#MAJOR canon divergence

[wangxianficrecs]

Looked so alive, turns out i'm not real by KatAnni

Looked so alive, turns out i'm not real

by KatAnni

M, 36k, Wangxian

Part of the MDZS Big Bang 2024

Summary: "Nothing leaves the Burial Mounds alive." Lan Wangji goes on a side mission night hunt with Wei Wuxian during the Sunshot Campaign, and finds out just how true that statement is. Inquiry rings through the room, and Wei Wuxian answers. This of course, has consequences. For the MDZS Big Bang 2024, Collab with Sweetlittlevampire Kay's comments: This story was meant for WIP Rec Week but it posted quicker than I was able to rec it! But it had me aboslutely hooked from the first chapter. Stunning writing and art! A story in which Wei Wuxian maybe doesn't really return from the Burial Mounds alive and Lan Wangji finds out during the Sunshot Campaign and I'm so hyped. Had some really strong cliffhangers in this story and the built-up to the happy ending was devastating. Featuring beautiful art by @sweetlittlevampire Excerpt: As if his strings were cut, Wei Ying crumbled to the ground, his head meeting the floor with a sickening sound, and Lan Wangji was on his feet immediately, Wangji clattering to the ground with a dissonant sound. “Wei Ying!” He sat next to the prone form, his hand shakily reaching for a shoulder, the other a wrist. So still. Not moving. No pulse. “Lan Zhan?” His voice was groggy, as if from far away. Lan Wangji was still holding his wrist, and tried to still his own heartbeat at the lack of one from Wei Ying. “What- Hey!” Wei Ying was on his feet within the next second, his hand withdrawn, and Lan Wangji stared up at him. “What did you do?!” His voice was suddenly sharp, accusing, unforgiving. The flute, that cursed black flute, was in his hands, pointed at Lan Wangji like a knife. Lan Wangji stared, unblinking, as realization seemed to dawn on Wei Ying, as his brows drew together. “You made me say that, with that song! How- Why-”

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, temporary character death, sunshot campaign, major character death, sentient burial mounds, hurt wei wuxian, hurt lan wangji, not actually unrequited love, wei wuxian's three months in the burial mounds, fix-it, somebody lives/not everybody dies

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[aziraphales-library]

Hello! Hope you're having a good time on the planet!

Are there any fics where the 1941 magic show goes wrong? I'm mainly thinking of if Aziraphale did end up getting shot, but a fic wherein any part doesn't go as smoothly would be good. No tag limits/stuff to avoid.

I've tried looking but unfortunately people tend not to tag their fics with the episode name.

Thank you!

Here are some fics in which the magic show doesn't go as smoothly. Mind the warnings on a couple of these!...

Shoot Your Shot by Skywing80 (T)

Crowley struggles with the fact that he has to shoot a bullet at Aziraphale. The nerves eventually get to him.

Panic on the Streets of London by krowtenretsnom (G)

“Aziraphale would forgive him like he always did, but Crowley wasn’t sure if he would be able to forgive himself.” Or, Crowley can’t bring himself to shoot Aziraphale during the magic act in 1941.

And Eden Sank With Grief by Pockykierra (T)

When the gun slipped from Crowley’s shaking, sweating hands and his finger caught the trigger, the sound from it was deafening, the flash of light from it blinding. Even with his glasses, he had to close his eyes against it - though in those few milliseconds after, he began to wonder if it was actually because of how overwhelming it all was rather than the light. Whatever the reason was, his eyes were closed. And they really, really shouldn’t be. Why did he close his eyes? That was incredibly stupid of him, completely idiotic. He opened them. When he saw Aziraphale staring at him with wide-eyed surprise, a hand pressed to his bleeding, broken chest, he wished he hadn’t. or The bullet catch scene doesn't go quite as it did in the TV show

The Night of the Living Turnip by runningturnip (T)

During Aziraphale's 1941 magic show, while the miracle blocker was in place, his attempts at miracling the turnip into an inkwell didn't just fizzle out. They built up, paused in place, and when the miracle blocker timed out... Well, it turns out that a pile of increasingly frantic miracles by a somewhat panicking angel (concentrated upon a singular point) resulted in giving a turnip sentience—and little arms and legs. Of course, while Aziraphale and Crowley argued about what to do, the turnip took its first opportunity to explore the theatre and cause inadvertent mischief. Cue the Benny Hill music.

And You're To Blame by YamiSnuffles (E)

“The miraculous Bullet Catch requires the use of a trusted stooge and confidant.” As though Crowley needed the reminder. He’d looked at the manual too late but the words were burned into his memory. They existed as a testament to everything he’d done wrong. He didn’t appreciate having them thrown in his face and he made it known with a curl of his lip that bared still sharp teeth. “To be successful, perhaps. Did that look like a successful trick to you?” - The Bullet Catch goes terribly wrong and Crowley shoots Aziraphale. Crowley has to find a way forward in a world where he discorporated his best friend.

You Blow My Mind Away! by MimeOfATime (M)

The amazing magic act of Fell the Marvelous goes wrong.

- Mod D

[ikeep-forgetting-mypass]

(forgot where the post is so i'm just puttin it here)

the tragedy of Billford is that they could have worked. Like, genuinely, they could have loved each other! ....If only Bill wasn't the fucking worst!

people know that, in canon, a Bill Cipher who'd actually come to terms that he's a terrible person and ruined the only relationship that ever truly warmed him by being said terrible person, is a Bill that would never come to fruition. That ford getting away from Bill and finding his place in the family deserves to be able to move on completely.

That's why 'Bill getting sent to the pines as therapy' is so interesting!

Both of them, especially Bill, have fundamentally changed. and that opens up so many interactions between them and creates a sort of dynamic thats like:

'We were frankly in a very terrible relationship, but now that we have grown and changed and (I) have a support system that will break us apart immediately if we begin to hurt each other, and you genuinely want to be better, maybe this time we can be happy.'

that I have frankly never seen before in media.

Edit/add on:

They're the epitome of 'maybe in another life..' they're tragic, doomed, toxic yaoi who could have loved each other but ultimately couldn't because, for all of Bill's unpredictability, he is incapable of changing who he is!

After all, why should he? Born a monster, a freak, he destroyed his own home, his parents, what else can he be? Even though it sabotages his friendships (the henchmaniacs & the oracle) and ruins his relationship with Ford, the only one he's ever felt truly understood by, he can't see himself and therefore is unable to act as anything but a monster even as it leads to his downfall.

