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dreamingofscully · 3 years

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Grey Canyon 6/?

Rating: Current Chapter: PG, Series: up to Mature Categories: Western AU / MSR / WIP WC: 1870 / Total WC: 5868

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CHAPTER 6: “A gift”

Grey Canyon, Colorado 1885

He tapped on her door, trying to ignore his sweaty palms and pounding heart. Before tonight, he’d kept himself in her company only at midday. He adjusted the plate he held, silently repeated the flimsy excuse he meant to give her, and patted the papers he’d brought in his jacket pocket.

When she opened the door, his words scattered and he stood there, mute. She’s lovely, was his only thought.

“Mr. Mulder?” She smiled at him, and if he squinted perhaps he could pretend she was glad to see him as well.

“Uhh... “

“Did you want to join me for dinner?” She opened the door wider, allowed him to brush past her, then shut and locked it behind her, blanketing them both in the shadows of her room. Beyond the oil lamp on the table, only a few small candles provided illumination.

The table she’d been sitting at didn’t seem to have room for him: papers neatly stacked next to her fountain pen and inkwell, a variety of ribbons hanging from a stack of books. He had no doubt, though, that she could locate anything in a second. When he thought of his own messy desk in his room, which always looked like a whirlwind had passed through it, he envied her neatness.

He set his plate down on her empty dresser, wiped his hands on his trousers and removed his hat. She stood by the door, watching him, a question in her eyes. She's busy, of course she is. How could he have thought she would want him here?

“It’s inappropriate for me to be here, a lady’s room alone at such an hour. I--” he started.

“Sit, Mr. Mulder,” she interrupted, gesturing to the chair on the opposite end of the table. “I don’t mind your company. Besides, there is no one else here that would know of our impropriety.”

She smiled one of her small, mysterious smiles at him. He wasn’t sure what went on inside her mind most times, but one of those looks from her and he felt instantly sure of himself. She moved her things to a desk in the corner, retrieving an extra glass as well as a pitcher of water for them to share.

“I’m afraid this is all I can offer you to drink. I don’t keep any alcohol in my room.”

“This is great. I, uh, I don’t drink anyway.”

“No?”

“I tend to do foolish things when I drink,” he said.

“From what I’ve seen, you still do foolish things, Mr. Mulder.” She sat, then looked up at him, still standing in the middle of her room, twisting the brim of his hat in his hands. “Now, sit. Join me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He hung his hat on the back of his chair, removed his jacket, and sat with her. They ate together, the golden glow from the lamp on her table cocooning them in its warmth. He could believe they were the only ones for miles, if he tuned out the faint sounds of raucous laughter and music coming from beyond her chamber.

As he’d known it would be, the incident from last week had been all but forgotten. The girls whispered and stared awestruck at Dana as she performed her duties. Dana herself went on as if nothing had happened, but he saw a sadness in her eyes when she thought he wasn’t looking. Before the shooting, he wondered if she’d been on the verge of sharing part of herself with him, but now she looked away and politely changed the subject when he asked questions about herself. Perhaps it was too much to hope that she was interested in him as a friend, as anything more than good conversation during lunchtime. Well, she's allowing me to be here in her rooms now, isn't she?

The silence continued for a while, and he shifted in his seat restlessly, searching for something to speak about, to earn his right to be here.

“Did you know that there was another group, a few weeks after the Donner Party, who fell victim to the same gruesome fate?” he said, through a mouthful of pot pie.

“Oh?” she said, watching him curiously.

He ate a few more bites, knowing she would find the tale interesting, if nothing else. He didn’t kid himself that she would be convinced; she was the most stubborn doubter he’d ever met. For some reason, though, it made him even more determined to find the story that would change her mind.

“They were also forced to…” he waved his hands, not sure he should speak the words aloud while they ate.

“Consume each other,” she filled in for him, lowering her eyes briefly to take a bite of her meal, then returning her steady gaze to his own.

He nodded, then winced and set down his fork, continuing with his story. “It is unknown whether Armbruster Pike, the leader of the group, was killed first or his legs removed and eaten before his death, but witnesses have seen him in the area several times over the past few decades, his spirit appearing with ragged long white hair and... no legs.”

She bit her lip, but didn’t interrupt.

“Heedless of these horrifying sights…” he said, watching her roll her eyes and shake her head at his embellishments. Despite her feigned annoyance, there was a twinkle in her eyes and the hint of a smile, telling him that she was enjoying herself. His heart skipped a beat at the thought, and he struggled to get back to his story. “Uh... mining towns have been springing up in the region. And…”

He paused. She raised her eyebrows.

“Miners have been going missing,” he finished, grinning at her.

“Mr. Mulder,” she said, then waited.

Here it comes, he thought. He enjoyed the way she listened to him carefully, even if she didn’t believe his tales, and fought back against his claims systematically and logically, rather than just dismissing him outright.

“You don’t really believe such things, do you?” Her eyebrow quirked upwards.

“I have heard of many such sightings - apparitions, ghasts. People have even seen their loved ones just before learning about their passing on.”

She merely looked at him, her smile growing wider as his heart thumped in his chest. Another reason, he thought, to amuse her with strange tales: he somehow managed to make her smile.

“We don’t know what happens when we die, Dana. These spirits, mostly passed on due to violent circumstances, well… perhaps they have some reason to hold on to the places where they died.”

Dana laughed aloud. “And just how many of these witnesses were drunk? Or people who want to see such things.”

“I’ve never seen a ghast.”

“Of course you haven’t.” She patted his hand, kept it there. Her thumb grazed over his knuckles in a gesture he thought was meant to soothe, but he felt quite the opposite; he leant towards her, gooseflesh rising on his arms.

She smiled softly. “Perhaps there is a reason your sleep is so terrible, if you think such things are real. It’s just not supported by any evidence. I have read about investigations into similar claims, and in each case they were unable to repeat the results you speak about. Those miners who went missing? It is very easy to disappear if you do not want to be found, or perhaps they fell off of a cliff in a desolate part of the mountains. People see what they wish to see, and believe what they wish to believe, Mr. Mulder.”

“You can call me ‘Mulder’, you know. Just Mulder,” he murmured, his quiet voice nearly swallowed by shadows of her room. He turned his hand over, grasping hers and trailing a finger along the soft skin of her wrist.

She stared at their entwined hands, and even with the low light he saw a flush creeping into her cheeks. “Not Fox?”

“I hate my name.”

“Why don’t you tell everyone not to call you that?”

“There doesn’t seem to be a point to it, I’ve found most don’t care to listen.”

“Alright... Mulder,” she smiled again, a dimple appearing in her right cheek. She squeezed his hand. “I will listen. About ghasts, however… I believe I was punching holes in all of your ideas, or did you not want to continue with that?”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Oh! I forgot,” Mulder withdrew his hand from hers and reached into his pocket to pull out the papers he’d picked up earlier that day. “I got these for you.”

He handed over the manuscripts, their ragged edges and stained pages showing how little their former owner had appreciated them. Their fingers touched once more as she took them, and he watched her closely to see whether his instincts had been correct.

“The New England Journal of Medicine?” Her fingers traced over the title and her mouth dropped open in surprise. Her husky voice lit a spark in his chest that spread outward, warming his face. “How did you manage to find this?”

Seeing her eyes shine with excitement, he was very glad he spotted them in the physician's office, sitting underneath some bloodied papers while he waited for John to pick up supplies.

She reached forward again, and grasped his hand. “Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me.”

Mulder felt lighter, the burden of his guilt shifting slightly at her words, and he wondered if he’d be able to float out of her room like the spirits in the story he’d been telling. Their eyes connected, and for once, he thought he could really see her, the woman who she was before she’d found herself in this lonely place, hiding away in her darkened room. Overwhelmed, his nerves gave way under her scrutiny. What had possessed him to think he could love this woman, and that she could love him?

“Well, you and Dr. Hodge seem like kindred spirits,” Mulder joked, tearing his eyes away and withdrawing his hand, hoping she wouldn’t take the comparison of her to the filthy, offensive, and balding town physician too seriously. She ignored his jest and shifted her attention back to the journal, running her fingers along the words as if to reassure herself that it was real. He watched as she perched her glasses onto her nose, her mouth moving as she read, shifting the pages closer to the lamp and turning up the flame. She was lost, and so was he.

“I think I’ll leave you to that.” He stood, donning his hat and resting his jacket on his arm, taking his empty plate in hand.

She barely looked up, but nodded her acknowledgement.

“Good night, Dana,” he said.

He opened the door, letting the sounds and light from the outside invade her space. When he turned back once more, she was watching him, smiling. “Good night, Mulder. I hope you do sleep well -- just remember that ghasts aren’t real.”

He chuckled and tipped his hat at her before leaving. Tucking her words and the look on her face inside himself, he thought that, perhaps, good dreams weren’t entirely impossible tonight.

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givemequeen · 5 years

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i want to hold your hand ; chapter i ; george x reader

request: Being the boys PR manger and George falling for you but you’re clueless. John points it out to the reader but she brushes it off. a/n: awww, i had no fucking idea what exactly PR managers did so thanks @i-love-queen-3000 for helping me out x also the reader was insomnia because i have and sue me. OH ALSO IM SORRY BUT IM GOING TO MAKE IT so Ringo points it out first (you’ll see). pairing: george x reader summary: you’re the pr manager of the boys and your falling for George, it’s against the rules but oh well. little do you know he feels the same way :) warnings: ur mum (#savage) year: ‘65? word count: 2,076

ONCE THIS GETS 100 NOTES ILL POST PART 2 :)

When you found out you were going to be working with The Beatles you got very excited. You had known them as kids back in Liverpool and it was Paul who had helped you get your current job so you could say you were friends. Another plus was George, he was by far the cutest member (and person alive) and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like him.

You went into John’s place, it was where you all had agreed to meet up to sort things out for the tour next week. Brian and you already knew all the information but you had to tell the four boys. They were in the living room laughing and chatting. Brian waved at you as soon as you came in and you returned the gesture.

“Okay lads, here is the list for the next concerts,” you said as you set down a piece of paper on the coffee table. The four boys rushed to grab the paper and this time George won. He smiled brightly at you and you nearly melted right there. You kindly smiled back remembering you had to keep this strictly professional.

