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thisismeracing · 8 months

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mick + memories + angst. (i'm in the mood to cry over him right now) AND ANYWAY CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K HONEYYY TOTALLY DESERVED!!!<33

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⸺ star-crossed lovers. ✓ mentions of pregnancy.

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When Mick showed up at Yn's family's doorstep on Thanksgiving after three years apart, he had hoped that by seeing his face she would be reminded that maybe it wasn't over. That there was some kind of hope because sure thing there was still love.

He hugged those who used to be his in-laws, her mother complaining about how quiet he went after the breakup, how much they missed him, and her dad telling him that secretly he still watched all his races. For a second, it felt as if nothing had changed, as if things could fit back together into the old picture it was, except they couldn't, and Mick was reminded of it the second Yn showed up in the living room.

One exchanged look and all the memories passed in front of them like a movie. Yn's yellow sundress fitting perfectly on her pregnant belly, her skin glowing, her hair shorter than when they used to date, her nails still painted neon colors, and the small pendant he gave her still there, except it didn't rest close to her heart on a chain anymore, but on a small bracelet almost hidden along random ones she used to collect from travels, it was also dimmed by the diamond ring on her finger. It had everything to be his favorite view, his favorite movie, maybe in another dimension he could pretend they were together, that she was pregnant with his kid, that she still wore his pendant on a neckless, that her neon nails would scratch his head by the end of the day.

"H-hi, Mick," she smiled. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone soft, her curious gaze drinking every inch of him.

"Hey," he got up from the couch, his heart hammering on his chest.

Yn's parents found an excuse and left the room giving them their so much-needed space.

"I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited, but I- do you remember the peach tree we planted together back on my family's ranch?" he asked, and Yn nodded, though Mick was looking through the windows. "Last week it finally grew its first peach, and I was reminded of you, of us- I couldn't fight it in, couldn't stay away."

She took a small step towards him, but Mick shook his head. "Never mind, I'm sorry. I'll-" he wanted to state he would find someone like her, but Mick would be lying if he said it out loud because deep down he knew he would never find someone like her, just like Yn knew she would never find someone like him.

They were star-crossed lovers.

"I wish nothing but the best for you, Schatzi," he whispered watching her hands caress her mid-pregnancy belly.

Yn sniffed, letting tears cascade her face rolling down like dominoes and taking away the dust from the memories she buried deep in her heart, "I wish you the same, Micky." She wanted to add that she wished it was with him, that she wished life had been fair with them, that in another life she would be his girl. His treasure, and only his.

"Don't forget me," he begged, and though he felt like a selfish wish, Mick wanted to be reminded, especially because he would never forget.

The front door opened and her husband walked inside with her brother who ran to Mick telling him how much he missed the German around.

"Babe, we drove hours, but I found your craving," Ian, the husband, held a plastic bag in front of Yn with a proud smile on his face.

Mick watched the scene unfold. Watched her smile brightly at him, watched her give him the kind of hug he would receive a couple years back. Watched her silently love him almost like he once was loved. "Thank you," Yn whispered, planting a kiss in the corner of Ian's lips.

When they turned to Mick and her brother, Yn smiled. "I'll remember." It was her answer, her promise. She would love others, and she would live a happy life, but she would never forget him.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: It's not even THAT sad, but I'm on my period so I almost cried writing it LOL anyways, clearly wrote it while listening to Someone Like You by Adele. Also, it felt more like fluff than angsty, and for that I am sorry! But I hope you like itttt <3 thanks for the request and endless support *mwah*

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ailendolin · 1 year

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Title: The Greatest Gift [AO3]

Characters: Ho-Tan/Vex, the Youngers

Summary: Vex and the Youngers have a surprise for Ho-Tan.

A/N 1: This is for my very dear friend @iris-in-the-rain who surprised me with such a lovely gift this week that a simple, "Thank you," didn't seem adequate. I hope this little story will make you as happy as little felt Gabriel and Ian made me! 💙

A/N 2: An explanation for the Youngers' names can be found here.

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The Greatest Gift

“No peeking, Mum!”

“I’m not!” Ho-Tan laughed as Alvin and the other Youngers pulled her down the hallway. “What is going on?”

Behind her, Vex chuckled. “Patience, love. You’ll find out in a minute.”

Even with her eyes tightly closed, Ho-Tan could tell they were headed for the garden. The Elders’ Chamber was more familiar to her than any other place in all the realms and she didn’t need to be able to see to know where she was. But when the Youngers steered her towards a corner of the garden that was infamously known as The Patch, her steps faltered. The area was full of wild, thorny bushes and weeds that lashed out – literally – if one got too close to them. Nothing else grew there and the children had always been expressly forbidden to go near it. Ho-Tan had had more than enough nightmares over the years of one of them toddling into The Patch and ending up getting hurt – or worse. The last thing she needed was for those dreams to turn real.

“Are we going where I think we’re going?” she asked nervously.

She felt Vex step up behind her – a calm and reassuring presence. “It’s all right. Trust me.”

She did, with her whole heart, but that didn’t stop her knees from trembling when she stepped forward again. Luckily, after only a few more steps, Irk declared loudly, “We’re here! You can open your eyes now, Mum!”

Ho-Tan did not know what she expected to see when she followed his excited command – perhaps a new fence around The Patch since the last one had been assimilated by the weeds and bushes earlier this year in spring? It certainly wasn’t the sight of a young apple tree surrounded by a sea of flowers in all the colours of the rainbow.

Her mouth fell open.

“Surprise!” the Youngers shouted with matching grins on their faces.

“Do you like it?” Sepal asked eagerly.

“I picked the flowers!” Irk said, nearly bouncing with excitement.

“The apple tree was my idea,” Alvin told her with a shy smile.

“Uncle Vex got rid of the nasty bushes for us,” Barry said.

“And he helped us make the flowerbed,” Daisy added happily.

“We planted all your favourites!” Teddy piped up.

Ho-Tan blinked against the sudden stinging in her eyes.

“But ... why? Today’s not my Name Day,” she stammered out as her gaze roamed over the flowers. It was obvious the Youngers had put a lot of thought into planting them, arranging them so every single one of them could shine. They had turned this dangerous corner of their garden into a place of colour and light where one could sit in the sun and listen to the birds sing, and they’d done it just for her. The thought took her breath away.

A small pair of hands gently clasped hers and Ho-Tan tore her eyes away from the apple blossoms dancing in the breeze to look down at her son.

“Remember the last time you went shopping with Edith?” Alvin asked quietly. “You got each of us a little gift, and something for dad too. But you didn’t get anything for yourself. You never do, so we thought we’d make something for you instead.”

The Youngers nodded.

“Do you like it?” Irk asked. He gazed up at her with such big, hopeful eyes – they all did – that Ho-Tan felt her heart swell with more love and gratitude than she knew how to put into words.

“Oh, of course I do!” she said and fell to her knees to gather them all up in her arms. “How could I not? You planted a garden with all my favourite flowers from the twelve realms for me!”

“There’s one from Debbie’s world too,” Vex said softly.

Ho-Tan’s eyes roamed over the flowerbed and – yes, there they were, right at the base of the apple tree: forget-me-nots. She turned to Vex and beamed. “Like the ones from Debbie’s garden!”

“Exactly like the ones from her garden,” Vex said with a smile. “Debbie was kind enough to give us some of hers.”

Ho-Tan had no idea how he’d managed to pull all this off without her noticing anything, let alone how the children had managed to keep it a secret for so long. She had so many questions but in that moment, something else was more important. She reached for Vex and pulled him into the group hug.

“You are the best family in all the realms,” she whispered fiercely. “I love you all so much.”

For a heartbeat or two, Ho-Tan basked in the chorus of, “We love you, too,” before she pulled back and wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

“Now,” she said with a trembling smile, her voice a little rougher than it normally was. “How about we have a little picnic out here and you tell me how you managed to do all this?”

The Youngers grinned and nodded with excitement.

“I’ll go get the blanket!” Irk announced and was on his feet before anyone could stop him.

“And I’ll get the cake,” Sepal said, racing after him.

Ho-Tan shared an amused look with Vex. How Sepal even knew she’d made a cake this morning was beyond her. He seemed to have sixth sense when it came to sniffing out baked goods, just like his father.

“Can we have ice cream too?” little Teddy asked. Barry and Daisy gasped and looked her expectedly.

“Of course,” Ho-Tan laughed. “Anything you want.”

“Yes!” Barry exclaimed, grabbed Daisy’s hand – the one that wasn’t holding Teddy – and ran off towards the Chamber with the two of them in tow.

Ho-Tan smiled down at her eldest son. “You know, I think there’s still some of those cookies left you like so much.”

To her surprise, Alvin shook his head and pulled her to the left side of the apple tree. “Maybe later. I want to show you something first.”

He pointed at a tiny thing hanging from one of the branches and barely visible among the young green leaves and delicate blossoms. Ho-Tan’s eyes widened. “Is that–?”

Alvin grinned and nodded. “A butterfly, yes! Dad and I discovered it this morning.”

“I reckon it’ll hatch in a couple of days,” Vex added with a smile.

“Maybe it’ll be blue like your favourite hairclip!” Alvin said, his eyes shining with excitement.

Ho-Tan pulled him against her side and pressed a kiss against his hair. “Or yellow like yours.”

“Or white like Dad’s hair,” Alvin snickered.

“Oi!” Vex laughed in mock offence. “Go get your cookies and see what your brothers are up to, you cheeky cricket.”

Alvin grinned at the old familiar nickname and stuck out his tongue at him before he gave Ho-Tan another hug and skipped back towards the house.

“I can’t believe you did all of this for me,” Ho-Tan said in wonder as she took in the flowerbed and apple tree once more.

“Why wouldn’t we?” Vex asked softly. “We love you.”

Such a simple explanation, and yet so profound. Vex and the Youngers’ love for her was one of the few things she had never doubted in her life. How could she have when it was everywhere she looked? In the crinkles around Vex’s eyes, the drawings that hung on the walls in her room, the blue butterfly in her hair, the smiles on her children’s faces, and now the flowers and apple tree in their garden, too.

No matter what shape it took, their love was and always would be the greatest gift of all.

“I know,” Ho-Tan smiled and reached for the hand that had held her for so long. “And I love you.”

#scribe elder ho tan #wise elder vex #the elders' youngers #vextan #yonderland #my fic

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gardenerian · 1 year

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Good morning my lovely mel! Here with my monthly question, again I thought pretty hard about this one and I’ve been seeing so much about Ian and Mickeys wedding recently sooooo my question:

Do you think speeches were given at the Gallavich wedding? Lip was the best man and they almost always give speeches at weddings, what do you think he said in his speech given how close he and Ian are? Was it emotional? Did anyone else give speeches? Ian and Mickey? Did they get emotional too? Debs? Carl? Frank?