[buffyspeak]

shadowhunters rewatch 2023:

2.01 vs 3.10

[tbgkaru-woh]

Arranged marriage, the gay version

[steviewashere]

Never Even Made it To His Twenties

Rating: General CW: Major Character Death, Grief/Mourning Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Divergence, Childhood Friends AU, Angst, Hurt no Comfort, Dead Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, What Could've Been, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson Have a Brotherly Relationship, Dustin Henderson is a Sweetheart, Grieving Steve Harrington, Grieving Dustin Henderson, Aware of His Bisexuality Steve Harrington, Ally Dustin Henderson, Also Known as The Fic Where Dustin Tells Steve That Eddie is Dead For @steddieangstyaugust Day 18 Prompt: "Right Person, Wrong Time" Title from Kate Bush's "Army Dreamers"

🏴‍☠️—————🏴‍☠️ He’s not sure what to expect after the fight is over. Knows he won’t get one of those participation trophies he received in elementary school. Won’t be held by his parents, they’re off for some business trip he adamantly refused to join. And he definitely knows that he’s not going to be fully satisfied with the fact that everything is finally over.

Maybe a few new nightmares added to his roster. And a knack for calling his friends at two in the morning, driving himself up a wall when they don’t answer, and then eventually driving himself around town until he absolutely has to go back home and “rest.” It’ll be like taking a deep breath after the basketball championships he did in high school—when Hawkins didn’t win and his hours upon hours of practice ultimately amounted to nothing.

Like he’ll know that he did good, but it almost feels like not enough.

It’s getting right side up that proves that point.

Nancy suggests they go through the portal that was created after Fred’s death—whoever Fred is, Steve isn’t sure, but he takes Nancy’s suggestion. They make that detour. He helps the girls step through to the correct landscape. To the just barely cracked road and the dark blue of usual night. And then they head back towards Forest Hills.

If everything went okay, like he figures it did considering the bats didn’t storm them and that they didn’t hear the chimes of a clock, then both Eddie and Dustin will be waiting for them. Yet, when they approach, it’s just Dustin. Huddled tight on himself, sitting on the very last porch step to the Munson’s trailer. He’s holding things in his hands. But there’s no sight of Eddie, which immediately puts Steve on guard, so he runs fast. Faster than he thinks he’s ever pushed himself to. Not even high school track & field got him this agile.

Dustin doesn’t hear him, though. Doesn’t hear Steve’s heavy boots on the dirt. Doesn’t hear him huffing and puffing. Doesn’t hear him call out.

So, Steve crouches down in front of Dustin, puts his hands on the kid’s shoulders, and jostles him slightly. “Dust? Dustin? Hey—Hey, we did it. We won. We’re okay,” he says. Shakes Dustin’s shoulders again when he only tightens. “It’s over, dude. We—We’re all here and we’re all”—

Something is shoved into the center of Steve’s chest. One of Dustin’s balled up hands. He looks down at it. Hand off of Dustin’s left shoulder, hesitantly reaching down for the tight fist. There’s black fabric poking all which ways out of his fingers. Dirty and musty and tinted a saturated red. “What?” Steve mumbles, “what is this?” He can’t quite pry open Dustin’s fingers, so he forces both his hands around the fist, effectively covering the entirety of Dustin’s much, much smaller hand. And with the slightest bit of force, yet the gentlest grip, Steve unravels the hand in front of him.

Palm up at him. In the well of Dustin’s palm is a black bandana. And when he fully flattens it out, Steve recognizes it as the skull and bones one that used to reside in Eddie’s pocket. The one he wore on his tangle of hair before the fight.

If this is Eddie’s, Steve thinks, then where is—

“He wanted me to give it to you,” Dustin murmurs. Voice snotty and raspy, yet almost hollow. Almost, Steve notes, because there’s a deep lake of sadness flooding through the kid. The kid. “Said that…that you always loved it. That when you guys were kids, you used to hold onto it and play with it. It calmed you down? I didn’t know, Steve.”

Steve looks up to Dustin at that. There’s a boulder in his chest. And emotions, a bundle of them, warping and stretching and filling behind his eyes. Something in him shrivels when he realizes what happened.

Dustin continues, “I didn’t know you guys were friends. How come you didn’t tell me?” He doesn’t ask out of jealousy, something more…jagged and broken and devastated replacing it instead. “Why didn’t you tell me, Steve? Why’d you call him a freak?” There’s anger, too. And that—well—Steve doesn’t know what to do with that.

Off his right, behind him, Steve can hear Nancy and Robin finally catch up to them. Can hear them muttering under their breaths. Not quite facing them, not quite acknowledging, but planning nonetheless. He doesn’t want them to see him, Steve realizes. Doesn’t want any of them to know about this part of him.

He gently drags his fingers down the center of the wrinkled bandana, over the middle where the soft part of Dustin’s palm hides beneath. Strokes the fabric reverently, with a longing he’s always had to taste, and now will always know the flavor of. “I didn’t think it mattered,” Steve whisper-croaks, “who I was friends with. Or that…I don’t know. I didn’t want to tell you.”

“But why?” Dustin pushes, “why not tell me? I wasn’t going to judge you for it! If anything, I’d want all of us to hang out. To—to egg each other on and be all close and I…I thought you hated him, but you…You knew him? You knew him, Steve. And yet you”—

Steve stands from his position on the ground. Knees popping. Burning aches and stretched edges of wounds pulling on every area of skin on his back. He swears the ground shifts under his feet, but it’s just him. Woozy and unable to get a grasp on anything. Like always. Clueless and scared.

“We need to go,” Steve says, “Max, Lucas, and Erica are probably waiting for us. We need to make sure all of them are okay.” And he begins to turn away, leave the bandana alone, make his way towards Nancy and Robin to figure out some way to get that RV back to the Creel House. But then Dustin’s tugging on his wrist with that bandana still in his hand, the drying, congealed blood on it cold against the skin of Steve’s wrist.

He comes face to face with Dustin again, when he lets himself be pulled. “Hey,” Dustin then says, making his voice softer, less harsh around the edges than it was before, “Steve, I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean to get angry. It’s just—You knew Eddie? I thought you didn’t care.”

It’s hard masking his expression, what his face wants to do. A part of him wants to glare—because how dare Dustin suggest something like that. But also…he kind of wants to cry because, yeah, of course Dustin’s sort of right.

So his eyes are cowed. Wide and open and taking in everything. His nose catches on blood, his mouth full of air and rot, hot and cold in all the right places, the park around them almost silent, and Dustin in front of him with a mixture of apprehension and understanding and that same desperation from before. He’s not sure he could lie even if he tried. Eddie was Dustin’s friend, too.

