Some days, if I’m feeling a very particular flavor of nostalgia, I go way, way back and read the secret otp. That one fic that maybe every fandom has, that is definitely not the thing you shipped, but it’s otp adjacent, and therefore it hurts in a special kind of way, but the secret otp was also so raw and unexpected and beautiful and god.
I saved that fic before the purges claimed it, and I’m not sure it even exists on the internet anymore, and I’m pretty sure its author either dropped out of fandom altogether or maybe is somewhere here amongst us in another form. Maybe I’m one of a very tiny few who was blown away by it and adored it and still remembers it. I hope that writer went onto great things. And if not, well. Thanks from 25+ years in the future for this very specific feel.




















