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mrs-weasley-reid · 1 year

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Bubblegum Bait

Aaron Hotchner x undercoveragent!reader

Summary: Interpol, France HQ, asks the BAU team for assistance to retrieve their missing agent from a sex trafficking case that coincidentally landed on the BAU's radar. Turns out, as Hotch took the initiative to go undercover, you were already planning your escape.

Warning: use of Y/N and L/N (not a lot), curse words, violence, sexual advances and innuendos (and more, tell me if you spot them)

A/N: this is my first Aaron Hotchner post, have mercy lol.

Derek whistled, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "Old money, hot daddy."

Emily bursted out laughing, throwing her head back against her seat. David gave his best—he really didn't—to fight the chuckle threatening to rattle out of him, settling for a tight-lipped smirk.

"I was going to say that!" Penelope argued, turning to Hotch with a huge grin on her face. "Them ladies are 'bout to get an extremely Hotch meal."

Aaron depressingly placed a hand over his forehead, weighing all his options, regretting all his decisions. His ears glowed bright pink.

It wasn't like he had never worn a suit before, but this suit wasn't particularly the same as the ones he wore everyday. This one smelled strong and sexual, radiating opulence and grandeur.

His hair was out of control, as if he was a rabid man. The cologne that laced on the sides of his neck were reminiscent of asshole and arrogance. It would've been fine if he was still in college, but he was four decades in his life time for pete's sake.

He felt a hand squeeze his shoulder, turning to find the culprit of his demise. "You don't have to do this, Agent Hotchner." The woman with salt and pepper hair gave him an apologetic look.

"We're still working on identifying the victim. It's like she never lived here." Penelope stated as she pressed a button on the remote control.

"That's because she didn't." They all turned to find a woman in her sixties, accompanied by a lot younger man. She stepped inside the conference room, "Jeanne Renaud, chief of the Lyon Interpol Headquarters."

Aaron stood up, reaching a hand out. "Aaron Hotchner." He gave her a curt nod. "I didn't get any notice about your arrival. We're unfornately about to work on a case."

A tight-lipped smile ran along her lips, motioning for the man behind her. The man began to distribute folders around the table. "The victim is Liliane Zairsev. She's from Paris and a suspected victim of sex trafficking. A month ago, we found out that this organization is moving here in America. One of us was tasked to work undercover. We haven't heard from agent in a week. Three days later, we hear news about dead women who had the same victimology as the ones in the file, Liam handed out." She breathed deeply, crossing her arms close to her chest.

"Thirty-two victims?" David raised an eyebrows. If three was a horrifying sign in their line of job, he couldn't imagine the terror of the number he just mentioned.

"We need our agent back, Agent Hotchner. We need your help." Jeanne pleaded, worry flickering in her eyes.

Aaron's eyebrows softened, "Hotch is fine." He said kindly, despite the sternness of his voice. He cleared his throat, turning to his team. "I go inside, find her, and then get us out when I give the order." He recapped, laying out the plan in brief detail.

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"The night starts with auctions. There are two types of categories, dine in or take out. We're not sure which one she's in. We don't even know if she really is there. No matter what, once you find her, fight for her worth." Liam explained, checking the wires that hung like vines around Aaron's body.

Aaron kept silent, running every possible outcomes in his head. He wasn't knew to auction events, but how would he show eagerness rather than desperation? How was he going to save you without everyone figuring out that he was a federal agent and possibly risk both of your lives?

Liam straightened himself, signaling Aaron that he was done. "Dine in or take out, as long as you choose an exclusive package deal, they will grant you a private room. That's where they would possibly prepare her for—" He paused, clenching his jaw. As your close friend, he wasn't comfortable talking about you in such disrepectful ways. But Liam knew how vital every single information he gave Aaron. "—your pleasure... She will likely be sedated, but she fights like a lion. Just calm her down and get her out of that hell hole."

It didn't take a whole team of profilers to know that Jeanne and Liam didn't merely take this mission as part of their job. It was personal. It was family. You were their family, and they wanted you back.

"I'll get her back." Aaron promised, earning a nod from the younger man. He plugged the earbud that Liam handed him.

Everyone waited for Aaron in front of the building. Some of them, Penelope and Derek, have yet to fade their teasing smiles.

But JJ was the one who had an encouraging smile, "You look good. Take her back home to her family." She fixed his tie, tapping his chest with a load of silent 'good luck.'

David threw a set of keys in his direction, "Don't hurt her. She's the only wife that stayed for more than ten years."

Aaron let out a small chuckle, eyeing a 1984 black Cadillac Eldorado biarritz convertible. "I'll bring her back by midnight." He got on the driver's seat, feeling the texture of the wheel. If only David had the kindness to whip his vintage cars out every case, Aaron would've loosen up the lines on his forehead.

"Always remember, we're inside your head." Emily pointed at her ear, creepily grinning at him

"We'll be following you too, of course. We're going to surround the place, so don't hesitate to call us in." Derek added, chuckling at Emily's words.

Aaron nodded, taking a deep breath. He started the engine and made his way to you.

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"Struggling will only make it hurt more." The man with sculpted arms growled, glowering at your smaller body compared to him.

Cuffs bit the skin around your wrists and ankles. Cold hovered all over your exposed skin. With the little amount of coverage on your body, naked was the closest you could describe yourself.

The man held you by the neck, treating you like an animal for exhibition. He was getting off your winces, how a small whimper would shiver out of your lips when he dragged you too fast. He thought he could do them to you because you were sedated.

If he only knew how much you wanted to smash his face on the wall. But you had to keep an act.

Besides that was all he could do. Watch. Because you were for other people to ogle at. For disgusting, coward men who couldn't make their wives cum, much less you even if you tried.

You were a new addition to their attraction. Tonight was your first night. And you planned for it to be the last.

A woman, who was trying her best to avoid eye contact with you, walked the opposite way of where you were headed. She carried a tray, where a small letter knife sat seductively.

Half of her face was lined by a scar, dragging diagonally across her left temple down to her right cheek. Although the scar was visible, you couldn't help but notice how beautiful her eyes were. They were of bright grey-blue.

Without missing your chance, you purposely bumped on her, falling on your feet. "Sorry," You weakly smirked, swiping the knife in a blink of an eye.

"You fucking bitch! Look where you're going, you ugly shit!" The man shouted at the woman, kicking the tray in the middle of her picking it up.

You drilled in your head how many times you would apologize to her when you managed to escape the place and watch it crumble down during your arrest.

"It was my fault," You defended timidly. Despite the mental promise and keeping an act of being sedated, you couldn't just stand there and let her take all the blame.

The man glared at you and swung his arm. You prepared for the harsh impact, but another guy called out his name.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Are you fucking stupid?!" The other man yelled, he had blonde hair and awful beard.

You took that chance to slip the knife on your back, strapped under your bra's band, hiding it beneath the cascade of your hair. You bit your bottom lip, your movement causing a slight sting to shoot down your spine. At least you were certain that the knife was sharp.

The blonde man yanked you to his side protectively, as if what he was about to do was going to be a god-like behavior. "She's a new attraction. No one would pay if she's damaged. A bruise would lose us thousands of dollars, you stupid fuck." He lectured the other, nudging you to move.

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Aaron immediately felt dirty just by standing amongst the men that impatiently waited for some tits to jiggle or ass to bounce across the one-way mirror.

Each of them either holding wads of cash or a glass of their chosen drinks. Most of them were wealthy nobodies, but Aaron recognized a few politicians from distant cities.

He lifted the glass of old-fashioned close to his lips. Aaron has been catering the drink for a good two hours now, sipping little drops to keep himself sober and alert.

So far he hasn't seen you. There just might be hope that you were simply in hiding, but safe regardless. He has seen fifteen women being shown off like antiques, the men screaming for their high prices. If he could only buy all of them to safety, he would. But Aaron was there for you and you only.

"Gentlemen! Here's our special and last beauty of the night! She's new! Fresh! And untouched! She is available for dine in to the highest bidder!"

Aaron's grip on his glass tightened.

Jeanne slid a picture of you towards Aaron. "Her name's Y/N L/N. She's a brave one." Her breath hitched, fighting the urge to cry in front of profilers.

Your hair was tied up away from your face, revealing all your beautiful facial features. You were no doubt a gorgeous woman.

But besides your attractive face, Aaron's eyes were drawn to the gold necklace that sat on your chest. It was a gladiolus flower. A hidden smile spread over his lips.

It symbolizes strength and power. He immediately knew you were someone who always put up a fight.

Your hair almost hid the beauty of your face, but Aaron recognized the necklace around your neck even from afar. It was you.

"$20,000!"

"$50,000!"

"50! Anyone want to top that? What? I heard $80,000!"

"100,000 dollars!"

Aaron stared at your dagger glaring eyes. He let a smirk twitched his lips.

You knew.

You knew where you were. You knew men were fighting for you. You knew. Which meant, you weren't sedated at all.

"Smart girl," He mumbled to himself before announcing, "Five billion."

The crowd went quiet. And if Aaron was being honest, he would've paid more, because you were worth more.

Sadly, the bureau had a budget. He had to limit himself at 500 thousand and could move to 1 million if needed, but he'd explain his actions in the privacy of his office later on.

In that moment, he only needed to rescue you.

The announcer grinned maniacally, hitting the gavel against the sounding block. "One night dine in with this beauty, sold!"

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You weren't sure what type of man was unlucky enough to buy your time tonight. You bet he wouldn't expect a violent woman like you.

Contrary to your display earlier, you were now clothed with more fabric. Satin to be specific.

They made you change onto a black lace set. The bra pushed up every tits you could offer. A cheeky underwear that made your ass rounder. A garter around your waist that hooked on your black stockings that hugged your thighs deliciously.

You moved the letter knife on your right thigh. An easy access under the short black satin nightgown. You were prepared for battle.

The door swung open, came in the blonde man that seemed to keep his eyes on you. "Sit on the chair." He demanded.

You internally protested, but obliged. He placed back your handcuffs, but kept your ankles free. In his mind, there was no other way for you to escape but the door.

"This guy paid a lot for your time. Don't mess up. Or I'm going to make you regret it." He threatened before leaving the room.

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The payment process was crucial. Money was an immediate factor, Aaron mentally apologized to David for using his card, and for memorizing his bank account's information.

They led him down a hall filled with private rooms. Pornographic noise's echoed as they passed each door. Most from men. And if a voice of a woman managed to vibrate across the walls, they were of plea to be let go.

Aaron swore his ears were bleeding with disgust.

"This will be your room, Sir. Enjoy." The man excitedly said. He leaned a little, placing a hand on the side of his mouth to hide the words he was about to say, "I say you get the best out of this one. Everyone's dying to get a taste."

He managed to hold his fists back, urging a smug smirk to roll over his lips. "Then, I suggest you don't disturb us." Aaron stated before watching the man nod and walk away.

Aaron held the knob with hesitation. He wasn't sure of what he was going to be met with. He took a deep breath and twisted the knob, pushing the door open.

There you were, sat on a chair, patiently waiting for him.

The image was to be treasured, but Aaron had to remind himself that he wasn't the men that frequented that place.

A spark flickered in your eyes. Your lips slowly curved onto a smirk. "Hey, old man." You started in a teasing tone. "You can't just stand there and keep the door open."

Aaron's eyebrows knitted, but closed the door nonetheless after checking that the coast was clear from listening ears. "I'm Aaron Hotchner—" You cut him off.

"Strip." You casually ordered, taking him by surprise. "What are you? A cop? Fed? It's fine. It doesn't matter. Now, Aaron, strip. They're watching." Your head motioned towards the direction of the camera in the corner of the ceiling.

He took off his jacket, then began to undo his tie. "Fed. How did you know? We were thorough on my disguise." Aaron couldn't believe how amused he was. Thank god his microphone was off after Penelope begged him to turn it off due to the moans and asked to turn it back on when he found you.

You rolled your eyes, "A fine looking man like you doesn't look the type to wear a wrinkly shirt. You're obviously wired." Your voice echoed a matter-of-fact tone. "You took your first step with your left foot when you got inside the room, but it's clear to me that your dominant is your right. You have a gun on your foot. Which I think is pretty impractical. Come closer, you're here to fuck me, remember?" Your brows were raised, impatient for him to move.

Aaron would be lying if he said you words weren't affecting him. "You have a good eye." He stood before you, glowering down your face.