“Remember how…do you remember a couple years ago when I told you the key to dating Suzy was sorta being all dumb? Just acting like you don’t care?” He asks, voice dropped low, dropped past that boulder in his chest. Everything is so heavy inside of him, he wishes Eddie were here to help pluck things away. He always knew how, at least to Steve it seemed that way.

“What does this have to do with”—Dustin’s mouth drops open. And his eyes are about the size of the moon. Then he gets that deeper sort of understanding to his face.—“Oh. Oh. Steve…” He hates the way Dustin says his name. Pitiful and concerned. But he doesn’t say that. Because at least Dustin isn’t shoving him away or saying something awful. Doesn’t stop looking at him like he always does. Like Steve is a world he’s eager to explore, like he’s all that matters, like they’re family. “Steve, I’m sorry,” Dustin eventually murmurs, “I’m sorry I couldn’t—I would’ve stopped him if I knew. Damnit”—

Steve shrugs and sighs. But the breath doesn’t relieve him, if anything, it tangles him even worse. Wonders, very briefly, if he’ll ever be undone again. His eyes have gone down to Dustin’s hand. Now sitting open again in front of him. That bandana wrong and crumpled and bloody. Wants to reach out and take it, but doesn’t want to accept the gravity and reality of it all.

“I was going to tell him after,” Steve whispers, “I was.”

“I’m sorry”—

He shakes his head and steps closer to Dustin. And he envelops him in the tightest hug he can offer, even as Dustin tried to flinch away from him, as if Steve would ever do something like that. But he won’t acknowledge that right now. They saved the world.

Not everybody can be saved, he knows that. Knows that beyond a reasonable doubt. It’s something he’s told himself for years. Since Nancy broke up with him. And sure, at the time it seemed foolish and douchey of him. But now it’s the only way he can care to think.

“I’m sorry, Dustin,” Steve tearfully muffles into Dustin’s hood. His chest stutters almost painfully as he tries to heave in a deep breath. This isn’t how things were supposed to go. He pulls back, hands by his sides. To stare Dustin directly in the eyes to say, “I wouldn’t have left you alone with him if I knew he was going to do this. There was something wrong. I knew it. I’ve seen that look on him before, but I didn’t…” He shakes his head, defeated, unsure of where to go. “Are you okay? Did those bats…”

“No,” Dustin answers quickly, “no bats got to me. It was just Eddie.” He looks down at the bandana again, shoves his hand closer to Steve once more. “Take this, please. He told me he wanted me to give it to you. And I promised him. I also promised him that”—Dustin sighs sorrowfully—“that I’d tell you that he loved you. Like…for years, he loved you. But he told me that things had to be this way. Which I don’t understand because he could’ve had you after all this and you’re great and we could’ve all been…I just don’t understand him sometimes. Wish I was able to now.”

Steve swallows. “He loved me?” He asks aloud, quietly. Immediately, his eyes burn something fierce. Sharp and itchy and painful. Something flames inside of him, anger so wild he doesn’t know how to tame it. Rage is the only thing he can care to taste. “I could’ve, but I—I was going to tell him. I was going to tell that son of a bitch I loved him, too and that I wanted to have a whole fucking world with him and he just—I’m a fucking coward. A stupid fucking”—

The tears come whether he wanted them to or not. Big heaving sobs from deep within him. Large and larger than the next, so much he wants to puke, so little he could tear the whole world apart and that still wouldn’t be enough. He’s angry, he knows that. But he’s confused and disheartened and unsure. Doesn’t know where to put it. How to be.

Dustin wraps around him again. The bandana shoved forcefully in Steve’s left grip. And he’s squeezed as hard as possible. Lisped shushing in his ear as Dustin tries to comfort him. It’s weird being the one needing to be taken care of, protected almost. It’s weird having felt so whole for a moment to then rot into something so empty.

There’s no next time. There’s no tomorrow where he goes to Eddie. There’s no playful banter. No running through the backwoods of Hawkins with his childhood best friend by his side. No promising each other impossible things like stars and the moon and a lifetime together. No sneaking each other lunches like they did in high school. No nurturing, no arguing over music taste, no hugging, nothing.

The only thing he can think of is that last glance he shared with Eddie.

If only he knew there wouldn’t be an after.

If only they had more time.

🏴‍☠️—————🏴‍☠️

[bloody-bee-tea]

IntiMarch 2024 Day 14 - Be one with me

The prompt for this was "Be one with me"

Suguru warily watches Satoru fight the curse all on his own. That in itself is not strange–Satoru is the strongest after all–but the bloodlust–that’s new.

It’s almost unbearable to watch how he tears into the curse, how he clearly enjoys its form ripping under his bare hands and Suguru feels faintly sick.

“Satoru,” he calls out when the curse is nothing more than a mangled mess on the ground and it still doesn’t seem as if Satoru is going to stop any time soon.

But Suguru wants that curse for his arsenal, so Satoru is not allowed to exorcise it.

There’s a split second where Suguru fears Satoru didn’t hear him–or worse, decides not to listen–before his head snaps around to him. The motion is so animal-like that Suguru’s heart skips a beat.

“I want to have that curse,” he reminds Satoru, who continues to stare at him, unblinking, unwavering, as if he’s afraid Suguru could vanish the moment he takes his eyes off him.

“You always want curses,” Satoru finally pouts, his entire posture softening and he’s back to the Satoru Suguru knows. 

A little lanky, a lot spoiled and more than pouty.

“Well, I have to keep collecting them, so I can keep up with you, don’t I?” Suguru mildly asks, as he holds out his hand, unravelling the curse and turning it into one of Suguru’s orbs.

In all honesty, Suguru is not sure an entire arsenal of Special Grade curses would enable him to keep up with Satoru. Not with how viciously he’s turned, recently.

“I would never leave you behind,” Satoru hisses out, something electric flashing through his eyes, even as he bounds up to Suguru, pressing into his side as if he were an overly affectionate cat. “You and I, we’re the strongest, after all. Only together.”

It used to be reassuring, when Satoru said that, but now a cold shudder runs down Suguru’s back. It sounds more like a threat now, like something Satoru will see through no matter what. Suguru doesn’t want to find out what’s going to happen should he fall too much behind Satoru.

“Together we’re the strongest,” Suguru agrees when it becomes apparent that Satoru is waiting for an answer and to distract himself from Satoru’s piercing look, he swallows the curse without preamble.

It fights its way down Suguru’s throat, making him choke on it, and all the while Suguru can feel Satoru’s eyes on him, following the path of the orb down.

It’s unsettling, to say the least, and for a moment Suguru thinks Satoru might attack him, tear the curse right out of him again, no matter what he has to destroy to get to it.

But as soon as that thought enters his head, the curse goes completely down and Satoru’s face smoothes out. 