George frowned at the smile you gave. For him, it looked like you didn’t want to talk to him. He liked you too but you didn’t know. Anyone could see it, it was so obvious. John knew, Paul knew, Ringo knew, Brian knew even the whole fucking team knew. It was hard to live around you two, everything was so awkward and neither of you seemed to notice.

And that’s when they had enough. Ringo, John and Paul convinced Brian to not book a hotel room, to skip your room so you would have to stick with George. Brian agreed, he knew it would be bad if you guys dated and then broke it off but it was too painful to just sit and watch. So this tour was it, you two were going to have to sleep on the same bed.

It was going to be in Scotland, it was their 4th tour and you always insisted on going a couple days earlier to the first stop just so you could ‘settle’ in. No one knew why but they all suspected it was so you could sightsee. So once you got into the plane to Glasgow Ringo’s, Paul’s, John’s and Brian’s plan was a ‘go’.

You were all very exhausted by the time you finally got the hotel. It was fancy, each tour was an upgrade from the last. You hadn’t chosen the hotels on this tour since the guys thought you should ‘take a break from all the hard work’. There were already fans swarming the hotel outside, how they found out remained a mystery to you. Another mystery is why they were out here past midnight, shouldn’t they be home?

John pushed you all through the crowd and into the hotel reception where two bellboys took your luggage. The reception was empty considering it was long past midnight. You thanked them and headed over to the receptionist while trying to keep track of all the boys. Ringo and George normally were fine, they followed you, especially George, like lost puppies but today was different. They had been fighting non-stop. They seemed to have ganged up against George which made you feel sad, he was the youngest after all.

You turned away from the receptionist who was getting the keys and looked at the boys. They were slapping each other like teenage girls. “Will you four just fucking shut it and stop fighting!” you snapped as quietly as you could. They stopped and turned to look at you.

“Sorry ma’am.” joked John making them all snicker.

“One more word from and I’ll throw you to the fans,” you warned making him finally shut up. The rest of the boys began to laugh at him being told off but one look from you made them join John’s state. You took a deep breath before returning to the kind woman, she handed you the keys and you were on your way.

Brian always got a room on a different floor. He said the boys annoyed him enough as it is, he didn’t want them knocking on his door at 3 in the morning because they forgot their toothbrush. You waved goodbye to the last sane person, Brian, as he got off the elevator.

The door closed and the bickering started again. “Fucking stop!” you snapped as you ran your hand through your hair. “What the fuck is going on now?” you asked as you turned to face them. They hurriedly straighten up and kept their hand to themselves.

“George wants to say something-” Ringo started.

“No, I don’t!” George complained

“Then I’ll say it!” John said with a smirk.

“No, you won’t!” the younger man reach over Paul to try and hit John but you were too quick. You slapped his hand away and he pulled it back, dramatically kissing it and soothing it. “Ouch!”

“Get over yourself,” you said just as the doors open. The boys all practically fell out of the lift. You pulled them to the side and began handing out keys, you were down to the last one when you realise you were one short. “What-” you looked up to John, Ringo and Paul who each had on in their hands.

“Oops, gotta go!” Paul said before rushing off.

“My mum’s calling,” John added as he joined Paul in escaping.

“Left the oven on.” Ringo shrugged his shoulders and they all shut the door of their rooms.

“Guess we’ll have to share.” You said as you looked down at your hand and back up to George who smiled weakly. With a big sigh, you picked up your backpack and went over to room 548. Carefully you took out the key from the paper holder and opened the door with George was close behind you. You smiled at him and he returned it but it immediately fell when you looked at the room.

It wasn’t the room itself, it was perfect in fact. It had a nice bathroom, a telly, a comfortable bed with clean and comfy looking sheets. At the far end, it had a little round table with two chairs that sat under the big window that overlooked the city. In a normal circumstance, you would have loved it but the problem was the bed.

There was only one. You groaned slightly at the thought of sharing a bed, something George heard. It’s not that you didn’t want to. Of course, you did. You had imagined him in your bed countless times but just not this way. George sighed at your response thinking you were disgusted by him.

“Is there a problem?” he asked finally having enough.

“What? Of course, there is, only one bed! The hotel must have made a mistake.” you said with a small chuckle as you avoided his gaze. You walked over to the phone and dialled the reception’s number. It ringed a couple of times before you realised they wouldn’t pick up. With another sigh, you sat down on the bed and fell back.

“I don’t mind sharing yn... I’ll go sleep with Ringo or someone if it bothers you.” George said as he picked up his coat. You sat up rather quickly and shook your head.

“What- No, it’s fine, really.” He smiled at you but it quickly disappeared when you smiled back. It seemed forced, like you didn’t even want to look at him.

“Do you hate me?” George finally asked, he leaned against a dressed and looked at you.

“Hate you? No! Why would I?”

“I dunno, you smile weird at me.”

“I’m just shy,” you said while blushing and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Same here,” he said with a little laugh, you joined in and locked eyes with him. The alarm clock beeped signalling a new hour, it was 1am. You sighed and slapped your thighs in a ‘let’s-get-going’ way.

“You can get the bathroom first, I’ll unpack.” George nodded, got his stuff and went to the bathroom. Once he locked the door you sighed and ran a hand through your hair before beginning to unpack your stuff. You didn’t unpack everything, of course, only the things for the four days you were here.

You heard the shower go on so you took this time to take your undergarments out of your suitcase and into the wardrobe. Not long after the shower turn off and you heard a groan. “Is everything okay in there?” you asked.

“Yeah, I forgot my toothbrush,” George said before opening the door. As soon as the door opened your jaw dropped. Luckily George was looking down so he didn’t catch you staring at his body. His towel was wrapped around his waist exposing his toned stomach and chest. You quickly looked away and cleared your throat. “Here it is!” he picked up the blue toothbrush, smiled at you and went into the bathroom once more.

As soon as the door closed behind him you let out a big sigh and fell back on the bed. “Damn.” you thought as the image of George shirtless replayed in your mind and you couldn’t help but blush when he came out once more. This time he was wearing clothes.

“Your turn love.” you blushed at the pet name and rushed into the bathroom. George chuckled at your reaction and smirked to himself. You took a quick shower and got ready for bed. After brushing your teeth and hair you stood in front of the mirror. Once you checked everything was okay you made your way back into the room.

“What side do you want to sleep on?” asked George after you turned off the lights and closed the light.

“Left,” you said finally looking up at him. He was sat on a table that was against the wall. In front of him was a couple of pieces of paper full of lyrics.

“Perfect, I sleep right.” he smiled at you and returned to his papers.

“You writing?” you asked as you slipped under the covers.

“Yeah,” George said without looking up. He dotted the paper before getting up. You watched from your spot in the bed as he walked over to the bed and got into his side. “Night yn.” he murmured as he tucked himself in.

“Night,” you whispered back before opening your book. You read a couple more pages before sleep overtook you. By this time George was fast asleep, his soft little snores filled the room. You turned off the little table that was on top of your bedside table and pulled the covers over your body. Even with the heater on it was still very cold.

Due to your insomnia, you stayed up with your eyes glued to the roof. You drummed your fingers over your hand that rested on top of your stomach. George stirred in his sleep causing you to turn to him. You huffed in annoyance wishing you could be the one sleeping. Thinking it might change something, you turned on your side so your back face George.

You felt the bed move, George must be moving again. Suddenly an arm flopped over your body. Your breath hitched but he only moved closer to you. George pulled you close so his body was pressed against yours. After a couple of seconds you relaxed, he was so warm it made you sleepy and his scent lingered around you. You took a deep breath in, he smelled like cigarettes, aftershave and, well, George.

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toujourseven · 4 years

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Flight 136 | 3

PLOT: Inspired by the series Lost (without the creepy mysterious island monsters). Stranded on an island with BTS after your plane crashed.

THEME: romance, comedy, smut, fluff, friendship,

WARNINGS: Slow Burn. Smut. Flirty Jimin. Strong Independent Woman OC. Bi Tae. Plane crash. Panic attacks. Emotionally done with heartbreaks. Terrorism.

PAIRINGS: Jimin x OC (You can think of it as Y/N. Just think that you were somehow nicknamed Cho lmao) / JK x Lia - inspired character (since she’s physically similar to IU kkkk Why not put IU instead? Hmm. Why indeed?)

Guide for reading

Bold texts are thoughts

I like being able to visualize the characters and the setting so I will insert images from where I based the story on :)

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CHAPTER 3

“Okay, so is everyone alright? Thank you so much to our medical student for helping us out. Maybe let’s get to know the basics first, like our names, and the languages we speak, for communication purposes?” Cho was fascinated and almost forgot that she was stranded on an island. Namjoon was really charismatic when he takes on the “leader role”. Even with the current circumstance, he does not lose his cool, at least when in front of the others.

The small group introduced themselves as instructed and found out that Keith was the only one who does not speak Korean, while Namjoon, Lia, and Cho were the three who can give English-Korean translations. Of course, the rest of the BTS members have relatively good receptive skills in English, so they would need more help on the expression part, if and when they need to communicate with Keith.

“We haven’t been exactly trained for island survival in case the plane crashes, but we’ve been given basic guidelines and survival tips. Since the plane must be somewhere deep in the ocean by now, we have no way of communicating. We also have no idea what happened exactly.” Keith had one hand on his waist, and the other rubbing his forehead. It was the first time Cho saw him lose his cool. He was no longer keeping his professional smile, the situation must have caught up to him. He and Namjoon were taking turns in speaking, Namjoon translating.

“For now, we need to secure our safety and survival while waiting for rescue. We can’t just wait while doing nothing. We don’t know how long we will get stuck here.” Namjoon sighed deeply. Cho felt bad for him, he must be feeling so much pressure. The world had just gotten back up from the recession caused by the pandemic after a vaccine has been discovered. Cho knows their previous tour had been cancelled because of that and the company must have suffered so much loss. And now their next tour is being disrupted again by this crisis.

The group decided to pair up, unanimously agreeing no one should wander around alone. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Keith will go around the island, assess the safety of their location, and check if they can find a better area. Jin and Yoongi volunteered to look for edible plants in the forest, as well as to plot the location of fruit trees. Tae, Jungkook, and Lia agreed to go fishing. And Jimin volunteered himself and Cho to go collect firewood and leaves for cooking.