"Or you're just a bad undercover." You smirked, "What are you waiting for? Kiss me."

A silent huff escaped your lips when he froze. You stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. "You're very quick to have cold feet, Agent Hotchner." The way his name rolled off your tongue was distracting.

"Hold my waist—" You swiftly grabbed his hands and placed them on your sides. "—once you have a character to play, you embody it. Because it'll get us both killed if you don't." You kissed little of his exposed chest and looked up at him with a hairpin stuck between your lips. "Now, kiss me." You repeated in a muffled sound.

Aaron finally caught up with your plans. He leaned down and owned your lips, kissing the pin from you. With one hand, he took the pin and reattached your lips together as he began to unlock your cuffs.

You pulled him closer, tugging his belt loops. You led the two of you on the corner of the room, under the vision of the camera. And just as your back made contact with the wall, you felt your hands free.

You pulled away with a gasp of relief, "Thank god, I thought I had to fuck your brains out before you could even understand." You heaved, rotating your wrist to let the blood circulate once again.

Aaron looked away, "Sorry. I was a bit taken aback." He couldn't help but notice your closeness.

"Mhm, must be that old-fashioned you've been sipping like coffee."

His gaze shifted back to you. The taste might've been lingering on his lips, but the action he took? How did you know he was taking his time with his drink? Aaron would think that you're a profiler if he didn't know any better.

"You owe me a bubblegum," You exclaimed, pulling him back from his trance. "I prefer a proper old fashioned. Whoever made your drink was pitiful."

Aaron raised a brow, "I'll pay you a box of bubblegum just for that statement." His eyes were drawn to your purple wrists. "Did they hurt you?" He asked, fanning his breath on your skin.

"They wouldn't even if they wanted to. My beauty has never failed to save my ass." You chuckled, getting a whiff of his scent. Your nose crinkled, "Who made you wear that nasty cologne?"

He chuckled at your expression, "Jeanne."

Your face softened, nodding. "Makes sense. She has bad taste in men."

Aaron was having too much fun, when a voice echoed in his head.

"Hotch, are you there? If you don't answer, we're going to barge in."

He pressed the microphone, "We're fine."

"We?" Derek questioned from the other line.

"I'm with Y/N. We're about to make our way out." Aaron conversed, still flushed against you, caging you in his build.

"Y/N? Earlier she was just a her and now you're on first name basis?" Emily teased, which Aaron rolled his eyes on.

Your brows knitted, confused by his expressions. While he busied himself chatting with whoever was speaking in his ear, you began climbing on him like he was a ladder.

You fished your knife and cut the wire of the camera. Aaron's height was a huge help for you to reach such a high place.

He helped you get down, gently holding your waist to guide you. "Don't tell me you were already planning to escape?" Aaron was filled with amusement.

"I was going to kill you if you weren't a fed." You shrugged, walking out of his body cage. You picked up his jacket, "Mind if I borrow this?"

"It doesn't suit me anyways," Aaron kidded, earning a soft smile from your still plumped lips.

"Oh, really?" Derek taunted in his ear.

You glanced back at Aaron, "Tell your friends we're on our way out. They should meet us halfway. The guys outside are not skilled in combat, but they have guns. We'd be dead before they can even shout 'hallelujah' if they don't move now." You slipped your arms inside the sleeves of the jacket.

The jacket could almost swallow your whole body. You rolled the sleeves up a little. Aaron couldn't take his eyes off you. He loved the way his clothes looked way better on you.

"Did you get that?" Aaron spoke to his ear, nodding when he got a confirmation. He glanced at you with a stern look, and you two would never admit the small tug on his lips. "Let's get you out of here."

You scoffed, "Your help is just a bonus. I'm saving myself out of this hell hole."

With silent agreement, you opened the door, immediately greeted by two men who were about to check on your state.

"Hey—" You didn't give one of them the chance to finish shouting when you kicked his adam's apple straight into the center of his throat.

Aaron's eyes widened. Did the France Interpol really need the BAU's help? You definitely didn't look like you did.

You took the two men all by yourself, stepping on someone's back as you placed a hand on your hip. You stared at Aaron with disbelief. "You just gonna stand there?"

Before he could even respond, Aaron saw a man about to attack you from behind. He pulled you by the waist with one hand and punched the man with the other.

"You okay?" Aaron twisted his neck to your direction, hand still on your waist.

A wide grin swiped over your lips, adrenaline pumping through your veins. And your body moved like it was dancing on an upbeat music.

The two of you fought your way out of that hallway alone. It made every second of waiting to escape worth it.

By the time the team met you, you and Aaron have beaten up about half of the men in the place, minus those who were merely guests.

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Jeanne attacked you with a tight embrace, cutting your air supply. "I'm so glad you're safe! Oh, mon dieu!"

Next came Liam, punching your arm. He offered a welcoming smile. "I told you to always keep your tracker with you." He scolded lightly.

"I did!" You reasoned, a playful smile over your face. "I swallowed it, but I didn't expect to shit it out and flush it down the toilet." If you were lying it would've been way easier, but you weren't.

The BAU team introduced themselves one by one. You flashed them the same sweet smile you had on your picture.

"Behavioral analysis unit..." You nodded in thought. "Sounds legit." You added with a smile.

Their eyes couldn't help but notice how Aaron's jacket still sat around your shoulders. They weren't so slick as they thought, "It's collateral." You lifted your shoulders.

They looked at you with narrowed eyes. A chuckle coming out of your lips, you motioned your head in Aaron's direction where he was talking to Jeanne and a short-haired, dirty blonde woman.

"He owes me," You announced playfully.

Spencer was the first to furrow his brows closer than it already was. Why would their boss owe you? Aaron literally saved your ass.

"I can hear you judging me, Dr. Reid." You said without moving your gaze onto his. "Is that a side effect for being a genius?"

Emily's mouth flung open, "How'd you know he's a genius? He looks like one, right? Right?" She was friendlier than you had concluded.

You smiled, glancing at Spencer. "I've been an undercover for sixteen years. Reading someone became my second nature. I suspect it's the same for all of you, since you can't stop knitting your brows as if you're reading a difficult textbook."

"Sixteen? How old are you?" Derek had a great estimation of your age, everyone did.

"She's thirty-three. So old right?" Liam wrapped an arm around you, grinning.

"You started when you were seventeen?" Spencer curiously asked. An underlying question in his mind. How?

You pursed your lips, a small pop echoing between all of you. "You know those movies where the main character was raised to be an assassin?" They nodded simultaneously, like children eager for their mother's story. "My life was kind of like that. And when I was rescued, I didn't know how to do anything else." You explained carefully.

The others joined you, making short eye contact with Aaron. Jeanne stood next to you. "And we're sad that she's retiring." She announced lightly.

JJ looked at you in awe, you were only a few years older than her. It was inspiring to hear your story. "What are you gonna do after you retire?"

"Find a job that's less undercover work, but still occupies most of my days. Old habits die hard." In short, you didn't have a plan. All you knew was that after the case, you didn't want to work as undercover anymore.

"Come work with us!" Penelope blurted, earning everyone's attention. She glanced at Aaron, "We have an opening. Right, Hotch?" A sly smile decorated her cheery face.

Aaron raised his eyebrows, then met your gaze. He does still owe you a box of bubblegum, if he remembers clearly. And seeing your gorgeous face and watching you take down unsub more often didn't sound like such a horrible idea.

He bit the threatening smirk on his lips. "Yeah, I think we do."

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a fragile line - chapter 15

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC

Tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse, eventual smut.

Fic synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.

Word count: 2.5k

Chapter 15: 'Bloodstream'

Juliet's POV:

The floorboards creaked as Juliet stepped into the living room. She cringed and her eyes darted to Joel’s motionless body on the floor beside the couch, his head still cushioned by her jacket.

A sharp sting of fear pierced her heart as Juliet waited for Joel’s chest to move. Her steps rushed towards him, darting around the furniture in the room. Eventually, as she staggered upon his resting form, she watched his chest rise and fall, a soft groan escaping his closed lips. Juliet’s breath rushed from her open mouth, her whole body sagged in relief as she bent down in front of him.

The apology she had drafted inside her head, while standing outside in the cool night air, died on her tongue. Joel didn’t look angry, he didn’t look disgusted, instead, he looked almost peaceful. No doubt, his stab wound was still excruciatingly painful, but in sleep, that didn’t show. Juliet reached out her bloodstained hand, fingers trembling, towards his face. She wanted to smooth every line on his forehead, soothe every anxious thought from his mind, stroke the surprising softness of his lips. But she stopped herself, her hand halted only an inch from his face. Juliet could feel the heat from his breath caressing the tips of her fingers. She closed her eyes.

Joel was alive, Joel was okay, Joel was still with her… for now. Juliet repeated the words in her head as her fingers hovered over his face. She wouldn’t touch him again, she wouldn’t dare feel his rough skin against her smooth flesh. Juliet wouldn’t allow herself to submit to the desire that lurked under her skin. If she touched him again, she didn’t know what she’d do. Juliet couldn’t predict herself around Joel. He’d changed her, chipped away at her usual defences, allowed her to see a part of herself she didn't know existed.

It was dangerous. He was dangerous. Juliet had known that since her first day in the Boston QZ.

She opened her eyes and stood up, moving to sit on the armchair opposite Joel. Juliet sank into the dust coated cushions, coughing softly when a cloud blew upwards into her face. As soon as her body touched the plush fabric, an intense tiredness attacked her mind and her eyes closed.

Joel was alive, Joel was okay, Joel was still with her. Juliet let the words lull her to sleep, her breathing imitating the rise and fall of Joel’s chest as she let the terror of the day fade from her mind.

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Juliet woke to the sound of grunting. Her eyes fluttered open, sunlight invading her vision as she sat up. Her back ached from sleeping on those stiff cushions all night. Juliet rolled her neck, her mind was still fuzzy as she yawned. Then she heard another grunt, followed by a curse.

“Joel?” Juliet groaned as her eyes finally focused on Joel’s struggling form. He was trying to stand but his body was too weak. That didn’t stop him from attempting to pull himself up using the coffee table, though.

Juliet leapt from the armchair and instantly broke her new rule: she touched him. Juliet grabbed his shoulders without thinking, her fingers gripping his soft flannel as she positioned her body behind him, taking his weight.

“Leave me, I’m fine,” he growled, the sound vibrating right through to Juliet’s chest pressed against his back.

“You’re not ‘fine’... you were stabbed,” Juliet gasped out between rough breaths as she struggled to hold him upright. “Please stop moving,” she pleaded after she caught her breath.

Joel came to his senses and stopped attempting to claw his way onto the couch, his body sagged against hers.

“Okay I’m going to push you up on three…” Juliet croaked out. She could imagine Joel rolling his eyes at her shaky command.

“One, two…”

On “three”, Juliet pushed against Joel’s shoulders with all of her strength as he gripped the couch cushions, rolling himself onto the sofa with another loud groan. Juliet tilted backwards, just catching herself before hitting the floor. Reaching a hand behind her, Juliet pushed herself up, now standing over Joel as his body stretched out on the sofa. Her eyes darted to the gauze peaking through his rolled up shirt, checking for any fresh blood. There was none, thankfully.

Juliet had to force her gaze up to Joel’s face, sweat coated his forehead and dampened his hairline. She wanted to look away, her mind screamed at her to look somewhere else, anywhere else, but it was like time had rolled backwards to the night before and she was still leaning over his body after painstakingly stitching his wound closed. She was locked in his gaze again, Joel’s dark eyes were an abyss she desperately wanted to lose herself in.

After a moment, Joel’s stare drifted slowly down her body as though he was memorising every detail. He stopped at her stomach, his eyes hardening. Juliet’s forehead creased as she followed his stare, then she realised what had caught Joel’s intense attention: she was still covered in blood, his blood. It coated the bottom of her t-shirt and both of her hands.

“Were you hurt?” he questioned in a harsh, demanding tone.

Juliet shook her head, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s your blood,” she whispered back, the horror of the memory kept her from speaking louder. She didn’t want her voice to crack as she answered. Joel was stained with it, too. Surely he noticed the dark red patches which soiled his shirt and the top beneath it. Joel wasn’t looking down, though, he was still staring at Juliet with an intensity she wanted to run from.

Seconds later, Joel shifted, his whole body flinching as if he finally remembered what happened the night before. His head pulled back like he’d been slapped.

