Scott’s tribute to Logan is heartbreaking and really cements their deep bond in the push and pull between them through the years. Uncanny X-Men (2018-2019) Start with #11. Scott is back and trying to save his people. This is the comic that got me back into buying comics again. It doesn’t have the most solid of endings, but it brings Scott/Logan back to working together and gives some great stuff where they are reunited and picking up where they left off with one another. You can feel the shades of love and concern for each other, but most of all, it was a great lead in to them building up to them being together in the poly ship with Jean. Granted Marvel likes to ignore the Scott/Logan dynamic but this comic has a domestic vibe with them even with their bickering and all else. It was good and made my Scogan loving heart so happy to see them together again lol. X-Men (Hickman’s run) The comic run before the current X-Men comic was a nice introduction to life in Krakoa and gave a few moments here and there with Scott/Logan. There were little things along the way but it was nice to see them allowing Scott/Logan to be together even with Jean involved. It was nice. Now the only time you really see them together is in other comics where they aren’t the main focus, but it’s clear they are together which is great. So yeah those are a few to get you started. I hope this helps at least a little bit and doesn’t confuse you. If you have any comic questions, on where to look at them, etc. please feel free to drop me a note and I’ll guide you in the right direction. My archive has a lot of featured comic moments and I tried to put issues/comic names on them when I was posting them for a while, so I hope that helps. Thanks for your great ask and hopefully I haven’t talked you out of researching the comics and exploring lol.

#scogan #cyclops #wolverine #scott summers #james howlett #logan #xmen #comic recs #anon

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I've been thinking about this for a minute on how to develop Nathan's character more and thought about how his prophetic dreams could've been building up, correctly predicting, and becoming more disturbing since season three.

The climax happens in Prankklok (I changed it around again) where the band aside from Pickles and Nathan, are beefing with each other and they're planning they're friender-bender to get away from it all.

Nathan hasn't opened up about his prophetic dreams to Pickles due to fears it won't make sense and you know...Gay.

It bites him in the ass hard and now not only is everybody mad at each other, but they're also pissed at Nathan for destroying the album and now they're forced to work together again.

UHHHh OHHHHH Claudia's awoken the lore-dragon that loves to hoard this kind of stuff in my brain -- let's do this :D

I think the prophecy/world ending/the Doomstar/Falconback/Salacia has all been in the works since the beginning, but yeah -- it really picks up steam at the end of Season 2 and beginning of Season 3. Similarly, Nathan's always been one for having weird dreams and visions, but that too, becomes aggressively prophetic as the series goes on. I think your vision for how this all goes down fits well into the canon, and I have a strong feeling that the end will pay-off, similarly.

Popular fan-theory would have you believe, when "Some Days Are For Dying" picks up with that 'second voice' on the first verse, it's Nathan talking:

Feels like it’s Deconstructing The powers of my words They mean fucking nothing

He's clearly frustrated about the state of things. The world's ending and he's hitting writer's block -- which seems to also happen more frequently as the series goes on. Starting Tuesday, you'll see that I even have it as a central dilemma for him in Dethkomic.

And why is Nathan having writer's block such a problem? Well, as you said and as the clues in canon seem to be pointing to -- Nathan's at the heart of the writing process for the band, and without him, the "right message" won't arrive in time to stop whatever it is that's going to tear the world apart. Ishnifus pointed out Nathan destroyed the record because "it was the wrong message", and though the show is great at throwing red herrings our way, most of us don't believe that was one of them.

Anyway. Poor guy's not gonna tell his bandmates about this (because yeah, gaaaaay... but... they're really scary and what if they come true?) so he's going to look like the bad guy in that sense, or at least a wishy-washy artist. "The Ocean Galaktik" and its themes of visions, being in the water, etc. is relevant to this entire topic, and a lot of us think these words, specifically, are about Nathan needing to find those lyrics:

See the world below reform Speak the words and call the storm

I think most of all, the Galaktikon II album has a lot of central themes pointing to the band needing to unify in their final stand aganst the forces of evil. A lot of this has to do with Salacia's power taking hold of Murderface, I'm sure, but more to the point -- I don't think these powers the boys are saddled with will work if they're separated. So your ideas for pushing them back together again too, should see good returns when the story wraps. :)

