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Silent Hill 2 Remake Guide

How to get All New Game+ Endings in One Playthrough

Note that the Endings themselves aren't spoiled save for the titles, but the locations of items, names, etc, are spoiled as this is a comprehensive guide. I tried this recently, and it worked, and it took me forever to make this list so i decided to post it lol– I hope it helps. <3

Comprehensive list to get All 4 item-based/ New Game + Endings in One Playthrough of Silent Hill 2 Remake

IMPORTANT NOTE:

you MUST do 'in the water' ending at least ONCE to be able to get the 'Stillness' ending.

Beginning of Game

Graveyard

Crimson Ceremony (rebirth)- look for a lone grave on the shore in the northeastern corner of the graveyard. In front of the gravestone will be a book with a red cover

Witse Rd., after passing through tunnel

Key of Sorrow (Stillness) - a green car on Wiltse Rd. right after passing through the tunnel. Use the chainsaw to smash its back window and take the key from the back seat

Eastern Southvale

Pet Center by Big Jay's Diner–

Broken Key Part. (Dog) In Eastern South Vale, find the Pet Center next to Big Jay’s diner. The key part will be in the back storage room past the counter

The Jeweller's Store–

Blue Gem. (UFO) In Eastern South Vale, find The Jewellers store next to The Pet Center. Smash the left storefront window and grab a jewel from the display.

Saul St. Apartments

Examine Blue Gem in Eastern South Vale, next to a graffiti of an eye on the back of a vent on the roof of the Saul Street Apartments. (UFO)

Rosewater Park

Examine Blue gem in Rosewater Park, in the northeastern corner of the pier before you meet Maria. (UFO)

Western Southvale

Near Baldwin Mansion

White Chrism. (rebirth)Western South Vale, a bottle with a white liquid on a table near the front door to the Baldwin Mansion

(Note that talking to Maria at the gate to Baldwin Mansion will give points for Maria ending)

After Jack's Inn, Katz St.

Broken Key Part. (Dog) In Western South Vale, after you pass through Jacks Inn find a back yard gate with a dog bone symbol next to the first house on Katz Street. Proceed inside and collect the second key part inside the dog house. (Combine Key parts)

Hospital

Small Chest. (Bliss) In the gazebo of the Brookhaven Hospital Garden

Post-Hospital, pre-Historical Society

Pete's Bowl-O-Rama

Rusted Key (Bliss) In Pete's Bowl-O-Rama, there's a safe that becomes available during New Game+. The code for the safe is 1887, which you can learn from the memo by the corpse at the west end of Nathan Ave. Inside the safe, you will find the key to the box from the gazebo. DO NOT DRINK THE WHITE CLAUDIA YET.

Historical Society

Obsidian Goblet. (Rebirth) Silent Hill Historical Society, a black goblet in a wall niche in the main exhibition hall.

Lakeview Hotel, Fog (Normal) World

Examine Blue Gem immediately upon arriving at Lakeview hotel dock

NOTE: If you want to complete a normal ending, such as Maria, Leave, or Water, wait to pick up the item in Lost & Found until you create your Save JUST before entering Room 312 to watch the tape and complete instant endings: Dog, Bliss, UFO. Complete all objectives until you get to room 312, and then save before picking up the book in Lost & Found. Then complete all desired instant endings, reload, and pick up the book in Lost & Found, continuing as normal via watching the tape. Complete required objectives in the otherworld, and save before reaching the safe in the Manager's Office, after the cutscene with the fire room. Complete Rebirth by NOT collecting the Toluca Postcard in the safe, finishing the game to get the Rebirth ending, and then reloading the OTHERWORLD save, collecting the Toluca postcard in the Otherworld, and acquiring Stillness, for easiest route to finishing all endings in a single playthrough. If you want to finish a different ending, Reload your Room 312 Save and Complete the game as normal without picking up the book or postcard, and you will get whatever ending you collected the most points for.)

First Floor

Lost & Found:

To get Rebirth Ending:

“Lost Memories”. (Rebirth) book that is found on a shelf inside the Lost & Found room (replaces the Lost & Found Note that is here during a normal game). Collecting the four items for Rebirth and finishing the game WITHOUT collecting the 'Toluca Postcard' for Stillness will grant you the rebirth ending.

Third Floor

Dog Ending:

Observation Room (Next to Room 312)

Use the 'Dog' key on the Observation Room Door. This will immediately give you the 'Dog' ending.

Room 312

Bliss Ending:

Drink the White Claudia and watch the tape in room 312. This will immediately give you the 'Bliss' Ending

UFO ending:

Examine the Blue Gem in room 312. This will immediately give you the UFO ending.

Hotel Otherworld (After watching Tape in 312 normally)

Manager's Office (after the fire room cutscene) —

Toluca Postcard. (Stillness) There is a locked safe that requires both a key and a code in the corner of Manager’s Office in the Otherworld Hotel.

Use the Key of Sorrow for the key lock, and input the code 314 (right 3, left 1, right 4) for the combination lock. Inside you will find the Toluca Postcard.

Complete the game with the Toluca Postcard to get the Stillness ending. NOTE: Doing so will cancel out getting the rebirth ending, even if you acquire all rebirth items, so SAVE before collecting the Toluca postcard for getting either ending easily via reload.

hope this helps someone lol

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Drunken theory about EYES

Let's get away from game conventions and the fact that Capcom could have trivially forgotten or left something out. I wrote this theory under temperature, so there is a certain level of absurdity present, especially since I dreamed it and that was the reason for writing it. I warned you!

Until there is an official explanation, this article is up to date.

What is this theory about? It's about both Wesker's eyes and PG67A/W. It's about why his eyes change color and what it depends on.

So, let's talk about PG67A/W first. It is not officially known when exactly this serum was created, but I believe it is definitely after 2003. That's when Wesker merged with Tricell, because the syringe has their brand label on it. He needs PG67A/W to «stabilize the force». But what is this «stabilization» really? We don't really know what happens to Wesker without the serum. The game says that he loses strength without it and so he needs the serum to stabilize his body, but I have a different opinion, which I'll tell you in a moment.

Between 1998 and 2003, Wesker is unable to use PG67A/W because it has not yet been invented. However, the powers he gained from the virus have not left him during these 5 years, he is far beyond a normal human. While fighting Sergei and his Ivans in 2003 (Umbrella Chronicles) he displayed his standard set of abilities. The only thing he lacked was speed, the same speed in re5.

We conclude that he only needs PG67A/W to have speed. It was speed and reaction that he «lost» when Chris and Sheva injected him with an overdose of PG67A/W in re5. However, the strength remained the same, thanks to it, he punched the rocket with Uroboros with his arm.

