#(the shovel talk from sasha would be delightful too)

[eldritch-something-or-other]

I forgot to post this when i originally made it, but here is my

TF2 Monster AU

I'll start with the monster each merc is

Scout: Werewolf While yes, the traditional werewolf (ie. painful transformation, big hulking beast, fear n' guilt, lack of control, etc etc) sounds nothing like scout, this is not exactly traditional him becoming a werewolf was either a complete accident on both their parts (both him and the original werewolf) or unintentional on the werewolf's part He was originally hyped to find out what his wolf form would be, assuming it to be, y'know, big and scary and cool, but was immensely disappointed when it turned out to be a grey hound He still tries to hype it up as much as possible without actually revealing it to the person he's talking to He gets zoomies, both because Dog and Scout

Soldier: Zombie He survived many, usually fatal, injuries. (including but not limited to: getting brain bashed, being gutted, getting shot twice, etc etc) Unfortunately, he was unlucky enough to have a loose wood chip shoot directly into his brain stem, killing him instantly. But before that, he spent at least two hours yelling about war and patriotism and all the likes. Those being his last words, they are the only thing he remembered after death. For a long while, he lived with Merasmus, the local and evil wizard. That is, until Miss Pauling got him to join the the Mannor, to the delight of Merasmus That shovel is the same shovel he was buried with, he likes reminding people of this fact

Engineer: Cyborg Done himself, the mechanisms are just a step up from the Gunslinger Not only is the Fortress giant and haunted, it's rather technologically advanced, thanks to Engie He's probably the second closest to Miss Pauling There's not much I can say about him, as he's mostly the same as he is normally

Spy: Vampire He's got the melodramatics for it, it's even part of the reason he became a spy; there's a lot of information you can collect and use when you live for forever He had fallen for Scout's Ma, but left before he was born, both to save himself the misery of having to endure her inevitable human death and also so he wouldn't be around to possibly learn vampirism is genetic. as it turns out; it isn't, and Scout's Ma isn't even dead; she's just old. So he left for practically no reason; which is partly why he wants to keep the fact he is Scout's bio dad away from Scout himself His bat form is a Mediterranean Horseshoe Bat. He hates it <3

Medic: Frankenstein-esc Monster He used to be human, but he decided to try some experiments of his on myself instead. The tests have had varying success He added the extra arms for practical reasons; you can get twice the work done with twice the working arms He's awfully glad to now have his own little lab, with little to no interruptions, and no objections

Sniper: Ghost He was a hunter, lookin' for rare animals and killing the common ones for meat. Unfortunately, it seems some other hunter needed meat too Even in life, he wasn't one for talkin' to people. He took much more of a liking to animals, though, he wasn't exactly squeamish about eating meat, either. His death only happened by being at the same place as another hunter, both there for a particularly rare and exotic animal, though the other seemed more keen on taking the things life, rather than it's picture. They got into a bit of a squabble, and worse comes to worse the guy turned out to be a shapeshifter, and in to a gun, shooting Sniper in the head He spent most of the time between then and when he started living with the mercs just wandering the world; it being much easier to see the sights of the world when the sights of the world can't see you

Heavy: Werebear He's one of the three (The other two being Demo and Pauling) who have never been human. He's essentially the same as he is in the comics, protective of his family, protective of his sasha, protective of his doktor, the main difference being that here he can turn into a kickass polar bear.

Demoman: Selkie He's a man, sometimes seal, who enjoys the earthly desires of the world; alcohol, people, parties, explosives, y'know. but his mother, usually a seal, thinks he should be a more traditional selkie; seducing unsatisfied women, sitting naked on the rocks, y'know. He isn't too keen on that life, however Miss Pauling: Demon An Imp, to be specific. Unfortunately one of the only ones to take her job seriously She worked to get each of the mercs to live in the house, along with her, the Admin, and the Mann brothers' ghosts She managed to get half of them into contracts, save for the ones who joined willingly, saying they've got to stay. Why exactly did she gather the mercs? Well, she doesn't quite know. Or maybe she does, and the reason is just classified. Either way the only answer she'll give is that the Admin had told her to.

