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gumnut-logic · 4 years

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This is @godsliltippy ‘s fault because she was so kind to me and posted Pocket Virgil to help me through the day. Above is the original three clips, of which Pocket Virgil is part of Clip Two. After watching Pocket Virgil try again and again with no success, I kinda wanted to help him, so this fic happened.

Total meta crack, that really didn’t go anywhere, but hopefully will be fun nonetheless. Certain laws of both physics and worldbuilding were totally ignored, so there may be some brain frying concept-wise.

This is for Thunderfam and for all the kindness you continue to bestow upon me. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You guys are amazing. ::hugs you all::

Leave sense at the door. I hope you enjoy it :D

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Virgil Tracy was grumpy.

He knew this idea was good an all and he fully supported Lady Penelope when she suggested they document some of their rescues for the general public.

But not once...not once! Did she mention that he would be dragged out of bed before the sun, thrown on a set to perform, and the only coffee they would provide would be thimble-sized, consequently cold and allocated to break times.

At the moment, ‘break’ was definitely a keyword. Sans coffee, Virgil Tracy was quite ready to do something of the kind to the director.

“Now, Virgil, I know you’re tired, but you are the calm brother, the respected peacemaker of the family. Snarling at the camera isn’t quite in character.”

In character? He was playing himself, for goodness sake. He was in character, character sans coffee! Across the studio, he eyed the Tracy villa swimming pool and wondered if there was a possibility of filling it with coffee.

“Can we try again?”

Virgil grunted at the director. Bet he had had his coffee. Bet he was allowed to access that wondrous machine up so high on that shelf. Bet he hadn’t given one thought to how his precious Tracys might feel about the matter.

Yeah, Virgil Tracy was not in a very good mood at all.

The director stood up from the set and stepped away to be half hidden by the camera again.

Virgil lowered Two’s hatch and climbed aboard. All prepared to launch Two with a smile.

He grit his teeth.

Backing her up into her hangar again, he closed the cliff face and waited for the call.

“Action!”

Practised fingers went through their motions and Two cruised out onto her runway under the fake sunlight.

A poke at a control and the palm trees moved aside...not quite the way they did at home, but well enough...and Two taxied towards her ramp.

“Cut!”

Oh, for the love of...what now?!

“Virgil, you are grinding your teeth. I would say we could mute it in post, but you look like you want to kill someone. You’re the valiant hero, the gentle giant, not Hannibal Lecter daydreaming about dinner!” Virgil stared up at him through the windows. Usually, Virgil would be mortified, but it was barely past 7am, he had been up late for a real rescue last night, hadn’t slept well, and there was no damned coffee!

The director stared at him a moment longer before throwing up his hands. “Okay, you know what? Take fifteen, go find some coffee, for all our sakes.” He ended that with a glare and turned away calling the crew to a halt.

Virgil sat there staring at the replica of his ‘bird’s controls. He had been in the real thing last night. Saved sixteen lives.

He was just tired and not really being fair to anyone, including himself.

He just wanted coffee. Please, I just need coffee.

If his inner voice sounded like a dehydrated man in a desert pleading for water, it was just being honest.

The thing was that the crew had coffee. In that machine on the shelf. Sure, the cup was bigger than he was, but it might be just enough to put his brain to rights.

But he couldn’t reach the button to activate it. In fact, the one time he had tried, some smart ass on set had filmed him jumping up, trying to reach it. It had made the rounds until it hit Gordon, who then promptly made sure the rest of the world had the opportunity to enjoy laughing at his brother.

But then Gordon still didn’t know who poured dye in his pool...while he was in it.

The full body make-up his brother had to wear that day to hide the purple was almost worth it.

But coffee...god, he needed coffee. If only he could extend his reach. If only he could grip the cup...

Virgil blinked.

The solution was obvious. Oh my god. He felt like kicking himself for not thinking of it before. You idiot!

There was one piece of equipment he had brought on set that wasn’t fake.