In fact, if you give him an extra dose of PG67A/W, he doesn't lose any of his abilities, including his speed. Wesker's body is only overloaded, which causes a severe headache as his body tries to cope with the strain. His powers then increase even more, causing them to become difficult to control. When Chris injected him with an extra dose again, his strength became not just difficult, but impossible to control, and he gave up speed altogether, because it was trivially useless.

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Now that we've dealt with how the serum works, let's talk about the abnormality of his eyes. Wesker's eye color is closely related to his ability status. I'll go into detail in a moment.

To make it easier to understand what I'm talking about, we need to trace the entire history of the change. In the fandom, it is commonly believed that his eyes were originally blue, and after the virus injection, they became permanently red-orange. But what if I told you that they change color all the time?

Re1 it's simple - blue. This is the very beginning of the story, so this color is taken as the standard color.

Then the Umbrella Chronicles plot happens, where his eyes changed color for the first time (in the timeline of the story).

The red glow is something similar to re5, however it momentarily goes out, returning his eyes to a blue color, but why? It's really unclear why they're still blue here if the game was released in 2007, long after Code Veronica (2000), in which his eyes were redesigned long ago.

Is the old color persisting not because of Capcoms inattention, but because of canonical processes in his body? The eyes can't instantly change their appearance and need time to fully mutate? We'll come back to that.

Ibid, in Umbrella Chronicles, his eyes are no longer blue in the official material.

Wesker then appears in Code Veronica and there his eyes have the familiar orange look for the first time (according to the games release chronology), like on official Umbrella Chronicles materials.

Given that the events here take place in 1998, like re1, one can really assume that Wesker needed some time to mutate fully.

In 2002, Wesker appears in Operation Javier (Darkside Chronicles, 2009), his eyes blue again.

In 2003, one of the storylines of Umbrella Chronicles and Prelude to the Fall, his eyes came back to design from Code Veronica.

In 2005, when re4 released his eyes are blue again. I could say that this was allowed by accident, when Wesker's model, from the re1 remake, Capcom simply forgot to change the eye color. But that theory is ruined by one small fact... the remake.

In the re4 remake, his eyes aren't orange either (actually they are orange, but human).

They're not blue, of course, but different from Code Veronica, suggesting that his eyes probably do lose their inhuman appearance over time, slowly turning into normal eyes. In Code Veronica, they're orange because Wesker is at the peak of his powers, but over time he weakens, his eyes change, and he needs PG67A/W to get things back to the way they were, only with bonuses like reaction and speed.

And by the way, in the concepts for re5 there's a shot where Wesker's eyes regain their blue color. If even at the stage of game development Capcom thought about this feature, when the developers already had several games where his eye color varied, then it can be considered a canonical feature. We take into account not only this concept, which was not included in the game, but also the eye from the remake of re4, which does not look like Code Veronica or re5 at all.

In standard form, after taking PG67A/W and\or at the peak of his powers, Wesker's eyes look like this. Essentially identical to Code Veronica, it just looks better due to the graphics.

My conclusion: the color of his eyes directly shows the state of strength. Weakened body - first the pupil changes, becoming round again, and then the color already changes, gradually «dimming» in approaching the original (blue) color. After taking the serum - red or orange color with a narrow pupil. The blue color could mean complete weakness, but judging by re4r, he doesn't drive himself to that extreme state, so it's unlikely Capcom will ever show such a thing again. The only time his mutated eyes have been blue canonically is Umbrella Chronicles, but there it's due (presumably) to the mutation not being completed yet, and also in Darkside Chronicles.

Yes, I actually had a dream that I was writing this theory, but I had to do some brainstorming to turn it into something readable, as well as gather material. Don't take it too seriously.

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I think it's also interesting to try to theorize exactly when he started using Excella's serum and why exactly he never adjusted it to have permanent affect. Theoretically, it was as early as Pre-Veronica. He did say (I believe) he had to sell his soul to TriCell, and that's the first time we see his slitted eyes. We could say he never fixed it because he planned to inject himself with Uroboros all along and he didn't think it necessary, but part of me wonders if somehow the serum wasnt exactly adding anything in, but more re-activating abilities that were innate. Coaxing his mutations forward. And further, I think it doing so had adverse psychological side affects.

We know that "hatred became [his] master" but I also wonder if perhaps the serum had further side effects psychologically. Re4 Remake Wesker, in my opinion, doesn't really act like the other versions of Wesker, so it's hard to say with him, but If we look at how collected Wesker usually is versus how he was whenever he was given the overdose of the serum, (or even just in RE5 in general), Wesker is more impulsive, reckless. We could say it's because of Chris, but even in RE1, he was very cool and collected. Even in Umbrella Chronicles, where his eyes aren't slits yet, he's calm. But in Veronica, where we first see his changed eyes slitted, he's become more unhinged, whereas in 4 (original), he's back to that calm sadistic mastermind and his eyes aren't as inhuman.

It leads me to believe his viruses being activated cause him to sort of lose his sanity, or at least make it hard to stay calm, (they do flare brighter when he's angry) and that's why he never made a version with permanent affects, despite being a pretty genius virologist.

but this theory is genius ngl i love it ty for sharing omg

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the fact the alan wake fandom is so small on ao3 and etc is so crazy to me cus like the writer of the game will repost ship art and the official page will post a ship meme and the two characters will say shit like "you are home" , "welcome me back home," "we are the heart," "we should be one", "we are one", "our happy ending" and, in reply, "come on, come home" and everybody will be like, nooooo there is absolutely NOTHING i can write about this nooo... nooo god why ever... HUH⁉️ where are the FREAKS!!

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Supernatural Demon!Dean and Powers!Sam AU of 10x03 (No Slash/Gen)

(AU where Dean and Sam’s fight in the bunker after Sam tried to cure Dean got a little rougher, and Sam really believed he was going to die and uses his powers unintentionally bc demon blood sam was WASTED potential after S5)

It happens sometime between Dean breaking down the door and when he swings at Sam’s head with a hammer for the second time. He misses, of course, at least mostly, but Sam’s skull hits the wall anyway, blood trailing down his forehead, snaking along his nose, onto his lips– maybe that’s when it happens. Maybe he’d injured Dean at some point and gotten his blood in his mouth. He wouldn’t know. He can barely think enough to survive, much less to analyze their situation, but whatever it is, Sam raises his hand, praying that Dean will break his arm rather than his skull, and then it is silent, and still, and Sam is almost more terrified because of it.

He can hear Dean suck in a surprised breath, and then laugh, cruel and sharp.

“Oh, Sammy,” he drawls, “Didn’t know you had any juice left in you, huh?”

