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evehere · 4 years ago

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I just wanted to say I am absolutely taken by your 2ha ficlet as well! I even started reading "The wife is first" per your recommendation, and every new chapter I read all I think about is "ooh, this would fit so well with ranwan, what an amazing idea!" I really can't wait to read the rest of what you have written, thanks for doing this

Hi! Omgsh, thanks so much for the nice! I felt that since people might not know the series this au is based in, they might not take an interest to it! I write for my own pleasure, but it feels good to post it and see some response.

I’m glad you’re enjoying QWS. It’s really a comfort novel, like, each chapter feels so warm and nice! I reread some chapters when I’m feeling in the mood for some comfort without the hurt part (／ω＼) And the main characters are so similar as well, like JS is a bright boy on his way to take care of his hubby and JQ is the cold and aloof man who is like wtf every time JS does something for him. Besides, I really like the setting the author created for homosexual marriage.

I leave you here the main scene that was inspired in the novel, I hope you’ll like it!

Yearning willow masterpost ❤️

Mo Ran 2.0 (2)

Resurrection

Mo Ran snapped his eyes open.

Was he dead?

It was dark, a faint crimson undertone around him.

He was lying on something soft, something akin to a blanket covering him. He was warm and comfortable.

There was, however, had a faint pressure in his head, as a light hangover, and a frantic feeling in his chest, his heart beating hard and his breathing picking up. Did the spirits have the same sensations as the living? Mo Ran asked himself. Tentatively, he curled lightly his fingers. His fingers answered at his slightest order, with no difference to when he was alive.

Excruciatingly slow, Mo Ran moved his hand up his chest, and placed his hand over his heart.

It was beating.

Was he really dead? Or had Xue-bofu come up with something at the last moment, saving him? But he would swear that he had felt the knife in his neck, and the blood flowing out like a fountain.

Mo Ran glided his hand over the spot of his chest where the executioner had made the second cut. The skin was intact, no sign of a knife cut. Mo Ran frowned slightly, feeling that something was amiss.

His eyes were adjusting to the dark. Those were… curtains? Like a canopy?

As a thunderstruck, he realised what was amiss. He couldn’t feel his ribs. Instead, there was supple muscle under his hand, like he had before he entered the prison. In prison, the prolonged lack of food had led him to lose almost all muscle mass.

Startled, he sat on the bed. He felt… good, despite the headache. Better than he had in the last months. But it was more like… normal.

He was wearing a cosy night robe, partially open at his chest. Mo Ran opened his lapels, noticing dumbfounded that the blade scar he had got in a battle a couple of years before his imprisonment was nowhere to be seen. In fact, he had no injury other than some old scars. He was… intact. Whole.

Mo Ran was alive. Not just alive, but his body was in the state it was in several years back.

There was a huff of breath next to him.

Startled, Mo Ran looked to his side. A body lied next to him, with his back facing Mo Ran. There was another huff of breath as they stirred, apparently deep in sleep. They had long, silky hair extended over the pillow. He couldn’t determine if they were a man or a woman.

He was in a bed. Someone was lying next to him.

This wasn’t unknown to him. Quite the opposite, Mo Ran was very familiar with this setting. Also, he was recognising the place, his heart threatening to get out of his chest as his hand trembled from the force with which he clenched his night robe.

There was only one way to check it.

Putting a hand on the pillow to support himself, he reached over and peered at the face of the sleeping person next to him.

Rong Jiu.

Rong Jiu’s young, graceful face, with his tender and androgynous features.

They were lying in the canopy bed in Rong Jiu’s old rooms in his Nanping manor. He recognised now the crimson drapes with embroidered mandarin ducks. Now that he saw them again, the deep red colour still vibrant and new, he felt the same need to tear them down.

As he had before his imprisonment.

He threw another look at the man lying beside him, noticing the lovebites and the handprints on the skin that peeked out of the blankets. What’s more, there were fine rope marks on Rong Jiu’s wrists.

Weren’t those remarkably similar to his own handiwork!?

Mo Ran couldn’t bear to stay in there anymore, so he got up from the bed, letting the bed curtains fall closed. He was indeed in Rong Jiu’s old room, with the same red and gold decorations and rich fabrics with detailed embroidery. However, last year Mo Ran had made some renovations to make the room more spacious. The room looked as if he had never made them.

It was cold, and it was still dark outside, but he could see faint sun rays from the paper windows. The room was silent—not even birds were singing yet.

There was a mirror in a corner, and Mo Ran watched his own reflection.

Strong. Muscular. Tanned. Traits he lost when he was imprisoned. Yet the white hairs he had got when Chu Wanning got ill in prison had disappeared altogether.

Had he… had he gone back in time?

Mo Ran was confident that he had died at the execution grounds. But he had heard stories before. Stories of people who died under serious grievances, with the blessings of the gods, going back in time so they can start over with the knowledge of the future.

The realisation hit Mo Ran like a sack of stones, and he staggered, dizzy.

“Fuck!”

Gods hadn’t abandoned him after all. He had another opportunity.

Another opportunity.

His voice, however, finally rose the sleeping beauty resting in the bed.

“Hum… Houye… You woke up so early today.”

Mo Ran’s gaze was icy when he looked back at the man sitting up on the bed. Years ago, he had received Rong Jiu as a gift from Viscount Chang. He had liked him and took him in as a concubine. In the end, Rong Jiu proved to be an internal spy all along, and provided the court with more evidence of Mo Ran’s wrongdoings to expiate himself with good deeds. Viscount Chang had brought him back when Mo Ran was imprisoned and got himself some merits from the emperor.

How he had fallen for the tricks of this little vixen!

He had been so blind to find attractive an androgynous and seductive beauty like Rong Jiu. It was nothing like the beauty of his husband, his Wanning…

Chu Wanning. If Mo Ran was back, that meant that Chu Wanning was back too?

Rong Jiu noticed that Mo Ran looked gloomy and unwilling to talk to him, but merely thought that he might be in a foul mood.

“Houye, did you not sleep well last night? Did you have a bad dream?”

I died, moron. That’s a bad dream in its own right.

Since Mo Ran still showed no signs of talking or approaching him, Rong Jiu raised, draping a robe on his shoulders, and hugged him from behind.

Mo Ran fought his first instinct to shake the treacherous man from his back. He wanted nothing more than to shake him off and slap him until he vented his anger. Yet, for the time being, it would be best if he were careful and treated everyone as if they knew nothing—at least until he got more information about his own situation.

Besides, he should care about his marquis reputation, just in case. His reputation as an immoral who did anything he pleased was the reason people had been so ready to believe that Mo Ran had tried to dethrone the emperor in his past life.

In his past life, Chu Wanning used to advise him to be humbler and keep a low profile, but he hadn’t heeded his advice. Later, he’d realise the kindness behind his words.

“How about I ask servants to prepare breakfast for you? Congee and fried buns sound good?”

Finding himself unable to talk, Mo Ran simply nodded his head.

Rong Jiu called a servant and went on his well-practiced routine with Mo Ran, preparing boiling water and clean clothes. Mo Ran merely observed him. The man really hadn’t changed in the past years.

If everything was real, if Mo Ran was back in the past, then everything had yet to happen. Mo Ran had yet to lose his title and his estate, he had yet to die, and Chu Wanning… Chu Wanning was still alive. He could still fix things with him before it was too late.

Rong Jiu had been taken into the manor in his second year after his marriage with Chu Wanning, so he knew he was already married to him.

“What day is it?” Mo Ran asked Rong Jiu as he approached him with his thick outer robes in dark blue and lined with grey rabbit fur.

Judging by the cold, it was around winter, but that alone wasn’t enough information.

“Third day of the tenth month, houye. Today’s the beginning of the winter.”

“Dingyou year?” He guessed it should be around that time.

“Yes, houye,” Rong Jiu answered with a hint of amusement. “Did houye had too much to drink last night, that he has to ask about the year?”

Dingyou year. He was twenty-six years old, and he had been married to Chu Wanning for almost five years. He was back from his last big military campaign, earning the title of Taxian general from the emperor. The campaign had taken him barely a year and ended around… The Lantern Festival? Mo Ran remembered he had been back for that one. He had been back in Nanping-fu for almost a year then.

After his campaign against the north, everything had gone downhill. Mo Ran had been drunk on praises and riches, taking in five or six concubines every year, and allowing himself to do as he pleased. He had gotten into many fights, both private and in court, and he had estranged himself from the Xue family and Nangong Si.

He remembered how he had gone out of his way to make Chu Wanning miserable as well.

The servants brought in the breakfast and set the dishes on the table. Mo Ran took a seat on the low table and let Rong Jiu serve him a bowl of congee. He extended his hand to take the bowl and chopsticks, but Rong Jiu batted his hand away with a teasing gesture.

“I’ll serve houye his meal,” he said with a flirtatious smile.

Mo Ran merely stared at him, incapable to react at first. The wish to slap a few teeth out of that smile was so strong that Mo Ran almost acted on it. Then he remembered he should act normal, to avoid raising suspicion.

A slow, boyish smile appeared on his face, and opened his mouth when Rong Jiu approached the spoon to his lips. He used to fish out sputum from their prison’s meals, so no matter how disgusting he found to let the boy feed him, he had no trouble acting his role.

There were worse things.

He let the young man feed him three bowls and a half, alternating with bites of the fried pork buns, and then stopped him. It had been so long since he last had a full meal, that the need to finish every bit of food in sight was strong.

From what he remembered, he usually had two bowls of congee and a couple of buns for breakfast, but, in his mind, it had been half a year since he last ate to his heart content. His belly didn’t agree with him, feeling overstuffed, and Mo Ran stopped Rong Jiu before he got sick. He would get used to eating regularly again, he supposed.

He couldn’t help to scoff internally. Rong Jiu would give him whatever he asked, with no regard to what was actually good for him.

Mo Ran wanted nothing more than to ask about Chu Wanning (where was his husband?), but another manservant got into the room with his official robes, a heavy garment in deep purple and a tall, black hat.

Fuck. Of course, if he was back, he’d have to go to morning court.

“Take it away and call a doctor. I’m not feeling well,” he told the servant.

If he had to attend morning court, he should at least familiarise again with the current situation. To be safe, he should avoid it for a few days.

Rong Jiu looked at him with alarm.

“Why didn’t houye say anything earlier? Quick, go call a doctor!” Then he fretted around Mo Ran, pulling him to lie back in the bed.

Mo Ran batted Rong Jiu’s hands away—he was getting throughly fed up with Rong Jiu’s act, knowing that he fretted around him now, but news of his “illness” would spread to Viscount Chang before noon. Ignoring the look of incredulity in his concubine’s face, he wrote a leave of absence and gave it to the servant, telling him to take it to the palace.

“Tell the doctor to come to my office.”

He had no patience left to deal with Rong Jiu.

Nanping-fu was a siheyuan, a courtyard house, divided in a front courtyard and a backyard. The main door, Mo Ran’s office, guest parlour and the library were all in the front courtyard, open to guests, while everyone’s bedchambers, the family shrine, the kitchens, storage rooms and guest rooms were in the backyard.

All the chambers were arranged around an elegant inner garden in a square. The one positioned in the north stood among them as the main house, where was Mo Ran and Chu Wanning’s room.

The same room he had shared with Shi Mei. Mo Ran frowned, uncomfortable with the thought. He’d have to do something about it.

Mo Ran walked through the beautifully decorated pathways with slow, lingering steps. The last time he had seen the place, some servants had even turned the flowerpots upside down, some taking the valuable flowers and others taking the hand-carved pots.

On his way to his office, he passed the guest parlour. The mere sight of it brought bad memories to Mo Ran. It was there where he received the imperial edict ordering his imprisonment. With it, any woman in Nanping-fu could be enslaved and sold as a servant, and any man left in there was to be exiled. Though few fools were still there when the sentence reached it.

Fools like Chu Wanning, his stubborn husband.

“For his father’s past achievements, and his own contributions and military merits towards the empire, Chu Wanning, husband of the criminal Mo Ran, is granted a pardon. By the grace of the Son of Heaven, this marriage is rescinded. He is hereby allowed to return to his old post in the Censorate, retaining the goods he brought into the marriage!” The imperial eunuch had announced.

At the time, Mo Ran had thrown a hateful glance towards his husband. Had he stayed just to show off his pardon? Or did he stay to laugh at Mo Ran’s expenses? Or maybe it was both of them. At the time, it wouldn’t have surprised him; Mo Ran had made his life mission to make Chu Wanning’s life as uncomfortable as possible in the eight years they had been married.

Chu Wanning should be happy that the marriage was over.

That’s why the words Chu Wanning had said after kowtowing three times had utterly surprised him. His thin figure looked as if a strong current of wind could blow him away.

“I’m grateful for bixia’s magnanimous graces. But since this marriage was meant to unite the old and new nobility, nothing more would serve this purpose than letting the both of us get the same sentence as husbands. Husbands should be as of one body; we shall share both glory and failure.”

“What are you doing?” Mo Ran asked, absolutely bewildered. He was signing his own death sentence!

Chu Wanning hadn’t even looked at him, his head bowed to the floor—only the tips of his ears reddened as a sign of his fluster. Mo Ran’s eyes were red as well, his frustration and his pain long past the point of trying to fight for himself.

“I won’t leave Nanping-fu,” Chu Wanning had said.

At first, Mo Ran still thought it was a trick. That some imperial eunuch would come to the prison and announce that the joke was over and Chu Wanning could go and take back his post at the Censorate. But the imperial edict that came was instead that Chu Wanning was stripped of his titles and his possessions. Later, all doubts were erased when the prison guards interrogated him.

The need to see Chu Wanning was so enormous that Mo Ran could hardly breathe. It filled everything and grasped his heart, constricting it painfully. He had to see him and make sure… make sure that Chu Wanning was still alive. That this wasn’t a nightmare conjured by his dying mind, in which he came back to life only to find that Chu Wanning wasn’t there.

Or worse. A punishment set out by the hell judges, to let him live an eternal life in this nightmare.

A servant passed next to him carrying a basin of water, bowing to Mo Ran when he was a few steps away.

“Greetings, houye.”

“Hum,” Mo Ran said in all answer. The servant was about to go away, when he cleared his throat and asked off-handed, “where is furen?”

The servant merely looked at him, his eyes wide as plates. The fear pricked his heart hard, cold sweat forming on his back, and Mo Ran made a tight fist, waiting for an answer.

“F-furen?”

“Yes, where is he?” He asked, trying to conceal his anxiousness under his mask.

“H-he’s still kneeling in the shrine, houye, as you ordered him yesterday.”

Fuck.

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Houye (侯爷): a respectful way to address a marquis (hou, 侯). It can be used by his spouse, concubines, servants, all those whose ranks are below him. People of his same rank and above may address him as “Mo-hou”.

Dingyou year （丁酉）: 34th year of the sexagenary cycle. It’s just a way to keep track of the time, because I don’t know in which emperor’s reign would this be based on XD

Nanping-fu (府): fu means “manor”. There was a distinction between what one could call their own house, and only nobles of certain level could call their homes “fu”. A lower level would be “zhai” 宅, while the higher level would be “gong” (宫，palace).

Furen (夫人): literally, “madam”. BUT, furen is made up of the characters 夫 (fu, husband) and 人 (ren, person). Being as nouns are only gendered because they’re historically tied to a certain gender, I think it’s fine to think that a furen can be a man, but in a position of deference towards their spouse.

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#yearning willow #qws au #2ha #2ha fanfic #dumb husky and his white cat shizun #二哈和他的白猫师尊 #I have most of it outlined now #and I'm afraid #because I have another gigantic fic that started just like this XD

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scribble-blog · 5 years ago

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Soulmate AU, part 26

masterpost next

Long awaited, written gleefully and then put in a drawer and now half rotten like the poor raspberries in my fridge :( jk jk it’s still good! Maybe not on its own, but if you put it in a smoothie...? This analogy has gotten out of hand-

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Damian carefully etched the next line in, following the sweeping curve of the dress as best as he could remember. The page in front of him was a disaster of things half drawn, a hand stretching or an interesting branch of the tree nearest his window, but they’d all been lackluster, and he’d finally admitted to himself that he was still thinking about and worried about Marinette. About what she would say when she chose to speak to him again. And she’d appeared on the page, the way she looked after taking on that first enemy, the hem of her dress already torn and blood streaked, her hands stained but her expression fierce after the man had gone down, the way she’d looked over at him and almost seemed to expect him to be surprised.

He had just finished another swirling flower on the parts of her dress that hadn’t been tarnished when he heard Alfred’s knock.

“Master Damian,” the cool tone of the butler cut across his scattered thoughts. “You are needed in your father’s study. There is someone who would like to speak to you.”

His heart skipped a beat without his consent. Marinette hadn’t texted-

“It is a Mrs. Sabine Cheng.”

He froze. Marinette’s mother. Marinette’s mother who was utterly unknown to him beyond what Marinette had mentioned of her and what he’d found with cursory research on Marinette. “I’ll be there momentarily,” he called back, aware that it was rude of him to not actually open the door and say that to Alfred, but he needed a moment to prepare himself. He’d never had to worry about meeting anyone’s parents before except his own. Not that those instances hadn’t been ordeals- meeting Father was obviously a disaster at first, and anytime he was forced to meet with his mother about anything was unpleasant for just about anyone who knew either of them- but-

He just wasn’t sure what to expect. Especially as she had chosen to come here, to the metaphorical belly of the beast, to request to speak to him.

He stood, shaking out and stretching his hand. The sketch would remain unfinished like the rest, for now.

Alfred wasn’t waiting when he opened the door, but then, dinner was soon. And he certainly did not require an escort. He made his way there, ignoring the fact that Todd was following and interested, completely aware that his siblings would be desperate for any scrap of information they could gather on this meeting. If she was already in Father’s study, she’d spoken to him, but it was not Father who summoned him, it was her. Father had stepped out, then. But dinner would be soon, and Alfred would not allow tardiness, even if his soulmate’s mother had murdered him, so he supposed he might be safe. As long as his siblings kept their noses out once the door shut. And it was Father’s study, so they would, out of deference to him if nothing else.

Todd still might.

He stopped at the closed door. Did he- knock? Walk in? He-

Actually, he realized, he was being panicky and scatterbrained and utterly ridiculous. He rapped once, sharply across the door as a warning before opening it and stepping in, closing it immediately after himself.

Sabine Cheng was short. It was the first thing his brain chose to notice, shorter than Marinette, if only by an inch or so. The same dark hair and kind smile when they weren’t thinking about their expressions. And then she focused on him, her eyes growing slightly colder, the smile more fixed.

He had been scared of this?

He held out his hand, waiting for her to take it. “I’m- pleased to meet you, Mrs. Cheng.” That, at least, was not a total lie.

“And I you, Damian,” she smiled softly. Damian kept seeing the way her eyes caught on some of his scars- and the ensuing pity that crossed her face. “You have no idea how pleased I am, to be able to meet you.”

He wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Her voice was- concerned? Over Marinette, perhaps? She might be faking the softness-

“Of course,” she continued, “Marinette never said anything about her soulmate, but I knew that whoever was waiting for her must be special.”

“I-“ Damian floundered under her kind eyes. How did he deal with this? “Thank you? Your daughter is very special, too.”

“Of course,” Sabine nodded congenially. “Though to be frank, I was worried when she told me you followed her to Paris without her knowledge or consent. But a fine boy like you? I’m sure you had good reason.”

Ah. Her eyes had changed in a split second, from kind and motherly to kind and motherly and colder than a frozen sea. He found himself feeling very small in front of her. And as she said, for good reason.

He could buckle down or he could sit here and do his best not to antagonize Sabine Cheng. And as was quickly becoming easier since the last few days, he opened his mouth and found he actually did want to explain himself.

“I did not go about it as I should have,” he said, bowing his head towards her. A sign of deference. “I acknowledge that I was wrong in how I acted. And I assure you, I am honoring your daughter’s wishes and shall wait for her word.”

Her eyes were narrowed with ill disguised displeasure at him now, and he ran through the words in his head again. What could he have said?

“In the future,” he hurriedly continued, “I will prove myself to be worthy of your daughter-“

“Are you afraid of me, Damian?” Her voice was soft, and he held back the tender memories of Talia, who never spoke to him as such, but would definitely use this voice on those who had displeased her before showing them exactly how wrong they had been.

He smoothed his expression, meeting her eyes. Those, at least, did not seem angry, the way her voice did. “You’re my Soulmate’s mother.”

“So which part scares you?” She stared at him. “The Soulmate part? Or the mother part?”

He felt himself lean back a bit instinctively, less than any conscious choice. But the moment he did, Sabine’s face changed. Her eyes still seemed- conflicted, or concerned, but he realized it was not aimed at him as she nodded very decisively. Or perhaps it was aimed at him, but the conflict went past that. “Well, that’s settled, then. I will need to know, of course, what your favorite pastries are. We’ll be sure to make them when your family comes to Paris,” she smiled at him.

Damian, for all that he kept his face as flat as he could, felt very confused. “I enjoy-“ he blanked. “I’m not sure.”

She patted his face lovingly, a sweet gesture that she almost had to stretch to accomplish. He felt very confused. “We’ll just have to have you try them all, dear. We’ll make some fun out of it.”

He nodded along. “Why aren’t you angrier.” It was blunt, and definitely less of a question and more of a demand, but Damian did not want to be confused or emotional or anything anymore and Sabine was not helping in that quest and returning briefly to his usual persona of being tactlessly curt was practically a balm to the feelings that he had been doing a very good job at pretending he didn’t have for years.

Sabine just laughed. It sounded almost like Marinette’s. “Oh, honey. Marinette can deal with you on her own when you two inevitably get into arguments. No, my job is to make sure there’s nothing seriously wrong,” she shrugged casually, “and then to be a mother. To both of you, as I see fit.”

Oh.

Damian let that rock him back a bit, mentally. Marinette’s mother wanted- to mother him? Here? Now? That- well, it made the concern and the anger and the kindness make sense. He saw Talia’s face again, heard her voice in that deadly velvet tone that Sabine had just used- to judge if he was afraid of her?

Damian was not sure this was something he wanted or was open to at all but Sabine seemed content to let him grapple with it silently.

“Thank you,” he said shortly, “for the concern. It is… appreciated.”

Sabine beamed up at him. “You’re welcome. And now, I know it might be a tad early, but would you be a dear and show the dining room? I’m not sure I’d like to wait here until it’s time to eat.”

Damian forced everything back under control in his mind. Emotions, feelings, stray thoughts. “Will you be joining us, then?”

“And Marinette, of course, once your Father returns with her.” Sabine chuckled. “Though I’m sure it won’t take long.”

He opened the door for her, stepping out to the left and leading her down the hallway. Marinette would be there soon. Marinette was coming here. For dinner.

Locking things down in his head did not work.

#maribat #daminette #daminette soulmates #soulmate au #fanfic #MAMA SABINEEEEEEEEE I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU #i know i say that every time shes in a chapter (which is much because i love her (do you see the feedback loop))#BUT I DO. I LOVE HER #ALSO! Damian. son. boy. sonboy. shes not gonna kill you lmao chill.

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drabbles-of-writing · 5 years ago

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Necessary Needles

This is part of my Four Years AU

AO3

Masterpost

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The Boiling Isles, like any other place, had its own diseases. Some were unavoidable, like the bright maggots that lived at the Toes who gave you bright disease. Having your organs glow and shrivel up was not fun.

However, like any other place, they had ways to combat most diseases. Schools like Hexside required it. You can’t expect to deal with abominations, beasts, healing, multiple species of plants, and the occasional wayward potion and expect to come out completely clean.

So the worry of Luz having no papers or medical exams to speak of was bound to come up.

“We need to take her to a healer, Edalyn.” Lilith hissed, crossing her arms. “She’s human, she’s incredibly exposed to everything here.”

“Coming down with a little flu isn’t that big a deal,” Eda muttered, turning her head away and crossing her arms. “She’ll be fine in a few days.”

“She might, but what if it was worse?” Lilith persisted. “Hexside is looking for papers saying that she’s been vaccinated. They could kick her out!”

“Bump is a flexible guy,” Eda snapped. “Look,” She sighed, shoulders slumping. “It’s not that I disagree. Luz could get sick pretty easily. But like you said, she’s human. We don’t know how those vaccines are going to react to her.”

Lilith thought for a moment, pacing the living room. Luz had been sent to bed hours earlier after it’d been revealed she’d woken up with the Centipoodle Flu. Not typically deadly, unless you were very unlucky. But worrying all the same.

“Human biology isn’t all that different from witches, is it?” Lilith asked. “The shots are designed to fit a very broad section of witches, even half-demons can take those.”

“Well, she doesn’t have a bile sac, that’s a big difference.” Eda pointed out. “And…” She frowned.

“Actually, I think that’s the only issue.” She blinked. “I don’t think lack of fangs, rounded ears, and getting excited about hisses and growls do much.” She said.

“Her vocal cords must be different if she can’t hiss,” Lilith nodded. “But I doubt that will be a problem.”

“Okay, er, blood vessels or something?” Eda tried. “Those could be different. If she doesn’t have a bile sac, who knows what else she does or doesn’t have.”

“I really think it’ll be fine,” Lilith insisted. “I doubt that vaccines as modified as these will cause serious harm to Luz.”

“This isn’t a spell that’ll go away after a day, Lilith,” Eda growled, pacing around the living room table.

Lilith flinched at the obvious reference and cleared her throat.

“As hard as it seems to believe, I do want Luz to be safe.” She said, carefully keeping her voice low. “I understand she means a lot to you. But it will only get worse if she’s left to the elements on her own.”

Eda glanced back, scowling with her ears laying back.

“I’ll think about it.” She finally said. “We’ll see how she is when she gets better.”

“Thank you, Edalyn.” Lilith sighed, the tension releasing from her shoulders.

“But if she gets them, I’m making you take her.” Eda added, pointing an accusing finger at her sister. “Which gives me more leverage to bully you if she hates you. Those things are painful.” She winced at the memory.

“Uh huh, of course.” Lilith nodded, mildly amused. “And because I can at least pretend I’m not a wanted criminal?”

“That too.” Eda agreed. “Also, if you kidnap Luz, it’s on sight.” She warned, eyes narrowing.

“Why in the world would I want to…?” Lilith began to question before Eda gave her a deadpan stare and she slowly shut her mouth again.

“Right, of course. How could I ever forget?” She sighed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep reminding you.” Eda said cheerfully.

“Oh, I’m well aware.”

Luz had been better within a few days. Still a bit sniffly, but otherwise no worse for wear. Eda had finally relented to letting her get vaccines, and true to her word, Lilith was the only one who took her.

Of course, disguises were hardly needed. It had only taken a year for everyone to recognize the residents of the Owl House on instinct alone. Though Lilith did make illusions to make sure the Emperor’s Coven wouldn’t come around.

And the sheer intimidation of her existence was enough to convince the healers to usher Luz away to get her shots that, in the humans opinion, looked a lot like leeches and hurt way more.

Aside from a somewhat numb arm full of leech bite-marks, Luz returned to the Owl House with no problems, despite Eda’s best efforts to prove otherwise.

Lilith, incredibly smug, said that really, the worst that would happen was that Luz would get sick for a bit and need checkup, but nothing more.

With that, Luz had gone to bed to read her books with King before passing out like she always did.

Eda could never push away a small lingering quiver of worry.

Eda was awoken at six in the morning to the sound of something, very loudly, crashing down the stairs.

And since she was used to interruptions like these, and heard plenty of muffled giggling and thumping after the fact, she wasn’t overly worried as she pulled herself out of her nest.

“Luz, did you sneak in a baby griffin again?” Eda called, walking down the hallway towards the stairs.

“Eda, Eda,” Luz’s giggling drifted from the bottom of the steps. “Eda I can feel colors.”

Eda paused for a brief moment, slowly processing what she heard her say.

Then she broke into a near-sprint as she stopped at the top of the stairs, spotting Luz in a tangle of limbs at the bottom, giggling like a madman.

Eda hurried down and pulled the kid up, checking for any broken bones or sprains, which thankfully there were none of.

“Eda, colors feel weird.” Luz whispered, looking up at the witch. “Really really weird. But also kinda cool?”

Eda sucked in a breath at the sight, letting go of Luz.

Her pupils were heavily contracted. Like she was staring right into a flashlight. While she spoke, her left pupil had suddenly expanded and began growing and shrinking at the speed of a broken lightbulb.

“Oh boy,” Eda breathed, worry creasing her brow. “Do you feel alright, kid?”

“Thirsty,” Luz said, her head slowly falling to the side before she jerked it back up again. “And excited! I don’t know why, but I am! Everything’s really bright but also not?” She said, looking around.

“Christ, I haven’t seen a trip like this since King ate moondust.” Eda murmured, running a hand through her hair and shaking her head.

“Hmm?” Luz hummed, clearly only half paying attention.

“Just, go sit on the couch, please.” Eda sighed. “I need to get Lilith.”

“Okay!” She said, overly cheerful.

And then she just stood there, blinking fish-eyed at Eda, still smiling.

“Uh, kid? Couch,” Eda said, pointing off towards the door to the living room.