“Good thing we have camping experience, thanks to Bon Voyage.” Tae addressed the group with a grin. “It’s not going to be that easy. We had professionals to guide us then. We’re completely on our own now.” Yoongi answered. Tae visibly pouted. Someone clapped loudly in front, “Alright guys. Be safe, and make sure to get back before the sun sets. Don’t forget to get 1 whistle from the first aid kits per pair, in case you need to call for help.” Namjoon called out.

While Jimin collected their whistle, Cho approached Lia and asked quietly, “Hey, are you going to be okay with them?” Lia glanced at Tae and Jungkook, “I think I’ll be fine. They’re nice. Tae just seems.. hyperactive and playful.”, she gave Cho a reassuring smile. Cho couldn’t help feeling fond and protective of her. She was an only child, and has always longed to have a younger sister. Lia looked so gentle and innocent, Cho just wanted to put her in her pocket. “Are you going to be okay with him?”, she giggled, wiggling her brows, and bumped Cho’s hip, nodding her head towards Jimin who was coming back with 2 whistles and a small bag. Cho just rolled her eyes. So much for innocent.

Jimin approached you and put the whistle around your neck like a medal. Then he did the same to Cho. “Thank you! Please take care of Eonnie!” Cho said brightly as she bowed to him, before following Tae and Jungkook to collect things they can use for fishing. “What a sweet girl,” Jimin commented, watching her tap Jungkook’s shoulder shyly to announce her arrival. Then he sighed and turned to you, “Unlike someone here” You fake gasped, looking affronted. “What ever do you mean? I am sweet! Just not with you.”

We’ll see about that. Jimin thought as he gave her a smirk. “Anyways,” He opened the small bag he was carrying and showed Cho the contents. “I also got us some ropes we can use to tie around the firewood, aaand some bottled water and scissors.” Jimin showed his collection proudly. Scissors? “What are the scissors for?” Cho was confused. “Oh, I was thinking your pants may be a bit hard to move around in. It’s also very hot in this island. Do you want some help altering it?” Cho looked down her attire. Oh yeah, she was still wearing her airport clothes, sans her coat. She actually didn’t mind the length of her pants as it could provide protection from insect bites and stray branches, but it was hard to move around in. She was actually surprised Jimin had that forethought. “You know what, you’re right! Great thinking, 친구 (chingu/buddy)!”

Cho looked for an elevated surface she can sit on, “Give it here,” palm out, she asked Jimin for the scissors. In response, Jimin waved his finger in front of her face, “Ah, ah, ah. How can I let a lady do this by herself? We wouldn’t want you to accidentally cut your beautiful skin, would we? Now, sit back and relax, Stylist Jimin will do his magic!” He beamed, his eyes disappearing again. Then he kneeled in front of her and carefully fingered the hem of her pants, checking the best area from where to cut it. “Stretch your legs a bit,” Jimin said softly without looking up. Nervously, Cho did as told, scooting forward a bit to straighten her legs out and making sure to keep her legs closed. Jimin paused, and looked straight into her eyes.

“Spread your legs.” Cho almost choked. How dare he say something so suggestive! She knew he was just having fun teasing her, but the intensity of his gaze and the timber of his voice as he said those words were nowhere near the playful tone he was using earlier. Fearing her voice will betray her if she speaks, Cho responded by angling her body to the right and nodding to the outer seams of her pants. She was wordlessly telling him to cut from there instead. Jimin raised one of his brows but complied and proceeded to cut from the outer seams. He cut slowly and carefully, making sure the scissors do not touch her skin. As opposed to his hands that he made sure to keep contact with her leg the whole time.

Cho was holding her breath, trying to move her leg away from Jimin’s touch every once in a while. “Tsk. You’re going to make it hard for me if you keep squirming like that—” “Just finish it already!” Cho snapped. Jimin stood up, his body bent over hers, keeping in mind the task at hand. “Stop. Moving.” Jimin gripped her knees under her pants. Then he added, “Just relax.” as he softly caressed her knee with his thumb. “How high do you want me to cut it? Up to here?” Then he slowly moved his hand higher, up to her inner mid-thigh, “Or up to here?” He whispered to her left ear.

Cho wanted to push him away, she really did. But Jimin’s intensity was keeping her in place. It had been so long since she flirted with someone like this. And she was torn between giving in for fun, or backing away to seal herself away from men, as she had resolved to do.

“J-just above the knee is fine.” She answered breathlessly, her mind still at an impasse. “Then you really gotta spread your legs now, 예쁜아가씨 (yebbeun agassi/pretty lady)” He said just a bit above a whisper, then backed up a bit to look at her face. His eyes were sparkling with mirth. He was really enjoying this. Cho swallowed, and put her hand over Jimin’s hand that was holding the scissors. She pushed his hand gently, and stood up. “I think doing it this way would be easier. Why don’t you kneel back down and finish your work, Jimin-ssi?” Cho put her right hand on his left shoulder and gently pushed him down. Two can play this game, Park Jimin, and I won’t lose. Cho decided. She looked down at him, and tilted her head in challenge, when he did not move.

Jimin stared at her, trying to not let his awe show on his face. Why haven’t I goofed around with this kind of girls before? I never knew they were so much fun. He slid his hand from her ankle, up to her knee slowly and sensually, before answering, “Yes, my lady,”. His words were submissive, but his actions were anything but. He never broke eye-contact with her as he did this. His stare returning her challenge on who can really dominate the other. He nudged her leg to make her open up wider. Cho just rolled her eyes and complied. Jimin smiled and moved closer than necessary. Way closer, that his hair was already touching the material of her pants. Looking up, Jimin asked, “Is this okay?” His chin just a few millimeters away from her belly button.

You think this is going to make me back down? She smiled sweetly, “Oh yes!” Jimin smirked in victory and finally started cutting her pants along her knee. He made sure to caress her inner thigh more often than necessary. But not enough to make her knees buckle and accidentally cut her. He can feel her leg muscle tightening in tension, but when he glanced at her, she was the epitome of indifference. She was staring at her nails, looking bored out of her mind. Now cutting her pants from the other leg, Jimin couldn’t help but snigger. She was really competitive, he liked that very much. It spurs his own competitiveness. He snipped the last length of the material but didn’t let it fall on the ground. He put the scissors down and checked if she was looking at him. She wasn’t. Sneakily, he inched his finger further up until he reached the edge of her—

Jimin felt himself being pulled up, before his back was slammed into a tree trunk with his arm twisted behind him. His eyes widened as he found Cho’s body pushing against him, her elbow under his chin, her knee pushing into his groin.

“Ah, ah, ah. You wouldn’t want the pretty lady to think you’re not a gentleman, now, would you Jimin-ssi?” Her eyes were wide and alert, her chest heaving up and down as she catches her breath, but there was a small smile on her lips.

A woot was heard from behind them, “Whooo! That was hot!!” Hoseok was passing by when Cho launched her self-defense tricks on Jimin. “But is everything alright here?” He carefully watched their faces, trying to gauge the mood.

Jimin laughed out loud, “Alright, alright! I’m sorry. I lost.” Then he gave Cho his most powerful puppy dog eyes. Cho exhaled and let him go. Shaking her head from amusement. He really took her by surprise. She didn’t think he would go that far in a public place and her instincts just kicked in. She was just glad her body didn’t go into attack mode, she would hate herself if she gave Jimin any kind of injury.

“We’re fine hyung!” Then he waved Hoseok away. After he was gone, Jimin bent over, his hands on his knees. “What was that? Are you.. an MMA fighter or something?” He coughed. Cho quickly checked him over, “Oh no, are you okay? Did I hurt you? Oh no, oh no, oh no,” She was panicking, and Jimin realized she was as surprised as him with her actions. Jimin slid down along the tree trunk and slouched on the sand. More than anything, his pride was the most hurt.

“I’m sorry, I took a self-defense class when I started living alone. I was so paranoid that I took the lessons several times a year to make sure my body won’t forget the skills, and now.. my body just moves automatically. I’m so sorry! So sorry!” She continued to touch his neck to check for red marks.

Jimin can no longer count how many times this girl, woman, had him speechless with awe. He has never met anyone like her before. She was pretty, although not in a drop-dead gorgeous way. She was not the type you’d notice in a crowded room, but her confidence raises up her charm. She was kind, but she wouldn’t go down a fight. She was smart, but she was not condescending. It makes Jimin wonder whether other people are as multi-faceted as her, and if he just did not look at people closely. Or if this lady before him was simply a unique creation made to make him weak in the knees.

He caught her fiddling hands, and put them down gently. “I’m fine. You just caught me by surprise.” He reassured her. Then added self-consciously, “…I’m sorry if I took it too far.” To his surprise, she giggled.

“It’s okay, really. It was fun.” They stared and smiled at each other for a little while more before Cho finally stood up to check her new outfit.

*Her island outfit now looks a bit like this

“Thanks for helping me cut them. Let’s go get those firewood. I don’t want BTS to think I’m a slacker!” She laughed. Jimin stood up too and grabbed the small bag. “Hey. I’m BTS too!” He pulled something from the bag and handed it to Cho. “Here. I also got you this. Uhm, I just.. I thought..” He didn’t really know how to explain why he got her a shirt to cover herself up. She was still wearing her fitted tank and he didn’t want her going around the island in front of everyone looking like that.

Especially not in front of that liar, Keith. But after practically feeling her up, he was at a loss.

“You want me to wear this? Hmm. Alright, turn around. Make sure no one’s looking.” He was so glad she didn’t question him over it anymore. She didn’t really feel like removing her top out in the open so she just pulled the blouse over her current top. “Done! Okay, let’s go!” She started walking towards the trees but he stopped her.

“Wait. I’m changing too. You don’t have to turn.” He winked and gathered the hem of his sweatshirt, and lifted It up to his chest. “You are perfectly welcome to look.” Then he pulled his sweatshirt over his shoulders and head. He threw the shirt aside and pulled another white shirt from the bag. Of course, he took his time and flexed his muscles. Cho was too shocked to react, so she just watched. He was really fit. She already knew that. He definitely knew that. The little shit. He did his signature move of pushing his hair back away from his forehead then said cutely “Jjan! Let’s go 예쁜 아가씨~ ” He grabbed her hand and led the way to the trees. Cho simply smiled and shook her head and let him lead her.

