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meguwumibear · 2 years

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you knew who i was (every step that i ran to you)

pairing: megumi fushiguro x female reader

word count: 4,937

warnings: angst, pining, explicit language, non-sorcerer au, miscommunication and misunderstandings, references to Plato’s Symposium

It’s cold out the day he meets you, not bitterly so, but in a pleasant way that reminds you that spring is just around the corner. Megumi’s sitting on the bleachers warming his chilled hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt with Nobara and Maki at one of Yuji’s games when he sees you at the concession stand, a couple of crumpled up dollar bills in your outstretched hand. Ordinarily, the act of purchasing a salty concession would not capture Megumi’s attention, however you manage to catch his eye. Not because of your mannerism or what you order—he’s too far away to see what you look like or hear what cheap delicacy you crave—but because you’re wearing Yuuji’s souvenir jacket. That he’d recognize anywhere no matter the distance.

The sight of you in his best friend’s sukajan sparks something primitive in Megumi, something akin to…jealousy? Curiosity? Greif?

And he knows it’s the sight of you in Yuuji’s jacket that ignites this unnamable feeling inside him, a feeling that tosses and turns and sours in the very pit of his stomach. He knows this to be true, because he didn’t feel it the moment before he had stolen his first of many glances at you, only after. Only now.

Just who are you, and why are you wearing Yuuji’s clothes?

When he can no longer stand his racing thoughts, he turns to Nobara and finally asks, “who is she?” He gestures at you, letting his pointer finger linger over your distant frame longer than necessary to get his point across. It’s rude, but he kind of means for it to be. He wants you to wonder about him the way he’s being forced to wonder about you.

“Oh, her?” Nobara responds, though she’s barely bothered to glance your way. “That’s Yuuji’s new friend. They have a gen ed together or something. Practice for professional life, maybe.”

“She’s wearing his jacket,” he says.

“I have eyes,” she responds.

He’s no longer paying attention to the game. All he can focus on is you and the way your fingers curl around the soft pretzel the concession stand worker hands to you. It’s just cold enough out that little tuffs of steam blanket the snack like a thousand tiny phantoms. You sink your teeth into the treat and chew.

Instead of making your way to the bleachers with everyone else, you pick your way to the edge of the field, where the flimsy chain link fence separates the players from the spectators. Several of the cheerleaders wave at you when they see you approach. You wave back politely before focusing your sights on the field.

During halftime Yuji races to where you stand and throws his arms around your neck. When the two of you part, he rests his hands on your shoulders, and Megumi’s own begin to ache.

Then Yuuji’s turning you around and pointing to the exact section of the stands where he and Nobara and Maki are sitting. When Yuuji’s certain he has the attention of at least one of the three, he waves. It’s Nobara who waves back first.

You say your farewells to Yuuji and join them on the bleachers. Megumi doesn’t miss the way Yuiji’s eyes linger on you as you saunter away from him. It irritates him, the way Yuuji is looking at you all doe eyed and moony. Yeah, you’re cute enough, and Yuuji deserves someone that will make him happy, whatever, that’s not the problem: the problem is Yuuji is his friend and you, well, you’re a nobody.

Winded slightly from the climb, you introduce yourself to the trio, a shy smile pulling hesitantly at your lips. Nobara and Maki are quick to gift you their names, though all the chatter slips into one of Megumi’s ears and directly out the other. His head feels as though it’s been stuffed full of millions of meandering bees. Buzzing and buzzing and buzzing.

The three of you are staring at him, he realizes. He hasn’t introduced himself. Megumi feels his cheeks grow pink from the attention. He tells himself it’s just the wind.

“Fushiguro, Megumi.”

You break into a wide grin, “Of course! Yuuji speaks so highly of you. The two of you must care terribly for one another.”

Something deep within his gut twists because yeah, they do.

“What do you study?” he asks both to be polite and change the subject. If his tone is clipped, you don’t seem to notice.

“I’m in the school’s literature program,” you say plopping down next to him. His eyes immediately find the brown stain on the collar of Yuuji’s otherwise unmarred jacket: miso broth.

(After the first game of the season they had snuck off to a local noodle shop for a peaceful post-game meal. Just the two of them. Yuuji had laughed ridiculously hard at something Megumi had said, spoon in mouth, and the liquid sputtered out. Megumi hadn’t even cracked a joke. His manner of speaking is always dry and direct. Yuuji simply found humor in his seriousness. Yuuji was always finding hidden treasures in Megumi. Sometimes it was if Yuuji knew Megumi better than Megumi knew himself. It’s hard for Megumi not to be the best version of himself around him.)

The three of you slink off to the same ramen shop that evening. Maki and Nobara excuse themselves after congratulating Yuuji for a game well played. The three of you are sitting at the back of the shop, your back is pressed against the too hard booth, straw of your favorite soft drink tucked delicately between your teeth. You’re sitting next to Yuuji who talks enough for the three of you and often with his mouth full of sprouts and egg and pork.

What few details you manage to sneak in—typically as Yuuji takes a break from entertaining you both to swallow—have little to no effect on whatever it is Megumi suddenly feels because Megumi cannot for the life of him understand how or why Yuuji had kept you a secret from him for so long.

Megumi feels so sick he can barely swallow his own meal. He food sits solid and uneasy inside him. It’s as if every system in his body is beginning to shut down. Every system, that is but his cardiovascular system. His heart he can feel beating and beating and beating…

“Right, Megs,” Yuuji is asking, and suddenly Megumi realizes how disconnected from the conversation he’s become.

The two of you are looking at him with impish grins and sparkles in your eyes as he grounds himself. The grip he has on his utensils tightens. “Uh, could you repeat your question? I zoned out for a moment.”

Yuuji’s rolling his eyes, “see? What did I tell you? An absolute menace. I didn’t know him before high school, but Gojo says he threw hands with like at least ten different kids per day. Real antisocial type.”

“Gojo?”

“Yuuji,” Megumi warns.

“His father,” Yuuji supplies anyway.

Megumi has never actually called Gojo that, but there isn’t really a word for what Gojo is to him. It felt like a betrayal to refer to Gojo simply as his father; it felt like settling. Gojo was barely grown himself when he had taken Megumi in. In many ways, Gojo was more mentor than patriarch. Megumi often wondered what made someone a father. Based on his experience, he reasoned that fatherhood is forged neither by blood nor birth. Some fathers are appetites; their children become food. Other fathers are food; they satiate their child’s hunger. Gojo was both starving man and feast. Both so empty and so full.

“He’s a good man,” Megumi offers. “And those are hard to find these days.”

“Hm,” you hum, “goodness and badness are manmade constructs, but for arguments sake, I’d say that I find that most people are more good than bad. Or, rather, on average, the typical person will make more good decisions than bad ones.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Well,” you add, “my friend drove me to the grocery store the other day so I could restock my fridge. While we were there, looming over the fruits, I noticed a man standing by the apples, turning them over in his hand. The apples with bruises, he’d add to his cart. The ones without blemish he’d put back. When he noticed me watching him, he told me that he always takes the damaged produce, since he knows there are people out there who will snub their noses at damaged goods. So, you see, you need not look far to find good men. They’re often found lingering by apple stands.”

He sees why Yuuji likes you so much; the two of you are cut from the same cloth. Both kind and decent and good. Good for goodness’ sake.

Megumi’s always envied Yuuji for his innate kindness, or rather Megumi’s always admired it. It was a character trait worthy of protection. Life snuffs light out of even the brightest of places. That’s why he fought so much when he was younger. It wasn’t for fun…not really. Which isn’t to say he didn’t enjoy the thrill of a fight. There was something cathartic about the flesh of his knuckle kissing the cheek of another. To stop the darkness of the world from spreading he had to beat it out of others.

It's impossible to preserve what’s good in the world without a little violence, and Megumi’s suddenly more than willing to get his knuckles bloody for you.

But, you aren’t his; you’re Yuuji’s, and, as such you’ve become permanent fixture in both of their lives. You’re at their dorm more often than your own. Sometimes you and Yuuji study together. Sometimes not. Movie nights become a weekly, if not bi-weekly occurrence. Megumi is always invited. Your favorite movie candy is Sno-Caps, so Megumi makes sure there’s always a box or two in the dorm for you when you come over.

It's humiliating how much he likes you. Your interests are so similar, and despite your literature major you’re well versed in his own: philosophy. You carry your own in conversations about Foucault and even Plato’s Symposium. Is love the intrinsic desire to find our other half, as Aristophanes argued. Can love be wise or beautiful, or is love the pursuit of those two things, as Socrates argued on behalf of Diotima.

It's shameful the way he comes to desire you. He finds himself thinking of you often as he drifts to sleep. You never spend the night with Yuuji, likely out of respect for him. Megumi both loves and hates you for it. He wants to know what side of the bed is easiest for you to fall asleep on. He wants to listen to the deep, rhythmic sound of your breath as you slumber.

The two of you always include him in your weekend plans, and the masochist in him always agrees to tag along. The three of you go to the mall, the park, the movies. Sometimes the three of you just drive around, nursing drinks from the nearest convenience store. One weekend Yuuji convinces the two of you to drive over an hour to the nearest zoo so that he can see the otters. Yuuji tells you that otters hold hands at night so they don’t drift apart when they sleep. Megumi pictures threading his fingers through yours.

The night before midterms are due, he asks about your plans for the break. You tell him that you’re staying on campus. Alone. The school’s facilities, including the cafeteria close during the week. He wonders how you plan to take care of yourself.

“I’m staying too,” he decides in that moment, already mentally unpacking the trunk at the foot of his bed. Some shirts. A few pairs of pants. Nothing that he couldn’t easily transfer back into his dresser.

“Don’t you want to see Gojo?”