“Oh, yeah,” Luz said, shaking her head and stumbling, slamming into the doorframe on the way out.

Eda watched Luz leave for a few seconds before growling and storming her way back up the stairs.

King had awoken from where he was in Luz’s room and sleepily poked his head out, half-awake.

“Keep an eye on Luz,” Eda instructed him as she walked by. “Don’t let her touch anything.”

“Oh, someones in trouble,” King sang before scampering out of Luz’s room.

“You bet she is,” Eda hissed, stopping in front of the makeshift storage room they had made into Lilith’s room.

She didn’t even bother to knock, she just threw the door open.

Lilith was already waking up from the noise, her hair a mess and rubbing at her eyes. She looked up, saw Eda furiously standing in the doorway, and let out a sigh.

She calmly picked up her glasses from an old table she’d made (Eda had insisted she get her glasses back since she had no reason not to use them anymore), put them on, and slowly stood up, mentally preparing herself.

“What happened this time?” She asked calmly.

“Luz! Luz is what happened!” Eda shouted. “If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought she’d snuck into the Night Market!”

“And by that you mean…?” Lilith asked slowly.

“She looks drugged, Lilith.” Eda hissed. “How long is this going to last, exactly?”

“I don’t know, I’m not a healer.” Lilith shrugged, clearly trying to hide an amused smile. “Let me see her, I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“Don’t eat the glyphs, Luz!” King’s yelling from downstairs reached their ears. “Don’t--Luz that’s fire!”

Eda’s sneer grew and Lilith pointedly refused to meet her gaze.

Without a word, the sisters hurried down the stairs and into the living room, both mentally preparing to have to put something out.

Luz was in the process of eating a ripped up glyph, both pupils blown wide, blitzed out of her mind. King was stuck under one of her arms, holding the other end of the glyph he had probably been forced to rip to stop her from activating it.

“Eda, what happened to her?” King demanded, squirming in the human's grasp. “She thinks the glyphs are pancakes!”

Lilith snorted, stifling a laugh at the sight. Eda gave her sister a glare that would melt Emperor Belos himself, and her smile quickly fell.

“You’re right, you’re right, not funny.” She said matter-of-factly. “Did she wake up like this?” “I assume so,” Eda said, walking over to the girl and picking her up from under her arms. “She fell down the stairs and said she could feel colors.”

“These have a lot of colors,” Luz giggled, pulling the ripped glyph out of her mouth and waving her around.

“...alright,” Lilith said slowly, placing her hands together. “Clearly, the vaccines had more of a side effect on her than we thought.”

“Ya think?” Eda hissed, holding Luz upright as she looked around at everything, her eyes nearly entirely taken up by her pupil.

“On the plus side, I doubt this will be permanent.” Lilith continued. “Most of the vaccines given to her were ones that wear off over time.”

“How long, exactly?” Eda asked.

Lilith pressed her mouth together in a thin line, weighing her options.

“...about ten years?” She said, raising her hand and tilting it. “Sometimes five?”

“Lilith!”

“It’s probably just her body reacting to the small bits of illness and magic,” Lilith said quickly, mildly nervous. “It’ll get out of her system eventually, I’m sure.”

“And how long,” Eda grit her teeth together, grabbing Luz’s hood as she tried to wander off. “Do you think this’ll last?”

Lilith frowned, thinking for a moment.

“A week at worst,” She decided. “If nothing changes by then...we may have to ask in a favor or two.”

“You are so lucky Amity likes you,” Eda growled, pointing a finger at her sister. “Or I’d do worse than send you to Hooty.”

“I didn’t know this would happen!” Lilith defended. “I genuinely thought it would be okay! You think I want her like this?” She said, gesturing to the girl with her hand.

Eda knew very well she didn’t. Lilith could be uncaring and annoyed with practically everyone around her, but she knew better. And, well, even she had admitted that using a child as a shield that one time was a bad move.

And, besides, her apprentice, as far as she knew at least, was friends with Luz. So that automatically put her higher up on Lilith’s list than others.

Didn’t change that Luz was even crazier than normal now, though.

“You insisted on this, you fix it.” Eda finally decided, pulling Luz closer. “This is borderline disturbing, even for her.” She said, looking down at Luz’s glazed, but still happy, expression.

“I’ll do what I can,” Lilith promised. “In the meantime, let’s hope being a little delirious is the worst of our troubles.”

“Don’t jinx us, Lilith.”

“So, we’re basically on Luz-watch now?” Willow asked, eyeing Luz as she downed her fifth water bottle in an hour like a shot.

“We’re all on Luz watch,” Eda corrected. “Lilith is off trying to find something useful while we gotta sit here and hope she doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“Like being thirsty is a crime,” Luz huffed, her right eye half-lidded with a contracted pupil.

“Fascinating,” Gus murmured, poking Luz’s cheek. “I never would’ve imagined something as simple as a few vaccines would cause such a severe reaction in humans.”

“Who knows? Maybe it’s just a Luz thing,” Willow suggested, holding her friend up as she started to heavily lean to the side.

The trio were all sitting on the floor in front of the couch in a semicircle. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were expecting Luz to start coughing up blood.

“There are lights everywhere,” Luz grinned, gazing with drooping eyes around the room. “They kinda hurt.” She said, her smile never falling as she squinted her eyes.

“You better not get worse,” Eda warned, crossing over to the kitchen. “You kids hungry? It’s still morning.”

“I had a snack on the way here,” Willow assured the witch.

“Has Luz eaten?” Gus wondered.

Luz stared at him blankly for a moment before Willow nudged her.

“Mm, not hungry,” Luz mumbled, her left pupil dilating for a moment before contracting to the same size as her other one.

“Are you sure you feel alright?” Willow inquired, frowning.

“Yes and no?” Luz squinted. “I’m like...feeling so great it’s uncomfortable. Does that make sense?” She asked, turning her head to her friend before almost falling over again.

“At least she can talk a bit better now,” Eda muttered, poking her head back into the room.

“Luz is going to get better, right?” Gus worried, peering over Luz.

Eda opened her mouth, shut it, thought about her words for a few moments, and inhaled deeply.

“Yeah, eventually.” She said, praying to the Titan she wasn’t lying. “We just don’t know when.”

“So does this mean I can study her?” Gus asked excitedly, eyes shining.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Willow said carefully, relenting to just always keeping an arm around Luz as she stared off into blissful space. “I doubt she’ll stay still.”

“I want to see what kind of symptoms she has,” Gus defended. “This is the only time I’ll ever get to know what some of our medicine does to humans!”

Eda flinched at the unintended reminder of Luz’s current situation. She was almost glad Luz could barely process any of the words being spoken around her, she was sure the human would’ve noticed as well.

“Just be careful with her, you hear?” Eda relented. “I’m not about to take her to a healer and risk this information making it to the Emperor’s Coven. A little studying will probably help us.”

“Yes!” Gus pumped a fist in the air and conjured himself a pencil and paper. “If anything, think of this as a recording of what’s going on. I doubt Luz will be able to remember all of this in clear detail.” He said, tapping his pencil on her head.

Luz jolted, looking towards Gus dumbly at the sudden touch.

“Hm, pencil isn’t very colorful.” She hummed.

“Where’s rich girl, anyway?” Eda asked, leaning in the kitchen door frame. “I thought she would’ve rushed over here.”

“She doesn’t even know this is happening.” Willow said. “You just called me and Gus, told us to hurry over, and then hung up.” She deadpanned. “We didn’t know the situation until we got here.”

“Eh, fair.” Eda nodded. “Poor girl would probably have a heart attack at the sight of her,” She gestured a hand to her apprentice.

“Amity would definitely have some choice words,” Gus agreed.

“Amity?” Luz suddenly perked her head up, looking around wildly like a puppy who’d been told they were getting a treat. “Amity’s here?”

Willow and Eda shared a knowing glance before turning back to the human.

“No, Luz, Amity isn’t here.” Willow said calmly.

Luz visibly drooped, disappointed. At least they knew she could still feel other emotions.

“Do you want me to call her?” Willow asked the girl.

Luz rose up again, excited. Gus was reminded of an emotional yo-yo.

“Great, more children,” Eda muttered. “You two are handling her inevitable panic.”

“Fair,” Willow nodded, pulling out her scroll. “Gus, take Luz for a minute.”

“Huh?” Gus looked up from taking notes just in time to get crushed by Luz falling over him.

Willow dialed Amity, ignoring the strangled cries of distress from Gus. She picked up on the third ring.

“Hey, Wills,” Amity crackled through the scroll.

“Amity!” Luz trilled happily, sitting up from where she was crushing Gus.

“Is that Luz?” Amity inquired.

“Yeah, we’re at the Owl House.” Willow explained, holding Luz back from tumbling over her by holding a hand against her face.

“I can breathe!” Gus gasped. “Hi, Amity!” Luz giggled.

“Hey, Luz,” Amity mumbled.

You could see Willow’s will to live leave her body. Eda gave up and went back into the kitchen to grab herself a snack.

“Luz is in a bit of a situation at the moment,” Willow said calmly. “Turns out our vaccines don’t clash well with her.”

“What? Is she okay?” Amity worried, and the sound of shuffling was heard from the other line.

“Yeah, just really blitzed out.” Willow assured. “She says she can feel colors and is excited to an uncomfortable extent.”

“Willow has a lot of calm colors,” Luz grinned, giving up trying to squish Willow and instead dropping her head onto her leg. “I like ‘em.”

“That...sounds concerning.” Amity said slowly. “I’m coming over.”

“We’ll be waiting,” Willow said, before hanging up.

“Yay! Amity’s coming!” Luz cheered, trying to raise herself to a sitting position and wincing. “Ow, too loud.”

“Too loud?” Gus repeated, trying to write something down. “What is?”

“Spoke too loud,” Luz whined, shutting her eyes.

“You...usually speak that loud when you're excited.” Willow raised a brow. “Are your ears alright?”

“Just round,” Luz snickered at her ‘joke,’ cracking open an eye. “Everything about me is round! Round ears, round fang teeth, round face,” She said, proceeding to squish one of her cheeks in her hand.

“Your round ‘cause your squishy,” Willow agreed, helping Luz sit up properly.

“Very squishy,” Luz agreed. “I am the squishiest.” She said seriously. “Is your vision normal?” Gus asked, cautiously leaning closer to his friend. “No more spots?”

“Mm, less so.” Luz said, staring off at nothing. “And I think the couch is alive,” She said calmly.

The friends looked at the couch, and upon seeing it wasn’t moving, turned back to Luz.

“There’s...nothing happening.” Willow said slowly. “I mean, it could be alive, but nothings happening right now.”

“Are you sure?” Luz frowned, squinting intensely at the couch. “I swear the cover is like...rippling.”

Gus looked to the couch, back to Luz, back to the couch, and then back to Luz again.

“So she’s getting hallucinations,” He said, writing it down. “Good to know.”

“She what?” Eda called back, confused.

King poked his head through the kitchen door, his tail flicking.

“Eda wants to know what you said,”

“We heard her.” Willow sighed.

“Hallucinations. Luz thinks the couch is moving,” Gus said, not even sparing a glance up from her notebook.

“Oh, did it wake up?” King asked sincerely. “Eda! I think the couch woke up again!”

“The couch is alive?” Willow squeaked, pulling Luz closer and scooching away from it.

“Ha! Knew it,” Luz weakly waved a fist. “I knew it had to be alive.”

Eda reappeared soon after, double-checking that the couch hadn’t woken up. Gus was about to tell her the same information he told King, but the sounds of Hooty shrieking at someone caught everyone's attention.

They couldn’t make out his words, but it was hard to miss his high-pitched voice. Eda walked to the front door and cracked it opening, fully expecting to see Lilith or some random kid trying to find the Owl House again.

Instead, she saw Amity, hissing with fangs bared and looked ready to punch Hooty in the face. Which was understandable, considering he was continuously bugging her.

“Someone was anxious to get here,” Eda chuckled, swinging open the door and crushing a small piece of Hooty’s body between the door and the wall.

Hooty squawked and started harping on Eda, complaining and turning his attention away from Amity.

“Oh, hey, Eda.” Amity said, calming down and smoothing her hair back.

Eda could visibly tell Amity was trying to not breathe in too deeply, sure-fire evidence at how fast she had rushed to the Owl House.

“In here,” Eda said, letting Amity inside before shutting the door on Hooty’s complaints.

“Hey, Amity.” Willow greeted numbly.

Luz, who had previously been laying against Willow’s shoulder, popped up at a speed that made Gus concerned that her neck might’ve cracked.

“Hi, Ami!” Luz said cheerfully, her pupils immediately dilating so wide that you could barely see the whites of her eyes.

Amity paused, looking like she was about to be flattered before seeing the state Luz was in. She knit her brow together, clearly even more anxious as she hurried in, getting on her knees beside her friends.

“How long has she been like this?” She asked, hesitantly reaching out a hand before pulling back.

“Since this morning,” Gus said. “Eda said she’ll be fine.”

“That’s a relief,” Amity exhaled.

Eda mumbled something and slipped out of the living room. King was about to follow her before she spoke something quietly to him and left.

Instead, the demon pouted and sat at the door leading to the staircase hallway, his arms crossed.

“Oooh, you’re really colorful,” Luz said, grabbing Amity’s outstretched hand and pulling it closer.

“I--huh?” Amity stuttered, blushing.

“It’s so pretty,” Luz whispered, sounding not all there as she pressed Amity’s hand to her cheek.

“Don’t pass out on us,” Willow teased the furiously red witch. “I’d hate for you to die at fifteen.”

“Don’t test me,” Amity growled.

“Can you feel these ‘colors’ with other people?” Gus questioned the human.

It took a few seconds for Luz to react but she eventually looked back up at Gus.

“Mmm, yeah,” She mumbled. “Eda’s are weird,” She enunciated, swaying slightly.

Willow slowly held a hand on her shoulder to stop her from toppling. If Luz noticed, she didn’t comment.

“So, she’s really high right now, is what I’m getting at.” Amity said, looking over Luz, who still refused to release her hand.

“Pretty much,” Willow nodded. “At least the vaccines gave her a happy-high. I don’t know if we could handle a panicky or angry Luz.”

“Where’s,” Luz slurred for a moment, her right pupil contracting. “Where’s my, my,” She struggled for a moment, clearly forgetting what she was trying to say.

“You alright there?” Gus asked, trying not to laugh.

“¿Cuál es la palabra para eso?” Luz muttered under her breath. “Capucha...gato...gato capucha…”

“Is she speaking backwards or something?” Amity asked, alarmed.

“Oh, oh! Luz explained this to me once,” Gus said, perking up. “She said it was a human language...Spanish I think.”

“Hoodie!” Luz finally burst out before wincing and ducking her head, finally releasing Amity’s hand.

“Your hoodie?” Willow blinked. “Luz, you grew out of that four months ago.”

“Did someone say Hooty?”

Everyone groaned as the bird tube himself popped in through the window, happily chattering in his high voice.

“Did you guys miss me?” He yapped on.

Luz suddenly yelped and clapped her hands over her ears, doubling over into a ball. Her friends whirled back to her, startled.

“Is she still all weird?” Hooty continued, circling around them until his head was right by Luz. “Hi, Luz! Are you still being weird?”

Luz whimpered and curled into an even tighter ball, turning her head away from Hooty and squeezing her eyes shut.

“Quit it!” Amity snapped, shoving the birds face away. “You're scaring her!”

“Scaring?” Hooty repeated, though he did move back. “But I didn’t even do anything mentally scarring this time!”

King, who had fallen asleep at the door, was easily awoken by Hooty’s screeching. He noticed Amity pulling a balled-up Luz further away from Hooty, murderous intent in her gaze, and was quick to rush over.

“I’m awake! I’m awake! What happened?” He asked, skidding to a stop.

“I don’t know, but Hooty’s freaking out Luz.” Willow said, reaching out a hesitant hand to the girl.

“Hey! You! Shoo!” King snapped to the bird, waving his paws at him. “Don’t make me get Eda!”

“Alright, alright! Sheesh!” Hooty grumbled, slowly pulling himself back out the window. “I didn’t mean to do anything, gosh.” He muttered, frowning as he disappeared back to the front of the house.

“Luz?” Amity worried, looking down at the shaking girl halfway in her lap. “Luz? He’s gone now, it’s okay.”

Luz cracked open an eye, revealing it had contracted to a disturbingly small size. She slowly removed her hands from her ears and sat up, almost knocking her head into Amity’s chin.

“Are you alright?” Willow worried, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder.

“Loud,” Luz whined, rubbing at her ear.

“Should I call Eda?” King worried, coming up in front of Luz. “I should call Eda. Hey, Eda!” He shouted, turning his head away. “Eda!”

Luz hissed and jerked back, shutting her eyes and covering her ears again.

King jumped back and covered his mouth with his paws. Willow was quick to wrap her arm around Luz’s shoulders.

“I’m so sorry!” King exclaimed, immediately covering his mouth again when Luz’s flinch revealed he’d been too loud again. “Sorry, sorry,” He whispered, taking another step back.

“Luz?” Willow worried.

“Loud,” The human repeated, burying her head in Willow’s shoulder. “It’s loud.”

The other three all looked to each other with concern.

“But...Hooty and King always talk like that.” Amity said slowly. “It...it’s never bothered her before.”

“She must have gotten more sensitive to sound,” Gus said, his voice lowered. “Us talking normally must already be quite loud. And considering King and Hooty are naturally louder when they talk, she must think they’re screaming if they go so much as a few notes up.”

King sat on the floor, his paws still wrapped around his muzzle, his face full of horror and shame.

Rapid footsteps were heard coming down the stairs, and Eda was in the living room in a flash, holding her staff in one hand.

“What happened? Is everyone okay?” She asked, hurrying over.

“Luz is sensitive to sound,” Willow explained softly. “Hooty and King hurt her ears without meaning to, that’s all.”

“Great, another symptom.” Eda muttered, her staff vanishing in a flash of light. “How sensitive?”

“Anything higher than normal talking is painful,” Gus said, quickly writing it all down. “To her, it must sound like we’re already talking loud, but she’s putting up with it.”

Eda sighed and ran a hand down her face. Luz had recovered from King’s shout and peeled herself off of Willow, hands hovering by her ears in fear there would be another loud noise.

“I’m gonna go get Lilith,” She decided, watching Luz pitifully. “I need to know what else is going to happen to her.”

“What?” Luz blinked, looking around. “Why was everyone shouting?”

“Sorry,” King repeated again, shaking his head.

“You didn’t know,” Eda leaned down and ruffled the fur behind his head. “Luz, maybe you should go rest.”

“I’m not tired,” Luz said, becoming cheerful again. “Not at all! Hey, do you think I could climb the Knee and back?” She asked, turning to Willow. “I think I could do that.”

“Don’t,” Willow said, standing up and helping her friend off the floor. “We’ll stay with her.” She assured the older witch.

“I’d say don’t do anything stupid, but we all know that’s going to happen no matter what.” Eda said, crossing her arms. “Just don’t do something overly stupid.”

“Understood,” Amity nodded, scooping up King as she and Gus stood.

Luz paused before whirling her head around, nearly falling over at the force if Willow didn’t catch her in time.

“Ami?” Luz blinked blearily. “When did you get here?”

“This is going to be a long day,” Eda sighed, shoulders slumping with the weight of a sky.

“We’ll try to get through unscathed,” Gus said, glancing at Luz as she started staring at and inspecting her own hands, confused.

“Key word; try.”

“I think I swallowed another light spell,” Luz groaned, face-down on her sleeping bag.

“You didn’t. We would’ve seen it.” Willow said, glancing back at the girl.

“I must’ve,” Luz muffled through the bag. “I feel like it.”

“Huh, so she’s hallucinating sensations, too.” Gus said, sitting cross-legged by the window and writing in another page of his notebook.

“Or she could just feel awful,” Amity pointed out, leaning against the wall behind Luz. “I certainly would, considering the state she’s already in.”

“Please don’t throw up like last time,” King begged, his voice barely above a whisper as he placed his paws on Luz’s arm. “That was disgusting.”

“Water,” Luz mumbled, raising a hand and grabbing at air. “Need water.”

Amity picked up the water bottle on the floor beside her and crawled over, placing it in Luz’s open hand.

“Humans can’t die from drinking too much water, right?” Gus asked, looking up from his notebook.

Luz looked up and tilted the water bottle, never raising her head off of the floor. She opened her mouth and let the water trickle out and into her mouth.

Her friends all watched her, mesmerized at the sight. Luz’s grip on the water bottle loosened after a few minutes and it fell and hit her in the face, causing her to hiss and water to spill.

Amity muttered before pulling Luz into a sitting position by her shoulders. The girl was still staring off blankly, like this outcome was completely out of the blue.

King came back with old clothes Eda never used and Willow mopped up the water with them, barely batting an eye.

“Aw,” Luz finally reacted, mournfully watching her forgotten water bottle which was now only a quarter-full. “My juice…”

“Luz, you're getting soaked.” Amity sighed, grabbing one of the unused shirts and dabbing at Luz’s shirt and face.

“Like it, it’s cold,” Luz said, though she did nothing to stop Amity.

“Cold? Are you feeling too warm?” Willow asked, glancing up.

“Uh,” Luz stared off for a moment. “Yope.”

“Yope?” Gus echoed.

“Nes? Yo? Noes? Sio? Ni?” Luz tried out a bunch of different words, often slurring them together.

“Luz, what are you saying?” Amity sighed, trying to get the worst of the water off her shirt now.

“What’s yes and no combined?” Luz questioned Gus. “You’re smart, you know.”

“Maybe?” Gus tried, raising a brow.

“Maybe?” Luz frowned. “How can you be ‘maybe’ smart?”

“You’re maybe too warm?” Willow reiterated.

“I’m like…” Luz spaced out for a moment before snapping back to reality, both her pupils at different levels of dilated. “Hot and cold?”

“That’s mildly troubling,” Gus spoke, flipping to a new page in his notebook.

“I feel like I have a weird fever,” Luz sniffled, blinking her eyes rapidly. “You know? You know like...like when you're so sick you're too extreme in both temperatures.”

“I think I had that once!” King raised his paw excitedly before quickly lowering back down when he saw Luz flinch at his voice. “I had frostbite on my fur after I ate a fire-twig. I couldn’t stop moving for like, three hours.”

“Mood,” Luz nodded solemnly.

“I’m...pretty sure that’s not an emotion…” King said slowly.

“So, do you want like, extra blankets?” Amity suggested.

“I want to die,” Luz whined, almost flopping over onto her face again before Amity grabbed the back of her shirt and held her up. “And everything smells like those weird street corners.”

“Smells fine to me,” WIllow said, laying the wet clothes on the ledge in front of the window. “Do you want to change into a non-wet shirt?”

“Oh,” Luz nodded after a few beats. “Yeah,” She said, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling up.

Amity, who had previously been tossing the damp cloth away, turned back around just in the nick of time.

“Not right now!” She squeaked, frantically grabbing Luz’s hands and forcing her to shove her shirt back down.

The other three whirled back to the girls, startled by the sudden noise.

“Ow,” Luz complained, removing her hands and rubbing at her ears. “Loud,”

“Sorry, sorry,” Amity whispered, jerking her hands back.

Her ears were pressed down, and she was a bright red from the tip of each ear.

Willow rolled her eyes but made no comment as she stood up and offered a hand to Luz. The human stared at it for a moment before Willow took the humans hand herself and helped her up.

“I’ll ask Eda if she has anything that’s not covered in dust,” Willow asked her, gazing around at Luz’s room. “Somehow, I doubt she keeps her clothes on the racks in here.”

“I,” Amity shook her head to clear it. “I think she has a chest in the room down the hallway.”

“I’ll check it out,” Willow nodded, keeping a hand on Luz’s shoulder and guiding her out of her room.

Thus leaving Amity, Gus and King to their own devices.

They all looked at each other.

“You wanna cut holes in Eda’s raggety clothes and stitch them together?” King asked casually. “Yeah I do!” Gus grinned, throwing his notebook and pencil aside.

“I’m picking the fabric,” Amity said matter-of-factly. “You guys will just make an unholy abomination.”

“Says the girl in the abomination track,”

“Maybe...if we split my head open...the pain will stop.”

“I’m not cracking your skull like an egg for a headache, Luz.”

“Do you think zombies would like that?” Luz asked, raising a hand in the air. “Would it be like scrambled eggs?” “That’s disgusting, Luz.”

“Not to the zombies,”

Luz was laying across the couch, her head hanging off the armrest, holding a warm washcloth against her forehead. Willow was sitting on the other end, with Gus perched on the armrest beside her. Amity was sitting on the floor in front of Luz with King in her lap, making sure she didn’t slide off the couch.

“Some guy did it once,” Luz continued, her eyes covered by the washcloth as she wildly waved her other hand around in the air. “Some god or something. Head split. Woman popped out. It was a whole thing.”

“Wait, really?” Gus gasped, eyes shining excitedly.

“Gus, she’s high.” Willow deadpanned. “I don’t think we can trust most things she’s saying right now.”

“It was a thing!” Luz insisted, trying to sit up and failing. “Learned ‘bout it...Big Z got a nerdy war daughter. Like…” She paused for a moment. “Like Amity, but a goddess.”

Amity made a few strangled choking sounds, and King glared up at her. Though he didn’t try to move out of her lap.

“I’m writing it down anyway,” Gus said, scribbling furiously.

“How’s the headache?” Willow asked.

“Killing me slowly,” Luz said, rolling her head to the side on the armrest so she was nearly falling off the couch.

She moved the washcloth further up, revealing her pupils going off the fritz for a few moments before appearing to pulsate in size.

“I wanna run laps and then curl up on the floor,” Luz said, eyes glazing over in that way you knew she was focusing on nothing at all. “I wanna slam into something.”

“Wh...why?” Gus said slowly.

“No idea,” Luz shrugged, her voice sounding far too cheerful. “Maybe if I run into a wall I’ll start feeling normal. I should try that.” She said, beginning to sit up.

“Absolutely not,” Amity snapped, her voice a bit strained as she sat up and sharply pushed Luz back onto the couch. “You’re not getting any more brain damage today.”

“Eda told me she already fell down the last few steps on the stairs,” King piped up.

“Few?” Luz repeated, blinking. “I fell down all ‘em.”

There was a few seconds of silence where everyone soaked in her words.

“You fell down the entire flight of stairs?” Willow repeated. “Yeah?” Luz looked between her friends, perplexed. “What?”

“Didn’t that hurt?” Amity winced at the thought. “You’re lucky you didn’t break anything!”

“I didn’t feel a thing,” Luz shrugged, completely uncaring. “Felt like falling in a ball pit.”

“You fell down wooden stairs, and you felt nothing?” Willow gaped.

“Nope,” Luz smiled.

Her friends stared at her for a few moments, all in different states of concern.

“Oh, her pain tolerance shot up, too.” Gus spoke, breaking the silence. “Her ears and head must either be incredibly painful or they don’t work the same way.”

“I’ve never felt more terrified for Luz in my life,” Willow near-wheezed. “She could have a cracked bone right now and we wouldn’t even know.”

“I’ll be fine,” Luz waved a hand. “Mamás a doctor, I know things...many things.”

“I know Eda is a lot of things, but I doubt she’s a doctor, whatever that is.” Gus said, confused as he looked up.

Everyone froze. Gus realized who Luz was talking about a moment too late.

Luz squinted and stared down at the couch, washcloth slowly sliding off her head. Her left pupil expanded before slowly shrinking. She looked like she was trying to reboot her brain, and swayed slightly.

“Hey, Luz!” Amity quickly sat up, giving her friend a nervous smile. “You wanna dress up King in that weird patchwork shirt we made?”

“Uh, yes,” Luz went right back to smiling.

A silent sigh of relief swept through the room.

“How could you?” King cried, lowering his voice a second into his outburst. “Haven’t you tortured me enough?”

“It was a cupcake, King.” Amity said, standing and scooping up King in her arms.

“And you crushed it mercilessly!”

Willow glanced back at Gus, who’s ears were flicked back. He was staring at his notebook, looking like a toddler who’d been caught trying to steal food from the counter.

“Sorry,” He whispered when he caught Willow’s look. “I wasn’t paying attention…”

“It’s alright,” Willow sighed, watching as King squirmed in Amity’s hold and Luz tried to sit up. “We’re all trying to get used to it.”

“King, c’mere,” Luz cooed, putting her hands on the armrest and trying to pull herself up.

Before promptly losing her grip and falling face-first off the couch.

“Are you okay?” Amity worried.

“Feeling nothin’,” Luz said, giving a thumbs up as she raised her head. “Never better.”

Amity cringed back at the sight, and King made an ‘ew’ noise, curling closer in the witches arms.

“She gave herself a black eye, didn’t she?” Willow sighed.

“Yeah…”

“Titan save us, she’s not gonna last a week.”

“Oh don’t cha dare look back, just keep ya eyes on me, I said ya holding back, she said shut up and dance with me,”

The quintet were all sitting around the kitchen table. It was well past noon, too late for lunch but too early for dinner. But King had gotten hungry and so everyone had eaten at what Luz had called ‘dinunch’ or ‘lunner.’