“Treat now?” he asks, brimming with his usual overflowing energy, all excitement and no murderous intent in sight, and Suguru swears one of these days he’s going to get whiplash by Satoru’s rapidly changing moods.

“Sure,” Suguru agrees, because he misses this and he’s going to cling to as many of these normal moments as he can. “But you’re paying, because you made a mess of the curse.”

“Rude,” Satoru huffs out but his eyes blaze with satisfaction and Suguru can’t tell if it’s because Suguru acknowledged the carnage he left behind or because he agreed to get something sweet.

It’s best not to ask, Suguru thinks and helplessly follows after Satoru when he leads the way to a café he scouted beforehand.

It’s such a Satoru thing to do that Suguru forgets all about his worry, at least for now.

~*~*~

“Something is off with Satoru,” Shoko says as she strides into Suguru’s room and Suguru sighs.

None of his friends know how to knock, apparently.

“Hello to you, too,” he gets out just before she sits down at the edge of his bed.

“Suguru, I’m being serious,” Shoko sternly says and Suguru sits up.

“Why do you think that?” he dutifully asks and tries to push his uneasiness away.

Something is definitely wrong with Satoru, but he’s not going to be the first to say that. He needs to figure out what the others have noticed, first, before he says anything.

It’s probably not that serious anyway, and just a normal trauma response or something. Things with Toji did fuck them over, after all.

“He’s–off,” Shoko says, waving her hand as if that could explain anything. “He’s–he’s never been cruel before,” she finally finishes quietly. “Reckless in his words, and mean, sure. But not like this. He’s deliberately aiming for things that hurt, in every conversation. You can’t even talk to him normally anymore.”

“What?” Suguru asks because that sure as hell is something he hasn’t noticed at all.

There are a dozen different things he finds off about Satoru, but this is certainly not one of them.

“Is he being normal with you?” Shoko asks and Suguru nods.

“Yeah, things are just fine. He jokes and banters like usual. He’s not being mean to me and he’s certainly not hitting where it hurts.”

And if someone could hit Suguru where it hurts, it’s Satoru. He knows him best after all.

“Huh. Maybe I just pissed him off then,” Shoko sighs out and relaxes slightly. “I have been kind of hard on him but it would be such a huge help to have someone else here who can heal. Not just himself, but everyone else, too.”

“But he can’t figure it out?” Suguru guesses.

“He can’t. Or he doesn’t want to, I’m not sure. Like I said, conversations with him are not very productive lately.”

Suguru wants to offer his help, but seeing as he’s the only one who cannot heal himself here, he doubts he could do anything for Shoko.

“Sorry,” he still says, and he’s not even sure if he’s apologising for himself or on Satoru’s behalf.

“Yeah, whatever,” Shoko quietly says. “As long as he’s fine. It was traumatic what you went through, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if it fucked him up, but we’d need to know to do anything about it.”

Suguru wants to say that he doesn’t think they are any more fucked up than they were before but then he remembers the absolute viciousness with which Satoru tends to pound curses into the ground lately and he bites his tongue.

He doesn’t even know why he feels as if he should keep this a secret but it doesn’t feel right to talk to Shoko about this, not when he hasn’t even confronted Satoru about it.

If anything Suguru really should talk to him first.

~*~*~

“Geto, a word, please,” Yaga calls out when Suguru is just on his way back to his room.

He doesn’t know where Satoru went off to after they returned from their mission but he guesses he’s going to find him in his room later anyway, so he quickly jogs over to Yaga.

“Yes?”

“What’s going on with Gojo?” Yaga asks, not beating around the bush and Suguru’s stomach churns uneasily. 

If even Yaga noticed something off about him–

“What do you mean?” Suguru asks, playing dumb for now, and he probably shouldn’t shield Satoru, not when he could easily turn to all on them with that bloodlust he’s displaying lately, but it doesn’t feel right to Suguru.

Satoru hasn’t hurt anyone and Suguru will always be on his side.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed,” Yaga chides him but Suguru continues to play dumb.

“Notice what?” 

Yaga lets out a harsh breath.

“Something about his energy is–off. Has been ever since that thing with Toji happened. You should have noticed, you two spend all of your time together anyway.”

Suguru’s breath catches in his throat; Yaga is right. Something about Satoru is definitely off, but Suguru was so concerned about his mannerisms, about how he behaved lately that he didn’t even notice that his energy is all out of whack, too.

“I–must have not been paying attention,” Suguru admits, though a tiny voice at the back of his head whispers that it’s more like he didn’t want to see. “I’ll ask him about it, alright?” he promises Yaga, who regards him for a moment before he nods.

“See that you do, we can’t have him going berserk on us,” Yaga finally says and then promptly marches off, leaving Suguru alone with his thoughts.

Unease settles around Suguru as he remembers Satoru’s manic laughter as he beats curses to a pulp and the fact that his own energy was barely distinguishable from that of the curse makes Suguru sick to his stomach.

He needs to find out what’s going on, or otherwise Satoru might leave him soon and Suguru isn’t sure he could stand that.

Satoru should be in his room, waiting for him after the latest mission so Suguru hurries, his feet carrying across school faster than they usually do and when he storms into his room, Satoru is stretched out on the bed. He looks over at Suguru when he enters, but even that is somehow wrong, because his body goes still for a moment, tightly controlled before it seems as if he spills himself out over the bed again and Suguru sits down where he stands.

Satoru is off.

“What is going on?” Suguru outright asks and is not surprised when he’s met with Satoru’s usual deflecting smile.

“What do you mean?” he asks, aiming for a light tone but Suguru is too worried to let it slide for now.

“You’re–”he helplessly waves a hand at Satoru. “Something is off, something is wrong, and I need you to tell me what it is, because otherwise I can’t help you.”

“Who says I need help?” Satoru asks, slowly sitting up, though his face is carefully blank.

“Who says you don’t?” Suguru shoots back. “Both Shoko and Yaga came to me to ask what the hell is wrong with you and I couldn’t give them an answer because I don’t know, because you won’t talk to me, but–Satoru, what happened?”

“What do you think happened?” Satoru wants to know, his eyes boring into Suguru’s and Suguru feels like crying.

“Your energy feels like that of a curse,” he finally whispers out, because it does, even though Suguru tried his best to ignore it. 

But ever since that incident with Toji Satoru’s energy has been all out of whack and Suguru finally acknowledges it. 

“Suguru,” Satoru starts but his voice breaks before he gets more words than that out and Suguru takes a deep breath.

“It’s not just that; it’s your viciousness, your cruelty, and your overprotectiveness,” Suguru goes on because that, too, is something that has changed.