“He’s away on business.” It’s the truth. Gojo’s always away on business. He’s the best at what he does, which means that—despite his personality flaws—his skill set is always in high demand. His trips have gotten longer and longer of late. The more time that passes, the more Megumi worries that Gojo may not come back.

“I wouldn’t want to go home to an empty house either.”

Yuuji snores quietly, slumped over his desk, a generous amount of drool pooling around his lips. His only family, his grandfather, passed when he was still in high school. Gifted with borderline unnatural athletic abilities, he paved his way to university life with early mornings and turf fields. He’ll stay on campus too.

“I got an A on my paper about the Symposium.”

“Oh,” you say, doodling along the margins of your notebook. “And, which of the dialogues did you argue was most beautifully delivered?”

“All of them,” he says. “None of them. It’s like you said when we first met, there is no goodness or badness, which means there is no such thing as the beautiful or the ugly; it’s all about outcomes and action. The highest encomium one could give to Eros would be to choose over and over again to be with and do things for another. Speech alone is not sufficient.”

Eros is the morsels of milk chocolate he keeps in his desk drawer because he knows you like them.

His love is inside you because you eat those morsels again and again and again.

You’re smiling at him. He loves the way you smile, all lip, no teeth, cheeks dimpling. “Love is a series of decisions,” you say. “I think I’d have to agree.”

He realizes suddenly that he wrote the final draft of his essay, not with his professor, but with you in mind. His thesis was entirely shaped by all of the time he’d spent with and thinking about you, his conclusion an echo of your lives together. Part of him wishes to confess this to you; another, much louder part begs him to remain silent, forces him to gobble up his words and swallow them down, down, down into his tummy where his stomach acid will melt them away.

“We should get ice cream tomorrow,” you say. “To celebrate.”

“Milkshakes at Mission Impopsicle?” He knows it’s your favorite ice cream shop. He knows exactly what you’ll order too. A large mint chip milkshake with extra whipped cream. Somedays you pretend you’re going to branch out and try something new, but by the time you reach the register you always order your usual sweet treat. He supposes there’s comfort in the familiar.

You’re smiling at him again, “you read my mind!”

Of course he has. He’s become fluent in you.

Or maybe he hasn’t because he’s surprised the next day when you express an interest in getting ice cream sans Yuuji. Apparently the three of you aren’t the only poor souls stuck on campus during spring break. A sophomore named Junpei also remains, and apparently Yuuji has agreed to tutor him in biology.

“We can go another time,” Megumi shrugs.

“No, no, you two go on without me. Bring me back something with lots and lots of sprinkles! Grab something for Junpei too! The kid could use the moral boost. I’ll text you his order once we’re settled.”

It’s…odd hanging with you without Yuuji as a buffer. It feels wrong, like a poorly kept secret or like walking in shoes that aren’t his own. He’s lived most of his life letting whatever is going to happen to him, well, happen. Whatever will be will be, and all that. He’s never felt this gnawing sense of guilt before. Not even after his high school principal berated him for beating on yet another shitty senior.

Back then he could rely on Gojo in a pinch.

Now he must rely solely on himself, and, to be honest, he isn’t quite sure what to do with himself once he’s alone with you. Rationally, he understands Yuuji gave him permission to go on the ice cream run without him, but the action still feels like a betrayal, especially now, especially when you look at him with those dazzling, beseeching eyes of yours. He hasn’t been able to meet them once since the two of you left campus. He hasn’t spoken a single word to you either.

He can feel your gaze on him as you pull into the parking lot. He feels uncomfortably warm all over, like he’s been standing in the beating sun.

You’re out of the car before he’s even let go of the steering wheel. When he takes too long to open his door, you open it for him. He lets you wrap yourself around his arm and guide him to the window of the shop. He’s rocked by a sudden pang of loneliness. There’s a hunger in the pit of his belly that not even his vanilla ice cream can satiate. Some people live their lives as empty husks, never knowing what it’s like to be fed.

He's thinking suddenly of his father, not Gojo, but his late birth father, the one who had severed a part of himself to have Megumi. He doesn’t think of his birth parents often. They died long ago. But he’s thinking about them now and about how a parents’ love is the first love a person feels, or rather how it’s the first love someone is supposed to feel. His parents’ love had marred him, and the marring had followed him his whole life, a dull, ever-present pain.

You’re beaming at him between sips of your milkshake, your smile blistering like a burn.

He fears your fire; cowers before your heat. He’s drawn to you, a hopeless moth chasing a scorching flame, but Megumi’s so so scared of getting burned. Or burning Yuuji. Or dampening your light. He thinks it’s better this way, him standing in your cast shadow. That’s where he’s always thrived after all, in darkness rather than light. But you’re so warm, and your light is so resplendent, and he thinks maybe getting marred one last time may be worth it. He thinks, maybe, he’d risk it all to get close to you just once.

By the time you make it back to Yuuji, his ice cream is more soup than custard. He smiles when you present it to him nonetheless, his eyes soft and warm, golden from the last few rays of the setting sun poking in from the window.

Megumi feels out of place watching the two of you. Perverted, a voyeur.

But the two of you don’t ask him to leave. The two of you never ever ask him to leave, so he keeps watching, an arm’s length away from you both, observing the way you two nurture your budding romance from a safe distance. He wonders how the two of you manage to spend any alone time together because whenever the two of you offer to include him, he selfishly agrees.

All the third wheeling is starting to take a toll on him. The more time he spends with you, the more you seem to grow on him. At night, he thinks about cutting you out of his life. He lulls himself to sleep with the thought. By morning, in his post sleep clarity, he always realizes your presence isn’t malignant; it’s benign. It’d do more harm than good to cut you out of him.

You’re offered a spot in the university’s literature honor society. You offer the knowledge to him in passing, as if you’re ashamed you were offered the spot. The school is hosting an induction ceremony for the new members during one of Yuuji’s playoff games. You offer to skip the ceremony to watch him play, but Yuuji, selfless, selfless Yuuji, insists you attend.

“Fushiguro will accompany you,” he says, and how could Megumi refuse?

It’s shameful, really, that he doesn’t even pretend to put up a fight, doesn’t even pretend that he’s interested in attending Yuuji’s game. He feels bad about how quickly he folds, of course; he understands he’s being selfish choosing you over his best friend. He’s horrible. He’s the worst. He’s miserable.

It’s just, he hasn’t had you to himself since the night you got ice cream together, and Megumi wants. He wants with an aching fever. He wants so badly it’s making him sick.

You’re beautiful, even more so the night of your ceremony, though Megumi’s certain you’d look the most beautiful wearing nothing at all. The night of your induction, you’re clad in one of your best dresses. The garment hugs you in all the right places, around your chest, around your hips. Megumi pictures himself helping you out of it, imagines himself holding you in his arms as you drift to sleep.

He takes you to dinner after. The place is nice, intimate. You’re bubblier than usual, full of energy and life. Yuuji usually talks enough for the three of you. In his absence, you’ve become the chatty one. You tell him about your parents and your childhood home. You prattle on and on about how much they used to read to you when you were younger. His parents never read him bedtime stories. He feels nostalgic for a life he never had.

It occurs to him between bites of his food that he’s smothered with ginger, that you’re nervous. What you’re doing, the way you’re bouncing around from one topic to the next, is classifiable nervous chatter. He wonders then if you feel guilty about your one-on-one time too, wonders if a small part of you is thinking about reaching for him.

He gets his answer on the drive back to your dorm when you bump one of your arms against the one he has resting on the center console. At first, he thinks the action is done unintentionally, but you don’t move it, and then your fingers begin to twitch like they’re itching to house themselves between his; they graze lazily against the flesh of his open palm.

The sensation flusters him, has the tips of his ear flushing a rosy pink. He’s grateful it’s so dark out, grateful that you can’t see the effect that you have on him.

He jerks away so suddenly he nearly veers the car off the road.

He drives the rest of the way with both hands on the wheel.

You don’t stop by their dorm the next day, or the day after that. Megumi wonders if maybe you told Yuuji about the other night, about the way your arm had flirtatiously grazed his in the car. He hopes you did. He hopes you didn’t. He hopes, desperately that Yuuji doesn’t know how he feels about you because he knows Yuuji, and he’s certain that if Yuuji caught a whiff of his feelings for you he’d let you go because that’s just the kind of person Yuuji is. So kind. So unselfish. So fucking fair and good. He doesn’t want to ruin what you two have. He doesn’t want to ruin you.

By the end of the week, he asks about you. He has to. All of the speculating is eating him alive, his questions making him their food. He thinks if he knows for certain that the two of you have ended things that maybe he could get some sleep for once, even if that means he’ll never see you again. He needs to know.

Yuuji scrunches up his nose when he asks how you are. “She’s fine. She’s just…she’s trying to give you some space. Honestly,” he pauses to rub at the back of his neck, his fingers skimming the bits of hair that aren’t dyed pink, “I’ve been feeling pretty bad about the whole thing. I really thought you two would like each other.”

Megumi blinks dumbfounded as he digests Yuuji’s words, “you…you thought…”

Yuuji holds his hands up in surrender, “I know, I know, it was rude of me to play matchmaker. I guess I owe you both an apology. I just…I don’t know I guess I misread you. You seemed so into her.”

“I thought you two were dating,” Megumi manages.

And then Yuuji’s laughing, a loud, authentic, obnoxious laugh. The sound is music to Megumi’s ears, “you thought…you thought…no, we’re not dating. We had a class together and really hit it off. When she told me what motivates her is leaving the world a more just place than she found it, I thought she’d be a good match for you.” Another pause, “don’t be too mad at her for humoring me. She didn’t know I was trying to set the two of you up until after I introduced you.”