Well, everyone aside from Luz. She vehemently refused to eat anything. So she’d resorted to laying upside down on her chair, her head on the floor, and singing some human song nobody at the table knew.

“This woman is my destiny, she said oooooh, shut up and dance with me!”

“I’m going to lose it,” Gus whispered, staring at the table with the gaze of centuries of pain.

“Ha! Luz it,” Luz giggled. “McLuz it. Puns,”

“Shouldn’t Eda be back with Lilith by now?” Willow asked the demon sitting on the table by Luz’s chair.

“Eh, she may have just started studying at the library with her.” King shrugged. “Or they’re busting themselves out of prison, either is plausible.”

“We were victims of the night,” Luz continued humming. “The chemical, physical, kryptonite.”

“At least she’s not whining about headaches,” Amity shrugged.

“Helpless to the bass and the fading light, oh we were bound to get together, bound to get together,” Luz tilted her head while on the floor, eyes closed.

“For your sake, I hope you don’t remember today all that well,” Willow said, rubbing her temples. “Luz, are you keeping that ice on your eye?”

“She took my arm!” Luz trilled, though it was no louder than regular talking. “Don’t know how it happened, we hit the floor and she saaaaaaid,”

“Luz,” Willow repeated.

“Oh don’t cha dare look back, just keep ya eyes on me, I said you’re holdin’ back, she said--”

“Luz,” Amity said, peering under the table.

Luz paused, blinking open her eyes and holding them on Amity. One of her hands was splayed out by her head, loosely holding a wet towel with no ice in it.

“What happened to the ice?” Amity sighed.

“Huh?” Luz blinked, her pupils fritzing out for a moment. “Oh, I ate ‘em.”

“You ate four cubes of ice?” Willow cried, standing up suddenly. “Why? Why in the world…?”

“Wanted to see what it’d taste like.” Luz said earnestly. “Tasted bad,”

“Then why’d you eat all four?” Gus raised a brow, also peering under the table.

Luz looked at him blankly.

“Shut up and dance with me!” She went right on singing. “This woman is my destiny, she said oooooh,”

Everyone at the table couldn’t look more tired. Willow sighed and got up to get more ice for Luz’s black eye, which had swollen to the point where it could only open halfway.

“Okay, you’re making me nervous from that position, please sit up,” Amity said, getting up from her chair and standing by Luz, who was still singing on.

“A backless dress and some beat up sneaks,” Luz sang. “My discotheque, Juliet, teenage dream! I felt in in my chest as she looked at me,”

Amity gave Gus and King a look of utter pain and confusion before crouching down by the human, snapping her fingers to get her attention.

Luz jolted to attention and rolled her head to the side, looking up at Amity.

Her pupils dilated wide before one flickered slightly smaller.

“Can you get up?” Amity asked her.

Luz opened her mouth to reply before slowly shutting it again. She did this a few more times before turning her head to the side and avoiding the witches gaze.

Amity sighed and resigned to helping her up herself. She picked up Luz’s feet and took them off of the back of the chair, setting them to the side at a very awkward angle, considering Luz refused to move.

“Lost my place,” Luz mumbled.

For a second Amity thought she was complaining about her current position being shifted, but as her friend started singing again, she knew she couldn’t care less.

“She took my arm, I don’t know how it happened,” She hummed. “We took the floor and she saaaaaaid,”

Amity leaned down and took Luz’s hands, pulling her up. She was now facing off the side of the chair, finally sitting in a normal position.

Luz looked up to her, blinking innocently. One pupil contracted and she broke into a goofy grin.

“Take me home tonight,” She sang on, keeping a hold on Amity’s hands and trying to pull herself to a standing position. “I don’t want to let you go till we see the light.”

Amity stepped back, unconsciously helping to keep Luz standing, watching her in confusion. She glanced at the others, but Gus wasn’t paying much attention, just glad Luz wasn’t singing the same lines over and over again. King barely spared them a glance, much more interested in notes Gus was looking over.

“Take me home tonight,” Luz grinned, pulling Amity’s hands back till she was nearly nose-to-nose with the girl.

It likely would’ve been a lot more romantic if Luz’s eye wasn’t swollen and black. Plus her pupils that were still fluctuating.

“Listen honey,” Luz chanted. “Just like Ronnie said,”

Amity slowly drew her head back, beginning to flush brightly. Luz giggled and gave her a lopsided smile.

“Luz...Luz what are you--”

“Be my little baaaaaaaby,” She snickered, placing her head on Amity’s shoulder and continuing to give short laughs.

“Luz?” Amity stuttered, trying to get her hands out of Luz’s grip. “Listen, you--” She swallowed. “You need to sit back down…”

“Is everything okay?” Willow asked, appearing with more cubes of ice wrapped up in a washcloth.

“Oh don’t you dare look back!” Luz suddenly shot back, snatching Amity’s arms and tugging her along. “Just keep your eyes on me!”

She misjudged the distance between her and the table, smacking her back into and crumbling to the floor, not as steady on her feet as everyone thought.

The back of her head hit the table as she fell. She didn’t make any noise of pain, simply toppled over and landed on the floor before roughly sitting back and knocking against the table leg, looking dazed.

“Luz!” Amity cried.

Gus and King jerked up as Willow rushed over, crouching by Luz along with Amity.

Luz still looked almost to be in a state of shock, but it was hard to tell from how her head turned and pupils contracted. Willow reached out and turned her head to inspect the damage.

“Yeah, it’s bleeding.” Willow winced.

“How much?” Gus asked, peering over the table.

“Uh,” Willow pulled her hand back, revealing Luz’s blood coating it.

Amity sucked in a breath and her eyes went wide. She quickly turned Luz’s head to see for herself as Gus and King hurried around to them.

She couldn’t tell where the cut was under Luz’s hair that she was beginning to grow out, but it was bleeding rapidly. A large patch of her hair was dark red with blood gushing out.

“Call Eda, call Eda!” Gus exclaimed as King rushed to Luz, worrying over her.

“Call the healers!” King insisted over the witch.

Luz winced and covered her ears, whimpering at their frantic shouting. Willow quickly pulled out her scroll and began dialing Eda, clearly just as freaked out as the others.

Amity was in a state of shock. She was sitting on her knees at Luz’s side, just staring at the blood beginning to trickle down Luz’s hair and onto her neck. Her pupils were slitted into thin lines, and her breathing had become heavy.

Luz opened her eyes, but kept her hands over her ears because of the shouting. She gave her friends a hurt look before noticing the stilled fear on Amity’s face.

She frowned and nudged Amity’s leg with her foot. When the witch didn’t respond, she turned to King, who was sitting closest to her, and nudged his back with the same foot.

King turned, and everyone's shouting paused.

“Guys?” Luz said, one eye dilating as the back of her shirt grew soaked with blood. “I think something’s wrong with Amity...”

Lilith sat on the couch, looking over as many medical papers she could. She finally wore her glasses, and she had notes lay strewn about on the coffee table. She was exhausted, and words were beginning to blur together.

It was almost one in the morning, but she couldn’t stop yet.

After a study session and quick escape from Kikimora yesterday, Eda had been called and informed by panicked teenagers that Luz had hit her head on the table and was heavily bleeding on the floor. Lilith didn’t think Eda could get that scared in such a short amount of time, but you learn something new every day.

Thankfully, Luz had turned out fine. Her head injury wasn’t all that serious, it just turns out humans bleed more from head wounds than witches.

But considering that in just a few hours Luz had managed to get said head injury, a black eye, and traumatize her friends, Eda was quick to shoo them away.

Lilith hated the pained expression plastered to Amity’s face.

She couldn’t be mad at Eda, not really. Her little sister was scared for Luz, and who wouldn’t be? Having to deal with three more kids was far from her to-do list.

Luz had been patched up by very concerned healers, leaving Lilith to insist that, no, they had not drugged a child, she was just having a bad reaction to vaccines.

Her friends had come back the second day, but Luz was on constant surveillance watch by them and Eda alike. Not much had changed from the first day, though Luz had somehow managed to get her head stuck in a cardboard cylinder.

She was glad when they left before dinner. The constant terror flashing in Amity’s eyes worried her beyond belief.

Technically speaking, Lilith supposed, it was the third day now. But she was too busy focusing on finding anything useful to dwell on it.

She heard creaking steps and didn’t bother to glance up. It was probably Edalyn. She was awake at all hours and was probably off to grab a snack.

She heard heavy footsteps and eventually something flopping down at the edge of the coffee table.

A moment later, a head was placed on it.

Lilith looked up then.

Luz was sitting on her knees at the end of the table, her chin resting on the end with her arms loosely dragging in the floor. She had bandages around her black eye and head, and, according to her, making her look like ‘a pirate.’”

“Luz?” Lilith blinked, setting down her pen. “What are you doing up?”

“Not tired,” Luz said, her eyes turning to the witch.

Her right pupil expanded, nearly taking up all the color in her eye.

“Well, you should try to sleep,” Lilith said simply. “I have tea to help calm you down, if you want.”

“Nah,” Luz said, looking back to the papers. “Whatcha doing?”

Lilith, already tired and not thinking completely straight, decided it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to humor the human.

“Studying,” She said simply. “To help you.”

“You are?” Luz perked up, raising her head off the table.

“Um, yes?” Lilith raised a brow. “I have been for a while now. Did you not know?” “Nobody told me!” Luz shook her head, placing her hands on the table and holding herself up. “You found a lot on the human...human thingies,” She commented, gazing at the papers.

Lilith suddenly understood, and she felt a twinge in her chest. She decided not to think about it for too long.

“Oh, no, no, I’m not studying for that.” She explained. “I’m studying how to make you feel better, not the human realm.”

Luz’s smile instantly fell. She slumped onto her elbows and glomily lay her cheek on the table.

“Oh,” She said sadly, letting out a sigh. “Okay,”

Lilith frowned, her chest suddenly feeling just a bit hollower. She thought she must’ve been feeling the weight of her exhaustion, but she was quick to realize the real issue.

Lilith sighed dramatically and ran a hand through her hair.

Great Titan, she’d begun to truly care, hadn’t she?

She bit her lip and glanced back at Luz, who was still sorrowfully staring at her papers, her pupil now contracted to half the size of a dime.

“But,” She said cautiously, catching Luz’s attention. “I suppose I could help you with that...once you feel better, of course.”

“You will?” Luz shot up again like a rocket. “Thank you!” She smiled.

Lilith gave a small smile and chuckled.

“You’re going to regret all that happened these last few days when you gain control of yourself again,” She said, going back to flipping through the pages of a medical book she found. “I know I would.”

“Why?” Luz asked, tiling her head curiously.

“Wh--Luz, even you must realize you’d never be like this in your normal state.” Lilith said matter-of-factly. “You hate me, remember?”

Luz stared at her blankly for a moment. She crossed her arms on the table and rested on them, giving her an innocent look.

“No I don’t,”

Lilith paused. She slowly glanced over to the girl, confused.

“You do,” She said firmly. “In case you forgot, I used you to lure Eda to the Emperor’s Coven and could’ve gotten you seriously hurt.”

“You did?” Luz asked, before realization dawned on her. “Oh yeah! You did,” She chuckled. “I used to have nightmares about that.” She said casually.

Lilith flinched and turned away, focusing her attention on the paper she’d read over and over again.

There was a stretched silence for a few moments. Lilith thought Luz had fallen asleep, but she was still staring at her.

“Don’t hate cha,” Luz said again, her pupil flickering. “Ya no, al menos,” She mumbled.

“And why’s that?” Lilith sighed. “If you’d care to enlighten me,”

“You try,” Luz said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I mean, I definitely have favorites,” She said, turning her head on her arms. “But you’re off the hate-list. Hate file. Hate...paper.” She stuck out her tongue.

“Luz, with all due respect, I’m finding that hard to believe.” Lilith said simply. “You’re in a deleriated state, and I don’t trust your words at the moment.”

“I know stuff!” Luz shot back, glaring.

“What’s six times three?” Lilith asked.

Luz stared at her for a moment. She looked down at her fingers and began quietly counting on them.

“...twenty-three?” She suggested hesitantly.

Lilith gave her a deadpan stare before sighing and setting aside another paper.

“My point still stands,”

“But I don’t,” Luz whined, pounting.

“Not to be unappreciative, but Eda is far more deserving of you than I ever will be.” Lilith said simply, ears flicking back.

“Eda’s not perfect,” Luz muttered. “She made me break into the crema...the...tori...prison.” Luz muttered. “Prison break.”

“She made you break into the crematorium?” Lilith jerked up.

“First day,” Luz grinned, raising a finger. “For a...a lil crown.”

She suddenly lit up, happily facing Lilith.

“Hey, hey,” She started giggling. “Did you, did you know Warden Wrath,” She could barely hold back her laughs. “Wrath had a crush on Eda?”

Lilith’s eyebrows raised, and she searched Luz’s face with hesitant interest.

“I did not…” She said slowly.

“It was weird,” Luz giggled. “And, and she forgot my name!” She said gleefully. “Had to remind her who I was.”

“She did?” Lilith said, slowly setting her pen down.

“And she laughed at me,” Luz added, resting her chin on the table as she thought. “And told me to dig through trash. And almost killed me while cursed.”

Lilith visibly flinched, turning away. She had never heard that Eda transformed while Luz was stuck in the house with her.

How Luz made it out unscathed, she wished she knew.

“And she made me cheat at the covention,” Luz continued rattling off. “And Eda swapped our bodies because...petty I think. And made me shove moss up my nose. And she sold some of my old stuff,”

Luz visibly frowned slightly at that one.

“And she taunted me by saying I was fragile. And a bunch of other things,” She continued, her pupil spazzing for a moment. She visibly winced before it calmed to enveloping half her eye.

“That’s...quite a bit.” Lilith said slowly.

“Yeah,” Luz nodded, before placing her hands on the table again and raising herself up.

“But I still love her,” She said cheerfully. “She did good things, too.”

“Oh, I’ve heard about those, you don’t need to list them.” Lilith quickly assured the kid. “Eda boasts about her accomplishments all the time.”

Luz smiled and began messing with the pen Lilith left on the table, rolling it around as her eye followed it.

“You’ve done good, too.” She said quietly. “I like that you try,” She said sincerely, looking up. “I try.”

Lilith watched the girl for a moment. She offered the tiniest of smiles and glanced down at her hands, looking them over.

“Thank you,” She said quietly, holding her hands close. “I...I appreciate it.”

Luz ditched the pen and held herself up higher, looking proud.

“And if I’m honest, I’d almost think you weren’t as affected as we thought,” Lilith raised a brow in amusement. “Are you sure your not actually high?”

Luz blinked at her, tilting her head in confusion and frowning. She looked down, then looked back to Lilith.

“I’m on the floor,” She said.

“...never mind.” Lilith sighed, shaking her head. “You’re a wonder, Luz, you know that?”

Luz puffed out her chest with pride and brought a hand to it. She was about to say something, but she had been resting all her weight on her hands, and with one removed, she promptly slipped and cracked her chin against the coffee table.

“Are you alright?” Lilith exclaimed as Luz groaned and held her chin, falling onto the carpeted floor. “Ow,” Luz whined.

Lilith muttered under her breath and took off her glasses. She got up and walked over to Luz, helping the girl to her feet.

“At least you can feel pain again,” She murmured. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Luz didn’t respond, but she allowed the witch to guide her out of the living room, still whimpering about the pain.

Lilith had gotten to the bottom of the stairs when Luz leaned against her side, holding her arms. Lilith looked down at her before wrapping an arm around the girl and gently leading her up the stairs.

Her studying could wait.

“Des-pa-cito,”

“Day three into Luz’s descent into madness,” Gus droned over Luz’s singing. “And I’ve lost my will to continue on.”

“Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito,” Luz sang deliriously, though at least she seemed to be having fun.

The friends were all sitting on the living room floor, with Eda and King messing with some glyphs on the couch.

“Where’s Lilith?” Amity wondered, eyeing Luz, who was laying on her back on the floor.

“Holed up in her room studying on something,” Eda waved her hand casually. “Don’t know, don’t particularly care. Unless it's useful to us right now.”

“Deja que te diga cosas al oído,” Luz hummed. “Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo.”

“When Luz said she was going to distract herself from her headache, I wasn’t expecting this.” Willow said calmly, already glazed over from three days of putting up with this.

“It’s not that much different from yesterday,” Amity insisted.

“Des-pa-cito!”

The green-haired witches expression, however, proved that she was tired of dealing with Luz’s shenanigans as well.

“Quiero desnundar--”

Luz suddenly cut herself off, staring at the ceiling. Amity glanced over, noticing a crimson on Luz’s face as her unbandaged pupil contracted.

“Luz?” Amity asked.

“Nope, not saying that.” Luz said, still staring at the ceiling.

Amity raised a brow and glanced at her friends. They only gave her clueless shrugs. Not like any of them knew Spanish.

“I’m too hungry to put up with this,” Eda grumbled, getting up from the couch and ditching the fire glyph she was trying to draw. “You kids want lunch?”

“It’s three PM?” Gus said, glancing up.

“Time is an illusion and so are you,” Eda responded, walking by the kids. “You hungry or not?”

“I am,” King said, scampering after her.

“A bit,” Amity nodded, standing up. “C’mon, Luz.”

“Not hungry,” Luz said simply, turning her head to watch as her friends all got up.

“I know for a fact you haven’t had lunch today,” Eda said, stopping and looking back. “You gotta eat, Luz.”

“I’m just not hungry,” Luz whined. “Wake up not hungry, stay not hungry.”

Eda frowned as Amity offered a hand and helped Luz to her feet.

“Didn’t wake up hungry?” Eda repeated. “Did you eat breakfast?”

“No,” Luz said bluntly. “Wasn’t hungry.”

“Luz!” Willow scolded.

“What? I’m not!” Luz huffed, crossing her arms.

“Luz, when was the last time you ate?” Eda sighed.

Luz paused. She scrunched up her face for a moment before beginning to mutter and count on her fingers.

You could see the fear spike through everyone in the room.

“Uh, not yesterday,” Luz mumbled. “Not...yesterday-yesterday…”

“You haven’t eaten anything in over three days?” Gus exclaimed.

“Ow,” Luz grumbled, pointing to her ears before her pupil contracted. “But...yeah, think so. Wasn’t hungry,” She shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Eda groaned, disturbed. “Come on, Luz, you’re eating something.”

“But-”

“No buts!” Eda snapped, grabbing the back of the girls shirt and tugging her into the kitchen. “You not feeling hungry in three days is the most worrying thing you’ve said. The no-pain thing is definitely second.”

“I swear we thought she ate before and that’s why she wasn’t hungry,” Gus said, hurriedly following after.

“Not your fault, I should’ve paid more attention.” Eda shrugged, dumping Luz into the kitchen chair where she pouted. “Add that to the list of vaccine symptoms.”

“No wonder she keeps falling over,” Willow murmured, casually shoving Luz back into her seat when she tried to get up. “I would too, if I was functioning on no food.”

“Shouldn’t she have gotten better by now?” Amity asked, pacing on the opposite side of the island counter. “Eda, when did you say she’ll get better?” “I…” Eda paused, one hand on the fridge door as she thought. “...a week. A week at most.” She said, glancing back. “We’ll be seeing progress between now and the end of this week, I promise.”

She almost winced at her own lie. Which was a rare sight for the con-artist.

“I’m fine,” Luz grumbled, slumping onto the table. “I’ve had worse,”

“While you weren’t inebriated, Luz.” Amity deadpanned. “It’s one thing when you get yourself into trouble on your own, this is worse.”

“Dramatic,” Luz muttered, but didn’t comment further.

“Willow, you're the strongest, right?” Eda asked, turning and placing a bowl of leftover meat chunks on the table.

“Yeah?” Willow blinked. “Why?”

“Hold her down,” She instructed the witch. “Because she will fight back.”

Willow didn’t react for the first few moments, allowing Eda’s words to sink in for Luz. She started to shoot up and make a break for it, but Willow quickly snapped out of it and shoved the human back into her seat with little difficulty.

Luz flailed and even tried to bite Willow, but it did practically nothing. A sharp shoulder squeeze at the human wincing and obediently sitting still.

“Is this...common?” Gus inquired.

“No, not really.” Eda shook her head. “I just figured since Luz was having such an aversion to eating for three days, she probably wouldn’t be inclined to now just because we asked nicely.”

Luz tried to mimic a hiss as Eda set down the bowl in front of her. Gus giggled at the sight, since it was more like her saying the word hiss than the actual noise witches made.

“Every day, I lose more of my sanity in this house,” Amity said, stepping away as Luz tried to struggle again and Eda searched for a fork.

“Welcome to the club, kid.”

Luz had been sent to bed three hours earlier.

It was the end of the third day.

Eda, for some reason, was wide awake.

This wasn’t out of the blue. She was usually up at odd hours due to her curse. She felt less inclined to do so now, but thirty-year-old habits die hard.

She figured she woke up on her own, so she got up to get a snack like usual, and to check on Luz in her room.

But when she left her own room and looked down the hallway, she saw that Luz’s door was wide open.

Panic seized her for a brief moment before she forced herself to calm down. An open door didn’t mean anything, get yourself together.

Eda poked her head inside Luz’s room and looked around. Sure enough, her sleeping bag was left abandoned, and the human was nowhere to be seen.

Her first thought was Lilith. Nothing specific at all, just that Lilith was responsible.

She shook her head and looked back towards Lilith’s ‘room.’ The light was still on.

She opened the door a crack, seeing Lilith was sitting on the floor, ready to pass out. She had books and papers strewn out before her, half of them medical, the other half everything on humans and their realm she could find. Eda knew Luz and Gus had already read through those before.

She felt the tiniest twinge of guilt at the immediate blame before silently shutting the door.

Maybe Luz had just gone for a snack, like her. It wasn’t too unusual for her to creep out at midnight.

Granted, she wasn’t on the verge of toppling over at every step those last times.

Eda walked down the stairs and looked around. She checked every room, seeing no trace of the human anywhere, her anxiety growing by the minute.

She pulled out a fire glyph and lit the candles around the kitchen, forcibly keeping her breathing normal.

“Hello?”

Eda perked at the sound of the girl's voice and pricked her ears up. She saw that the back door was wide open, explaining why Hooty hadn’t noticed anything. He was asleep at this point, anyway.

She could see the outline of someone standing well outside the house, nearly at the treeline.

“Luz!” Eda called, rushing out the door. “What are you doing out here, kid?”

Luz whirled around, eyes wide and scared.

The bandage around her head was gone, revealing the injury on her head was at nasty cotting phase. Her eye was still dark and swollen, but she could open it far better than before. The healing glyphs had sped up the process, while they had been on.

“Luz?” Eda slowed, coming to a stop a few meters from the girl, the kitchen light from the house giving her a shadow that stretched out right towards Luz.

“It...it’s her,” Luz said, slowly turning her head back around to face the forest. “I can hear her.”

“Hear who?” Eda said, taking a step closer.

“Listen,” Luz said simply.

So, Eda did. She angled her ears to listen towards the forest, silent and still.

The only sound that greeted her was the wind through the trees.

“There it is!” Luz suddenly perked up. “That’s her!”

There hadn’t been a sound.

Eda knew her hearing was well more developed than Luz’s, all witches ears were. So the fact that Luz claimed to be hearing something even she couldn’t was...concerning.

“Kid, I can’t hear anything.” Eda shook her head.

“You’re not listening,” Luz huffed, her left pupil dilating. “It’s her! She’s somewhere out here, I know it!” She said, looking around.

“Who?” Eda demanded. “Who can you hear? What are you talking about?”

“My mamá,” Luz said, still scanning the treeline. “I can hear her.”

Oh.

Eda felt a painful twist in her chest. For a moment, she thought her gem was acting up, but it was still the same inky black as before.

“Luz,” Eda started gently, walking closer to the girl. “Your mother’s not here.”

“Yes she is, I hear her.” Luz said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I think you need your ears checked. She’s somewhere out there, I just need to--”

Eda grabbed Luz’s shoulder and she whirled around, startled. Her eyes flickered and spazzed, reflecting Eda’s face before shrinking again.

“That’s not her,” Eda said softly, looking down at the girl. “You’re hallucinating again, kiddo.” She said sorrowfully. “There’s nobody there.”

Luz looked up at the witch, her brows knitting together in a frown. She suddenly jerked back to the forest, head raised.

“But I hear her…” She said quietly, a crack lacing her voice.

“I know you do,” Eda said, wrapping an arm around the teens shoulders. “But there’s no way that can be her. She’s back in the human realm, remember?”

Luz stared up at Eda with wide, searching eyes. She looked back to the forest, her body tense. Eda knew that look and tightened her hold around Luz’s shoulders, her hand placed just below Luz’s collarbone.

“Mamá!” Luz shouted, straining against Eda’s hold. “Mamá! I’m here!” She cried, raising a hand to grab Eda’s, but she didn’t try to pull her off.

Eda realized that the shouting must’ve been torture to Luz’s ears. She could even see the human wince every time she shouted. And yet, she kept calling.

Luz waited, listening intently. Eda sighed and gently tried to pull the human back.

“She’s not there. She would’ve heard you.” She said.

“She must be stuck,” Luz insisted. “Mamá!”

“Luz,” Eda breathed. “Please, she’s not--”

“She has to be!” Luz persisted, straining again. “She...she has to be...I can hear her…”

The girl looked back at Eda, tears shining in her eyes and already beginning to roll down her cheeks.

Eda’s ears pressed back and she let out a breath, drawing up her other hand to gently grab Luz’s arm, her expression full of sorrow.

“I’m sorry, Luz.” She said softly. “I’m so sorry, but that’s not her.”

Luz sniffled and hiccuped. She opened her mouth to shout more, but all that came out was a strangled gasp. She quickly closed her mouth again, shutting her eyes as tears freely rolled down her cheeks.

The girl turned and buried her face in the crook of Eda’s arm, her hands tightly clutching Eda’s dress as she tried and failed to muffle her sobs.

Eda enveloped the girl in a hug, feeling every shake her body gave as she wailed. The human flinched at every loud noise she made, but was unable to stop it.

Eda offered hushed whispers, holding the girl up and placing a hand on the back of her head. She stared off into the trees, only being greeted by the empty shadows.

The only sound now was Luz’s cries.

The witch, keeping her arms around Luz, began to guide her back to the house. Luz stayed clinging to her side, her face streaked with tears.

It was awkward maneuvering around her, but she didn’t complain.

Luz’s sobs had quieted to choked cries by the time Eda stepped inside, shutting the door behind her.

She debated trying to turn off the lights, since she couldn’t rely on her magic to do that for her, but she decided to let the candles burn themselves out instead.

“Can you walk, kid?” Eda asked the girl.

Luz sniffled and nodded, slowly peeling herself off of Eda’s side.

“Come on, let’s hit the hay, eh?” She offered, nudging the girl in front of her. “When’s the last time we got a good night's rest, am I right?” She said, trying a half-hearted joke.

Luz paused at that, wiping at her eyes as she thought.

“I don’t think I’ve slept the last two days,” Luz said, glancing back.

Eda stared at her, praying that the girl was joking. And as hard it was to take Luz seriously with one pupil blown wide and the other taking up her entire iris, she knew very well she wasn’t joking.

“Great Titan, kid,” Eda sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Alright, my nest. Someone has to keep an eye on you.”

Luz nodded and began to climb the stairs, holding her hands together to try and stop their shaking. Eda stayed right behind her, fearfully shifting every time she saw the girl sway slightly.

Eda caught Lilith’s door quickly shutting when they made it up the stairs. She wasn’t surprised, Luz hadn’t necessarily been quiet.

Luz stumbled down the hallway, Eda hovering right behind her. She looked away for a moment to look at Lilith’s closed door, noting that the lights were off now.

She heard a thud.

Eda spun around, tensing.

Luz had fallen mid-step, crashing onto the floor in a heap. In a flash, Eda was at her side and pulling her up, terrified something bad had happened.

Instead, she was greeted by Luz’s soft snores.

“Of course,” Eda sighed, scooping her up into her arms. “Just my luck you’d pass out before we even got to my room.” She muttered.

Effortlessly, she carried the human to her room and kicked the door shut behind her. She lay Luz in her nest, leaning her head on the edge to keep it propped up.

Eda searched her room for a moment before finding the spare gauzes and healing glyphs she kept for emergencies. It was awkward trying to wrap up Luz’s head, but she managed and placed two healing glyphs on her, one over her eye and the other on the back of her head.

She searched her nest for a moment before pulling out an old blanket she rarely used. She wrapped it around Luz and lay her back down before slipping into her nest beside her.

Luz twitched in her sleep, but aside from that, she didn’t stir.

Eda lay on her stomach, her head squished against the edge of the nest. She glanced at Luz beside her before wrapping one arm around her, keeping the girl close.

“I’m sorry, kid.” Eda sighed quietly. “You never deserved any of this.”

All that greeted her was deafening silence.

“Are you sure you feel fine?” Gus asked for the eighth time that morning.

“Yes, Gus,” Luz sighed. “I swear that I am completely conscious now.”

“Guess your prediction was right,” Eda mumbled to Lilith, standing off to the side from the group. “Been a week, and she’s nearly normal again.”

“Thank goodness!” King breathed, slumping over Luz’s crossed leg. “I couldn’t handle being smothered by you again.”