It was here for two reasons. The first was that it was built for Virgil, only he could wear it and it was cheaper to just wear the real thing than to build a poorly functional duplicate. Secondly, Virgil preferred to have one on hand as often as possible, just in case, and since they had been spending so much time in Aotearoa on set, he had stashed one with the lead model maker for safe keeping.

He exited the fake Two and leapt out onto the runway. The fact that one of the set hands saw him and immediately made herself scarce was kind of depressing. He had been a grumpy bear this morning.

But that was all about to be solved.

He eyed the director and, making sure the man wasn’t looking, grabbed one of the discarded thimble-sized coffee cups and slipped away towards prop storage.

It was a hike and he had to dodge wheels and staff who didn’t see him. Those who did all immediately looked at their watches and, just like the set hand earlier, hurried out of his sight.

Maybe he was beginning to get a reputation.

Serve them right for not giving him coffee!

He found his helmet and his exosuit exactly where he expected them to be. Some neurotic librarian type had attached a huge name tag with a barcode onto it.

Virgil’s shoulder mounted laser took care of that.

It was almost comforting to slide on the equipment. The surety of its strength settling on his shoulders, its weight snug at his hips and ankles.

He sighed.

Of course, that one moment of relaxation was interrupted by Steven, the lead model maker, suddenly bursting into the room.

“I don’t know, Scott. That sounds kind of dangerous. The real Thunderbird One might be able to handle you surfing it, but I’m not too sure of the mockups.”

“I’ll talk to Brains. We’ll make it happen.”

“Why are you feeling the need to surf on the outside anyway?”

“Because it looks cool?” Scott cleared his throat. “Ah, because that is what happened during the incident we are portraying and accuracy is important.”

Virgil hunched down behind a scarily accurate model of that moon buggy Scott was always raving about. He dared not move because the wheeze of the suit’s hydraulics was far too familiar a sound to hide from his brother.

But then, since Scott was buzzing around at Steven’s eye height thanks to one of his jetpacks, his older brother really didn’t have a single leg to stand on.

Mostly because he apparently didn’t need them.

Virgil found himself grinding his teeth again.

He really needed coffee.

“You actually surfed on the outside of Thunderbird One?”

“Well, yeah.”

“That is so cool, man.”

“That’s what I said!”

Steven reached past Virgil’s hiding spot and picked up one of the fake explorer pods and Virgil remembered that he was supposed to clamber up the side of an equally fake mountain later in the morning.

Hell, coffee was mandatory.

Fortunately, Steven appeared to have everything he needed and both he and Scott left almost immediately after that, Scott coming as close to raving as Virgil had ever heard him, babbling about surfing on One.

Sounded about right. Scott and Alan might as well have been twins if it wasn’t for their age difference.

They both gave Virgil grey hair.

But then so did Gordon.

John was easier, cool and calm and sensible most of the time. But that just meant that when he did slide off the rails, he did a proper job of it, likely taking most of them with him.

Hmmm, must remember to grab some more hair dye on the way home tonight.

With the coast clear, he secured his thimble cup to his suit and made a run for it.

He made it across the floor to the blessed coffee machine without interruption this time, though he had to admit, his suit was much noisier than he had realised. But a good percentage of the crew were focused on that scene Scott was filming.

He could still hear his brother declaring that he knew his stunts better than any stunt man.

Virgil had to agree. If anyone was capable of surfing Thunderbird One, it was Scott.

The idiot.

Now, not only was he doing stupid stunts to save people, but now just to show off.

Virgil had a good mind to kick his ass. He was as bad as Alan.

No, correction. Alan wasn’t that stupid.

Virgil found himself taking a step in his big brother’s direction and it was only the wheeze of his suit that made him realise exactly what he was doing.

Coffee, goddamnit, he needed coffee!

Without a second thought, he fired a grapple line up to the bench top and was gratified it secured with a thunk. Pulling himself up with the right equipment was so much more efficient than the equivalent pseudo rock climbing he had had to do last time.