Relief rolls through Megumi like a cresting ocean wave calming against the shoreline. Despite it, he still can’t breathe, “so she she was just humoring you, then? She really doesn’t like me?”

Yuuji shoots him an incredulous look, “are you crazy? She adores you. And you’re both idiots. She has it in her head that it’s you that doesn’t like her! Apparently when she tried to hold your hand the other night, you’d acted like she was radioactive.” Amusement dances across the creases of Yuuji’s face, “which, I mean, makes sense if you thought we were together. Aw, Fushiguro, you’re so loyal!”

“Then, she…” Megumi still can’t believe it. The past few months feel like such a waste of his time. He could have had you. He could already be yours.

“Yeah, man, she likes you. Or, she did, anyway. I’d explain myself to her, though, before it’s too late.”

He sits on a bench outside your dorm building for hours waiting for your last class of the night to wrap up. It’s one of those pesky night courses that continues long after the sun has set and the stars have come out. An autobiography course, if he wasn’t mistaken.

You return sometime around midnight with your roommate who’s name Megumi never bothered to learn. The two of you weren’t particularly close, but you liked each other well enough to share a mutual living space. It occurs to Megumi he’s never been inside your dorm.

Though he’s had hours to rehearse what he wants to say to you, the sight of you leaves him mute.

He calls your name before you can swipe into the building. Beneath the dim light of the waxing moon, he sees your eyes widen in surprise. You whisper something indiscernible to your roommate and part from her to greet him.

You call out him. The name you use is his matronymic. You’ve never called him that before. He was always, always Megumi to you. He wants to be that again. “Fushiguro, hey,” you say, flashing him a sad little smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been meaning to reach out, I just wasn’t sure-”

“You like stories,” he says, interrupting you midsentence. “You like stories, and you want to write stories of your own someday, about real people, stories with happy endings. I’ve bought every book you’ve discuss with me these past few months; I plan to read them all someday so I can talk about them with you, passionate and omniscient, the way you do. I don’t know if I’ll ever enjoy literature the way you enjoy it, but,” he pauses, to suck in a breath, “you like stories.” Another pause. “You like stories, and I like you, and there’s an infinite number of stories out there, which means we’ll never run out of things to talk about.”

You like stories, and I love you. He doesn’t say that part out loud, but he knows you hear it anyway.

“Oh,” you say, and you look so startled. “Oh,” you say again, softer. “I thought-”

He’s interrupting you again. He’s being rude, he knows, but he just can’t help himself. “I thought you were dating Itadori,” he admits. He feels embarrassed, feels like a fool, humiliated by his own baseless assumption. “I just assumed-”

It’s your turn to interrupt him, not with words, but with a sweet, little laugh, “you thought I was dating Yuuji? No wonder the signals you sent me were so mixed.”

His cheeks are warm. The tips of his ears have gone pink. Then, you’re saying, “I like you too, you know,” and he feels the heat spread across his entire body. If it were any brighter out you would probably see his fresh coloring, skin red all over like a full body sunburn.

“I like you a lot, actually,” you confess. You turn to look back at your dorm; your roommate must still be awake because there’s a faint yellow light glowing from within. “My roommate’s home, but,” you shift a little from toe to toe, nervous, despite everything, “I’ve just finished a piece for one of my creative writing courses. I can email you a copy.”

“Please,” he manages, and it sounds like a prayer. “Maybe we can discuss it over dinner?” Please, please, please.

You’re smiling at him, “let me know when you finish it.”

He’s stays up all night reading it. Your story is about choosing and love. It’s about people who could never be strangers because they met lifetimes ago only to cross paths again now. It’s about a stack of unread books tucked safely beneath a bed and about a dresser drawer filled with boxes of candy intend for another and memorizing someone’s favorite ice cream flavor and sitting together in silence. It’s about him, he realizes with a start. Your story is about him.

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Sam and AJ and Cass, 29

#29 -- a story that never gets told

a prequel of sorts to my belovedly unhinged magical realism au, the original of which can be read on ao3 by clicking here. i wrote this prompt in random snippets on the subway, so hopefully its coherent. it kind of got away from me, but im leaning into the multiple indulged elements. most importantly, to answer zainabs oft asked question, "is this the one where he can turn into a whole ass wolf?" yes. yes it is.

Sam, as he has told his sister many a time, could learn — hypothetically — to be a great parent if he wanted to. Instead, he nobly chooses to fight for what’s right. This involves on occasion saving innocent lives amidst the unexpected collapse of Kingdoms, and more often petty magical crime, like that idiot who started going around stealing peoples sheep by herding them into his backyard, which he’d doused in a layer of magically un-solvent superglue. Thank God for Clint’s solvent arrows, which is a sentiment Sam brings up smugly whenever his sister expresses disdain towards the usefulness of magical items in completing household chores.

All of that was before Steve vanished into thin air, leaving Sam with custody of an ancient shield and a perpetually moody shapeshifter.

Hypotheticals are abounding just now. Hypothetically, Steve could just be on one long spontaneous vacation that he even logged in the shared magical calendar, which Bucky inconveniently misplaced on that last trek from North country down here. Hypothetically, Steve could have been kidnapped by a unicorn — those things are known to fuck with you just cause they can — and is currently being held in a magically enforced glade and subjected to a game of 21 riddles. Hypothetically, Steve could just be dead. Smallpox, common cold, unanticipated ogre attack on side of road. If Sam might say so himself, even the best of ‘em can get jumped sometimes; ain’t no shame in it.

“If Steve was dead, why hasn’t his ghost shown up to tell us that?” Bucky asks. He has elaborate theories on the matter, half of which involve the unicorn. The other half involve deep and cutting betrayal. Or murder.

“Steve Rogers did not just up and decide to play double agent,” Sam says, rolling his eyes. Bucky is never truly serious about this. He brings up potential intrigue in every conversation purely out of habit. And, Sam supposes begrudgingly, experience.

“So, murder.”

“Maybe ghost Steve is havin’ too much of a good time,” Sam says. “Remember that fae chick he was sweet on, and they got separated decades ago? Got him all stoic and single tear-y when her name came up? Carried her picture in his dumb little locket? She could be dead. They could be partying it up in the afterlife.”

“Bastard,” Bucky says grumpily, about Steve. “I’d tell you guys, if I died without you knowing.”

“Accidentally died,” insists Sam.

Bucky scowls. “I maintain we haven’t ruled out the double agent angle.”

“Oh my God!” says Sam, and throws his hands up in the air.

They have this exchange multiple times.

Sam sees the merit in the murder angle, but doesn’t necessarily like acknowledging it out loud. First of all, admitting Bucky might be right is always annoying, so he avoids doing it. Second, that shit’s bad juju, especially down here; you never know when a shadow man is listening in.

Just in case Ghost Steve really was murdered and forgot to tell them, though, Sam decides to conduct some scientific experiments. He makes Steve’s favourite gumbo (Sam’s mom’s recipe, of course – no one else’s can hold a candle) and bangs the pot lid loudly over the stove in case there are any spirits around to notice. He flips through Steve’s private sketchbook, left behind in Sam’s napsack — another clear evidence that he hasn’t turned coat — and makes childish faces at all the nude figures to trigger Steve’s artistic sensibilities. Then he leaves it out where the kids could find it, to trigger Steve’s moral sensibilities.

Bucky takes more extreme measures. He goes out into the yard and yells, “Hey, jerk! You ever thought about what a basket case I’d be without you here? You don’t even got the decency to explain yourself?” after dark, into the droopy shapes of the mangrove trees.

“Is he gonna start howling at the moon?” Sarah asks Sam one evening, though not unkindly, while they do the dishes and watch Bucky go at it through the small kitchen window.

Sam doesn’t say anything. Privately, he kind of feels like doing the same.

Then, about three months later, after a near-coup and the revelation of multiple conspiracies and a big old honking blockade being put up all through South country, the Wakandans show up. With – holy shit, Sam thinks – a message from Steve.

“Uncle Sam, you’ve already told us that story.”

Okay, so speaking of parenting. Yeah, yeah, Sam would be a great parent in some alternate universe of events decidedly different from this one. In this universe, getting his nephews to bed at a reasonable hour when only this afternoon, a bunch of fancy people in red armour were holding a super secret outlaw meeting in the barn is proving harder than it looks. Sam almost wishes he was dealing with old Paste-Pot Pete and those sheep again.

“Uh, no I have not,” says Sam. “This version has added embellishments. The Wakandan King never challenged me to a duel, that was all Bucky’s bad luck.”

“We’re calling ritual vengeance duels now?” asks Bucky dryly.

“I’m just sayin’, I’m making a bunch of this up here. I am exercising creativity. Story version number one didn’t have any flying dwarves in it.”

Bucky is sitting in the doorway to the kids’ bedroom and attempting to de-encrust his favourite boots, which went through the ringer a bit on their way down through the bayou to Sarah’s three months ago. That was just after this all started. A lot’s changed since then.

Like the fact that Bucky is even in this house, cleaning boots. Or Sam’s newly discovered inability to lull little boys to sleep via adrenaline filled adventure stories while their mother takes a care package to the neighbours’ pregnant daughter in law. Sarah was very excited to see the newest in maternity fashion, which apparently Marlene had been sporting in the village all week, purchased from traveling dressmakers who might have had fae blood. Those guys always do know how to cut a cloak well.

Bucky sniffs loudly at Sam’s defense and pulls an exaggerated face, raising the poor boot up to eye level to inspect it. “Maybe you’re just bad at telling stories,” he says finally.

While AJ and Cass giggle like the traitors they are, Sam makes a loud offended noise.

“Alright,” he says. “Fine. Fine. You know what? Just for that, I’m telling the story of how all of Petruski’s sticky sheep started followin’ your fluffy white wolf ass around.”