“Sorry,” Luz winced, giving a sheepish smile. “I take it I…” She raised a hand and felt at her eye, which, while less swollen, was still noticeable. “Caused a bit of trouble?” She guessed shyly.

“Your hallucinations weren’t fun,” Willow nodded. “Or your unending thirst for every water bottle you could find.”

“And your refusal to eat and sleep,” Eda added.

Luz rubbed the back of her neck, hunching her shoulders and offering nervous smiles.

“Sorry, guys.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not your fault.” Amity assured her.

Eda casted a sideways glare at Lilith, who looked away and held her hands behind her back.

“At least you’ll get to freely move around the beast keeping track now,” Willow added. “Viney will appreciate the help, I’m sure.”

“Oh, yeah!” Luz perked up. “No more sick day excuses!” She pumped a fist.

“Which means you’re helping out with the trash slugs now,” Eda reminded with a grin. “Because now you don’t have excuses.”

“Getting vaccines doesn’t mean she’s immune to all sickness, Edalyn.” Lilith grit her teeth and sent a glare towards her sister.

“Yeah, but she won’t get, like, ones that’ll kill her.” Eda waved a hand casually.

“Aw,” Luz slumped.

“A moment of silence for Luz.” Willow said solemnly.

“Do you wanna read about what happened?” Gus asked excitedly, already pulling out his notebook.

“Am I going to regret it if I do?” Luz turned to Amity.

“Fifty-fifty,” Amity tilted her hand. “I’d skip the part with the broken window and dumpster-diving.”

“And the kitchen incident?” Willow added, giving Amity a smug look.

Amity gave a guttural growl and lowered her ears.

“I’m already worried,” Luz said, anxiously glancing between her friends.

“How about we hold off on the trip down memory lane?” Lilith said, walking around and slowly pushing down Gus’s notebook that he was pulling out. “Luz, aside from the usual symptoms, is anything different?” She questioned the girl.

“Uh,” Luz frowned and thought for a moment. “A mild headache is normal, right?”

“Yeah, you got those all the time.” King nodded.

Luz hummed and thought, tapping her fingers on the carpet before perking up.

“Oh, I think I’ve got a better pain tolerance now.”

“I thought that faded?” Amity exclaimed, panicked.

“That was an issue?” Luz blinked. “I mean, it’s not that bad. I kinda fell down the stairs earlier but all I got was a regular bruise instead of a small gash like three weeks ago.”

“You really need to fix the stairs if this is a common issue,” Lilith turned to Eda.

“Oh, that’s not as bad.” Willow relaxed. “Your pain tolerance used to be so high that when you cut your head you didn’t feel a thing.”

Luz gave Willow a wide-eyed, very concerned look.

“Wasn’t fun,” Amity shook her head, shuttering.

“Yeah, no, my tolerance is nowhere near that high.” Luz assured them. “And I can sort of feel the magic from my glyphs? I dunno, it’s hard to describe.”

“Probably the magic the vaccines had,” Eda shrugged. “That might last a while longer.”

“Cool,” Luz grinned. “Oh, and my vision feels weird sometimes, but I think I’ll be fine after a few hours.”

“Yeah, that's normal. Your eyes acted up a lot.” Gus nodded. “It was really funny, your entire eye would be just black.”

“...human pupils can’t dilate that much.” Luz said, concern lacing her tone.

“They can now,” Eda snickered. “With the,” She broke off in a fit of giggles. “The power of witch drugs.”

“I’m going to admit,” King raised his head. “Now I’m curious what actual drugs would do to you.”

“You have drugs in the Isles?” Luz exclaimed. “Like, illegal ones?”

“Course we do,” Eda chuckled. “You can find them at the Night Market for, what, ten snails?”

“That’s the cheap ones.” Lilith corrected. “The very illegal ones go for fifty or more.”

“And you know this because…?”

Lilith stiffened and cast a fearful glance at the children all watching her expectantly. Aside from Amity, who looked very worried.

“...I used to catch a lot of people selling at the Night Market,” Lilith said, crossing her arms. “It’s hard not to take notice of how much they were going for.”

“Plot twist of the century, ex-coven leader Lilith Clawthorne snorts fairy dust.” Eda giggled. “Oh how the masses would love that.”

“Edalyn!” Lilith gasped.

“Am I wrong?”

“And this is our cue to leave,” Luz whispered to her friends as the sisters began their daily bickering.

Her friends didn’t argue, they just quickly got up and shuffled towards the door. Willow carried King with them in her arms like a football, much to his silent complaints.

Luz opened the door and guided her friends out, quitey shutting out the arguing sisters.

“Hi, guys!” Hooty chirped.

Luz winced and pulled away, rubbing at her ears.

“Ow,” She muttered.

“Are your ears still sensitive?” Amity worried, shooting Hooty a glare that made him shut up.

“Only a little,” Luz offered a smile, stepping away from the front door. “Anyway, what did I miss while I was out of it?”

“Nothing much,” Gus said, beginning to walk off as the rest followed. “Aside from, like, a ton of homework.” “I expect nothing less,” Luz muttered, pain etched into her face.

“You want me to ask Principal Bump to loosen up on you for a bit?” Amity asked.

“Teachers pet privilege,” Willow whispered under her breath.

“I heard that!” Amity snapped.

“Just a little,” Luz nodded. “I’m still emotionally recovering from being basically unconscious for a week.”

“I still have the notes if you want to read them,” Gus said, slowly pulling out his notebook again.

“On one hand, yes,” Luz said. “But on the other hand, I’m scared of what I’ll find.”

“It’s mostly just filled with you falling over a lot and singing random songs on repeat.” Willow shrugged.

“I have all of them stuck in my head at the same time and I can’t get them out,” Amity whispered, looking horror-stricken.

Luz chuckled nervously, rubbing along the edges of her black eye.

“You know, I think I’m glad I don’t remember much.”

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seoulnotes · 5 years ago

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23. “I’ll wait.” — jjk

Full masterpost here

⇢ Pairing ; Jeon Jungkook, princess!reader (y/n)

⇢ Genre ; angst, fluff (if you squint), reincarnation au, PG-15

⇢ Words ; ~ 2.8k (fudge, it got so long but plot > wc)

⇢ Warnings ; character death, no explicitly described, but its there

You seldom believed in myths or anything you couldn’t see for yourself. If it doesn’t have proof or evidence to back it up, you would probably not believe it.

One of those things is resurrection or a second life especially the ones in those cheesy novels of soulmates that met again in a second life.

That was until you found yourself in the impossible you never believed before.

Originally, it was just your dreams.

In those dreams, you met a young man who worked for your family. He had chestnut hair and doe eyes that charmed anyone once paired with a smile on his lips.

In your dreams, you were the forgotten princess of the royal family, a fifth born daughter of a low ranked concubine. You were just a daughter yet you were a threat to the crown. The day after your birth, the royal astrologer read your stars and deemed you born under misfortunate stars.

The message was clear: you would only bring an event of calamity to the family and its throne if you were to ever ascend on it. In other words, you were a curse to the throne. Your father wasn’t too cautious since you were the fifth in line to the throne, but it didn’t help that your siblings never took you as their own due to the astrologer’s readings.

You only ever had your mother who was demoted by the queen after birthing such a child. The concubine status stripped from her, only allowed to live in the palace by your place in the family.

The child with misfortune became your reputation before you could even walk or speak a single word.

You weren’t allowed to be tutored along with the rest of your siblings and often had no one to play with as a child.

Your first real friend was at the age of sixteen when you met the stable boy Jeon Jungkook. He was that young man with the chestnut hair and doe eyes.

“Why do you come for your own horse rather than ask the staff to?” He had asked after learning of your title on the first day upon meeting you. Why did a princess of the royal family do this herself? His brows furrowed slightly.

“It must be your first day,” you mused, the corners of your lips turning up.

He didn’t know who you really were, especially the bad fate you carried with your title.

Your title meant nothing; you rarely had the staff serve you.

“It is, your highness.” You could tell he was trying to make up for the embarrassment he felt with formality in his tone. He barely met your eyes while he spoke.

“No need to call me that. I’d much rather go by my name, y/n,” you waved off his formality, placing the saddle back onto the rack as Jungkook followed you aimlessly. You were doing his job for him.

You really didn’t want to be called your title which meant virtually nothing. You were just a girl who lived in the palace.

You stuck your hand out to the man who was ducking his head, still unsure whether or not to keep up the formality. He did want to keep his head on his shoulders after all.

“And you are?” You asked, peering at him and waving your hand gently to capture his attention.

“Jungkook,” he finally raised his head. He took your hand in his, a shy smile on his lips.

From that day forth, Jungkook called you by only your name. He wasn’t cautious around you and grew to treat you just as you had asked. There were no formalities whatsoever.

He was an odd man who adjusted to being your friend so easily. Odd, but you liked it.

And with friendship came comfort. He was your comfort; he became your person in this unfair world.

“I never said thank you.” You allowed your arm to casually hang over his middle as you tucked up to his side and placed your head on his chest.

You felt his chest vibrate beneath your head as he spoke. “For?” There was a question in his tone; he didn’t know why you suddenly needed to thank him.

“I never told you this, but you’re probably the only decent person in my life besides my mother,” you said, lips curving into a smile. “You were my first friend.”

“Don’t thank me for that. Any person should do the same and it’s a shame they do not,” a pout on Jungkook’s lips.

He doesn’t believe in the stars to tell you what you were destined for. When you work for it, you’ll achieve the results. He would know since he, himself, started with nothing in life.

You knew all the stories of how he was the lowest status in the kingdom, living in a cramp shack with his entire family and sometimes wondering if he would even have dinner on certain nights.

Jungkook didn’t believe in fate you were born with; you simply make it up as you continue to grow.

His fingers brushed against your arm, tracing along it.

“I think you might be everything that I have in this world,” you said truthfully. It caught him off guard; the words making his heart skip inside his chest.

“You’re my everything too,” Jungkook thought out loud. Those words came out as a whisper and he didn’t think you caught them tumbling from his lips. His confession that would never surface.

You heard it though, his low whisper and you smiled again.

You two would be each other’s everything, something to have when the world you were born in gave you nothing.

Three months later, you found yourself at the will of your entire family as your eldest brother, the crown prince, found poison in his dinner.

A servant who was deigned to test his food before he, himself, would consume it, fell ill, collapsing right next to the crown prince after taking a sample from the tray presented to him.

Consequently, a few hours later, in the royal kitchen where his food was prepared, they found your ring on the tile floor.

It was just so conveniently coincidental.

“y/n, why was your ring in the kitchen?” asked the queen, nothing but accusation in her tone. Her eyes filled with disdain as she finished her question with a sneer.

You already knew they suspected you, but you couldn’t do anything. You didn’t know who wanted you to be exiled for treason and gone from the palace. You didn’t have anything to prove your innocence.

It became guilty until proven innocent.

“I-I don’t know,” you cursed yourself for stuttering. It only made you more guilty. “I didn’t go in there today, I swear.”

“You must be jealous of your brother. Do you wish to rule that terribly?” She stated bluntly. At this point, she didn’t even care to uphold the regalness she usually had. She could project all the resentment she felt towards you at this very moment.

“I do not want the throne,” you responded, eyes flickering to your father and begging for an ounce of him to side with you. He must know that your stars were unlucky when you were born; why would you want to bring misfortune to the throne?

“You have to know that I don’t have any reason to do this father,” you pleaded.

“You will have 24 hours to find out why your ring was in the kitchen and we’ll handle it afterward,” your father responded, tone cold as ice. The door of hope slammed in your face.

Afterward, otherwise, they were the same words; it meant you would be tried for treason.

He didn’t even try. He just agreed and you concluded that he wanted to get rid of you too. He didn’t want something tied to the destruction of the royal family

You now knew how truly alone you were in the world.

Jungkook was there to catch you when you nearly collapsed as you exited the throne room. You begged and begged, pleaded with your hands and knees on the ground and your head bowed to the cold tile.

You begged for them to believe you.

You were only told in response you were wasting your 24 hours.

“I didn’t do it,” you whispered repeatedly, throat sore from the crying you had already done. “I have 24 hours…”

“I’ll help you,” Jungkook said firmly, hands still on your arms.

“Who would want me dead, gone?” You couldn’t believe what was happening. Was it one of your siblings?

You never meddled in the family business and affairs, only attending the balls that were required of you. You didn’t even dine with them for meals. You were determined to have melted into the background of their lives.

In 24 hours, you found absolutely nothing, nothing to prove you innocent.

The staff didn’t say anything when you asked and you knew they were paid well. You tried to speak with your siblings who simply either said they couldn’t help you or they knew you had done it because you were always scheming.

So you and Jungkook sat in your bedroom, knowing in a mere few hours, you would be at the will of your family again with no evidence to prove your innocence.

That’s when Jungkook decided how to save you. For you, he would.

At sunrise, defeated, you walked, head low, into the throne room. You were ready to plead once more, but a familiar head of chestnut hair was below you.

Jungkook sprawled on the ground, on his knees and hands with his head bowed.

“Jungkook?”

He didn’t lift his head.

“You’ve confessed to treason,” your father continued to speak, disregarding your presence.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I wanted to poison the crown prince and frame it on the princess so I stole her ring and left it in the kitchen after I placed the poison in his dinner.”

“Why did you commit such a crime?” Your father questioned, hands gripping his throne, knuckles turning white.

“I couldn’t stand the crown prince being someone who was inadequate. He will lead our country into its demise,” Jungkook’s voice was firm, leaving just enough space for his tone to present his hatred.

You knew better.

“What are you doing?” You rushed to his side and grasped his arm to pull him up. “Stop saying those things.”

His only response was to push you away with force. The shove left you a few feet away and in shock.

“Since you’ve confessed, there will be no investigation. You are hereby guilty of treason. The punishment will be death by hanging.” Your father’s voice was calm, yet you knew he was burning fury behind the stillness of his tone.

Before you had a chance to speak, guards entered to place Jungkook into chains and take him away.

“No, no,” you shook your head.

“Why would you just take his word?” You felt your voice raise as your eyes burned into your father.

“He confessed, y/n.”

“There’s not even evidence. It was my ring!” You were shaking. The thought of Jungkook facing the punishment in your stead.

“He said he put the ring there. What is there to question or investigate? Would you rather be the one hanging on the platform tomorrow?” Your father bit back. “A princess with treason on her name?”

“What’ll be the difference,” you spit back.

You already see me as that and treat me as so.

“Why did you confess Jungkook? You know you didn’t do it.”

In broad daylight, you went to see the prisoner. There wasn’t an ounce of care in you of the princess that went to see the criminal.

You reached your hand between the steel bars and grasp his, evident tears making their way down your face.

“Because I did it, y/n. I couldn’t stand your brother mistreating you.” Jungkook’s eyes softened at the sight of your red nose and hurt eyes. He allowed his hand to caress the side of your face, his thumb running over your cheek where he could catch the tears from falling.

You shook your head, your hand reaching up to cup his. “No, you didn’t,” the words barely making their way passed your lips in a whisper.

He was lying. He wasn’t a good liar.

He was with you that entire day when the poison was found.

“Why would you be so stupid?” You whispered over and over again.

You were defeated; how could you save him from this?

When morning came, you were leaning against the bars separating you from him. You slept there, keeping your hand in his and was awoken by the sound of guards returning with keys.

“I love you, y/n.” He rose to his feet as the guards unlocked the cell.

You couldn’t bear to follow him outside; you didn’t want to watch. Instead, you fell to your knees, a hand at your mouth in horror and agony.

“I’ll wait,” you cried, “I’ll wait for you.” Even if it’s in the next life, I’ll wait for you. In the next life, you’d have to be born to protect him. If you couldn’t do so in the next life, you will try again and again until you get it right. You would make sure of that.

You should have tried harder; you shouldn’t have let him take the blame.

Jungkook’s own heart shattered having to leave you in such a state. He would rather you be upset then to be the one tried for a crime you had committed. God knew what kind of evidence could be created by the time of your trial.

You should live. He wanted that. He would rather himself, someone with no name and no status and no family left, to be hung for treason than for you to be exiled from your family, your mother.

He’ll wait for you as well. Even if it took him centuries, a Millennium to meet you again, he will wait.

The last thing you said at the end of the dream stuck with you.

Because you simply believed those things were impossible, you found it ironic that you said those words.

You wondered a lot about those dreams, how often they reoccurred, and how every time the story ended, you woke up with your heart aching and your eyes puffy as if you had cried in your sleep.

Your heart yearned for a face you wanted to see.

In an effort to try and put your heart at ease, you looked up the person you had been named after.

Your mother told you that she had named you after the princess that became queen after the great war many centuries ago. She had led her country out of turmoil after the previous king allowed the country to enter war.

Your mother was a history enthusiast and thought the name represented a strong woman. She liked it.

There was not much history of the queen prior to her coronation, only facts and biographies written after she was titled queen. Although, the mere fact that she was the fifth youngest amongst her siblings had you sucking in a sharp breath in surprise.

You fell down a rabbit hole of researching the queen as much as possible from reading different biographies to historical records.

You wondered if the name Jeon Jungkook was written anywhere in the records.

You found yourself standing in front of a portrait of the queen herself, given to her as a gift for her coronation. A part of a collection for the royal family history on display at the museum.

She sat, back straight and regally, a crown above her brow. Her eyes were sharp, powerful, even her gaze reminded you of an ounce of who she was. Yet, her lips pulled into a gentle smile. She was a strong queen, never taking a king consort at her side.

“Heard she was pretty badass,” a voice remarked beside you.

“I think she was,” you agreed with a nod. You turned your head to the stranger at the same moment he did allowing you to meet his eyes.

Your heart froze, you froze and your breath hitched in your throat. A wave of emotions washed over you, so strong it knocked you from your senses. Your eyes felt the familiar sharp pricking in them as they grazed over the stranger’s face, the tuft of chestnut hair and the all too familiar doe eyes.

You had a strange feeling that he knew exactly why tears suddenly ran down your cheeks and your eyes only could see him in the entire room of people.

How for him, time seemingly stopped, everyone blurred in the background, and his line of sight only had you in it.

a/n

h o l y, this one was so long and idk how it got that long. i had this plot originally and didn’t mean for the plot to be soooo complicated. it made me s a d and :(

-selene

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 5 years ago

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addiction, m | myg, ksj | prologue

in other words: My Roommate is a Drug Dealer

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, ??? x reader

summary: Min Yoongi is in luck when a super cheap room is up for rent. Or maybe not.

warnings: non-idol!AU; in which everyone makes bad choices; slow burn; rated M (18+) for language, mentions of drug abuse, depression and suicidal thoughts, abusive relationships, eventual smut

note: Main character is female. I use ‘she’ instead of ‘you’ in this case because I’m more comfortable writing the omnipresent POV. You are welcome to think of ‘she’ as yourself or an OC. Her name is never explicitly mentioned. The character’s appearance is set to fit the story and her role.

When he saw the ad online, he couldn’t believe the price. It had to be a joke. There had to be hidden fees or something wrong with the room. He was preparing himself for disappointment. It was too good to be true. As he arrived to the neat complex, he checked around for anything sketchy. It was eerily quiet as he knocked.

“Min Yoongi, right?”

The woman who greeted him at the door was calm and polite. She was wearing a large baggy gray sweatshirt and black pants with black slippers. He guessed she was around his age. Long dark hair, tied in a low ponytail. A plain, almost forgettable face. Almost, if it wasn’t for her piercing dark eyes. They were like bottomless pits, as if he was staring into a pair of black holes. He looked away quickly, somewhat perturbed.

“Uh… yeah. I’m here to look at the room.”

He needed this. After being kicked out of his last apartment, he couldn’t go home. He had to have something to show his parents that he could be successful in the music industry. But after producing a few remote albums and tracks, he barely had anything. Not to mention getting ripped off multiple times had him in this sticky financial situation. He bit his lip as he stepped into the apartment, looking around anxiously.

It was actually a very empty apartment. The center room was a living room and kitchen combination but there was no living room furniture, only a record player and boxes of records on a large bookshelf against the wall. The kitchen had two black stools at the counter. It was clean and neat, almost military. She gestured to the right, to the open door.

“This is the room,” the woman was saying quietly. “Bathroom is around the corner.”

There was no furniture in the room. Absolutely none. He tilted his head, looking around. The hardwood floors shone and despite how clean it was, he could see nick marks in the wood. He almost breathed in relief. At least there was some evidence someone lived here.

“Why hasn’t the room been rented out yet?” he asked, turning to the woman. “It looks nice.”

She was watching him carefully. It was unsettling. “Because I have rules that the tenant must agree to.”

Here we go. “What rules?”

Her eyes were fixated on him, blinking very sparingly. She held a hand up, counting with her fingers. “One: no people over. None. No friends, no family, no fuckbuddies. You want to fuck someone, do it at their place,” she stated with a completely straight face.

He was stunned at her language. He was beginning to understand why this place was still up for rent.

“Two: clean up after yourself. I will not ask twice. If you do not clean up after yourself, I will kick you out without hesitation. Three: I live in the room across from you.” She pointed with her pinky and he saw the other room opposite his. The door was closed. “If you have a problem with that, then leave. And finally, four…”

She paused. His throat felt dry.

“You break the record player or any of the records, I will break you.”

She said it so seriously that he was confused for a second. “Is... is that it?”

A small smile appeared on her lips. He blinked.

“Well, usually I just turn people away when I know they’re going to be assholes. You seem alright,” she replied, more to herself than to him. “You said you were a music producer? Is your work quiet?”

“I can work with headphones on,” he said hurriedly. “If needed, I can soundproof the room so you don’t hear much.”

“Hmm.” She was inspecting him like a hawk. He could feel her eyes on him. She took a few steps around him as she entered the room after him. “Have a lot of friends?”

His eyes shifted to the floor. “Not really.”

“Yeah, well, me neither. Rent is due on the first of each month.”

And that was that.

She was polite enough. She helped him move all of his equipment into the room and brought him some tables and a chair, saying they were from a secondhand store. He brought a mattress and set it up with a pillow and blanket. She was always dressed plainly. She had thin hands and long fingers. He noticed them when she was helping him move the tables.

He didn’t understand if she had a job or not. He would hear her leave at random times and she would reappear at equally random times. Sometimes in a black long coat, sometimes in a black bomber jacket and jeans, sometimes in a fluffy white jacket that made her look like a giant marshmallow. He noticed her makeup was always different too – sometimes very little, sometimes quite heavy, sometimes somewhere in between. If it wasn’t for his dire financial situation, he might have thought more about how he wasn’t quite sure what her face looked like.

Instead he spent most of his time in his room, working on his music.

“How’s my favorite girl?”

“I’m fine, Seokjin.”

She almost rolled her eyes at the man, who was sitting between two very attractive, very coked-out women. They threw themselves all over him, kissing his neck and chest through his dress shirt and blazer. Unfortunately, she couldn’t roll her eyes. She had to be serious.

He pouted. It was almost cute, if it wasn’t for the dangerous glint in his eyes. “Just fine? How can I make it better, my darling?”

“I’m not your darling, Seokjin,” she corrected calmly, setting the laptop bag in front of him. It was a scruffy laptop bag, similar to the type that students used.

“Yet.”

He pushed the girls aside and opened the bag, eyes lighting up at he saw the money. He zipped it back up and set his elbows on his knees, looking up curiously at her. “Wearing your gloves again, I see.”

She shrugged. “Eczema is pretty bad this year.”

The corner of his mouth curved upwards. “It’s bad every day of the year.”

She didn’t reply. He noticed she was dressed in a long black coat with a white blouse and ill-fitted black pants. Simple black shoes. Almost as if she was going to work. He frowned, shaking his head.

“I’m not into this ensemble today. I much preferred the jogger aesthetic you had on last time.”

She smiled. “You just like tight pants.”

“You know me too well.”

He stood up, confusing the girls. They ended up flopping on top of each other, giggling. He walked around the marble coffee table, handing her a leather-bound folder stuffed with papers.

“I’m glad you decided to continue working for me.”

She kept the smile plastered to her face as she took the folder from him. She kept it there as she bowed politely and walked out of that room, out of that house. Out of that neighborhood, until she was on the subway. The smile faded, replaced with a blank expression. The leather folder felt heavy in her hands. It felt like a brick she was dragging all the way home. She walked into the apartment, hearing the faint bass of music leaking underneath Yoongi’s door. He was a model roommate. He would probably be good looking too if he wasn’t so obsessed with music and less with eating a normal diet. But he was clean and kept to himself, so all was well.

She slipped into her room and locked the door.

The leather-bound folder was placed on the empty table. She took off her black leather gloves and replaced them with plastic ones. A swift swipe with a disinfecting wipe to get rid of the oils and the fingerprints. She opened the folder carefully, putting the useless papers aside. She found what she was looking for.

She pulled up her chair and sat down, staring at it.

It was like this every time. She questioned it every time. Then, like clockwork, she turned and opened a drawer to find the small plastic baggies. Slowly and carefully, she began to divide the white powder into the appropriate weight using the small scale in her desk.

Careful.

So careful not to breathe it in.

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Moving in

Chapter summary: Sanders Sides G/t AU where Virgil is a human and Patton, Logan and Roman are borrowers who live in his apartment building. Full summary in the masterpost (check notes!).

Word count: 1917 words.

Triggers/warnings: Panic attack, arguing, homophobia, fear, violence, blood, illness, death mention, assault mention, moderately detailed description of death (in flashbacks) and injuries, casual nudity (non-sexual), self-deprecation. Warnings for this chapter will be bold.

A/N: I’m not entirely satisfied with this chapter, but I doubt I can improve it anymore. I hope you enjoy it!

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Virgil waited, but the tinies didn’t respond. He licked his lips nervously. Maybe he hadn’t been clear enough? “Like, do you want this to become a regular thing?” The three shared a glance. He wished he knew what they were communicating.

“Why do you ask?” Logan asked eventually, still audibly on guard.

Virgil frowned a little at the tone. “I thought I could be more prepared next time.” He could save up some bottle caps and… well, he could think of things they could possibly use, other than bottle caps. Really though, what options were there? Most of his stuff was way too big for them.

Through his musings, he almost missed the frantic looks that the tinies exchanged. And did they just tense up, or was it his imagination?

“You know,” he tried to clarify, suddenly eager to fill up the silence. “Things like food or utensils. I feel kind of bad only offering this much.” This was the last of his cereal, after all. Considering he skipped breakfast regularly, who even knew how old this stuff was?

Patton’s face split into a grin and he visibly relaxed. “That’s okay! This much is more than enough for us!” As if to prove himself, he leaned forward and snatched a piece of cereal from the plate, munching on it happily.

Virgil looked doubtful. What was their normal life like, if they were this happy with a piece of old, dry cereal? “Still, I’d like to know if there’s anything I can help with.”

“No need to concern yourself,” Logan said after dusting off his hands and grabbing a second piece. “We will be leaving shortly.”

“Aw,” Patton sulked softly.

“Oh. Eh, will you... come back?”

Logan frowned. “It’s probably best if we don’t. It’s dangerous for us to be out in the open, after all.”

Dangerous? Well, Virgil supposed he could see how things could be dangerous for people of their size, but still... “It’s not like it’s very dangerous in my room, is it?”

He shared a look with Princey, and the two seemed to hold a silent conversation through their eyes. Virgil wished he knew what they were saying. “Well… We wouldn’t want to trouble you. No more than we already have.” Logan shuffled his feet, eyes darting around. He looked uncomfortable.

Virgil tried to smile, hoping to alleviate their discomfort. “It’s really no trouble,” he assured. The impact these three could have on his budget was nihil, after all. Having them around might take some getting used to, but he wasn’t going to drive them out because of that.

“We really should… eh…” Princey attempted, but quickly became clear he wasn’t going to finish.

Virgil frowned a little. He didn’t want to make them feel pressured, of course. “If you want to go then I’m not stopping you, you know? It’s just, you don’t have to leave because of me. I’m more than okay if you want to stay.”

Logan squinted at him, scrutinizing him with those tiny, piercing eyes. “Thank you,” he said slowly, “but I think we better leave now.” Princey nodded. Patton looked to be in doubt but took another piece of cereal in favour of speaking up.

Virgil shrugged. “Okay,” he said, taking another spoonful of cereal to hide the pang of disappointment he felt. His throat constricted around the food, but he swallowed bravely. If they didn’t want to stay, then there was nothing he could do. Though, as he glanced at them again, he noticed that they hadn’t moved from their spot. He raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”

“Eh…” Logan nervously glanced at the other two. “We, eh…”

“Rubber bands!” Princey suddenly shouted.

Virgil’s eyebrow shot up again. “Yes?”

Logan cleared his throat, eyes darting around before finally landing on Virgil. “Last time, you gave him some rubber bands. If… If it’s okay with you, could we… maybe have a few more? They were quite, uh, useful.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure.” He put his bowl on the ground. “How many do you need?” The sighs the three let out were almost audible.

“As… As many as you can miss,” Logan replied, looking more relaxed than before. Virgil got up and walked to the kitchen while thinking over the conversation. He knew the size difference was jarring, but he had underestimated how much he could intimidate them by simply being near them. If they were this apprehensive about asking him for a mere few rubber bands...