If Fiona or Mandy were there do you think they would have given speeches as well?

oh my goodness hi chey! i cannot believe i missed this before! i hope you are well love, i always love to see you 🍅

at my brother's wedding, my dad gave a toast at the rehearsal dinner. and what he did...... well. he invited all of his siblings to also speak during his speech. he is one of SEVEN (very irish, very catholic) and so it took fucking forever askfh but they all just heaped love on my brother and his wife and our family.

so i imagine something like that happened! lip gets up to speak and chokes up halfway through.... maybe debs jumps in to help, then it turns into the whole family shouting love and nonsense... kev and v too, mandy and fiona via facetime 😭 sandy is laughing, ian is sobbing, mickey is rolling his eyes so fondly.

so there's one giant family speech, chaotic and loud and beautiful. finally mickey whistles and yells for them to SHUT UP ALREADY 🤨 and plants one on ian, who is still weeping akfjlsd then he thanks everyone for pulling this wedding together, thanks his husband for marrying him, raises a glass, and chugs the bubbly in celebration as everyone bursts into happy noise again 🥂

#my sister in law was like 😐#also i gave a speech that night #forgot i was supposed to #got up there three sheets to the wind and made it up on the spot #and! it was fabulous aksjdfh #that theater minor came in handy #this is NOT allowed at my wedding though already told my dad lmao #get it together family #ANYWAYS.#this happened #love love love this chey #love thinking about their wedding!!!

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awkwardgtace · 2 years

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First Day In A New Home

day 17 First Meet:

Ian gets to head into his new home with his foster parents. He's a bit nervous about it being giants after his step dad.

TW: Mentions of physical abuse

First Day In A New Home

Ian grimaced as the car started to enter the giant neighborhood. It was bad enough having a crappy step dad, giant foster parents were going to be awful. He hugged his bruised chest imagining the way they’d ignore if he was hurt like his old ‘friends’. At least one of them finally cared when he winced as they grabbed him. Although thanks to them he wasn’t with his mom anymore either. He didn’t know whether to be happy or not.

“Vitus and Dabria have been amazing with their kids, adopted them even,” the woman driving said. Ian didn’t care, he’d fight if they tried to adopt him. He wanted to go back to his mom eventually, she needed him. He just had to get through four years of this stupid system. “Here we are!”

“Great,” he said. She gave him a look, but he didn’t care. If she wanted him happy to get ignored by his guardians it wasn’t going to happen. She hopped out of the car and started checking her watch. “You can just go, I can get to the door on my own.”

“Well, I’ll be calling in an hour to make sure you’ve gotten there so don’t run off!” He just nodded as she climbed back into the car. She almost rushed off before Ian grabbed his stuff. All the keepsakes his mom hid from his step dad. The only things he wouldn’t let them send ahead.

He stared up the path to the huge door. The giants would probably just say he’d shown up when he hadn’t to avoid a problem. He could probably run off now, but he didn’t have anything he’d need to survive. He grimaced, but started up the small slope to the door. He was a bit shocked to find a doorbell at human height. He had been positive he’d have to try shouting or just wait until they decided to check. He pressed the button and realized he made a horrible mistake.

Tremors that knocked him off his feet came close. The sound of the bell hadn’t even stopped yet. He stared at the door, it would open out and smack into him. He still had to recover from the last time his step dad needed ‘stress relief’. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the inevitable pain. He yelped when cool air washed over him.

“Oh, I’m sorry I was so excited to meet you I didn’t soften my steps,” a warm voice said. He slowly opened his eyes and stared into rubies. The giant woman leaned forward and her ebony hair blocked Ian from sight. He was trapped as she reached down to him. He tensed for the fingers to grip him, but the hand rested next to him instead. “You are Ian, right?”

“Uh, y-yes I am,” he said. He climbed to his feet and just stared at the hand near him. He didn’t know what she expected. He just stepped back to try and look into her eyes again.

“Oh, would you rather walk on your own? That’s fine.” He noticed a shift in her expression that made him nervous, he planted his hands on her skin before she could pull away.

“N-no, it’s fine.”

He pulled himself onto her palm and turned back to grab his bag. Her other hand had already appeared and pinched it between two fingers. His face fell, his things would probably be crushed now. The huge fingers came to a stop just next to him and she put his bag down. She was shocked to see it in perfect condition. He grabbed it and pulled it close, preferring not to risk another close call.

The hand underneath him tensed. He watched the huge fingers curl up over his head. He wasn’t used to being held like this. His old friends would just grab him when they were walking around. The hand was brought higher and higher as she stood to her full height. He gasped as she cupped her hand to her chest. He could hear her heart as she turned and let the door shut behind them. It was a lot quieter than he usually heard doors in giant homes.

“It’s nice to meet you Ian, I’m Dabria,” she started. “We have most of what you could need set up on this floor. If we’re missing anything just let us know.”

“Sure,” he answered.

Dabria continued taking him through the house. She pointed up the stairs explaining that's where she and her husband slept. She was bigger than any giant he’d seen so far, he didn’t want to see the husband anytime soon. She talked about offices for them on this floor so they could work where it was easier to be reached. Ian just nodded along, it wasn’t like it meant much to him.

“This is the giant room we have set up where you can stay if you want,” she said.

He frowned. She would probably drop him on the bed and he’d have to risk getting hurt to get down. He didn’t say anything and waited. She opened the door and held her hand away from her chest. He tried not to groan as her fingers flattened. He was left in shock by what he found.

“Currently Rhys and Ash are using the small spaces towards the back of the room. We set one up for you here,” she explained. He stared in awe at the small area they made for him. It was almost empty except for a bed. None of his things they sent ahead were there. “We had the others put your things in the human size rooms though. If you’d rather stay here just let us know and we’ll move everything over.”

He didn’t get a chance to ask questions before her hand was pulled close to her heart again. She walked out of the room and into their living room. He sighed, the human rooms were here so they could keep an eye on them probably. As her fingers flattened out again he almost screamed seeing the other giant in the room.

He couldn’t see the face of the giant, but he had white hair tied back just by his neck. Ian was terrified for the man to turn and face them, he looked tense. He wasn’t ready for angry giants, he couldn’t be sure they weren’t like his step dad. The man started to stand and Dabria took a step closer.

“Vitus, is everything ready?” Dabria asked.

Vitus turned and emerald eyes were locked on Ian instantly. He panicked at the stern look of the other giant. He took a step towards them, he didn’t want to imagine what this one would be like when he was on the ground. The giant offered a hand and Ian wanted to refuse, but knew he wouldn’t get much of a say. He walked off of Dabria’s palm and into Vitus’s, clutching his suitcase tightly.

The rougher hand let him walk a bit easier. He made it to the center quickly before sitting down. He didn’t want to fall on his face while the hand moved. The fingers around him curled up and he shuddered. He was brought close to those piercing eyes and waited. This is where he finds out how ignored he gets or if he’s getting a giant version of his step dad.

“It’s nice to meet you Ian, Rhys and I were making sure everything was set up for you,” Vitus whispered. The hand he was on started moving and he was shown a small human size living room. It looked almost identical to the one the giants were standing in. “The door to your room has your name on it. There’s a buzzer there that lets us know if you need us.”

A finger was held in front of his face and he followed it to a button on the wall. It was the first time he noticed the weird bracelet that was on Vitus’s wrist. He’d seen them before, his friends’ parents had them for when humans stayed over. They never actually wore them though. He absentmindedly reached out to it. Vitus just smiled at him, the giant seemed a lot nicer than Ian first thought.

He carefully climbed off the rough palm. He expected Vitus to stop him and decide this was a joke. Instead he made it to the small living room and looked around. He found a few doors with names, but one that had his. He made his way over and opened the door. He expected it to be just as empty as the spot in the giant room.

He found the room filled with his things. It had new stuff too. The bed had new clothes, a new phone, even a new suitcase on it. The room had its own television, and shelves he could put all the things he kept close on display. He looked out the door and the two giants had moved from the opening. It felt like they paid close attention to everything he’d sent over. He took a few more steps inside and noticed a tablet sitting on the desk too.

He didn’t get to look at it before a salmon haired man had walked into the room. He walked up and stared into Ian’s eyes. The pink color made him think the man wore contacts. The man placed his hands on Ian’s shoulders and wore a somber expression. Ian tensed, this had to be where he got some awful truth about these people.

“I’m sorry to say you have an awful sibling now, Ash is a stick in the mud and doesn’t want-” the man started. A hand came out of nowhere and smacked the back of the pink haired man’s head. Ian looked up at the taller person who’d followed the other in.

“Rhys, don’t scare him. I’m Ash, it's nice to meet you,” they said. They held a hand out and Ian took it shakily. They seemed to frown at him and he didn’t know why. They looked like they were going to say something else, but Rhys pushed them away a bit.

“Come on, you’re just mad cause I ruined your time hanging out in your room with Alessia. What did mom and dad say again? Not until you’ve moved out?”

“Rhys if you mention they were in my room I’m telling them about the way your tv actually broke,” a feminine voice said. He was shocked by how authoritative she sounded when she was so much shorter than all of them. She had almost blue hair and brown eyes.

“I give, I give,” Rhys backed further into Ian’s room and away from the three. Ian just sighed, it looked like he’d been brought into a place easy to be forgotten about. “So Ian, excited to try living with giants? You know the stories are true, they stomp around and are always loud and-”

“Rhys!” Ian’s eyes had gone wide as Rhys spoke. He hadn’t heard any stories, but he didn’t want that world again. Loud, stomping, and angry was the worst thing he could get from this. He hugged his sides, the healing bruises flaring in pain. Arms slowly wrapped around him, but he didn’t want to see who would hurt him.

“Hey,” it was Alessia. He could maybe fight her off. “Rhys is being an idiot, that’s not going to be how things go here. They’re quiet and nice, I’ve heard Vitus raise his voice once because he thought someone was in trouble. I mean they let me stay here just cause I was dating one of their kids and my parents were moving.”

He didn’t believe her. It would be easy enough to tell a lie, but he wanted to lean into the hug. He hadn’t been held in a long time and it felt nice. Another hand touched his shoulder and he jumped. He snapped his head towards the person, finding Rhys looking guilty. Alessia might not be lying after all.

“I’m sorry, Ian. It was a bad joke. There’s been other kids in and out who always come in talking about the stories. I was just kidding, really. Mom and dad are good people,” Rhys said. His voice sounded different, more sincere. Ash put a hand on his head and ruffled his hair. Their hands were big, bigger than his step dad’s.

It took a while, but once he calmed down the four talked for a while. Dabria came in with some food for them. He was shocked it was actual human sized food and not pieces of giant food. That’s what he got when he ate over his old friends’ houses. He was going to ask about the extra dish, but Rhys ran up and grabbed two. He looked up at Dabria’s face before going to a door Ian hadn’t even noticed.