Always fun to discuss this stuff. But woo. Sorry for the length in that response. :D

#dethklok #mtl #metalocalypse #metalocalypse lore #dethkomic lore #dawn rambles on and on and on #answered

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love grows {part two} ~ stranger things au

pairing. eddie x oc

warnings. some blood and violence and sad girl hours

etc. sorry for the ugly format, I just wanted to get this out finally. (still looking for someone to teach me to make pretty post lol) this chapter is a little different. It kind of just shows how rosemary fits into season two and sets up some really important stuff for the next like, five chapters (which will all contain all the eddie smut and fluff your little hearts desire). let me know what y’all think! _______________________________________

It was quieter than Five had expected it, but that would be Eights gift working as they tiptoed down the hallways. Workers and guards walked right past them, emergency flood lights were their only light.

A few nights prior, Five had seen a vision of a bad electrical storm, one that would take the lights and cameras out for at least an hour. The moment she had seen it, she knew it was her opportunity to get out of Hawkins Lab.

But they were going slower than Five needed them to be going and it wasn’t Eight’s fault. It was Five’s.

It’s just that carrying a toddler had been harder than the ten year old had anticipated.

Because that night it hadn’t just been Five and Eight, not at first. There had been three girls. Five, Eight and Eleven.

Five was struggling to carry her, even with the toddlers arms looped around her neck. Eleven was breathing softly. The Bad Men had just done some experiments on her and knocked her out afterwards.

Suddenly the doctors and guards weren’t walking anymore, they were running and shouting.

‘Eleven is missing! We must find the asset!’

The oldest girl's breath started to get raspy. They were so close. She could see the exit just down the hallway.

But Eleven was waking up. She was stirring in Five’s arms but the squirming made it hard for Five to keep her grip while rushing towards the door.

Her mind was occupied trying to keep ahold of the child that she didn’t look ahead and suddenly had bumped into a guard.

The guard looked down in a daze for a moment before realization hit him. His arms darted out and snatched Eleven from Five’s arms, “No!”

The guard yelled out, ‘I’ve got her! They’re all here!’

Eight tugged on Five’s sleeve, ‘Run!’ Five looked up, they were feet away from the exit. Her hands were still locked on Eleven, pulling fruitlessly on Elevens hospital gown.

But Eight was right. They could make it. Them. But not Eleven. Five had failed her. But she could still save Eight. ‘Run.’ She echoed, grabbing Eight’s hand and bolting through the door before more guards could come for the two of them.

Before the heavy doors could slam behind them, Five glanced behind her to see Eleven limp in the guards arms. ‘I’m sorry’ she whispered before the door on that chapter closed.

…

“I left her.”

Rhiannon sat on the end of her daughter’s bed. She rested her hand on the teenagers blanketed legs. That sentence was all Rosemary could repeat since the night before.

“I left her.”

The bed had been a safe place since coming home from the party. Rosemary hadn’t left it for hours, her body hungover but also… racked with guilt.

And the visions.

The visions had been flowing freely all night long. Everything that had truly happened last year. The ‘demogorgan’ as those kids had called it, the gate that had been opened to the ‘Upside-Down’. And Eleven. Her saving her friends… and dying.

Rosemary didn’t just not want to get out of bed, she couldn’t. Her body was exhausted, her pillow soaked from the blood freely flowing from her nose. Not to mention the tears.

“I left her and she died. It’s my fault.” She sobbed.

“No.” Rhiannon cooed. “No, no. Small One, it is not your fault. You were a child. It was never your responsibility to have to save others, let alone yourself. Those-Those monsters in that facility. This is their fault.”

Rosemary sat up sharply, “But Nancy thinks I’m like Eleven. Those monsters could be one step closer to finding me. And what are they going to do when they find you?” Rosemary still remembered what they had done to Eleven’s mother because she knew too much. A sob racked her body again.

Fear. Rosemary felt shivers running up and down her spine and she could barely breathe.