He grabbed a large number from the box, figuring he’d better give them too many than too few. That way, they wouldn’t have to ask him again if they didn’t have enough. When he turned around, the floor was empty. They tinies were already on his bed, it seemed, ready to scale the closet. Wow, they moved fast!

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As soon as Virgil turned around, they ran. Roman had to pull Patton along for the first few steps but was relieved that his little brother followed him after that. He reached the bed first, and he quickly turned around, cupping his hands and bending his knees. With practised ease, he gave his brothers the push that they needed to reach the duvet, which hung over the edge of the bed. Logan was first, and as soon as Roman had pushed Patton up, the eldest’s rope dropped in front of him. A few seconds later, all three of them were on top of the bed. The whole manoeuvre hadn’t taken them more than fifteen seconds.

Fifteen seconds was all they got, though, before Virgil’s thunderous footsteps came rushing back. “Here you go,” the human said, holding out his hand to Logan. Roman gasped as his brother flinched and fell on his butt. In his mind he could see the hand approaching, grabbing Logan and moving him with no regard for his wishes... In reality, though, the hand stopped approaching almost as soon as Logan stumbled backwards. “Oh, s-sorry.”

Roman looked up at Virgil’s face, trying to look past how big it was and taking in the expression instead. Virgil wasn’t looking at them again, but it didn’t seem like he was scheming something this time. Rather, he looked kinda… flustered? He filed the information away as Logan clambered to his feet.

The hand moved towards him now and his first instinct was to flinch, but he bit his cheek and stood his ground. It stopped a few steps in front of him, holding more rubber bands than he’d ever seen in one place. He looked at Virgil’s face again, before steeling himself and stepping closer. His hands trembled a bit as he grabbed a few bands, but what astounded him was that Virgil’s hand trembled too. Interesting.

He stepped away and heaved a small sigh, still relieved to create some distance between them. Patton walked past him towards the hand and started patting it with a happy smile, as if it was the most normal thing to do. “Thanks a lot, Virgil! You did great.”

It was a strange thing to say to a human, but Virgil took it well. His cheeks coloured a little, and the corners of his lips twitched up the slightest bit, forming a little smile. It made him seem a bit more boyish, Roman thought. Also less threatening. A little.

Patton grinned widely, before turning around to face his brothers, a pout now replacing the grin. “Can’t we stay here after all?” he whined.

“No,” was Logan’s immediate answer.

“But it’s warm here, and there’s food too!” Patton countered, still a bit pouty. “I don’t wanna go back. We might freeze out there!”

Roman noticed how Logan’s eyes flitted to Virgil for a split second. “We won’t.”

“That’s not what you said yesterday!”

Roman stilled, because wasn’t that the truth? He had temporarily forgotten about it, with the eventful early morning, but their situation was still the same. They had sought out Virgil’s help because the vents had been cold, and dangerously so. At the time, Roman hadn’t been sure they would last until the end of the week if they stayed in the vents. That hadn’t changed.

He glanced over at his brothers, each taking a clear stance in their argument. Virgil stayed out of it, luckily. It was up to him then to make a decision. He groaned softly. He hated it when he had to be the deciding vote in such a clear-cut argument. Right now, there were only a few options, though.

They could return to the vents, and try to make do with what they could get their hands on. If they could borrow some cloth and some food, and if they huddled close together, maybe they could persevere.

They could also stay here and be at Virgil’s mercy for however long this fiasco would last. It would be warm, and they’d have food and water for as long as Virgil was willing to provide. The currently most pressing issues to their health and safety would be resolved, but then they had to introduce a new danger to their lives: Virgil.

By now, Roman was pretty sure Virgil wasn’t an immediate threat to their safety. His behaviour this morning had been a bit disconcerting, but it didn’t necessarily mean that he was planning something. There were times when he seemed to be just as alert and tense as them, and that couldn’t be because he was scared of them. No, it was more likely that he was scared for them, and that was what scared Roman.

What if Virgil’s feelings grew stronger over time, and he wouldn’t let them leave when the time came? He shuddered at the thought, but it was something he had to consider if he had to make this decision. Was he willing to take that risk to guarantee their short-term safety? More importantly, was he willing to put Patton and Logan in that situation, too?

“I’m with Patton,” he heard himself say. The argument paused mid-sentence. Two normal-sized and one humongous pair of eyes stared at him as if he’d just grown a second head.

Logan was the first one to break out of his stupor. “Roman!” If looks could kill, he would be no more. “We can’t-”

“Majority rule,” he interrupted pointedly. Logan clamped his mouth shut but he kept glaring at him.

Roman sighed. He understood Logan’s fears, he understood them all too well, but he had to be realistic. Staying with Virgil gave them the best chances of survival, and if it did turn out to be a mistake, they’d just have to find a way out of it. With that, he decided to push the thoughts away before he started to doubt himself.

“That is, if you’re still okay with it, Virgil?”

“Yeah, uh... Yeah, sure,” the human stammered. He glanced between Roman and his brothers, gaze lingering on Logan, who was clearly displeased with this outcome. After a few seconds, Virgil sat down on the ground, now facing them. “If… if you really think it’s too dangerous in my room, maybe we can, I don’t know, add some safety measures or something? Within reason, of course.”

Patton tilted his head. “What do you mean?” Roman leaned forward and even Logan looked over.

Virgil faltered a little under the attention. “Well, I mean… I could attach some ropes here and there so you guys can climb easier and… safer? And… I don’t know, I’m open for suggestions.”

For the first time in months, Roman felt like laughing.

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Chapter 8 / Chapter 10

Theta!South AU. I Guess.

Chapter: 9

Words: “i go to class from 8 to 5 then cry because my bones hurt so this took a long time to finish” (2,222)

South loved sand, at least at the beach. Building sandcastles (and knocking them down), digging around by the surf for molecrabs, it was sand made all that possible. She remembered her mother’s trick for getting sand off of them before they got back into the car. Baby powder would always make trips to the beach look like North and South had played kickball with a bag of flour.

The desert was far less inviting than the beach.

“Alright D, we’re here, sync up,” She muttered, tapping the back of her helmet. Delta synced up, the world blurring and her balance skewing for just a moment at the sudden rush of data. South forgot that he couldn’t offload his statistics to the storage unit.

“Are you alright South?” His voice was too loud, echoing from every direction. She kept her feet planted, waiting for the world to refocus as Delta’s form faded to a ghostly afterimage.

“Give me a minute,” The numbers running through the back of her mind weren’t nearly as distracting or as overwhelming as they had been the first time she had synced with Delta, but it was still disorienting.

“We might not have that long. With North’s motion trackers in his possession, we only have thermals to determine where the Meta is, and they have a very limited range.”

“But he won’t follow into the desert, right?” South started her walk into the desert, the edge of the brush and grasslands fading into pure sand with only the skeletons of ill-fated plants littering the endless wastes, dunes rising in the distance like a wave of gold against the blue sky.

“He likely doesn’t know about the UNSC soldiers, in which case he would have limited knowledge on the size of this desert and our survivability chances. He would likely stick to the mountain base, where he would have more cover. But if he does know about the soldiers, he’ll be sure to steer clear. No data shows that the Meta will attack groups of more than four even when presented with larger groups, and a UNSC platoon as small as thirty in that desert will likely be close-knit.”

“So all we have to worry about is Illinois?” She hated how her armor weighed her down, feet sinking just a little too deep into the sand to comfortably walk.

“For whom we have countermeasure prepared for. I have synthesized much of the video data related to his sister’s death as obtained from security tapes and drones with Theta’s projection system.” South avoided the brief flickers of data that Delta added to her own memories, focusing on the background noise of calculations. “He would be able to run it smoother than I, but it should buy us a few seconds, or more depending on Illinois’ reaction. The Counselor kept very little data on Agent Illinois. Likely because he was not on the leaderboard nor competitive for a place-”

“Are you sure we’re going to make it?” South thought, looking back across the expanse. The green of the distant fields was a thin strip on the horizon, disappearing as she climbed down the first sand dune of many in this trip.

“Of course. But the sooner you start walking the sooner we reach the UNSC encampment.”

“Right…” She knew Delta could feel her anxieties, her thoughts seamlessly translating to the A.I. implant faster than she could think.

“Your planned lies are acceptable. I will add corresponding data to the Freelancer data base.”

“Will the Project know?”

“Unlikely. The Project processes hundreds of simulation troopers from the UNSC. One more will not spark suspicion.” The files were sent. Hopefully the PFL database wouldn’t flag them as fraudulent. South felt a flicker from Delta, his tone softening. “Are you sure it is wise to disclose your affiliations to the UNSC, if asked?”

“No,” She laughed, alone in the desert dunes, hoping to sound lighthearted. “But the only installations that aren’t UNSC or civilian on this planet are Freelancer. They know their own, so they wouldn’t buy any records you spoof for long, and if somebody strolls up in full armor with weapons, they aren’t exactly a civi, ya know?”

“I know, but even as our best option, the likelihood of our identity remaining concealed during our stay is only approximately 26% confidence. This increases likelihood of mission failure from 12% to 39%, which, though within acceptable barriers…makes me nervous.” His presence in her head suddenly reminded her of Theta, the uncertainty and fear creeping in and invading the corners of their shared mind.

“Hey, we’re gonna be fine,” She needed to get his mind off his worried. They were keeping good pace, but she getting tired. “You got the life support on tap?”

“Life support will kick in automatically when vitals drop below normal. Water recycling is at maximum efficiency. You should eat something now, you’ll be hungry later but also too hot to eat and you’ll just end up nauseous and tired.”

“Pft, sure mom,”

“I am not your mother,” Delta said, sounding almost concerned. South snorted, coughing as a breath of sand clogged her helmet’s filters. She shook away the dust, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Delta,” South felt him relax at her tone, a small, robotic, and unconvincing laugh echoing from the artificial intelligence. He didn’t quite get the joke, but at least he understood that it was intended to amuse.

“Acknowledged. I will be in sleep mode to help conserve energy, but I will be integrated with your suit. Just call when you want me,”

“Sure thing, mom,”

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The grind of sand between South’s armor pieces was grating on her nerves, and the wind constantly whipped blasts of sand against her armor. She wondered if the paint was holding up but instead focused on the mapping in her HUD. A few more miles. A few more dunes.

Her life support systems had kicked in during the last 24 hours, water reclaimer struggling to meet more than the baseline hydration. Another dune passed under her feet, South sliding down the steep embankment out of exhaustion. She crawled back to her feet then kept walking. Delta came online.

“We’ve got company,”

“Who?”

“I picked up on a PFL vehicle tracker, seems to be a warthog,”

“Illinois,”

“Likely,”

“Can we outrun him?”

“If you start running now,”

South was sprinting across the sand, but she could only move so fast. She was dehydrated, and exhausted from days of walking. Still, she made good time. She made it to the top of a particularly tall dune and looked down to see the UNSC base. It bustled with life, mongooses rolling around the temple’s pillars, tents well-kept despite the years of desert sun and wind.

“On your right,” South reacted to Delta’s warning without thinking, throwing herself to down the dune, looking up at Illinois as she slid down the sandy slope.

“Race you to the base, fucker,” South shouted, a grin across her face as some of the still distant soldiers took notice of the individual wearing bright pink, sand scored power armor running across the sand toward the military camp.

Everything was going to work out. Hopefully. If Illinois tried to attack her, he would draw unwanted UNSC attention to the Project, which was explicitly against Recovery agent protocol. Now all she had to worry about was the UNSC soldiers killing her.

The first soldiers to meet her had ridden out on a mongoose, wearing their fatigues rather than power armor. South had almost forgotten how low tech the average UNSC soldier lived, the luxury of Project Freelancer’s technological marvels so long a constant in her life.

The two mongooses flanked her, the four soldiers letting the machine’s idle softly. Behind her, Illinois was calmly making his way to the group, weapons holstered. He knew the situation would require finesse if he wanted to leave the encampment alive, let alone finish his mission to recover South’s armor and the Delta A.I. fragment.

He sidled up to South, standing just behind her on her left. And he stayed silent, the group quiet except for South’s rattling pants. One of the mongoose riders stepped down, her visor dark. She was stout but broad shouldered, looking up at the armored soldiers with guarded curiosity.

“Who are you?” The million dollar question. And South wasn’t about to let Illinois get a word in edgewise.

“I’m Hattie Sanderson, he’s Billy West. We’re from Outpost 35-C, the Island Fortress down by the coast,” She sounded confident, and believable, she hoped, as she put an arm around Illinois’ shoulders, pulling him closer to her side. “Boy are we glad to see you guys!”

“I do not have a file prepared for Illinois’ alter ego,”

“Then make one, quick,”

“This is a suboptimal situation,”

“Thanks Delta! I couldn’t tell!”

“I am capable of recognizing sarcasm,”

“I know, now make sure the files are in line.”

“Outpost 35-C isn’t UNSC,” The woman said, not moving from where she stood. The driver of her mongoose pulled out a tablet from the vehicle’s storage, the glowing screen reflecting off his visor.

“It’s from the Freelancer Project,” South saw the soldiers physically bristle at the mention of the Project. They knew about it, maybe not much, but what they did know wasn’t good. “We were on the sim trooper teams out there, he was blue, obviously, and I was the red team leader.”

“Sim troopers?” The woman sounded curious, that was good. She flipped up her visor, dark eyes scanning the power armor. “Pretty fancy for a…simulation trooper,” The soldier with the tablet nodded to the woman. Delta’s data showed that he had been looking at their records, and everything checked out.

Delta scanned the woman’s face, pulling her UNSC file to South’s HUD. Ivanka Roberts, 39, Captain of the Canary Squad, stationed on the planet of Talitha at the ancient alien temple in the western desert. Calculating, cautious, and by the book. She would need a thorough convincing.

“Yeah, they hooked us lowly sim troops up with implants and power armor on the first fucking day. Can you believe that shit? Those Freelancer fucks could slap an A.I. in our skulls like we’re some fuckin’ Masterchief type badasses, but no, we’re the target practice and the guinea pigs for their tech upgrades.” South put her hands on her hips, huffing in annoyance. “If the UNSC has got so much functional tech I don’t see why you field soldiers live like it’s the 2030s while we’re out here debugging power armor upgrades and training some super soldier cunts in how to use their tech,”

Roberts looked hard at South, the group silent except for the hum of mongoose engines and whir of the power armor. Her HUD suddenly beeped, the water reclaimer was dangerously ineffective. With a sigh, she removed her helmet slowly, combing back her helmet hair with one hand while holding the empty helmet at her waist. She opened her mouth to speak, but Illinois interrupted.

“Listen we’re tired, thirsty, hungry, and have been travelling for several months. If you want us out of your hair ASAP and don’t want two corpses out in the sand tomorrow, we just need enough supplies to make it out of this sandpit. We’ll stick around and help out if you want us to, like, pay off the supplies or whatever but I’m this close to keeling over dead so please direct me to the nearest shallow grave or let me know if we can work something out.”

South did her best to keep her expression neutral but couldn’t hide a blink of surprise. As thankful as she was that Illinois was willing to play along, she hated not being in control of such a sensitive situation.

Roberts look between the two armored soldiers, then nodded to her own troops.

“Get them to Megan, she’ll look them over.” The captain turned back to the Freelancers. “Your armor and weapons will be stored in our armory, and you will surrender any Freelancer technology to our database. Is that understood?”

“Yessir,” South and Illinois said in unison, weakly saluting the woman. Roberts cracked a small smile and crossed her arms.

“Megan will take care of any injuries and make sure you’re hydrated and ready to help us bunker down for a sandstorm that’ll be moving in tomorrow, and soldiers,” Roberts tilted her head slightly, scanning South’s face for reaction. “We will further discuss your stay here once you are settled in, dismissed.”

South heaved a sigh of relief, disguising it as a yawn. Even in the bright sun, in terms of a 24 hour day, it was late, and she was exhausted.

“That could have gone better,” Delta lamented as South climbed onto a mongoose, Illinois dangerously close to her on the small vehicle as the driver transported them closer to the temple base.

“Could’ve gone worse too,” South closed her eyes, bones tired from days of walking and lips dry from thirst. “This’ll only be a few days, and we can handle Illinois while he’s here,”

“How do you propose we do that?” Delta read her thoughts, a flicker of horror, disgust, and delight flashing through his presence in her mind. “That is terrible idea, but, it is statistically plausible,”

“Yup. The Dakota special. Ideas so stupid that they might actually work.”

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Sorry this took so long I’ve been taking Game of Logging certification courses for the past two weeks and I’ve just been too burnt out to work on this TvT. BUT! Y’all will finally get Wash next update. I’ve still got some surveying and mensi classes for the next month or so, and after that I’ve gotta work for the summer, but I’ll keep working on this! Thanks to all y’all that add comments or tags or shit when ya reblog, really makes my day.

#rvb #red vs blue #rvbfic #rvb south #rvb illinois #rvb delta #agent south dakota #delta ai fragment #agent illinois #theta!south au #the fanfic #its not the best but its DONE and i (and the plot) can move tf on from this transition chapter #happy pride 🌈#south is wlw and its canon i said so #im sorry yall im rlly tired. i finally got to be on the landing today bucking logs to length and driving the loader but im still tired.#i proofed this like once ten minutes before posting im so sorry ill check it out tomorrow but tonight #i sleep

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megsironthrone · 7 years ago

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Doctor’s Appointment

Based on this request: Hello! Love your stories and writing style! Could I request a Sandor x nurse!reader where Sandor gets hurt at his job (your choice his profession) and has to get cleared by a doctor and meets the reader in the process? Cue awkward and fluffy interactions that lead to a date? :D Really silly but I thought it would be cute! from @angelwithhorns1017

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Here’s your one-shot lovely! I do not own Sandor or Margaery. They belong to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: mentions of past injury. Fluff, awkwardness. Modern AU

Pairings/Characters: Sandor Clegane x nurse!reader, Margaery Tyrell.

Being a nurse, you came into contact with all sorts of people. People of all shapes, sizes, and illnesses or injuries. You thought you were prepared for anything. And then...he wandered into the clinic. He was a giant of a man, standing nearly seven feet tall and built like an ox. You could see muscles bulging under his shirt every single time he moved. He had scars on his face that would have scared the living daylights out of someone else. But no, you thought you were prepared for anything. So did he.

When Sandor walked into the office, he was determined that the doctor would let him go back to work. He couldn't stand not being able to work and he hated the thought of having to have a doctor, a stranger, clear him for duty. Still, he knew he needed to cooperate or he'd be stuck at home for even longer. He never expected to meet someone in the middle of the doctor's office...at least not someone who wasn't afraid of him.

People scattered as far away as they could when Sandor came in. Even the receptionist behind the desk looked like she mind faint at the sight of him. But then again, he was used to that. The scars on his face usually did that. What he wasn't used to was the nurse that approached him.

You came around the corner and called out his name. Sandor rose, preparing himself for the stares and all the questions you were going to ask about his scars. Instead, you surprised him. You only gaped for a second, and not even at his face. Your eyes scanned his entire body. You bit your lip for an instant. It was so quick that Sandor almost didn't catch it. Then, you smiled at him and ushered him back to the exam room.

Once he was seated, you cleared your throat. you flipped through his chart. "Okay, Mr. Clegane, says here you were injured in the line of duty? A bomb did some damage to your leg as well as your eardrums?" Sandor nodded and you made a quick note. "Alright. I'm just going to check your vitals and then get the doctor for you, alright?" Another nod. You smiled at him before checking his temperature and blood pressure.

Sandor jolted a little when your hands gently wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his arm. He hoped he could calm his heart before you started or else you'd think something was wrong with him. It wasn't that you made him nervous, except you kind of did. Most other nurses did their jobs effectively but quickly with Sandor so they could attend their less scary patients. Not you. You were gentle and took your time as best you could.

After you finished with his vitals, you jotted a couple notes down and closed his file. "Alright. I'll be back in a bit. Hopefully with the doctor. He's been a little swamped all day so he may still be running behind. I'll try to get you out of here as quickly as possible, alright?" Sandor just shrugged and you sighed before leaving the room.

As it turned out, the doctor was still busy with a patient and the other nurses had grabbed the rest of the patients already. So, you returned to the room where Sandor was. With a smile, you informed him that the doctor was still busy. "I hope my company will suffice for a little while. He arched a brow at you.

You cleared your throat and went through some basic questions, but soon ran out of those. "So what is it you do exactly that put you in way of a bomb?" Sandor frowned a little. "Police." Understanding crossed your features. "Ah, so I guess I should stop interrogating you then, huh?" Sandor rolled his eyes. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that joke, but you were so awkward about it, it was almost funny. He looked back at you and studied your face as you attempted to busy yourself with something to shake off the awkward vibe.

"Attractive little dove," he thought to himself. Well, he assumed he only thought it to himself. But the fact that you looked up at him just then with a wide-eyed expression told him otherwise. "T-Thank you," you muttered in response, meeting his eyes and Sandor felt himself blushing to the tips of his ears. The two of you were locked in that awkward, tense staring contest until the door opened and the doctor walked in.

You jumped and turned away. "Sorry about the wait, Mr. Clegane. Let's see here." The doctor looked over his chart while Sandor tried to meet your gaze again. He didn't care about the doctor as much as he did you. The doctor was only there to tell him whether or not it was safe to go back to work. You were something entirely different. You had busied yourself with something else and taking notes while the doctor spoke.

"Any more ringing in the ears?" Sandor shook his head and the doctor smiled. "Good. Dizziness, light-headedness, nausea?" Another shake. Sandor kept willing you to look at him again. "Does having Y/N in here make you uncomfortable, Mr. Clegane?" Sandor quickly turned his head to the doctor. "You keep staring over there."

"I can leave, if you'd like." Sandor shook his head vehemently. "No." He knew he'd said it a little too quickly when the doctor gave him a sly smile. "Alright then. Let's check out that leg shall we?" While the doctor busied himself with Sandor's leg, you and Sandor got into another staring contest.

Sandor was honestly done answering the doctor's questions. He wanted to get out of there. The way kept looking at him was very different than the way everyone else did. "Alright. I guess that's it. I think one more week off work and you should be good to go. See him out, would you Y/N and then you can clock out for the day." You smiled. The bonus of working for a doctor with his own practice. "Can do. Have a good evening, Doctor. If you'll follow me, Mr. Clegane, we'll get you all squared away."

You lead Sandor back toward the front desk. You entered what you needed to in his file and smiled up at him. "You are good to go. I hope to see you again soon," you stated and then mentally smacked yourself. "I mean, not that I want you to get hurt again or anything like that! I just mean, well, I...that is I-" Your co-worker barely stifled a giggle and you looked to her pleadingly, as if to say, "just put me out of my misery."

"I think what Y/N is trying to do is ask you out. Very poorly, by the way." You glared at Margaery, but she continued. "And I think you should go for it. Not every day you meet someone like Y/N." You face palmed at her. You wished the floor would just swallow you whole. Sandor hadn't said a word. He was looking at your mortified expression. He started to laugh a little and soon, his whole body shook with laughter.

"I can't say this has ever happened to me before," he started when he'd calmed down, "But I like your style." Margaery beamed as Sandor turned to you. "And I'd like to get to know ya, Y/N." You brought your hand away from your face and looked at him in surprise. "Really?" He nodded and you grinned. "Great! I mean, uh, that's great. Um, does Friday work for you?" Sandor agreed and turned to leave. He hadn't quite made it to the door when he heard Margaery say, "Stop ogling his butt, Y/N." You shushed her and Sandor had to stop himself from laughing again. This was definitely an interesting turn of events. Maybe his last week of leave wouldn't be so bad after all.

(a/n: I have no idea where I was going with this, but I hope you like it.)

@brewsthespirit-blog @gameofwinters @littlemisscaptainfandom @frozenhuntress67 @line-viper @etherealpotter @obsessedwithgot @cd1242 @ladyoakensheildmalfoypurdymanson

#george r.r. martin #game of thrones #got #sandor clegane #sandor clegane x reader #sandor x reader #modern au

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crossnecklace · 8 years ago

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hi hi hi! so i feel like a lot of my most favorite fics dont get talked about much, therefore i wanted to create a proper fic rec masterpost to spread the love!! this is going to be a looooong list, so hopefully theres something for everyone (though i do firmly believe u should read every single one of these before u die)

in no particular order, but a * indicates my absolute faves that i reread monthly:

hats off to my distant hope by navigator (21k) *

Harry is in White Eskimo. Louis is in London.

AU loosely inspired by the song “505” by Arctic Monkeys.

-kicking this off with one of my very favorites. i think my favorite trope is when hl have this angsty “we’re not dating but definitely fucking and also doing everything couples do also i’m irrevocably in love with you why aren’t we dating?” sort of moment. its painful in the sweetest way, and this fic captures that perfectly. there will be quite a few of those on this list, i’ll bet

up the long delirious burning blue by orphan_account (6k)

harry is a swimmer & louis is the writer who somehow manages to make him come up for air.

-this one is quite sad. so poetic and painful and lovely and unf (warning for mentions of suicide and depression, and the ending is quite ambiguous but there is no MCD)

we wreak havoc with out hearts by flimsy (9k)

Harry finds that he can’t keep things separate; neither can Louis.

Harry tousles his hair, smoothes it back, shrugging.

“Alright,” he says. “I’m, you know, outside if you need anything.”

“Yeah,” Louis replies. “Sure.”

He doesn’t look like he’ll be needing Harry, and Harry tells himself that that’s okay. They’ve both got their moods sometimes or maybe the timing isn’t good, and if it’s not then that’s alright as well. Harry can respect that. And it’s not like this is their first tour; Harry knows that Louis will come around. He always does.

-another one of those w that trope i talked about. im gonna call it the RFWB trope (romantic friends w benefits). this one is so hot and good

rather this than live without you by mediaville (10k) *

Harry decides to give it all up. Louis refuses to be left behind.

-RFWB pt. 3. i ADORE this fic. just the setting and the angst and the smut ugh it all has me on the floor

one day to believe in you by mediaville (7k)

A mysterious force compels Louis to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even when it’s really inconvenient.

Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised.

“You think about me when you get off?”

“Yes,” Louis says. He wonders how hard he’d need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out.

“Often?”

“Yes, Christ, Harry,” Louis groans. “Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I’ve been visiting family. Anything else you’d like to know?”

- :-)))))))

all my love was down in a frozen ground by navigator (16k)

Louis goes to the woods.

AU very loosely inspired by the creation of Bon Iver’s first record.

-i’ll be honest i dont even remember what this fic is about but its in my bookmarks and its by navigator so i know that its good

boys of summer by sharktoothedfawnskinned (49k) *

What he wants is for this to be a forever thing, not someplace Harry spent the summer once. What he wants is for this to be more than a memory.

(New Jersey beach town AU.)

- I SCREAM EVERY TIME READ THIS RIGHT NOW

we should get jerseys by orphan_account (12k) *

There’s a lot surrounding Harry, and Louis knows, in his heart of hearts, that there always will be. He just doesn’t know if he’ll manage to equate into the ‘always’ of it.

(Harry is a hockey player, and Louis is his slightly melodramatic boyfriend.)

- another old favorite!!! pretty much anything that involves harry being good at sports has me on my knees bc it paves way for automatic angst, louis being jealous of a puck/ball/net/what have you, and uhhh various other *athletic* activities

the finish line (is a good place for us to start) by @loaded-gunn (122k)

Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year.

It hasn’t occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever.

The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line.

-one of the first 1d fics i remember reading. i havent touched it in a long time but it used to be my #1 fave and it has a special place in my heart. so much pining, only not really in a frustrating way bc theres abundant flirting and they kiss in like, the second scene. its basically louis trying to keep his shit together and failing miserably. AND its stuffed with fandom meta which is quite entertaining if youve been here for awhile. anyway give this a read, i truly love it so much

so keep my candle bright by whisperdlullaby (78k) *

louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own.

-god. the characterization in this one is just gorgeous. the way louis helps harry accept/explore his sexuality is so beautiful and i think about it every day. a must read!!! (warning for homophobia and religious themes)

no one like you by @myownsparknow (20k)

Dear Niall,

I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.

Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.

Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.

Are you up for a trip to France?

Sincerely, Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

-this is one of the only recent fics on this list bc i like to stew in the past and pretend all my favorite writers havent left the fandom. i read it when it first came out and man oh man, its like poetry. so gorgeously written, and hl’s relationship is so deeply rooted and beautiful. i love

our little corner of the world by brownheadedstranger (30k)

AU. Louis is stuck in his mom’s diner for the summer. Harry is the line cook with a pickup truck.

-so good!! i’d die for americanized fics which doesnt even make sense bc i hate america but. what can u do

i could dream all night by @fondleeds (73k) *

As the sun kisses the horizon, one last flash of light before the stars and the moon take over, his phone will brighten in his grasp, Louis’ name appearing on screen, come over or wanna see you or miss your mouth. Harry always lingers on those messages, elbows bruising on the cool metal of the railing by the lookout, watching the water as he thumbs at the side of his phone, lips bitten into his mouth, trying to will away the bubbling in his stomach, the heat that flushes to his neck at the thought of being thought of.

At the thought of Louis thinking of him.