[ Jimin changed from this to this ]

Lia shyly tapped Jungkook’s arm. “Hi, here’s our whistle that I got from Jimin-oppa! What else can I help with?” Jungkook smiled at her and shook his head, “It’s alright, V-hyung and I will carry everything.” She looked at all things they had to carry, it looked a handful. “Are you sure? I can carry at least one of those.” She felt an arm drop around her shoulders and turned to see it was Taehyung. “That’s right! We just need your cute self cheering for us~ ” Lia stepped back and bowed to him, “안영하세요 (annyeonghaseyo), I’m Lia. Nice to meet you!” She introduced herself again since it’s their first time talking to each other. Then she stepped closer to Jungkook. She felt uncomfortable being touched by Tae for some reason. She hardly knew him, after all.

Jungkook tried to hide his smile. He felt strangely pleased that Lia seemed more comfortable around him. He knew he was developing a crush on her. It didn’t help that Lia was treating him like a normal person, and not a worldwide superstar. He really loved that. Their kiss also had a huge effect on him. It wasn’t his first kiss. He’s not a fuck boy like Tae, but he did have his own share of sexual partners in the past. But he found that Lia ‘kissing’ him for medical purposes was hotter than any other kiss he had in the past. Maybe he had a doctor/patient kink. Huh.

“Hey guys, get some change of clothes over here!” Jin called them over to gather around the suitcases they collected.

From their airport outfits:

To island outfits:

*Tae and JK said they were already comfortable and didn’t need a change of clothes >_<

The fishing trio then headed down the beach to where Suga and Jin directed them. “This is fun. I have never actually tried fishing before. How about you guys?” Lia asked as she tried to spot some fish under the clear water. Jungkook was tying a safety pin on the edge of the stick they collected. “Well, Suga-hyung and Jin-hyung love fishing. I sometimes join them. But I couldn’t sit too long without moving. It’s meant for highly lethargic people, I think.” He gave her a sideways glance and smile. Lia moved closer to him, his makeshift fishing pole catching her attention. Jungkook felt his heart beat faster. Damn.

“I’ll try to catch some with my bare hands!” Tae shouted with his box smile plastered on his face, already knee-deep in the waters. He had removed his shirt to use it as a net. Jungkook highly doubted he’d catch anything with that. But he knew there was no stopping that Hyung from doing what he wants. He was more concerned over Lia seeing him topless. He looked back at her, only to see that she’s back to checking out the makeshift fishing pole he had in his hands. His eyes widened as she placed her hands on top of his, to help tie the thread. She giggled, “Your hands are too big, here let me.” He gave her the pole, glad to have a reason to keep watching her.

Lia’s forehead was scrunched up in concentration, her slim fingers working hard to tie the thread securely. Her hair was slowly falling over her shoulder, hiding her face. Before he could realize what he was doing, his hand was tucking her hair neatly behind her ear, so he could see her face better. Jungkook froze, his mind zooming over excuses he could say. But Lia just said thanks softly, and continued her work without even glancing at him.

Whew. Jungkook let go of the breath he was holding. That was a close one. But he couldn’t help feeling disappointed that he seemed to have no effect on her. He dropped his arms and pouted to himself.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Tae smirked to himself, his hands on his waist. He witnessed that tiny episode. And Jungkook may not have noticed it, but Tae definitely saw how red Lia’s face was when Jungkook touched her. “Wah, I put my arm around her and she practically runs away. But Kookie does that cheesy thing and she blushes so cutely?” He does a thinking pose, his thumb and index finger cupping his chin. “Let’s see~ First there’s my Chimmy and that noona. Then here we have Kookie and little miss doctor. Tae tae is going to have soooo much fun! I’m sure one of those couples would be open for some threesome action. Kekeke- WAH! A fish! Come here fishyyyyy.”

“So… I’ve been meaning to ask. Have we met before?” Cho finally decided to just ask the question that has been nagging her ever since she woke up on that island. “I mean... I’m sure that as much of a flirt you are, you don’t just try to hit on random strangers, especially while stuck on an island.” Cho straightened up and dropped the sticks she collected beside Jimin who was trying to tie up the last batch of firewood they collected. Sweat was collecting on his forehead. The veins on his arms were bulging out as he put all his strength in securing the ropes. While waiting for him to answer, Cho thought how admirable he is. She had not thought of BTS for a long time. She used to listen to their music and even watched some of their variety shows. She had been a fan for a year before her life had turned haywire. She never even got the chance to see them live. The changes she made to her life indirectly caused BTS to disappear from her radar.

Anyways, she found it admirable that the boys were all trying their best in this situation. Not one of them had shown a diva attitude, as is usually expected from some big name superstars. They had been nothing but considerate and treated everyone as equals. She suddenly froze, a weird thought passing through her mind. We’re not in some hidden camera prank, right? Jimin wouldn’t be openly flirting with me if we were. She looked around urgently, trying to make out cameras from behind the leaves and bushes.

“What are you doing?” She snapped her head back to look at Jimin. “We’re not- you’re not- currently filming are you? Like some BTS in the Wildlife or something?” Cho asked him, her eyes still fearful. Then she went back to paranoidly checking their surroundings. Then Jimin laughed out loud. He was laughing so hard, he fell from the log he was sitting on. “Ah, really. You’re really amazing.” Cho visibly deflated, hanging her head down. “I know it’s crazy. It’s just— Argh!” Cho kicked some dirt “It’s not entirely impossible, you know.”

“It is. We’re not going to string along innocent strangers like you, and subject you to this kind of trauma— just for a show.” He has calmed down and sat beside you on the log again. “We’re all just.. stuck in this unfortunate situation together.” Both of you sighed, lost in your individual thoughts. “We have met before. Back in the airport.” Cho looked confused. Jimin scooted away from her and cleared his throat.

“Want to see some… magic?” He said in an animated voice then looked around the forest exaggeratedly. Cho’s eyes widened in realization. “You saw that??” Then she laughed. Such a lovely laugh. “Oh my goodness. But- I didn’t see you there? I’m sure I would’ve noticed the commotion if Park Jimin was seen in public.” She paused, thinking some more, then gasped. She narrowed her eyes at Jimin as her mind put two and two. “Bucket hat. With mask? That was you? Huh.”

Jimin eye-smiled. “Bingo! I went there for some peace and quiet. But instead, I saw a pretty lady performing some magic tricks. I never asked about your job. You were so good with that kid. Are you a teacher?” Cho leaned on one arm and stared into space. “I was once. But about 2-3 years ago I changed professions. I’m a linguist now. I study different languages and do all sorts of jobs related to that.”

“Do you regret changing your job?” Jimin asked softly.

“Huh? No, I.. I really like my job. And I’m happy to be working with languages. It’s really amazing. Every country has something unique to their language and sometimes, there are words or phrases that has no direct translation to any other language. And it’s all because of their culture. We are all humans, but we grew up with different beliefs and values, and that’s how many conflicts arose. But it makes me think, what if the whole world has only ONE language, and ONE culture, like- the human culture, wouldn’t it create less misunderstandings? But then— it would be so sad to have all the existing culture to just stop.. existing.” Cho sighed deeply, then got lost in her thoughts silently.

Jimin burst into giggles. “Cho, Ah~ Cho! You’re really, really, so fun and interesting! Aside from the fact that you sounded very passionate about what you do, did you realize that you switched back and forth from Korean and Japanese??”

Cho’s jaw dropped. “Oh no! I do tend to do that when I’m rambling and when my thoughts are so fast!” Then she laughed, “I got fired from a couple of translating jobs because of that.” She said matter-of-factly. She chuckled then looked up. “It’s getting dark, we should head back.” Cho carried a couple of firewood bundles, “Don’t even think of stopping me. You can’t carry ALL of that.” Jimin just nodded and teased you, “Hai~ (Yes in Japanese) ” Cho laughed, “Stop teasing me!”

A/N: My chapters are getting longer! Yay! I’m sorry some members’ parts are short! As much as I’d love to make equal parts for OT7, this story is mainly revolving around Jimin and JK’s love story, plus the overall plot. I’m also too excited to finish the story and get to the good parts. When the story is finished, I might make some one shots about the other members in this universe. I actually have the Season 2 for this story planned out already. I am that excited, lol.

CREDITS FOR THE PHOTOS NOT MINE. Found all of them on Pinterest! Let me know if it’s yours and want it to be taken down. :)

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[Translation] Machine Elements - Glossary

QUELL Profiles were supposed to be next and then VAZZROCK but because a lot of terms come up that are a bit too technical and world-exclusive, I decided to go ahead with the glossary first ^^

Also, thank you so much to Deea for the scans and for helping with the editing for the previous Machine Elements posts~!

※ Please don’t re-post and re-translate this interview under any circumstances. If you want to translate it to your native language, I can provide the kanji I transcribed from the scans ^^

Under the cut, enjoy~!

꧁GLOSSARY꧂

☐ RUINS

① The wreckage of a place filled with the remains of seemingly complex machinery made with technology much advanced than the current civilization’s capabilities.

No one knows where it came from, who made them, and what they were used for.

But, there is no doubt that those ruins existed together with humans 3000 years ago and that they were related in some way.

From what is known, there are legends that human life and other forms of vegetation were cradled in this thing called the [Ruins], a legend known to a lot of people that it came from the Heavens. Though a lot of scholars have studied it and have made plausible explanations, important questions still remain.

One, why did mankind suddenly abandon all those advanced knowledge and skills?

Two, why is there no record left of the Ruins aside from the ones from 3000 years ago?

② The Ruins are scattered everywhere. There are records of it being seen deep under the sea, deep in the highest mountains, and even in the deep forests that not even people from before have explored. What is known is that it was dotted with a lot of different kinds of regions everywhere.

In other words, there are still a lot more things left to be discovered.

☐ RUINS (continued)

③ It is understood what kinds of knowledge and skills these Ruins possessed but how they were put to practical use and what worth they had remains unfathomable.