Juliet wanted to scream. She wanted to grab him and pull him close again. She wanted to grip his shoulders just to push him away. Every look he’d thrown her way, every touch he’d grazed upon her skin crawled over her at once. Juliet was frozen, waiting for Joel to say something, anything, to dispel the tension, to allow her to breathe properly again.

“Thanks,” was all he said, turning his head away from her, severing the eye contact. The action hit Juliet like a blow to the chest, she almost stumbled backwards. Last night she had armed herself to walk into the room and beg on her knees for Joel’s forgiveness, to tackle the consequences of that kiss head on. At the same time, a small part of her had hoped, selfishly wished, that Joel wasn’t horrified by the kiss, that his loud groans were actually signs that he enjoyed it.

That part of her died when Joel turned his head away from her, dismissing her entirely. She had stitched him up, saved his life, but nothing more happened, and nothing more would ever happen. Juliet swallowed the lump crawling its way up her throat and stepped backwards, running her hand, still stained with his blood, over her face.

When she was far enough away from him, Juliet straightened her back and blew out a long breath.

“I’m going to see if I can find us some clean clothes,” she muttered, hesitantly looking over at Joel again. He didn’t even turn to face her, just nodded his head in a sharp, dismissive movement.

Juliet fled from the room on unsteady feet. She had gotten what she had wanted, there was no mention of the kiss between them.

Juliet didn’t expect it to hurt this much.

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Upstairs, Juliet searched each room for wearable clothes for her and Joel. Tears burned in her eyes but she kept looking, kept pretending that there wasn’t an ache in her heart again. In the first bedroom she found a tank top around her size and in the next bedroom she found a flannel. Armed with her new clothes, she rounded the corner and pushed through the door into what she assumed was the master bedroom. Everything looked untouched, just like downstairs. You would never have known the world had gone to hell unless you looked closer and noticed the layer of dust that covered every inch of the room. Juliet thought it was strange that the bed was still made, as if the owner would return to it later, pull back the covers and sink into the mattress after a long day.

Juliet walked around the haunted room, her eyes gliding over every object, every decoration, every sign that there was once life here. Then her eyes closed and a hot tear escaped from the corner of her eyelid. Home was such a foreign concept to Juliet. Life with her father was a prison, life on the road was a nightmare, and life in the QZ never really felt like her own. Juliet struggled to think of a time when she closed her eyes to sleep and actually felt safe, like she would wake up the next morning without a care in the world. The tear burned against her skin as it rolled down her cheek and dropped onto the clothes tucked against her chest.

Juliet blew out a breath and kept moving, searching for another closet. Thinking about what she didn’t have was never a good idea.

Around fifteen minutes later, Juliet walked down the stairs, dressed in her new tank top and flannel with Joel’s new shirt gripped in her hands. She readied herself to see him again. Her heart rate increased with every step but she transformed her features into a neutral expression.

Walking into the living room, Joel was still spread out on the couch, his eyes closed and his moving in a steady rhythm. Juliet inhaled a breath of silent relief.

This time, she let the floorboards creak on purpose, waking Joel from his sleep. She needed his attention and wasn’t going to risk touching him again. He opened his eyes with a gasp, immediately searching for Juliet. His head fell back against the couch when he noticed her standing over him, a new shirt dangling from her fingers. Joel reached up and took it from her, stretching it out to see the navy material. He nodded his thanks. Juliet responded by turning around and dragging her backpack over to the armchair, then digging her hands in to pull out a can of food.

Next, she grabbed her water canister and wet her hands, attempting to scrub off the reminder of Joel from her skin. She kept her head turned away from him, giving him privacy to get changed. Juliet heard him struggle with his wound but she knew he wouldn’t appreciate her help, so Juliet kept staring ahead, fiddling with the can opener in her hand.

She couldn’t bear to see another look of contempt in Joel’s eyes.

After a few minutes, Joel had gone silent and Juliet felt that it was safe to turn around. She grabbed her water canister and brought it over to Joel, who sat upright with his back against the couch. Joel, now dressed in his navy blue shirt, had missed the top buttons so Juliet was forced to look at the patch of chest hair it revealed.

Juliet bit the inside of her lip, hard.

Joel took the canister from her and drank the water in large gulps. Juliet had to look away when her gaze strayed to the muscles in his throat, swallowing down the water. Had it always been like this around Joel?Juliet wondered. Had she always felt such a magnetic pull towards him?It felt as though the kiss had awakened something in her, like she had touched him once and now her skin couldn’t forget how he felt. Longing pulsed through her as his dark eyes quickly grazed over her new outfit while his throat continued to move.

Juliet tasted blood in her mouth. She looked away, clearing her throat.

Joel stopped drinking and used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth before he sat the canister on his lap, his legs spread as he leaned back on the couch.

“Just a couple hours to rest and we can be on our way,” Joel said, his fingers tapping against the metal canister.

“No.”

His tapping stopped.

“No?” he challenged, his head tilting to the side.

Juliet crossed her arms over her chest. There was no way Joel would be ready to continue their journey in just a few hours. He couldn’t even sit up without extreme effort. If they left now, he’d hurt himself even more.

“I didn’t stitch you up just for you to burst it open the next day,” Juliet countered, raising her chin to help make her point. “We’ll stay here tonight and discuss this again tomorrow morning.”

Joel was shocked, Juliet could see it all over his face. His lips parted as he struggled to formulate a response. Then something shifted, his eyes turned dangerous again.

Juliet involuntarily took a step backwards.

“So you make the rules now?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Juliet ran her tongue over her dry lips.

Joel’s eyes dropped to her mouth before flashing back up to her eyes, his jaw hardening as he waited for her reply.

“I make the rules when you’re not thinking clearly,” she replied, shifting on her feet.

Joel didn’t like that, his hand wrapped around the canister in a crushing grip. Juliet didn’t know how he managed it with his injury but he straightened on the couch, making him seem taller. Joel’s presence dominated her even though Juliet was the one towering over him. She had to stop herself from shivering in response to his wicked stare.

“I’m not thinkin’ clearly,” he repeated, lengthening the words in his southern drawl. “How so?” he finished after a pause. His voice was lower than usual, darker almost.

Juliet swallowed. Joel followed the movement.

“You’re injured,” she whispered in response, losing her bravado every second Joel held her in his piercing gaze.

“Is that all?” Joel questioned, tilting his head to the side as his stare shifted down her body again.

Her skin started to flush. Juliet didn’t understand what was happening. One second she was in control, innocently insisting that Joel take a full day to rest his injury, and the next moment, she’s trembling under his gaze again as a hot, traitorous, desire spread through her bloodstream.

Joel’s fingers began to unconsciously stroke the water canister up and down as he continued to watch her, waiting patiently for her answer.

Juliet had to put a stop to this, slice the tension, get back to the matter at hand. She tightened her arms against her chest and sucked in a deep breath.

“That’s all, Joel,” she replied, breaking eye contact as she whirled around and walked towards the half-open can sitting on the armchair. Juliet could feel Joel’s stare heating her back but she didn’t turn around. Surely he must still be delirious from his injury. Joel had never spoken to her like that before. Juliet gripped the can opener, twisting the cool metal with more force than necessary.

How would she survive the rest of the journey with him acting like this?

A thousand questions shot through Juliet’s mind, but she knew one thing for certain: she wasn’t the only one affected by that kiss.

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@amyispxnk @shotgun-shelby

#joel miller #joel miller x female oc #joel miller x reader #joel miller x original character #joel miller x oc #joel miller hbo #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfic #joel miller angst #ao3 fanfic #tlou #joel the last of us #the last of us #Spotify #pedro pascal

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flare-the-freak · 3 months

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Made a fix it JJK au bc sillies! So here's some random silly things :3

I post more goofy stuff on my friend's and I's JJK server! I'll drop the invite below ;)

The only reason this somehow happens is because Toji gets paid MORE by Gojo, so he gets a salary by Gojo and ends up more in an uncle position with Megumi and Tsumaki! More in depth is Gojo helps Toji get back on his feet, and actually chooses to yoink Megumi and Tsumaki so they doesn't get stuck with the Zen'in

Suguru DOESN'T defect, but still hates non sorcerers, and sometimes rants to Gojo about how he wishes he could just- implode them! Non-sorcerers tend to avoid Suguru since he sometimes talks about this in public

Curses are actually integrated into society! There's two "types" of curses that you can encounter. The Normal curses we know (Animalistic, runs on fear as fuel, extremely dangerous and tend to kill a ton of people) or "Humanoid" curses, IE Jogo, Hanami, Mahito, etc! Non-sorcerers can see both breeds, however usually only interact with Humanoids!

Yuji, Sukuna, Choso, and Kenjaku (in Ms. Itadori's (does she have a name?) body) all live together. Kenjaku never gets in possession of Geto's body (since he doesn't die) and Sukuna is an elder brother to Yuji, but younger to Choso. Same abilities but toned down

Sukuna is a third year at Jujutsu Tech

Choso is in college, studying the fine arts

Kenjaku is a single mom. She's not the greatest in this, but damn it he's trying! (and genderfluid)

Gojo and Geto teach at JJK tech. Gojo even got Toji a job there!

Rainbow comes back! No one realized curses can reform and keep it's memories, or it's just a special case..but she's back! She found Gojo once when he was on a mission, she very clearly wasn't tethered to Geto anymore, but still clung to Gojo like a giant cat. She shrank herself down to the size of a big dog and followed him home

Gojo and Geto now have Rainbow in their house, Megumi was so mad (Curses don't need to eat though, thankfully. She keeps shredding his bed with her nails though.)

Speaking of Megumi, him and Sukuna have known each other awhile, and Sukuna tries to wing man him AND Yuji (He hates watching them pathetically flirt. It makes him so mad)

Sukuna came home with face tattoos (inspired by a JJK art piece I saw will tag once I find!) after being dared by his friends to get them while drunk. Kenjaku grounded him for 3 months. Anytime someone asks, now Sukuna says it's part of his cursed technique.

oh whoops! dropped some ocs in there! shout out to @notagremlim

for their sona Grem who I've traumatized beyond repair using Toji! GREMJI BRAINROT TIME! <3

Grem and Toji were married, until Toji got involved with some dumb shit and divorced his husband as Toji didn't want them involved. Grem was...not happy when Toji came back. Refused to talk to him for like- 3 months. Toji was like a pathetic cat, and Gojo was not great advice considering bro was a teen dad and still traumatized from getting mauled!

Speaking of getting mauled, Itadori meets Megumi through Sukuna, who had to come pack for a trip and Megumi (against his will) is forced to come with! Gojo wanted Megumi to have experience on the battlefield against the "feral curses" (Geto isn't happy.) And Itadori...man bro is GONE. Even Kenjaku is raising a brow. Megumi summoned the divine dogs to take care of some curses terrorizing some little kids, and Yuji is like "Oh shit! He's handsome and is a dog person?" Sukuna decides to take Yuji with, who then figures out his cursed technique is....well throwing hands. Pretty much canon stuff there but without Sukuna's abilities and the fingers.

Curses are extremely abundant, with humanoid ones actually helping to exorcise the feral ones. Mahito is a bit of a menace though and Jogo and Hanami are just there to keep him in check

Gojo sometimes works overtime to make sure Geto has time off in case he noticed Geto spiraling

(Suguru has to bring this up when Gojo was gone for a week, came home, and immediately collapsed all six eyes out. And yes. He has a legit six eyes here, it's just he hides it with cursed energy! But when he's super excited about something or REALLY tired they pop out, or if he just- is relaxing at home.)