Pyro: Human(?) There's no evidence to prove it, but there's no evidence to disprove it, either. Their obsession with fire and all thing childish could be human, but it sure wouldn't be typical. The others have come up with a plethora of theories, but they refuse to say anything on the matter. Though, they don't say much on any matter, really. plus some general facts

They all live in this big, strange, and haunted house, called by the group either The Mannor or The Fortress

The Mannor is haunted by the Mann brothers, obviously, but they aren't nearly the strangest thing about the house

The Fortress is very big and very tall, and at the top lives the Administrator, whom next to no one has seen, let alone talked to

Pretty much only Miss Pauling has even talked to or even seen her more than once

Merasmus lives a short walk away from the Fortress

The Fortress has made each merc their own personal room and area

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 pyro #i also had a whole thing about how saxton hale was a shape shifter who need to kill somethin in order to become it #which is why he hunts endangered animals #and like the fortress has like so much hidden even from the mann brothers #nd like much much more but it took all day to write the mercs plus pauling ALONE #so ill just end it at that #also know that i have several more aus in the works so dont assume thisll be the only one #oh yeah also #tf2 monster au #OH YEAH i also came up with the idea that grey mann is a changeling #like traditional 'child replacement' changeling #do with that what you will #i was gonna draw sollys shovel with more dirt but i forgot unfortunately #anyway hope yall enjoy #gore #body horror #just in case #my art

[allthingspieandhockey]

Skating Skates - 2020 Part 8

The next installment for THIS FIC - it won’t make any sense unless you’re read the first 9k. And I’ll update AO3 when this chapter is properly finished (i.e. Part 8 and 9 together).

2020 Part 8

           The group chat blows up of course, and he sends them a quick message simply saying it was time. He doesn’t need all of their nosey beaks poking around, or worse cock-blocking him by turning up on his door; he takes the time to give Shitty a quick call to head that off. He turns his phone back onto silent and ignores it. His parents arrive on Saturday in time for brunch and he’s glad for their presence, keeping him occupied and distracted. While they’re out a few people approach to ask for autographs, usually from both him and his dad, but it’s not as bad as he thought it might be. At least people are still wanting his autograph. He guesses that people probably won’t walk up and say shit to his face, especially when he’s with his family.

         They get supplies from the store to make dinner and he tries to not think about how quiet it’s going to be when they all leave tomorrow. Instead he tries to stay present, lets his mom take photos of him and Annelise preparing dinner and posts them on her Instagram. His dad puts the Sven antlers on and chases Annelise around pretending to be a bull despite her screeching that reindeer don’t chase people. His mom takes over the cooking and his dad joins her and he watches them move together with the practice of years.

         Dinner is delicious and he wishes his parents lived closer, because it’s definitely a meal that his trainer would approve of, but he can ever seem to make anything taste this good. He remembers the pie and pulls it out, smiles at the memory of Eric’s horrified look when he’d gone to put the fruit pie in the fridge last night. Sacrilege apparently. He serves it up, allowing himself a small sliver, while he gives everyone else decent sized wedges along with the last of the ice-cream in his freezer.

         “Mmm, this pie is wonderful! Where did you buy it?”

         “Ah, my um… neighbor made it.”

         “Mr Eric! He lives with Uncle Lexi!”

         Jack scrunches up his face, because of course he can’t be subtle or keep something from his parents when Annelise just blurts stuff out like that. His dad is looking a bit confused, but his mother says something under her breath in French which he doesn’t quite catch and then his expression changes to one of comprehension and Jack would be annoyed if he didn’t also realize they have his best interests at heart. There’s no pressure, none that he hasn’t put on himself already anyway. His mom doesn’t say anything more about the pie but he knows that she might have an idea exactly who Eric is.

         He says goodbye to Annelise on Sunday, touched that she cries, arms wrapped tightly around his neck that his heart breaks a little, and he looks at his parents and almost feels like he could burst into tears as well. He doesn’t though, lets his dad hug him and tell him he’s proud of him; no matter how many times he hears him say it he still struggles to believe it. His mom cups his jaw and thanks him for the cards and he hugs her tightly, tells her he will miss her and then he’s alone, watching their hire car drive away to the airport.

         Knowing he will likely struggle to sleep if he doesn’t get a proper workout he packs his bag and heads to the rink. It’s off season, they’ve got the loosest of schedules before training camp, and the gym is empty. He puts an audio book on and just starts working out, wanting to distract his mind and tire out his body. Tater joins him after an about an hour and he just reaches out to bump fists as he walks past to the elliptical and he lets himself enjoy the fact that he’s not alone for right now. Of course Tater follows him when he’s done and he wouldn’t put it past Tater to have gone looking for him and known he was here.

         “You okay? Quiet yes?”

         “Yeah… too quiet.”

         “Come eat with us tonight.”

         “Yeah, okay.”