Her mother moved farther up the bed and cradled her in her arms. “I knew the risks when I took you into my life that day, Rosemary. I still know them.” Rhiannon placed a kiss to the top of her head, “You may not have come from me, but you are my daughter. I will never stop fighting for you.”

But Rosemary wasn’t just afraid for her mother, or the Bad Men. She was afraid because there had been another vision.

A monster. Bigger and scarier than the Demogorgan. Smarter too. It had all been flashes. Will Byers. Black, dog-like monsters chasing people through hallways. The big monster coming for Hawkins. And those kids, Will Byers’s friends, Eleven’s friends, are in terrible danger.

Rosemary Price, ‘005’, was afraid because she knew who her mother had raised her to be. Who she had been even before that. She was the girl who didn’t try to escape on her own. The one who sent the other to safety before herself.

There was red in her ledger. Rosemary owed Eleven for leaving her behind.

And the only way to wipe that ledger clean was to protect her friends. To save what Eleven had died protecting.

…

Bed rest for the day. That’s what Rosemary had promised her mother. The endless visions had taken a physical toll on her body.

Technically she had promised to stay in bed until the weekend but Rosemary was feeling anxious. Bad things were about to start happening, if they hadn’t already. So as soon as her mother had left for work the following morning Rosemary jumped out of bed and ran to her closet.

This November was cold, so she pulled on a heavy pair of rolled up jeans and a cream sweater, tying an old dark blue flannel around her waist. She pulled on her Reebok's and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

Her mother’s bicycle was collecting dust in the garage, so Rosemary decided to give it some attention. Besides, it's not like she could just walk around until she found out what was going on.

Biking around Hawkins at mid-day was risky. But oddly enough there were no cops around to stop her from skipping school. It was Chief Hopper's favorite pastime. Where were they all? Has the bad stuff already begun? Anxiety bubbled up in her chest as she searched neighborhood after cul de sac looking for one of Eleven’s friends. It’s not like she knew where any of them lived but she just had a feeling that at some point she would be in the right place at the right time.

The air was crisp against her skin, her nose starting to turn a bit rosy in the cold. And after all, she was still feeling a little sick. Rosemary had been biking for hours, checking different streets multiple times at this point. She was looking for anything out of the ordinary, anything that might indicate the visions she had been having. Until…

Why was Steve Harrington standing with a kid in goalie equipment in the middle of the street?

“Well that warrants out of the ordinary.” Rosemary mumbled, skidding to a stop behind them. The brakes of her bike squealed and the boys jumped back at the sudden sound. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Steve turned to look at her, that same baseball bat from last year in his grip. And the kid that was with him…

“Who the hell are you?” Dustin Hendersen was staring at Rosemary intently. But Rosemary felt a swell of relief, she had found one of them.

“Dustin, meet Rosemary. Rosemary, Dustin.” Steve said running a hand through his hair, “But Rosemary, this really isn’t a good time-”

“I can help.” She breathed, getting off her bike and letting it fall to the ground, “Whatever is going on down in that cellar, I can help with it.”

“W-what are you talking ab-” Steve stuttered out nervously. There’s no way she knows about any of what’s going on. Right?

Dustin interrupted him, “No offense, lady, but I just met you and you don’t exactly look like a fighter, so how exactly are you supposed to help us with whatever may or may not be in my basement right now?”

His thoughts were kind of funny to listen to, but underneath that layer of humor there was some real fear. She searched his mind to see what he was hiding in his basement and her eyes widened at his memories of his weird little creature.

“Listen, you’re going to need me if you want to fight whatever ate your cat.” Rosemary stated as she lined herself up with the cellar doors.

“How did you know-?” Dustin was about to ask when Rosemary outstretched her hand and the cellar door suddenly exploded open.

Steve and Dustin both were staring at her slack jawed, the blood slowly dripped down her nose. When they spoke, they spoke in tandem.

“Holy shit!”

…

“So let me get this straight, you’ve been living amongst us for years hiding from Brenner’s people, which is why you’ve never told anyone about your powers but you’re telling us now because some really bad shit is about to go down?” Steve clarified as he and Dustin were standing behind her while she examined the hole Dustin’s ‘pet’ had used to escape.