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bitter69uk · 9 months

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“New York glitter-punk outfit The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black began life as a near-death experience. Shortly before forming the band in 1990, front woman Kembra Pfahler was strangled in a brutal mugging and almost died. While recovering, battered and zonked on painkillers, she watched the 1975 horror movie Trilogy of Terror on television. The film stars Karen Black, the quirky cross-eyed actress whose wildly erratic career encompasses everything from some of the key American films of the 1970s (Easy Rider, Five Easy Pieces, Nashville, Day of the Locust) to mainstream Hollywood schmaltz (Airport 1975) to obscure straight-to-VHS exploitation / horror dreck. In Trilogy's best-known segment, Black is stalked by and eventually possessed by a cursed malevolent Zuni fetish doll which has come to life. [SPOILER ALERT] It concludes with a final jolting image of the now-crazed and murderous, knife-wielding Black grinning blank-eyed and maniacal to the camera to reveal a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth identical to the Zuni doll’s … In her traumatized state, that savage and disturbing image -- combined with almost dying -- made a powerful impression on Pfahler. Inspired, she would blacken out her teeth, conceal her natural fine-featured beauty under cadaverous make-up and take to the stage clad in little more than a pair of thigh boots and a coat of body paint. Pfahler’s look can suggest a character from a John Waters film given an “ugly make-over”: think of Divine as the acid-scarred Dawn Davenport in Female Trouble (1974), an image which seems to anticipate TVHKB’s twisted glamour. Like Divine before her, Pfahler shaves off her eyebrows and shaves back her hairline to accommodate her extreme eye make-up. “I want to be both very beautiful and very repulsive,” Pfahler would explain to The Toronto Star in 1994.”

/ From my own blog post “The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black at Meltdown Festival 10 August 2012” /

Born on this day 62 years ago (4 August 1961): California girl-turned-NYC provocative performance artist, Cinema of Transgression actress and Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black voodoo-dolly singer Kembra Pfahler. Photo of Pfahler by me!

#voluptuous horror of karen black #lobotomy room #kembra pfahler #performance artist #punk #glitter punk #performance art #new york punk #trilogy of terror #karen black

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magical-girl-brainrot · 1 year

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thinking about magical girls based on horror subgenres YET AGAIN. this time, rough notes.

the magical girl team we follow, the horror gals, work for what would be the classical big bad of a magical girl story. these gals being a rouge gallery of dark magical girls fighting more traditionally light magical girls.

do any of the horror gals like, actually care about whatever their boss's big plan is? not really they just do their thing then clock out and go home.

the team leader is based on psychological horror. she is THE brains and charm of the operation. she extremely does not care about whatever her boss's big plans are, she just wants to do her job and then go home thanks. i imagine she's sharply dressed just cuz i think that would be a nice vibe.

there's a girl based on gothic horror that while transformed she seems like your pretty typical like, rich girl wanna be royalty one, she acts like she's hot shit. she's not, and when you meet her powered down it's clear that she is not hot shit. honestly a mess normally.

there's a girl based on like, found footage/analog horror, that category of spooooky. her magical girl weapon is a camera she can trap people in. i like to think she uses her time doing magical girl stuff as inspiration for her movies and stuff. she's just kinda vibing off in her own world half the time. has a running gag of people being startled by her showing up even tho she's been in the room the whole time.

of course there's gonna be a magical girl based on slasher films. i don't have a clear picture of her yet but i think it would be funny if she like, played a Big Guy role (you know, the team power house) but she's like, she's a short queen. power condensed into a tiny package. or maybe she's short normally but finally becomes tall while transformed, we'll work shop it.

and then one fun idea i had was one of the light magical girls getting ditched by her team and getting picked up by the horror gals. thus becoming the mascot horror party member. terror in a cute package. for looks are deceiving, and that which looks most innocent often hold vile secrets.

and that's what i have so far. i'm gonna brain storm some other magical girl ideas. see what i want out of a final team. since i wanna get as much range with horror stuff as i can without making a fucking HUGE cast (it's my curse, i have To Many Ideas Always). and figure out what a theme for the light magical girls could be.

anyways that's the post gamers.

#magical girls #magical girl story #magical girl idea #horror #horror magical girls #Team Horror Gals #< that's what i'm gonna tag this project from now on

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infoglitch · 3 months

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Enough.

... I hate that I'm pissed because I have a fuckin au idea and this time unlike all the ones I haven't posted yet, this one is... Arkos... SHIT.

Ok my own gripe with arkos and pyrrha aside I should probably explain my idea. So basically me being me aka a fuckin thief I decided to say, "let's give jaune a yuta deal from jjk." Because... I'm sorry I've been in jjk brain rot for the last month.. that and writing branded dogma but we aren't discussing that.

So basically after pyrrha dies to cinder it's not ruby who sees Pyrrha's death but it's actually jaune, and jaune unknowingly unlocked his semblance due to this and, well I have a little theory about semblances or at least I would like them to be handled, semblances manifest when a person has reached the peak of a desire, that semblance thus grants that desire. So basically once Pyrrha's dead jaune's semblance is released and it's a little different, I dub his new semblance, "spectral", basically how it works is he can imbue his aura into a anything and forces it to live, or if someone dies he could force their souls into his service. Anyway that's the idea now for some skits.

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Jaune found himself walking with Nora, Ren, and ruby as he watched Ruby looking over the map as she seemed frustrated. Jaune sped up and was next to her as they kept walking.

Jaune: h-hey ruby you alright?

Ruby mumbled something before looking at jaune as she jumped back slightly.

Ruby: dear oum! O-oh jaune! I didn't notice you were beside me, w-what were you saying again?

Jaune: o-oh I was just checking in on you is all.

Ruby: oh well I'm doing great, just annoyed with this stinking map.

Jaune nodded as he hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder and said something but ruby didn't hear as her face went pale with a shiver running down her spine with everything around her just vanishing.

Ruby looked around unnerved before seeing a suit of Spartan armor as a green flame burned from inside of it.

Ruby stepped back as she felt her breathing quicken as the suit of armor stared at her, it didn't have a face but Ruby could feel its stare.

???: jaune... Leave... Jaune... ALONE!

The suit of armor dashed towards summoning a spear as Ruby screamed-

Jaune: RUBY!

Ruby snapped out of it as jaune, Ren and Nora all stare at her in concern. With jaune holding her shoulders as he seemed the most concerned.

Jaune: ruby are you alright, you just f-froze and-

SMACK

Everyone stood in shock as a hand print had found itself across jaunes cheek as Ruby stared at him with her right hand raised to the other side of her head, her eyes wide with fear as she trembled in terror.

Ruby: d-dont.. don't touch me.

Jaune: ruby...

Jaune looked at her his eyes filled with confusion. Ruby stepped away from him as Ren looked at Ruby's demeanor closely.

Ruby: just.. d-dont touch me.. ok?

Jaune looked at her still confused but soon nodded.

Ruby and jaune didn't talk to each the rest of the day.

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Everyone had found themselves staring down cinders team as everyone had their weapons at the ready but lowered as cinder glanced at each of them with a smug expression before her attention was focused on the strange blonde fool, she didn't know why but the air around him... It felt... Cursed.

Jaune: you... How dare you act like this...

Cinder raised an eyebrow at the fool as her seemed to shake slightly.

Jaune: walking in here.. acting like this.. wearing all the atrocities you've done... LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR!

Everyone in the area could feel the air get.. cold. Extremely cold, as if the bashful fall had let in the apathetic winter.... No, the hateful freezing cold.

Cinder could feel it.. all of this presence.. where was it coming from?

Jaune: I'm going to make you pay... For everything you've done.

Jaune suddenly bolted towards her his sword at the ready.

Jaune: YOU. PIECE. OF. SHIT!

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That's all I got.. so far. If y'all got any questions just fire away in my asks and if you got an idea for the au just tell me.

I am desperately craving someone to hit up my asks so.. yeah.

Without anything else.

Rock on till ya drop. Tata mothafuckers 🤘

Cheers 🍻

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby au #pyrrha nikos #jaune x pyrrha #rwby pyrrha #pyrrha x jaune #rwby arkos #arkos #kinda..

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radiosummons · 11 months

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Actually, I think Jason's eyes should glow in the dark.

Yeah, the Lazarus Pit restored him (arguably). And while the side effects of nigh uncontrollable blood lust/rage, green eyes and bouts of extreme depression are pretty neat for angst reasons/the "came back wrong" trope, I'd just think it'd be funny if another side effect was glowing green eyes.

Just picture with me, if you will, a member of the Batfam walking exhaustedly into a pitch black room and then immediately shitting themselves when a pair of cursed eldritch green orbs stare straight into their soul.

And when someone finally turns on the light, they realize it's just Jason raiding the fridge for a post patrol snack.

This is the twelfth time Jason has purposely exploited his fucked up eyes for the sole purpose of terrorizing his family and he refuses to stop no matter how many times they desperately beg him to.

#batman comics #dc comics #jason todd #red hood #the red hood #batfam #batfamily #i just think it'd be funny #let jason be a little more cursed #is all i'm saying

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horror-aesthete · 2 months

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#amc the terror #cornelius hickey #solomon tozer #extremely cursed terror posting #horror movie memes #personal

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love-toxin · 2 years

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song of styx vol II - eddie munson

vol I

plot: the time has come, and your son has been born. in the aftermath, you and Eddie entertain some guests that are eager to meet the newest addition to the Munson family.

cws: birth, descriptions of labour, fem angelface, post s4/s4 spoilers. eddie being a good (read: overprotective) dad, found family trope, brief mention of eddie's dad, implied childhood trauma, mentions of night terrors/PTSD/scars, overwhelming fluff, eddie sings a little, eddie lives au, this is basically a big comfort fic.

song reading recs: Wishing Well - Black Sabbath, Hasta Manana - ABBA

word count: 7.3k

"Still can't believe you wouldn't let me call him Ozzy." Eddie says with a smile over your shoulder, his hands round your midsection. Your brain's still fuzzy, extremities numb and just slowly coming back to life–but you tilt your head back to reply nonetheless.

"You're still hung up on that? I thought we had a compromise. I can go back to calling him what I wanted." He shakes his head at once, the smile never wavering, and pecks you on the lips while he has the chance. Gentle affection like that hasn't been easy to come by the last few days, the long hours of labour passed with sweat being wiped from your forehead and your grip crushing Eddie's bony fingers as you let out your pain in a myriad of cries and curses to him and his whole family line.

"No, I like this. 'Jesse Munson'. Nice ring, eh?" A brow raises slightly on your part, but you feel it settle and just roll your eyes as you turn back to the bundle in your arms. He's missing the middle name that he'd insisted on, one that had made you smile when you heard him first say it–but maybe that's because his senses are better than yours, and he can hear the footsteps approaching the curtain that separates you two from the rest of the world.

"Knock knock?" You'd know that voice anywhere. Eddie finally peels himself off your back and steps around you to cross the distance and tug open the veil that's marked the edge of the room you've brought your child into the world in, and there stands his uncle, soon to be your uncle too.

"Hey, Wayne." His forehead crinkles as he smiles, first at you, and then down at the baby in your arms. You know there're others waiting to see the little guy, but Wayne was always going to be the first–he was the first one to answer Eddie's frantic call and come peeling down the visitor's driveway after all, and whom you had just caught a glimpse of when you were being wheeled into the room you'd be delivering your son in. He had given Eddie a tight hug and a grip on the shoulder, reminded him to keep it together 'for her'–for you–and you're sure that's most of the reason that Eddie kept his nerve as he held you through every second of that dreaded pushing.

"You're standing, sweetheart? Not tired?" You stretch out one of your legs unconsciously as he says it, the feeling returning at a faster rate now that the drugs have worked their way through your system…mostly. Wayne's tone is gentle, sweet, it's what you need and you know the stress is easing off now as you draw closer to the older man.

"Been in bed for too long, I think my legs needed it." You laugh, and he helps to close the distance slowly so as not to disturb the bundle in your arms. Aside from the initial gasp of breath and howling cry, Jesse's been relatively quiet, sleeping like a little angel even as he's been passed between you and Eddie to peer down at that little face and point out whose features have graced it.

"Oh, look at him…" He's absolutely mesmerized. Eddie comes round to his uncle's other side, and Wayne reaches around him to squeeze him into a side hug and ruffle his hair a bit. You can feel the pride swelling in his chest, and when his hands are free, you carefully pass over your swaddled son into his waiting and gentle arms.

"Meet Jesse Wayne Munson." His uncle's eyes widen, and a giggle splits your lips as he looks to you before his head tilts to look up at Eddie in disbelief. You really wish you had your camera now, just to catch that expression on his face–especially when Eddie's grin is so big that he shows off all those pearly teeth as he looks back at his son's namesake.

"Oh, Eddie…that's.." Not often have you seen the older man speechless, but it's not a bad experience when it brings both you and his nephew a giggle. Wayne's attention draws back to the baby as he coughs, before his tiny mouth stretches into a yawn, and you can feel how strong their bond is already. Jesse seems to just nuzzle right into Wayne's arms, like they're already best friends.