AJ dissolves into even harder giggles. Cass says, “Not the sheep story Uncle Sam! All you do in that one is complain!” and Bucky says, more primly than he has any right to, “I was consciously being as non threatening as possible, Samuel.”

“Yeah,” Sam says, “so non threatening they thought you were one of ‘em.”

AJ is really starting to wheeze now, so Sam hauls him into his arms to disrupt the hilarity before it gets medical. Cass brings his pillow up over his head like a crown to smother his own laughter. And Bucky winks, before – in a devastating play – letting out a quiet, plaintive pair of baas in quick succession.

Routines like this one are becoming more and more real. More and more comfortable, Sam thinks, amidst the boys’ shrieks of laughter. Being here, being in this home (their home – The home?) it fills his heart with something warm and solid and unmoving. Like he has put down a heavy load. Sometimes it is hard to imagine what is so important that makes it worth picking up sword and shield and leaving this behind. Without this, where would any of them even be?

It’s just, that thought doesn’t stop the rest of the world from banging on their door sometimes.

Just look at Steve’s cryptic as hell note. The me you know isn’t dead. Seriously. What the fuck. Sam almost wishes he really was dealing with a unicorn.

He settles on telling the story of how he and Steve once met that tiny shrinking guy and between Captain Rogers’ knightly loyalty to his friends, some of Redwing’s more heroic moments, and the addition of the brilliant mage-princess who gifted Bucky the enchantment for his arm, both boys are appeased.

“Uncle Sam,” Cass says, sleepily, towards the tail end of the story. “’S no fair that magic skips a generation. I wanna help save the kingdom like you do.”

Sam quiets, his hand stilling where it was in the middle of brushing over AJs forehead. AJ is already fast asleep. Knocked out cold, snoring and everything.

Thing is, Sam’s brand of magic is pretty limited — some gimmick, even, nowhere close to what his Titi had. All Sam’s good for, practically speaking, is translating messages from carrier pigeons. But it got him into this bigger world, tangled him up in it.

Sam can see, even though Bucky’s head is down, that his friend’s expression has taken on a slight grimness.

“Cass. Hey.” Sam knuckles the boy’s nose gently. “What do you mean, like me. You know how I keep this old kingdom safe? I help your mama do the dishes.”

“Uncle Sam,” Cass says, rolling his sleepy thick-lashed eyes.

Sam sighs. “Cass. Just because it doesn’t make for a good story doesn’t mean it isn’t important.”

More important, even. Running this old house, and its garden (with all those gnomes, little pains-in-the-ass) and its boat.

“Muh huh,” Cass manages. And then he has drifted off, the side of his face squished against the pillow.

Sam and Bucky quietly relocate to the kitchen, where Redwing is awaiting them with a new note and a dead mouse.

“Jesus,” Bucky mutters.

“You better not be about to get in a piss fight with a kestrel when there are sleeping children in the next room.”

As if on cue, Redwing flaps over lands happily on Bucky’s shoulder, startling him. The little bell on his foot jingles, and Bucky glares, which does nothing to deter the little bird’s impulse to start throwing up what appears to be more mouse.

Bucky stands perfectly still and looks awfully close to raptorcide.

Dude, can you like, be normal for once, Sam says, to the bird. Redwing fluffs out all of his feathers in Bucky’s face in response.

“I don’t get into piss fights with your kestrel, Sam,” Bucky says, gritting each word out with individuality.

Redwing twitters happily.

He’ll come around eventually, Sam replies. He scoops the bird up in both hands and re-situates him on his own arm, and begins untying the little package wired to Redwing’s foot. Out loud, he adds, “You know, he wants to be your friend so badly –”

“He’s the one who chews through my best leather breeches twice a month –” Bucky cuts himself off, grumbling under his breath and reaching over to fumble the parchment scroll out of Sam’s hand while its messenger hops in one place and nuzzles the crown of his feathery head into Sam’s armpit. Sam’s poorly concealed smile fades when Bucky openly frowns.

“Note’s from Nakia,” Bucky mutters, tapping the amulet bracelet on his right wrist against the similar shape of beaded stone etched into the scroll’s covering as Sam strokes Redwing’s head.

“It’s – what?”

“What what.”

“From another dimension,” Bucky reads aloud, looking increasingly incredulous.

“What?”

“You already said that.” Sam rolls his eyes. Bucky makes a face at the scroll. “Always gotta be another fuckin’ gimmick. Well. She’s got a guy to decode it.”

“Didn’t she cast the spell?” asks Sam, who is still processing the dimension thing. As in, like, different from their own?

Is that where Steve is?

“Yeah, but only to keep anyone else from decoding it. The bracelet itself already had a message stored in it.”

“Beyond Steve’s disembodied voice materializing outta nowhere the first time I touched that thing to prove he hasn’t kicked the bucket.”

“Which,” Bucky starts, “for the record –”

“Was not your theory.”

Bucky frowns harder. Refocuses. “Yes. The bracelet, which was clearly a magical object enchanted to respond to your touch –”

“Could’a been our touch, you never held it before I did –”

“Fine, sure, our touch – double enchantment. This thing is stolen, and someone – my guess is Steve – managed to layer another goddamn spell on it before sending it our way.”

Sam sighs, staring at the gleaming dishes in the drying rack. A box of Arm and Magical Hammer’s peroxide sits orange and to the side. Maybe this is why Sarah refuses to use any of the handy dandy domestic enchantments he brings home for her.

Because magic’s a pain in the ass.

“So?” says Sam.

“Uh, yeah. She’s got a guy to decode it …” Bucky grimaces, “on the other side of the river.”

Oh. Oh. Yeah, that’s gonna be rough.

“I can’t go through a GRC checkpoint,” Sam says. Redwing makes a mournful sound of agreement. Bucky is still turning the note over and over as if maybe reading it upside down will change its mystifying contents.

“They’d recognize your beautiful knightly face,” he agrees, reciting Sam’s proffered explanation. “And then search all your bags and spook your horse. You know, she’s way too sensitive.”

“Clara ain’t sensitive, she’s emotionally intelligent. There’s a difference,” Bucky mutters something about Sam busting out his inner kingdom social worker lingo on them and Sam adds, “and you can go through a GRC checkpoint even less, by the way.”

“To be fair,” Bucky says, “they have kinda fucked up my nose in all those wanted posters. Maybe they wouldn’t recognize me.”

They both sit down at the table, resigned. It’s a sticky problem. Sam supposes, as Bucky pulls his favourite dagger out and begins flipping it in a broody manner, that they could take Sharon’s smuggler’s detour behind the wall, but she’d ask too many questions. Sending Redwing on his own is too risky (Sam admits, begrudgingly and in the privacy of his own mind). Clint’s roped into a local problem with a gang of overall-wearing gnomes, Bruce has started teaching a yoga of ogres class, even Joaquin just set up shop marketside selling his scroll encryption services … Sam’s stomach growls, and the lingering smell of spiced rice hits his nose. Sarah’s left a potfull on the stove, for them, probably. She blusters plenty, has real right to be angry plenty, and has a mean right hook, but she loves him. And she’s a lot tougher than she looks, Sam’s come to realize. Kept this whole village alive over the years with her caring, and even after they set up the blockades she charmed the border officers better than Sam or Bucky ever could.

Sam clicks his tongue against his teeth and says, “Huh.”

“What,” says Bucky.

“Lemme run a hypothetical by you.”

“Oh no.” Bucky rubs a finger over the bridge of his nose. “You always do this to me. I started like that once –”

“And have had many terrible no good get Sam’s ass in trouble plans since, brother.” Sam crosses his arms; Rewind flaps over to his little perch by the bookshelf in deference. “Hypothetically, you don’t have to look like yourself. Right?”

Bucky looks at him warily. “Well … no.”

“And … hypothetically –”

“Sam …”

“If a familiar person, say … the nice lady who used to take her gumbo to the community house every week. Was to have that bracelet in her box the next time she went –”

“You wanna send your sister through the woods on her own in this economy?” Bucky interrupts, baffled.

Sam lifts his chin. Raises his eyebrows. Wags his head a little bit. Chirp, says Redwing from across the room, which Sam might roughly translate to it’s not rocket science, pal.

It takes Bucky a moment to get it, but when it clicks, it’s obvious.

“Oh, no,” he says, a slow horror growing in his face. “No. No, no, no, no way. I refuse, Sam.”

“I haven’t asked anything yet!” Sam says, very mildly put out.

Bucky levels the pointy end of the dagger at him. “No. You’re not entrusting me as the sole keeper of your sister’s safety in the wilderness!”

Sam leans back in his chair, eyebrows raised. “And who the hell else am I gonna entrust as the sole keeper of my sister’s safety in the wilderness?” Bucky makes a disbelieving little cawing noise, like a sad crow, to which Sam adds, deliberate: “Come on, Buck. Be serious.”

Bucky does not answer, as he seems to go through twelve different emotions at once, silently. Sam, who can acknowledge at sword-point that this is maybe a little mean of him, given Bucky’s profound loyalty to his friends and poorly-concealed devotion to said sister (hmph), gives him a minute. Finally, Bucky manages,

“Anyone! Someone who didn’t spend the last eighty years magically entrapped by a cabal of fascist wizards in the body of a murderous rabid animal!”

He waves his free hand, which was previously clutched in his hair for something to do. He’d look a bit wild if he didn’t look so thoroughly mundane sitting there in his shirts with his boots off.

Well, okay. The knife’s a little intense. But it’s not like Sarah’s kitchen isn’t stacked with em.

Sam pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Okay, first of all. Rabid is just flat out inaccurate.”

“Sam,” Bucky grinds out.