Sam opens his eyes, (he didn’t mean to close them,) and stares at Dean, his fingers shaking- some of them are broken. His wrist is bent a little wrong, his skull is pounding–

Dean is frozen where he stands, visibly struggling against whatever is holding him there– and Sam can feel it, too, like he’s holding Dean himself- the little wriggles of pressure where he’s keeping Dean still.

And then he’s aware of what’s happening.

Sam flinches hard enough that Dean is released– his brother staggers, for a moment, feeling along his own chest, that sick, cruel smile still on his face.

“Always wondered what that felt like,” Dean muses, looking back at Sam, those haunting black eyes picking him apart, “Have you been lying to me, little brother? Drinking demon blood behind my back?”

And Sam stumbles backward, because Dean is moving toward him again– Dean cuts open his own palm and he’s on Sam faster than Sam can react– pushing him to the ground, sealing his palm over Sam’s mouth, feeding him the blood of a Knight of Hell, and Sam gags, tries to spit it out, and Dean just covers his nose, suffocates him until he’s sure that Sam really swallowed, really drank from him.

“Tit for tat, right? You give me your blood… I give you mine. Change is good, Sammy, embrace it– I know I did.”

The blood burns the whole way down, and Sam feels almost more helpless than he ever has– worse than the demons that have used him, and the angels, and Lucifer, because this is his brother– or was, once, and he’s forcing his demonic blood into Sam’s body like Azazael had always wanted.

Sam can feel the way this stronger, more potent blood instantly affects him– can feel his very body shift, ever so slightly– and once there is enough of it in his body, he reacts, without having to even move, flinging Dean away from him, throwing himself to his feet.

“There you go,” Dean praises, laughing slightly where he’s getting up from the floor Sam had thrown him to, “Now we match.”

Sam squeezes his eyes shut, praying it’s just one of the demon’s games–

“Aw, don’t hide it. Maybe you’ll even be able to survive me like this.”

And that confirms it– Sam shakes his head, opening his eyes and lifting his hand, keeping Dean still.

“Gonna send me to hell, Sammy?” Dean coos, and Sam can feel Dean struggling against him, but the blood is stronger– it’s racing through Sam’s veins and making up for all the blood he’d taken from himself trying to cure Dean, “Gonna kill me like you did Lilith?” He hisses, still with that fucking smile, and Sam squeezes, just a little, seeing Dean’s entire body glow, and Dean grunts with the pain, surprise evident on his face.

“Don’t.” Sam whispers, “Don’t.”

Dean struggles, trying to step forward, and Sam strains, slightly– he’s trying not to hurt Dean– he flexes his power, and Dean glows again, white-hot power peeking through his skin, and he laughs.

“Okay, okay, I get it–” Dean scoffs, “But you can’t hold me forever. Not even with those yellow eyes of yours.”

Sam shakes his head, frantically, closing his eyes, and Dean grunts with surprise.

“It’s over, Dean.” Castiel snaps, and when Sam opens his eyes, the angel is holding Dean, keeping him still. Castiel’s eyes widen, when he looks at Sam, but the angel focuses on Dean instead, on keeping him restrained.

Sam can feel the demonic energy in Dean– and so, too–

He strains, slightly, forcing it down, away from the energy at Dean’s core, his soul, pushing it into the far corners of Dean’s body, until he can’t feel it anymore, and Dean falls unconscious, slumping in Castiel’s arms.

“Sam…” Castiel murmurs softly, and Sam closes his eyes, shaking his head.

“He force-fed me his blood.” Sam murmurs, shakily, “I’m still… me.”

“I know. Your situation is different than most. This is something that is a part of you, not a secondary influence. I’m not worried about you because of it. You’re injured.”

Sam shakes his head, weakly, “I’m alright,” and Castiel nods at him, even as he lifts Dean, aiming to return him to the hidden room.

[aerialflight]

fic rec list (in other words, i need a list for my neurotic brain and its obsessions, f me)

Yeah, everything said above. also, the deadpool and wolverine brainrot is real. i only watched it a week ago. nfeiwofpewafe.

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[Deadpool and Wolverine] (i'm still desperately searching for more. i just need a list for the ones that won't leave me alone fyufivuohbjl)

How To Pay For Rent 💸 by fictionfeast

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson (i still can't believe this is the ship name, they actually put worst wolverine as a specification. it's such a unique dynamic and relationship that we NEED that differentiation. amazing.)

To pay for rent, Logan and Wade take odd jobs on Craigslist.

(listen, LISTEN. just from the fact craiglist is involved, you KNOW it's gonna be off the walls crack and hilarity. i swear, this fic went in directions i never in a million years would've predicted, it's amazing. the voices for these characters are impeccable and i, too, would like to shake deadpool like a snowglobe so some goddamn honestly will barf out. logan, you have my sympathies. please read, i'm literally going insane.)

shattered glass by anarkissed

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

At first, Wade is pretty sure it all starts with the bullet- the one Logan had held in his teeth and spit out like it was a prize. Or maybe it starts in the Honda Odyssey. Or maybe it had started way back with Logan's smile. That first sardonic one when they'd met. Or maybe it's the way Logan is always staring at him. Or maybe- "I think you're enjoying this too much." "Maybe you're not enjoying it enough." It’s more bite than kiss, more claim than caress, but it’s their mouths connecting all the same, and Wade gasps, hoarsely, as blood wells up from his lips and Logan tongues it away like it’s his god-given right. Oh, oh oh, oh- he’s crazy. He’s so crazy. Wade has never wanted anyone so badly in his entire life. Wade tries to figure out where whatever he has with Logan started. (And he's kind of hoping he never has to see how it ends.)

Part 1 of dying engine (poolverine/deadclaws)

(i'm not fucking kidding when i say this is my favorite d&w fic. i want to gnaw this in my mouth and develop vampire canines as i sharpen them every fucking reread. there are passages here that i reread like a fucking lunatic and i use the find in page option for the word 'crazy' just so i can go to my favorite part. and the fact there's a freaking part 2? that has logan's pov in it??? and it makes me feel just as unhinged??? it makes me want to go apeshit. please read. for the love of god.)

how easy you are to need by Patricia_Sage

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

Wade smiles when the doctor opens the door. "Hi, we have a vet appointment at 2:00. Please tell me he doesn't have rabies because I have been scratched and bitten plenty." *** Logan gets treatment for adamantium poisoning. Wade helps.

Part 2 of he has risen, babygirl

(i fucking CACKLED reading this, omfg. also, wade's version of helping is both sweet and freaking hilarious, i love this idiot so much. and this fic! addresses the fact logan probably has ptsd medical trauma and i love that. it's hardly ever addressed and i appreciate how it's shown here. also, it's a series! part 1 is great too, you don't need to read it to understand part 2 though, dw.)