Rosemary touched the dirt around the hole, hoping for some kind of vision to tell her where it had gone. She nodded, “Yes, I’m trusting you guys with my life right now.”

“Why?” Dustin asked.

“Because Eleven trusted you, and you protected her while you could.” Rosemary said blankly.

“And you saw this all in your mind?” Steve said in disbelief. Rosemary nodded again. “Okay, so why can’t you just look into the future and tell us what we need to do to stop this thing?”

Standing up and walking towards the two of them Rosemary sighed, “The visions don’t work like that. If I want to do it on command I need a sensory deprivation tank. Other than that, they come randomly. I can only read minds on command.”

“Okay, what am I thinking about right now?” Dustin crossed his arms, testing her with a smirk.

A look of annoyance crossed Rosemary’s face, “You’re trying to think about the camp you're going to next summer to distract me but really you have to take a piss.”

Red flooded the curly haired boy's cheeks and Steve laughed loudly, “It is, it is what you were thinking about, isn’t it?”

“We have bigger problems on our hands, okay?” Dustin huffed, “Like finding D’Argtanian.”

…

“So, Lucas likes Max right?” Steve asked as he and Rosemary sat inside the bus at the junkyard.

The plan was to lure Dart to the junkyard and end him there, Max and Lucas had joined them shortly before and Rosemary had taken an instant liking to them. To all of them really, she hadn’t had many friends before, and just watching the dynamic between them all made her feel for once like… she belonged.

“She thinks you’re all crazy.” Rosemary laughed and Steve looked over at Dustin who was fiddling with his walkie in the corner.

Yeah, I don’t get why you didn’t just move something with your mind to prove it to her. Steve wondered privately but she heard it all the same.

Rosemary sighed, “Because, I want to give her the chance to trust Lucas before dumping the truth of the matter on her.”

Steve stared at her, having jumped at her ability, “Hey, hey, listen, don’t go around just listening to my thoughts all the time, okay? It’s kind of an invasion of privacy.”

The bus was cold, Rosemary rang her fingers out in an attempt to warm them, “Sorry, it’s not always by choice. If I actively block it, I won’t hear anything from anyone, but it’s tiresome. When I’m comfortable it just comes to me. Even more so when someone is comfortable around me.”

Reaching into his bag, Steve pulled out a pair of leather gloves and handed them to her, “I’ve known you since I was eleven, it would be hard to not be comfortable around you.” He sighed heavily, “How do I tell Dustin the girl he likes, likes someone else?”

“He knows, the same way you do.” Rosemary slipped the gloves on and felt warmth spread to her fingertips again.

The silence was thick and when she looked at Steve a tear was running down his cheek.

Apologies immediately began to fall from her lips, not meaning to have upset him.

“No,” he let out a ragged breath, “You’re right. I just- I wanted it to work so bad. But I can’t help but feel like it became messed up a long time ago. From the night Barb disappeared; the night we became ‘us’.”

A hand draped on Steve’s shoulder in a friendly manner, “Take it from me, the pain we experience only makes the happy moments sweeter. Every time I’m in my garden, or shopping with my mom, or marching in the band, I sometimes think about the stuff that happened to me in that lab. And I feel even happier, because I never would have believed at that time that I could feel the way I do now. It’s the same for you. It hurts right now but in time you’ll be with someone that makes you realize that the way you felt was nothing compared to the real thing.”

“I guess I’m just impatient.” Steve sighed, head in the palm of his hand. “I don’t know what I want, but I know I want it now. That’s my weakness.”

The girl thought for a moment, “I hide.” She sighed, “That’s mine. My weakness. I want so badly to be seen but I don’t want anyone to see me. And I put on a lot of bravado to hide how afraid I am. Especially since you guys explained all this Upside-Down stuff to me. I didn’t know any of us lab kids were capable of anything like that. And I don’t know how to deal with it, if I’m enough. I mean, I’ll still try but I’m scared shitless.”

“That makes two of us.” Steve snorted.