         Later, when he’s halfway up the stairs to Tater’s his apartment he realizes exactly who the ‘us’ is and his steps falter a little, because he hadn’t forgotten, but he had been preoccupied with other things. He knocks on the door and waits, hopes that Tater answers. He does and Jack follows him through to the kitchen and Eric is cooking, moving his body to the music coming through the speakers; he feels his lips twitch to a smile.

         “Thanks for inviting me. Uh… will there be enough?”

         “Oh honey, we were already planning on making you a plate. Sasha was pretty insistent. And I’m used to cooking for appetites…” The smile he gives Jack has his stomach swooping pleasantly and he knows logically that it’s just Eric’s upbringing that has endearments tripping off his tongue, but he likes it. A lot.

         They eat at the table, the conversation flowing easily. Jack keeps his legs tucked under his chair, glad that Tater and Eric both seem happy to carry the conversation for now. He learns that Eric’s coach has also moved to Providence and it was somehow a joint decision. Eric intends to retire after the next winter Olympics, but that is still two years away and he has to qualify, and both Jack and Tater make scoffing sounds, as if the thought of him not qualifying is ridiculous and Eric looks quietly amused. They talk about hockey, and he finds himself slowly relaxing as he finds Eric knows quite a lot about hockey as well.

         “I played non-contact in high-school before I quit to focus just on figure skating. Every moment on the ice possible you know?”

         Jack does know, that pull that sometimes aches inside when he hasn’t felt ice under his feet for a few days. He says as much and both Tater and Eric nod, agreeing and he smiles, because he’s never voiced that out loud before and now that he has and to have them express the same sentiment makes him feel understood, in a way he hasn’t really felt since he was at Samwell.

         Conversation ebbs and flows easier after that, Jack talks about his friends and learns about Eric’s family and friends. Tater interjects with funny stories of both of them occasionally and it’s obvious that while Tater and Eric may have just met, that they’ve at least known each other through mutual friends for a while. Jack agrees to a small amount of pie and helps clear the dishes before settling himself on the sofa.

         “I very tired. Go to bed now…” Tater says, stretching his arms in what is very clearly a fake yawn and Jack resists the urge to face palm on his behalf. Eric looks like he’s holding back a laugh himself, his head shake and eye roll enough to make Jack grin rather than be annoyed.

         “He’s not subtle…” Jack says, jerking his head in the direction Tater has gone.

         “He really isn’t. He has a heart of gold though and he cares about you a lot. He’s already given me the shovel talk…In English and in Russian.”

         Jack groans, rubbing his face with a hand, but Eric is laughing, no, giggling and Jack looks at him and knows he’s not imagining the touch of heat in Eric’s eyes.

         “Did you want more company tonight though?”

         Jack sucks in a deep breath, already shaking his head as he lets it out slowly.

         “Uh, I… really want to say yes, but, eh, just let me get through the press conference tomorrow and then… Tomorrow night maybe?”

         “You don’t waste time do you?”

         “Not when I want something,” Jack says, and then he flushes, realizing how that sounds exactly, and it’s not how he meant it at all. Except Eric is looking delighted. “You just asked me right now,” Jack sputters and it just makes Eric laugh, and he loves the sound of it.

         “Well, I don’t waste time either. I’ll see you tomorrow night I guess?”

         “Yeah. Dinner?”

           “Definitely.”

#Zimbits #Skating Skates AU #fanfic #zimbits fanfic

[pickalilywrites]

Hello! I really like reading your fics, I love them. I would like you to write a fanfic on Connie/Sasha\Nikolo.Yes, a strange request, but I want to read it in your beautiful performance. Thank you!

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The Sasha Braus Fan Club

Sasha Braus. Connie Springer. Nikolo. Canonverse.

1993 words. 

He stares too much. He knows that, and yet he cannot tear his eyes away from the girl who sits a few tables away, munching on the meal that he had cooked, her mouth wide open.

At first, he stared because he couldn’t believe anyone could ever eat the way Sasha does – shoveling everything into her mouth as soon as her plate was filled – but he discovers that she’s far more interesting than what he had initially thought. While it’s true that she’s not the most graceful eater he’s seen, she’s not actually messy. There is something so delicate in the way she licks her fingers, making sure that not a crumb escapes her mouth. After careful observation, he’s noticed that she never drops even a speck of her food. She licks her plate clean after every meal, and he’s pretty sure that the words “I’m full” are not a part of her vocabulary. It’s mesmerizing, watching her eat, and he finds himself entranced with her every time they sit down for a meal.