"I want him to grow up to be as great as you are. I want, uh…I want you to be his grandpa. If that's okay." Nobody standing in this room needs it said out loud to know why that's such an important question for your boyfriend, especially not Wayne. The absence of Eddie's father is a sore spot to say the least, and he's been practicing pitching his request to his uncle for practically as long as you've known you were pregnant.

"You're aging me, Eddie." It's clearly a joke, evident by the grin stretching across his features, and Wayne's finger crooks into the lip of the blanket, grazing the little guy's chin as he lays there sleeping. "My grandson…you made quite the handsome little man."

Eddie knows that's a 'yes', even you do, and with a shared look between you you're quick to turn to the sight before you again, wanting to drink it in as much as you can. The three of you sit in silence for awhile, and you're grateful for it–it's comfortable, and Wayne seems beyond happy to look down on his great-nephew-turned-grandson like you're sure he probably did when Eddie himself was born.

"Hafta say, I was worried at first. But seeing you two like this, I know you'll be good parents to this little man." His eyes move to you specifically, his voice smooth with sincerity. "Don't think I've seen two people more in love."

Eddie beams with pride. That's the highest compliment you think you've ever seen him receive, that you've ever received, and if not for how wrung dry you are right now you would probably shed a few tears seeing how Eddie's trying to wipe his own away.

"Alright, back to daddy we go," Wayne finally murmurs to your son, a kiss laid upon his little forehead before he's passing him carefully into Eddie's arms. You're certain that by now Wayne must be completely exhausted, he has been here for almost the entire time you've been in labour.

"Get something to eat, and get some rest, you two. You need anything, gimme a call." Eddie nods in agreement, and with that, Wayne steps out and sheathes the curtain back to protect you two from the beeping and shuffling and chatter of the rest of the hospital. You know Eddie's holding himself back, soothing his sniffles by lifting Jesse up and nuzzling noses so he doesn't cry again in front of you–he already did that once, when he held his son in his arms for the first time, and you're sure after blubbering that hard about how much he looks like you he's had enough of crying for today.

"He's beautiful. And you're beautiful, mama." He makes his way back to you at the side of the bed, leaning in for a kiss over Jesse's head as you take a seat that you've been needing. Seriously needing.

"I'm in pain, is what I am." You manage to say it with a smile, but it's a lot more true than you're letting on. Everything feels like it's been shifted, even looking down and seeing your stomach deflated is a strange thing to adjust to–and that's not to speak of the pain that's increasing and decreasing in waves as your body gets used to its new form. One you're still not sure Eddie will like, but he doesn't have any complaints thus far. In fact, the only things he's commented on is how glowing and beautiful you look, and that he's relieved that nothing went wrong.

"Lay down then, I'll look after him." He adjusts his hold on your little boy, and bumps the bed gently with his hip as he takes a couple steps towards the sofa on the other wall of the little room.

"You sure?"

"I'm fine, baby. Not tired at all." You really don't need much more convincing than that, and as you slowly and very carefully shift yourself back up on the bed, your spine relaxes immediately when it hits the soft sheets. It's still propped up so you can see, so it's more like you're leaning back a bit in a sitting position, but it's definitely what you need right now and you let out a deep sigh of relief as you settle in with the blanket pulled over your lap.

Meanwhile, Eddie's put Jesse down on the sofa cushion for a moment as he strips off his shirt, before pulling your little boy up to lean him into the crook of his neck, one hand on his back and one hand cradling him underneath. His tattoos contrast the soft, unblemished skin of your newborn, they show his maturity, his age–and so much of you wonders how much Jesse will take after his father, whether he'll look just like him as he gets older.

You wiggle a bit to get yourself to relax, and only then feel the weight of the past few days, the past nine months rather, fall on your shoulders and squish you down. Your body sinks into the soft mattress like you haven't been pinned to it for hours upon hours prior to this–but as you're getting as comfortable as you can be all things considering, a humming hits your ears, and your love starts to sing on the other side of your little makeshift room.

"Look in the water…tell me, what do you see?" The song has no sharp edges, none of the bite that the original has–and you know, because Eddie has played this song for you many times with the promise that he would sing it for your son, along with many others. He bounces him with a gentle hand as he lets the rhythm flow through his voice.

"Reflections of the love you give to me," He hums on, cooing softly to your son when he starts coughing, before the melody eventually finds its words once more. You swear you've never heard Wishing Well sung so sweetly, so full of love. "Time is a never-ending journey, love is a never-ending smile…" He paces as he sings, humming the guitar riffs in between.

"I'll give you a star, so you know just where you are," Eddie's eyes catch yours as he walks, gently patting your newborn to settle him as he wiggles against his shoulder. And at the sight of you so entranced in the lullaby, he grins–because he knows that few other people would let some freaky metalhead not only sing Black Sabbath to your baby, but be the father of one in the first place.

"Some day, some way…." He pauses, head tilting down to look on at his son. "You'll feel the things I say…"

"Dream for a while," His lips curve upward, and he turns in place like he's doing a mock spin. "Of the things that make you smile…"

You know this is only the first of many songs you'll hear Eddie sing to your baby, maybe the first of the dozens of hundreds of thousands of songs that he'll teach Jesse to sing along to, and to play on his precious guitar. "Don't you know…don't you know?" He shakes his head a little, bouncing on the balls of his feet as his curls fly to and fro, his headbanging rewarded by the tiniest, most charming gurgle you've heard in your life.

"That I'm your wishing well." Jesse is lifted up in his father's arms to have a kiss pressed to his head, the fuzzy patch of what might one day be frizzy curls just like Eddie's tickling his nose before he lowers him back down to hug him to his bare chest.

To think, less than a year ago, you were terrified at the thought of this very scene. Your mind had raced with questions of how you could take care of a helpless baby, how you would even afford one, and what if Hawkins implodes on itself like it seems so prone to doing? What if you would have to, one day, protect your baby from the unthinkable horrors that you and your boyfriend have just barely escaped from? And what if you fail?

You're still worried, of course. But those worries fall to the wayside when you watch Eddie gazing down at your son, so full of love and so, so happy. Happier than you've nearly ever seen him, the only other moment being when he spotted you coming into his hospital room and holding his arms out to you with tears in his eyes and a sob choked up in his throat. The bone-crushing grip you'd had on his hand during labour definitely makes up for that hug he had given you, that squeeze that nearly strangled you, and said without words "I never thought I would see you again, and I'm so glad I was wrong."

Just when you're starting to doze off with that thought comforting the aches in your body, your eyes starting to flutter closed, your ears twitch at the sound of more footsteps coming closer–but the volume and speed with which can't possibly be a doctor or a nurse, especially not since you can hear the squeak of sneakers and the bark of the attending nurse telling whoever it is to slow it down.

The curtain whips open, and in comes barreling one of Eddie's little protégés–curly hair bouncing beneath that baseball cap with every thudding step until he skids to a stop mere inches from your boyfriend, with Lucas and Max close on his heels but with a little more tact to enter quietly.

"There's my little guy!" Dustin cheers, and as much as you know Eddie wants to chew him out for being loud and obnoxious around your newborn, he just scoffs and rolls his eyes with a resigned smile on his lips. He does lower the baby a little so they can see him better even so, Lucas and Max crowding around him with bright eyes to peer at the little man.

"You better've washed your hands, you little demons."

"We're not animals, Eddie! And I'm not the one half-naked!" As per usual, they've already got that banter back and forth that's so familiar to them, but with them, it's purely affectionate. You'd be more worried if they didn't bicker back and forth like grade schoolers.

"It's called skin-to-skin, butthead. Sit." Eddie cocks his head towards the sofa behind him, and Dustin hurries to drop himself into the seat closest to him with his hands held tentatively in front of him.

Eddie was beyond protective all throughout your pregnancy, his eyes constantly on your back in case anything perked up his danger detector. But the kids were different–as long as you were okay with it, it was your body and your baby after all, he would let them around whenever they wanted and hang out as long as they wanted. And they did so a lot, endlessly curious about the baby (save for Mike, who had been through the process with his little sister Holly) and always interested in feeling him kick and watching your belly move when he was shifting around. Which, obviously, had been a bit weird for him, since you know he likes his private time and needs a lot of it to conduct his other businesses that the kids don't need to get involved in. But he had stopped all the dealing too, hadn't even smoked but for once or twice aside from a cigarette here and there, because he suddenly had become ultra concerned with secondhand smoke and how it would be bad for the baby. So after all that protectiveness, it warms your heart on a new level to see Eddie pull the blanket back around your son, and lower him gently into Dustin's arms with his hands guiding the younger boy's to make sure he's got his head supported.

"Skin-to-skin?" Lucas pipes up, having moved past Eddie to sit beside Dustin on the sofa while Max steps over to your bed.

"It forms a bond with the baby. Helps them calm down, warms them up. It's good for them." They seem satisfied with that answer, or at least Lucas does, because Dustin's absolutely mesmerized by the little sounds Jesse's making and the yawn that he lets out so softly.

"How are you feeling?" The redhead at your side fiddles with her fingers, worry clearly etched into her eyes that she's probably struggling to will away.

"I'm on the up. C'mere," So you smile for her, and open your arms for a hug, and Max smiles right back as she takes it quite happily and squeezes you tight. She's had some kind of other sense for yours and Eddie's safety since everything that happened, and for good reason, although you wish a girl as young and sweet as her didn't carry so much guilt on her shoulders.

"I can't believe you're a mom, and Eddie's a dad…it's crazy."

"Me neither. He sobbed like a baby." The best thing you can do is make her laugh, and when you do and you can share a giggle with her as you whisper that, it feels like another step is being taken up the hill that you all feel you're climbing just to claw at some semblance of normalcy. The two of you look on at Eddie as he pulls his shirt back on, those deep scars disappearing beneath the black fabric of an Iron Maiden band shirt he's had forever. You pat her arm, give her a look and a tilt of your head, and she grins and squeezes you one more time before hurrying around the bed and slinging her arms around Eddie's middle before he can say "what". And while he hesitates, because he always does, he's a lot quicker to hug her back without a smirk or a teasing comment–they just hold each other, not a word being exchanged except for that silent "I'm glad we're both alive to see this" that doesn't need to be said out loud.

And when they break away, and Max circles around to sit on the arm of the sofa on Dustin's opposite side, the three of them look on in wonder at the little bundle and take turns holding him for the first time. He's hovering around them still even though they're careful, watching with beady eyes for anything to go amiss. You can practically feel his hands twitching in anticipation for one of them to drop him as they pass him around, and even though it worries him so much, it's so sweet to watch.

"He's cute." Lucas leans over him now cradled back in Dustin's arms, a smile clear on his face as he looks down on him. "What's his name?" You know your boyfriend's been waiting for this moment, and he puffs out his chest.

"Jesse." He says proudly. "Jesse Wayne Munson." You know he's rolling the words around in his mouth, getting adjusted to them. Not like he'd ever forget them, though–no, you can be sure your son's name will be remembered for a long, long time.

"Jesse!" Dustin squeaks, and immediately blurts out a couple sorries when Max and Lucas hush him, just to continue at a much quieter volume. "Jesse, you're our new party member!" As he says it, he lifts him up higher to hug him to his chest, only for the hand he has on his little head to start slipping right in view of Eddie's watchful eyes.

"Care-ful!" There's a twinge in Eddie's voice, an uptick as he holds his hands out in preparation to cushion his son's fall, and Dustin immediately readjusts out of panic. "Cradle his head, dingus!"

Your boyfriend sighs, but it's a mock sigh, one that's as dramatic as you're used to when he's not really mad and just wants to make a point. "You better be more careful than that if you're gonna be his uncle."

"Uncle?" Dustin repeats incredulously, looking up at his DM like he can't believe what just came out of Eddie's mouth.

"Yeah, duh. He needs one–you see a brother of mine anywhere?" He says it like a know-it-all, but it's impossible for him to wipe the grin off his face when he sees the joy on Dustin's.

"Uncle Dustin….hell yeah!" You're sure he'd be pumping his fist in victory if he wasn't holding the baby, but Max and Lucas high-five over his head when Eddie asks the same of both of them, the three of them so excited it's like they've won the lottery.