They used to be together a lot, before, but now they are almost inseparable. Satoru sticks to this side like glue, never strays far away, always comes back within minutes, plastering himself all over Suguru. Suguru doesn’t mind it, but it’s–strange. And during fights, too. Suguru can barely do more than absorb the curse at the end, because Satoru is always right there, fighting before Suguru even gets a chance, snarling at him when he tries to call on a curse and it’s not right.

Satoru used to love to fight together.

“What happened?” he forces himself to ask, even though he’s certain he doesn’t want to hear the answer.

“Toji happened,” Satoru says after a moment. “Toji happened and I died.”

“But you got better,” Suguru harshly says, because Satoru figured out how to heal himself.

“You can’t heal death, Suguru,” Satoru quietly whispers and Suguru feels as if he’s being choked. “I died. And then–”

“You turned into a curse,” Suguru brokenly finishes for him and buries his face in his hands.

“Suguru, I–” Satoru starts but he falls silent without ever finishing his sentence. 

It’s not as if there’s a lot to say. Satoru is dead. What Suguru sees now is just a–a manifestation of energy, desperately trying to remember how to keep a human appearance.

“How?” Suguru’s voice is scratchy but he refuses to acknowledge the tears rolling down his face.

“Regrets,” Satoru carelessly says. “I was supposed to be the strongest. We were supposed to be the strongest. And I–I think the last thing I remember is worrying about you. I couldn’t protect you, you weren’t safe and I–maybe I carried that over.”

It would certainly explain some things, Suguru thinks with a bitter laugh. 

“You’re unravelling,” he whispers and Satoru slides down the bed, comes closer to Suguru and now that he knows what to look for he sees how inhuman his movements are.

“It’s hard, remembering how to keep a human form when I could be anything,” Satoru admits. “I’m slipping, sometimes; it’s as if there’s a new set of instincts and I don’t know how to deal with them very well yet. It’s not as if I could ask anyone to practise with me.”

Ice-cold fear grips Suguru when he thinks about how he could lose Satoru; how he lost him and yet could still do so again in the future and his hand shoots out, tightly gripping Satoru’s wrist.

It feels the same as always under his fingers, but maybe Satoru is just concentrating very hard right now.

“Be one with me,” Suguru urgently says, his fingers probably tight enough around Satoru to hurt.

If he still feels that kind of thing.

“Huh?”

“You’re unstable, and Yaga already noticed that something with your energy is off. I can’t help with that, not even by practising with you. But if you–if I absorb you your energy will always be masked with mine. You’d be tethered to me, I could keep you stable.”

It’s a reckless suggestion; Suguru has trouble absorbing Special Grade curses and Satoru is bound to be stronger than that. There’s no guarantee that Satoru will maintain his personality, that being absorbed won’t change him but Suguru has to try.

The thought that he could lose Satoru for real–

“So you can keep me on a leash?” Satoru almost growls out and his eyes blaze an electric blue.

“So I can protect you,” Suguru immediately gives back. “So you don’t leave me.”

It almost feels as if Satoru’s skin is burning under his hand, but Suguru doesn’t dare to let him go, too afraid that he’ll slip right through his fingers.

“Absorb me, huh?” Satoru whispers after a moment, leaning in close and pressing his lips to Suguru’s throat, following the trail a curse normally takes.

His obsession with watching Suguru swallow the curses lately makes a lot more sense all of a sudden.

“Please, Satoru. Don’t leave me,” Suguru urges him and a shiver runs down his back when Satoru chuckles against his skin.

“I turned into a curse because I didn’t want to leave you,” he quietly says and Suguru bites back a moan when Satoru nips at the skin right at the base of Suguru’s throat.

“You don’t mind?”

“Mind what?”

“That I’m a curse now?”

“Why would I mind something that keeps you at my side?” Suguru gives back and really, it’s as easy as that.

As long as it means Satoru can stay, Suguru wouldn’t mind anything.

Instead of answering Suguru, he feels a tug on his own energy; Satoru urging him on to use his technique and Suguru doesn’t have to be asked twice.

Satoru is by no means weak enough for Suguru to forego the subjugation, but Satoru comes willingly so it’s easy to transform his energy into one of Suguru’s orbs.

But instead of swirling black and gold, this one is bright blue, just like Satoru’s eyes.

Suguru’s eyes burn again when he looks at the orb and he briefly cradles it to his chest, wishing to protect Satoru no matter what, before he plops him into his mouth and swallows him down.

Satoru goes down easy, easier than any other curse Suguru absorbed and the assimilation process is over in a heartbeat.

Suguru doesn’t feel any different, though the knowledge that Satoru is now his in a way that can’t be explained, can’t be reversed makes him go hot all over.

He feels a tug on his own energy again–clearly Satoru is impatient as hell–and Suguru quickly calls upon him. Satoru manifests at his side a second later and Suguru can tell that he’s more stable.

“It does help,” Satoru says, sounding almost surprised and Suguru huffs.

“You think I would lie about that?” he demands to know and can’t help but to sway close to Satoru. “I would never. I want you to stay, after all.”

“And I will. Until you die, I’ll be here,” Satoru promises and leans close, his eyes burning. 

Suguru meets him halfway, knowing exactly what it is he wants and he can’t even blame his own technique for that; Satoru is too powerful for him to completely control. He can maybe make suggestions, but Satoru will have to follow them willingly, or not at all.

And this, apparently, is something he does willingly.

When they part, Satoru grins at him.

“And? Do I feel human enough?” he asks, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes and Suguru chuckles.

“You feel like you,” he simply says, because it doesn’t matter to him if Satoru feels human or not.

As long as it’s him, nothing matters to Suguru.

[lockwood-fic-recs]

my heart's on fire & the flame grows higher

by menina123 on ao3

Rating: T | Category: F/M | Relationship: Lockwood/Lucy

“Yes, I suppose it is just the two of us,” Lockwood said. “We can’t reschedule on this late notice. Everyone else will just miss out on the fun then, won’t they, Luce?”

“Yep.” Lucy’s mood instantly brightened at the idea of an adventure with Lockwood, and she smiled at him.

After the rest of Lockwood & Co. backs out at the last minute, Lucy and Lockwood escape to a cottage in the countryside for a celebratory Christmas weekend on their own. Christmas activities ensue (and yes, there's obviously only one bed).

[empressgeekt]

Trolls - Veneer dies and is reincarnated as Floyd's kid AU

Okay considering how well received, my RPBAM AU, might as well share this crazy idea.