“I see him!” Lucas shouted from the top of the bus and Rosemary and Steve jumped up, Steve grabbing his bat, before they ran outside the bus; Ready to defend the kids inside with all they had.

The fog outside made it hard to see, but chills were running down Rosemary’s spine; something was wrong.

“Hey,” Steve was standing slightly ahead of her, “We got this, okay?”

Dart was stepping slightly into view, but as he did Lucas called out from the rooftop again. “Steve! Three o’clock!”

The two of them suddenly became aware of the at least dozen demodogs closing in on them. One lunged at Steve, who hauled up and with a mighty crack! Smacked the creature back into the fog.

“Steve!” Dustin screamed as one of the dogs jumped off the roof of a car, all four jaws open wide, before Steve could swing his bat again.

Luckily he didn’t have to.

Suddenly the demodog was frozen in the air and all the other creatures faltered at the sight. Steve glanced behind him and swallowed hard.

Arm stretched out, Rosemary’s face was twisted in concentration. She heard Max yell out a ‘holy shit!’ From the roof of the bus. Rosemary raised her other hand and the demodog began to shake. “I have a message for your friends.” She growled before jerking her hand away quickly.

In the moment she did the Demodog in the air split in half from its mouth to its rear, black sludge splattering a solid ten foot radius.

“Oh my god! Holy shit! What the holy mother of-“ Dustin was screaming profanities and Steve’s eyes were the size of dinner plates.

But Rosemary’s face was suddenly sheet white, and she was swaying slightly trying to keep her balance.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Steve moved towards her, keeping an eye on the other dogs who were starting to move in again. “You don’t look so good.”

But these were powers Rosemary had not had to use in a long time. And even when she was in the lab practicing, she was one of the weaker children when it came to moving things with her mind.

And if anything, what she had done had only pissed the dogs off more. Another one was inching forward and Rosemary grunted as she threw it thirty feet into the air in the opposite direction.

The boy with the bat swung at another one but she barely saw through her wooziness.

“Retreat!” That she did hear and Steve looped an arm around her waist as he helped drag her back into the bus.

Once inside she collapsed on the ground as the others watched out the window.

Max crouched down next to her and was tapping Rosemary’s cheek with her palm, “Hey, c’mon, you need to stay awake. I really don’t want to be eaten tonight, okay?”

“What’re we gonna do?” Dustin was tapping the glass nervously as the ungodly creatures closed in on the bus, “There’s too many for just Steve and our secret weapon is down for the count after only fighting two of them.”

There was enough energy to manage an eye roll, “Gee thanks,” Rosemary slurred, “I’d like to see you rip even one in half.” Max was holding her head straight.

“Did your friend Eleven get like this?” The red haired girl asked Lucas who shook his head in a panic.

“No- I mean, yes but not that quickly.”

“Eleven is stronger than me when it comes to this stuff.” Rosemary was fighting to stay conscious, “And that’s on a good day. I haven’t used my powers in a very long time.”

“Okay but we need a plan!” Steve was gripping his baseball bat with white knuckles, “Cause otherwise we’re about to get ripped apart.”

Exhaustion made her ears ring, but Rosemary had promised she would protect these kids so despite feeling like she would pass out at any second, Rosemary shakily got to her feet and was about to open the door when suddenly the Demodogs halted, sniffed around, and then bolted into the woods.

“Where did they go?” Steve asked.

Rosemary fell back to the floor, “Who cares? Let’s count our blessings Harrington.”

…

They ended up caring.

Especially after having to rescue Will, Mike, Joyce and Hopper from Hawkin’s Lab where the Demodogs had retreated to.

And now they were all gathered in the Byers home, trying to figure out some way to solve the problem with Will.

“You have to know something!” Hopper slammed his fist on the table in front of Rosemary and she flinched at the sudden movement, “El had a connection with the Upside-Down, you have to have one too!”

“Eleven made the gate to the Upside-Down,” Rosemary squeaked, “I don’t know anything about it really.”

“But have you tried looking into there, El was able to-“ Rosemary interrupted Hopper’s ranting with a frustrated sigh.

“I’m not Eleven!” She exclaimed, exhaustion getting the better of her as she snapped at the adult.