“I’m just sayin’,” Sam says. “You’re not diseased. And like, present day wolf you can even be kinda cute. You seen how fluffy you are? Those sheep definitely did.”

Bucky actually growls at him.

“That doesn’t actually dispute my point,” says Sam, “which is that this, right here, is objectively our best plan.”

“I won’t do it.”

“I’m asking you, Bucky.”

“It’s a terrible plan!”

“Says the guy who only ever comes up with the most unhinged plans ever!”

They glare at each other, for a prolonged, stone-headed moment. Sam thinks that next time he tells the kids a bedtime story, he should include a Mexican standoff somewhere in there. Then Bucky raises the knife again, very very slowly.

“Only if Sarah says yes.”

“Which,” Sam agrees, “is extremely unlikely. If magic could be wrapped up in a tiny little football, she’d probably drop kick that thing into the Mississippi like a quarterback.”

Marginally, Bucky’s face relaxes.

“Yeah,” he says, and now Sam is starting to feel some relief too, because really, what the hell is he thinking? Sending his baby sister out into the wilderness so they can all uncover some great conspiracy … “Yeah. Yeah, okay. If she says yes, I’ll do it.”

And then, of course, she does.

#the logic of this au world is essentially what if the witcher got crossed with ella enchanted #thats all u rly need to know #im retconning endgame in my own au by having steves disappearance be for correct reasons #like he got trapped in another dimension where he could have a happy ending but it was an accident and not on purpose #my writing #the falcon and the winter soldier #captain america #tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sarah wilson #steve rogers #sam x bucky #cass wilson #aj wilson #sarah x bucky is implied and def present in the og fic

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the-heartlines · 4 months

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and alys rivers is the one to curse helaena !!! 😵‍💫

#ella enchanted #helaemond #heldaemon #heldaemond #personal #fic ideas #gonna start track that tag for future wips

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daveys-sister · 1 year

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Okay, hear me out.

Wolfstar Ella Enchanted AU

Remus as Ella

Sirius as Char

Gilderoy Lockhart as the funky murderous uncle

James as Slannen

Instead of racism against giants, it’s werewolves

I don’t know, I thought of this and now I’m kind of obsessed

#wolfstar #remus lupin #remus x sirius #remus lupin x sirius black #ella enchanted #Harry Potter #James potter #hogwarts #harry potter au #au #wolfstar fic

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skullcandy11111198 · 2 years

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Just read an absolute godtier ella enchanted fic where ella died and charmont and grindlewald get together and i just need everyone else to know this too bc damn I just spent 4 hrs reading it and I came out a new person. It was just so good!!!

#ella enchanted #prince charmont #gellert grindleward #hugh dancy #hannibal #merlin #the extra tags are the other fandoms in the fic #ao3

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bittersweet-skylines · 4 months

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tragic: fan fic writer has the biggest urge to sit down and write all day, but must leave for work in fifteen minutes, and does not even have time to write a page

#it’s me #i’m the writer #started a new fic two nights ago #already wrote 5k #rip ella enchanted au though i’ll come back to her soon #writing updates #the only tragedy is it’s for a fandom that i dont trust with it #no one gets this fic but me #they’ll be so mean

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hiii i just wanted to say i loveddd your nolan price fic i recently got into law and order and immediately looked for fics and was so sad there were so few but omg your piece set the standard. anyways i just wanted to pop in and say that and i look forward to your future nolan pieces!! i’m so glad there’s a fellow hugh dancy enjoyer outside of hannibal haha <3

anon this made me so happy!!!!!

that nolan fic is one of my favorites ive ever written, thank you so much for your love for it! i definitely want to write more about him, and i hope the strike settles soon and writers and actors get what they rightfully deserve and we get more of law&order soon!

right now we'll make do with fanfics ;) thank you so much for your message!!!

#fun fact ive never watched hannibal lmao #BUT BUT BUT i have watched ella enchanted religiously #hugh dancy is a prince in every movie tv show and universe #when yall comment on my smaller niche fics it makes my heart happy #anon ask #leo replies #law & order #nolan price #hugh grant

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rogersstevie · 1 year

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fic rec

title: a marvelous gift author: biblionerd07 pairing: steve/bucky words: 74554 summary: Bucky Barnes has a curse: he has to obey any orders he receives. It gets more complicated when he becomes best friends with Steve Rogers--the prince who will one day be king. ao3

#a marvelous gift #fic rec #ella enchanted au my beloved!!!

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ace-in-a-shopping-cart · 2 years

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The only problem with having an unwritten fic forever taking up space in my head is that when I go to the source material, the scene isn't there and I think I'm going crazy.

Anyways, I've Mandela Effect-ed myself

#ace chats #fic talk #ella enchanted

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wangxianficfinder · 3 months

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In the mood for...

Jan 22nd

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1. Hiiii!!!!!

This is for ITMF,

Like de aged tropes with little lan zhan or little Wei Ying being cuteeee with each other <3

Thanks a lot for all the hard work 💯

Hope you have a great new year ahead filled with love and happiness☺️☺️☺️ @ffaddictsrn

❤️ grow by cafecliche (T, 14k, WangXian, Age Regression/De-Aging, Character Study, Post-Canon)

no time for crying by Narci (T, 10k, WangXian, Wwx protection squad, Age Regression/De-Aging, Kid!WWX, kid!lsz, night hunt gone absolutely right, (lowkey golden core fix it), Fluff, Angst and Feels, Humor, Juniors)

i carry your heart with me by lulu_kitty (G, 12k, WangXian, Age Regression/De-Aging, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Fluff and Angst, some knives but honestly this is mostly fluff, possessive littol a-zhan, wei ying may ONLY give attention to a-zhan, no one else it's the rule)

A Little Happiness by Suspicious_Popsicle (M, 20k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Age Regression/De-Aging, if you're looking at that last tag + the rating don't worry, the rating is only for the very end)

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2. Hi, do you have any fics that include or are entirety lan zhan pov? @chellsky

wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Canonical Accidental Baby Acquisition, Families of Choice, References to Depression, Happy Ending, I Swear To God I’m Giving Them A Happy Ending, Overzealous Use Of Imagery, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Well Except WN But He Was Already Dead So, Fix-It of Sorts)

Obedient and Bellicose by thunderwear (T, 20k, Wangxian, Ella Enchanted AU, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, cursed LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good brother LXC, LQR loves his nephews you cant change my mind, LWJ crying, Protective LXC, Pining, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Brief Depictions of Violence, meaning at least one of the people you really want to get stabbed does in fact get stabbed)

A Matter of Time by mrcformoso (E, 41k, wangxian, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, LWJ goes crazy, Manipulation, Grooming, Except LWJ & WWX are physically the same age, but LWJ kept his 30 year old mind, Wangxian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Conditioning, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Anal Fingering, WWX is a Lán, Minor Character Death, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Abusive Jiang Family, Not Jiāng Family Friendly, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, Horny Wangxian, QHJ Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, Self-Lubrication, WWX Self-Lubricates, Qíshān Wēn Indoctrination, Plot Twists, Porn With Plot, Sunshot Campaign, Not Lánlíng Jīn Sect Friendly, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX, BAMF NHS, Burial Mounds Lore, Sentient Burial Mounds, Married Wangxian, Implied Mpreg, Adopted LSZ, Breathplay, Dark WWX, Yandere LWJ)

🔒 The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal!LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide)

🔒 no new age by everythingispoetry (M, 146k, wangxian, LSZ & LWJ, LXC/JGY, LXC/NMJ, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Permanent Injury, Recovery, Disability, Parenthood, Character Study, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death, Growing Up, Family Dynamics, Self-Discovery, Mental Health Issues, Grief/Mourning, Families of Choice, Developing Relationship)

the cycle of regret by KouriArashi (T, 14k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Fix-It, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Canon)

A Narrow Bridge by FrameofMind, Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (E, 700k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Getting Together, First Time, Pining while fucking, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Angst with a Happy Ending, CQL Verse, almost everybody lives/almost nobody dies, epistolary-ish, canon-ish side pairings, radishes)

body and soul by TooSel (E, 41k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Marriage Proposal, Everyone Lives AU, Cultivation Sect Politics, Yílíng Wèi Sect AU, Adoption, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending)

🧡🔒Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 151k, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX , caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war, WIP) It includes large sections of Lan Wangji's perspective and POV. But the story is mostly from WWX's POV.

🧡🔒 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 53k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU)

🔒 the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 91k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days)

🔒 Under the Fireworks by handwritten (onefromanotherworld) (G, 1k, wangxian, Fluff, Supportive WWX, Near Future)

In Imitation of Life by travelingneuritis (E, 70k, wangxian, modern cultivation, scifi au, android WWX, tone: neon seedy, rich people are bored and terrible, post-apocalyptoc landscape, happy ending, smut, severe major characger injury, time loss)

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3. i just saw a meme where it went;

MDZS: 📚

MDZS if LWJ cried when WWX refused to come to Gusu with him: 📘

(if that makes sense)

sooo, is there any fics where LWJ starts crying and WWX just panics and yknow, canon divergence thing happens 🥺🫠

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4. IITMF some smut where the POV character tops. bonus points for bottomji and minimal kink, but I'm up for basically whatever.

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5. fics that highlight how everyone is enamoured by wwx's beauty/ yllz wwx's beauty+ wwx protection squad. @sonomaying

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6. Hello hello hello! In the mood for fics where Wei Ying or Lan Zhan have unusual professions? Or rather, professions which don’t commonly crop up in fic? Things like jewelers, mechanics, janitors, landscapers, authors, air host, etc. Avoiding more common fic jobs like police, coffee shop, florist, teacher, generic office worker, etc. Thanks!