Because it is academically and monetarily valuable, the Ruins are regarded as one part of a certain existing country, protected by its national laws. However, since some of the borders existing remain ambiguous, a lot of other countries continue to fight over some of the Ruins’ borders. It is not an uncommon occurrence for these countries to continue fighting for ownership.

The reports about the Ruins were disseminated to the public societies and so, the relics are being illegally dug and are being scattered all over. The poor preservation state is also becoming a problem.

Because of all that’s mentioned, the way of trying to solve the mystery of the Ruins is becoming more rugged than ever.

④ Each Ruin has their own untouchable space called a [SPIRIT].

Most theories dictate that hidden inside the structure probably lies the Ruin’s core mechanism. It’s because of the external action interference that it was called SPIRIT (SPIRIT = Mind, Body, and Soul).

The SPIRIT is covered by a particularly strong metallic material. The planet’s current technology can’t disassemble or move it so it’s impossible for them to be able to take a look inside.

Many scholars have attempted to solve this mystery but so far, none has made successful progress.

There are theories that say that it’s the SPIRIT’s powers that make it possible for the Ruins to move while some theorize that the SPIRIT is where each Ruins’ religious place lies and that it is hiding a god inside of it.

⑤ For a long time, it was believed that Ruins were only sighted either above ground or underwater but recently, because of a certain incident, Ruins that move in the sky have also been discovered.

However, with the current technology, there exists no machinery that can take humans up to the floating Ruins. Since no one has managed to step foot inside of one, no one knows what they could look like within.

☐ MACHINE ELEMENTS

① Just like the name suggests, they are the world’s foundations, invisible elements.

In old texts, what was written inside was [Foundation] but, as time passed by, it unknowingly turned into [Machine Elements]. (1)

It seems that this was because of all the machine relics that were being excavated from the Ruins around the world.

② The Machine Elements are roughly divided into four: [Fire] [Water] [Wind] and [Earth]. However, in the recent years, relics which contained two additional Elements called [Light] and [Darkness]. It became a huge topic of interest.

However, those relics suddenly disappeared.

Since there was a lack of evidence, and as people gradually forgot about it, it was never officially recognized.

③ The nature of the materials makes it possible for the Machine Elements to be operated as long as they share the same Element. As such, each Ruins’ foundation has their own Element.

For example, coal that is imbued with its natural Machine Element of fire will make it easier to burn and ignite.

Medicinal plants that holds its natural Machine Element of water will make its healing properties more effective… et cetera.

Among human beings, there are those that are born with an affinity for handling their natural Element. As such, those people go on to work as Craftsmen.

④ While the Machine Elements are something that people are familiar with, there are many who do not know or are unsure of it because they are not seen by the eyes.

What decides whether one is good at handling their Machine Element or not?

Where does the variation in the Machine Element’s material come from?

Are the Machine Elements limited or infinite?

What exactly is a Machine Element’s composition?

The only thing that is certain is the fact that humankind lives with these Machine Elements as their world’s [Foundation] despite it being vague and unclear to them.

☐ GUILDS

① A Guild is a group of Craftsmen that have the privileged status to use special skills and special techniques.

Each Guild has their own specialty. There are guilds that specialize in engineering machinery, there are guilds that are specially skilled with handling their natural Machine Element, the Foundation of their world. Then, there are guilds that focus on fighting, there are guilds that specialize in market and trade, and many other kinds.

② The Guilds vary with the number of its members and what kind of activities they do.

The 12 leading Guilds are known and named after the 12 regions where their bases are located at and so, they have come to be known as [The Twelve Regions]. They are strongly independent and do not take orders even from the National States. Not only that, but they also have exceptional capabilities and are very influential.

Thus, if one person becomes a Guildmaster, he is treated like a world-level VIP, the same way the rulers of the National States are treated.

These [Twelve Regions] make up the Guild Federation (traditionally just called the ‘Federation’), which organizes the guilds all over the world. In order to be called a guild, it is a must to get the Federation’s approval.

The rule of the Federation is that there will be no hierarchy within the guilds, that all guilds are to be equal. In the present day, as well as in the past, all guilds were of equal status and power. The way of decision is done by majority voting.

③ It has been closely related to the people’s lives for a long time that some people are more devoted to their guilds than their own nations.

Since the Guilds generally respect the nation where their bases are located, it is believed that there has never been a confrontation between Nation and Guild.

④ It is often misunderstood but, not all Guild members are Craftsmen nor does it mean that all Craftsmen are Guild members.

There are members in charge of clerk work, people who are in charge accounting… There are also those in charge of business matters. A lot of normal, non-Craftsmen people can also be members of Guilds.

According to the latest statistics, about half of the Craftsmen population work for guilds while the other half do independent work.

While being a Guild member might bring special privileges, they also come with unique restrictions. There are many Craftsmen who are aware and therefore dislike the idea of being in a guild.

⑤ Establishing a guild is surprisingly easy.

If a representative Guildmaster sends a letter of notification to the Guild Federation, it is possible for them to get their certification as quick as the next day after as long as they pass the Federation’s examination.

It is not possible for a guild to be established if there is no Craftsman present. As long as there is one, be it the Guildmaster or not, it is possible to be approved even if the rest of the members are ordinary people.

There are a lot of cases where a skilled Craftsman or a world-class Meister create their own guild with just their students and disciples. However, if this Craftsman retires or dies without a successor to follow him, the Guild is automatically deleted from record.

⑥ The proof of being a Guild member varies from Guild to Guild.

There are guilds that wear matching ornaments, guilds that use tattoos as proof, guilds that didn’t know proof were needed, and even guilds who decide not to have any at all.

Though it is rare for a member to use that proof to do evil acts and taint the Guild’s name, it is usually judged by a National Agency. But, before they actually come to hold a judgment, the concerned member will already receive punishment from the Guild.

Whether the punishment will be a personal one or whether it will be pardoned is also another proof of the privilege of being a Guild member.

⑦ In order to protect the public order of a guild whose base is located in huge cities, only the Guild itself and the Guild Federation will be keeping a strict watch on the guild members’ activities.

Though guilds do their activities with guaranteed independence, if what they do is essentially against public and moral standards then, the Guild Federation will have to interfere.

There is a guild that specializes in watching over those guilds and they do so by sending spies (often called the “Doves”) to guilds all over the world,

☐ CRAFTSMEN

A title given to those who have mastered a certain technique or skill.

A degree or a qualification.

Twice every year, awards are given to those who performed exceptionally in the simultaneous testing that the Machine City of Suzaku does.

Those who are recognized as exceptional Craftsmen are given silver rings as proof of their accomplishments.

Although the title and the ring itself have no special powers, it does grant a higher social status, providing credibility and making it easier to find employment and job promotions.

Since having a skilled Craftsman is vital to the survival of a guild, it has become a special feature for the famous guilds from all over the world to come to the testing site to be able to scout those that perform exceptionally.

By the way, whether a skilled Craftsman decides to join a guild is of his own volition. And although forcing someone to join a guild is an offense, there are still reports of it happening in the present day.

☐ MEISTER

It is a title given to a Craftsman who has exhibited astonishing abilities.

There are only a few of them in the world, a genius among geniuses, and as such they are always the focus of public attention.

They don’t particularly like the attention so there are some Meisters who live while concealing their title.

While personal achievements are a must to be considered a Meister, they also need to be referred by someone from the Twelve Regions and in addition, their qualification needs to be agreed upon by the majority of the Guild Federation. As such, only very few people hold the title.

☐ TWELVE REGIONS

The twelve Guilds representing the world.

Though not necessarily large, there are guilds that kept the name of their guild from its long history.

Guild names like Procellarum, Fluna, Seleas, SOARA, VAZZY are some of them.

Though there are the independent and well-known established guilds, there have also been relatively new guilds coming into light and there have been voices of concern regarding their detachment from the current situations.

☐ TENSION BETWEEN NATIONS

Though there is continuous tension with the national borders, there has never been an armed clash between nations for at least 50 years.

However, the recent phenomena of the discovery of the [Light] and [Dark] Elements, as well as the appearance of the floating Ruins has caused a great upset to the already decades-long established concepts. The tension between major powers have recently started to grow as well.

The floating Ruins in particular have been suspected of being a new weapon that a certain nation has developed. And though it has been ruled out as a possibility, the tension still continues to rise.

Translator’s Notes:

(1) The kanji characters for “Foundation” are 「基礎」and the kanji characters for “Machine Elements” are 「機素」 They’re both pronounced “kiso” so over the years, the writers of the olden texts replaced “Foundation” with “Machine Elements” to further suit the machine relics that they use as the foundation/basis to maintain their world.

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hey y'know what I haven't done I havent asked about your characters but I don't know their names YET so how about we just drop these here 🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊 and you tell me about whoever you'd like so I can meet em

Aaaa! Thank you! And almost all of my characters are up on this page if ya wanna check it out!

Velancea

She’s the commander. She’s the epitome of strength and fighting through hardships. She’s an inspiration to everyone and everything.

But she’s terrified.

She’s terrified of losing those she has grown so close with. She can’t even think about losing Canach, despite her avoiding him many times as a result of not wanting to deal with the aftermath of their relationship during the events of HoT. She loves him, but is terrified of letting herself love him out of fear of losing him, and she will hold herself and her true emotions back for as long as she needs to in hopes of preventing this from happening, and saving herself from further trauma and heartbreak.

She’s terrified of letting people down. She’s constantly “leading” large groups of people into a fight that could result the loss of their lives or worse circumstances than they began with.

She’s scared, but more scared of showing this emotion publicly than anything. She’s the commander. She knows no fear. She can’t be defeated. She’s immortal.

Right.

She’s the commander.

Remulys & Draigean (I remember getting a message about how I seem to connect most of my characters through their origins and forgot to mention that even these two crazies have had run-ins)

Some time after Albion had been taken in by the wardens and left her control, Draigean ran into Remulys. There was heavy flirting going on between the two (really more just aggressive remarks on Remulys’ part that Draigean found endearing cause let’s be real, Remi can’t flirt. He’s too angry). They were sharing a drink and she brought up him joining the nightmare court, as he could be a great asset to them. However, Remulys declined, as he always did (followed by either killing or cutting out the tongues of those who asked). When threatened, Draigean only seemed to want him more. He was untameable and unhinged, much like herself. The two have slept together a time or two after that, and Remulys eventually disappeared, never staying in one place for too long.