“You’re damn right you’re not.” Hopper growled, “How many years did you hide in our town, and last year when we could have used you, when El needed you, you did nothing.” Rosemary flinched again but this time simply because of the bite of his words.

“Hop!” Joyce Byers interjected sternly, “She’s just a girl! Don’t put that kind of responsibility on her. And besides, look at her, she’s exhausted. She’s done enough already.” Joyce helped Rosemary to stand and brought her to the couch, laying her down gently. “Let’s go talk.” She said to Hopper.

Joyce reminded Rosemary of her own mother. Her mother was probably hysterical wondering where she was. But a phone call was too risky right now, she could drag her into this.

The entire conversation with Chief Hopper, Rosemary had been acutely aware of Mike and Nancy Wheeler staring at her from across the room.

Mike was the first to walk over, sitting on the coffee table to look at her, “Is she alive?” He asked, “Eleven, is she- Could she be?”

Trying to sit up was hard but looking him in the eyes was harder, “I-I’m not sure. I saw her disappear with the Demogorgon but anything after that is… confusing.”

Mike Wheeler swallowed hard, “What does that mean? Confusing?” Nancy had come and put a hand on his shoulder in silent support.

“It means,” Rosemary sighed, “That I saw her once. But she was trapped and… collapsed on the floor in the school hallway. Well, the Upside-Down version of it. As far as I know, it means that I’m what you guys are stuck with.” She saw his disappointed face and winced at the pain her words had brought, “I’m sorry.”

Nancy shook her head, “Don’t be sorry. We’ll figure this all out somehow.”

Hopper’s words rung through Rosemary’s ears again. You did nothing. “Nancy, I’m sorry.” She said again, “Hopper is right. Maybe, maybe if I had helped you guys last year, maybe I could have saved Barb.”

“No,” Nancy wiped a tear from her cheek, “Hopper is wrong. All exposing yourself would have done was make you a target. And Barb, Barb is on me. I left her alone that night.”

Rosemary reached out a hand and held Nancy’s tightly, “I saw her in your memories, earlier in the car, driving here. She loved you Nance, she would have wanted you to forgive yourself.”

Blinking away more tears, Nancy smiled weakly.

Their moment was interrupted by Dustin running up to them, “I think we have a plan.”

…

“Well, so much for that plan.” Rosemary quipped as she ushered the kids behind her. The Demodogs were coming and they had no weapons and no one other than her that really stood a chance against them.

Hopper was pointing his gun towards the window, Rosemary had her hand outstretched in the same direction, the other arm shielding Dustin, Max, and Lucas behind her.

The sounds of growling and yipping could be heard around the house and Rosemary prepared herself for a fight.

Silence.

And then a dead demodog flew through the window.

More silence.

“Was that you, kid?” Hopper asked, glancing at Rosemary who quickly shook her head.

“No.”

The front door started to squeak open, slowly and surely to eventually reveal…

“El!” Mike yelled and Eleven it was, standing in the doorway.

The room seemed to spin as Rosemary instinctively took a step back. Eleven was alive, not just alive but pretty cool looking. She let them all welcome back their friend, standing quietly in the corner.

What would she say to her? How could she ever apologize for leaving her behind? Eleven probably hated her.

As if she heard her thoughts, Eleven made eye contact with Rosemary, whose blood had just frozen in her veins.

Eleven’s face screwed up a little in thought. This girl had been in the memories that Terry had shown her a few days prior. But more than that, she looked familiar to Eleven. An image came to mind, a scared little girl trying to pull her out of a man’s arms.

The younger girl stepped towards Rosemary, who became aware of the tears running down her cheeks, “You- you probably don’t remember me-“

“Five.” Eleven said it quietly but hearing the number made Rosemary cringe. But she nodded nonetheless.

“Eleven… I- I’m so sorry-“ Rosemary began to cry and El stepped until she was directly in front of the other girl.

“No apologies. We are together again. We are complete.” Eleven stated before coming in for a hug from Rosemary. Eleven was crying too and for a moment Rosemary didn’t understand what she meant by complete, but then it sunk in and they hugged each other like the world wasn’t falling apart around them.