Void by RovingOtter

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

After a week without contact, Logan leaves Wade a weird voicemail.

(i'm religiously checking in on this for updates. i know the summary doesn't say anything, so i'll say it here. logan becomes aware of the fourth wall and it's so fascinating??? a genuine look on what happens if the wolverine becomes aware that he's a fictional character and the exploration of that premise here is *chefs kiss* delicious. and how wade reacts to it and how they both deal with the aftermath of this development is so interesting and god, i NEED to know how this fic will go. genuinely one of those fics that have a premise i've never thought about before and it's GLORIOUS!)

where soul meets body by Edgebug

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

"I'll probably see you around?" "Probably not," Logan says, something in his spine still shaking even now, and Wade looks at him with those huge dark eyes that look--hurt, maybe, heartbroken, and Logan knows he has to get up and leave before he can't. Each step is agony increasing, the thing in his spine trembling ever-harder and then Wade calls his name and he stops, turns, sees those eyes again; pleading, desperate. A rush of emotion slams into his hindbrain, it feels half foreign and half his own; don't do this can't do this without you please stay please stay stay stay stay let me stay stay stay "Come home with me," Wade blurts out, and Logan finds that he's taken steps toward Wade without realizing it, closing the yawning gap between them, and the thing in his spine relaxes just a little. "Okay," he says. (In which something very interesting happens underneath the Time Ripper, and Wade and Logan deal with the aftermath.)

(they vulcan mind melded and now can't live without the other. i just love this author's writing and i read every one of their d&w fics. i'm in love with their characterization of not just d&w but the rest of the cast as well! and the banter and genuinely fun interactions between d&w has me kicking my feet and giggling like a school girl. please read, i totally recommend this fic and the rest of the author's other fics XD)

your fool in this game for two by abillionstars

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

“Have you ever lived with anyone before?” At Wade’s question, Logan pauses to think. Scratches his balls for a second, and says, “I lived at Xavier’s school for a while, before I left. Lived in a clapboard boarding house about seventy years back. A couple of times, I slept in a park with other people nearby. Do those count?” “That was a rhetorical question,” says Wade. “Some might even call it an accusatory one. Mostly because—dude. I’m a fucking mess. But you’re even worse.” (two loser loners, falling in love.)

(this is crack. the peak of romance, the very height of big squishy feelings. it's perfect. god, i am utterly trash for this fic, it's so fucking good fnewiofpew)

Love You All Over by FinelyDressedSpacemen

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

The bad guys have love spells now, apparently. Logan gets nailed. Wade tries not to. With great power over your sexiest friend comes great emotional responsibility.

(where wade tries his best to respect logan and logan makes this, so freaking hard for him lmao. lovesick logan is truly the most flirty version of wolverine and it's incredible. it's like if hugh jackman himself is trying to romance the shit out of you. wade really is the stronger person, incredible. anyway, this was a joy to read and if you like musicals, this is definitely for you <3)

I'm the worst at what I do by Thestarvedghost

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

Logan finds out from Wade after everything is said and done, universes saved and friends met, that most hims across the multiverse have some sort of memory issue, one way or another. Logan wishes he was that fucking lucky. He remembers it all.

Part 1 of No end and no beginning

(i recommend this entire series, the progression on d&w's relationship has me singing! it's so sweet and fluffy! well, as fluffy as 2 murderous, self-hating bastards can be anyway lol.)

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[Dimension 20] (Fantasy High, A Court of Fey and Flowers, A Crown of Candy)

interchange by fangirl_squee

Fandom: Fantasy High

Oh, the Bad Kids? Yeah, in that group they have [checks notes] a pirate cleric, a goblin bard, a Helioic fighter, an elven barbarian, a tiefling rogue, and a half-orc wizard.

(it's so interesting how different yet the same the bad kids are even with their class changes. man, the idea of fabian being a freaking cleric still makes me want to cackle. he'd be so much more Exasperated by the bad kids, especially freshman fabian X'D. also barbarian adaine has my whole fucking heart.)

yeah you held me the whole way through, when i couldn’t say the words like you by zedif_y

Fandom: Fantasy High

Ship: Riz Gukgak/Fabian Aramais Seacaster

When Fabian is ten, his Papa tells him the story of how he married his mother. It’s a gory tale, one that involves a cut eye and bodies hitting the deck. He tells Fabian of a love that sent him to his knees, that leads a man like him– fearsome and powerful, the greatest pirate to ever live– to start a family. A love that gave him Fabian. --- A study on Fabian, grief, and, ultimately— love.

(an exploration on fabian's idea of what love is. god, it's so well written. i love this fic and absolutely recommend it! <3)

white knuckles by thathastu

Fandom: Fantasy High

Ships: Fabian/everyone (but all unrequited)

His ex-fling’s little sister. Two people in committed relationships who also happen to be in the same mega famous rock band. A heartbroken lesbian who doesn’t want to be involved with men in any way. And Riz fucking Gukgak. Fabian Aramais Seacaster, son of Bill Seacaster, finds himself falling for all of his friends.

(seeing the bad kids through fabian's eyes made me realize why the bad kids would be considered attractive to people who know them! it's so sweet how much fabian cares and pays attention to them and the constant feeling of 'oh no oh no' both made me want to laugh and coo at him lmao)

life in a wallflower garden with my friends by sickoflosiingsoulmates for lesbiansweetflips

Fandom: Fantasy High

Ship: Ayda Aguefort/Figueroth Faeth

This is what Ayda has spent her entire life searching after. This is what she built the friendship section in the library in hopes of, what she spent long, lonely nights dreaming of. A night with a friend, a true friend, laughing and talking about nothing in particular. [or, ayda finds friends in the bad kids]

(ayda has friends! ayda has frieeenndss!! i'm so so in love with her and this fic is so fluffy and sweet! gah, instant shot of endorphins, guarantee!)

allies and fealty, or, on finding the first knight of the new Court of Craft by fangirl_squee

Fandom: A Court of Fey and Flowers

Ship: Binx Choppley/Captain K. P. Hob

The enemy of my enemy is kind of my friend. Or something.

(i'm always a sucker for rare pairs and man, this is something i didn't even know i wanted. i love how slowly and carefully they build trust in each other, especially binx who is so secretive and initiated this relationship in the first place. by the end, i completely bought this ship and the potential for it.)

I've walked a fragile line and I've fallen down by jadeandquartz

Fandom: A Crown of Candy

Anger is burning in Lapin’s chest. It is bitter, and it is bloody, and it shines brighter than any Bulb the church might care to invent. Normally, he leaves his emotions be. He cannot afford to let feelings drive him forwards. Remaining logical is the only safe way to play the game of politics - and if you do not play it safe, you die. And if you die, then what was the point? But nothing about their predicament is normal. So, fuck playing the game safely. Fuck that. The world will not play safe with the lives of those he loves. *** In which Belizabeth Brassica is looking for a heretic, and Lapin confesses to his apostasy to protect the House of Rocks.