So he spends too much time staring at her out of the corner of his eye, hoping that no one will notice that this Marleyan soldier has become so entranced by this Eldian girl. He can only hope that he’s being discreet, but it seems he’s not discreet enough.

An arm wraps around him, and Nikolo is startled to find the soldier with the close-shaven hair right next to him, the one that is nearly always by Sasha’s side.

“You’ve been watching her for quite some time, haven’t you?” the soldier – Connie, Nikolo remembers - says. He watches Nikolo’s face closely, frowning at him. “What is it about her that fascinates you so much that you can’t take your eyes off of her?”

Nikolo can feel his face burn red as he stammers out a pathetic denial of such a thing ever happening. “What do you mean? Staring? I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Nikolo says, stumbling over his words. “I wouldn’t even look at her even if you paid me!” He makes the mistake of pointing at Sasha off in the distance and Connie raises an eyebrow.

“I didn’t say a name,” he points out. “How’d you know I was talking about Sasha?”

The two stare at each other in for a while, Nikolo’s blush growing stronger as the grin across Connie’s face spreads, until Nikolo finally breaks.

“I just like the way she eats, alright?” Nikolo mutters. It sounds silly when he says it out loud, but he may as well admit everything now after being caught. He gets ready to be laughed at, but Connie doesn’t even let out a single chuckle.

Instead, Connie walks around the table and pulls out the seat across from Nikolo. Hunching over with his fingers in a steeple, he looks at Nikolo quite seriously and says, “She’s cute when she eats, isn’t she?” Connie asks. He looks around as if someone will overhear their conversation. Leaning closer, Connie says, “Isn’t the way she cleans off her plate adorable? I’m always afraid she’ll spill something because she tips her bowls and plates to her lips too quickly, but she never does. It’s pretty amazing.”

“Yeah, it is…,” Nikolo agrees. It’s strange to be talking about such things with someone like Connie. He had always thought that he would be forced to live on this island as a prisoner, but here he is cooking them dinners and bonding over a girl with someone he had once considered an enemy. How strange.

Connie taps the table in front of Nikolo. Sitting up now, he asks, “What else?”

Blinking, Nikolo repeats, “What else?”

“Yeah,” Connie nods. He jerks his thumb back at Sasha, who is too busy eating to notice anything at all, but Nikolo cringes at how obvious the gesture is to anyone else who might be paying attention. “What else do you like about her?”

Well, a lot of things, but he’ll never tell Connie or anyone else. He’s already said too much just now. To admit that he’s grown affectionate towards an Eldian of Paradis? That’s beneath him, and yet he can’t help but feel his gaze drift towards her yet again and stare at her smiling mouth as she takes another bite of the meal that she finds delicious. He’s pathetic.

Connie’s loud sigh startles Nikolo and the soldier looks disappointed in the answer. Sitting back, Connie frowns before asking, “Do you like her smile?”

“Her what?”

“Her smile,” Connie says. He flashes a smile at Nikolo himself, but it lacks any charm that Sasha’s has. He has far too many teeth and his mouth stretches too widely, but it would be rude for Nikolo to point that out.

“Sure, it’s fine, I suppose,” Nikolo mumbles, but he knows his blush is going to betray him. The truth is that he thinks her smile is magnificent. It’s like the brilliant burst of the sun when it’s at its highest peak, and he’s delighted when he’s the cause of it even if he’s never the direct cause. He’s always proud of his dishes, but he’s especially proud whenever Sasha sings praises of his culinary genius and flashes that smile of hers at him. He can’t say that out loud, of course, so his reluctant reply is the only agreement that Connie will ever get.

And it must seem good enough for Connie because the soldier begins to nod again, letting Nikolo know that this is an appropriate answer. “It’s cute, right? She’s always cute though,” Connie sighs. Picking at his food, he finally spears a chunk of meat with his fork before shoving it into his mouth. Like Sasha, he also chews with his mouth open, but he doesn’t look nearly as endearing. “And you’ve seen her hair, haven’t you? She always ties it up, but you know it’s magnificent without seeing it down. I’ve seen it down, of course, but it doesn’t matter whether it’s up or down. She looks great either way.”

For a second, Nikolo feels jealous. It’s only then that he remembers that Connie and Sasha are incredibly close – practically inseparable– and that Connie knows things about Sasha that Nikolo doesn’t. But it’s strange too. If it were Nikolo in Connie’s place, he’d hoard all his knowledge about Sasha, keeping it all to himself. Connie doesn’t seem to feel the same way though. It’s as if he’s eager to share every little detail about his friend, to bask in her beauty and goodness with everyone he can. Nikolo is fortunate to be the chosen one today.