Family Pictures (Or: “Mark Rothko is very, very dead, Wei Ying.”) by belleweather (M, 37k, wangxian, modern, Kid Fic, Post Mpreg, Cindarella Story, Mistaken Identity, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, art conservator lwj, fake/mistaken cheating, no actual infidelity)

in the arms of the angel by ScarlettStorm (E, 37k, WangXian, Modern AU with Magic, Fox WWX, animal rescuer LWJ, Comedy, Smut, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Adhd WWX, the mortifying ordeal of getting your head stuck in a peanut butter jar)

🔒paired wings soaring by typefortydeductions (E, 33k, WangXian, Modern, slice of life, domestic bliss, angst, fluff, smut, hurt/Comfort, kissing, bdsm, artist WWX, poetry translator LWJ, slight somnophilia) artist wwx, poetry translator lwj

Themes and Variations in F# Major by defractum (nyargles) (E, 18k, WangXian, Modern AU, Classical Music, Getting Together, POV Alternating, Long-Distance Friendship) lwj and wwx are both professional musicians

Covered in Bees by ScarlettStorm (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Beekeeping AU, For reasons, Meet-Cute, Comedy, Fluff, Bees, come for the flirting, stay for the bee facts, and the bee puns, kinkmeme fill, no actual kink) featuring beekeeper LWJ!

he gets under your skin by Skadiseven (M, 87k, WangXian, Inspired By While You Were Sleeping (1995), Modern AU, Accidental Engagement, Chicago (City), wangxian's tendency to self-sacrifice, Christmas, Mutual Pining, There's A LOT of Musical References, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending) Wei Ying works in ticket booth for Chicago's L but is a former writer while Lan Zhan is a doctor.

hurry down my chimney tonight by gusuvibes (G, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, dad!lwj, WWX and JC are Santa's Elves, Holiday Setting, A-Yuan is too smart for his own good, Fluff and Humor, NHS is a pimp, but not literally, Happy Ending, Surprise Santas, Christmas) features jeweller Lan Zhan while Wei Ying is a photographer working as an elf for the holidays.

Falling to the Rhythm by Selenay (E, 128k, WangXian, Modern: No Powers, Dance, Strictly Come Dancing Fusion, Ballroom Dancing, Dancer!WWX, Violinist LWJ, Pining While Dancing, Oblivious WWX, Gratuitous Costume Descriptions, Gratuitous dancing descriptions, Slow Burn, [Podfic] Falling to the Rhythm by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona)) features Wei Ying as a professional dancer on the show Strictly Come Dancing while Lan Zhan is a professional violinist.

Waiting for Spring by thievinghippo (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, MLB AU, Baseball AU, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, slight angst, Happy Ending) has both Wei Ying and Lan Zhan as professional baseball players (WY is pitcher while LZ is catcher)

The Quiet Room by trickybonmot (M, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, 1990s, Goth LWJ, Cellist LWJ, College Student WWX, House Hunting, Dating, Clubbing, San Francisco, Implied/Referenced Past Child Abuse, Mental Health Issues, Academic Disaster Aftermath, Getting Together, Repressed Teen Crushes to Strangers to Lovers, Homelessness, in the form of couch surfing, background NieLan) features DJ Lan Zhan!

Heat It Up! with Wei Ying by justpeace (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, coworkers to dating, Getting Together, Chinese Food, racism that largely happens offscreen, workplace racism, toxic workplace environment, Workplace Relationship, food as a metaphor for racism, Humor, Happy Ending, Angst and Humor, food as a metaphor for flirting, References to Drugs, Alcohol, Asian-American Character) chef wei ying / has Wangxian as test kitchen chefs (cooks?)

grave goods by luckymarrow (E, 28k, wangxian, Grief/Mourning, Minor Character Death, Modern AU, mortician!wwx, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Marriage Proposal, abrupt tonal shifts, Tragicomedy, Comedy, Romance, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Adoption, Implied/Referenced Abuse, for lan parents, it's not described and is all backstory, Family Bonding, Family Dynamics, Married WangXian, brief daddy kink, the barest hint of consensual non-consent, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, BDSM) has WWX as a mortician, LWJ as an attorney (mind the tags)

🧡 Night of the Living History (an edutainment special!) by Aerlalaith (T, 51k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Workplace Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Museums, living history, Some Plot, Slice of Life, Injury, a minor haunting) has them as employees at a living history cultivation museum

live from new york by varnes (E, 87k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, This is a SNL AU, however the juniors are featured and there are lots of shenanigans!, slow burn, friends to lovers, pining, getting together, happy ending)

💖 Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 73k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, art conservation, museums, pining, not actually unrequited love, angst w/ happy ending, misunderstandings, smut, major character injury, hospitalization, hurt/comfort, past incarceration, forgery)

Somewhere I Belong by athena_crikey (E, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, First Time, Environmentalism, Nature, pilot WWX, scientist LWJ, ode to canadian north) Wei ying is a bush pilot and lan zhan is a chemical tester

Let the streetlights guide you homeby tellthemstories (M, 37k, wangxian, modern, UST, car racing, Mojo’s bookmark) and associated podfic. The boys are illegal street racers

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7. Itmf: Hello all! Does anyone know of any fics where Sizhui is angry with the cultivation world for killing his birth family? Especially if he points out to the Lans, his adopted family, how they took part in the siege that killed his birth family.

Symmetry by Vir_Abelasan (M, 13k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, One-Sided ChengXian, One-Sided ChengZhui, Canon Divergence, LSZ is raised by wwx, Wwx still dies sorry, Revenge, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dark LSZ, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Torture, Not JC Friendly, JC’s Canonical 13 Years Murder Spree, BAMF LSZ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, LSZ Gets to Go Apeshit)

Finding Balance series by Zombubble (T, 117k, JL & LSZ, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, JL & LSZ & LJY, LXC & LSZ, LSZ & LJY, wangxian, Character Study, Canon Compliant, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Death, Grief, LSZ goes home to yiling and has emotions about it, Nightmares, angst with a hopeful but still kind of painful ending, Canon-Typical Violence, within a nightmare, injuries, Blood, LSZ has so much shit to work through, he'll be okay he's just riding the struggle bus, Yelling, argument, Conflict, Underage Drinking, slightly uncomfortable dinners, lets be real, they're in yunmeng, JC is there, LSZ is very aware of who he is, WWX is also there, this is not a formula for fluff, Light Angst, Happy Ending, JJC Being an Asshole, but not too bad, Anxiety, Grief/Mourning, Self-Reflection, Conflict Resolution, Internal Conflict, lots of talking, Lots of Thinking, LSZ-centric, Soft LQR, Collective Bargaining, LSZ accidentally incites a mini off-screen rebellion, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon, mild panic attack)

💖 When has silence saved anyone? by Vrishchika (T, 6k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, post-canon, LXC critical, family feels, angry LWJ & LSZ, LXC gets scolded)

history by tongzhi (T, 15k, Background WangXian, LSZ-Centric, Post-Canon, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Hopeful Ending, Character Study)

this blood in my mouth by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Post-Canon, POV LXC)

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8. Hello! I was scrolling on ur page and saw the latest fic finder 7. its sounds interesting, it already has 2 fics under that ask so i came here for the next ITMF, is there any fic similar to that? wwx or lwj being teacher and married to eo, juniors being their students. Thank you in advance!

Due Process by Kytrin, Mslead (E, 279k, WangXian, XiChengSang, Poly Junior Quartet, Modern AU, Foxxian, dragonji, Genderfluid WWX, WWX identifies as male, Organized Crime, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of child abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Reincarnation) kinda? WX get together pretty quickly in the fic, and the Juniors are WWX's students

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9. Hello! For the next ITMF i was wondering if there’s any wlw wangxian where LWJ is characterized as a butch lesbian, thank you!!

an inch away from more (than just friends) by occultings (microcomets) (E, 15k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, Femslash, Lesbian Sex, Genderbending, Pining while fucking, sexuality exploration, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Friends to Lovers, Masturbation, Kissing, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Getting Together, Swim Team, Diving, Pool Sex, Outdoor Sex, Jealousy)

Are you gonna be my girl by 74243 (E, 14k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Established Relationship, Forced Feminization, Sadism, Dom/sub, Slut Shaming, Internalized Misogyny.... but like.... Make It Sexy, Humiliation, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Painplay, Cock Warming, Genderplay, Vague sugardaddy LWJ vibes) this author actually writes a lot of butch lab zhan actually

sideways by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 20k, wangxian, F/F, Modern, Cisswap, butch dyke LWJ, Casual Sex, not so casual sex, many many orgasms, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, strap-on sex, So much kissing, WWX gets rekt, straight girl WWX, except for how she isn't)

here is the tag for butch lan zhan

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10. For the next itmf I’m looking for wangxian centric heavy angst preferably with happy ending but it’s not a requirement. I will take canon, au, arranged marriages, anything that brings sweet suffering @kanrax-blog

Common love isn't for us by feyburner (M, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Making Out, Misunderstandings, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending) this is a short modern AU but it almost always makes me tear up

🔒Salt to the Sea by Starmins (M, 31k, wangxian, JYL & WWX, modern, grief/mourning, roadtrips, canonical character death, love & loss)

134340 by silverclaw (M, 18k, WangXian, Space, Space Opera, Heavy Angst, Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Closure, Parallel Universes, Coco the robot, LWJ accidentally adopting creatures as he goes, LWJ also has a nose ring, The following are SPOILER tags, there are two lwjs and one of them dies, wwx mourning lwj, Hopeful Ending, in terms of closure and healing, parallel!lwj and wwx form a bond, mentions of captivity, dystopian themes)