(one of the first crown of candy fics i read and i never looked back. lapin survive stories makes me so feral and god i love this cantankerous bunny so so much fnewiofewp)

to leave this all behind (halo round his head) by grumpyhedgehogs

Fandom: A Crown of Candy

Lapin blinks slowly at Brassica as she steps up to the bars of his cell, the guards splitting around her like so much water over a stone. He inclines his head, trying for regal and probably failing. “Heretic.” Her voice grates against his eardrums. “You have awakened.” “Zealot. You haven’t killed me.” Lapin replies, dry.

(another, much longer fic where lapin survives and i'm so in love with how much detail and fantastic characterization this fic has, not just for lapin but for the whole cast! the day i stop loving the lapin survives trope is the day i die.)

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[The Terror] (yeah, i know, extremely random, and yet here we are. it's due to this animatic here that i was introduced to this show in the first place. def recommend both the show and this artist *thumbs up*)

I'll be Homeward Bound in Time by clandestinegardenias

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Back in the Arctic, stuffed two to a sleeping sack and trying to keep each other alert, he and James used to name every good type of thing they would eat when they got back, knowing–as they thought–the time would never come. 'Cream puffs', James had sighed one frigid night in a partial feverish delirium. Francis could hardly see him but for the lightest starlight, yet he had heard the smile evident in his voice all the same. That close, he had nearly felt it. --- Hailed as heroes on their miraculous return to England, Francis and James fail to cope, but nonetheless manage to fall together.

(i love how warm they are here, how clearly these two depend on one another and find joy despite the fact london is trying it's best to stamp out this closeness. post-rescue is always such an interesting time where they get to reflect and be traumatized by what happened in the arctic and the lack of understanding that is found when they go home. it's done so well here and man, i just love these two together. the ship that sails their ships lmao)

death is a sailing ship by Maleann

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

"James had died knowing that his heart, the core of his very being that no biographer would ever know, would carry on in Francis Crozier. Would be protected, cherished even, because Francis deemed him worthy of such care. Oh, how he had loved Francis then. He had been at peace with this being his last living thought. It’s his only thought now. In this undead life, his love has nowhere to go."  ___ James Fitzjames wakes up in the Afterlife. It looks strangely similar to his cabin on Erebus. (Updated with amazing artwork by Marella!)

(the fic is so!! kind!!! to all its characters! and fitzjames is in full form here, i love how it's him that's trying so hard to take care of his men, despite sir john and his lack of empathy. to have fitzjames damn what is proper and trying to do his best as always even in the freaking afterlife, god. you can just see how much fitzjames changed from the beginning of the show to his end in this fic. how all the characters changed, really. every character here is given room to heal and face the consequences of their actions and there were moments that it seriously made me cry. this is my fave fic in this entire list, it just does an amazing job of showing compassion to all its characters and i love it.)

there but for the grace of- by TheGoodDoctor

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

“I wish you would stop being such a martyr,” a languid voice says quietly, drawling as well as a man can with two missing molars and a glassy, bloodshot eye, leaking all the while from open chest wounds. Francis is rather impressed with his dedication to the role, somewhere under the roil of fury and exhaustion. “You know as well as I do that you could have this bed sometimes, if it didn’t suit you to stomp about with blacked eyes and a put-upon expression.” “And what should we do with you all the while, Commander,” he says, all on a great sigh, “wrap you in sailcloth already? Come, man, you’re either well enough to cease bleeding on my sheets or too ill to get out of them, you can’t have it both ways.” “Francis,” Ross began, “I did not undertake to accept the position of second on Franklin’s expedition for you, as you asked.”

(this fic scratched a brain itch i didn't even know i had. it's so interesting to think about, the idea of crozier not being on the expedition and instead being the person who rescues them instead. fitzjames and crozier actually developing a relationship based on this premise, without the shared trauma, is so so intriguing to me and i wish i had more of this. also, the fact crozier is so much more mentally healthier than canon due to ross makes me want to laugh and cry. god, if only.)

out of the sea came he, still hid in mist by dazydaisy for shortcrust

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

You make bargains you cannot keep. You make promises you plan to break. You give things that are not yours to give.

(a haunting, magical realism fic that feels like a gothic fairy tale. exactly my kind of fic! and if it's yours? definitely a good read *thumbs up*)

At Civil Twilight by lieutenant_iceberg

“Well,” said Francis. “Jopson, will you see what you can do with this three-year-old peace offering? A cup for each of us, and one for you.” “Sir,” said Jopson, collecting one of the bags. “You’ll be up all night if you take coffee now.” “I’ll be up all night anyway. Go, Jopson, go.” When he was gone, Francis got up from the table, and they stared into the depths of the bag together. Finally, Francis cleared his throat and said, “All right, then, James. How have you fared since I hit you?” A few days after Carnivale, Crozier and Fitzjames make a faltering attempt to talk things over.

Part 1 of Civil Twilight

(oooh, the very start of their friendship! how to make peace when their entire relationship is based on animosity and contempt! the dialogue and characterization of these two in this series is so good and i absolutely recommend!)

rebuilding by wildcard_47 for 20thcenturyvole

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Once they stepped ashore, a fey dark-haired man burst through the crowd a few heads down from Jane Franklin. When Fitzjames saw his brother, he startled, and when Will surged forward in the first press of the crowds around the returned—elfin face wet with tears as he swept James into a fierce embrace—only then did Fitzjames release his grip on Francis’s arm. Only then did Francis feel as if he could step away at last. Written for the 2023 Fall Fitzier Exchange, for the prompt: "Post-canon AU where, once they get home, Crozier and Fitzjames are riddled with guilt and trauma, and deal with their feelings by throwing themselves into caring for the surviving men..."

(i'm always so fascinated by post-rescue stories that actually deal with the aftermath, the logistics of it all. how the characters struggle to handle their own traumas, how they help one another through their experiences, all of it. and how both crozier and fitzjames step up for their men even now, even when they're no longer captains in the arctic and have to deal with london and all it's trappings. this fic handles all that so very well, i love it <3)

As Bullet Speaks to Gun by pointyshades

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Thomas Jopson/Edward Little

Against all odds, they are rescued. Cornelius Hickey is court-martialed for his mutiny, and the whole mess of the expedition is unfurled in front of the public. With their names being dragged through the mud, Francis Crozier and James Fitzjames reach out to each other. Meanwhile, Thomas Jopson seeks revenge for what he believes is his captain's betrayal, and Edward Little tries to come to terms with the truth.