Connie raises an eyebrow when Nikolo doesn’t respond. “Do you not think so?”

“No, no,” Nikolo says hurriedly. He might as well just start telling the truth now. He’s always been a terrible liar after all, and it doesn’t hurt to confess his true thoughts about Sasha Braus. Besides, Connie doesn’t seem the type to spread this around just for fun. “I just…I was wondering, ah, what she looks like with her hair down.”

Connie stares back at Nikolo for a while, holding his breath until he lets it all out in one big sigh. “She looks,” Connie says to Nikolo, “like a fucking goddess.”

It’s not much of a description, but it’s enough. Nikolo can just imagine Sasha’s thick, brown locks falling over her shoulders after letting her hair down. He’s never been close enough to touch it, but it always looks so soft spilling out of her full ponytail. He’s sure that when she lets it down, it falls perfectly around her face and curling a bit around the curve of her cheek. He’s seen it in the sun too, watching her run out on the sands of the beach as she threw her head back laughing. There are brilliant streaks of auburn in her hair when the lights hit it just right. He’s never seen anything quite like that on anyone in Liberio or just anyone at all. Fucking goddess, huh? He doesn’t have to see it to believe it.

But he can’t be satisfied with just that. It makes him want to know more about Sasha – what she’s like when she’s playing one of her infamous pranks, what she’s like when she’s hunting game, what it’s like to be with her on those unnecessary robbing sprees she goes on for extra food – and he thinks Connie is the guy who’s willing to tell him everything.

Licking his lips nervously, Nikolo asks, “What else?”

Now it’s Connie echoing words. Tilting his head, he looks at Nikolo with an amused expression. “What else?”

“I, yeah,” Nikolo stammers. He decides he won’t be shy about this anymore. Why should he when Connie seems so open about his feelings towards Sasha? It only makes sense that he does the same. “What else is there about Sasha that you know? That you…like?”

That wide grin returns to Connie’s face. “My friend, I thought you’d never ask.”

So he tells Nikolo everything he had ever wanted to know and more. He tells Nikolo about the first time he had met Sasha, when she had earned the infamous nickname “Potato Girl” during the first day of their military training, and the crazy shenanigans they would get tangled up in as trainees. He tells Nikolo about what Sasha’s village is like, what kind of person her father is, and the type of game Sasha likes to hunt. Nikolo discovers favorite food, her least favorite chores, and the many hidden talents she possesses (including, but not limited to: whistling, bartering at food stalls, and being able to spell things backward without thinking). He learns about everything there is to know about the girl he’s been watching, and every story makes her fall more and more in love with her. And he can tell that Connie loves her as well by the way his eyes light up as he talks about her and how delicately he holds her name in his mouth. Nikolo understands though. After watching her for so long and hearing all these stories about her, how can one not fall in love with a person like Sasha Braus?

Arms wrap around Connie and it’s only then that Nikolo looks up, noticing that Sasha has joined them. Although he’s promised himself to be more honest with his feelings towards her, he can feel his face flush in embarrassment again and he readies himself to deny everything.

“Hey, guys,” Sasha says, that brilliant smile on her face. She takes a seat next to Connie, eyeing his food with a look that tells Nikolo that she’s only come to join them so she can find a chance to steal Connie’s food from right under his nose. “Whatcha talking about?”

That’s when Nikolo opens his mouth, about to tell Sasha that they’re doing nothing at all. They’re talking about something mundane – the weather, rocks, that cloud that looked like a rabbit early this morning – but Connie answers first.

“You,” he tells Sasha quite seriously. “We were talking about you and how amazing you are.”

Nikolo can only gape at Connie, wondering how he can say something like that without feeling ashamed, but Sasha’s attention is finally captured and she turns to look at Connie.

“Is that true?” she laughs, and she smiles even harder when Connie nods. “You guys are the sweetest.”

She takes Connie’s face in her hands and presses a swift kiss on his forehead before pressing two fingers to her lips and touching them to Nikolo’s temple. Is he jealous that Connie had the honor of those two lips on his skin? Yes, but he finds the gesture he receives – those two fingers touched to the side of his head – to be so sweet and endearing that the feelings don’t stay for long.

Perhaps if he’s more honest next time, he’ll have the pleasure of feeling those two lips against his. Next time.

#springles #sasha braus #nikolo #connie springer #nikosasha #nikospringles #i guess??? #canonverse #snk #requests #asks #anon #anonymous #answered #just some guys talking about how much they love their gal #the wholesome content this fandom deserves