Okay, so Veneer still in prison. He doesn't mind. He's one of the guards' favorite prisoners as he doesn't make trouble and is very pleasant. He and Velvet had to be separated, due to her kind of falling off the deep end after their arrest and it wasn't safe for her to be in the normal prison blocks. its all sun-shine and rainbows until Veneer dies from and accident on prison grounds. I'll think he'd get crushed by machinery.

The thing is, he doesn't realize this, until he's hatching out of an egg in a completely new place, in a tiny body that doesn't listen to him, coming face to face with the person he fucking tortured for two months. He is freaked out.

On the other side of this. It's been a few years since his capture, and Floyd has settled down in Pop Village. On his good days he's on crutches and on his bad ones he can't get out of bed. However, He's made a decent life for himself. He's started a small career of giving private music lessons to the trollings of pop village and has rebuilding his bonds with all his brothers. Poppy and Branch (or maybe I'll link my two AUs and it will be Char not sure yet), have married and are waiting for their first egg to hatch. Clay and Viva are engaged and have move the Putt Putts to the village. Bruce lives with his wife and kids, at Vacay Island but he visits as often as he can. JD kind of wanders, but usually sticks to areas close to the village or Vacay Island, with his camping trips as an exception.

Floyd would find an egg abandoned near the river, and his pissed about it and gets attached quickly. Even after bringing the lost egg to Poppy and Branch, to report the lost child, he offers to foster until its family is found. Weeks pass and of course no one claims the baby. Leaving it's fate up in the air. Floyd by this point extremely attached, and files to adopt the egg, with no one interest he's given the full custody. Floyd is over joyed by this, as kids had been on his mind before but that possibility had been ripped away from him along with his talent. It wasn't that he was infertile his body just was too weak to be able carry safely.

When Veneer, now named Vinyl hatches, he's horrified. HE died, was reborn as a troll, and was now underneath the care of the troll he nearly killed. Veneer feels scared, stressed and super guilty, as now he has to witness the major after effects that Floyd has to deal with. However, as a newly hatched infant, he can not express these emotions beyond crying fits. As a result he's a very fussy baby. Especially when his new "aunts and uncles" come to meet him. First off, Apparently one set of them are the freaking King and Queen, and no knowing troll goverment, he assumes that he and Velvet freaking kidnapped not just a boy band member but that Floyd was part of the royal family, which how in the world wasn't he given the death sentence for (not that that mattered at this point).

Floyd takes his new son's fussiness in stride, but he can't help but still worry. He has no idea what's causing his son such distress, he even took the baby to a doctor to see if there was an underlying issue causing it. He confides in Bruce and Branch (his and poppy's egg hatched, into a little girl named Rose), and they comfort him, calming his worries saying that sometimes babies just need time to adjust to being out of the shell, and that it's okay to feel a little unqualified at first.

Eventually, Veneer accepts his situation, and decides to make Floyd's life as great as it can be, after he helped almost end it. Floyd continues to be a doting dad, happy to see that his son is settling in.

Years pass, and things change. Clay and Viva get married, and eventually announce their pregnant with twins. Poppy and Branch adopt a trolling who lost is family in a fire. Veneer, now completely going by Vinyl, attends school with Rose.

Life appears perfect, until Floyd gets sick. Bad days begin to out number good ones. He'd dizzy and nauseous, to the point of passing out. Stubbornly, he tries to ignore it, not wanting his wonderful to be messed up. besides it was probably just a bad run of his conditions. However, eventually he can't any more...

Veneer, now three fully walking and talking, finds Floyd on the fainted on the floor one day, and runs to one of his uncle's home to get help. The brozone brothers force Floyd into a doctor's visit, which has everyone on edge. Bruce was visiting and took Veneer so the toddler wouldn't have to deal with the sterile doctor's office. Leaving Floyd to talk with the rest. The doctor's confirm his symptoms aren't from his pre-existing conditions, and that scares him. He's scared for his future, and the future of his son. His brother's comfort him. Poppy and Branch vowing that they would never let anything happen to their nephew. Eventually he has a confirmed diagnoses.

He's pregnant. Which his reaction to the news could be considered utter shock. Floyd had been told this wouldn't have happened hundred of times, and if it did it would end in disaster. As such the doctors advise Floyd to give up on the new baby, so he could be their for his living son. This sends him spiraling, because he wants his baby, but if he/they died...Eventually he decides to give them a fighting chance. Branch and Poppy, move Floyd and Veneer into their royal pop, to give them support. Which was a good choice, as Floyd's condition continues to rapidly deuterate.

This whole situation, only raps up Veneer's guilt, after all if he'd never helped Velvet kidnap him, Floyd wouldn't be sick and that baby would have an actual chance. Floyd thankfully makes it through the carrying, but the egg detached early and messily. Its purple and blue shell thin and soft, needing to stay at the doctor's office until it hardened properly. Eventually though, it hatched into a sweet baby girl, named Billie. Underweight and tiny but alive. Floyd is overjoyed, and Veneer vows that he'd never let Billie turn into Velvet.

Billie is taken home, however, Floyd notices some things that worried him. She was very quiet. Like didn't make a noise even when she was having a crying melt down. Eventually the doctors say her vocal chords are severely under developed, and it was likely that she'd never talk, speak or sing. She was basically born mute.

Once more years pass. Billie grows, she can't talk but she signs, Veneer fits into the role of her guardian and translator, and had become well versed in many different instruments, Violin being her favorite. Veneer is close to Billie is ways that he never was to Velvet, and how cruel his twin had been to him is clearer then ever. Far too soon, they both reach adult hood, with big music dreams, however unlike in his past life, Veneer is excited about it, he knows Billie will work hard and cheer him on just as he will. It won't be like with Velvet, especially with the fully support of their large family. And they found great success, Veneer was Billie's manager, and some times did her correo. Everything was perfect.

Sadly though, Floyd would pass away when Billie was 15, and Veneer 18. His weaken body finally running out of road. Veneer pulls everything together for Billie, who's a complete mess. The rest of their family is there, especially John Dory. He's around all the time now, taking care of them when their too broken too.

The fic would end with Veneer, playing with his Nieces at a birthday part years later. Billie was all grown up, successful, loving, sweet, married with three children. Two little girls and a little boy. This was his heaven, not his pence's.

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So, that's my insane rambling. hope ya'll enjoyed.