He tried to watch what Rhys was doing, but Ash and Alessia tried to distract him. All he managed to see was the name on the door, Mira. Rhys came back out and joined the rest of them with one of the plates. The other person made him nervous, they must be hiding for a reason. He didn’t know how to find out more though.

It got late enough the other three nearly pushed him into the room with his name. It felt weird to have a room like this. It had so many things, the tablet on the desk was blinking. He walked over and sat down to look at the thing. It was locked with his birthday, he laughed at that. He put in the code and found a note from Vitus staring at him.

It wasn’t long, so he figured he’d read it then rather than waiting for the next day. It was more normal than he expected, just welcoming him to their family. It listed rules, curfews and stuff like that. Then it got a bit more direct. It mentioned how he knew that Ian hadn’t gotten help he needed before and Vitus wouldn’t let that happen again. The tablet had an app that attached to that weird bracelet, he could reach either of them any time. They even made it so he could specify who he was calling.

He blinked as tears hit the screen. He hadn’t felt that seen in a long time. He tried to wipe his eyes dry, but the tears wouldn’t stop. The letter didn’t have much more, just that they knew he’d been hurt before coming there and would leave him bandages in the morning. He locked the tablet and brought it with him to the bed. He curled up not expecting to find people who cared that much about him.

The next morning he was aching. He thought for sure the day before was a dream, but the tablet was still in his hands. He unlocked it again smiling at an update that the others all went out, but the bandages were there. It seemed like these people weren’t going to risk him being forgotten. He started to change, but left his shirt off to go grab the bandages. He tried to start treating it, but a scream distracted him.

“No, no, no,” the girl was shaking her head. Her lavender hair looked like a tangled mess and her pink eyes were looking through him. “Th-they started too. W-we need to get away. I…”

She ran over and grabbed him. Her hands were thin and she was shaking. She started to pull him towards the open door. It took him a minute to realize it was the one Rhys slipped into the night before. He grabbed her hand, but that seemed to make her worse. She started trying harder to drag him along. He scooped up what he could of the bandages before following her to the room.

She slammed the door and started pacing around. She kept muttering about a way out. Not letting it be dark again. He took in the room, it had nightlights in every plug and a pretty intense computer setup. He didn’t know what was going through her head, but he didn’t like how terrified she was.

“You’re Mira right?” he asked. She jumped and seemed to see him for the first time. She took a step back from him, like he was the danger now. “I’m Ian, I, uh, just got here last night. I guess you weren’t up for meeting people?”

“Y-you.. They took you. They hurt you. They’re trapping us. We need to go, run. The others. Where are they!?” she shouted. Ian did the first thing he thought of and approached her. He grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes.

“No one who lives in this house hurt me. These are from another human. Can you help me treat them?” He let her hands go and waited for her to respond.

She reached out and touched one of his bruises. Even if her hands were small it was clear she saw it wasn’t a bruise from a finger. She nodded and brought him over to her bed. She took the bandages he’d dropped and started to wrap his sides. It felt nice to actually take care of what that guy did to him. They sat in silence for a long time once she finished.

“You have a cool computer, do you play anything?” he asked. She looked at him with wide eyes and nodded. She went over and pulled up a game he had tried once or twice. She held out a controller to him and he smiled. “Co-op sounds fun.”

They were there for hours and she eventually managed to calm down. He left at one point to grab his shirt, he grabbed the tablet too just in case. She even said he should leave the door open. He heard the noise of others coming into the house. She leaned into him when the sound of the giant door opened. She was terrified of them, but lived here anyway. There had to be something good about this place.

He used the tablet to send a message like Vitus had sent him. Just saying he was with Mira. A few seconds after Rhys poked his head in and sat on the floor with them. Ash and Alessia joined too, but left after an hour. This family didn’t seem too bad, he could stay here for a while. He looked down at Mira who was still laying against him. He kind of liked feeling relied on too.

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sluttymickey · 2 years

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Happy father's day to plant dad ian

#how is he celebrating

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theboysfromaustin · 4 months

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February 5, 2025

Young Ian sat next to Gav, helping him dig in the dirt. He liked to garden. He liked…a lot of things the other boys in his preschool didn't. And they noticed. He was different. He'd been adopted - his dads had explained that to him. He spent a lot of time with his granddads. Some of his classmates lived with their grandparents. Some never saw them at all.

A lot of his classmates did nothing but watch videos on their tablets. They seemed to speak in their own code. He spent a lot of time playing alone. Or reading. He was the only one in the class reading, and he was on easy chapter books now.

Sometimes he felt like a freak.

His grandpa Kazuo came outside, Martha slowly walking behind him before flopping on the ground with a sigh. “How's plants?” “Good. Glad I can keep these alive.” Kazuo settled in on young Ian's other side, “You okay?” “Um…” “School?” “How can you tell?” “I had a bad time at school, and your dad liked to get into fights to defend our honor. Also, I'm perceptive.”

“Oh. Uh. It's…”

Kazuo leaned back on his hand, “Maybe we can help you out.” The boy stared at the dirt. He'd also heard his classmates make fun of his family. He knew they were different, but that wasn't bad. They made fun of his dad Dermot for being fat, they made fun of Kazuo for his scars…

The boy's shoulders slumped, “The other kids don't like me. I'm not like them.” “Well, everyone's different…” “Yeah, Gav, we know. You should be happy to not be like all those sticky-fingered booger eaters.” Young Ian giggled at that, “They only play things based on things they watch.” “You can't get anyone to play dinosaurs?” Gav winced as he hit a rock.

“They don't even know the names!” “Buncha scrubs,” Kazuo overbalanced himself and fell over, staring up at the unseasonably warm February sun. Martha snuffled over, nose guiding her more than her failing vision, settling in behind Gav. “What about reading?” Gav carefully shooed a spider away from the hole he was digging.

“I'm the only reader in the class. I like the Magic Tree House books.” “We need another run to Half Price Books,” Kazuo plucked a long blade of grass, popping it into his mouth. “Ooh, yeah! My dads say we're being overrun with books, though.” “No such thing as too many books, coming from someone who was not encouraged to read.” “I had access to whatever I wanted to read…libraries were in from the cold, and away from my dad. Maybe shouldn't have been reading stuff by the Marquis de Sade in elementary, but y'know…”

Young Ian sighed, digging in the dirt with hid finger, “The other kids make fun of me…” “About what?” Kazuo struggled to sit up, giving up and splaying out. “They call dad Dermot fat…” “I've seen some of these kids’ parents at pickup. They're just mad they don't have a fabulous drag queen dad.” “He's reading at the library this weekend!” “See?” Gav plopped a plant into the hole, “He's kind and smart, doing something nice for the kids. An upstanding citizen.”

“Huh…yeah…they…they also make fun of you, grandpa Kazuo.” Kazuo rolled over, “Yeah, that doesn't really bother me anymore. I've heard every jab and insult since I was a kid. I'm a stinky, one-eyed, one-armed, one-legged weirdo, that's me. I'm comfortable with that.” “I wish I didn't get bothered by name-calling,” the boy drew up his knees.

“What do they call you?” Gav's voice was soft, though he expected the usual kid insults. “They…” Young Ian swallowed hard, “They call me the…” His voice dropped to a whisper, “The faggot kid.” Kazuo and Gav immediately stiffened, not expecting that. “It's a bad word…right?” “When used in hate, yes,” Kazuo sighed, “And that is hateful.” “I don't know if it's because of you guys and my dads, or because of how I act.”

“Hard to say,” Gav bit his lip, “There's nothing wrong with you, or with this family.” “Yeah, we're a loving, stable family. And you…” Gav ruffled his hair, “You're a smart, kind, gentle kid.” “I don't know why that makes them not like me,” the boy wiped his eyes. “Some kids just aren't there yet. You being this way means you're on a good path.”

“Hey,” Kazuo struggled into a sitting position, “You know who was a kind, gentle person his whole life?” “Who?” “Your grandpa Ian.” “Hey, yeah…” “He was so sweet. You've got a good heart, just like him,” Gav smiled. “You're gonna need that if you want to be a lawyer like he was.” “Yeah! I want to make him proud.” “Oh, he's proud,” Kazuo grinned, “He knows you're gonna do great things.” “I hope to.”

Gav stretched, “Hey, you up for Quack's before your dads come over?” “Yeah!” “Heh,” Kazuo rolled to his feet, “Don't let ‘em know we're spoiling your dinner,” he stood, pitching forward and nearly falling. “Thank you,” young Ian said softly, “You guys made me feel a lot better.” “You're a good kid. Things get better. You have us to back you up.” “Martha!” The boy knelt down, “You coming?” She shut her eyes, tail thumping.

“We'll bring the old lady a vanilla cupcake,” Gav scratched her ear nubs. “You feeling better?” Kazuo asked. “Yeah, a lot!” And he really did feel better. He glanced back towards the house, pausing. His grandpa Ian stood at the back door. He waved, before disappearing into the house.

“I'll make you proud,” he said quietly, turning to take his grandfathers’ hands. He'd had a needed confidence boost. He was on the path to becoming a fine, young man -

A man to be proud of.

#oc #original character

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gallavichy · 3 years

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slightly irrelevant, but i thought you'd appreciate this.

I've been growing my own tomato plants from a rotten one i had gotten from Aldi's. i didn't want to throw it out so i sliced it up and put it in soil in these two old paint buckets i had half-assed spray painted over a decade ago when I was like, 12 or something. anyway, they grew like crazy but weren't growing any flowers so my dad got special tomato food and now, and NOW! Now i have ~20 or so Roma tomatoes growing!! some are just tiny things, but a good few are decently big, just need to start turning red. i feel so proud of my lil tomato babies, and every time I water them or just check on them i feel like Ian getting excited about his tomatoes lol 🍅🍅🍅🍅

i just wanted to tell someone who'd (hopefully/likely) to understand 😅

ahhhh this is wonderful! look at them go! i LOVE things like this because they make me so happy, and the fact that they came from a rotten one is beautifully metaphorical. congrats! ♥️♥️♥️♥️ thank you for sharing!

#ask gray

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brianc521 · 4 years

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Angst where Karen and everyone doesn’t like the gf and think she’s a gold digger. But like treats her really bad secretly until one day Shawn sees it

Changed it to Raul bc I thought he’d be cuter in a protective role

Approval | Raul Mendes

**It started off as something you could handle. Snide comments under her breath, nasty glares from across the kitchen. It bothered you of course, but Raul and Karen are so close and you didn’t want to speak up about it.

Mainly because you didn’t know how that conversation would go. Of course he’d side with his Mother, but you didn’t want to lose him in the process.

It slowly turned into telling Raul there wasn’t enough invites to a cousins wedding, but then the day of finding out from the bride that she invited you specifically when she’d told Aunt Karen.

From then it went to telling Raul there wasn’t enough seats at holiday meals, and the one time he said he wasn’t going because he was going to your families with you, she told him he had to be there for a big announcement. That announcement was simply that Shawn was going on a summer festival tour, that he already knew about.