Orchid Teeth by FairyGardenCorgis (E, 97k, WangXian, Fluff and Angst, Romance, dragon lwj, fox wwx, Chinese lore, Hurt/Comfort, Dark elements, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sexual Abuse, Starvation, Torture, Sexual Humiliation, Lesbian Sex, Sounding, kinda omorashi in chapter 16, proceed with caution guys, Gang Rape)

here comes your ghost again by yuer (vintageblueskies) (T, 4k, wangxian, WQ & WWX, post-canon, nightmares, embroidery, angst)

to remember names of plants series by detention_notes (T, 8k, wangxian, diary/journal, character study, angst, parenthood, pining, anger & fear, found family, grief/mourning, reminiscing, yearning, canonical character death)

Holding onto what remains of my life (it's slipping through my fingers) by Indrel (M, 3k, WangXian, Heavy Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Child Death, Miscarriage, Mpreg, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Hurt WWX, POV LWJ, Protective LWJ, First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Blood) very heavy angst with an open ending, mind the tags

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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11. Ok folks! I'm in the mood for: your favorite NEWER (as is posted within the last year or so) fics where one or both of Wangxian say fuck gender. Any other details don't particularly matter, I just want some good ol' gender shenanigans

Keeping secrets by Winxhelina (T, 8k, wangxian, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Curses, Angst and Humor, CrossdressingLove Confessions, Kissing)

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12. Hi! For ITMF, is there a time travel fic where WWX raised young him or become young WWX's brother? Or WWX become Wei Cangze's brother/cousin/parent? Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

In Another Life by SingingInTheRaiin (M, 21k, wangxian, time travel)

so when you go wherever it is you will go, take the moon with you by comforting_monachopsis (T, 121k, WWX & WWX, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, past WWX/SS, past WWX/XY, canon divergence, time travel, dimension travel, modern, private investigator WWX, professor LWJ, trauma, serial killers, strangers to lovers, BAMF WWX, hurt WWX, WIP) this is a very liberal interpretation of what you asked for

MingYu by Fino_Al_Cielo (T, 89k, WWX & LWJ, YL WWX, yunmeng siblings, Fix-It of Sorts, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, PTSD, References to Depression, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Trauma)

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13. Hello! I am here with another ask.

I would like to read fics in which Lan Wangji straight up takes wwx to Gusu after his denial.

The scene goes like " Come back to Gusu with me"

" I refuse"

*straight up carries and takes back to Gusu*

Thank you @lostsoul234

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14. hello long time no request! im itmf a-yuan inheriting suibian. thank you for your hard work always ♥️

it's a long road but we're not alone by Stratisphyre (M, 61k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Canon-Typical Violence, Parenthood, Grief/Mourning, Family Feels, Reunions, Golden Core Reveal, Background SL/XXC, Getting Together)

❤️ 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, Fluff and Angst, [Podfic] kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight by contributor-sky (deepestbluesky), esbielle was also here (esbielle), glittercracker, GodOfLaundryBaskets, jellyfishfire, kisahawklin, Koontyme, Rionaa, semperfiona))

Just as the Snow Melts by draechaeli (T, 66k, WangXian, XuanLi, SongXiao, Everybody Lives, Canon Divergence) Its only mentioned not the focus of the story

hereditary series by yutro (G, 1k, LSZ & WWX, JC & WWX, JC & LSZ, wangxian, Found Family, WWX adopting LSZ, Or the other way around, childproofing a sword, JL is there but it's not about him, WWX is still dead, LWJ is not here but his presence is felt, no i don't know why suibian has not sealed itself don't ask me)

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15. ITMF WangXian fuck or die and/or sex pollen fics? Particularly ones where they are in a tense situation, like on a night hunt or maybe during the SSC. Oh! And prior to them confessing. So like, they are forced to woohoo before they know the other likes them too. Thank you!

Give You What You Like by Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle)(E, 11k, WangXian, Fuck Or Die, Bad Guys Made Them Do It, Canon Divergence, angst with an eventual happy ending, First Time, Episode Related)

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16. Hi!! This is my first time sending a ITMF...Sorry if I do it wrong...

I just read fic 'All was well when you were still with me' by KoHITTSujiChan and the situation where Wangji was the one who punch Zixuan at CR is so hot..

Are they any fic where Wangji punch Zixuan because a)he want to protect Yanli or b)the idea of Wei Ying married anyone else make him angry

Thank you in advance... @chibiizzy

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17. ITMF a fic where the swords turn into Humans for some reason or maybe they just have a human form? Maybe some musing on wwx and the golden core but it’s not a must @zerokogane

🔒We’ll Build This House on Stone (Altars) by FluffyHippogriff (E, 264k, wangxian, angst w happy ending, romance, supernatural elements, friendship, old god LWJ, YLLZ WWX, hijinks & shenanigans, canonical character death, nonbinary character, nonbinary bichen, WIP) contains Bichen who can take human form.

🔒Intervention of Spirits by Vrishchika (T, 4k, WangXian, Pre-Relationship, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has a New Golden Core) several of the swords have human(like) forms

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strangersteddierthings · 1 year

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Fic Masterpost

General Fic Tag Ao3 Account - All fics with [Ao3] next to them can be found here. Reference post for Steve's BMW

Bad News First, Eddie - Completed [Ao3] Part One 🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Final Part

Shovel Talk(s) - Completed [Ao3] Part One 🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Final Part

Porcelain Steve - Completed [Ao3] Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Final Part

What's Eight Plus Seven? - On Going - [Ao3] Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six

The Interview - Completed [Ao3] The Interview (Part One) The Response (Part Two) The Conversation (Part Three) Untitled Song - A The Interview Tie-In Fic [Ao3]

No Regrets - On Going Part One🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six

Good People - Completed [Ao3] Part One🦇Part Two🦇Final Part

My Default’s Self-Destruct (Oh, I’m Not Used to Normal) - On Going Part One

Steve and Robin talk about how Steve wants to be romanced, instead of always doing the romancing.

Eddie's over dramatic, Steve talks him down, and they're okay in the end :)

Steve reflects on how other people make the decisions in his life and decides, y'know what? No. Fuck that and fuck you.

Beg You to Love Me - Steve and Eddie talk for the first time two and a half years after they break up. [Ao3]

Steve pines for Eddie and carves a pumpkin for the first time. He is completely normal about both things. [Ao3]

Eddie left, and has to face the consequences of that

Steve has great parents and goes to therapy. Too bad he forgot to tell his friends that [Ao3]

Middle School Meet Cute? [Ao3]

One sentence and one phone call are all it takes for Steve to realize he needs to go after what he wants [Ao3]

Steve's sad, Eddie's an (accidentally on-purpose) jerk, and the miscommunication gets solved? [Ao3]

Steve gets Vecna'd and a terrible rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody saves him

Angsty Ella Enchanted AU

Steve finds it funny, the differences between him and Eddie.

#81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” [Ao3]

#23. “Just pretend to be my date.” and #60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” [Ao3]

#60. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me." [Ao3]

#13. "I dare you to kiss me"

Requested by Anon - Eddie catches Billy throwing Steve around in the locker room; it leads to an unintentional deescalation of the situation and a conversation Eddie's surprised to have. [Ao3]

Steddie Week 2023: Day 1: Pining [Ao3]

Anon Prompt - Robin brags about her boyfriend to Steve. He's a little jealous, because he wants to brag about his own boyfriend but doesn't know if Robin is safe to tell that too. Until, whoops, turns out Robin's BF and Steve's BF are the same boyfriend. [Ao3]

Steve doesn't want to be put on a pedestal. Eddie doesn't understand, and tries to reassure Steve. [Ao3]

Eddie's friends try to prove Steve's cheating on him. Eddie doesn't take kindly to them trying to ruin his relationship for no reason.

Plot Idea I’ll never fully flush out or write but gotta get out of my head or it’ll never let me know peace again. It’s basically Steve sent from the future going all John Wick.

Steve-focused ficlet exploring the idea of Steve becoming a Mean Girl because he learned his tactics from Carol Perkins rather than Tommy, and how he regrets the results of that.

Domestic Bliss fluff fic that ends in a loving blow job. Minors DNI. [Ao3]

Childhood Best Friends AU where Steve and Eddie agree to learn the elvish script from The Hobbit so they can pass notes and no one can read them. Things get a little messy when Eddie moves away with no notice but Steve takes it upon himself to learn Elvish anyway. [Ao3]

Steve doesn't think before he all but crawls seductively into Eddie's lap accidentally. There's also not much thinking once he realizes what he's done, or in the aftermath of it. [Ao3]

Steve, Gareth, and Chrissy Are Cousins [Ao3]

Steve, Gareth, and Chrissy are all cousins, and Gareth doesn't want anyone to know that. For his street cred.

The Steve, Gareth, and Chrissy are cousins AU gets sad (Sad AU Part 1).

Steve realizes he's the only adult left In The Know in Hawkins; Gareth wants answers, one way or another (Sad AU Part 2).

Steve doesn't attend a funeral; Gareth goes with Jason&Co to Reefer Ricks (Sad AU Part 3).

The gang arrives at Skull Rock and Steve learns Gareth's now involved. Robin learns the truth (Sad AU Part 4).

Vecna gives Steve the vision and forces him to make a choice (Sad AU Part 5).

Everyone learns they are cousins now and it goes well. Gareth makes his own plan to save the day. (Sad AU Part 6).

Wayne joins the fight and Gareth ensures that Max gets saved (Sad AU Part 7).

The cousins reconcile. Max and Steve don't (yet). It's as happy an end as a Sad AU can get (Sad AU Final Part).