(yes!! edward little my beloved gets to shine here! and jopson is so bitter and angry and messy, it's great! again, i love fics that tackle what would happen post-rescue and how london would react to it. the trials, both actual and mental, they have to face in order to move on and be happy (oh please oh please) is handled expertly and i love it! crozier/fitzjames ship is a little more background in this fic compared to jopson/little, but honestly? i'm so sucked into the latter ship that it doesn't matter. both ships are written very well here and again, my beloved edward little is glorious in this fic and i love it! you go edward! woohoo!!!)

Principles of Magnetism (a Comedy of Manners) by acaramelmacchiato

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

The one where they're married but it's still Victorian times and also it's an accident.

(you don't understand, this fic is so fucking funny. it's so goddamn victorian and sir john is so jane-austen-silly-characters coded. i want to both shake his hand for making this premise happen in the first place, and punch him in his punchable face. and crozier is perfectly characterized here, i can visually picture his disgruntled expressions so clearly in my mind, it's incredible.)

Thaw by orphan_account

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Past Captain Francis Crozier/Sophia Cracroft

Courteous, charming Fitzjames, whittled down to maturity by the North, and being there, very obviously, not as Francis's right-hand man or as his comrade, but as his mate; a soulmate. Sophia had no need to look at Francis’s face, at the discoloration that would have turned one of his blue eyes into the good-coffee brown of Fitzjames's, to know it, so blatant and luminous a thing it was.

Part 1 of A Victorian Soulmate AU

(very interesting fic where one can choose their soulmates, choose who they want to bond with for life. and the fact it's sophia's pov and how she deals with this fact is handled so carefully and full of goodwill. it makes me want to applaud. i love how clear it is that they're grown ass adults willing to discuss and make peace with one another because they're all genuinely good people who want happiness both for others and themselves. this fic feels like a flower that you hold in your hands to admire it's beauty and delicacy.)

And It Is Now, And It Is Here by 20thcenturyvole, pointyshades

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Before the ships are trapped in the ice, James Fitzjames sees a terrible vision of the future, a harbinger of his own death. Before the ships are trapped in the ice, Francis Crozier is visited by a tender apparition, an angel wearing James Fitzjames' face. They are both seeing the same vision. Whether they can heed its warning is another matter entirely.

(when the ghost of your future haunts you, you better believe it changes to the plot. i love the dichotomy of how crozier and fitzjames reacts to ghost fitzjames! it's so interesting and i was on the edge of my seat the entire time i read this. if you want to know how it all ends, please read! i promise this fic is a ride you want to get on.)

Waistcoats! or, Life Before the Passage by sadsparties

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Lady Ann Ross/Sir James Clark Ross, Lt Henry T. D. Le Vesconte/Original Character

Commander James Fitzjames of the Royal Navy is the Best Man that a best friend could ever ask for. A chance meeting forces him to share his arctic expedition duties with one Captain Francis R. M. Crozier, and perhaps other duties as well.

(listen, the terror is a horror show and i both want and need lighthearted fics in order to deal with all the horrors lol. but seriously, this fic was genuinely just fun to read and i love the banter and slowly developing friendship and relationship between crozier and fitzjames! truly the romantic comedy fic in this fandom. XD)

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Galladay (Sunday x Gallagher HSR) fix-it mini-fic

V.2.2 SPOILERS!!

Teaser:

"That's good. Hatred is good. Better than being empty. I think you've been empty for a long time."

"You don't know me."

"Don't I? I told you, we're alike, you and I."

“You’re close to death, aren’t you?”

Sunday looks up, surprised, the watery tomb of his elysium flickering like static, as if rays of light distorted by choppy surf, displaced by darkening storm clouds.

It’s empty, save for him.

Gallagher.

“I don’t know.” He admits, simply, from where he’s sitting, left in a crumpled heap after his puppet strings (though whether he was holding them or wearing them is impossible to tell,) were so brutally and ruthlessly cut. He is at Gallagher’s feet until the man moves, crouching down to look into his eyes.

Sunday tries not to let him, to turn his head, but it’s as if Gallagher is everywhere he looks.

“Must be, if you’re seeing me.”

Sunday stares into his eyes- they’re harsh, but calm. He hates it.

“You’re meant to be my reaper?” He asks, almost childishly.

Gallagher laughs, mean and quick, but almost sort of amused, friendly, shaking his head, “As much as I might like to be, nah. We’re the same, little birdie. Two steps from ceasing to exist.”

Sunday bows his head, but Gallagher finds him again, anyway, meeting his gaze.

“It was all for naught.” He breathes, and the elysium shivers, on the verge of collapse.

“Some things are.”

Gallagher's chestnut hair falls into his face, and he pushes it back idly. Sunday wants to bite him, to attack him. Sunday never wants to move again. He is at war with himself.

“How can you be so care-free? As if nothing matters?” It’s bitter- defeated. He is the bird that climbs high into the sky and plummets to the ground. He is watching as the forest floor gets ever-closer. He is watching himself fall.

“Because nothing matters, and ‘cus of that, everything matters. Even a fiction like me knows something as simple as that.”

“I hate you.” Sunday spits, vitriol spilling from him, righteous and hot, a strength of emotion he hasn’t felt in lifetimes, “I hate you.”

“That’s good, birdie.” And Gallagher cups his face, brushes away a lock of his hair, and Sunday, previously bereft of any will to move, snarls at him, baring his teeth, lunging forward. They struggle for a moment, but Gallagher is strangely weak, more man than beast, and he wrestles him to the ground with his hands around his throat.

Gallagher watches him, and then, tilting his head back, he laughs, soft and slow. Breathy as if he’s endlessly tired, deeply exhausted.

“That’s good.” He repeats, softly, “Hatred is good. Better than being empty. I think you’ve been empty for a long time.”

“You don’t know me.”

Gallagher raises an eyebrow, lifts his hands to rest on Sunday’s, still locked around his throat, but not applying any deadly pressure, and he squeezes, as a threat, but Gallagher doesn’t move to remove them.

“Don’t I?”

Sunday freezes, then, his eyes locked to Gallagher’s. He realizes he’s askew- his hair is falling into his eyes, his suit jacket is torn, his vest is broken, half open, held shut only by his wing.

He is not himself, and yet he’s also more honest than he’s ever been.

“You don’t.” It is almost a plea- almost a prayer.

“I told you. We’re alike, you and I.”

“You dog.” Gallagher just smiles.

“A dog, a bird- I wonder if, one day, we will be able to be ourselves rather than what people made of us. You might. If you manage to piece yourself together, turn back toward the living. It’s a bit late for me, I think.”