Before he knew it, he was up there standing next to the huge dispenser of coffee. He gazed up at it for a moment and blessed its existence.

But unfortunately, Sadie who had been kind enough to set it up for him last time wasn’t available.

Hell, if his assistant hadn’t been called away at the last minute, he would have gotten his coffee that day. As it was, the director had found out about the incident when Virgil arrived late on set and had given Sadie a dressing down that involved images of Tracy brothers falling into giant vats of coffee and being boiled alive.

As if Virgil would be that stupid.

Boiling himself would be such a waste of good coffee.

But there were no more attempts at giant coffees for Virgil Tracy from that point on. It was banned.

So, this time, he had to set it up himself.

He was consequently reassured that yes, he was really good with his tools. The suit hummed in appreciation as he made it do what he needed it to do and despite dropping coffee granules all over himself at one point – he was considering eating them off the counter, but then considered that a caffeine overdose wasn’t wise – he set up the machine ready to dispense some black heaven.

The teacup he had used last time had been pushed away to one side, but his exosuit made it a simple job to manipulate it into position so he could stand on it.

With the extension of his claw, he easily reached up and hit the green button.

It was a pleasure just to hear the coffee machine start up.

He was seriously tempted to take off his helmet and breathe in the gloriousness that was the scent of brewing coffee, but he still had to get that coffee cup into a position from which it would be safe for him to drink.

He may be coffee and sleep deprived but he wasn’t an idiot.

So, he stood there watching the coffee machine make the drink of the gods.

It was a little mesmerising.

And then the process was complete. The machinery quietened and the coffee cup sat waiting for him.

He didn’t hesitate.

It took both claws and a secure grapple to the shelf above the bench for stability, but he manoeuvred the cup down onto the bench top.

Steam fogged up his helmet as he looked down from atop the upturned teacup, so finally, he broke the seals and lifted it off his head.

Oh.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

He almost melted on the spot.

The smell was heady, intoxicating. Drowning in the dark liquid no longer seemed a bad idea.

He leant over a little further.

Ohhhhhhhhhh, it was just too good.

“Virgil! What the hell do you think you are doing?!”

It was Scott’s voice. Unmistakeable.

He would want to take away his coffee.

No.

No!

Not his precious coffee!

His brother flew up onto the bench and alighted without a sound. “Virgil!”

Virgil hissed at him. “Go away.”

That earned him a worried frown. “That’s not safe.”

Screw safe, he wanted coffee. He unhooked his thimble cup from his waist and reaching down, scooped up some blessed, steaming liquid manna.

It was hot.

It was delicious.

He poured it down his throat.

Oh, god, yessssss.

Another scoop and he sculled some more. His tongue scalded a little, but he didn’t care.

More.

He was guzzling like a dying man at water filled oasis.

“Virgil?”

“Virgil!”

And suddenly the coffee cup disappeared.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

He over balanced and would have fallen if it wasn’t for a sudden thunk of a grapple on the back of his suit.

He looked up to find Scott securing his grapple line to a coffee cup hook underneath the overhead shelf as Virgil teetered on the edge of his teacup, barely prevented from falling by the cable’s connection to his suit.

And there was no more coffee.

No.

Please.

“I need coffee.”

Scott floated down to Virgil’s eye level and Virgil realised exactly who had taken the coffee cup away.

The director was standing behind his big brother.

Virgil was in so much shit.

Damnit.

“I just want coffee.”

Scott was frowning at him. “Are you okay, Virgil?”

“DO I LOOK OKAY?!”

Um, that may have come out a little bit louder than intended. But then he was hanging partly suspended from an empty coffee cup hook.

Much quieter. “I just need coffee.”

Scott’s eyes were wide. “I think you’ve had enough coffee.”

No, he needed more. Buckets more. “Please, Scott.”

“Uh, no. We’re going home.”

Virgil blinked. “What?”

But Scott had turned away and was talking quietly to the director.

Virgil caught a glimpse of something shiny out the corner of his eye and turned to find a single drop of deep brown gold suspended from the coffee dispenser.