It’s likely they’ll meet again, and it’s very possible that one may end up dead at the other’s hands, but it only makes their encounters all the more exciting.

Clodagh

Clodagh has had nightmares just about every night since she escaped Vorpp and his research crew before they reached their lab. She was always haunted by the violet eyes she saw before she made her escape. This lead to many night terrors and absolute guilt, as she hadn’t attempted to save anyone else. After finding that man, Canach, years later, she was almost brought to tears. He was alive. He had survived. Clodagh had never found a survivor (or one she recognized, at least), and she wanted nothing more than to just fall to her knees crying and thanking all above that he was alive. Even after their hours of talking, Clodagh knew she still couldn’t make up for leaving him and the others behind way back when. She’s come to terms with knowing she will never be able to. Even still, whenever she is with Vel and Dragon’s Watch, she is always looking out for Canach. Always. She knows he’s survived and made it well on his own, but her instinct will always be to protect him. He is always her top priority, though never lets it be known to anyone else. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if he dies and she was able to prevent it in any way.

Driskel

After Remulys changed and became unhinged due to Mordremoth’s partial corruption that he fought through, he began to target people he knew in order to learn their magic skills. Driskel was someone Vel introduced Remulys to after he’d finally woken from his pod (Driskel found Vel anxiously waiting for Remi to wake, and kept her company and eased her worries). Driskel is a mesmer, and Remulys found the magic of a mesmer to be valuable to him. He could do so much more if he could clone himself, portal, and do just about everything else a person of that profession could do. After the unfortunate first encounter between Remulys and Velancea post-HoT, she had a gut feeling that he could go after Driskel, and contacted people to take Driskel into the Grove and keep him there as to protect him from being taken by Remulys and ultimately be tortured into teaching the corrupted sylvari his magical profession. While he was at first lost on the whole reasoning for being taken to the Grove and put under heavy protection, Driskel was thankful in the long run for Vel’s instincts, as they proved to be true.

Porphyra

She knows nothing of her past life as a dragon. In her current life of a “sylvari,” she only knows that something isn’t quite right. Even so, she still has dreams about a “past life” and it both scares and excites her. Part of her is excited to figure things out. It’s a mystery she can take a journey to solve. Unfortunately, she’s also at high risk for experimentation with each draconic feature that appears on her body. In addition to this, she is constantly frustrated with just not knowing and at times she just wants to break down in tears from the confusion and pressure to figure out who she is before she’s found and kidnapped.

#this is long #and i feel like it's a mess #but here it is! finally!#sorry for the wait and the possible incoherence of it all #but thank you so much for the ask!#xiu-quatl #gw2 #guild wars 2 #sylvari #velancea #remulys #draigean #clodagh #driskel #porphyra

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Fic (Excerpt): Performance Art

aka. asoiaf rarepairs week just started and I realise I cannot possibly get my fill for the first day done today (esp. as I'm already a whole day late and just taking advantage of the timezone difference so y'all won't notice), so I'm going to post the first scene here so I can feel like I've accomplished something, and finish the rest of it, er, whenever

Characters/Pairing: Bran/Theon, various Rating: Teen Spoilers: None really Warnings: Cursing, implied homophobia Prompt: Faking Dating

Okay, this is stupid. Bran is not going to pretend the whole situation isn't stupid. If someone was coming up with a list of reasons why he is not yet a mature and responsible individual and should not be trusted to make his own decisions (which he suspects the rest of his family has done behind his back), this whole evening would probably end up pretty close to the top.

He was just trying to be a good friend, go see the art gallery when Jojen asked. He even managed to talk his mum into letting him go on his own, telling her that Jojen's sister would drive them and her car had plenty of space for the chair. He was anticipating a nice, relaxing evening, looking at art and nodding along with Jojen's explanations of what it all means, feeling like a proper grown up.

Of course, forgot to account for the fact Jojen is Jojen, so he's buggered off somewhere in his infuriatingly mysterious way, and left little Bran all on his lonesome, trying not to panic.

And then he gets cornered.

Because why not?

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Bran winces, and reluctantly turns around to see – Joffrey Baratheon, bloody hell. He hasn't even seen Joffrey Baratheon in years, not since the tool finally graduated, something Bran is grateful for every day.

As long as he can remember Joffrey has held this irrational grudge against his family, ever since Sansa dumped him when they were like thirteen. You'd think he'd move on eventually, but no. And Joffrey might not be very physically intimidating, but because his family are so rich (and probably mobbed up) he's very good at making physically intimidating friends. And Bran, typically one to be cautious about conflict and get his own back through less direct methods, starts looking for exit routes.

“Er. Hi Joffrey,” he says, his eyes scanning the room, probably looking quite a bit like a deer in the headlights. See Jojen, this is what happens when you pull your disappearing trick on me.

Joffrey, having clearly not become any less of a budding psychopath in the past two years (or, okay, given he's like twenty now he probably doesn't count as 'budding' anymore), seems pleased to see Bran is uncomfortable, and takes a step forward. “So what are you doing here?” he asks, but he doesn't pretend to care about the answer. “I can't believe my mother talked me into coming into this stupid exhibit. Urgh. I can't stand modern art.”

Bran has mixed feelings about modern art himself, but feels an instinctive need to come to the defense of all the creators who put their hearts and souls into the works on display only to be thoughtlessly dismissed by a boy who's never been invested in any work of art that doesn't feature a baby being smashed open with a hammer. Then he remembers he's trying to avoid being beaten up.

“Uh, well, I'm here with my...” he says, somewhat cowardlily (if that's a word). Joffrey raises an eyebrow. My what? thinks Bran. He's mostly here for Jojen's sakes, but telling Joffrey he's here with a friend could mean anything, and if Jojen never actually shows up again, he can only work so much as a human shield. And even if Jojen was here: with all due respect, he weighs as much as some twigs. How much of a disincentive to Joffrey having some of his buddies throw Bran in the alley out back could he possibly be?

“...boyfriend.”

Wait, what?

Bran sees Joffrey's claw clench immediately, like he disapproves, but Bran knows he has to be careful about what he says, ever since his mother – who also happens to be mayor – got caught on tape making disparaging comments about Mrs. Merryweather's sexuality, and has been desperately trying to repair her relationship with the local LGBTQ community ever since (Bran's pretty sure he's saw Mrs. Lannister and Mrs. Merryweather holding hands under the table at official functions before that as well, confusing the matter for him, but he's not one to gossip).

“I see,” says Joffrey. Bran now realises what a stupid thing that was to say. He just wanted to warn Joffrey that he does in fact have someone waiting in the wings who can and will beat up anyone who messes with him.

Except, you know, he doesn't. He has no boyfriend anywhere in his life story. No girlfriend either, for that matter. He's a nerd. And if Joffrey finds out he lied, then he's definitely getting beaten up.

Joffrey gives him a thorough once-over, then snorts. “Didn't know you swung that way, Stark,” he says, and Bran finds himself blushing. Admittedly, he doesn't think about his own sexuality that much – mostly because it is general a pretty theoretical subject. “Still. Shouldn't be surprised.”

Bran is just about to lose control of himself and snap when suddenly, a hand lands on his shoulder and makes him jump (as best he can anyway). “Hey Bran.”

He spins around and sees a figure looming overhead. Tall. Older. Handsome. And with muscles specially trained from years of swim practice, enough to make any of Joffrey's cronies think twice. Bran is swamped with relief, and throws his arms around the man's waist desperately. “Theon!”

Theon jumps, understandably startled given that despite having been his older brother's best friend since forever, Bran doesn't really like him, has never really liked him, and they've certainly never greeted each other with hugs before. Bran doesn't know why, but Theon has always just gotten under his skin for some reason, with his clever grin and dirty jokes that he only says when he thinks the kids (and he is still very much a kid in Theon's eyes) aren't listening, but always manage to make him blush. Usually whenever he's over hanging out with Robb, Bran spends the time safely secluded in his room, being irrationally and inexplicably frustrated by the situation.

Under ordinary circumstances, Theon Greyjoy is the last person in the world who he would ask to be his pretend boyfriend. Especially because Theon is absolutely going to tell Robb, and then Bran is never going to live it down for the rest of his life. But, Bran reasons, Theon is the person unfortunate enough to have wandered in now, and you know what they say about desperate times and desperate measures. Annoying as he is, Bran does trust Theon, more or less – at the very least, he's certain Theon can't let him get beaten up without Robb murdering him. Ergo, he'll do in a crisis.

Confused as he must be, Theon does lean down to very awkwardly return his hug. Bran takes advantage to whisper in his ear: “I'm really sorry about this. Please just play along?”

Theon seems seems bewildered when he stands back up, but when Bran grasps his hand and clasps it tight, he starts to get the idea. His eyes go wide, and then he purses his lips together, like he can hardly keep from laughing. When Bran looks at Joffrey again, the boy looks disgusted, but is trying to hide it. “So,” he says, “is this your...?”

“Mm-hmm,” says Bran, maybe too quickly. “He's older though, off at uni, so you don't see him around much. And he's off at athletics training most of the time. He's really strong.” He hopes that sounds more like hormonal gushing and less like the veiled threat it really is. Theon lets out a brisk laugh, and Bran smacks his arm to keep him from giving the game away.

Joffrey squints at Theon suspiciously. “You look familiar somehow.”

Crap. Bran's heart races. He was really hoping Theon graduated long enough ago that Joffrey wouldn't remember him. Theon gives Bran a questioning look, and Bran can only shrug at him, not sure what to say. “You might have seen me in a magazine or something?” Theon eventually suggests.

Magazine? Who even reads magazines? But Theon has started the lie and Bran is better off just going with it. “Yeah, with his school swim team,” he adds. “They're very successful, so they get in all the sports papers and stuff.”

Joffrey looks at them – then scoffs, muttering something under his breath about 'oh, is that the sort of magazine he's in?' Bran gets annoyed again, but Theon squeezes his hand before he can do anything stupid. “Well, my mother's probably looking for me by now, so anyway,” Joffrey declares imperiously, giving them both a withering glance. “...Bye you two.”