“If I will be forced,” and he grabs Gallagher’s wrist, one hand still on his neck, nearly bruising him, shock ripping across the man’s features, “-to live- who says that you can die here?”

“I’m no more than a memetic daydream, these days. I couldn’t escape this place even if I wanted to.”

“Then why would you force it upon me?”

Gallagher sighs, his lip twitching with frustration.

“You don’t get it, do you? I’ve made my peace- I’ve done all that I was meant to do. The memory of myself, the memetic concept of Gallagher- it can’t persist further.”

“So seperate yourself. Do you think the construct of Sunday can continue to exist after this? I am what I was made to be. When I leave this elysium, that man will not be allowed to exist further.”

“You’re not listening-”

“No.” And Sunday, fiercely, interlocks their hands, squeezes his fingers so hard it’s just shy of breaking them, digging his nails into his throat. He places Gallagher’s hand on his own neck, squeezes his own throat, “You’re not listening. I will not be forced to persist by a man who would not do the same. If you’re going to disappear, then leave me in peace so that I might do the same.”

Gallagher curses, almost like a dog’s bark, his expression pinched in irritation. He runs a thumb almost gently along Sunday’s trachea, presses his fingers into his thrashing pulse.

“Fuck you.” Gallagher hisses, “I’m done- I did what I-”

“And I’m not? What do I have left?”

“You have your sister- your people- those damn trailblazers-”

“They knew me the way the Family knew me. They knew a person I constructed. I am not that man.”

“Damnit. Damnit.”

“Come with me. Or leave me in peace.”

“You’re fucking insane.” Gallagher snaps, and then, pushing Sunday back, but interlocking the hands that had once been around Sunday’s own throat, rises to his feet, hauling him to his own by their joined hands, “Don’t make me regret this.”

“I think we’ve enough room for another regret, you and I.”

“Then don’t make me bear it alone. Understand?”

“Likewise.”

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i CANNOT stop spelling gallagher's name wrong but i fixed it 😮‍💨 sunday come home ur mans misses u

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Deadpool (Movieverse), Wolverine (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies)/Wade Wilson Characters: Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies), Wade Wilson, Blind Al (Deadpool), Yukio (Deadpool Movies), Dogpool | Mary Puppins (Deadpool Movies), Dopinder (Marvel) Additional Tags: Rough Sex, Honda Odyssey Fight Scene in Movie: Deadpool 3: Deadpool & Wolverine (2024), Nicepool's Honda Odyssey (Deadpool Movies), Movie: Deadpool 3: Deadpool & Wolverine (2024), Spoilers for Movie: Deadpool 3: Deadpool & Wolverine (2024), Top Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies), Logan | Worst Wolverine Is Bad at Feelings (Deadpool Movies), No Deadpool Thought Boxes, Wade Wilson has ADHD, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Character Study, Blow Jobs, POV Wade Wilson, POV Third Person Limited, biting kink, Pain Kink, Sadomasochist Wade Wilson, Sadomasochist Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies), The bullet scene, Fighting As Foreplay, Blood and Injury, Blood Kink, Fighting Kink, no beta we die like logan, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk Series: Part 1 of dying engine (poolverine/deadclaws) Summary:

At first, Wade is pretty sure it all starts with the bullet- the one Logan had held in his teeth and spit out like it was a prize. Or maybe it starts in the Honda Odyssey. Or maybe it had started way back with Logan's smile. That first sardonic one when they'd met. Or maybe it's the way Logan is always staring at him. Or maybe-

  "I think you're enjoying this too much." "Maybe you're not enjoying it enough." It’s more bite than kiss, more claim than caress, but it’s their mouths connecting all the same, and Wade gasps, hoarsely, as blood wells up from his lips and Logan tongues it away like it’s his god-given right. Oh, oh oh, oh- he’s crazy. He’s so crazy. Wade has never wanted anyone so badly in his entire life.

 Wade tries to figure out where whatever he has with Logan started. (And he's kind of hoping he never has to see how it ends.)

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hi! I was wondering if you could recommend WIP bloodweave fics that you’ve been following 😌 I love your bw fic btw!

hi!! ah thank you so much!

okay, here are a few things i'm subscribed to (and as always, terrible at comments, i need to get better, do as i say and not as i do, please comment on things if you read them!!)

Lookout, Kid by beyourlionheart; post-game kidfic!!!

A Future Unfathomable by CaptainNomad93; every post-game waterdeep fic is an instant read for me and this one is amazing.

beat slowly by zimiel; i love this canon AU twist of gale and astarion meeting before the nautiloid. astarion is so deliciously mean and perfectly in-character in this.

Circles by anarkissed and h4mpter; this is absolutely stunning, beautiful, incredible. gale is an artist in this and his POV is so deep and compelling.

Mosquito, Puddle, Pain and Torment (and Honey) by lavvyan; again, if it's a post-game waterdeep fic i am there, and this one is about them accumulating cats!!! it's probably embarrassing how many times i've reread these two chapters lol

that's all for now! there are more, but these are the ones i'm super invested in. there are a few others that have recently wrapped up that make me think i should just do another rec post soon; maybe when i'm back from montreal! for now, enjoy these and all the other delicious bloodweave fic that's getting posted right now. we really are eating so well for this pairing. 😌

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Thank you so much for recommending our fic!!!! this means so much to us!!! We're so so so glad you enjoy it!!! <3

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"Jing Yuan, please stop saying 'time for the master stroke' every time we sleep together. You're creating a pavlov response and now everytime we fight together, I can't focus."

"Is that so? In the middle of battle?"

"Don't even think about it."

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Galladay (Sunday x Gallagher HSR) fix-it mini-fic

V.2.2 SPOILERS!!

Teaser:

"That's good. Hatred is good. Better than being empty. I think you've been empty for a long time."

"You don't know me."

"Don't I? I told you, we're alike, you and I."

“You’re close to death, aren’t you?”

Sunday looks up, surprised, the watery tomb of his elysium flickering like static, as if rays of light distorted by choppy surf, displaced by darkening storm clouds.

It’s empty, save for him.

Gallagher.

“I don’t know.” He admits, simply, from where he’s sitting, left in a crumpled heap after his puppet strings (though whether he was holding them or wearing them is impossible to tell,) were so brutally and ruthlessly cut. He is at Gallagher’s feet until the man moves, crouching down to look into his eyes.

Sunday tries not to let him, to turn his head, but it’s as if Gallagher is everywhere he looks.

“Must be, if you’re seeing me.”

Sunday stares into his eyes- they’re harsh, but calm. He hates it.

“You’re meant to be my reaper?” He asks, almost childishly.

Gallagher laughs, mean and quick, but almost sort of amused, friendly, shaking his head, “As much as I might like to be, nah. We’re the same, little birdie. Two steps from ceasing to exist.”