[aftgficrec]

hi besties! can i be a bit weird and ask for sick fics here? old/new/favorites, any will do! just some big ol’ hurt/ comfort, especially if combined with some emotional hurt/comfort 🥰

There’s nothing weird about this at all!  Apart from the fics below, there’s also our sickfic tag as well as our hurt/comfort tag for more (see our tag page under the heading ‘themes - injuries/illnesses/conditions’). - S

Previous recs:

cool andreil sick fics here

sick fics here

foxes with headaches/sick fics here

10k+ sick fics here

Andreil in hospital here

Neil with major injury here

Neil gets injured (post canon) here

Neil & car accidents here

accident-prone Neil here

Andreil with amnesia here

medical Andreil/Aaron & Neil here

Neil getting roofied here

Also see… 

‘we're one (there's nothing to be done)’ here

‘Just like that day’ here

‘head case (what to do with you)’ here

‘Such Stuff as Dreams are Made’ here

‘Neil Josten Is a Lucky Man’ here

‘Broken’ here

‘If Only I Were Enough’ (completed) here

‘I'll Come Back To You’ here

‘glass in the trees (objects in the rearview)’ here

‘Running Ragged’ here

‘To Love and Be Loved’ here

‘all that looking down’ here

‘next best thing’, keep telling me that it gets better (does it ever?)’ and ‘no matter when and where, we’ll be alright’ here

‘Can Nobody Hear Me (I cannot breathe)’, ‘I remeber tears streaming down your face (for me to wipe them away)’, ‘you crawled inside my head’, ‘living leaves so many holes in us’, ‘Ciggarette Smoke Cure’, ‘Breathless’, ‘i've done my time’ and ‘cats and close calls’ here

‘The Highs and Lows of Pre-med Majors' here (Aaron)

‘Hold My Hand?’ here

‘Echo’ here 

I’m More Than This Body of Mine by yall_send_help [Rated M, 88811 words, incomplete, last updated Jan 2024]

The doctor took a pause, which Nathaniel was able to use to ask, “what about my leg?” The two pigs had the audacity to look surprised. The doctor looked over at them with a hint of confusion. “You didn’t tell him?” Towns shook his head as Browning said, “you told us not to.” Dr. Byrd nodded her head in approval and turned back to the bed. “Nathaniel…” she trailed off, reevaluating her words. “Would you mind if I sit?” and only after his own nod did she. “The damage done to your leg… it was unlike what most of the staff at this hospital had ever seen. The surgeons tried to save it, but…” She looked down at where his legs were and Nathaniel did too, only to feel himself pale at what he found. “The surgery took about three hours,” Dr. Byrd continued. “The only reason why it took so long was because the surgeons really did try to save your leg. They did. Amputations usually take only half that time. Eventually, Dr. McCoy called it. Because of the damage done to your leg, we couldn’t wake you up to ask. It had to go. I’m sorry.” or - the one where neil goes to baltimore and comes back missing a leg

tw: torture, tw: amputation, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: panic attacks, tw: blood, tw: animal cruelty, tw: implied/referenced drug overdose

fireproof by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 2097 words, complete, 2024]

Andrew gets his flu shot.

Things Always Gets Worse Before They Gets Better series by Renee_Walker_09 [Rated G, 40141 words, incomplete, 3 complete works, 2024]

Part 1: Beginnings & Endings (G, 1083 words)

It's 1:30 in the morning. The Foxes are celebrating their championship win against the Ravens the only way they know how to: booze, partying, and a little bit more booze. Nothing could possibly ruin this?

tw: car accident, tw: major character injury

Part 2: You Mean Everything To Me (G, 12767 words)

There are two crashed cars. There’s blood on the floor. Lights are flashing all around. Andrew is standing in the middle of the crash site with a blanket draped across his shoulders as he stares straight at Neil, lying on the floor.

tw: car accident, tw: major character injury, tw: (temporary) major character death, tw: suicide attempt, tw: drug overdose, tw: blood, tw: self harm

Part 3: Hours, Days, Weeks (G, 26299 words)

Andrew is lying in a coma following the accident. His condition is critical. And Neil and Aaron have to find a way to cope.  Neil and Aaron’s POVs of the crash and the past 6 weeks

tw: car accident, tw: blood, tw: major character injury, tw: (temporary) major character death, tw: self harm, tw: panic attacks, tw: seizures

NB: find art for the fics by the author here as well as embedded in the fics

Even goalkeepers can’t block sickness by BlowingYourMind [Rated G, 12768 words, complete, 2024]

“Rabbit,” Andrew peered up at him with half lidded eyes, “Yes or no?” “Yes ‘Drew,” Neil clasped his hands at Andrew’s elbows, “it’s always a yes, you know that.” “No ‘s not,” Andrew weakly argued as he took hold of Neil’s chest pad, using it to leverage himself upwards. It was awkward work of walking half-delirious Andrew back to the locker room, shielding him from the crowd while keeping him on his feet, but they managed. Or Andrew becomes very sick at an away game, and Neil and the foxes take care of him.

tw: vomit

the upswing by missgivings [Not Rated, 45569 words, incomplete, last updated Jan 2024]

The next universe over, life has gone a bit easier on Andrew. He’s gainfully employed as a nurse of all things, working beside his best friend Renee, and living in relative harmony with his brother, the recently graduated Dr. Aaron Minyard. Everything’s fine. It’s fine that he hasn’t spoken to Kevin in person for three years. It’s fine if Aaron’s leaving him to marry his stupid doctor girlfriend. It’s fine until the boy with the box-dyed hair stumbles into the ER and passes out at his feet, bringing a world of secrets and trouble with him. And Neil? Neil’s looking for any port in a storm.

tw: major character injury, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced self harm

please (don't bite) by Major_816 [Rated M, 5478 words, complete, 2024]

Genioglossus. It’s a fan-shaped muscle and forms the bulk of the inferior part of the tongue. It stretches to the hyoid bone too. ~ Neil wakes up to a bad day and it just gets worse.

tw: blood, tw: self harm, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: nightmares, tw: flashbacks, tw: vomit

Will you love me for who I am, not for who I was? by something_boring [Rated T, 1580 words, complete, 2024]

Neil is sick on New Year's eve, wakes up to the fireworks, and continues to have a panic attack about his time on the run.

tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Your Needs, My Needs by TogeMythia [Rated T, 1073 words, complete, 2023]

‘Neil.’ He whined, his face still buried under the blankets. ‘Hrmph?’ Neil responded with a confused noise from somewhere across the bed. ‘Do you feel as shit as you sound?’ - Or Neil and Andrew wake up sick on Christmas day.

tw: vomit

To be safe by HushedStars [Rated G, 2116 words, complete, 2023]

Neil is feeling unwell. He seeks comfort from Matt. It was late at night. Neil stood in the kitchen, deep in thought but still with one ear alert for any movement of his roommates. He shifted from foot to foot, hands digging into his sore neck

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: panic attacks

Safe with him by 1mNot4Hum4n [Not Rated, 2434 words, complete, 2023]

Neil is sick but doesn't want to admit it. He can't be sick. He can't be weak. Luckily Andrew is there to make sure his junkie is okay, and remind him that he has people around him who are willing to do anything to protect him.