The naked contempt is still annoying, but Bran is too busy being relieved when Joffrey decides to leave him the fuck alone to worry much about it. He lets out a sigh, and he expects Theon to let go of his hand as soon as possible. Instead, he simply feels the hand still in his own start to shake, as Theon can no longer contain his laughter. Bran groans loudly. “Oh, don't,” he says, fully aware that Theon is not going to take any notice.

“Sorry, kid,” Theon forces through his guffaws, not sounding the least bit apologetic. “Still, do I want to know? Are you trying to stick it to your ex or something?”

“What? No. Ew.” Bran looks up at gives Theon his own withering glare, which at least quietens the laughter, if not stopping it entirely. “He's Sansa's ex, remember? Yeah, he's had a grudge against our whole family for years. And given his family connections, I was a bit afraid he'd have me beaten up if he thought he could at all get away with it.”

“Right, that cunt,” Theon nods along, laughter mostly under control now, and Bran finds himself blushing at how casually Theon drops such foul language. “So, am I your valiant protector then?” he asks, winding his arm around Bran's shoulders and the back of his chair. “Your knight in shining armour?”

That doesn't help Bran's blush, and he finds he's surprisingly hot given Theon is barely making any actual contact with him. The air conditioning in this place must be broken. “You're a person I know who's reasonably tall and has done some sports,” he says, dropping his gaze to the floor. “Don't let it go to your head.”

Theon laughs once more at that, and Bran sighs, starting to wheel away – he ought to figure out where the friend he actually came here with has gotten to. As he starts to move however, he realises that Theon is walking alongside him, and he looks up disbelievingly. “What, are you going to follow me around all night?” he asks.

He gets an equally disbelieving look in return. “Well, yes,” says Theon. “If I'm pretending to be your boyfriend kid, we might have to spend time together,” he points out. Bran opens his mouth to argue, and then realises that no, Theon is one hundred percent right. Dammit. “Besides, you're a terrible liar. There's no way you're pulling this one off if I'm not there to do the acting for you, and then you really will get beaten up, and then Robb will kill me. Not worth it.”

As if to prove his point, Theon leans over once more and kisses Bran – totally chastely, on the top of his head. Still, Bran turns bright red again, and wraps his arms around himself protectively. “Fine,” he mutters, annoyed. In hindsight, it would have been easier if he let Mum come with him after all.

When he looks back up, Theon is grinning like he's looking forward to this way more than he ought to be.

#asoiafrarepairs #asoiafrarepairweek #bran stark #theon greyjoy #bran x theon #(i may be the only person in the universe who ships this but anyway)#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #fanfic

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Sansa: Five Suitors For Her Claim and One For Love

I knew the Ashford Tourney had been linked to Sansa’s storyline and when reading the Dunk and Egg novellas myself, I couldn’t help but notice her common points with Rohanne Webber, known as the Red Widow.

When I started writing this post, I didn’t realise that norwaywolf123 had already adressed the Sansa Stark-Rohanne Webber connection on Westeros.org (link here). He thinks that Sansa might marry Jaime, which is certainly not outside the realm of possibility.

I have a different interpretation which expands on the Ashford theory, so I still decided to post this.

The Ashford Tourney Theory: A Recap

I’d like to give credit to nobodysuspectsthebutterfly and bluefoot3 (reddit) for noticing the parallel between the champions at the end of the first day and Sansa’s suitors in the books.

You can check out nobodysuspectsthebutterfly’s post here and bluefoot3′s here.

The Tourney is organised by Lord Ashford to celebrate the thirteenth birthday of his daughter, who is reigning Queen of Love and Beauty. Each of her defenders is wearing her favor, a wisp of orange silk knotted around their arm.

At the end of the first day, the champions are:

Lyonel Baratheon, Tybolt Lannister, after defeating Robert Ashford and Androw Ashford respectively (the brothers of the thirteen years old maid)

Leo Tyrell

Humfrey Hardyng, unable to continue after his tilt with Aerion Targaryen, whose lance targeted his horse in a display of bad sportmanship.

Prince Valarr Targaryen

Four of these champions share a family name with Sansa’s suitors, which raises the question: is a Targaryen going to be her next suitor?

The Tourney doesn’t proceed the next day. A trial of seven is organised instead, after Aerion attacks a group of puppeters for slaying a mummer’s dragon, and Duncan intervenes, striking the Prince.

Rohanne Webber and Sansa Stark’s Similarities

Both have red hair

Rohanne Webber’s red hair was bound up in a braid so long it brushed past her thighs, and she had a dimpled chin, a snub nose, and a light spray of freckles across her cheeks.

- The Sworn Sword

"Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that. I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft . . . the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper.

- ACOK, Catelyn VII

They’re said to use poison or sorcery to kill husbands / betrothed

Dunk wanted no trouble with the Lady of the Coldmoat. At Standfast you heard ill things of her. The Red Widow, she was called, for the husbands she had put into the ground. Old Sam Stoops said she was a witch, a poisoner, and worse.

- The Sworn Sword

Assuming Joffrey had not simply choked to death on a bit of food, which even Tyrion found hard to swallow, Sansa must have poisoned him.

- ASOS, Tyrion IX

"What wife?"

"I forgot, you've been hiding under a rock. The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window. But she left the dwarf behind and Cersei means to have his head."

That's stupid, Arya thought. Sansa only knows songs, not spells, and she'd never marry the Imp.

- ASOS, Arya XIII

One of their husbands / betrothed was said to have died by choking

My brother was [the third husband], Ser Simon Staunton, who had the great misfortune to choke upon a chicken bone.

- The Sworn Sword

The High Septon knelt beside him. "Father Above, judge our good King Joffrey justly," he intoned, beginning the prayer for the dead. Margaery Tyrell began to sob, and Tyrion heard her mother Lady Alerie saying, "He choked, sweetling. He choked on the pie. It was naught to do with you. He choked. We all saw."

- ASOS, Tyrion VIII

Suitors are more interested in her lands than her person

Cleyton Caswell and Simon Leygood have been the most persistent [suitors], though they seem more interested in her lands than in her person.

- The Sworn Sword

"His Grace the royal pustule has made Sansa's life a misery since the day her father died, and now that she is finally rid of Joffrey you propose to marry her to me. That seems singularly cruel. Even for you, Father."

"Why, do you plan to mistreat her?" His father sounded more curious than concerned. "The girl's happiness is not my purpose, nor should it be yours. Our alliances in the south may be as solid as Casterly Rock, but there remains the north to win, and the key to the north is Sansa Stark."

- ASOS, Tyrion III

They both disappear on a Lannister husband, (thought to be) a kinslayer

A genial man, known to be exceedingly clever, Gerold had served as regent for his young niece, but the suddenness of her death at such a tender age set tongues to wagging, and it was whispered widely in the west that both Lady Cerelle and Tybolt had died at his hands.

(...)

He ruled the westerlands for thirty-one years, earning the sobriquet Gerold the Golden. Yet the tragedies that befell House Lannister in the years that followed were proof enough for Lord Gerold's enemies. His beloved second wife, Lady Rohanne, vanished under mysterious circumstances in 230 AC, less than a year after giving birth to his lordship's fourth and youngest son, Jason.

- A World of Ice and Fire

Of course, Rohanne Webber also shares common points with other characters: Margaery and Cersei (Rohanne’s great-granddaughter) for example. She and Sansa also have their differences (last I checked, Sansa did not take up archery). Still, it’s interesting to see how much they have in common.

Sansa’s Fifth Suitor: Aegon Targaryen

If the Ashford theory is true, Sansa’s next suitor should bear the name Targaryen.

While it has been theorised that Sansa’s fifth suitor could be Jon (if R+L=J), I think it’s more likely that it is “Aegon Targaryen”.

Five reasons why:

1. The Name: Aegon Targaryen fits with the pattern previously etablished, Jon Snow does not.

While I think Jon will probably find out about his heritage at some point (it would be strange to hint at a character’s hidden heritage, if it doesn’t have any effect on the plot), I don’t believe Jon will start calling himself “Targaryen” unless he has to.

It’s not the name he always yearned for. Not to mention he might not be able to use it (depending on whether he’s legitimate or not).

2. Timing: at the end of ADWD, Aegon Targaryen arrives in Westeros. It’s mentioned in passing that a marriage alliance would be a good way to gain support in his quest for the Iron Throne.

"My lord does have one prize to offer," Haldon Halfmaester pointed out. "Prince Aegon's hand. A marriage alliance, to bring some great House to our banners."

- ADWD, The Griffin Reborn

If the Key to the North was to resurface, no doubt she would be thought of as an interesting prospect.

Meanwhile... Jon Snow still knows nothing about his origins. Nor has he a reason to wish for Sansa’s hand, who...

he thinks is his sister

he hasn’t seen since they left Winterfell

he could have taken Winterfell from, if he wished (I’m referring to Stannis’ offer)

Jon’s feelings towards Sansa could take a non-platonic turn in future books. Even so, it will take revelations and time for marriage to be considered. Time during which Aegon might have asked for Sansa’s hand.

3. The Mummer’s Dragon: during the tourney of Ashford, there’s not only a Targaryen champion, but a mummer’s dragon as well...

As he ate he watched a painted wooden knight battle a painted wooden dragon. The puppeteer who worked the dragon was good to watch too; a tall drink of water, with the olive skin and black hair of Dorne. She was slim as a lance with no breasts to speak of, but Dunk liked her face and the way her fingers made the dragon snap and slither at the end of its strings. He would have tossed the girl a copper if he’d had one to spare, but just now he needed every coin.

There were armorers amongst the merchants, as he had hoped. A Tyroshi with a forked blue beard was selling ornate helms, gorgeous fantastical things wrought in the shapes of birds and beasts and chased with gold and silver.

- The Hedge Knight

Several hints link this passage to Aegon:

Quaithe’s warning to Daenerys:

“The glass candles are burning. Soon comes the pale mare, and after her the others. Kraken and dark flame, lion and griffin, the sun’s son and the mummer’s dragon. Trust none of them. Remember the Undying. Beware the perfumed seneschal.”

- ADWD, Daenerys II

Aegon survived because of Varys, who used to be a mummer and has been plotting to put Aegon on the throne.

The Dornishwoman as slim as a lance. Elia Sand, who also calls herself Lady Lance, is travelling with Arianne (Dornish, but not known to be flat-chested) to meet with Aegon Targaryen.