AU. Harry spends his summer away from the city.

-lordt. where the fuck do i begin. first of all, lysha, if ur reading this, i’d die for u even tho u already killed me with this fic. second, what the fuck???? this is so good??? the imagery is exquisite, everything is so soft and hazy and warm, but just be warned that its a tRick. this fics wraps u in like a warm hug and then stabs u 7 times in the back so be prepared :-))) (warning for ambiguous ending)

another hazy may by deLILAh (41k) *

louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

-i dnot even wanna talk about it. i swear to god the first time i read this i stayed up all night and cried through literally like the last three quarters of it. its so poetic and gorgeous and now every time i think or hear about the literary present i wanna die so thanks for scarring me forever

like a bastard on the burning sea by vashtaneradas (22k) *

au; harry breaks louis, louis breaks everything.

- listen i know im not supposed to like this but yknow what?? iconic. its absolutely a guilty pleasure and the only cheating fic ill ever give the time of day bc it just hurts so good

take me to the church (series) by @kingsoftheimpossible (14k/6k/4k)

Harry and Louis are Horsemen of the Apocalypse- War and Conquest- but that’s not really important. They just like to fuck things up.

these r freaky but so so good. theres nothin i love more than boyfriends wreaking havoc on..everything. (the main warnings i’d say are for slight gore/violence and blasphemy. other than that i’d read the tags before you dive in)

if you love me, come clean by @victoryjacket (121k) *

AU in which Louis works at a recording studio where Harry’s ‘up and coming’ and ‘exciting’, soon-to-be famous indie band has just signed a deal to record their debut album at, and Louis’ never even heard of them for Christ’s sakes, but that doesn’t stop him from repeatedly catching the eye of the raven-haired, eyeliner-wearing and slightly dangerous-looking frontman (but he’s not interested, he isn’t.)

-everyone read my love’s fic right now. she writes tortured rockstar!harry beautifully and its just so good :-))))) ft. the slowest, sweetest burn

a runaway american dream by dangerbears (15k)

AU. they take route 66 with only each other and their secrets.

-iconic. plus the whole thing is just hl trying and failing to be just bro pals and platonically share a bed

from the love to the lightning by orphan_account (22k) *

“i didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. because it’s the halves that halve you in half.”

a like crazy au where harry and louis fall in america, but have to try to make it work when problems arise that force louis to stay in london.

-definitely in my top 10. first things first, the line that fucked me up forever: “Three thousand, four hundred and seventy one. There are 3471 miles and an entire ocean between them, but Harry doesn’t even have to get out of bed to find bone-crushing heartache.” AH. i think this might actually be the only long distance au ive ever read and its angsty as fuck but oh so worth it. like literally idek what to say except read this right now (warning for harry/ofc relationship that is pretty detailed, but i grew kinda fond of her? and anyway its mainly just a plot point to emphasize harrys pining for his tru love,,,,yk who)

we can take the long way home by @eleadore (27k) *

“Fertile,” Louis says, and then laughs because it sounds stupid to say out loud. He hasn’t ever really thought of himself in those terms. Baby-making terms. It’s just one of those things his body can do, like exercise, or go without tea. Doesn’t mean he will.

or, The band takes a break. Harry and Louis come together.

-listen, i REALLY REALLY love this fic. its probably literally my favorite one shot, like, its really just so sweet and hot and its again one of those good ol RFWB tropes. loveeee

red brick heart by hazmesentir (99k) *

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.

Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.

-this is one of the few fandom faves i can get behind. i know its got that early era cliche of commitment phobe!louis but i really love hl’s relationship in this, and how harry comes to terms w his sexuality via making out w louis tomlinson like 500 times. plus the scene in the club where louis, uh, helps harry out just…GETS me, yknow?

some things take root by navigator/quitter (50k) *

AU. Louis’ ex doesn’t get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.

-pleasepleplalspelplseease. literally navigator can end me. this is THE fake relationship au yall, like, any fanart of hl making out near a bar gives me flashbacks to this fic. read it

keep yourself warm by navigator (20k)

AU. Harry sleeps around.

-this fic is really nice and oddly comforting, like, i just love the pining and the angst. its so !!!!

with love comes strange currencies by mediaville (16k) *

One day One Direction will be over and Louis won’t be around Harry every waking moment. He’ll be able to finally get some space, let their bond dissipate as it’s bound to do, if they don’t mess up again. He can move to Costa Rica and forget that Harry Styles popped his first knot inside him. Until then, he’s going to have to deal with this.

or, They’re Accidentally Mated and Dealing With It Rather Badly.

-i con ic. listen, i have nothing against abo but im just .. not rly into it. however, THIS is the first abo fic i read and the only one i ever loved. like just the whole accidental mating and how it draws them to each other even tho its quite inconvenient, and how h takes cares of l when hes sick, i just..gotta go

covered in lines (series) by mentalistecbm (24k)

He likes to imagine that he’s always aware of Harry’s eyes on him, but the spark that flashes across his body at how often Harry licks his lips while looking at his throat doesn’t feel like something he’s explicitly and consciously acknowledged before, but it feels familiar. Usual. Right.

(Louis is human, and Harry is lucky enough to be his vampire boyfriend.)

-noah fence but this is,,,, essentially twilight in au form, minus love triangles and werewolves. actually its completely different lmao, who am i, but the overall atmosphere and the vampire dynamics rly reminded me of it. i mean it in the best way!!! its so good, and anything involving dr*nking has me on the floor

weird honey by orphan_account (5k)

~staying up all night, talking blasphemous ash, weird honey~

(PWP where Harry is not 100% at home in his body and he and Louis use a sex toy to help work through the problem)

-this fic is soft and nice and makes me feel warm inside so highly recommend

who painted the moon black by throughthedark (95k) *

“People died,” Harry whispers so quietly Louis strains to hear. “People died, and I killed some of them. How does life just go on after something like that?”

Louis shakes his head. “I don’t know. It just does.”

Hunger Games AU where Louis Tomlinson is district six’s victor from the 69th Hunger Games and Harry Styles is district seven’s victor from the 72nd Hunger Games.

-listen. i do NOT want to talk about it. (ps harry throwing axes on the bbc literally took me out by the knees bc of this fic)

one more for the stars by imsosorry (16k)

It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?

(au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.)

-i think i mentioned before that sports au have me on the floor and this is no excpetion

you and me were kings by ithacas (28k) *

harry plays football in a small town in west texas. louis might be the only person that doesn’t give a damn. au.

-another football au, this one with the added beauty of being set in southern us. im such a sucker for southern aus, mannnn, and this one is so soft and beautiful

hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas (16k) *

au; harry’s in the army, louis’ back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

-are u srs????? this is another hazy may except…….Worse. like, im still working out the science of it but im pretty sure this killed me and brought me back to life just so i could suffer the pain of it forever. (nobody dies tho)

makes perfect by checkthemargins (8k)

“What if you practiced on like, a mannequin?” Louis presses. “Or one of those blow up sex dolls? Or even just like, I don’t know, a pillow or something. Whatever it’d fit around.”

Harry tilts his head thoughtfully, curls catching the light so entrancingly that Louis finds himself reaching up to push his fingers through them. “It’s different, though, innit? When it’s a real person. A pillow won’t snog me.”

“Why should it?” says Louis. “You can’t even take its bra off.”

hmmmm. hmmmmmmmm. im jus gonna leave this here,,,,,,,,,

all the diamonds you have here by vashtaneradas (21k)

it hits louis now, how fucking close to the precipice they’re standing.

or, an au feat. investment banking and children.

-its #confirmed that anything by vashtaneradas is guaranteed to be painful as hell. who said there cant be soul crushing angst in marriage/kid fics too !

wild and unruly by @100percentsassy/gloria_andrews (123k) *

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

-ending this with a classic. i trust that everyone has read this masterpiece already and that i dont have to say anything about it other than w o w

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tis all for now! happy reading and pleaseee feel free to yell @ me about these fics if you liked them as much as i did!!

#this TRULY took me for fucking ever lmao #pls ignore my sorry attempt at a banner #anyway pls read all of these i love them so much #im so picky about fics so theyre all amazing its confirmed #fic rec #fics #hl #larry fic #my fic rec

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genyatta · 8 years ago

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Fanfiction Recommendation Masterpost

A little later than I promised (oops), but the updated masterpost of fanfiction recommendation is here! Now featuring NSFW fics, too, though the list for that one is a bit... shorter than the others.

Incomplete Fics (as of compilation):

Clarity Line by SimonBlackchill (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Genji has family issues and sorts them out by prank calling the supposedly psychic omnic who appears on television. He gets a lot more than he bargained for.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11857479/chapters/26771082)

Saturday Morning Sentai by Phylix (Rated M; No Warnings Apply)

Sentai AU that’s a little bit more like modern superheroes; not necessarily gritty but a little more realism is tied to it.

Personal warnings for depictions of violence and usage of drugs, though none are explicitly described.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11536227/chapters/25900470)

Ryujin Sentai Goranger – Season 3; Episodes 1-11 by choriarty (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Brought to you by the same author of “Oni and Okashi”, it’s the third season of the show Ryujin Sentai Gorangers! (In choriarty’s words, “don��t worry about seasons 1 and 2 the 3rd one is best”.) It’s a combination of Sentai, Power Rangers, and Sailor Moon and is the fic to read for all your cheesy, glorious Sentai needs. One of my personal favorites.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11721924/chapters/26403825)

At the End of the Day by Anemoso (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Pretend Relationship AU where Genji’s still human.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11252334/chapters/25154838)

Miraculous by choriarty (Rated G; No Warnings)

Genyatta Week Summer 2017

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11275392/chapters/25217517)

Senses by enigmatic_fossil (Rated T; No Archive Warnings)

One person’s take on Zenyatta and Genji meeting and subsequently traveling together.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9875360/chapters/22151882)

Summer by Trashbab (Nopholom) (Rated T; No Archive Warnings)

Genyatta Week Summer 2017

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11317809/chapters/25331091)

Hero by phalenne (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Sentai AU

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11135469/chapters/24848712)

Deleted Scenes by Hubris_and_Crafts (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Side stories from wyntera’s Popcorn Redemption, starting with (and so far only having) Genyatta getting together with the movie Hero of My Storm. Also Shambali Shenanigans.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10564467/chapters/23340591)

Ain’t No Sunshine on the Psychic Plane, Darlin’ by notzenyatta (Rated T; Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Zenyatta is kidnapped, Genji rescued him under mysterious cicrumstances and nothing is right.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9861998/chapters/22129547)

The Dragon Becomes Me by thel9stwea699 (Rated T; Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Weredragon Genji is ousted from his clan and wanders the world, and accidentally stumbles across Zenyatta.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8965348/chapters/20507371)

Summer Love – Genyatta Summer Week 2017 by snickering_lemon

(Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11341377/chapters/25381869)

Judgement by vibidi (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

I can see why I don’t see a lot of talk about this one, but I promise it’s worth the time! Genyatta is a little bit of a side note in this one. It follows Zenyatta through the Recall and trying to deal with his own issues as well as coming into a team where not everyone likes the fact that he’s there. Also, honorable mention of the alternate title: Maybe the Iris Was the Friends We Made Along the Way.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7511021/chapters/17074232)

Moments of Hana by ObsidianCoffe (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Focusing on Hana “D.Va” Song, Genyatta is definitely in the foreground and features in at least two of the (currently) five chapters. It’s adorable and also great in terms of team relations.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9095728/chapters/20678545)

Those Who Need It by tea_and_outer_space (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Modern, human AU where everyone has some form of chronic illness, pain, or mental condition, but they all find friends in a free group therapy. Genyatta’s not really a focus of the fic, more so the parts about Genji.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8806711/chapters/20190952)

The Tale of the Lost Dragon by the artisticfox (Rated T; No Archive Warnings Apply)

Directly related to another AU I haven’t read (yet), it can serve as a stand-alone. Mythical AU.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10611681/chapters/23465982)

I Would Move Mountains by twitchtipthegnawer (Rated M; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Hybrid AU where Zenyatta is human and Genji is a hybrid. They set off from Amsterdam to Nepal, but the peaceful journey isn’t always so peaceful.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9894521/chapters/22180067)

Dragon’s Guide by Ayleid (Rated M; No Warnings Apply)

You’ve heard a lot about this one already! Slow burn, modern day, college professor AU. Definitely a good read but super lengthy – don’t start this one at 2 am. Or 11 pm. (Trust me.) There’s actually a side fic where Genji, Hana, and Lucio all make academic vines which I recommend as well, though Genyatta isn’t even really mentioned in that one. It’s the second link.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8155211/chapters/18689135)

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10324025)

Mountain Air by calaverita (Rated M; Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Angst fest Genji who becomes slightly less angsty and is more smitten with Zenyatta.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10713933/chapters/23735895)

Make My Spirit Still by Poee (Rated M; No Warnings Apply)

AU in which the brothers are friendly with each other but are stagnating in skills. Therefore, they are sent to learn among the Shambali. Human AU where “Hanzo doesn’t get access to the sharp object cabinet just in case”. (I don’t think it’s going to be continued, however, so fair warning.)

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8172763/chapters/18726142)

True Self, Without Form by Byacolate (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

True self is without form.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9333578/chapters/21149138)

A Different Color of Bullshit by scarvesandjumpers (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Hanzo struggles with reconciling who Genji was and is, as well as what he was told.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12114795/chapters/27472290)

Omnic Don’t Care Where I’ve Been by orphan_account (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Currently on hiatus, it seems. But AU where Zenyatta is a caretaker omnic and Genji needs help after a bad car “accident” leaves him a cyborg. He ends up crushing on his caretaker and wanting to know him better outside his job. Slow burn, NSFW.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/8757145/chapters/20073493)

Complete Fics (as of the compilation):

Blankets and Comforters by UranianProcyonid (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Genji suffers from sleep paralysis, and Zenyatta helps him calm down after an episode.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12545748)

Blinding by Ora (Finale) (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Junkenstein verse story. The Summoner and the Witch try to blind the Iris by killing of its servants. (Symmetra/Mercy, implied Genyatta).

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12572004)

Day 4: Forehead Touch by Raepocalypse (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Soulmate AU. Genji is confused on how to show Zenyatta intimacy; Zenyatta shows him how.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12360000)

Kitsune Koibito by choriarty (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

AU of Oni and Okashi where Zenyatta the kitsune is accidentally summoned by Genji.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12348279)

Homesick by acetone (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Homesickness is a strange concept for Zenyatta.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12133815/chapters/27523638)

Emmoni by Anemoso (Rated G, No Warnings Apply)

Genji has medical anxiety.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12098610)

On the Hilltop by cellostiel (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Human AU. Genji and Zenyatta go on a date.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12655449)

Firsts by Starshifter (blueiaf) (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

The first meeting between Genji and Zenyatta happens when Genji’s running from the cops and accidentally enters someone’s home.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/11974221)

Mind, Body, and Soul by Grovey (Rated T; No Archive Warnings)

Genji and Zenyatta at the Shambali Monastery as Genji comes to terms with his own self (and feelings for Zenyatta, who’s dealing with his own issues).

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10067147/chapters/22433117)

What’s Left by robberreynard (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Genji has issues and Zenyatta is perceptive.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11544492)

kisses & rainfalls by crystalldragon (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Human, College AU that is all fluff. Genji and Zenyatta wait in the rain for Mondatta to pick the latter up after a trip to Japan.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11581083)

Hum by SimonBlackchill (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

It’s a rainy day, and Genji makes the most of it. With some encouragement from Zenyatta. If you read “Paw Beans”, it’s now a series with this as the second installment. Series is the second link.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11586216)

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/779571)

The Highest Priority by Bumbles (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Zenyatta thinks about Genji and what the ninja means to him.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11615607)

Garlands and Other Tricks by SimonBlackchill (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Third in the series with “Paw Beans” and “Hum”, flower crowns and gentle kisses in a flower field.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11625597)

Quiet Solidarity by fre (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Eating is a complicated thing for Genji, not so in the action but more so in the preparation. Zenyatta’s priority is Genji’s comfort, first and foremost.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11720706)

Blooming by NeonCandies

A Hanahaki Disease fic – Hanahaki Disease being where unrequited love is expressed in flowers that grow in someone’s body. A problem for humans, but less so for omnics.

The blooming cherry blossoms still put Zenyatta at risk.

(Implied Reaper76 as well).

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11730870)

Isolation by fre (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Genji’s experience with death and how he associates himself haunts him. Zenyatta does his best to help.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11836458)

Feathers and Scales by SimonBlackchill (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Starcaller AU. Starcaller Zenyatta runs into Aquila, and Dragon Genji saves him.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11869821)

tactile by viscrael (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Pre-relationship. Genji has problems sleeping because of something on the horizon and Zenyatta is tactile.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11947926)

Afternoons (More or Less) by Brightspark (Kitchat) (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Genji wonders if accepting the Recall was the right move, and Zenyatta comforts him as best he can.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/12001608)

Catharsis by Anemoso (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Genji is tired and Zenyatta is mischievous. Also mutual pining and sharing a bed.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/12006219)

Where the Past and Future Meet by KNACC (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Genji and Zenyatta sort through an old storage locker that holds relics from Genji’s past. Part of the “Something About Us Verse” series.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/12058251)

Paw Beans by SimonBlackchill (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Zenyatta and Genji go into a cat café. Adorableness ensues.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11537913)

Pulling My Black Waters by SimonBlackchill (Rated G; No Archive Warnings)

Genji helping Zenyatta with Mondatta’s death.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11512494)

Fellow Feeling by hyrulehobbit (Rated G; Chose not to use warnings.)

Networking fic where Genji and Zenyatta have a mind-blowing experience. Personal warning for possibly graphic depictions of violence.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11484555)

Opening Night by choriarty (Rated G; No Archive Warnings)

Modern College Theatre AU.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11456850)

Rememberance by hyacinthis (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings)

Genji helps Zenyatta as best he can.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11434575)

Genyatta Prompts by LegendaryBard (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Short and sweet, ten one-word prompts that all deal with Genyatta.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11339862)

Nobody’s Perfect by deerna (Rated G, No Warnings Apply)

Pre-ship that is technically a part of Genyatta Week Summer 2017. Genji and Zenyatta end up watching Some Like it Bot.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11319801)

a whisper that’s just loud enough to make out by Fluoradine (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Human AU. (I can’t tell if it’s supposed to be part of Genyatta Week Summer 2017 or not.)

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11316966)

in good memory by Fluoradine (Rated G; No Archive Warnings Apply)

While it’s been a year since the Overwatch Recall, it’s also been a year since Mondatta was assassinated, and Zenyatta and Genji go to have a memorial for him. It’s a bittersweet piece.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10985955)

somebody said you disappeared in a crowd viscrael (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

A brief talk about Genji and Zenyatta’s first “meeting”.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10978209)

Beautiful by SlishFlash121 (Rated G; No Archive Warnings Apply)

Short, cute piece about touch.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11011611)

Winter in Nepal by theorchidhorror (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Love confession – prompt “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10934634)

Melting Hearts, Melting Circuts by RojoManzana (Rated G; No Archive Warnings Apply)

It gets cold in Nepal. Genji ensures Zenyatta doesn’t freeze over.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10903665)

earth and sun by Fluoradine (Rated G; No Archive Warnings Apply)

Genji is leaving, but he wants to give Zenyatta something before he goes to remember him by. Problem: it can’t be just anything.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10885608)

To Do Things Right by Agent_Fluff (Rated G; No Archive Warnings Apply)

Shimada Genji doesn’t do a lot of things. The writer lives up to their name.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10882908)

People Watching by choriarty (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Oni/Kitsune AU.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10818378)

Genji’s Diary by nicoisbest (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

A twist on the cliché you’re expecting. It’s solid fluff.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10799217)

Memory of Happiness by Scientia_Fantasia (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Genji helps Zenyatta deal with Mondatta’s death.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10738212)

Embrace Tranquility by Scientia_Fantasia (Rated G; No Archive Apply)

Fluffy piece about Genji being touch starved. Oh, also love confessions.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10730634)

Glitches (as a metaphor for genji’s emotional state and as a general pseudo-medical term for omnic illness by notzenyatta (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings/No Warnings Apply)

I kid you not that’s the full, actual name of this fic. They’ll be another one by them in the list. But I promise it’s actually a really good read with pre-relationship worried Genji and cool as a cucumber but sweet as cotton candy Zenyatta. Sick fic.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10703907)

The Little Things by Fis (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Literally just fluff.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10580415)

Push and Pull by Masu_Trout (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Even in Numbani, Genji doesn’t feel like he belongs. Zenyatta tries to make him feel better.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10579749)

Mercy by notzenyatta (Rated G; Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Zenyatta and Mercy have a disagreement and Genji tries to comfort his robot boyfriend.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10506012)

Transcendence by FandomAmbassador (Rated G; No Archive Warnings Apply)

Genyatta marriage proposal and subsequent wedding. Also Hanzo is a good bro.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10471548)

chuck-a-hunk-o’-wood-and-slice-it-in-half-mid-air-with-your-katana by notzenyatta (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

I wasn’t kidding. Anyway, Genji is touch starved and deals with affection poorly. Zenyatta calls him out on it eventually.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9903479)

Slow Motion by dressrosa (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Fluffy, gay robots during a rain shower.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9692087)

Waltz of the Flowers by FandomAmbassador (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

They dance. So fluffy.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9588608)

Chocolate by 4RU (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Genji makes chocolate for Valentine’s Day.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9300137)

Snow Day Antartica by Dorianssecretlibrary (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Has McHanzo and ZarMei (what’s their ship name?) as well. Classic snow day activites shared between couples after an impromptu vacation.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9291461)

new year; new love by jyoou (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Nostaliga and new beginnings. Isn’t that what the New Year is all about?

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9272669)

Resolutions by novalillies (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Happy New Year, you gay robots.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9143755)

Jokes by biTurret (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Zenyatta tries to help Genji cheer up with Mondatta’s encouragement due to the cyborg’s issues with adapting to the monastery.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9130015)

Morning Ritual by AlphaKantSpell (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Slice of life of two beings waking up.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9075343)

Christmas Letters by Nievia (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

In which Genji is #relatable and struggles with finding the right words to write. Oh and love confessions, those to.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8981725)

Zenyatta Mondatta by greygerbil (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

AU where the omnic crisis never happened, leaving omnics as servants to humans still. Genji meets Zenyatta, who defies all of his expectations.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8787916)

Paths Converging by greygerbil (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Zenyatta decides to leave the monastery, and Genji realizes that he can either go with him or stay. Love confessions.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8769853)

Snow Day by FryinHawaiian (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

For Genyatta Week 2016, first snow day. Pre-ship.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8761771)

Doubt by greygerbil (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Genji doubts his place. Zenyatta helps him and Genji asks to be his student. Pre-ship.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8758942)

Thankful by MamaPenguin (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

What are you grateful for? Follows the whole Overwatch Team during Thanksgiving.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8644501/chapters/19825021)

Blue Slipper by HamandChiise (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Cinderella AU in which Zenyatta is not a damsel in distress and Genji is smitten.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8465686)

Hide ‘n Seek by LovePills (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Cute, innocent one shot about Genji and Zenyatta playing hide and seek. Cause why not?

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8151697)

Always Comfort by Exorciststuck (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Genji helps Zenyatta deal with Mondatta’s death.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8146078)

Kiss the Cook by xXCrossArrowXx (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Genji didn’t know Zenyatta could eat, much less cook.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7216384)

Alongside by bexacaust (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Domestic fluff.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7210886)

Mercy Deserves Better by ObsidianCoffe (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Mercy’s not paid enough to deal with a crushing cyborg and semi-oblivious monk. Not Gency.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7184141)

Kintsugi by Fledgling (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Zenyatta is a sweetheart and Genji’s in love with him. Established Genyatta.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7140650)

Sore in the Morning by xXCrossArrowXx (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Morning kisses and fluff.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7045282)

Monster by overlordy (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Genji is haunted by a child’s remark. Zenyatta tries to banish the thought. Love confessions ensue.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7039558)

Digital Love overlordy (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Fluffy love confessions.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7039279)

Broth by artvinsky (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Genji cooks for the team that has become a family to him. Background Genyatta.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7027552)

Petals by tinybeasts (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Bastion tries to make friends with the other robos.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7294342)

A Step at a Time by Brachydios (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Zenyatta has a crush on Genji and Lucio is the best bro. Love confessions – and also mischievous Zenyatta.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8033239)

Dandelion Pine by Byacolate (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Hanzo and Zenyatta both worry when Genji is sent on a mission without them.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8005462)

Little Surprises by Exorciststuck (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Genji tries to surprise Zenyatta He succeeds when he least expects it.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7975795)

Impromptu Nap by stripesyturtle (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Genji sleeps and Zenyatta helps him do so peacefully.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7961299)

Peace by Musical_McCree (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

In which Zenyatta is #relatable and doesn’t want to wake up. Genji tries to smooth the transition.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7793488)

Wearing the Pants in the Relationship by Brachydios (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

A silly, fluffy thing where Genji steals Zenyatta’s pants and the latter just wants to go to the meeting. Established Genyatta.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7762960)

Is This Easy Mode? By iencourageviolence (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

I’m just going to say “arcade date” and leave it at that. Established Genyatta.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7749790)

Park Bench by pyropinkfish (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Human Genji meets Zenyatta in a park. Well, more like finally introduces himself to the omnic he always sees walking through it.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7826407)

Ticklish Bird by Rhymepod195 (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Talon Genji and Sunyatta Zenyatta fluffy drabble. Implied Genyatta.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7932394)

ryuu no ikari by weegie8 (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

McHanzo and Genyatta. The Shimada bro’s significant others are captured and have induced their wrath. Badass Shimada bros.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7646635)

metamorphic frying pan of love by agmundr (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Zenyatta is a dog walking fashion disaster. Genji, for reasons beyond his own comprehension, is smitten. (Human AU.)

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7739431)

Warmth in Winter by Brachydios (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Fluffy morning with the robos. Established relationship.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7741126)

the clouds breathe for you by agmundr (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Human Kid AU where Zenyatta and Genji bond over being different.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7741702)

Stars by goldengoddess (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

Genji and Zenyatta take a break from a party and confess their love.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7431639)

Deepest Sympathies by Beldam (Rated T; No Archive Warnings)

Reverse AU; Genji helps Zenyatta after the death of one of his brothers.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11455731)

Summer Start by Lacertae (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Genyatta Week Summer 2017

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11317908)

Oh the Time That Has Passed by MedicDuFrense (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Written for PutridVodka’s Hidden AU, combines canon with AU.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/112509390)

Rhythmic by Lacertae (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Pre-ship dancing.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11266248)

The Path is Never Straight by sturmfreii (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Deals with Genji having a heavy dissociation episode and Zenyatta trying to help him. Lots of fluff at the end.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11202195)

A Purple Glow in the Dark by BenevolentErrancy (Rated T; No Archive Warnings Apply)

Shit goes sideways as Genji and Zenyatta make their way to Gibraltar after the Recall. Bittersweet. Has a fight scene in it but not a graphic one.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10913598)

Folding Papers by Lacertae (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Starts out pre-relationship and ends with established Genyatta. Genji wants to give Zenyatta a gift since he’s been under the monk’s tutelage for a year now.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10765821)

Lend Me a Hand by Sp00kWorm (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Author might be Spookworm; it’s hard for me to tell. Anyway, fluffy as cotton candy marriage proposal.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10738689)

like sunlight dripping by SmugShimada (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Nomad Genji and Sunyatta Zenyatta. Fluffy drabble.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10541169)

a little world created by love by crystalldragon (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Non-binary Zenyatta and Genji take a vacation and discuss the possibility of children.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10329641)

Along the path Happiness Follows by Lacertae (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Friends to lovers. Honestly the summary is best. It’s a slightly longer read, but worth it.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10038347)

being more (than what i’ve been) by mywordsflyup (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

College Librarian AU.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9777761)

I Think, Therefore by Byacolate (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Bastion has some questions about love.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9297197)

Touch by Lacertae (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Genji is both touch starved and reluctant to initiate contact.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9279623)

The Greatest Life and Stickiest Leaves by Byacolate (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

I have to make honorable mention of one of my favorite tags: “Shimada Genji’s Affection Erection”. Anyway, fantasy/mythical creature AU with unresolved romantic tension and pining Genji.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9272825)

Cardamom and Pepper Kick by Byacolate (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Technically part of a series, but the first part is incomplete McHanzo and is unnecessary to read to enjoy this one. Anyway, supernatural AU featuring fluffy, domestic witches and oracles.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9212012)

The Mistletoe Started It by Mo-Mouse (abyssmalDeath) (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

In which Genji and Zenyatta kiss under mistletoe and proceed from there.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9060754)

A Letter to an Old Friend by greygerbil (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Genji struggles for words here, too. Luckily, Zenyatta knows how to help him.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8950960)

A Call to Arms by greygerbil (Rated T; Graphic Depictions of Violence)

The Shambali are attacked, and Genji and Zenyatta are of the few able to help. Doesn’t mean Genji’s not worried about it though. (Part of Genyatta Week 2016.)