For the next little while, the four of them chatter quietly as the kids keep passing Jesse around to hold him. You let your mind wander a little as they do so, eyes peering around the room until they land on a little box radio sat on the side table that you had ignored for a while now. You stretch to reach it, thankfully without Eddie noticing, else he would have rushed to get it for you–and when you pick it up off the counter, you flick it on and switch through the stations mindlessly, until you land on a channel playing a string of ABBA for the afternoon. The slow, rhythmic tones of Hasta Manana fill the semi-quiet air, and you set it back down in reach with the volume on low to listen and let the tunes soothe you. So much, in fact, that when your eyes close for a moment they don't open until you're jerking yourself awake with a gasp.

"Jesse?! Where's my baby?" Still muddled and eyes bleary from sleep that you can tell was much longer than intended, your words tumble out on top of each other as you rub at your eyes and feel the panic bubbling up in the back of your throat. Whatever you had been dreaming about to leave you this unsettled, you hope you don't remember it.

"Here, he's right here, baby. It's okay. Look," Thank god Eddie's on the ball, all too used to your night terrors and anxiety that he ushers Max, who has Jesse in her arms, right up to your bedside to show his sleeping face to you. You lean over so far you nearly slide out of the bed, but when she holds him out for you to touch his warm, breathing mouth, you feel the fright ebb away and you can relax back into the bed with a "sorry" murmured rather meekly.

"No, it's…don't worry about it, baby. Don't worry, okay? You're safe. Jesse's safe." Eddie slides past Max to lean over you, one hand on your cheek and the other on the back of your head to pull you close to his chest. Your fingers graze his wrist, your eyes squeezed shut to stop the tears you can feel coming on, and still he hushes reassurances into your hair like the kids aren't even there. "Everyone's safe. We're not in that place anymore."

As if on cue, as you're running those words through your mind–we're not there anymore, we're safe, our son is safe, our friends are safe-a shrill cry erupts from Jesse's tiny lungs, nearly startling Max in her arms and breaking you out of that fearful dream-state and back into reality. A shocked "whoa!" escapes her, and you find it within you to let a relieved chuckle loose and let Eddie wipe the tears that had managed to spill out, before she holds your baby out to you and gently slides him back into your arms to be soothed.

"Are you hungry, my love?" He cries even harder in reply, and you don't even have to share a look with Eddie for him to get you the privacy you need.

"Alright, outta here. Scram!" He puts on a joking voice to swat them out of the room, but not before all three of them wave and congratulate you one last time, before you can hear them discussing what to eat themselves as their footsteps patter further and further away. As soon as they're gone, you pull your gown apart with Eddie's help and hold your son to your chest, heaving a sigh of relief as he manages to latch and start sucking with ease. He's already doing so well, even the nurses have commented on how agreeable of a baby he is–and if he's an easy one to raise, it'll be quite the load off your shoulders when you've got so much else going on. You shift a little uncomfortably, thinking back on your outburst…it doesn't feel as comfortable here as it did. You'd rather be home, in a place you know is safe, and now you're just looking forward to when you can leave once the doctor gives you the go-ahead.

"Are you hungry, my love?" Eddie kisses your temple as you relax back into the bed, one hand on your boob and the other cradling your baby, and you nod with half-lidded eyes and not an ounce of energy to say it out loud. Not when you don't have to, since your stomach grumbles at that very moment and draws a laugh out of your boyfriend.

But again, just as things are settling down and he's moving to put on his jacket to go scope something out for you, the question of what brand of greasy fast food you want barely off of his lips–that's when more footsteps thunder closer and closer to your room, and that same exasperated nurse shouts at you three hooligans to quit running in the ward.

Just as the kids did before, the curtain is thrown open with haste–and there stand Steve, Robin, and Nancy, who arrive in more of a frenzy than when you had seen them sprinting away from horrors beyond mortal comprehension.

"Damn it! We missed–oh,"

"You really wanted to watch her squeeze a human out of her?" Steve's disappointment is slashed almost immediately by Robin's wit, the comment followed soon by a "sorry" and a sheepish smile, as she's probably realized how real your pain actually is from the look on your face. But while it somehow doesn't quite register for either of your female friends, Steve's face burns bright red and he averts his eyes in a second.

"Oi! Bozos! Turn around!" Luckily, despite you being far too tired to consider the fact that your chest is out and on display, your boyfriend is on it immediately and is already turning Steve around by the shoulders while Nancy and Robin quickly follow suit. They aren't forced to wait there for long, though, because before you know it Jesse's as full as his little tummy can take and you have the chance to readjust, Eddie giving them the okay when you're properly decent–and when the three of your closest friends can lean over your bed and take a look at the little tyke.

"Oh my God, he's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life….Nancy, please tell me you're feeling what I'm feeling." Robin's talking a million miles an hour, eyes totally filled with stars as she looks down at the baby with her hands hovering in front of her mouth. Nancy is quick to fall into the baby talk, the confidence she naturally has around babies, but Steve….he's just standing there. Awestruck. So it's only reasonable that Nancy gets handed the baby first, her touch delicate and soft as she cuddles him up in the crook of her arm. The crowd of them around you are so mesmerized, you don't even notice the soft-spoken nurse tapping on Eddie's shoulder and drawing his attention away.

"Mr. Munson? You've got a call. Relative of yours." Fortunate that you're presently surrounded by trusted friends, he doesn't shoot you that strained look like he's wondering whether he can leave you alone. Instead, he kisses the top of your head before shuffling off. "Be right back, baby."

Once he's departed, Robin gets her turn with holding Jesse, sticking close to Steve with the worry that she might drop the poor kid, and Nancy takes the chance to cozy up to you. "So how was labour? You feeling okay?" She perches on the edge of your bed, and you nod.

"I'm alright…sore."

"I bet." With one hand on your shoulder, she rubs it affectionately with a smile, before using the other to produce an envelope from her jacket pocket.

"Here. This is for you." Your brow quirks up, your fingers tentative as she passes it into your hands. Carefully, you unseal the flap before lifting it up–and when you do, you're ten times as quick to shut it and press it down into your lap like it's full of top-secret information. "Nancy-!"

A curious peek back at it to confirm what you just saw, and it is indeed: it's stuffed full with the thickest wad of cash you've ever seen, and all you saw at a glance was rows and rows of hundreds. "We pooled it together."

"Nancy, I don't think I've seen this much money in my life. I-I can't-" With a shake of your head, you try sticking it back into her hand with another on her wrist to steady it.

"You can." She gently pushes it back into your hands. "Think of it as a baby gift. Or a wedding gift." Her eyes and yours slide down to the ring on your left hand, the simple little band that you didn't think anyone would notice. "You can use it to get your own place, or for Jesse, or for a wedding–whatever you want. It's yours. Besides, you still have Eddie's medical bills, too. We're at fault for that no matter which way you slice it. So think of it as a reward for being a hero."

When Nancy puts her mind to something, she can't be deterred. She's determined to give this money to you, to the point that she won't even touch it, and now here you sit with a magical answer to almost all the problems you had fretted about prior to Jesse's conception, during, and after. Like it's just fallen out of the sky…or more like up from the Upside Down.

"Nancy, I…thank you. You know that he would do that no matter what, though, right? He loves you guys."

"And we love you." Robin chimes in. "You're our friends–and you had a baby! Sorry, I still can't believe he's this cute…" She tickles his little cheek, now settled comfortably in Steve's big arms, and he looks so comically small in comparison to your rather fit friend.

Nancy leans in to whisper "You can thank Steve for most of it, anyways." with a wink, knowing you'll get a kick out of that little victory considering Steve is always the one admonishing you both for not spending your money wisely. In some ways, Steve's been the biggest worrier over your unborn child until this very moment–constantly on the watch for any changes, looking out for danger, you've even caught him poking through the cupboards in Eddie's kitchen to make sure you've got enough food and the right foods to keep you healthy. Sticking to a diet of tinned spaghetti and boxed macaroni and cheese simply did not fly when you were pregnant, and you're sure it won't now that Jesse's here if Steve has anything to say about it. Which he will, you're sure. He can't hide that adoring look in his eyes as he cuddles your baby like he's his own.

Just as you're setting the envelope aside, though, placing it gently on the table beside you, Eddie reappears as the curtain draws back and lets it flutter closed behind him while he makes his way back to your side, with something clasped tightly in his hand. You greet him with a "hey baby" but he looks distant, like his mind is preoccupied with something else, even as he hikes himself up and settles on the bed next to you with an arm creeping around your shoulders, the other reaching into your lap to push a jello cup into your palm.

"Who was it?" You ask, leaning into the tender strokes he makes up and down your arm with his fingertips, and peel the lid off the cup to start sucking the bright red dessert out of it. It's not much, but it's enough to tide you over and doesn't take very long to drain until it's empty.

"My dad."

"Your dad?" You repeat incredulously, cheek still half-full of jello, as Eddie straightens up in his seat before leaning back in for a kiss. In the whole time you've been dating and even through the whole time you've known him, you've never been face to face with his father. You've never even spoken to him, and conversely, Eddie has rarely said a word about him–even less so a positive one. "What did he say?"

"He.." Eddie spaces out for a second, before scoffing. Very unlike him. It betrays how shaken up he clearly is, especially with his hand trembling a little as he takes the plastic cup from your hand and turns to toss it into the garbage in the corner of the room. "He asked me to bring the baby to see him. In jail."

"Oh…" What can you possibly say to that? It feels like the air's been sucked out of the room, your other three friends falling completely silent in the background of this conversation, feeling like they shouldn't be witness to this rather private affair. "What did you..? Do you want to?"

Eddie shakes his head almost immediately, and if he wasn't in a hospital right now, you know he would spit–you can tell he's itching to by the clench of his jaw. "No. No way in hell he's ever gonna see my son. Not gonna let him fuck up Jesse the way he fucked me up."

A pang hits your heart just so, and while Eddie's hand on your arm is comforting, the urge to avert your eyes to the floor is so strong to the point of almost being unbearable. While you'd never speak ill of your love, his upbringing isn't the sort of thing you want to pass on to your son, and even though Eddie shares that sentiment wholeheartedly you still feel some sense of guilt at expressing it. You love Eddie, that's undeniable–but you know that he worries about it himself, worries that one day he'll treat Jesse like he was treated and turn into that person he swore he would never be. You don't believe he would, you can't believe Eddie ever would, but the possibility is something you know he's considered when he wondered why you didn't want to have kids at first. His kids or any kids, was that the difference? Had you once believed, even for a moment, that Eddie might turn around and hurt you while you had your guard down, only to be locked into a life with him as well? If those thoughts are the ones that plagued him, at least before your son arrived and changed both your respective worlds, you wish that you could go back and say yes when he asked if you wanted to have a baby–because you know how happy you are now, and you know that there's nothing that would've given you pause if you had known that before. Especially seeing Eddie hold your son, cradle him, cry over him….he's going to be the best father. You know he will.

"Anyways, speaking of which–Steve?" Harrington raises his head to attention with a "yeah?" his gaze finally broken off the baby in his arms. It's obvious that you're gonna have some strong contenders for babysitting dibs with Steve in the mix alongside everyone else, and the idea of it draws you out of that mess of thoughts and regrets that you've lost yourself in momentarily.

"Godfather. Wanna be his?" He cocks his head, his smile no less than glowing when Steve sputters and stumbles over his answer, almost too shocked by the delivery to do so.

"I–yeah, yeah, I will. I want to. Yes." His eyes dart down to Jesse, brow softening and his lower lip tugged between his teeth like he does when he doesn't know what to say.

"Wanna be godmother, Robin?"

"Yes!" She, on the other hand, is way faster on the uptake and claps her hands together excitedly, peering over Steve's shoulder to coo at her godson as if he can already understand her. Maybe he does, because he reacts with a chorus of little gurgles that she just swoons over like she's falling in love all over again.

"Cool. Godfather Steve, Godmother Robin, Aunt Nancy."

"Aunt?" Nancy slides off the bed to make room and shifts her weight from one foot to the other, tone laced with curiosity and maybe a twinge of shock.

"Or auntie, or whatever. Unless you don't want to." He waves a hand around as he speaks, and he seems to shrink a little bit when a smile flickers across Nancy's face. He gets nervous around her like he doesn't with other people. You know he was anxious about asking her that, so he did it in his own way–a very Eddie-like way, in which he basically thrust the title upon her and left her room to reject if she wanted to.