This was starting to turn into something that you couldn’t take anymore. It really hurt you deep inside, and the idea of not being liked by his family totally tore you apart.

“Come on Baby please?” He begged, tugging on your hand. “I want you there.”

“Raul she said there wasn’t enough seats.”

“Then sit in my lap.” He shrugs, like that was the easiest fix.

You scoff, rolling back onto your side on his couch, looking at his phone. “Right because she’d just love that.” You muttered.

“What was that?” He asks.

You look up at him with a wobbly lip, tears welling in your eyes.

“Baby! What’s wrong?” He cried scooting down the couch to pull you on his lap.

“Raul, why doesn’t your mom like me?”

“What? Of course she likes you.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to get out of his hold.

“Why do you think Mum doesn’t like you?”

“How can you not tell?” You spit out, “She tells you every week that there’s not gonna be enough seats at the table for family dinner so make sure you come alone. But every week you come home and I ask who was there and you say ‘Peter and his girlfriend, Aaliyah and her boyfriend, Shawn and Brian, and Mum and Dad’“ You mock his little accent.

His eyes widen a little and he reaches for your hand threading your fingers together.

“So tell me, why does all of your siblings get to take their significant others or best friends but I can’t come?” You ask, “Your Mom’s table seats 12, I would make 10.”

Raul doesn’t know what to say, he just sits and thinks about your questions.

“Then come tonight.” He looks at you. “Come to dinner, I’ll make a spot right next to me if she has something to say, which she won’t. Let me prove to you that she does like you.”

That’s how you find yourself seated next to Raul at family dinner. Mid conversation with Aaliyah, catching up on her hockey game from last week. Shawn’s laughing at something with Peter. Raul’s hand sliding up and down your leg in a calming matter.

“Here Mum, I’ll help.” He jumps up, planting a sweet kiss to your head before helping grab dishes and going into the kitchen,

“So Y/n, where have you been? We’ve missed you around here.” Peter speaks up, pulling you and Aaliyah out of your own girl world.

“Oh, um,” You look up, catching Karen’s eye as she walks back into the dining room. She shoots you a look and you quickly look down.

Shawn catches the interaction and leans forward. “Everything okay Mum?”

“Mhm, just trying to figure out how to do all the dishes, there was an extra guest I wasn’t expecting.”

Shawn looks around, you being the only one who could fit as that extra guest. “Why wouldn’t you expect Y/n?”

“Family dinners are for family.” She says, taking Manny’s plate.

“Y/n is family.” Peter says, watching Raul tip toe to the doorway. Hiding from both you and his Mother. He’s watching you, face reading anger in the way that you’re wringing your hands together, head looking down into your lap. That’s your tell tale way of trying not to cry.

“No, she’s not.” Karen shakes her head at her sons.

“We bring our boyfriends or girlfriends all the time Mum?” Aaliyah speaks up now. “Heck, Brian, Matt and Ian have been to more family dinners than I have in the past two years.”

“They’re family, they’re forever.”

“Honey.” Manny speaks up.

“She’s not. Raul will come to his sense soon.” Karen nods, turning around and gasping when she finds Raul staring her down.

“Yeah I will.” He nods, inhaling deeply, nostrils flaring.

The sound of his words hit you deep in your chest, and you can’t help the tear that drops. You knew this is what it was going to come down too. And he’d side with her.

“Come here Baby, let’s go home. I don’t want you around this, it’s untruthful.” His jaw clenches, hand reaching out for you.

You look up in shock, and he makes a grabby hand at you. You stumble out of your seat, walking around Karen timidly and sighing when he tugs you into his chest.

“You’re making a mistake Raul.” Karen raises an eyebrow at him.

“No Mum, you’re making a mistake. Just because I didn’t end up with Leah like you thought I should have doesn’t mean you have to terrorize my girlfriend. Because let me make this clear for you Mum, she is forever. I promise you that. Until you can come to terms with that, and accept that she’ll be your daughter-in-law, she’ll have your grand-babies then don’t talk to me. I don’t want to speak to you or see you.” He takes one last deep breath and looks down at you.

You look up at him and all he can see is hurt and pain in your eyes. He takes your hand, tugging you with him to the motorcycle. He hands you your helmet and offers a hand for you to hold while you swing a leg over.

You hold him tight, tears still flowing.

When you open your eyes again you’re sitting in a Tims drive thru.

“I’m sorry.” He hangs his head, staring down at your hands locked on his stomach.

“It’s okay, I understand.” You hiccup.

He turns quickly, ripping his helmet off. He sets it down on the ledge behind you, reaching up and taking yours off as well.

“What do you understand exactly?” He asks.

“Why you’re breaking up with me.”

“What in the fuck gave you the idea that I was breaking up with you?”

“I mean, she’s your Mom Raul. She doesn’t like me, for some reason.”

“Okay and?” He tilts his head to the side.

“She’s your Mom?”

“Yeah she is, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to everything she thinks is right for me. It’s my life, I have to live it. I’m in love with you, and I want to live my life with you. I wasn’t lying back there. I meant it when I said you’re forever. She will be your mother-in-law one day. You will have her grand-babies. I’m not breaking up with you Baby. If anything I’m taking our relationship to the next step because I’m promising our future.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah Baby. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you when you told me before we left. You’re everything to me, I don’t care who thinks we shouldn’t be together. They aren’t us. They don’t know us, they don’t know our relationship. I’ve never been this happy in my life. You make me happy.”

“You make me happy too.” You smile.

“Please stop crying.” He whines, wiping your cheeks again. “She’s not worth your tears Baby.”

You both look up when a car pulls up next to you. Shawn, Peter and Aaliyah come tumbling out walking up to you guys.

“What?” You look at them.

“We don’t know why she’s being that way, but Y/n we love you. You’re all we could ever ask for Raul. Know you have us if you need anything.” Shawn smiles, nudging Raul’s shoulder.

“No come on, we didn’t have dessert, and we didn’t finish our conversation.” Aaliyah points at you.

“See Beautiful.” Raul smiles, looking back at you. “They see what I see. That’s all that matters.”

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LCDrarry 2020 Master List

Dear lovely Participants, Creators, Alpha and Beta Readers, Commentors, Cheerleaders, Readers and Fans of our fest,

Our 2nd installment of LCDrarry is coming to an end, and we'd like to thank you all for taking part in our little fest, for creating so many amazing new Drarry works for us all to enjoy, for commenting on your favourite creations, for sharing and recommending the LCDrarry gems with your friends and blog followers, and for making this fest another amazing experience for us mods.

We hope we could bring you some joy and diversion in these trying times and send you lots of love, strength and perseverance wherever you are :*

Under the cut, you can find out who created what ;D The works are listed in the order they posted during the fest.

Happy reading & squeeing & don’t forget to follow your favourite creators!

~Your LCDrarry Mods Tami @celilasart and Suzi @erin-riwen

PS: Reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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Love, Actually, is All Around

Prompt: #180 | "Love, Actually" - 2003 - Richard Curtis Author: punk_rock_yuppie Word Count: 9,975 words Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Wizarding Politics, Discriminiation, Slight power imbalance

Summary: It's Christmastime, and Harry has just started as the new Minister of Magic. It just so happens that Draco happens to work in his office as well, a holdover from Kingsley's tenure. Naturally, love is in the air.

Read "Love, Actually, is All Around" now on AO3.

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Drarry on Ice

Prompt: #150 | '"Yuuri!!! On Ice" - 2016 - Series Artist: RunningOutsideTheLines Art Medium: Traditional Art Rating: General Warnings: none

Summary: Harry and Draco find love on the ice. I love Yuuri on Ice and Harry and Draco seem like such a perfect fit for Victor and Yuuri. I'll leave it up to your imagination as far as which is which. This image is from the final scene when the two of them do a exhibition skate together.

View "Drarry on Ice" now on AO3.

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Boats, but Not the Ocean

Prompt: #203 | "Groundhog Day" - 1993 - Harold Ramis Author: p1013 Word Count: 15,551 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Very minor mention of suicide, some mild horror

Summary: If Draco ever gets his hands on this Bill Murray character, he's going to kill him.

Read "Boats, but Not the Ocean" now on AO3.

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When I Put My Eyes On You

Prompt: #193 | "The Way He Looks" - 2014 - Daniel Ribeiro Author: Zzzara Word Count: 31,155 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: When a hero defeats a villain, there's supposed to be a happily-ever-after... but when did anything ever happen to Harry Potter the way it was supposed to? Having sacrificed himself to the greater good, Harry is left alone in the darkness, blindly groping for the shreds of the life he knew. When the enemies meet, how is the story supposed to go, once they learn there's more to it than the eye can see? A story of pain, hope and things we discover, once we stop looking for them with our eyes.

Read "When I Put My Eyes On You" now on AO3.

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Spellbound

Prompt: #113 | "Overboard" - 1987 - Garry Marshall Author: mortenavida Word Count: 15,878 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Amnesiac Draco Malfoy, Widowed Harry Potter, past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Dub-Con due to Amnesia (Only Kissing)

Summary: It’s been years since Harry left with Ginny to get away from the bad memories of war. The small town of Elk Cove, Oregon, had been a perfect place to raise their children. Now widowed, Harry works hard to make sure his children never want for anything. When an old rival steps into his life, everything changes and Harry finds the perfect opportunity to get back at Malfoy for everything the Slytherin did to him -- if he doesn’t regret falling for him first.

Read "Spellbound" now on AO3.

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Of Labcoats and Animagi

Prompt: #97 | "Queer Eye" - 2017 - Series Author: meandminniemcg Word Count: 10,868 words Rating: Mature Warnings: mention of past abuse, panic attack (tw at beginning of chapter, can be skipped)

Summary: Fashion icon Draco? That's long past. After the war, he never bought any new clothes and lives in his labcoats. When he doesn't feel confident enough to meet his pen friend Prongs in real life, Luna decides to stage an intervention with a little help from the Fab Five.

Read "Of Labcoats and Animagi" now on AO3.

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Title of Their Sex Tape

Prompt: #112 | "Brooklyn Nine Nine" - 2013 - Series Author: Cibee Word Count: 12,428 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None

Summary: What are the Wizarding world's most elite law enforcers doing when they aren't catching criminals? It seems Auror Malfoy is often caught throwing food into Auror Potter's mouth when he's mid-yawn. This story isn't about Draco throwing food at Harry. What it does have is: Undercover! Heists! Draco pining for Harry! Harry being oblivious, but also can't help noticing how good Draco smells! Banters and jokes! That's about it.

Read "Title of Their Sex Tape" now on AO3.

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Harry Potter and the Beast

Prompt: #204 | "Beauty and the Beast" - 1991 - Gary Trousdale Author/Artist: Miakagrewup Word Count/Art Medium: 5,655 words/31 illustrated pages Rating: General Warnings: None

Summary: Arrogant prince Draco is cursed to live as a terrifying beast until he finds true love. This fairy tale consists of 31 fully illustrated pages.