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8826880)

Tannenbaum by tenuous_pteradatyl (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Written for Genyatta Week 2016. Just holiday fluff.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8814034)

Follows Me Everyday by goonyte (Rated T; No Archive Warnings Apply)

Genyatta Week 2016

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8796163)

Preternatural by tenuous_pteradatyl (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

AU where Genji is a dragon and Zenyatta seeks to help those who need it.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8793262)

Hesitation by greygerbil (Rated T; Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Genji is reminded of how precious his and Zenyatta’s time together is and comes to the conclusion that he has a question to ask.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8779642)

Trust by Unchained_Silver (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Genji eventually shows his trust to Zenyatta – by showing his face. Zenyatta has a crush.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8758450)

Universal Motion by Balenae (Rated T; Chose not to Use Warnings)

Mondatta and Zenyatta have a discussion. Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, the truth.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8457913)

Take a Load Off by alohiel (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

The Overwatch team has a Thanksgiving feast. Featuring sweaters and Bohemian Rhapsody.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8255999)

parlez-vous francais? ;) by slxightofhand (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings/None Apply)

Literally just kissing.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8119057)

A New Man by Sp00kworm (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Again, might be SpOOkworm (it’s hard for me to tell). Anyway, one shot about Zenyatta helping Genji in the very beginning. More about Zenyatta than Genyatta.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8049931)

Needy Sparrow by Flamenoodle (Rated G; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Genji feels the need to share his affection.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8066935)

New experiences by Iyrs (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

In which Zenyatta wonders what it would be like to feel, and Genji shows him that he can.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7803862)

Sugar Crystal Sisyphus by Byacolate (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Human AU where Genji works in an ice cream parlor and is a little in love with one of their regulars.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7865452/chapters/17961538)

curse.exe by Byacolate, mywordsflyup (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Frog Prince AU. Has a podfic by Arioch that’s about 55 minutes long. Podfic is the second link.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7542721/chapters/17150755)

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7812148)

Hug by ObsidianCoffe (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Recovery is not a straight line. Zenyatta helps Genji.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7472859)

Touch Starved by chelseyelric (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Genji is touch starved, but is afraid to initiate it. Zenyatta has no such boundaries.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7468689)

Similar Pains by Corvidae_Corvus (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

First meeting between Genji and Zenyatta. Zenyatta heals Genji, but physical wounds are fleeting compared to those on souls.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7383715)

Floating by chelseyelric (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Genji got an upgrade and is now able to levitate like Zenyatta. Well, he would be if he stopped overthinking it. Zenyatta helps him with the happy thoughts part of the Peter Pan saying.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7367965)

A Chapel of Unreason by Byacolate (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Cuddles. Literally just cuddles. Established Genyatta.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7287325)

The Saltiest Sea Knows its Own Way to Me by Byacolate (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Just gentle fluff.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7270618)

Softly by ObsidianCoffe (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Kissing. That’s it.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7234276)

Sketches and Kisses by xXCrossArrowXx (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Genji decides to sketch Zenyatta one day.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7003711)

empty nester by goabani (Not Rated; Major Character Death Warning)

It has a happy ending, I promise!

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11001438)

Catching Stars by choriarty (Not Rated; No Warnings Apply)

Starcaller AU. (For those like me who have no idea what that is, it’s Space-y/Fantasy AU.) Love confessions and first meetings.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10696773)

In Plain Sight by cellostiel (Not Rated; No Warnings Apply)

Zenyatta talks to himself in Nepali. Genji wants to know what he’s saying.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9858461)

Suteishi by BashfulInfidel (Not Rated; No Warnings Apply)

The road to recovery is never easy; especially not with the wide canyon between the brothers now. Genji tries, Hanzo tries, and Zenyatta tries because it’s important to Genji.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8480398/chapters/19432723)

Cuddle Time by superfast_pinetree (Not Rated; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Drabble about sleeping in the same bed.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8766571)

Flower Crown by Flamenoodle (Not Rated; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

In which Genji teaches Zenyatta how to make flower crowns.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7921822)

A Perfect Night to Dance by Ladytronus (Not Rated; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Pining central as Genji and Zenyatta dance.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7950175)

i remember touch by choriarty (Rated M; Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate says to you appear as a tattoo. Follows Genji.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11096397/chapters/24757362)

Convalescence by tenuous_pteradatyl (Rated M; No Warnings Apply)

From first meeting to travelling to joining Overwatch after the Recall, this follows Genji and Zenyatta and their growing relationship as shit goes sideways with the Shimada Clan. Also some nice brotherly relationship with Hanzo and Genji.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7971889/chapters/18234664)

Ode to the Lettuce Leaf by Byacolate (Rated M; No Warnings Apply)

Rapunzel/Witchcraft AU where Zenyatta is in a tower and Genji finds said tower.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9612344)

You Must Forgive Yourself by megsblackfire (Rated M; Major Character Death)

This is part two of a series but it’s not necessary to read the first one. Hanzo drowns and Genji blames himself. Hanzo doesn’t blame Genji, but how’s he supposed to tell him that when he’s a bearded dragon? Pre-ship Genyatta.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8460973)

Oni and Okashi by choriarty

(Rated T before being rated E for Chapter 13; the chapter’s skippable. No Warnings Apply.)

Oni Genji meets Witch Zenyatta when the latter summons him completely by accident. You’ve actually probably heard a lot about this one as well; there’s a lot of brilliant fanart for it!

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9506510/chapters/21505331)

Series:

Something About Us by KNACC

Delves into the relationship of Genji and Zenyatta – sort of slice of life, in-between moments. Follows Genji. Main fic is incomplete and rated “E” for Chapter 10, the other two are complete and are rated “T”.

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/603112)

Kamen Hero Dragon by KNACC

Slow to update but oh, so worth it. Sentai AU; second installment is Genyatta Week 2017.

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/757815)

Pit Viper by Byacolate

Sanzang Zenyatta/Oni Genji; the best way I can describe this is “whimsical”. All the same, they’re both fairly short but sweet. There’s even a podfic of them both by Arioch (second link).

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/750234)

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/11299500)

the curving path by chuchisushi

Described as a “five plus one that got a little out of hand”, the main story is a super long read but holy mother of things great and small, it’s one of my personal favorites. Also has a podfic by Arioch (I have it downloaded; it’s about 1 hour and 45 minutes long). Again, podfic is the second link. The second installment is just smut, while the third focuses mainly on Tracer interacting with Genji and talking about him.

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/592528)

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11047359)

Equilibrium by NeverwinterThistle

Hurt/comfort series with more comfort than hurt. Both pieces are on the longer side and slightly introspective.

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/600055)

Color Palette by Balenae

The first piece is rated E but has more than just smut (even if it is present in almost every chapter). It’s not completely necessary to read to understand the series: it’s an AU where Genji is still human and meets the Shambali when they come to Hanamura. Second installment has “a glimpse of canon” and the third one is pure smut. Still, a good read.

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/560945)

Collection of small Genyatta drabbles by bluegemini

Exactly what it says on the tin, neither piece is over 500 words. Super cute and super fluffy.

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/589489)

Moments by Balenae

The first installment is rated E for chapters 9 and 10, both of which are pure smut. Warning for major character injury and non-graphic descriptions of violence and pain. Second installment is a prequel about Genji and Zenyatta’s first meeting.

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/517945)

^^^ Genyatta Week Series

Casualhomesatanism Genyatta Week 2017

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/757173)

Angededesespoir Genyatta Week (2016)

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/603835)

Sacramental_Wine Genyatta Week Summer 2017

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/757812)

Evanescentwoodnymph Genyatta Week (2017)

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/757323)

Mo-Mouse (abyssmalDeath) Genyatta Week 2k17

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/757104)

LittleMissSweetgrass Genyatta Week 2016

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/600691)

Angededesespoir Genyatta Week (2016)

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/603835)

SuklaaSiili Genyatta Week 2016

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/600811)

YoousUffish Genyatta Week 2016

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/600511)

TymBunn Genyatta Week 2016

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/599743)

4RU Genyatta Week 2016

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/602065)

Overlordy Genyatta Week 2016

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/600481)

Crystalldragon Genyatta Week 2017

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/758616)

Genyatta Zine:

Restless by Fluoradine (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11324097)

Kachou Fuugetsu by Beldam (Rated G; No Archive Warnings Apply)

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10867548)

The Man-Machine Dichotomy by Balenae (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Genji goes to the Shambali Monks in order to heal, but it’s not what you think. Balenae’s piece for the Genyatta Zine “We Walk In Harmony”.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11624649)

Fics where Genyatta is a side ship:

Dreams of Past and Future by jessejackreyes (Rated M; No Warnings Apply)

After being confronted by a still living Genji, Hanzo goes through with his brother’s warning of picking a side. He’s not quite sure what to expect from all of the “heroes” gathered, but he finds friends in a few of them while also finding comfort in the vigilante soldier.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9325163/chapters/21132275)

modern romance by gleed (Rated T; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Modern, Human AU where the Overwatch team lives in an apartment complex. Honestly gleed puts it best:

“Hana has no idea that the Karaoke Night she organizes will lead to this much gay nonsense.��

Gravity Plays Favorites by headraline (Rated T; No Archive Warnings)

Modern day aerialist AU; McHanzo is the main ship but Genji and Zenyatta are together and are part of the main cast. Their relationship is definitely in the foreground, though as mentioned it’s not the focus.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11314008/chapters/25321230)

Oil and Ink (Series) by Demon_Apostle

McHanzo is, once again, the main ship, but Genyatta is mentioned in quite a few of them and the 12th installment has them as the main characters.

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/637514)

Worth the Trouble (Series) by headraline

Following the trend of McHanzo being the primary ship, but Genji is one of the main characters and is in a relationship with Zenyatta. Also a good read for brotherly relations between Hanzo and Genji. They rescue a kid and end up having to care for her as shit goes sideways.

As a heads up: Genji does make a joke about incest but it’s only a joke. I don’t really think it’s that big a deal but better to be safe.

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/754671)

The New Tattoo by Unholy_Author (Rated M; Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Another McHanzo as the main focus. It’s an AU where a tattoo appears for whoever you love. It goes beyond romantic love, too, which is my favorite part. Genyatta is in the foreground of this fic even though it’s not the main focus. All done now!

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7958251/chapters/18200611)

Reconstruction by Balenae (Rated M; Chose Not to Use Warnings)

Following Hanzo, the Genyatta is mentioned but so far unfulfilled. Still a good read!

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7169135/chapters/16274675)

Non-Lethal Solace by casusalhomesatanism (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

It can comes across as McGenji at first and then switches to McHanzo. The Genyatta is more implied than anything, but it’s still a good read. Resident Shimada whisperer Jesse McCree.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10746882/chapters/23825448)

A Force For Galactic Good (Series) by LiterallythePresident

Mass Effect AU. Genyatta is heavily implied in the fourth installment and can be read as a standalone. All of them are short and sweet and despite having never played Mass Effect, I enjoyed reading them.

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/713022)

Death’s Best Man (Series) by deliciously_devient

Focuses on McCree and has past McGenji in it, though it shifts to Genyatta after the Recall (though the latter is only implied). A supernatural AU, and no, not the TV show. Since it focuses on McCree, the main ship is McHanzo and the most recent installment does have smut in it.

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/684819)

not your fault by Anna_Blossom (Not Rated; No Warnings Apply)

Personal warning of mentions of suicidal tendencies and injury, as well as a scene where someone is killed in self-defense (none of these are graphically depicted). More about Mercy and Hanzo coming to terms with one another, but Genyatta is present. Genji and Mercy are good friends. Also there’s a puppy.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10626900)

The Mariachi AU No One Asked For (Series) by arcxphxbia

McHanzo is the main ship of the series but Genyatta is mentioned in almost all of the installments and is in the foreground in the third one. College Mariachi AU (where McCree is the only one in the Mariarchi.)

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/656633)

First Time by kdwalbring (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

I never realized how much McHanzo overlaps in the Genyatta tag, but here we are. Anyway, main focus is McHanzo with Genyatta in the foreground. Also adopting children. And trans Hanzo.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8910469/chapters/20412811)

Lost in Translation by BenevolentErrancy (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

Again, McHanzo is main ship. Mostly follows Genji as Hanzo is insufferable and only flirts with McCree in Japanese. Problem: McCree doesn’t understand Japanese. Zenyatta is a gift. Genyatta is present but again, not the focus.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8108695/chapters/18583825)

Claws and Crumbs and Red Bean Buns (Series) by Byacolate and mywordsflyup (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Both pieces are rated E, though the Genyatta one only has smut in the last part of the second chapter. It’s not strictly necessary to read them in order, but the reason this is here is because the first (and main installment) is McHanzo focused, though Genyatta is in the foreground.

(https://archiveofourown.org/series/596080)

Don’t Take My Sunshine Away (Series) by Krasimer

Jumps between various members of Overwatch; it’s technically an AU since a lot of this was written before the canon came out. Mainly focusing on Reaper76, but other relationships include WidowTracer, McHanzo, Rein/Ana, PharMercy, RoadRat, and Genyatta. Also implied Sombra/Symmetra (sort of).

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/509745)

this grave ain’t big enough for the two of us by sajere1 (Rated G; No Warnings Apply)

AU where every Overwatch member that was presumed dead goes “Surprise! Not dead!” during McCree and Hanzo’s wedding. Genyatta is background. A nice, humorous piece.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7474140)

For Shits and Giggles:

The rules of the Watchpoint by DpsMercy (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10181591/chapters/22615094)

Overwatch DnD Nights by NevaRYadL (Rated T; No Warnings Apply)

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10505697/chapters/23181141)

Short List of authors of interest:

Byacolate: http://archiveofourown.org/users/Byacolate/pseuds/Byacolate

Mywordsflyup: http://archiveofourown.org/users/mywordsflyup/pseuds/mywordsflyup

Balenae: http://archiveofourown.org/users/Balenae/pseuds/Balenae

KNACC: http://archiveofourown.org/users/KNACC/pseuds/KNACC

ObsidianCoffe: http://archiveofourown.org/users/ObsidianCoffe/pseuds/ObsidianCoffe

Choriarty on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/users/choriarty/pseuds/choriarty

Short List of Rec’s:

Ryujin Sentai Goranger – Season 3; Episodes 1-11 by choriarty

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11721924/chapters/26403825)

Oni and Okashi by choriarty

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9506510/chapters/21505331)

Mind, Body, and Soul by Grovery

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10067147/chapters/22433117)

Dragon’s Guide by Ayleid

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8155211/chapters/18689135)

we slip back and to, beloved by chuchisushi

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8050102)

Something About Us by KNACC

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8114317/chapters/18598222)

Purely NSFW:

Tricks and Treats by robotfvckers (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Genji and Zenyatta go all out for Halloween. Genji becomes enamored with Zenyatta’s costume. (Cultist Zenyatta and Sentai Genji).

Both Genji and Zenyatta have a penis.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12581720)

Day 30: Sex Toys by madam_mess (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Zenyatta uses a sex toy on Genji.

No one’s genitals are mentioned completely explicitly, though it is implied that Genji has a penis and that Zenyatta has no genitals.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12565548)

Day 25: Laughter by madam_mess (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Zenyatta loves Genji, making him feel good, and making him laugh. (Cultist Zenyatta.)

No one’s genitals are mentioned explicitly.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12496632)

Of Cults and Sex by thefuckistevvs (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Zenyatta, as an omnic, lacks genitals, but that doesn’t stop him from pleasing Genji. (Cultist Zenyatta.)

Genji is trans and the author references them as “cock” and “hole”, but it is penetrative sex. Zenyatta has no genitals.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12449184)

5 to 1 by Beldam (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Reverse AU Genji and Zenyatta make a bet. Zenyatta is a graceful loser.

Zenyatta has both a penis and vagina; Genji has a penis.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12424764)

Atop the Mountain by Anemoso (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Genji stumbles across the seemingly abandoned village below the Shambali monastery. He doesn’t expect there to be someone still living in the equally abandoned monastery, and he certainly doesn’t expect to fall in love with him.

Genji has a penis. Zenyatta’s equipment (or lack thereof) isn’t explicitly mentioned.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12380934)

Day 12: Tentacles by madam_mess (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Cultist Zenyatta has sex with Genji.

Tentacle sex. Genji has a penis.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12342414)

The Call by robotfvckers (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Forewarning of mentions of Genji being drugged (though he’s not drugged during the sex portion). Zenyatta goes missing after a mission; Genji is determined to find him. Though he’s not quite expecting this.

Both Genji and Zenyatta have penises. Also tentacle sex.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12312105)

hunger like a storm by choriarty (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Continuation of i remember touch, Genji and Zenyatta are sexually intimate with each other for the first time, but Zenyatta’s just bit nervous.

Genji has a penis; Zenyatta has no genitals.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12311385)

A Minor Inconvenience by robotfvckers (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Human, College AU closet sex.

Both Genji and Zenyatta have penises.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12160998)

Side One: Harmony by robotfvckers (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Sanzang Zenyatta and Oni Genji. Zenyatta attracts a demon’s gaze.

Zenyatta has both a penis and vagina; Genji has a penis.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/11922585)

Praise by cellostiel (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Genji has a praise kink.

The tags say that Genji is trans, but genitals aren’t explicitly mentioned for either character.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/11750871)

A Blueprint of the Pleasure in Me by evanescentwoodnymph (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Written for Genyatta Week Summer Day 6: Intimacy.

Genji has a penis; Zenyatta has a vagina.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/11374932)

Sweet Sweet Craving by SacramentalWine (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Written for Genyatta Week Summer. Prompt: Beach/Pool Day

Zenyatta has a vagina; Genji had a codpiece but there’s no mention of his genitals explicitly.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/11325213)

Can I Get Your Number? By choriarty (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

AU. Genji goes clubbing with his friends after graduating from physio and meets a certain omnic.

Genji has a penis, Zenyatta’s equipment (or lack thereof?) remains unknown.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/10680033)

When You Give A Cyborg Some Clothes by LovelyMadhatter (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Genji didn’t realize he was naked for most of his time as a cyborg. When he gets some clothes, though, he notices that Zenyatta won’t stop staring at him.

Wireplay; neither character has genitals that are mentioned.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/8844013/chapters/20279956)

Good Boy by overlordy (Rated E; No Warnings Apply)

Genji has a praise kink.

Both Genji and Zenyatta have a penis; whether or not they have a vagina as well is left ambiguous.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/7523545)

Almost shameless self-insert:

Genyatta Week 2016: http://archiveofourown.org/series/600379

Genywatta Week Summer 2017: http://archiveofourown.org/series/756789

My main focus right now: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9151075/chapters/20790313

#genyatta #fanfic #masterpost #yes it's still ridiculously long

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Ships that Pass in the Night (Chapter Fifteen)

Title: Ships that Pass in the Night (Chapter Fifteen)

Tags: Alternate Timeline, AU, Slow burn, strangers to friends, friends to lovers

Words: 3183

Summary: Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to

Author's Note: Fueled by Dog pictures and @leblonde‘s amazing beta'ing skills, here is the next chapter. Enjoy!

[AO3 Link]

[Tumblr Masterpost]

It's three days before he gets a concerned phone call from his mum.

On the first day, he lets the phone ring out, starring as the light it casts falls onto the dark of his bedroom ceiling, the hazy white of it a glowing blur where he hasn't even had the energy to put his glasses on, let alone fathom his contacts. It's isn't healthy, he knows that. He can't avoid it forever, but he knows if he looks over with clear vision he'll see Dan's name on the caller ID and he can't trust himself not to pick it up. On the first day, he waits for the light to stop, for the room to be blanketed once again in darkness, light peering only at the edges of his black-out blinds, before rolling back over into the safety of his sheets.

The second day no one calls. There are few text messages he can ignore, phone vibrating on the edge of his bedside table so that the motion of it makes it fall, slipping between the edge of it and his bedframe. He leaves it there, having no more use for it that day as he once again sighs into his pillow, closes his eyes and tries to will his brain to sleep. It's not really sleep that finds him, but a strange place between asleep and consciousness. It isn't any better there than when he's awake, but at least it's something different.

The third day he's on his way back from the bathroom when he hears the phone vibrating again. He mostly just wants it to stop, so he leans over with the dizzy un-coordination of someone who has remained horizontal for the better part of 72 hours, to pick it up from its hiding place. His eyes feel scratchy, like sand has collected in grainy clumps behind his eyelids. He's wrung out, exhausted, though he's done little by way of using any energy recently.

Through the rawness of his bespectacled eyes he sees his mum's name on the screen and knows he'll have to answer. He takes a breath and is almost all the way through his 'hello' before she's launching in her tirade.

"Philip Michael Lester," her voice is that kind of stern she gets when he's done something particularly irritating. If he listens hard enough he can hear the concern too, but it's overshadowed by the anger at the moment. "You haven't responded to my text messages in three days, I hope you're not out galavanting all over the place. You didn't tell us you were going to be busy, it's not like you at all--"

"Mum," he says, his voice croaky in a way that he wishes it wasn't, cracked from disuse. "I'm fine."

"Are you ill?" her voice is a little softer, gentle, concerned.

"No," He pauses, "Maybe. Yes? I don't know."

There is silence on the other end, the steadiness of her breathing ratcheted a little, because he knows this sounds familiar, too familiar.

"Are you--" she clears her throat, "Do you need… Phil."

"I'm fine," he decides on. "Everything is fine I'm just… tired."

"When was the last time you ate something? Are you sleeping? Have you at least had some water? What about your--"

"Seriously Mum, I'm fine. I'll be fine. I just… I've had a few rough days. It's not like… It's not like before okay? You don't need to worry. Please."

"I'd feel better if you could visit."

Phil groans. "I can't."

He can't because of the effort. Because she can't see him like this. It isn't like before, he refuses to believe it's like before. He knows that, but with how he is she might have a little bit of trouble believing that. He just needs some time. Everything will be okay soon, he just needs some breathing room.

"Okay, I know you're busy."

He winces, because he isn't busy at all. He could be, should be, but he's purposefully avoiding any type of responsibility. He hasn't even uploaded or tweeted in three days. That in itself must be starting to look a little odd online.

"Have you got a friend you could call? That Dan you were talking to so much when you were last here?"

Phil's stomach sinks, he feels sick. "No." his voice is all in a rush, a little too loud, too quick.

If his mum notices anything, and she probably does because there is very little she misses when it comes to Phil, she doesn't let on.

"PJ then?"

"Maybe."

"If you can't come here then call PJ. And call me tomorrow. Please Phil, I do worry about you. We both do."

Her voice is plaintive. Like there is something dangerous and sad waiting for her, or for him, if he doesn't.

"I'll call." he says, and he endeavours to mean it.

"Me? Or PJ?"

"Both," he promises. "I'll call… both."

"Okay." She's relenting, for now. He hasn't heard the end of it though.

By the time the phone call is over he's used to being stood up. He's still swimming through a bit of a fog, but he feels like his bones have some movement to them. They are like lead weights, his arms feel heavy and his feet drag as he makes his way to the kitchen, phone swinging in his hand. But he is moving at last.

The water is cold on the way down, glass filled straight from the tap, splashing down his front as he turns it too far. He's damp, a patch of wetness seeping into the front of his shirt, but he swallows mouthful after mouthful, the fresh coolness of it soothing on his throat. It is the first time anything has broken through, poked up through the flatness of the past few days.

He's still avoiding thinking about it all directly. It's too painful, and the phone in his hand feels like a bomb that could go off at any moment. The tiny symbol blinking in the top bar, notifying him that there are messages waiting. Unanswered, unwanted, a threat that could overcome him, make him give in.

He rests his phone on the side of the sink, dangerously close to droplets of water but not close enough to do any damage. That's how he feels, close to danger, but he can pull himself back from the edge if he wants to. If he wants to.

He gulps down all but a small bit of his water, still in the bottom of the thick pint glass held in his hand. He's staring at his phone, unblinking and terrified, like it might attack given the opportunity, or if he looks away. When there is a knock at his door, he looks away.

He really doesn't want to answer it, the acidic taste of foreboding in the back of his throat tells him he knows what will be on the other side. But if he's going to try, if he's really going to yank himself back from the precipice he's currently starring in to, if he wants to erase that worrying tone in his mum's voice, he has to answer it.

He leaves the kitchen. The phone is suddenly the least of his worries.

Sure enough, when the door opens, heavy in his hand, Dan is standing on the other side. He looks a little ragged around the edges, hair curling, t-shirt askew under his jacket. Phil takes a breath and revels in the moment of silence they allow to linger between them because he knows it won't last long.

It is moments like this that he's happy his brain goes numb. Into that autopilot that carried him home. Because he can view all of this with a kind of blissful detachment, from behind a screen door fogged over with the heat of his own lethargy. He knows it isn't healthy, to allow himself to drift, he should try to be mindful, to take stock. But when the buzz of his brain gets louder and louder, the ache in his chest, the beat of his heart, the sweat on his palms growing with every passing second, the obvious choice is to allow it to take him away. To sit on the shores, watching the waves of his own anxiety crash against rocks and do nothing about it.

"You… Phil."

Dan sounds breathless, like he's run over here or like he had no idea what to prepare because he didn't really think Phil would open the door. If you'd asked Phil an hour ago, he probably wouldn't have either.

"Yes?"

He doesn't move aside to let him in as he has done hundred of times before. He doesn't gesture for him to enter his home or even offer him a kind smile. He waits, for Dan to get to the point, for him to offer a moment of resolution for this whole mess. Even a token rebuttal of everything Phil heard might be enough. Not for him to believe it, not for Phil to be fooled all over again, just to know what the hell it had all be for. He hadn't been given even that last time, just the perpetuation of more lies upon lies, only this time without his direct involvement and in direct competition with his own knowledge of the truth. He'll do anything to avoid that this time, he hopes Dan can be satisfied with what he got out of it, and that he doesn't feel the need to push it any further.

"Phil I… can we talk? Please?"

Phil tightens his grip on the door, half hidden behind it, holding it like a shield in front of himself. The mostly empty glass swings from his other hand, the small dregs of water sloshing in the bottom. He is faintly aware of the wet patch on the front of his shirt, the way his hair must look, the dark circles around his blinking eyes.

"I don't have anything to say to you."

"I don't… What the hell?" Dan takes half a step forward, like he's thinking of storming in past Phil's barricades but he thinks better of it. Stopping when he's half-in half-out of Phil's space.

Phil blinks as a thudding memory of Dan in another hallway come to mind, at another front door. It seems both so far away and so up close he could touch it. It hurts, it's too much.

"Please leave."

It sounds like begging. Because in a way, it is.

"You don’t get to do this," Dan says, shaking his head, hand reaching out to rest on the door frame, as though Phil might slam the door in his face. There is anger threaded through his words but it isn't the real kind, the hot red type of rage he thinks should be possible in this situation. It's frustration, a pleading kind of want. "You can’t keep running away from everything. I know you’re scared but it doesn’t work like that Phil"

"Please," he says, voice trembling, "Please just...leave"

"Why?" There is steely determination now, alongside the need. Phil doesn't know where to put that, other than to let him stand there, in his doorway, in the wake of it.

"Because," Phil says, pushing back against the hurt, feeling his way through to the things he wants to say.

"Because what?"

"Because none of it is real!"

It rings out. It could echo a little in the quiet of his flat, but it's possible he imagines it.

"What...what isn't real, Phil?" His brow knits, the line appearing between them stark and sudden. "I don't understand what is happening. Just… please."

Phil lets his hand drop, lets the door rock forwards ever so slightly, but he doesn't shut it.

"None of it. You and me. It was all for the views, wasn't it?" He shakes his head, letting the fog come down, feeling the hurt seep in like a blade between his ribs, it catches like a bubble of anguish in his throat and he hates it. Swallows, tries to dislodge it but it's there, choking him up and settling in for the long haul. Like it will never be gone again. "You just… I can't believe I-- why, Dan? Just tell me why you had to take it so far. You must know that I… that it wasn't fake to me. How could you?"

"Where are you getting this?" Dan asks, "Everything was fine. It's not… I'm not. Why would you think that?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It does," Dan insists, "something happened at the party? Someone said something? Look, Phil, you know everyone is full of shit at those things. I would never. Please, tell me what part of all of this seems fake to you? It wasn't I… it wasn't."

"You say I don't get to run away?" Phil asks suddenly, the dam having broken he lets it pour out. Like he never got a chance to before, just lets it take him. The anger and hurt, the betrayal, all of it. Washing over him, taking him down. "You don't get to come here and demand answers. I might not be the best at handling things, hell I might not even be completely stable but for fucks sake I was honest with you. I told you things that I--"

"I told you things too," Dan insists, "Friends, without any of the bullshit, Phil. We agreed."

"That's what I thought. I bought into all of that but… it wasn't, was it? I was an idiot because there I was happy and finally starting to believe that we could be… well, that we could be whatever we wanted to. But I should have noticed."

"Should have noticed what?" Dan says, throwing his arms in the air in a gesture that is supposed to suggest that he's at a loss, that he's finally come to the end of any of his understanding. But Phil knows better, because he'd seen it. Hadn't his brain been telling him all along? Those little suspicions. Tyler and Cat just confirmed everything he'd feared.