No one in the world could ever truly understand what Rosemary had been through, no one except for Eleven. And as she held her in her arms, she felt a piece of her being clicked back into place.

The one she had left behind was here, she was alive, and she was safe.

“Yes.” Rosemary whispered into the top of Eleven’s hair, “Complete is exactly the word.”

…

“I don’t like this!” Mike was pacing the room, Dustin and Lucas thinking so hard next to him that Rosemary could practically see the steam coming from their ears. “They’re walking right into a shit-storm!”

Hopper had instructed Rosemary to stay behind with Steve and protect the kids while he and El went to the lab and Joyce took her boys and Nancy to try and save Will. Frankly, Rosemary agreed with Mike. This stunk to high heaven.

Mike and Dustin were devising a plan to go into the tunnels and dispose of the Demodogs and Rosemary nodded, “It could work but we have to be fast.”

She was interrupted by lights coming down the driveway.

“It’s Billy!” Max squeaked and Rosemary was struck by the fear in her voice. So far the only experience with her brother Billy had been a shitty one so Rosemary couldn’t say she was exactly surprised by the behavior of the young red head.

Steve went out to deal with it and Rosemary quickly ran to the window. She didn’t catch much of what was being said but she definitely heard when Billy said, “then why can I see her in the window?”

Rosemary glanced behind her just in time to see the party of kids duck down below the window sill. She didn’t know they were looking out the window with her, “Really, guys?”

But it was too late now, Billy was storming through the door and Rosemary had pushed all the kids behind her, putting herself between him and especially Max.

His thoughts weren’t just angry, they were murderous and Rosemary felt rage bubble up in her stomach. “Back the fuck up you sack of shit.” She hissed at him. Rosemary knew from his thoughts that he wasn’t going to kill Max, but she could also tell that he wanted to. Not in a sibling kind of way. In a I-want-her-to-die-and-one-day-I’ll-snap-and-do-it kind of way.

“Now, now, let’s play nice little bunny.” Billy cooed in a sickening tone.

“You have no idea what you’re messing with asshole!” Dustin yelled.

Lucas joined in, “Yeah, you’re not taking Max!” Billy locked eyes with him and Rosemary heard his thoughts, saying vile and evil things about Lucas.

I can’t kill her but not one fucker in this town would bat an eye if I killed you.

Rosemary’s eyes flared in red hot anger.

“And who’s going to stop me? You pipsqueaks and bunny here?” Billy scoffed.

“No,” Steve suddenly appeared behind him, “but I will.” He said right before punching Billy in the face.

The kids were cheering him on, that is until Billy started kicking his ass. Max looked up at Rosemary, “Do something! Use your powers!” She whisper yelled and Rosemary shook her head.

“I can’t. Can you tell me that Billy wouldn’t tell everyone?” Max stood in silence and Rosemary lunged at Billy when he pinned Steve to the ground. She had one hand pulling his hair as tight as she could, and the other smacking him in the face, “Get off him you disgusting bigot!”

Billy pulled forward and then threw his head back sharply, hitting Rosemary in the face with a sickening crunch.

She stumbled back, blood gushing from her nose and for a second, Rosemary didn’t care if he told everyone, when she lifted her hand up her intention was to break every bone in his Goddamn body.

It was mercy when Max grabbed a syringe from the table and plunged it into Billy’s neck.

Billy fell to the ground and Max made it clear that he was not to mess with her or her friends again. Rosemary could barely see through the pained tears running down her cheeks and touched her clearly broken nose.

He was down for the count, but anger was boiling inside her. Rosemary wasn’t done with him. She got down on all fours and put her hands on either side of his face, squeezing hard and forcing him to meet her eyes as she read his thoughts.

The memories were sad, sure, but they weren’t an excuse and right now Rosemary was too pissed off to have mercy on him.