Read "Harry Potter and the Beast" now on AO3.

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So Open Up My Eyes, Tell Me I'm Alive

Prompt: #191 | "Secret Garden" - 1993 - Agnieszka Holland Author: mycucumbereyes Word Count: 12,865 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: trauma, canon typical violence, homophobia, use of f-g/f----t, mention of suicidal thoughts, character with a disability

Summary: When Draco Malfoy comes to live at Godric’s Hollow, he finds it full of secrets. One night he hears the sound of crying…

Read "So Open Up My Eyes, Tell Me I'm Alive" now on AO3.

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i demand to dig my own grave

Prompt: #10 | "Psych" - 2006 - Series Author: M0stlyVoid Word Count: 20,836 words Rating: Mature Warnings: None

Summary: Draco finds himself in hot water with the Aurors, and in a burst of panicked inspiration manages to wiggle out of it by claiming to be a Seer. There's just one little problem– Senior Auror Harry Potter, the Prat Who Lived, who's known him for a decade, knows full well Draco doesn't have a single psychic bone in his body and seems determined to pull him up for it. Now, the Department is demanding he help them solve cases, Potter's looming over his shoulder at every turn, and worst of all, he hasn't had a shag in weeks because of all this bother. What's a pseudo-Seer to do?

Read "i demand to dig my own grave" now on AO3.

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As You Wish

Prompt: #37 | "The Princess Bride" - 1987 - Rob Reiner Author: Pineau_noir Word Count: 21,917 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Canon-typical (Harry Potter and The Princess Bride) violence, mention of suicide, canon-typical character death

Summary: Draco was raised on a farm in the small country of Witshire; his favourite pastimes were flying on his broom and tormenting the hired farm boy. Though his name was Harry, Draco never called him that. On Harry's forehead there was a scar shaped like a lightning bolt, so Draco called him Scarhead. Nothing gave Draco as much pleasure as ordering Harry around.

Or a story about fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, True Love, and miracles.

Read "As You Wish" now on AO3.

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Queer Eye for the Drarry Guys

Prompt: #97 | "Queer Eye"- 2017 - Series Author: blowfish_diaries Word Count: 18,201 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: none

Summary: Teddy's dads are great! Really! They just need a little push from five *fabulous* gays to get them to see what's right in front of them.

Read "Queer Eye for the Drarry Guys" now on AO3.

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Casecation

Prompt: #112 | "Brooklyn Nine Nine" - 2013 - Series Author: Mfingenius Word Count: 4,293 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: AU, canon-typical discussion of heavy topics, discussion of mpreg

Summary: "Draco Malfoy, I swear to God-” Hermione snaps under her breath, causing Draco to laugh lowly as he ducks under a hanging plant pot. “Draco Potter, ‘Mione,” Harry murmurs with a helpless grin; they’re not really supposed to be speaking – they're walking through the halls of Antonin Dolohov’s beach house, on their way to arrest him – but Harry can’t help marking the difference, even a year after they got married. “Be quiet,” Ginny says, rolling her eyes. “If he hears us and escapes-” Draco signals at them, and they all steel themselves for when he throws the door of the bedroom open. “Shit!”

Read "Casecation" now on AO3.

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Don't Blink!

Prompt: #179 | "Dr Who" - 2007 - Series Author/Artist: Gnarf Art Medium: Digital art Rating: General Warnings: None

Summary: Harry had always had exceptionally bad timing. It's not different this time.

Read "Don't Blink!" now on AO3.

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A Demon and an Angel Visit the Ritz

Prompt: #167 | “Good Omens” - 2019 - Series Artist: ravenclawkward Art Medium: Digital Oil Painting Rating: General Warnings: None

Summary: Harry the demon and Draco the angel just finished saving the world. They've earned their celebration, wouldn't you say?

Read "A Demon and an Angel Visit the Ritz" now on AO3.

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Change on the Horizon

Prompt: #57 | "Shameless (US)" - 2011 - Series Author: static_abyss Word Count: 118,645 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Character with depression, mentions of not wanting to exist and lethargy, though no actual suicide or mentions of suicide. Unhealthy coping mechanisms, specifically not taking prescribed medication for depression. Internalized homophobia, and general homophobia from parental figures, though there is a happy ending. Casual relationships.

Summary: A canon AU drarry fic based on the relationship between Mickey and Ian from Shameless. A story about the aftereffects of the Second Wizarding War and how Draco and Harry come together and break apart over and over. How maybe, somewhere along the way, they find a way to live with themselves.

Read "Change on the Horizon" now on AO3.

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The Thrill of the Chase Moves in Mysterious Ways

Prompt: #192 | "Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries" - 2012 - Series Author: VeelaWings Word Count: 32,569 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Heavy Drinking, Smoking Cigars, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Kidnapping, Non-Graphic Violence, Gun Violence, Poisoning

Summary:

“Do you have a personal interest in this case, Malfoy?” Harry asked, arms crossed and blocking the view of the body behind him.

“Not at all.” Draco smiled sweetly, cuddled into the side of tonight’s date. “Although I did briefly own that painting until it proved to be stolen.” He helpfully pointed to the Renaissance portrait a few metres to their left.

“Why is it always so complicated with you?”

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Some people might argue that Draco didn’t have very good ideas. That was a lie. Draco had fantastic ideas, however, due to mankind having free will, the planning and execution of those ideas didn’t always pan out in his favor.

(Or — Draco solves crimes that don’t technically belong to him and Harry tries not to fall in love. Co-Starring: Hermione, High Heels, and Hiccups along the way. #dat 1920s lyfe)

Read "The Thrill of the Chase Moves in Mysterious Ways” now on AO3.

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Burn Your Life Down (but look back to me)

Prompt: #202 | Casablanca - 1942 - Michael Curtiz Author: Triggerlil Word Count: 35,910 words Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: Alternate Universe - World War II, Film Noir, Self-Medication, Alcohol, Infidelity (not between Harry and Draco), Smoking, Mention of Slavery and Human Trafficking

Summary:

It's been years since destiny walked into an apartment on Rue Azais, and Harry is over it. Really, he is. He has Blaise, he has his work, and if necessary, he still has his memories. But with the onset of WWII, the foundations of his life are crumbling, and suddenly a certain blond man is walking back into his life, asking Harry to make important, and dangerous, choices.

Read “Burn Your Life Down (but look back to me)” now on AO3.

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Super Rich Kids

Prompt: #24 | "The Bling Ring" - 2013 - Sofia Coppola Author: Thusspoketrish Word Count: 81,000 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Thriller, Murder, Dark Humour, Angst, Depression, Nihilism, Existenialism, Jealousy, Hurt/Comfort, Gaslighting, Very Brief Instance of Suicidal Ideation, Immorality, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence (not between Harry and Draco), Abusive Drug Use, Manipulative Behaviour, Heterosexual Sex, Threesomes, Candaulism, Possible Infidelity Due to Unclear Relationship Status (please read the tags on AO3 carefully, this list is not exhaustive)

Summary:

Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

Read “Super Rich Kids” now on AO3.

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We Built This Right

Prompt: #48 | "Yuri on ice" - 2016 - Series Author: remy_writes5 Word Count: 15,344 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Homophobic Language, Anxiety, Strained Relationship with Parents

Summary:

At last year's Grand Prix Final, Harry had an accident that left him with a lightning scar on his forehead, a concussion and a twisted ankle. Now everyone is waiting to see if his career is over - including former rival, Draco Malfoy.

Read "We Built This Right” now on AO3.

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y0itsbri · 3 years

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hi bri! 🎳 daily check in time! 🎳

i had a great day todayy! my friends and i got our routine testing done on campus and we noticed they were having a big sale on posters, prints, and tapestries!! i picked out four posters that i loved and i’m SO excited about them! (i’ll send in pictures tmr bc i haven’t had the energy to put them up on the wall yet lmfao)

after that, we went bowling!! i feel like i’m pretty decent and i actually managed to win one game out of the three we played?? i was very proud of myself 😌

my friends and i ate at in-n-out and i’ve just been chilling out at home since then!! i got a bit of work done, managed to draw a s4 ian, and i think i’m gonna turn in early tonight because i have to wake up at 6 am tmr 🤢

alsooo i’ve just been staring at your new art which is GORGEOUS btw. your style is so colorful and diverse and cooool, ughhhh. i love it ❤️

how was your day??

hi twisha!! ahh i’m so glad you had a good day ☀️ i’m honestly impressed that your school is doing routine testing! i’m used to things 100% based on the honesty policy and hopes & prayers 🙃 poster sale my beloved!! i cannot wait to see the ones you chose 😍 bowling!! 🎳 i haven’t been in so long but yesterday i was literally just talking to my roommate about how bad i am at it lmaooo. winning 1/3 is very impressive 😌 i’ve only had in-n-out once but now it reminds me of cg ian and mickey and ian’s early trips to LA <33 s4 ian art 🥰 also plot twist (kinda?) — my ‘new’ art is actually from last year but i just re-edited it for sara’s side blog 🥲 still my art tho!! so i very much appreciate your kind words!

my day was pretty eventful! so my mom is super into the vampire diaries and yesterday she finally bought some 'brother's bond' bourbon, which is the brand the actors created -- and i'm so happy for her :') she looked so cute cheesing in a picture next to the bottle <33

today i found a grocery store closer to my house today and that was exciting! truly! and it had everything i needed <3

then there was a power outage! for the whole neighborhood! so i ended up taking a shower in the dark and then did some reading by candlelight. felt like jo in little women with all the autumn 19th century vibes. it was cute seeing my neighbors with their flashlights and candles. everyone meeting outside in the Dad Stance with their hands on their hips trying to figure out what's wrong :') my roommate and i took advantage of the no electricity/internet and actually planted some mums in the front of our house!

enjoy these pictures of a cool leaf i found, a squirrel sprawled out on a branch, and my candlelit study vibes 🕯

#ask #dcit

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ren1327 · 4 years

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Pretty Boy ch.1

“Come on, Girl.”

If you asked Ben Pincus-Masrani to describe himself, he would respond that he was thin, pale, not very extraordinary. Not even normal. Forgettable wallflower was he.

And he liked it that way.

He smiled down at his little corgi with her extra stubby tail.

Bad tail docking and a “defected ear” had made her less valuable to her owner, but more loveable to him. He remembered when his stepfather had told him about one of his business associates giving her away. Ben had cooed at her picture and the very next day, Simon had acquired her.

She was a year old now, her tail a little bump and left ear still folded halfway down. He knew it could pop up one day or stay folded over.

He’d love her as is.

She had been his constant companion since he had started University last year.

Bumpy wore little green and white booties and a matching vest for her leash, excitedly sniffing at whatever she found on the pavement of the city street they walked down. Ben smiled at her as she waved her whole back half, barking at a dandelion that broke through the sidewalk.