"I'd be honoured." Her gaze flutters back to you, and you get to share a smile so comforting that it makes the feeling last. So much talk of death and fighting and monsters has sullied your view on the world, you've come to realize. You've been seeing your life through the lens of constant fear, anxious about what's to come next and bracing for the worst possible outcome every single time for far too long. Now, you know for sure that Eddie was right, because having your son in your life now….well, you couldn't be happier that you've finally got him, regardless of what may lie around the corner.

"So, does being godmother mean I get dibs on babysitting?" Robin giggles as she plays with his little hands, inadvertently breaking you out of your reverie, and one look at your boyfriend betrays just how fondly he feels about this whole view laid out in front of him.

"Well…it really means that, if we die, or something happens to us, you two will take care of him. And, y'know, you gotta send him birthday cards every so often." His hand raises to play with the ends of your hair with an absent mind, Jesse's newly-appointed godparents scoffing at even the mere mention of either of you dying. Joke as much as you all like, you know how easily it could happen, but you don't let it sober the happy occasion. The thing that does, however, is Eddie's eyes roaming and his fingers prodding at the thick envelope that had been lying on the stand by your bed. One press on the inner fold, and he can confirm that it's filled with exactly what he thought it might be.

"Well, if I knew you guys would pay me off to have a baby, I would've knocked her up sooner." He plucks it off the counter and waves it around, the eldest Wheeler going a little rosy in the cheeks at her gift having been found out. "Nancy, I really appreciate it, but this-"

"But nothing, butthead. It's for Jesse." Steve pipes up, the baby nestled safely in his arms until he moves to pass him back to you, so carefully you would think it's his own baby he's holding. Robin's a little too excited to hold him again for now, she's always so antsy about dropping the little guy, but she'll get her turn to spoil him soon. And lucky for you and all your friends, Eddie shuts his mouth at that, save for the quietest "thanks, you guys" that slips past his lips just loud enough for them to hear.

"Don't mention it. We'll give you a little alone time, now–and we'll go get you some real food. C'mon." Steve ushers the girls out as they say their goodbyes while he holds the curtain open, and smiles back at you three over his shoulder before he follows suit and leaves you in the relative quiet of your room.

"You're just collecting family left and right, aren't you?" You murmur in the foreground of their footsteps wandering away, and he chuckles as he leans into you as if he can't get close enough.

"I want Jesse to have people around that love him. I don't want him to feel lonely, or…like there's nobody that will help him." Eddie's talking to you but he's looking down at your son, his rings contrasting velvet-like skin as he thumbs the little curve of your newborn's brow. Jesse gurgles in reply, his tiny mouth yawning open for you to spot that little pink tongue as it sticks out. "I want him to make friends, and fall in love, and just…be happy. I don't want him going through what you and I did."

"I don't think anybody could go through what we did." You answer, and Eddie rests his head against yours, temples touching and his curls tickling your cheek as he swallows and sighs. His body heat is a comfort in itself, his arm around you loose enough to be comfortable but firm enough that you won't forget he's still there.

"He should never have to fight to survive. I would rather die than have him-"

"Don't you dare say that, Edward." His lips split into a knowing smile, even though you shoot him a scowl just inches from his own face. Uttering his full name is a warning, a stop sign all by itself. "I mean it. Jesse needs his father."

"I know. I know, baby."

"I need you, too." His kiss blinds you to that worry, warmth flooding through your face and down your throat as if he's pouring his reassurance past your lips like it's a cup of sweet wine. It'll still burn once it goes down, and it'll never go away–but the primal fear is past you, at least for now.

"I won't scare you like that again. I swear." Eddie seals that promise with a kiss to your temple to follow it, and lowers his hand to rub the one you have cradling your son, paying special attention to the little band you have on your finger.

"Baby?" He hums in reply.

"I think…I need to sleep. I'm tired."

"I bet you are." He whispers, suddenly very aware of your half-lidded eyes as he carefully takes the baby from your arms. "Lay back, I'll wake you when the others come back. You've been through a lot today."

"Don't leave me.."

"I won't. Me and Jesse will be right here." He lifts him up to look at you, before turning him to cradle his tiny body in the crook of his arm. "Waiting for mommy to wake up."

Only when Eddie says it does it feel real, when you actually understand the fact that you're officially a mom. It's sobering, scary, exciting all at once, it's something that could both make you cry and bring laughter to your lips–and at the moment, it's the latter, because with a more concerning gurgle and a soft "blah!", Jesse's turned his stomach out all over the breast of Eddie's shirt, followed by a sharp cry and a giggle erupting from your lips.

"....Aaaand spitting up all over daddy. Heh. That's my little demon."

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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In the mood for a Fic...

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1. I’m in the mood for Rogue Cultivator Wei Wuxian, particularly any fic where Wei Wuxian’s parents live a bit longer so that he isn’t on his own until his teens? I’d really love a fic where his understanding of the sects and his own self-worth is informed by his parents. Bonus if his introduction to the sects happens at the Cloud Recesses lectures! Thanks!! @posteggpunk

Wújī by FairyTaleDreams (M, 43k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WCZ & CS Lives, Rouge cultivator WWX)

🧡Resplendence by FrozenMarVel (E, 159k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, CS Lives, Different first meeting, Fluff, Crossdressing, Love at first sight, Fix-it of sorts)

Dear Fellow Traveler by Netrixie (Not Rated, 13k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alive WWX parents, immortal BSSR and family being rogue cultivators together, meet cute, travel partners falling in love, Flirting, Yearning, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Sweet, good parental figures only, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together) absolutely adorable,tho this *is* wangxian centric

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2. Hello! For the next mood post, does anyone have any animal cafe/animal shelter recs?? Or any other fics with cute wangxian interactions with animals. Pls and ty!!

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Bun Fu Fighting by Silvarbelle (G, 4k ,Modern AU, Racism, racist microaggressions, petting farm (in america), animal education, cultural education (attempt), Two Dads, Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Mojo’s Post)

2:15 PM by cherishthespark (T, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Bunny Cafe AU, This counts as a coffee shop au right, Coffee Shops & Cafés, Fluff, Pining, pre-dating)

风调雨顺 | a good time (to grow a family) by frostferox (T, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, Meet-Cute, Domesticity, Pets)

Found: Extremely Friendly Fox by wanderingflame (T, 22k, ZhuiLing, WangXian, mild animal injury, Curses, Reunions, Fox WWX, Foxxian being a lovable terror, POV Alternating, Modern With Cultivation, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

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3. What is that one fic that lives rent-free in your mind?

🧡Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 370k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

🧡close your eyes, feel my heartbeat by ThatDesiGirl (T, 11k, WangXian, blind!WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rewriting Canon, not a fix-it but a what-if, Golden Core Transfer)

(I enjoyed both of these a lot ~ Mod C)

💖From the Future for the Past by friedchickenlord (G, 27k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, fluff & humor, happy ending, denial, pining, bullying ur younger self is in fact ok) I feel like I’m always reccing this but I just love it too much haha ~Mod L

Taking Responsibility by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 6k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Getting Together, Trope Subversion/Inversion, Pretend mpreg, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Fluff and Crack)

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie (E, 76k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pianist, Getting Together, Mental Health Issues, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Hospitals, Overdosing, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Warnings In Author's Note) the one fic that lives rent free in my mind, it's a modern AU that taken on depression and suicide themes but in such a thoughtful and cleansing way

The envy of the world by vulnerable_bead (E, 48k, wangxian, post-canon, night-hunt; WWX and LWJ as teachers to LSZ, LJY, and Lan junior OCs; poetic fairytale prose; a casefic of unfurling complexity with an intelligent, subtle, and powerful antagonist; mysterious uncharted musical magic; a climactic confrontation that deserves to be animated. And then there’s the famous Windowsill Papapa Scene.)

Different Paths to the Same Route by JustAWanderingBabbit (T, 184k, 3Zun, Canon Divergence, What-if, Magical genetic testing, Family Feels)

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, Post-Canon, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic, Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt, economics, [Podfic] the field meets the wood by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona), [podfic] the field meets the wood by jellyfishfire, mojo's bookmark)

well-met by warlight by wukuiyuxin (Not Rated, 2k, WIP, WangXian, Canon typical death, Blood CW, old english style poetry, Poetry, Epic Poetry)

Sect Leader Wen Qionglin by maya_brainstormed (mayachain) (T, 2k, LSZ & WN, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack Treated Seriously, POV Multiple, BAMF WN, Protective Siblings, Cousins, No Sunshot Campaign, Capital Punishment, Rebuilding) wen ning lives rent free in my head along with this fic

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4. Hello, for the next In The Mood, could I get A) Some WWX spending his 13 years dead in Ghost City with Hua Cheng, then either moving into MXY as normal, or keeps being a ghost because he leveled up during that time? B) Since I didn't get lucky with this request last time - crossovers between characters from the novel/donghua/live action, with biggest thirst for poor live action people meeting the donghua YLLZ, but at this point i'd take anything :D

4B)

We always get what we deserve!(Doesn't matter even if you think you don't deserve it. Fate has mysterious ways!) by Ajareenlovesbtsandshinee (Not rated, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon Fix-It, CQL Wei Ying and MDZS Wei Ying Exchange places, CQL Lan Zhan and Wei Ying also deserve to be together, Happy Ending)

The Young, the Horny, the Jaded and the Jade: Partners in Time by Admiranda (M, 35k, WangXian, WIP, Established couple, Crossover, road trip with your older selves, teasing your younger selves about their obvious crushes, yin iron does yin iron things, mdzs/cql crossover, adult wangxian, Teenage Wangxian)

Key Differences by pupeez4eva (T, 5k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Humor, Dimension Travel, Crossover, Drama!WWX meets Novel!WWX, Public Confessions, WWX plays matchmaker for himself)

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5. Hello! Do you happen to have any fics that have a’yuan as wangxian’s biological kid??

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

Time Charm Series by Jenrose (E, 141k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel Fix-It, Post-Canon, BAMF WWX & LWJ, Everyone Lives/Nobody dies, Pregnancy, Queer platonic poly WangXianQing, Slice of Life)

in flagrante delicto by synonemous (E, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, Serial killer WangXian, A/B/O, Mpreg, Smut, Wangxian's Canon Kinks, Modern Yi City arc, Angst with a happy ending)

an ongoing Twitter threadfic that’s updating daily (or close to it), trans LWJ, WWX got kicked out as a teen & disappeared before LWJ found out he was pregnant, now WWX is a pop star

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6. for the next in the mood for… could i get the best of canon divergence? or just your favorites? thank you for all your hard work at this blog! 💖💖💖

If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, YL WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, The Twin Jade Brotherhood, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Character Study, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Slow Burn)

Everyanything by deliciousblizzardshark, lingeringdust (E, 46k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Franken-canon, Gender Identity, Gender Dysphoria, Trans WWX, Protective LWJ, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Canon-Typical Misogyny, Fluff and Angst, Vaginal Sex, Canon-Typical Major Character Death, QS brings back WWX)

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, Time travel, Hurt/comfort, Canon typical violence, Getting together, Everybody loves/Nobody dies)

Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Amnesia, Hurt/comfort, Canon Divergence, Angst with a happy ending)

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal, Polski Translation Pod każdym innym imieniem by tehanu, [PODFIC] By Any Other Name by sakizar)

❤️The One-Body Problem by metisket (T, 29k, LJY & WWX, LJY & LSZ, wangxian, possession, cohabitation, Mojo’s bookmark)

everyone has a braincell of their very own series by MarbleGlove (T, 22k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Self-Indulgent, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

happy not knowing by plonk (Not rated, 16k, WangXian, Canon Era, Canon Divergence, Established Relationship)

With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice)

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7. Ello~ I am back with another request for "in the mood for" (love the amazing work all the mods do with this blog will never be able to say that enough) and this time it's... Meet cute coffee shop au's please! @yukihyo-no-yosei

Who Cares? by fangbook (G, 854, WangXian, MianQing, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, barista!wwx, musicteacher!lwj, Oblivious WWX, Oblivious LWJ, Mutual Pining)

Cake it Easy by Leahelisabeth (fortheloveofcamelot) (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Bakery, Love at First Sight, Fluff) this is a bakery meet cute, but it has the cafe vibes so I think it'll work!