Time Travel Fix It Fic

Class of '85 [Ao3]

Save Max [Ao3]

September Prompts 2023

Coffee Smell ○ Horizon ○ Foggy Mornings ○ Jukebox ○ "Kiss me or leave me" ○ "Did you lie to me?" ○ Bonfire ○ Recipe Book ○ Gas Station

#my fics #masterlist

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firerose18991 · 5 months

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Prince! Yuji Itadori x Black fem reader

A/N: Written in the dead of night while watching early 2000’s era fantasy movies(ella enchanted, twitches, shrek lol 0

Fluff, adventure, JJK AU, multipart fic

Written with black curvy/chubby readers in mind but all can enjoy

Honestly this is too cute to be on my page of filth but here we are🤷🏿

Wrd cnt: 2k

Prt 2

Prince Yuji rode across the battlefield on his jet black steed sukuna. His clan had been dominating the war waged by a neighboring kingdom, in a fierce effort to maintain their country’s border. He had been eager to strike up negotiations with them regarding the land dispute but when they had attacked he had no choice but to fight against them.

“Soldiers, we fight to subdue our neighbors, not kill them, remember this! Today will be the last ride!” Yuji shouted over the hoards of men lined in front of him.

He wanted to settle the matter quickly by breaking the spirit of his enemies, not their bodies. But the enemy was relentless even with their lesser numbers. The charge commenced and he flanked one side of the enemies while the commander Kugisaki led the other to surround them and push them out. But the battle was a fierce one. As Yuji charged he displayed incredible feats on the battlefield. They hadn’t been as successful as they had hoped to be but the enemy called a short retreat and fell further back, almost to the border. He turned back to his men looking over the gained land and beaming with pride.

And as he took in the sight his vision faded. His grip was lost on Sukuna and he fell to the ground.

He woke up to the muffled voice around his body.

“He sustained many lacerations, not to mention falling from that tall steed of his. His head is in bad shape.” He opened his eyes to a woman waving an enchanted hand over his body.

She spoke to an empty room (apart from himself), he couldn’t speak to respond to her. The waves of pain from exertion swept over his body as he gained consciousness.

A loud voice from outside the door caught his attention.

“Let me through!” they shouted.

Yuji could never forget the shout of his comrade, Nobara burst through the wooden door.

“Commander I’m sorry but you can’t burst in here.” Another younger nurse cut her off before she could stomp deeper into the room.

“Get out of my way! This is the prince of the kingdom, he's not going to be treated in some scruffy war shack!” She berated the nurse and attempted to push her aside.

“He cannot be moved.” She fought to keep her spot in front of the commander. Impressive considering the commander's strength. “He needs to rest and heal first.” She insisted.

“You will obey my orders as commander of the kingdom.” Nobara barked.

“We are not of your kingdom, we travel treating those stupid enough to start a war!” The nurse yelled back. “Get out, you're disturbing my patients.” The commander relented and the young nurse pushed her out of the room.

“Ahem, my apologies my lady. You requested me?” The young nurse turned to the woman at Yuji’s bedside.

“Hello (Y/N)” She smiled. “Thankyou for dealing with our company. Though maybe next time a bit more tact would be in order.” She rose from her place at Yuji’s bedside.

“This young man is a special task. One I am entrusting to my finest student, see to it he is fully healed and on his way back to his kingdom. So his dreadful guards will leave my encampment.” She sighed and exited the room

“Yes ma’am” You spoke as the door closed behind the head nurse.

After a pause you slowly turned toward the patient in question. His torso was black and blue and his head was already bandaged up. You moved closer to examine and finally noticed the open eyes slightly obscured by the bandaging.

“Oh my.” you gasped and hopped back a bit from the bed. “um I’m sorry I wasn’t aware you were awake. You must be in a lot of pain, this should help.” You pulled a balm from your robe pocket and a spatula to apply to the swollen bumps of skin.

Your touch was like a whisper to the skin and Yuji hardly noticed the application but felt the relief of his muscles as the balm took effect.

“Thank..You.” he struggled out, finally being able to communicate without suffering.

“Don’t speak just yet.” You said softly.

You ran the balm along his neck next to allow him to rest comfortably for the day.

“Now all you need is some rest.” Your words fell on deaf ears as he had already passed out,having exhausted himself.

The next day Yuji had woken up to you buzzing around his room moving around soiled bandaging from his bedside.

“He-Hello.” He stuttered abit taking due to his dehydration.

“Hello.” You turned around with a bright smile.

The sun flooded the room around you, bouncing off your brown skin like a blanket of light. Had he seen it yesterday he wouldve mistaken you for a angel. He stared for a bit, forgetting his pain and absentmindedly moving to leave the bed.

“Oh no please...Don’t move yet. You must take the time to heal.” You rushed over and moved his arm back into bed. Taking into account how defined his muscles were.

“Heh, can I trouble you for some water.” He smiled slightly then wincing at the pain.

“Yes, of course.” You swayed out of the room and returned with a pitcher.

You sat on the side of his bed.

“I’m going to use some more healing ointment on you before I give you the water. It’ll make it easier to drink” You said to Yuji.

Again your feather light touches graced his skin. This time his nerves were not overcome by pain and he felt the true skill through your application. You then reacched for the pitcher and held it to his mouth slowly tipping water for him to drink. You focused on making sure the water didn't spill onto his bandaged body.

“Is that enough?” you said pulling the pitcher from his lips.

“Yes.” Yuji said, the ghost of a smile could be seen on his face.

“Now bare with me, I need to make sure your airway is clear at all times.” You said

Your fingers pressed to his neck with more pressure than before earning a flinch from the prince.

“I’m sorry.” you pulled your fingers back a bit. “I’ll put less pressure.”

“No, I’m just not used to feeling this weak. I’ve never been this heavily wounded.”

“Well I heard you fought off 100 soldiers at once, all by yourself. Surely you’d expect some injury.” You jest.

“It was more like 80 men.” Yuji played off your compliments.

Your shared eye contact lingered until you reminded yourself to check his airway. His pulse was strong and breathing with no obstructions.

“I bet you’ll get back to your fight in no time.” You began to get up from the bed.

"The stupid fight?" He questioned your earlier statements.

You turned around with a shocked and embarrassed look.

"I didn't mean-uh- there is nothing trivial about your fight." You stammered over your words hoping to not have offended the prince.

"It's alright. I agree it's a stupid war." Yuji's face fell serious. "I hope to end it as fast as possible."

You continued spending your time solely focusing on the prince and in two weeks time he had made remarkable progress.

Today you swished through the encampment to deliver food to him.

"Good morn- Yuji, you can't be out of bed!” You came into the room to see the prince standing by the back curtain looking over the bustling camp.

“Well obviously I can.” He flashed the devilish teeth you'd come to love. “And it's all thanks to you.”

You braced yourself for his charm, squaring your shoulders you ventured over to him. “I'm not a miracle worker, you still need rest.”

You guided him back to his bed, not daring to look up at the light brown pools fixed atop your head. Every morning since he could speak the two of you sat together and chatted as there wasn't much for either of you to do.

The two of you had gotten to know each other well. You learned that Yuji was born outside the palace and had only learned he was in the line of succession a few years prior. As such he wasn't used to people calling him prince and insisted on his friends not using his title of prince. He was interested in your travels as your clan had provided aid to many wars across the land and you had been to many different parts of the country. You informed him of your favorite stops and places that were now at peace and free to visit if he wished to.

"What else do you enjoy?" Yuji asked you.

His hands rested on your hips as they had found a familiar home there whenever the two of you had your talks. You laid right next to him and against your wishes he would always roll over to face you while you talked.

"I love music. You don't hear it a lot when you're always near wars but sometimes if you stay long enough, till the end of the conflict, you'll hear music from celebrations."

"Do you dance?" He perked up his head excitedly only to be met by your gentle hand placing him back down on the pillow.

"Of course,whenever I can." You laughed

"Then one day we'll dance together, yes?" He looked up at you

"I'd like that." You sighed.

After a month of caring for Yuji, the time was coming for him to travel back to his kingdom. His recovery time astonished all the nurses from your clan but he always played it off saying he just got the best nurse for the job. As the time grew closer for him to leave you began to feel less happy about him returning to his home, without you. It also filled you with a bit of shame as a healer, your job was to get people home safely from battle, but here you were wishing for a few more weeks spent with Yuji.

“(Y/N)?” Yuji called out to you. You had been checking up on the status of the wounds he received. All were almost completely healed and scarred or faded.

“Hm” You hummed in response.

“You seem distracted today. Are you tired?” Yuji had a face of concern. He hoped that the constant care he required this past month hadn’t caught up to you.

“No, no. I am distracted but not tired.” You continued to place the light bandages around nim.

“What are you thinking about?” He pulled your hands from his bandages and let them pool around his torso.

“It seems the conflict between your clan and the other has calmed down a lot. We see less soldiers being hurt each day. It means we’ll be moving on soon.” You looked away from Yuji as you informed him of your inevitable departure.

You didn’t see the expression on Yuji's face as you told him the news. He wasn't sad or even overly worried but he was determined to stay with you. It felt like a battle almost, the same determination that saved his clan’s land would keep you in his life for as long as the two of you wished.

"Would you also like to move on to the next land's war?"

"Well if I'm quite honest I've had my fill of wars witnessed. But there will be people who need us" The reason you had left your clan's home lands to help in these wars was to be able to help people with the medical abilities you inherited.

"Your clan's work is truly miraculous. We haven't known a decent healer in years on this half of the continent. It's selfish of me but I would have asked you to become the royal physician." His gaze held focus on you.

"I would have to earn status before I could accept an offer like that."

"How would you do that?"

"My teacher, the head nurse…she would have to approve a promotion for me. I don't know if I've impressed her enough to get that."

"Well maybe I should steal you away" he gathered you up I'm his strong arms and pulled you to his chest.

You sighed, if you weren't so prideful you'd let him. But you had your own goal of being a healer and you couldn't abandon that, not even for your favorite patient

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