He thought yellow would be cute on her. It was quickly approaching autumn and he was due to buy her some more little jackets and boots.

Ben groaned as they passed an overfilled dumpster in a large open alley, the smell of spoiled milk making him gag. Bumpy led him away, as if sensing his discomfort.

He made his way to a one story building, Bumpy jumping up the steps one at a time to join him by the wood and glass door. He opened the door for her and she excitedly waddled in, sitting by the counter as an old Latino man with his grey and black hair in a ponytail came over.

“Hey, Santi.” Ben said.

“Morning, Benito.” He said with a smile. “Morning, Bumpy.”

Bumpy barked and stood, her hips waving back in forth excitedly.

Santi’s husband poked his head out, curly blond hair held back by a headband and his glasses a little smudged.

“Oh, Ben! You just missed Sammy.” He said.

“Billy Brennan-Gutierrez.” Santi scolded playfully. “Sammy said he changed his shift. Twice, remember?”

“Right!” He said. “Sorry, Honey. Must’ve been distracted by that new exhibit Alan promised to invite us to.”

Santi rolled his eyes good naturedly and smiled at Ben. “This man.”

“It’s fine. Dad was getting ready to fly over to New York for some party, so I was video chatting with him and totally forgot to text her on the bus.”

“Bus?” Billy asked, walking to the counter. “How did you like it?”

“I took the green line.” Ben said. “More…clean.”

“Ah. The public access line your father is funding?” Santi said. “It’s been an amazing help around the community. City planning is really a gift.”

“Yeah. Dad cares more about customer satisfaction. He even asked if the animals at the zoo were happy.” Ben said as Billy laughed. “And right now I know he’s gonna charm new investors.”

“I get it. It’s always go, go, go.” Santi said. “Billy and I will take care of your pretty girl. Go on to work.”

Ben kneeled and kissed his dog on her forehead. She wigged and liked his cheek.

“Bye, Bumpy. I’ll come get you later, okay?” He said and gave her leash to Santi.

He waved as he walked out and set out to a nearby bus stop with a green leaf, taking a breath as he looked at a message from his parents saying they arrived safely, his mother resting in the hotel room and his father already in a meeting.

“You got this, Dad.” He text back.

Brew-tiful Roast was the only refurbished building not owned by the college but funded independently by several of the first alumni and John Hammond himself. It was a brick and glass building with a brick and iron barred wall around it, where a garden area and several outdoor tables with wooden benches under a thick iron and heavy waterproof tarp Professor Carr of the physics department had donated almost a decade ago. Several other alumni donated money to modernize the area for student comfort and relaxation when the library and cafeteria were too much stimulation.

The inside was open with many well spaced tables, cushioned booths and a back wall lined with tinted muffled noise square privacy pods in the back. Many plants and flowers decorated tables, soft slow blinking white and blue LED lights showing where charging stations were and orb shaped hanging lamps that lit the café up.

Finally was a large refrigerated black glass top counter and display where many sandwiches, pastries, packs of baked chips and crackers, packaged fruit and several salads were displayed along with bottled lemonade, teas, sodas and waters that were always sold at a quarter. They could be taken to the counter and warmed after they were bought or warmed in one of the three communal microwaves.

“One banana avocado smoothie with fiber and whey!” Sammy called, smiling as she handed back change.

Ben’s finger and hands flew over the ingredients as he chopped, scooped and mixed the fruit before throwing it into a clean blender with ice and cold cream, and letting it run. Mixing it a final time, he poured the cold thick mixture in large cup with a star drawn on by Sammy. He put it on the counter where a young Latina woman with large glasses waited.

“No whip, just how you like.” He said with a smile.

“Thanks Benji.” She said with a wink.

Her best friend, Franklyn smiled nervously from next to her.

“What brings you to the front?” He asked as Zia sipped her smoothie with a pleased hum. “I thought you didn’t like being up here where there are so many—too many in fact, people.”

“Professor Malcom said it’d be best for me to get a few months exposed to more people.” He said and mixed caramel into Franklyn’s sugar free French vanilla ice coffee. “So I got low traffic shifts after morning classes.”

“How’s going clean treating you?” Zia asked, eyes softening on her younger classmate.

“Ah…” He looked to the side. “Got a bit of a no sleeping issue some nights, but hey. More time to think up new smoothies and teas.”

“You are aware this is Brew-Tiful Roast.” Zia asked with a smile. “As in, coffee?”

“Good thing Mr. Van Owen and Gray love it. Plus,” He smiled and put a hand to his hip in pride. “Yours truly has helped increase sells with my smoothies and tea mixes.”

“Way to go, Plant Nerd.” Zia said and slipped a five in his pocket. “For Bumpy. Get her some of those yummy carob biscuits.”

Ben handed Franklyn his cup. “Thanks. But you know I’m fine for money. With Dad and everything, honestly, this is just so I...”

Franklyn nodded. “We get it, Ben. Normalcy is…admirable.”

“Besides. I get to use my earnings to get my own place. With my own money.” He said excitedly.

Franklyn’s watch beeped. “Oh, shoot! I got to get to my Mathematical Theory class. Professor Murphy invited Ian Malcom today!”

“Get me an autograph?”

“He’s got five of the same damn book in his bag. We’ll get ya one, Benji.” Zia said with a sigh. “If you need anything—”

“I’m okay, Zia.” Ben said. “But thanks.”

She smiled as Franklyn sped out with a wave.

“Man, seems like forever since she took you under her wing.” Sammy said as the line slowed, leaving only a few people at tables typing away at laptops or talking among themselves.

“Yeah. Both Malcoms at Hammond University. Bet you he’ll crash Professor Malcom’s class.”

“He’s a Dad.” Sammy giggled as she wiped down the counter. “He kinda has an obligation to check in.”

As if on cue, her phone vibrated and she smiled at a picture of Bumpy sleeping on her back, showing it to Ben.

“Aw~” He cooed. “Send it?”

“Already done.” She giggled.

The door chimed and Sammy smiled at the newcomers before her face fell.

“Hi Darius. Kenji.” She said.

“Hey, Sammy. Got anything good today?” Darius, a paleo-researcher and Sammy’s classmate in zoological studies said.

“I got donuts.” She said. “And chicken pesto sandwiches.”

“I’ll take two of each.” Darius said as his taller Asian friend sauntered over to Ben.

“Huh, never seen you around here, Pretty Boy.” He said.

Ben looked up and froze.

Tall, tan, muscular and very, oh so very handsome.

Ben could feel his cheeks heating. “Um, what?”

Sammy’s hands came on his shoulders and pulled him a bit away from Kenji.

“Ben here usually works in the back.”

“That’s a shame. I guess you’re why this place is called Brew-tiful.” He said with a wink.

“Ben.” Sammy said. “Can you do me a favor and get more cups before the lunch rush?”

“Oh.” Ben said, snapping out of his trance. “Sure.”

As soon as Ben went through the kitchen door, Sammy slammed a hand down on the counter.

“No.” She said sternly.

“What?” Kenji asked.

“Brooklynn told me what happened with your last three girlfriends and boyfriend. All in a week!” She hissed.

“What?” Kenji asked. “There wasn’t a connection.”

“Here’s a connection. Don’t just date people cause their cute!” Sammy said.

Darius looked between the two.

“Kenji. Come on, Man. Ben looks…fragile.” He said.

“He works in a coffee shop, Darius. You gotta be pretty tough to work in food service.”

“Kenji.” Sammy said. “Not Ben.”

Before Kenji could respond, his phone rang. He looked at his phone and sighed.

“I’ll be back another time.” He said. “Looks like Dad needs to see me in person.”

“I’ll get back okay.” Darius said. “You go ahead.”

Kenji took the bag Sammy held out, slipping a $20 on the counter.

“Tell Ben I said bye.”

“No.” Sammy said with a deadpanned expression.

Kenji saw Ben look through the door of the kitchen window. He smirked and winked at him, enjoying how Ben ducked his head and reddened.

Kenji left and got into his car, sitting for a moment to watch Ben come out and shake hands with Darius.

“Damn. He really is pretty.” He said as he started the engine, big pine green eyes haunting his thoughts as he drove home.

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feat. from JP - Ian Malcolm, Tim Murphy and John Hammond

JP2 - Kelly Malcom, Eddie Carr and Nick Van Owen

JP3 - Billy Brennan

JW- Zia, Franklyn and Gray

Love me some side characters. Thanks for reading!

Stay Sweet~

#jw benji #ben pincus #kenji kon #jw bumpy #sammy gutierrez #darius bowman #jw brooklynn #yaz fadoula #jurassic world camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous #jw fanfic #jwcc #camp cretaceous pretty boy #camp cretaceous fanfic

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albino-whumpee · 3 years

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Robowhump 5

Continuing that March of robots- whump edition story with @whumptopia ‘s robot whump prompt list. Today was “forced reboot” so here!

TW// self harm, manipulation, non con body modifications, abuse, torture, emotional abuse, burning and cuts mention

(I think it’s time to say, my writing is explicit and so, proceed with caution)

The first time Exia opened its eyes, it saw Ian´s father. A man with gentle black eyes and gray hairs. A programmer like his son and wife. Not as talented as either and certainly not as famous as his wife. He was humble and cared for Exia. It didn´t remember anymore, but it had been him who had given it its name.

“I´m trusting Ian to you, Exia” the man said as it sat Exia on the back of the car. Crossing the car’s seatbelt on its chest, because he didn´t want to put him (because he refered to Exia as him) on a box again. “He´s really good. I´m sure he will make some wonderful upgrades to you” he smiled at the android. There had been hope in his naivety and oblivion to his son´s nature.

Exia had recorded the man´s voice for Ian. “To encourage” him as the man put it.

But after Ian smiled and thanked his father for the gift, waved his hand as goodbye and closed the door. Ian had made Exia lay on a table and erased all previous commands.

Except its name.

Mainly because it would be troublesome to remember any other name.

And so, that was the first reboot Exia had.

The next time happened after Ian tried adding a few lines and had forgotten to put a simple comma. Causing Exia to bump into walls and keep walking as if it was on a videogame.

The third time was when Ian wanted to test Exia´s receptors and blew its hearing.

The fourth time had been purely accidental. Ian hadn´t slept in three days and put his homework code into Exia´s by mistaking the keyboards. The conflicts made Exia´s core to overheat and made it move erratically.

The eigth time Ian´s professor wanted them to test simple commands on androids. Making them lift eggs and the like was too old fashioned, so the challenge was making them handle jelly. Exia made a great demonstration but slipped out Ian had helped the other’s for money. It had been the first time Exia had seen Ian angry at him.

The nineth time, Ian had met Creek and was living with him now. Creek showed him the download sites for the pain emulators. When Ian tied Exia to a chair, the android had done it with a smile. But after the download, it had to be rebooted after many repairments were made. Out of panic mode conflicts that triggered self destruction tendencies and damaged a liquid deposit on Exia´s head. Causing leaks sometimes.