Coffee Beans & Whipped Cream by w_wxsparkles (G, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, Waiter WWX, Artist LWJ, Strangers to Lovers, No Angst, Fluff, Flirting, Falling In Love, First Dates, Indulgent Fic, LWJ Has Feelings, LWJ is Whipped, WWX is Whipped)

Coming right up by Onomatopoetikon (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, College/University, POV LWJ, Barista WWX, WWX is a Tease, Internally Screaming LWJ, Flirting, Meet-Cute)

Americano by impatiensatin (T, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Shameless WWX, Rich Boy JC, Wingman NJS, Cinnamon Roll WN,Internally Screaming LWJ, BussinessMan!LWJ, CafeOwner!YZY, Baby OZ, Barista! WWX, Barista! NHS, Barista! WN, barista!au, Rich Young Master LWJ, Playing with a Bet, Lanling is a Project, Library Pavillion is an commercial Office)

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8. Hello!!! For the iitmf could you rec some completed fics of A) Polyamorous NingWangXian and B) fics where Wei WuXian grows up/joins the Nie Sect? Thanks for all your hard work!

8A)

i didn't think it could be true (let alone that it would be you) by ryneisaterriblefan (T, 11k, NingWangXian, Mutual Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling, Texting, Drunk LWJ, drunk WN, Pining, Cafes)

let me feel these highs and lows by thrallax (M, 6k, NingWangXian, Threesome, gets a little bit suggestive there in the middle but nothing explicit, technically, Hanahaki Disease, Pining, Fluff, spoilers through ch. 108 of mdzs!, Hair Washing)

throughline by lunatea (M, 81k, NingWangXian, Crime Scene Investigation, Modern AU, Polyamory, Pining, Developing Relationship, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Hurt/Comfort, Case Fic, Murder Mystery, Detectives, Canon-Typical Violence, Corruption)

Gee, Wen Ning! How Come Your Sister Lets You Have TWO Boyfriends? by thesweetpianowritingdownmylife (E, 129k, NingWangXian, Canon Divergence, Not A Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Timelapse days, Post-Resurrection days, Injury Recovery, Grief/Mourning, Drunkenness, Dubcon Kissing, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Threesome, Trans Male Character, Anal Sex, Strap-Ons, Oral Sex)

Syzygy by Mortissimo (E, 50k, NingWangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Getting Together, Grief/Mourning, Canon-Typical Disrespect for Linear Time, Canon-Atypical Lubricant Use)

In This Life by INSPIRETOWRITE (G, 5k, NingWangXian,Fluff and Angst, Cinnamon roll WN, Falling In Love, Cute, Sad Ending, Anxiety, Oblivious, Mutual Pining,5+1 Things, Consent, Developing Relationship, Polyamory)

Three Men and a Radish by nirejseki (G, 3k, NingWangXian, Canon Divergence, Oblivious WWX, Mutual Pining but not for long)

what part of party don't you understand by wildwestwind (T, 1k, NingWangXian, Modern AU, Christmas Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cultural Differences, Trans Female WWX, Kid Fic)

8B)

The Light That Fails to Dim by glowingreverie (T, 310k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mild Gore)

A Good Placement by madwriter223 (T, 12k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, What if YZY had been the one to find WWX AU, Emotional Manipulation, Lies, Street Child WWX, Fluff and Angst, OOC but YZY is doing that on purpose, Found Family, itty bitty Wangxian, Bittersweet Ending, Mojo's post)

❤️shades of grey by cl410 (M, 58k, nielan, wangxian, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Protective NMJ, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family, Mojo's post)

History, Fate & the thread of a goose by Blooddust (Lockel) (T, 77k, wangxian, WIP, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Alternating, Fix-It of Sorts, Family Bonding, Brotherly Bonding)

Light on the Door by nirejseki (no rating, 15k, WIP, NMJ & WWX, Canon Divergence, Niè Sect WWX, Nie sect backstory, Found Family, Asexual Character, Pansexual Character, Qinghe Nie worldbuilding)

Another chance by lightsfillthesky (G, 41k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel Fix-It, Pre-Relationship, Light Angst)

Heart of the Beast by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 46k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective NMJ & NHS, Soft NMJ, Pining LWJ)

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9. Hi! I’m in the mood for some fics that address Wei Wuxian’s social status as the son of a servant, particularly any that might include LWJs POV on how people treat WWX because of this

Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing slightly darker Gusu Lan, as in they are dragons and dragons get rather fiercely protective of things they consider precious, Dragon Lans, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting) this one's lxc, but there are parts in there which address wwx's place in the Jiang sect that I really enjoyed.

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10. A) a fic where jin ling 'accidentally' kills wei wuxian when he stabbed him at jinlintai

B) or a fic where one of the juniors or all of the juniors got cursed that makes them see illusions and they saw wwx death or they see themselves(juniors) killing wei wuxian

C) a fic where lan sizhui being too 'lan', like being stuffy and more on rules. wwx gets sad

-no modern pls, originally gave this ideas as a prompt in my acc bc i don't know how to find

D) a fic where someone talks bad about wwx as in down bad in a conference or something and nie huaisang/lan wangji/jiang cheng/the juniors and shit goes down?

-bonus if the others save wwx too like lan xichen/lan qiren/wen ning/ jin zixuan (if he not dead) @ner-u

10D)

拨云见日 by RoseThorne (G, 1k, WangXian,. Post-Canon, Justice, Anger, Sect Leader Yáo Bashing, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, Restitution, Self-Indulgent, POV Third Person, POV WWX)

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11. HI! Thanks for your constant hard work :D I'm really in the mood for a fic where wwx or lwj gets cursed to read minds. I'd specifically really like for wwx to get the ability so he can finally know what lz is thinking about him; something like 'yeah I know how you like it' by phnelt. Please canon only setting. Thank you in advance! I'll take all the mind reading fics you can recommend!

hope dangling by a string by KouriArashi (M, 70k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Psychic Bond, Telepathy, Communication, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, jiang family feels, Lan Family Feels)(They don't get cursed in this but they do end up accidentally permanently linking minds and getting together because of it ~ Mod C)

definitely check out the cherry magic au tag (an au in which if you're a virgin at 30 yo you start hearing the thoughts of everyone that touches you) (quick search for cherry magic in the wangxian tag ~ Mod C)

Too Beautiful For Words, Will My Thoughts Suffice? by Watermelonsmellinfellon (T, 8k, WangXian, CQL/Donghua/Novel Mix, Canon Divergence, Mild Language, Fluff, Crushes, Gay Disaster WWX, Flirting, Telepathy, LWJ POV, Implied Sexual Content, Falling In Love, Drama, Golden Core Reveal)

Say so by yrwz (G, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mind reading, Happy Ending)

i'm the one for your fire by occultings (microcomets) (E, 42k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mind Reading, Enemies to Lovers it's only enemies to lovers in wei ying's one braincell, Misunderstandings, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Whump, brief illness/injury, Pining, light bdsm in the first chap, Cherry Magic AU)

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12. In the mood for A) some Cloud Recesses fics where Wangxian get together early! Also interested in B) fics where members of the Lan sect, particularly LQR or LXC are fond of/supportive of WWX

12A)

O, What Learning Is! by Comfect (M, 60k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Fall of Lotus Pier, No Golden Core Transfer, Fix-It, Butterfly Effect, Fluff, Cultivation Theory, Cultivation Sect Politics, Unreliable Narrator WWX, Good Student WWX, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR)

joined delight by RoseThorne (M, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, fast burn, MXTX Reverse Trope Fest, Making Out, Marking, Frottage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Marathon Sex, Implied Sexual Content, Love at First Sight, Swords, Horniness, POV Third Person, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc)

Dual Cultivating with You by narikanyan (E, 37k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Falling In Love, Mutual Pining, Sneaking Around, Horny Teenagers, Secret Relationship, Dual Cultivation, Smut, Anal Sex, Angst, Canonical Character Death, i’m sorry Jiangs, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, JYL lives because I said so, Mpreg, Secret Marriage, Secret Baby A-Yuan!, fake death, Reuniting, Happy Ending)

Just Say Yes series by edenwolfie (M, 338k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Matchmaking, Pining, Getting Together, POV Alternating, Fluff, First Kiss, Declarations Of Love, Humor, Good Uncle LQR, POV Outsider, Engagement, Developing Relationship, Family Feels, Fix-It, Drunken Shenanigans, Hurt/Comfort, First Time, Possessive Behavior, Panic Attacks, Everybody Lives, Established Relationship, Weddings, Kid Fic, Wedding Night)

12B)

🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 40k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU)

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13. hii <3 do you guys have any good yuan and wei wuxian fics?

kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Inspired by The Parent Trap (1998), Kid Fic, teen shenanigans, two a-yuans, Angst, Fluff) if you want big a-yuan as well as little a-yuan

say it’s here where our pieces fall in place by Lirelyn (E, 68k, wangxian, modern, family feels, angst w/ happy ending, adoption, foster care, hurt/comfort)

a baby rabbit is called a kitten and other fun facts by aurora_chiroptera (G, 11k, WangXian, WWX & LSZ, Modern AU, Social media/YouTube AU, Mutual Pining, NB NHS, JZX is a trans lesbian and uses she/her pronouns, Child LSZ, Long-Distance Relationship, (kinda?), Fluff, Soft WangXian, Good Parent WWX, Single Parent WWX, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, set in the US)

归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by dragongirlG (M, 7k, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Aged WWX, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Diaspora Feels (displacement), Dramatic Irony, Secret Identity, Pining, Brief Reference To Suicidal Thoughts, Hopeful Ending, [Podfic] 归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by Koontyme)

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14. Hello!!! I’m in the mood for LWJ POV fics where LWJ learns about/thinks about/processes WWX’s life from before he was taken in by the Jiang sect

One More Tune from the Devil by Sunny73 (T, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst, Character Study, Supernatural Elements, Time Trave, lAU in canon setting, Mutual Pining, Post-Canon, Introspection, Kissing and then not talking about it, Best Friends, art!, Homeless tiny WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Childhood Trauma)

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15. Hello, lovely people! I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of any Wangji whump fics? I'm in the mood for anything where Lan Wangji is sick or injured, and, optionally, is taken care of by Wei Wuxian or Lan Xichen. TIA xx

The Vermillion Ribbon by Unforth (E, 233k, wangxian, Wen WWX, politics, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, hurt WWX, hurt LWJ, whump, serious injury, off-screen torture, hurt/comfort, angst, marriage of convenience, abusive father figures, panic attacks, trauma, ptsd, dissociation, pining, suicidal thoughts, miscommunication, touch starved LWJ, light dom/sub, feels, family feels, brotherly feels, LQR is a dick, abusive lan sect, emotional hurt/comfort, healing, recovery, Happy Ending, Mojo's post)

The Jade Curse by Tabi_essentially (M, 51k, WIP, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Angst, Curse Breaking, Cursed LWJ, Time Travel, Post-Canon, not an au, Other Lives, Soulmates, POV Alternating, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Paperman!LWJ!)

moonlight caught in mutton fat by Raitelzen (T, 45k, WangXian, Case Fic, Curses, Curse Breaking, Transformation, mild body horror, Hurt LWJ, Artistic license of cultivation, Artistic liberties taken with ghosts, Ghosts) for wwx&lqr centric while the twin jades are cursed

shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi ( E, 24k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Night hunts, Curses, Intimacy, Light Angst with a Happy Ending)

A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by hansbekhart (E, 21k, WangXian, Semi-Public Sex, Public Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Anal Sex, Sex in the cold springs, Mutual Pining, Grief/Mourning, Injury Recovery, Ethical Dilemmas, Risk Aware Consensual Patience, Edgeplay sort of, Happy Ending)

Light by redkosmos (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Blind LWJ, Friends to Lovers, Make that BEST friends to lovers, Hospitalization, Car Accidents, Healing, LWJ POV, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, LWJ loses his vision)

Found Feral by AceBij (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Omega LWJ, Alpha WWX, Feral LWJ, Selectively Mute LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Anal Sex, Knotting, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff)

with such a suffering, such a deadly life by cqlorphan (T, 7k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Curses, Curse Breaking, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Affection, Touch-Starved LWJ, Love Confessions, LWJ Whump, Cuddling & Snuggling)

The Last Concubine by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 13k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Emperor WWX, Concubine LWJ, LWJ Whump, Forced Marriage, Starvation, Non-physical spousal abuse, Fluff and Angst, Doing the Wrong Thing for the Right Reasons, Happy Ending, WWX Takes Care of LWJ)

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Thank you for all of the suggestions~

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