Her lips hovered next his ear and she began to whisper, “And just in case you ever get brave again and ever think of fucking with any of us, especially Lucas, I want you to know one thing.” The boys eyes were lulling in and out of consciousness as Rosemary spat out, “That fear you have, deep inside, it came to pass years ago. You can’t avoid becoming him. You already are. Your precious mother would be revolted by what you are, and it is no one’s fault but yours. You are going to die with no one who loves, or even likes you. Just as you’ve always feared.”

She could feel the agony boiling up inside him, the confusion at how she could have known all of that. But as quickly as it came it was swept away by the bliss of sleep.

“What did you say to him?” Steve panted as he struggled to sit up but Rosemary simply shrugged.

“Nothing he doesn’t already know.”

…

“I like our matching noses.”

It was dark in the tunnels but in the beam of the flashlights Steve could see Rosemary’s now bent nose. Rosemary snorted at his words, followed by immediately wincing in pain. “I never had a chance with guys before, now I’m in the running for top 10 most unwanted at Hawkins High.”

Steve glanced at her in bewilderment, “Seems like you had a chance with Eddie Munson at the Halloween party.” He teased and Rosemary blushed, “Yeah, I saw that. And what’s more, you should know that he was the lucky one in that situation, not you.” I still can’t believe my 6th grade crush has superpowers. And that she made out with Eddie Munson.

“Really?” Rosemary stretched the word, grinning, “Sixth grade, huh? I had braces then.”

Throwing his goggles off, Steve glared at her, “Hey, I think we already had a discussion about privacy.” But she could hear him smiling.

“Sorry,” Rosemary threw her hands up in defense, “I’m just surprised that my wig and braces did it for you then.”

“That was a wig?” Steve exclaimed, “I mean, actually I guess that checks out. You had a pass from gym class that whole year. Couldn’t really have it flying off during dodgeball.”

“That’s… not why.” The girl lifted her jeans and shown the flashlight on her ankle revealing a couple gnarly scars, “I broke my leg while running from the lab. My mom called a doctor friend from out of state and had him come and put pins in my leg. But it’s never really healed very well.”

Steve stared at the scars, “So you’re telling me that if we have to run; you’re fucked.”

A moment of silence passed before they both laughed. Rosemary sighed after a moment, “On that note, Steve, can I ask you a favor?”

He glanced around, “You mean on top of helping you babysit these kids inside a giant labyrinth made out of an otherworldly death machine's weird tentacle things?” Steve inquired and when she nodded he asked in resignation, “Sure, what’s up?”

Footsteps silenced as her feet came to a stop, “Can you put my nose back into place?” She asked.

This elicited a laugh until Steve’s face fell in realization that she was serious, “Fine, but fix mine too, yeah?”

When he slipped his bandana down they braced themselves as they both held each other’s noses and then proceeded to push them into the right direction, both teenagers exclaiming different profanities.

When the pain passed Steve tilted his jaw around, “Better?” He asked.

Rosemary nodded, “Better.”

“Hurry up!” Dustin insisted from ahead of everyone.

“As you command, Sargent Henderson.” Rosemary rolled her eyes.

…

“Move! Move! Move! This place is about to blow!”

Steve and Rosemary were helping to shuffle the kids back up and out of the tunnel and Rosemary could see the orange of the flames beginning to rush towards them, “Shit.” She muttered and Lucas and Max made their way up the rope.

Throwing up a hand, Rosemary concentrated hard and the flames stood still, and even as she did dozens of Demodogs flew out of one tunnel and rushed past them. Only one tried to take a bite out of Dustin but with a flick of her hand it went flying into the fire.

The tunnel was shaking and beginning to collapse, so as soon as Dustin and Steve were finally up the rope Rosemary let go of the fire and climbed the rope herself.

She could feel the flames licking at her feet as she pulled herself up but it was only a moment before Steve and the kids were grabbing her arms and pulling her up to safety.

Once they were all sure that everyone was okay, Rosemary plopped down on the ground and looked around. “It’s over.” She laughed, and Steve laughed with her.

“Holy shit.” Steve pulled all his protective gear off, revealing his face again, “And we’re alive. Now that’s what I call a win.”

Rosemary laid back into the grass, the cold air feeling good against her exhaustion body, and took a deep breath before blinking hard.

“My mom is going to kill me.”

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