The tenth time, Exia had begged Creek to stop. That it hurt when it installed new body parts when it was fully responsive and the pain emulators were active. Creek had limited to laugh and continue assembling the new parts into Exia. It screamed quite loud, but Creek just turned their headphones volume higher. Tightened Exia´s restraints if it moved too much and ordered it to stop leaking from its eyes without much success. Of course, the leaking wasn´t something he could control now.

By the twelfth time, Ian had developed a back up. So, when they were testing Exia’s skin durability and had it trembling, tied to the working table with a face half burnt, Exia came back with the memories of it being burnt. Just new skin.

It would know what pain was even after rebooting now.

And Exia wasn’t allowed to say anything to Ian’s father. It would smile and say “Im doing my best performance to satisfy Mister Ian. I thank you for your concern” whenever a new patch of cheap skin was glued to a spot Creek had burnt, marked, teared apart or simply removed. “Exia has a lot to learn however” it would say while blinking three times rapidly and then stop for a bit before continuing.

“Im happy to see he’s well!” Ian’s father said to him as he chomped down his food “I like that yellow bang too” he said referring to the strand of hair, both boys had stolen from a broken down robot “Fits you”

“Thank you, sir” Exia replied keeping its blinking rythm.

“´It´, dad.” the boy stressed “It’s a robot, not a person” Ian said slurping on his noodles. The ramen ya they were on was pretty popular at that time. Just before the last few trains went on their way.

“Oh yeah right” the man awkwardly replied. Silence ensued as Exia simply stared at them eat. Wondering…

“What are you..?” The man lifted his eyes as Exia swallowed their beer. “Exia, no!” He stood up quicker than Ian and grabbed the android by the shoulders but it was too late. The liquid leaked to its core and circuits in a second.

The seventeenth time, Exia opened its eyes on a dark place. The closet, it recognized. Battery was running low and its limbs had been taken away.

Oh. It muttered to itself.

Im going to be abandoned.

It leaned its head on the wall. And noticed it had its Clothes taken off as well. Of course, a useless machine like Exia didn’t need to cover itself. Even when Creek had added a member simply to test the receptors and emulators.

Drip…

Blue liquid ran from its eyes. Possibly after-damage of some of their experiments. Or…

Whatever they were they didn’t stop. However they came, fat tears rolled down its cheek.

“E-Exia?” An unfamiliar voice called from outside.

It had been Liam who had taken it outside the closet. Covered it with its own clothes and told it to turn around to plug it to a charging dock.

Exia refused to let Liam touch it.

It was an unwanted machine! It was supposed to run out of batteries and grow forgotten locked away on the closet.

Not…saved.

But it was.

It wasn’t immediately that Exia expected Liam’s visits. Waiting for it to come and tell it about outside and about Ian and Creek. As there was no windows there. Exia learnt Liam was a prototype for their final project. A social service android. Designed to treat mentally unstable people. Exia had laughed.

Liam wasn’t surprised to see the android wiggling like a worm on the floor as it laughed histerically at the irony. Aware it was collateral damage to Exia’s system that allowed it to laugh.

Liam was aware of the pain emulators and one time, when Exia was staring blankly at a wall running a dyagnostic, Liam dropped a furry blanket over it. And hugged it.

“Hugging helps humans feel comfort and not alone after a traumatic event” Liam whispered as Exia stiffened and scuffed.

“Are you implying I should be treated like a human after trauma?” Liam took a moment to reply “I don’t know if that helps to lower your leaking, but I searched in my treatment files that panic modes can be smoothened-“

“Ok, ok I get it” Exia interrupted it. It allowed itself to focus on the warmness of the blanket. Its system would catalogue the cumulus of electric signals it felt at that moment as “comforted”.

Exia did feel like wanting more of that “comfort” thing.

And Liam was designed to do so.

Ian stared at the records of Liam’s trips to the warehouse where Exia was kept, everyday. To monitor improvements and adjust Liam’s protocols.

The young boy didn’t like wasting things and would use them to their last breath. Abandoning Exia? Oh no. He had simply planted the situation for Liam’s development.

Ian allowed Liam to put the androids limbs back on their place one day. Liam attached them despite the colors being not quite right and helped Exia up.

Ian had intricately written Liam’s physical therapy commands and tested them with Exia.

But as Liam proofed to be perfect on treating Exia, Exia was recovering too quickly.

So it was time for a final test.

TW// self harm, manipulation, non con body modifications, abuse, torture, emotional abuse, burning and cuts mention

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gardenerian · 2 years

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I am actually really excited for their middle-aged gay era!

Maybe Ian will be into a new sport. Maybe swimming? He has the shoulders for it.

Mickey is the talk of every bakery sale at their daughter's school. Years and years of making brownies paid off 🥰 (these ones are for the kids tho, he keeps the 'special' ones for himself and Ian - I'm picturing married couple getting high after the kid's asleep, like that scene in Poltergeist?)

Speaking of kids! Ian becomes The Master Braider (i know what that rhymes with, so does Mick, don't worry) and their child is so happy with it.

Of course Ian has his own garden now and full grown trees which he planted years ago and got to see bloom 🥺❤

Maybe Mickey picks up a feud with some neighborhood soccer mom? Idk, that would be fun.

Ian loves it when Mick's hair starts turning gray 🥺 Mickey suggests dying it and Ian is like don't you dare

MIDDLE AGED GAY ERA! LIKE A FINE WINE, BABY! i can’t wait for my middle aged gay era, either, to be honest. i really feel like that’s where i will thrive. unbothered and doin my thing.

debs these are brilliant! and i fully believe every single one of them. they are going to have so much fun! i just love that. the hallmark of their lives will be ENJOYMENT and PEACE and FULFILLMENT! also mickey will be such a hot salt and pepper dad, so true! ian goes from red to white hair overnight.

MICKEY FEUDING WITH SOCCER MOMS, SAY MORE! it’s like all the garden drama ian will get in 😇 they’ll back each other up though. “so true mick, tiffany was an absolute BITCH to me in the carpool line the other day. let’s go key her SUV 🥰”

#debs you brilliant angel #so true so true #mel answers

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renee-writer · 4 years

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A New King and a New Country Chapter 8 Birthdays

Jamie and his da head to Fort William. They are going to deliver the marriage contract to Ned Gowan, barrister for both the Fraser's and Mackenzie’s. They are also formalizing charges against Randall and Grey. They are gone a week and Jamie misses Claire badly every moment they are away.

Claire spends the week equally missing Jamie and starting to plan their wedding, starting with a dress. Her mum and her have a fair hand with sewing but this dress will require many hands. Jenny and Ellen agree to assist. Jenny had just been married and has lots of plans.

Jamie comes to see Claire as soon as he returns. ‘’I am back lass,’’ he calls out. She opens the door and jumps into his arms. ‘I have missed you too. But it had to be done. To get us married and see justice done for ye.’’

‘’I know.’’ She snuggles into his arms for a much needed hug. He holds her close.

‘’Let’s take a walk and talk. Catch each other up, aye?’’

‘’Yes,’’ she calls into the house, ‘’mama, I am walking into town with Jamie.’’

‘’Okay dear. Stay where you are seen.’’

‘’Yes mama.’’ They take off, hand in hand.

They walk into and through the village. The encounter with Randall and her response to it, endears her to the villagers even more. Jamie had feared it would harm her reputation but, the know her as the strong lass that keeps them healthy and Randall as the worse of the soldiers under King James command.

‘’Jamie, when is your birthday?’’ They are swinging their arms together and she holds the flower that her had just brought for her up to her nose.

‘’I will turn 20 on May 1st. Yours?’’

‘’I will be 18 on July 4th.’’

‘’August then, for a wedding. If that suits?’’

‘’It does perfectly. Thank you.’’

They continue to walk around the village, holding tight to each others hands, with the entire village as chaperones.

May 1st, finds everyone gathered at the Fraser's for a birthday dinner. Jenny and Ian, newlyweds, stay close together. William, Jamie's older brother, and his new wife, are also present. He meet Susanne at the gathering. A quick courtship and the Fraser’s first grandchild was on the way.

‘’What do you wish for?’’ Claire asks her.

‘’I really dinna ken. Just a healthy bairn. My Willie wishes for a lad though.’’

‘’Must men do.’’

After dinner was presents. Claire presents her fiancée with a brand new kilt. Made with her mama's help, she is quite proud of it.

‘’Claire!’’ his eyes shine with love and pride, ‘’ This is lovely.’’

His parents gifted him with his own croft. It is on Fraser land and close to the distillery. William and Robbie, his other brother, presented him with a huge black horse. William had found the beast in Inverness.

‘’What a huge amount of riches!’’ an overwhelmed Jamie says.

‘’Well son, you are soon to be married. You need a place for you and your bride. Claire, daughter, the croft is on a plot of land big enough for a garden and a spot to grow your own herbs and such for your medical.’’ Brian says. He gets hugs from both Jamie and Claire.

Jamie and Claire walk out to see the croft that will be their first home together. It is close to the main house and distillery. It is two stories, with a kitchen and sitting room on the ground floor, two bedrooms on the second. The land was open around it.

‘’There is more land then you will need for a wee garden and a herb garden for your healing arts.’’

‘’Oh, it has already been turned!’’

‘’Well, tis' spring planting season, aye. You will need to get your herbs and such started.’’ He says with a smile. Julia and her daughter explore the garden area planning as Jamie checks the inside of the croft to see if it needs any repairs. He finds none. With basic furniture, it is move in ready. It even has a barn for the beast he is calling Donas. His father is owed another hug.

‘’Claire, what do you think? Can you live here?’’

‘’Oh yes!’’

Over the next two weeks, Jamie moves in. He wants it ready for his new wife. She has planted the food, herb, and flower gardens. It is becoming home.

It is soon her 18th birthday. The Fraser's invite her and her parents to their house. Jamie is excited to give her his gift. He had the blacksmith fashion her an engagement ring. It is silver with a small stone of whisky colored quartz to match her eyes, with roses and thistles around the band.

As they sit down to dinner, he stands and gets everyone’s attention. ‘’Claire, my love, happy birthday, I have a gift for you. Something that you can wear to show you are my bride. Will you wear it?’’ He opens his hand.

‘’Jamie, oh yes. It is so beautiful. Look, mama, dad.’’ He had slipped it on her hand and they all gather around to see it.’’ ‘’The stone matches my eyes, oh Jamie!’’

‘’Good job son. ’Brian says. ‘’I know you worked hard for that. I am proud of you.’’

‘’I am too. ‘’Henry says.

Claire receive a dress from Jenny and Ellen. She doesn’t show Jamie. Brian, Ian, and William gift her with a gentle horse that will still keep up with Donal. Her parents gave her clothing for her wedding, and after as well as seed. Robbie gifts her with the gift of his hands to work on her garden and a small shed she wishes to make for people to come see her as healer. It will be needed for in six months her parents are moving.