Sunday bows his head, but Gallagher finds him again, anyway, meeting his gaze.

“It was all for naught.” He breathes, and the elysium shivers, on the verge of collapse.

“Some things are.”

Gallagher's chestnut hair falls into his face, and he pushes it back idly. Sunday wants to bite him, to attack him. Sunday never wants to move again. He is at war with himself.

“How can you be so care-free? As if nothing matters?” It’s bitter- defeated. He is the bird that climbs high into the sky and plummets to the ground. He is watching as the forest floor gets ever-closer. He is watching himself fall.

“Because nothing matters, and ‘cus of that, everything matters. Even a fiction like me knows something as simple as that.”

“I hate you.” Sunday spits, vitriol spilling from him, righteous and hot, a strength of emotion he hasn’t felt in lifetimes, “I hate you.”

“That’s good, birdie.” And Gallagher cups his face, brushes away a lock of his hair, and Sunday, previously bereft of any will to move, snarls at him, baring his teeth, lunging forward. They struggle for a moment, but Gallagher is strangely weak, more man than beast, and he wrestles him to the ground with his hands around his throat.

Gallagher watches him, and then, tilting his head back, he laughs, soft and slow. Breathy as if he’s endlessly tired, deeply exhausted.

“That’s good.” He repeats, softly, “Hatred is good. Better than being empty. I think you’ve been empty for a long time.”

“You don’t know me.”

Gallagher raises an eyebrow, lifts his hands to rest on Sunday’s, still locked around his throat, but not applying any deadly pressure, and he squeezes, as a threat, but Gallagher doesn’t move to remove them.

“Don’t I?”

Sunday freezes, then, his eyes locked to Gallagher’s. He realizes he’s askew- his hair is falling into his eyes, his suit jacket is torn, his vest is broken, half open, held shut only by his wing.

He is not himself, and yet he’s also more honest than he’s ever been.

“You don’t.” It is almost a plea- almost a prayer.

“I told you. We’re alike, you and I.”

“You dog.” Gallagher just smiles.

“A dog, a bird- I wonder if, one day, we will be able to be ourselves rather than what people made of us. You might. If you manage to piece yourself together, turn back toward the living. It’s a bit late for me, I think.”

“If I will be forced,” and he grabs Gallagher’s wrist, one hand still on his neck, nearly bruising him, shock ripping across the man’s features, “-to live- who says that you can die here?”

“I’m no more than a memetic daydream, these days. I couldn’t escape this place even if I wanted to.”

“Then why would you force it upon me?”

Gallagher sighs, his lip twitching with frustration.

“You don’t get it, do you? I’ve made my peace- I’ve done all that I was meant to do. The memory of myself, the memetic concept of Gallagher- it can’t persist further.”

“So seperate yourself. Do you think the construct of Sunday can continue to exist after this? I am what I was made to be. When I leave this elysium, that man will not be allowed to exist further.”

“You’re not listening-”

“No.” And Sunday, fiercely, interlocks their hands, squeezes his fingers so hard it’s just shy of breaking them, digging his nails into his throat. He places Gallagher’s hand on his own neck, squeezes his own throat, “You’re not listening. I will not be forced to persist by a man who would not do the same. If you’re going to disappear, then leave me in peace so that I might do the same.”

Gallagher curses, almost like a dog’s bark, his expression pinched in irritation. He runs a thumb almost gently along Sunday’s trachea, presses his fingers into his thrashing pulse.

“Fuck you.” Gallagher hisses, “I’m done- I did what I-”

“And I’m not? What do I have left?”

“You have your sister- your people- those damn trailblazers-”

“They knew me the way the Family knew me. They knew a person I constructed. I am not that man.”

“Damnit. Damnit.”

“Come with me. Or leave me in peace.”

“You’re fucking insane.” Gallagher snaps, and then, pushing Sunday back, but interlocking the hands that had once been around Sunday’s own throat, rises to his feet, hauling him to his own by their joined hands, “Don’t make me regret this.”

“I think we’ve enough room for another regret, you and I.”

“Then don’t make me bear it alone. Understand?”

“Likewise.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Argenti/Boothill (Honkai: Star Rail) Characters: Argenti (Honkai: Star Rail), Boothill (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail) Additional Tags: Wire Play, Frottage, Boothill Can't Swear (Honkai: Star Rail), Boothill Has No Genitals (Honkai: Star Rail), Cyborg smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Version 2.2 Spoilers (Honkai: Star Rail), Fluff and Smut, Discussion of Violence, Aftercare, Oral Sex, of a sort, Hand Jobs, Innapropriate Use of Wires, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, But it's not that rough, Body Worship, Angst with a Happy Ending Series: Part 2 of la fleur (Argenthill HSR) Summary:

“I’m a killer,” Boothill counters, “I’m cut-throat and mean and I make enemies everywhere I go-”

  “And I love every part of you.”

  "You don't have to do this."

 "I know. Is the choice to do so anyway not one of the most beautiful parts of love?" - "You're so pretty. Look at the way you respond to me."

  "I wanna see."

 Boothill strips himself of his armor- physically and mentally, leaving himself bare to Argenti's attentions. - and there's a mirror over the bed.

Chinese Translation! <3

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Argenti/Boothill (Honkai: Star Rail) Characters: Boothill (Honkai: Star Rail), Argenti (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail) Additional Tags: Cyborg smut, Wire Play, Written Before Boothill Release (Honkai: Star Rail), Boothill Can't Swear (Honkai: Star Rail), Boothill Has No Genitals (Honkai: Star Rail), Fluff and Smut, Inappropriate Use of a Fuel Inlet, Innapropriate Use of a USB Port, Fingering, Though not of a Traditional Sort, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Porn with Feelings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, mostly - Freeform, Aftercare, of a sort Series: Part 1 of la fleur (Argenthill HSR) Summary:

"I see you looking, and I don’t mind, trust, but I’ll be transparent and say I don’t have the parts you’re looking for.” Argenti’s eyebrow raises, and then he shrugs, “I don’t mind either way.” “Ah-” He laughs, helplessly, “No, uh. I don’t have anything at all. I can only feel on my face or in my internal circuitry to sense damage, so any extra parts were sorta unnecessary.”

  “No, no. I’m… interested, I think. I just don’t know how interested I can get, if you catch my meaning.” “We could find out.”

  "Sure. Reckon it can't hurt."

  “I feel it.” “Good. Let yourself feel it.” “Can’t believe it,” he whispers, “Can’t believe you. Heaven.”

 Boothill doesn't have any sexual parts, for he doesnt have the ability to feel on most of his body, but naturally, Argenti finds a way.