'tis the season by moonix [Rated T, 5579 words, complete, 2023, locked]

Five holidays Andrew had to let Kevin take care of him and one time he got to return the favour.

i called your name ‘til the fever broke by cyanica [Rated T, 5632 words, incomplete, last updated Nov 2023]

Neil’s breath is hot and awful against Andrew’s thigh. “I can’t be sick on your birthday,” he says, like it’s that simple. “I can’t be sick on you on your birthday.” “How considerate,” Andrew’s voice is a bland murmur, and he is left watching Neil’s bloodless, wet lips, as he curls into Andrew’s lap. Neil gently pulls away after a moment, leaning back into Andrew’s hand on his neck. “Is me being sick still making you anxious?” he asks. Fever-stricken with dizzied-eyes and delirious thoughts, he knows Andrew without more than a moment beside him, a look into his eyes that makes Andrew feel undone, found. Or Neil is sick and Andrew isn’t coping well.

tw: vomit, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation, tw: anxiety

You Know I'm Good On My Own by sambutwithbooks [Rated G, 4568 words, complete, Aftg Then And Now 2023]

Andrew breaks his arm two games into the season and it feels a little bit like Neil’s world snaps with it. (A snapshot of Neil and Andrew between Andrew coming home from the hospital and going back home to Palmetto State.)

tw: major character injury

that's my line by sillyunicorn6154 [Rated G, 1291 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew is definitely not sick. But he is a little stubborn.

You're not fine, but you will be by karmenvi [Not Rated, 616 words, complete, 2023]

Neil is sick, so Andrew takes care of him. So it was supposed to be a sickfic, but it turned into 'Andrew stares at Neil and thinks his boyfriend is the prettiest boy in the world.' Anyway, enjoy some fluff.

I'll be okay if he's here by obsessivereader156 [Not Rated, 1673 words, complete, 2023]

“Thank you, Drew,” Neil says for the twentieth time, feeling so lucky to have someone take care of him. “Say it again and I will kill you.” “You’re just so nice to me,” Neil says a bit deliriously, “I’ve never had someone take care of me when I’m sick.”

If it means losing you, then no by LostMess_24 [Rated T, 6712 words, complete, 2023]

There was something against his hand, a pressure he knew too well, a hand that fit so perfectly against his, making Andrew’s presence known, making Neil’s entire body relax, slowing his breathing a bit. But before Neil could see the man at his side, it hit him. He was starting to feel it, all around him. Those white walls, the mattress he was in, the soft yet old sheets, the pressure on his arm. And finally, unmistakably, the regular and aggressive beeps, signs of a life that was his own. He was in a hospital bed. There’s an accident. Those idiots would do anything and everything to protect each other.

tw: major character injury, tw: car accidents

cause and effect by mistyrie [Rated M, 13107 words, complete, 2023]

"Andrew realized what he was seeing but he couldn’t comprehend it. He didn’t know how to help. There was no enemy to deal with – there was just Neil seizing on the floor and Andrew didn’t know what to do." Neil starts having seizures and Andrew tries to help.

tw: seizures (epilepsy)

how the foxes act when they're sick by @detectivebambam [tumblr, 2024]

headcanons on the foxes and illness

headcanons on Neil getting sick by @24-0z [tumblr, 2022]

Neil doesn't get sick very often, so when he finally catches the bug that had been going around campus, he's suddenly 8 years old again, sweating and trembling with fever

SICK!Neil for my soul. by @satan-in-a-v-neck [tumblr, 2021]

Neil is acting strange. Ask every fox and they'll tell you that for the past three days Neil Josten wasn't acting very Neil Josteny.

tw: vomit

illness/injuries as background event:

The Songs Around Us by doodlingstuff [Rated M, 80075 words, complete, 2022]

The mission was simple: Nathaniel would join Astral Foxes as Neil Josten and make them part of Moriyama Music. In reality, Neil became real, found a home, and fell in love despite his lies. When the Moriyamas send the Butcher to remind Neil of his mission and Andrew's life ends on the line, Neil will have to find a way to escape his fate and bring Andrew back. As he gets closer to losing the man he loves the most, Neil will realize that sometimes, music is the only answer, and others, truth is the only weapon he can use. Another Band!AU. This time extra angsty.

tw: torture, tw: car accident, tw: major character injury, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: panic attacks, tw: violence

NB: find art for this fic by @doodlingstuff here

[sassenach082]

Bradley is going to end up being the ultimate Nepo Baby But Actually A Talented One (fuck you, Tex) isn’t he

O H Y E A H

Bradley "I'm Not a NEPO baby!" Bradshaw

Daggers: Bradshaw you are THE NEPO-EST baby EVER to NEPO in the HISTORY of the UNITED STATES NAVY-

Bradley: NO I'M NOT YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW MY DADS WERE THEM *gestures vaguely at Mav and Ice* UNTIL LIKE TEN SECONDS AGO

Daggers: NEPO. BABY.

Bradley: LIES, SLANDER-

Like Bradley flies long before any of the rest of them and just casually drops his P-51 Mustang references and Jake is so incredibly jealous it makes him stupid but also he's Bradley so Jake kind of (REALLY) wants to climb him like a tree

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

Flourish AU - Ceara the Defiant - Order of Whispers

"Someday you'll see, Tyria needs me."

[steddieunderdogfics]

I'd like to rec the Between Worlds series by Paryton, it's absolutely breathtaking and deserves to be celebrated.

Third Degree Burns (and the blisters that follow) by Paryton

Rating: Teens and Up

7,713 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Lesbian Robin Buckley, post-season 3, the opposite of a fix it fic

Summary:

Robin Buckley makes it out of the Starcourt mall. Steve Harrington does not. This is the part that comes after.

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[spiriiitt]

Listening to Let Go by BTS while being sad about minecraft diaries is crazy bc actually fuck off

[lockwood-fic-recs]

status update

by menina123 on ao3

Rating: T | Category: F/M, Gen | Relationship: Lockwood/Lucy

LinkedIn: You have 1 notification. Congratulate Lucy Carlyle for starting a new position as Consultant Psychic Investigation Agent (Aural phenomena specialty)

Everything's the same, except everyone has an iPhone—a slight canon AU where technology has advanced to the present day. The story of the Black Winter through social media posts, texts, Google searches, playlists, and (sent & unsent) emails. Starts at the end of The Hollow Boy and goes through The Creeping Shadow.

[nevermindigotthis]

Me to myself: now what would make this even MORE tragic… 😁