They will be moving to Castle Leoch as healer and teacher for the Mackenzie’s. It is part of the agreement between the two great clans.

Jamie and Claire walk out to the tower after dinner. He kisses her gently on the mouth. ‘’I wish we were married tonight, my heart. August seems a lifetime away.’’

‘’It is only a month. I love you. We can wait. I need to talk to mama about the wedding night,’’ a blush comes up on her face, ‘’I know the mechanics of it but in practice.’’

‘’Well, I had practice once in France. It wasn’t very good. I think it was because I didn’t love the lass. But, with ye, my wife, my love, my heart, I wish it to be perfect, careful.’’

Murtagh, his Godfather, and permeant shadow while with Claire until they are married, clears his throat, his signal that it is getting late.

They kiss some more before he walks her back to her parents.

‘’Good night my love.’’ He says.

‘’Good night my heart.’’

#my writing #alternate universe #a new king and a new world #birthdays #outlander fanfic #outlander fandom

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veriforman-aa · 4 years

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here’s the thing about ellie’s childhood bedroom: once she moved out, it never felt like hers again. from that point on, it was a stranger’s room. she came home, and everything had changed.

she’d visited for holidays, of course, and always had a darling time there. the last christmas, she’d rung up an old friend, taken her mom to the local diner they frequented all those years ago. her parents were always over the moon to see her. she could hear the excitement in her dad’s voice when she said she’d be coming over for a bit.

her arms had burned as she packed, still sore and stiff as she threw everything she could think of into a suitcase. she drove there, faster than she took note of, and drove and drove. she pulled over once, stopping to vomit onto the grass beside the highway, and spent the night at a cheap motel. it wouldn’t have been much of a strain on her wallet to pull for somewhere a little nicer, but the motel looked as bad as she felt, and she figured the staff wouldn’t think twice about how unkempt she looked.

now she’s staring into the shell of her bedroom. it’s the same as she remembers, or it should be: floral-printed pillows all neatly stacked on her bed, vanity covered in ponytail holders and bandanas, polaroids of herself and loved ones on the bulletin board above her desk. she steps over to it and looks closer, looks at a photo of herself a decade prior. seventeen-year-old ellie has her arm slung around a friend’s shoulder — charlotte? carrie? caroline, she remembers. caroline and ellie are smiling, laughing, and it makes present-day ellie angry. she wonders when’s the last time caroline cried.

it’s night one, well past midnight, and ellie’s bedside lamp is on. she’s sprawled out in bed, the family dog, baxter, snoring somewhere by her feet. she watches her ceiling fan go ‘round and ‘round, listens to the ambiance of the suburbs outside her window, and considers the carton of cigarettes she impulsively bought on the drive over.

“fuck it,” she mumbles, and adds a “sorry” when baxter stirs awake and shoots her as dirty of a look as a terrier can. the bedframe creaks as she shuffles over to her backpack and pulls out a cigarette, then a second one for good measure, and a lighter. her fingers lift the window up, and the night breeze flicks up strands of her hair, inviting. she used to stargaze out this window; now she’s only watching the lighter’s flame lick its way up her cigarette. she inhales. the smoke is smooth, relaxing, but she still curses herself for not being smart enough to pick up something stronger, and thinks about how different her life was this time last week.

“it’s like nothing at all has happened,” she says into the phone the next morning, her fingers weaving their way around the cord. “nothing at all. i got to my parents’ place, and...”

“you haven’t told them, have you?” alan interrupts.

“no.” she sighs, and reels in the annoyance bubbling to the surface. “no, i just told them i needed to come home for a little while. mom thinks i’m — pregnant, or we had a big split or something. dad’s just happy to see me.”

the line goes quiet for a pause, and she takes the opportunity to continue before he can tell her what she’s done wrong. “i want to tell them everything. i’m going to. i just — they’ll never believe me. i mean, would you? all the evidence i have is — this stack of copies of paperwork hammond’s people made us, and they kept everything as vague as fucking possible, of course.”

she realizes now he’s letting her speak of her own accord, and for that, she’s grateful.

“it’s weird,” she continues. the cord of the phone is all knotted now, and she hasn’t noticed. “that’s the only way i can think to describe it. it’s weird, and it’s fucked up. and i don’t — want to be here. i don’t want to be here, alan.”

“you wanna come home?” he says, sounding a little hopeful, or hopeless.

“no,” she answers without much thought to it. “because i don’t want to be there, either. i don’t want to be in indiana or montana or fucking isla nublar. the entire earth is suffocating me.”

she tells her parents a week later. she’d spent the morning out on their patio, fussing at baxter to stop digging holes in the flowerbeds, and when her dad stepped outside to ask ellie if she was planning on eating lunch, she didn’t hear the back door open. she only heard her name, and felt a hand on her shoulder, and she yelped, a desperate, needy sound.

she cries when she gets the whole story out, but it’s not the full-body, desperate, heaving sobs she woke up with last night, so she counts it as a success. her dad believes her, her mom needed more convincing. she can’t blame her, of course; she hardly believes it herself, but it still hurts.

“it’s just hard right now,” she tells alan one night after dinner. her mom had opened a bottle of wine for the two of them to split, and her hands are shaking as they hold the phone.

“would it be easier if i were there?”

guilt sinks her gut. the answer sits heavy on her tongue, and it’s something neither of them want to hear. she lets the silence hang between them, then settles on as neutral of a response as she can manage. “i’m gonna see you soon, alan, i promise.”

“i can come to you, sweetheart,” he says. “you don’t have to be alone right now. don’t you go thinking you have to do this alone—”

she’s distracted, trying to remember the last time he called her “sweetheart” when she notices the way his voice is rising, and it snaps her alert. “i’m not alone. i’ve got mom, and dad, and baxter.”

“...baxter’s still alive?”

that makes her smile a little, despite it all. “yeah, baxter’s still alive.”

“malcolm called my trailer this morning,” alan says in lieu of “hello.”

the pen she’d been idly twirling between her fingers falls into her lap. “malcolm?”

“er — ian, yeah. from—”

“no, i remember,” ellie murmurs. “how’d he get that number?”

alan is quiet, and she can imagine him frowning as he thinks about it. “that was the least of my questions. he asked if you were around, and before i could answer, he said it’s fine if he just talks to me.”

“oh,” she says, sounding flatter than she’d wanted to.

“he asked how we were doing, and i said we were fine.”

“you said we were fine?” she laughs, even though the words come out bitter and cold.

“i...” he’s at a loss, she can tell. “i didn’t know what else to say. what would you have said, ellie?”

she presses her palm flat against her desk and looks down at her nails, chewed and ragged. “probably the same. what else did he say?”

“not much.”

“i find that hard to believe.”

“not much by his standards,” alan corrects.

a smile tugs at the corner of her lips; she indulges in it. “right.”

“i asked how he was doing,” he goes on. “he said he’s doing the same, but he wasn’t very convincing. and that was it. think he just wanted to make sure we were still alive.”

“oh,” she sighs. “maybe i should give him a call.”

“why?”

she wonders that herself. “i don’t know. maybe he’d talk to me more.”

“he sure seemed interested in talking to you when you met,” he says, and she struggles to interpret that one.

“i don’t know what you want me to say to that, alan,” ellie says after a moment. “i really don’t.”

“yeah, i know,” he says. “i’m sorry, that — wasn’t — i didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“it’s okay,” she assures him, voice softer now. “i’ve been... lashing out a lot lately.”

“okay,” he repeats.

“alan?”

“yeah?”

“i love you,” she tells him, the first time in too long. it feels good to say it, like she’s been holding it in for a while.

“love you, too, ellie,” he says gently. “don’t forget that.”

---

she’s crying the next time she calls alan. the tears are hot, stinging, and humiliating.

“you sound far away, ellie,” he tells her, and this time he can’t hide how sad he sounds. he must’ve given up trying, she decides, which is a thought she can’t settle with.

“i feel it,” she says back. “i didn’t sleep last night. the last time i did, i had a horrible nightmare. i went through six cigarettes this morning.”

“you don’t smoke,” he interrupts, like it’s the most pressing issue they have.

“i used to, in high school.’

“i didn’t know that.”

“i’ve mentioned it before,” she says with a certainty. “i told you that, on one of our first dates. we stopped at a gas station. you got me a dr. pepper, and you asked if you could get me anything else while we were there, like a refrigerator magnet or a pack of cigarettes, and i told you that i hadn’t smoked since high school.”

a pause. “okay,” alan responds. “must’ve forgot.”

“yeah, must’ve,” she grits out. she closes her eyes, tight, and regrets every word she’s ever said to him. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry, i am. i know i’m not being easy right now.”

“well, you’re not an easy woman, ellie,” he replies, but it’s with the kind of angry affection she knows well. “if i wanted easy, i wouldn’t be around.”

“what if i want to be? easy?” she asks him, eyes still closed. “what if i want to come home, and i want to go to work like i used to, and i want to be myself again, and i can’t?”

“...then i guess you evolve.”

the days tick one by one. some nights she sleeps, other nights she doesn’t. she picks up new habits, like waking up with baxter to watch the sun rise and burying her thoughts in a journal, then ripping out the page with every terrible word she’s feeling on it and throwing it away. her mom buys her a variety of seeds for their garden. a project, she calls it. ellie doesn’t have the heart to tell her that half of them won’t bloom this time of year, so she plants them all anyway.

she goes a week without calling alan. she needed the time, and she thinks, so did he. when she calls finally, she’s laying in her bed, window open and sunlight pouring in.

“hi,” she greets.

“hi, stranger,” he says pleasantly. “nice of you to call.”

“you could’ve called first, you know,” she reminds him, her brows raising.

“yes,” he sighs. “but that’s running the risk of your dad picking up, and then i’d never get the chance to talk to you.”

“stop,” she laughs, the noise coming out foreign and warm. “he only talks to you because he likes you so much.”

“talks?” he repeats. “is that what you’re calling it?”

“yeah,” she hums. “how are you?”

“i’m okay.”

“just okay?” slight concern tinges her voice, and her brows furrow beneath her bangs.

“well, better than okay,” he adds. “just not quite good yet. between okay and good.”

“that sounds like improvement to me.”

“mhm. how are you?”

“i’m good,” ellie says emphatically, something hidden between the words.

“just good?’ he teases. “you give me shit for being brief, and that’s all you’re gonna give me?”

“well... i do have something,” she confesses. “a progress update, i suppose.”

“oh, yeah?” he’s smiling behind the words, she can tell. “i could use some good news.”

“okay.” she smiles, too, and licks her lips. “i started writing a book.”

#save.#the drabble/fic in question!#did i proofread this? no. will i hate this 24 hours from now? absolutely #HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLIE #SORRY YOU'RE SO FUCKING TRAUMATIZED

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