"Everything you did was just for the… the views. And the likes. And the followers and the… stupid fucking shippers. You tweet everything and pushed us into the spotlight at every given chance. I should have known, right from the beginning. In the bloody Starbucks when you wanted to take a damn selfie. I should have known."

Phil is breathing heavily and Dan is looking at him, lips parted eyes narrowed. The rest of his face is slack, loose and uncoordinated.

"I did those things because... " he laughs, it sounds like a sharp bark that cuts through the air between them and Phil wants to dive back behind the door. No, to shut the door altogether and have this over because whatever comes next, whatever follows that hollow callous laugh is sure to rip his heart right out of his chest. "Because I'm still just that stupid kid that's obsessed with you. Not with AmazingPhil or whoever it is you pretend to be online these days, but that weird, vibrant brilliant guy I starting watching so many years ago. The cool, funny, gorgeous, man I've been spending time with these past couple of months. I couldn't believe my damn luck. I wanted to shout to the world that I, me, Dan Howell, some weird awkward dork got to hang out with Phil fucking Lester."

Phil groans slightly, all of it a tempting vision of everything he wishes were true. But it's way too far in the other direction, it's too perfect to be real. Besides, he thinks, taking a step back and placing the glass onto the table in his hallway, flexing his fist once it's gone, even if it was real he's not that person. He's damaged, and he's always going to be damaged.

"I tweeted everything because I wanted the world to see how incredible you are. To see you the way I see you. You don't get half as much as you deserve."

Phil turns towards Dan, looking at him fully. He could swear there is true emotion in his eyes and maybe there is, maybe some of what he's saying is true. But the thoughts had been there, a conversation with his friends about what Phil could do for Dan's career. It will never go away, and Phil would be an idiot to fall for that gambit twice. Even if it's different now, if their something has morphed into something else, Phil will always be tainted by what went before.

"That… I want to believe you. Desperately. But I'm sorry, Dan. I can't."

Nothing is fixed. Nothing is made simpler in his head, he's got no closure like he'd wanted. If anything it's all the more complicated, that genuine expression on Dan's face, the earnest way he'd poured out all those sweet words. Phil longs for them to be true, wonders if he's making a mistake, but ultimately gives in to the rotten, twisted thing in his gut, the snarling beast at the back of his mind that tells him, warns him, that it's just like last time. Logic doesn't win out here.

"Please just go," he says.

Dan sighs. It's long and he drops his hand from the door frame. "You don't get to do this Phil. Run away. I'm scared too, I'm terrified. But I was happy too, so happy. I know you've got things to work through and I'm okay with that, I want you to. But don't run away, don't shut me out. It's not fair to expect me to wait."

"I'm not asking you to wait," Phil points out. "In fact, I'm telling you not to."

"Alright, if that's what you want."

Phil nods. Decisive. Sure. It's a lot more convincing than the swirl of confusion in his head, but it's for the best.

Dan sighs once more, offering the tiniest of hopeful smiles. "I hope I speak to you again anyway," he says.

Phil doesn't answer, just waits for Dan to step away and closes the door behind him.

He stares at the glass on the table, condensation beaded on the outside, leaving a ring of moisture at the base. He stares and stares letting everything roll around in his head. Dan still wants him? He'd been sharing all of that stuff because he was… happy? About Phil?

He let's Dan's words play over and over again. He stares at the glass and let's the desire for it to be true creep in. Let's it fester in his chest, fluttering like something hopeful weighed down by something mournful and inevitable.

As it twists and turns he feels his hands shake, reaching out in the final moments to sweep the glass from the table. Watching as it shatters at his feet. He can't do this, he can't deal with it alone.

He'll keep his promises tomorrow, call PJ and try to sort through all of this mess. For now, he steps over the glass with his bare feet and heads back to bed.

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EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 12

Hi, hello everyone! <3

It’s been a while since my last masterpost and I figured now would be the perfect time to post this anyway since... you know... after today, there will be no more of the real thing. So consider this as a kind of fix-it gift from moi, which you can devour when we’re all sad about the show ending. I would include the cheesy ‘Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened’ quote, but that would be kind of hypocritic since I’m already bawling my eyes out myself, so... yeah. Enjoy these fics at least! :)

Lastly, Skam might be ending, but I promise you we’re not going anywhere... As long as there are fics to recommend, we’ll be here with new rec lists at hand & ready to reply to all your asks/requests!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics. My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”. Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”.

Now, without further ado, all the fics can be found under the cut. Have fun!

ONESHOTS:

i could probably just curl up in you. by milominderbinder Summary: Isak is away at a cabin with the guys when he gets a text from Even. “hey, babe, did you take my favourite hoodie?” He is, of course, outraged that Even would accuse him of such treachery. The fact that Isak is wearing the hoodie at that very moment has nothing to do with it.

take it slowly darling, this time i'm feeling a change by ahana Summary: The first time he saw Isak Valtersen.

It's Okay to Not be Okay by okaywhateverokayyes Summary: Isak's thinking about the pieces of paper that Even still leaves him in the morning- about parallel universes and how he writes all these words that somehow are strung together to sound more articulate than Isak could ever make them sound- And it dawns upon him, what all of it means.

when your heart is bleeding, i'm coming to get you by cosetties ★ Summary: uni!au; Isak doesn't exactly expect his hookup from last week to be the love advice columnist at the school newspaper he's working at. He also doesn't expect to fall even harder for him than he already has, which is a shame, really, since Even's crushing on someone else.

i never sleep (‘cause sleep is the cousin of death) by Evenbechbaesheim Summary: Isak’s just had enough. He can’t fucking sleep. It’s never been this bad, and with the doctors news, he fears it’s about to get a whole whole lot worse.

and now my heart is ready by verlore_poplap ★ Summary: Isak's only eighteen, Even proposes a lot, everybody cries and - surprisingly - no one makes a joke about Isak being a teenage bride.

scream for air to breathe by highpraises Summary: “Can I fuck you?” Even asks, fingers mapping out the soft skin Isak bares to him, squeezing and kneading as he licks a stripe up his neck. “What else do you think I’m here for?” His voice is quiet and Even grins at him before pushing him back onto his bed. Even never dropped out of Bakka and meets 16-year-old Isak at a party.

the best place to begin by milominderbinder Summary: It's funny how fast you develop habits when you live with someone.

Where There's Tea, There's Hope by colazitron Summary: Isak knows how to boil water, he promises. He understands the basic concepts of physics, okay?

and i'm so proud (of being loved by you). by milominderbinder Summary: Isak's eighteenth birthday is only three days before Oslo's pride parade. To Eskild, Even, and the rest of his ridiculous friends, this apparently makes it the perfect opportunity to combine celebrations.

almost like calling it love by piginawig Summary: fake dating!au; “I have to go to the party,” he stated. “I have to show him that I’m okay, I’m pre-med with perfect grades and yeah, maybe I’m single, but-“ “What if you weren’t single?” Even said suddenly, biting his lip.Isak choked. “Um, what?” “Like, what if you took a boyfriend to the party?” “I don’t have a boyfriend, Even,” he said, frowning. Even didn’t look deterred. “What?” “I could be your boyfriend.” Isak choked again. “Like, pretend,” Even clarified, and Isak felt slightly sick.

I'd follow you anywhere by reasoniwantyoutostay Summary: Even bounded up the 4 flights of stairs to their apartment. As he reached for his key to unlock the door he paused. Was that music coming from their apartment? He leaned his ear against the door and then pulled back with a confused look. Maybe Isak was watching TV? But why would he be watching that?

(Drunk) In Love by verlore_poplap Summary: Isak falls in love at first sight. Too bad he's drunk off his ass when it happens.

The Dials of Life by wordsarelifealways Summary: Isak has lived with Asperger's his whole life, and without a doubt his least favourite part is the hypersensitive times.

Who, With Pancakes, Is Poor? by colazitron Summary: When Isak wakes up, it's to a warm, sunny day, and his boyfriend making pancakes. What could be better than that?

take it in your heart now, lover by cuddlesevak Summary: Isak's date doesn't show up so he calls a cab, and the cute taxi dirver takes him to a lot of places in just one night.

the adventures of stanley the matchmaking parrot by hippopotamus ★ Summary: In which Even and Isak are ridiculously obvious, and Jonas’ wingman skills are second only to a parrot’s.

if you know you're in love and he feel like the one by highpraises Summary: “Are we going to your place?” Isak asks, when they’ve been driving for just a couple of minutes. “Nah, my parents are home,” He says softly, running his thumb over the ridges of Isak’s knuckles. Isak’s brow furrows and he chews his lip to the side, humming lowly. “So… the car? We’ll park somewhere?” Isak asks, smiling shyly.

home is wherever i'm with you. by milominderbinder Summary: Everyone seems to assume it's Even who asks first. Even is the romantic, after all; he's the one who does impulsive things, and he's the one who talks about the future like it's inevitable. It only makes sense that he'd be the one to first think up such a seemingly ill-advised idea. But actually, it's Isak who turns around one night when they're cuddling in Even’s bunk bed, Even’s hand twined in Isak’s curls and guitar music playing in the background, and asks, “Do you want move in together?”

La Ritournelle by Tristeza ★ Summary: Isak and Even are exes. A funeral brings them back together.

Forget The World by verlore_poplap ★ Summary: Hence, Isak resigned himself to being the ninth wheel and consoled himself with the knowledge that Even was always good for some solid kush and he'd just light up for four days straight. The more he thought about it, the better it sounded in Isak's head. Yeah. This weekend was going to be fucking awesome.

slid the panties right to the side, ain't got the time to take draws off by highpraises Summary: A self indulgent (sexual) day in the life of Isak and Even.

Beat that Record by Dutten Summary: Fuck Jonas. All of this is his fault. Fucking Jonas. Or, the one where Jonas tells the squad about making a girl come untouched more than once and Even gets ideas.

keys to the universe by idontshaveforsher_yesyoudo Summary: "The day the pride parade takes place is beautiful.” Or, Isak and Even at pride. There's glitter, pan pride and dancing and everyone is happy.

you can keep me up (keep me up all night). by milominderbinder Summary: neighbors!au; Isak Valtersen has a nemesis, and it's whoever lives above his room at the kollektiv. Every night, all he can hear is loud, endless mystery noises. Has his neighbour taken up carpentry? Trampolining? Raising cats? Whatever it is, Isak is both pissed off and sleep deprived, and it's not a good combination.Unfortunately, most of that anger goes away the moment he meets Even Bech Næsheim. He might be a bit too cute to count as a nemesis.

i fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard by highpraises ★ Summary: Isak turns his head, and looks directly into Even’s eyes for the first time since he sank into the tub. “You’ll take care of me,” Isak says stupidly. “Yes,” Even agrees immediately. He leans forward and kisses Isak on the mouth, and then adds, “Endlessly.” “Take care of me,” Isak whispers, lids heavy and breaths coming out quicker already.

you're the one i wanna grey with by cosetties ★ Summary: They've only been dating a month, so Isak shouldn't be pathetic enough to miss Even this much when he's only gone for a weekend. They're taking this completely chill, but Isak is starting to realize that he has no chill when it comes to Even.

hey good looking, what you got cooking. by milominderbinder Summary: “The first rule of cooking,” Even says, looking Isak very seriously in the eyes and handing him a spatula, “Is to always be prepared for anything.” Isak blinks. He accepts the spatula, but considering they aren't even stood in the kitchen yet, he's not particularly sure what he's supposed to do with it. “I feel like that's not the first rule of cooking. Isn't the first rule of cooking probably something to do with not giving people food poisoning or chopping your finger off with a meat knife or something?”

would you do me the honors? by cammm Summary: Even loves Isak. So much that he's going to ask him to marry him. He gets some of their friends involved to help him make this happen. He wants everything to be perfect. Isak gets a text from Even telling him to come meet him in the bathroom they met at Nissen. Confused, Isak goes. Only, Even isn't there. Jonas is. Which leads him here and there collecting roses and notes at locations that hold memories. Many of the big pivotal moments for Isak and Even are revisited, leading up to an Evak proposal.

Call me when you've broken up with your girlfriend. by kingkylo Summary: What if Even had never showed up to Isak's place the night of that pre-game? What if Isak learned to move on, and three years later, gets a message from an unknown number. And that number just so happens to be Even.

Home by unsungyellowraincoat Summary: Eskild visits Isak and Even's home for the first time.

another breath and i'm up another level. by milominderbinder Summary: They pass the joint back and forth for a little while, mostly quiet, until they've both had enough to start feeling a little buzzed. It's a cool summer evening, not cold but with a gentle breeze washing over them through the open doors, and they have nowhere to be. Nothing is urgent, and right in that moment, they can both just completely chill. Then Even looks up and says, “Wanna shotgun?” Isak’s mouth goes dry.

Hugs Heal All by smilexdarling Summary: Isak and Even have an argument, so obviously they hug it out the next day like the soft boyfriends they are.

Hold On Tight, It's a Roller Coaster Ride We're On by sugarbeat24 ★ Summary: Isak finds himself in line for a roller coaster because of a bet. He meets Even, who is determined to help him concur his fears and help him win that bet! “And what was the bet exactly?” “That I wouldn’t be able to ride the Top Thrill Dragster without chickening out or throwing up,” Isak grimaced.

city of stars, are you shining just for me? by cuddlesevak Summary: Isak and Even have sex for the first time and it's an emotional rollercoaster for both of them. One that ends up being the best thing that's ever happened.

i put my make up on, it's friday night and i won't be long by lovedisak Summary: The first time Isak tries make up is when he's dating Sara. Or, Isak's journey wearing make up.

A cloud of smoke by ForEvenAndEver (yuraxchan) Summary: “I've made a list of pros and cons of why you should stop smoking, babe.” Isak grabs a paper folded in four conveniently left on the table the night before, clears his throat and looks at Even to make sure he's listening. He is, of course. Although, he looks adorably confused this early in the morning. Isak stares at him for longer than necessary, admiring the view of Even with puffy eyes and his hair in disarray, still rumpled from sleep. Or, Isak tries to make Even stop smoking by using his charms as a distraction.

tell me who the fuck you wanna be by thekardemomme Summary: In Isak's very, very short life, he's only kissed four people. He hasn't stopped kissing Even.

love must be made, and made new (all the time). by milominderbinder Summary: After moving in to their new apartment together, Isak and Even go grocery shopping for the first time. Featuring: illegible shopping lists, Even's weird food obsessions, and a conversation about what, exactly, it takes to make a home.

Spaces Between Us by allyasavedtheday ★ Summary: Isak cuddles into him, nosing at Even’s cheek and leaning their temples together. “I think they miss you.” “Really?” he whispers, hardly daring to hope.Isak nods against him. “They asked if you’d want to see them again.” “What did you say?” “I said it’s up to you.” * A fix-it fic for Even's storyline in season 4.

boy, you make me make bad decisions by hippopotamus Summary: uni!au; In which Isak is way too drunk, way too dramatic, and his ex is making out with someone else.

The Way To A Boy's Heart by GayaIsANerd Summary: “Stop that, you’re messing up your hair, and we both know how much work that takes!” Isak took his hand and hugged Even from behind. “It’s good! Everyone loves your pasta. You don’t have to impress anyone, it’s just Sana and Yousef. It will be okay.” “Promise?” “Promise!”

Boys of Summer by XioNin Summary: Even has no idea why he's standing in a room full of pretty, shirtless boys, but he is not complaining.

i won't deny it, i'm not trying to hide it by highpraises Summary: Even traces his fingers along the choker and Isak digs his nails into his shoulders as Even slips his fingers beneath it, tightening it just enough for Isak to squirm, his laughter dying out. “Even.” “Do you like that?” “Yes,” Isak whispers breathlessly. Or, snapshot fic of Isak and Even's sex life, featuring chokers.

take me over, take me in. by milominderbinder Summary: Eskild is suddenly waving the order ticket in front of his face, and -- oh. Right there, in the little box on the online order form that says ‘Delivery instructions?’ someone has typed out, send the cute delivery boy. This is why Isak hates online orders. Nobody would ever say something like that if they actually had to call up and ask, but a picture of someone putting that special request had gone viral or something, because now it seems like they get some idiot asking for a cute delivery boy basically every week.

chokers and crop tops by cammm Summary: Isak wants to surprise Even with wearing a crop top and a choker in bed, so he turns to the people he knows can help him out: Eva, Noora, and Vilde.

He’s too good for me by JulietteGD Summary: Isak’s reaction to The Video.

somebody in here, it’s your birthday. by milominderbinder Summary: On the morning of Isak’s eighteenth birthday, he wakes up early – to the sound of someone relentlessly calling his name, the smell of waffles, and the sight of a very beautiful boyfriend, already fully dressed and beaming the crinkly-eyed smile Isak loves so much, with an armful of terribly wrapped presents. It turns out, Even has a few surprises in store.

it’s my birthday and i’ll get fucked if i want to by highpraises Summary: "Should we go?“ “We can’t go, it’s your birthday.” “I get to decide, it’s my birthday.”

audience of one by verlore_poplap Summary: The morning after his eighteenth birthday, Isak reflects on his new favorite film, The boy who couldn’t hold his breath under water.

let us cling together as the years go by by sargentblue ★ Summary: It’s been sitting in Even’s front pocket for a while. He could feel the weight of it against his leg throughout the day, and Even feels like it sticks out like a sore thumb, but Isak (or anyone else, for that matter) hasn’t noticed.It’s not surprising, really. Isak is not very observant at the best of times and the only time he really notices if anything is going on in Even’s pants is for very different reasons. Very different indeed. It’s safe to say Even’s a little bit on edge for the duration of the gathering. Asking someone to marry you is no small feat. * (Or: Even proposes on Isak’s birthday.)

meet you under the summer sun. by milominderbinder ★ Summary: Oslo is struck with a heatwave. Even and Isak try a few different ways of keeping cool.

here, on bended knee by thekardemomme Summary: “So.. You've been hiding a ring for an indeterminate amount of time and your secret was exposed from your friend trying to hijack the sex toy he gave you for use on poor freshmen pledges?” “You really have a knack for making situations sound totally ridiculous, but. Yes, that's the gist of what went down.” Or; Jonas tries to find handcuffs in Isak's closet. Instead, he finds something else.

It’s easy come, never go by LostInAdmiration Summary: Being a parent was terrifying. It was exhausting and stressful and Isak hadn’t slept properly in weeks. He barely felt like he could take care of himself, so taking care of such a small thing that totally relied on him was truly nerve-wracking. Isak relayed all of this to Jonas during their weekly meet up. It had become more like monthly, since Jonas lived a few hours away from their home town now, and Isak was always so busy. Still, every time they reunited it was like no time had passed at all. Jonas snorted and rolled his eyes as Isak complained. “He’s a dog, Isak, not a baby.”

21 Roses by germericangirl Summary: Even is thinking of a great gift for Isak's 19th birthday, and what would be better than a marriage proposal?

special collections by kittpurrson Summary: uni!au; The one where Even is a) a virgin, b) a librarian, and c) hopelessly into Isak Valtersen.

Dundyne, sval by colazitron Summary: Since it's summer now, Even suggests they get a summer duvet. A double, of course, because sharing is caring. That means a trip to IKEA.

Save the Date by tangledupin_blue Summary: The proposal. Isak was silently glad there was no balcony or nudity involved. In fact, he was a little surprised by the simplicity of the proposal, after all the grand gestures Even had made in the last few years for birthdays, anniversaries and reunions.

The Way You Say I Love You by piginawig Summary: All the ways Isak and Even say "I love you". A series of AU drabbles.

The First Rule of Fight Club by HazyCosmicJive Summary: Isak starts working out at a Gym to relieve stress and becomes smitten by one of the regular boxers.

Don't Wanna Walk Alone by cwtalton Summary: "I will, you know," Isak says. "Will what?" Even asks, confused. "Marry you."

CHAPTERED:

Rays of Sunshine and Blood by nenela16 Summary: Even sees an angel in the bus and can't stop thinking about him. The angel makes his soul less dark but he doesn't know if it is enough to save him.

You and Me, We're Crazy by wylielx Summary: mental institution!au; So, he climbed and the realization hit him. A bird was flying over his head and he knew that this would be the only way. He reached the top and smiled as the sun smiled back at him. He spread his arms out and let himself be taken by gravity. His smile faded when another realization hit him. He wasn’t flying. Or, Even checks himself into a mental institution after a fairly bad episode and nothing seems to change until it does.

Drowning in your love by depressed_mermaid_53 Summary: Even is captain of the swim team. Isak and the boy squad join the team. In this universe a pool is a bigger part of their story.

Doctor Patient Confidentiality by skambition ★ ✓ Summary: “Male, maybe late 20s, didn’t carry an ID. Was hit by a car. Broken ribs, lots of internal bleeding, his left hand needs some work, a lot of crushed bones. Punctured lung. His heart frequency shows irregularities, but we’re not sure why. Unconscious. The driver called, he’s in surgery, too.” “Okay, thanks”, Isak said, got his rubber gloves and went into the OR. He was good at fixing people. And he knew it.

Let It Be (All Night) by verlore_poplap ✓ Summary: A collection of (steamy) oneshots in which Isak rides Even, they have honeymoon sex, Even finds Isak's sex toy, there's porn with feelings, dysfunctional dynamics and Even bottoming for the first time. Mostly in that order.

Stars Shine Bright Above Me by bashfulisak ✓ Summary: childhood friends!au; For once in his life, Isak Valtersen knew what it was like to have a best friend. Many, actually. But Even was special to him in a way he didn't quite understand. So many mixed feelings and emotions at once, but Isak being the young boy he was ignored them. When Even has to move a few days before they start middle school together, Isak is crushed and has not the slightest clue how he's going to make it without him by his side. All alone, by himself, the only thing reminding him that Even is out there somewhere is the stars that shine bright above his head and he knows deep down Even is staring at the same sky, but day and night don't matter.

tethered by verlore_poplap Summary: Isak's sixteen years old when he realizes he's in love with his teacher.

take me to the stars by iriswests ★ Summary: HateToLove!au & friends with benefits!au; Isak thinks Even is pretentious and impractical. Even thinks Isak is arrogant and uptight. They’re not each other’s biggest fans, even if they do happen to have spectacular sex on a very, very drunken night. And Isak doesn’t mean to do it again, but he does, anyway, so now they’re establishing ground rules and deciding that maybe they can keep doing this, no strings attached, no commitments, no feelings, and, most importantly, no need to stop disliking each other. And then it’s not quite that simple anymore.

Out of my reach, but always in my eye line by Anonymous Summary: Even can read minds, until the day he can't. He can't tell what's so special about that blond boy. It shouldn't be that big of a deal but Even soon finds himself obsessed.

Never knew how much it meant to you by Rosycheeksandfreckles Summary: “Jeavla drittseck”, I say to the guy who walked into me. Or did I walk into him. Yeah that’s probably what happened. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve looked where I was going”, I say with a smile and the guy smiles back and smirks. “You should be careful with what you say. Maybe you bump into someone who understands you”, he says in Norwegian. And then it hits me. Fuck. Me.

Coffee's For Closers by BeccyTheChopper Summary: coffee shop!au; Isak is struggling to recover from the mess he made over his crush on Jonas, when he meets a cute and flirty barista.

get you wild, make you leave by Evenbechbaesheim ✓ Summary: Not much is different. Just, Isak and Even meet a few years later than planned, and it isn’t at kosegruppa. It’s at a drug addicts anonymous meeting.

These Mountains To Move by verlore_poplap ★ Summary: soulmates!au; Isak's not even sixteen yet and his life's already screwed. Apparently that Hollywood actor guy-- Even Bech Næsheim-- is his soulmate? Excuse him but... what the hell?!

It's Like Here by sasnill ✓ Summary: Late nights, mountains, creative endeavours, an ever-expanding to-watch list and the future: a quiet weekend.

you're everything, everything by isakbechnaesheim Summary: “Wait, how does he have normal classes? He can’t hear.” “Isak, you small baby. Could you get any more ignorant. He has an interpreter! Ya know, sign language?” Magnus then proceeds to make a bunch of ridiculous made up hand signals, including some crude ones. Jonas chokes on his beer laughing. “Okay, whatever. Get out of my house you assholes.”

Let Me In by milk_o_vich ✓ Summary: “What are you doing here?” Isak asked, unable to keep the anger out of his voice. Even’s eyes were wide and a little unfocused, flitting over Isak nervously. He was quiet for a long time, rain hitting the pavement outside, and Isak became kind of aware that Even must be freezing in his thin, damp t-shirt. Even pressed his lips together, then said, voice hoarse and quiet, “Can I stay here tonight?”

I'll Never Let Go by lovelyevak Summary: Titanic!au; Prince Isak Valtersen was boarding the titanic as an engaged man, and well not a happy one for that matter. Even Bech Næsheim was looking for adventure, and better days so he knew gambling away both his and his best friend Jonas's money was the best idea, especially after seeing that beautiful boy get on the ship. They once said the heart is as deep as the ocean, and it was true. They never let go.

Never Have I Ever by Sabeley ★ ✓ Summary: roommates!au & friends with benefits!au; "What's it like to kiss a boy?" "I could show you." Or the one where Isak and Even are roommates who make out on occasion (in a completely platonic way, of course).

All of Your Pieces by lowbutliving Summary: uni!au; Even’s world is turned upside down in a matter of minutes his first day back at uni. What was going to be an easy year turns out to be a lot more complicated, when he suddenly sees a boy who soon is all he can think about. The worst part of it is, he doesn’t even know his name. Or: Even and Isak are low-key stalking each other, but none of them have the courage to take the first step.

Summer Love by Chips2 ★ Summary: Even has just finished University. He decides to spend summer at his parent's holiday house in the Norwegian countryside where he has been coming since childhood. He knows Isak, one of the locals, who has recently graduated from high school and is spending his break helping his dad out at his kayak shop. Or, two boys from different backgrounds, both embarking on new chapters in their lives who find their worlds intertwined during their holidays and on one particularly hot summer break.

will you share your soul with me? by hippopotamus ★ ✓ Summary: There’s a school camping trip at the beginning of Isak’s second year. He’s not sure why he agrees to go, especially when he remembers how difficult it is for him to sleep anywhere that isn’t his own bed. It turns out he’s not the only insomniac on the trip.

I Would Do It Again by cuteandtwisted ★ Summary: dare!au & uni!au; "I dare you to hook up with him." "What? The blonde guy?" "Yes, the blonde guy." Or Even gets caught up in a dare, and Isak loses a little bit of himself in the process.

Library Science by paytontanner Summary: Eskild gets Isak a job at the library. Isak knows Even from the school hallways, but he gets to know him when he starts checking out books at the library. And Even is definitely there just to check out the reading materials. And not to get Isak to fall in love.

stay a minute by grinsekaetzchen ★ ✓ Summary: "The leads of Even Bech Næsheim’s new 'Romeo and Juliet' adaption were announced yesterday, with Eva Kviig Mohn taking to Twitter to confirm, ‘Looking forward to playing Julieeeeet’. Her fellow Romeo was announced shortly after to be Isak Valtersen, which his publicist confirmed today. It seems that this will be Norway’s new star-crossed pair of lovers." In which there is a tumblr fandom that is dying every time new information for said version of 'Romeo and Juliet' drops, Even is a beloved director and Isak - well, Isak would just really appreciate it if his mind would stop surprising him with memories at the worst moments possible.

to the bone by cabret ✓ Summary: It’s going to be a grey day, Even thinks. It’ll be one of those. All ash in the wake and none of the fire from before.

now you're covered in the colours by agonied Summary: The one in which Even sees the world in colours.

safe by cammm Summary: uni!au & neighbors!au; Isak had never even met Even before, but there he was, pretending to be Isak's boyfriend to get him out of an uncomfortable situation. Is this the birth of something... new? Fresh? Magical?

Things I Yearn to Remember by daigina Summary: Anastasia!au; In the midst of a revolution, the royal family of Norway is executed. But rumor has it the Crown Prince's body was never found. A decade later, and two poor conmen need tickets out of Norway, where the political climate grows tougher each day, and a whole lof of money. Their answer lies in a poor shop assistant with golden curls a lost look in his eyes.

Gratulerer Med Dagen, My Isak by XioNin ✓ Summary: It’s Isak’s 18th birthday.

Old Money by twentyonetwentyone ★ Summary: Pretty Woman!au; After a series of hardships and childhood trauma, Isak Valtersen is forced into the gruelling world of street prostitution, a nightmare in which he feels completely alone. Even Bech Næsheim is the bored adolescent heir to a billion dollar empire, living in a penthouse and listlessly spending his parents money in attempts to ease the existential despair. When Even pulls up to Isak's corner in the early hours of a dreary Thursday morning, neither of them can expect how similar their respective desires are, despite their vastly different social rankings.

Bassline by riyku Summary: Isak opens up the email from his editor, skims through it for the tenth time, snagging to a stop on phrases like serial piece and North American tour coverage, boots on the ground and big opportunity. His response is quick and vague, that he'll let her know tomorrow morning, although he's known the answer from the jump. (Or, Isak is a Norwegian ex-pat, fresh out of NYU with a journalism internship, who bags an assignment covering a band from his former hometown of Oslo on their first North American tour. It takes him about three seconds to realize he kinda has a thing for the bass player).

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