Tyroshi blue: when posing as Young Griff, Aegon was dying his hair blue, supposedly in honor of his Tyroshi mother.

4. Rohanne Webber’s Fifth Husband: Eustace Osgrey fought for Daemon Blackfyre, the King who Bore the Sword.

Like Eustace Osgrey, Aegon’s family has suffered losses for being on the losing side. To regain what was lost, he needs a Spider’s help.

5. Aegon’s Link to Daemon Blackfyre: like Daemon before him, Aegon wishes to take another’s place on the Iron Throne and had set his sights on a Daenerys Targaryen. Daemon ended up marrying Rohanne of Tyrosh instead... whose namesake, Rohanne Webber, shares a lot of similarities with Sansa...

Additionally, Aegon shares some similarities with Valarr. He’s also a king’s grandson, with a Dornish mother. I didn’t cite this among my arguments because if R+L=J, Jon is also a king’s grandson and like Valarr, he takes after his mother in looks.

Sansa’s Sixth Suitor: Will Marry Her For Love?

Should we ever wed, you'll have to send Saffron back to her father. I'll be all the spice you'll want."

He grinned. "I will hold you to that promise, my lady. Until that day, may I wear your favor in the tourney?"

"You may not. It is promised to...another." She was not sure who as yet, but she knew she would find someone.

- TWOW, Alayne I

I believe that Sansa may have a sixth suitor, different from the previous ones, paralleling Rohanne Webber’s six husbands.

From AWOIAF, we know that Rohanne Webber’s last husband was Gerold Lannister. He was already mentioned as a possible suitor in “The Sworn Sword”, though he had yet to make an appearance.

Were I given to wagering, I should place my gold on Gerold Lannister. He has yet to put in an appearance, but they say he is golden-haired and quick of wit, and more than six feet tall …” “… and Lady Webber is much taken with his letters.” The lady in question stood in the doorway, beside a homely young maester with a great, hooked nose. “You would lose your wager, good-brother. Gerold will never willingly forsake the pleasures of Lannisport and the splendor of Casterly Rock for some little lordship. He has more influence as Lord Tybolt’s brother and advisor than he could ever hope for as my husband. (...)”

- The Sworn Sword

Rohanne didn’t believe Gerold would marry her, because he had nothing to gain from it.

Sansa doesn’t believe anyone will ever marry her for love.

It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love.

- ASOS, Sansa VI

Well, maybe someone will...

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #sansa stark #asoiaf theory #rohanne webber #original post

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Masterpost of my Ducktales fics

Also available on AO3

Drakepad:

Darkly Dawning: The making of Darkwing Duck starts with Launchpad and Drake. 1, 2

Wish You Could Want Me Back: Drake may deny himself many things, but he’ll never deny how much Launchpad means to him.

What’s in a Name?: The first time Gosalyn calls Launchpad ‘Dad,’ he assumes it’s an accident.

Find Me Somebody: “I love you,” Launchpad says, and he means it every time.

Eighth Wonder: Gosalyn saves herself. Oh, and she saves Darkwing, too.

Slow Down: “You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

Duck of Mystery: No one cares about poor, orphaned Gosalyn Waddlemeyer, so why should he?

A Good Landing: Just who is Launchpad McQuack? In trying to find the answer, Dewey uncovers a mystery greater than he could’ve imagined. First Chapter, Current

At World’s End: “Promise me you’ll come back.”

Hazard Pay: When they first met, Drake didn't think very highly of Launchpad.

Measuring Up: Gosalyn may be the strongest kid Launchpad knows. But that doesn't mean she's infallible.

Kiss Prompt: “Height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes”

Scrooge, Donald, and Della:

Loud: Della was so desperate to get back to Earth, she forgot how loud it could be.

Home at Last: Scrooge finds his niece sitting hunched over on the bathroom floor, a pair of scissors and several locks of her hair strewn beside her. AU

The Masks We Wear: “Who did this to you?” With one sentence, Donald was abruptly transported to another time, another life, over twenty years ago.

All the Little Pieces: “Honestly, of all the foolhardy—wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure nothing’s broken.”

Home at Last: Wendigos. Poor souls turned into monsters by obsession and desperation. Five months after Della stole the Spear of Selene, Scrooge McDuck disappeared. 1

Crying for the Moon: Della has started haunting him. Post-Last Crash of the Sunchaser

Safe as Houses: There was Before the Spear of Selene, and then there was After. A sequel to Crying for the Moon

Dreaming of Ghosts: “But it wasn’t a month spent chasing rumors of treasure in Peruvian jungles, or scouring a long lost city that had him up, exhausted and pacing in his study at the very latest hour of the night. No, it was because he’d left town for a week on business and come back to learn that his youngest sister and her husband were dead.”

Voyeur: “Will you come home?”

Donald:

Dark Side of the Moon: Donald never thought he'd be showing an alien pictures of his nephews.

Nostalgia: Fethry’s been back for two months. He and Donald still haven't spoken.

Mortis Memoriam: A cursed artifact erases Donald’s memory. And keeps erasing it.

One of a Kind: The Duck Avenger inspired the next generation of superheroes without even realizing it.

A Matter of Worth: “I just want my family back.”

Shooting Star: They last time he saw Della, all they’d done was fight.

Gladstone:

Isn’t this the World: In the world of wealth and status, Gladstone Gander was an enigma.

Luck Runs Out: “No one hates Gladstone’s luck more than Gladstone himself.” With both Donald and Della having vanished under mysterious circumstances, Gladstone Gander steps up as the triplets’ guardian. Chapters: 1

Evergreen: “We’re all that we’ve got, remember?”

Lena

Shadow’s Bane: Magica De Spell was defeated, but she left something behind. Or rather, someone. 1, 2, 3

Broken and Clear: So, between the adventures and budget meetings and family dinners, Scrooge found himself worrying about the quiet teenager who always took the seat furthest away from him.

Song for the Lost Ones: Lena has everything she ever wanted: a home, a family, her best friend. But she still can’t sleep.

Magica de Spell:

A Worthwhile Endeavor: Magica has given up everything in order to get her revenge on Scrooge McDuck. There was only one time she ever regretted it. Magica/Della

Poison the Well: Magica de Spell is a name Scrooge never thought he would hear again.

Fenton:

We Get the Job Done: Scrooge and Fenton commiserate over the immigrant experience.

Neighborhood Watch: Fenton’s entire block knows he’s Gizmoduck.

Webby and the Triplets:

Time’s Arrow: “This is the year Scrooge finally makes it rich. We’ve been sent back to the Klondike. In 1897.” 1

Webby and Scrooge:

A New Normal: Growing up in the shadow of your hero isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, Epilogue

Ducklings and Dire Circumstances: Scrooge doesn’t want anything to do with children, though the young Webby might make him change his mind.

Invisible: For years Scrooge was like a phantom in his own home, in Webby’s own life, lingering in the corner of her eye and vanishing when she turned to look.

Scrooge/Goldie:

Coming Ashore: Scrooge and Goldie have reconnected after years of being apart, and all is well. But Scrooge still regrets all the time wasted, and doesn’t plan on wasting any more.

The Three Caballeros

No Adventures on Sundays: “Wait,” Huey sputtered, “I thought you said you guys were a band?” “We were,” Donald replied. “Saving the world was just a side gig.”

The One, Two, and Three Goes: When José Carioca first meets Donald Duck, he smells like smoke and ash.

Gyro:

Paved with Good Intentions: Gyro builds the Spear of Selene, and spends the rest of his life regretting it.

Daisy:

Winter Welcome: Daisy spends her first Christmas at McDuck Mansion.

Prompt: “Kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing.” Della/Daisy

Donald/Uno:

Second Chances: “This isn’t what I wanted.”

Automaton: Donald loves Uno, though he knows he shouldn't.

Donald/Drake:

We are Young: “Of all the times for Launchpad to take the night off,” Drake muttered, struggling under the Duck Avenger’s weight.

Donald/Storkules:

Kiss prompts:

Shake It Out: I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind

Donald/Gyro:

Past Midnight: Donald Duck has been missing for thirty-six hours.

The Scientist and the Secretary: Donald took the job as Scrooge’s secretary so he could keep a better eye on his kids. As such, he didn’t expect to start falling for his uncle’s eccentric, and possibly deranged research scientist. Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

Donald/Launchpad:

Savior: He still hadn’t found Launchpad.

Break of Light: It’s been ten years. Donald knows it’s been ten years.

Kiss Prompt: “Moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed”

Launchpad/Gyro:

How We Got Here: Gyro met Launchpad McQuack because of—what else—a crash.

Kiss Prompt: “starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion”

Kiss Prompt: “A gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss,”

Fenton/Fethry:

In a Lifetime: Fethry meets Officer Cabrera.

The Long Road: Before Fethry knew it, he had made his first friend in four years. It served him right that he would fall in love with him.

Spend Too Long in the Dark: Fethry’s hit rock bottom. Literally.

Fenton/Gyro:

Soft-Hearted: "It’s okay to cry.”

The Gearloose Dilemma: Fenton struggles with what to do about his inconvenient crush on one Gyro Gearloose.

The Dangers of Dating a Superhero: Keeping your secret identity is hard. Fenton learns that keeping your secret identity from your boyfriend is even harder.

Kiss prompts:

“Throwing their arms around the other person, holding them close while they kiss,”

“ a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

Keep Myself: "Let me grab the first aid kit. Don’t move."

Comedy of Errors: In six months, Gyro had hired and fired over two-dozen interns, and didn’t plan on stopping. And then came Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera. 1, 2

Gyro/Uno:

Forget-Me-Not: Uno warns Gyro that Donald is going to try and erase his memory.

Fenton/Donald:

Long Shot: The best laid plans often go awry, especially when you’re trying to get your uncle a date. Chapters: 1, 2, 3

Kiss Prompt: “staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in”

Prompt: “You need to be more careful. You keep getting hurt like this and you’ll put yourself out of commission”

Fenton/Launchpad:

Thinking all the Time: Fenton has some work to do on emphasizing the “secret” in secret identity.

Recovery: Three people who visit Fenton in the hospital, following “Who is Gizmoduck?”

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