Coffee!

Without thought he leapt for it.

Perhaps it was a good thing that Scott actually did think, because a yank on that grapple line probably prevented Virgil from being scalded.

“What the hell, Virg?!”

He blinked as he hung fully suspended by his brother’s grapple line, swinging slowly back and forth, one very unhappy commander glaring at him.

Umm, yeah, maybe that was taking it a step too far.

Scott’s words were firm. “Shed the suit and go and sit in the car.”

“Sco-“

“Now.” Blue fire lasered him where he hung.

Virgil gave in with a single nod.

Scott lowered him to the bench top and Virgil dropped the suit with a clatter. He stomped off in a huff as Sadie was called over the PA system to come and assist him.

He only wanted a decent coffee, for crying out loud.

After all, Gordon did get that massive hot dog the other day, and John had slept in his bagel, for goodness sake.

Why couldn’t he have his coffee?

It just wasn’t fair.

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FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #crazy meta #meta crack #meta #nutty is nuts #he just wants coffee

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kingofthewilderwest · 5 years

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Don't worry, I take over my sleep time to read and write fanfictions. I wouldn't have time otherwise! I have an entire Word page with only links to fanfictions I still have to read! And it's all right to not read fanfictions if you don't want to. It's just an hobby among others. Anyway, you wrote fanfictions?? Now I'm curious, could I have a link, if you don't mind? Have a good night too and sorry for my grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language (btw, thank you for the likes

From this. Sorry I’m slow replying!! thanks for your wonderful messages! :)

No worries about grammar! Your English is great, and even if it weren’t, that’s no bother to me either. :) The fact that you’re communicating in a language that isn’t your first… just means you have extra skills and are even more awesome! :)

I love how dedicated you are to looking at others’ fanfictions, even creating a Word document page to make sure you remember them. That’s beautiful and cool. And I’m getting curious about what you’ve written, too!

Thanks so much for asking about my fics - this touches me! Sure, I’m happy to share! I tend to post all fics on tumblr and FFN, with FFN being my primary hub. On tumblr I use the tag #my fanfiction and tag all stories by their title. My FFN profile is kingofthewilderwest.

I’m so so so so so SO touched when anyone reads or interacts with my fics (though since I write casually, I ask no constructive criticism

THE VIGILANTE’S WAR

HTTYD. YEAR: 2014. LENGTH: 57,110 WORDS. A mysterious, antagonistic dragon rider dubbed “the Vigilante” crosses paths with Hiccup, and her increasingly violent actions appear to be leading to war against Berk.

He tightened his hands, loosened them again. Breathed in, breathed out. He could feel himself stooped in the dirt, his shoulders hunched over his head, his knees buried in the ground and tucked underneath his torso. His neck was bent low close to the earth, providing him a good view of his hands and the ground and nothing else.

Well, and the blood.

That can’t possibly be all mine.

- PROLOGUE: FROM OUT OF THE HAZE

HTTYD 2′s original drafts had Valka as the main antagonist. I found this so interesting that I decided to rewrite HTTYD 2 - with a few of my own spins - on this concept. One of my most well-known fics, “The Vigilante’s War” is where I’ve gotten the most thorough reviews and most emotional reactions.

THE VIGILANTE’S LEGACY

HTTYD. YEARS: 2014-2016. LENGTH: 20,546 WORDS. There’s been four years of war between three factions. Drago’s army. The Vigilante and her dragons. Berk and their allies. But now, Chief Hiccup believes there’s a way to end the conflict. Sequel to “The Vigilante’s War.”

Hiccup spoke up. Cleared his voice. Tapped his pointer finger apprehensively on the cell’s iron door. “You said we were making a mistake.” Might as well speak straight to the point of his visit. “Something about ‘you and every one of your warriors are making a mistake’ or – or something like that.”

For a moment Hiccup wondered if Valka actually would reply. The calculating gaze she gave him from the corner of her prison certainly did not seem a positive sign. However, then, with a steady, lilting cadence to her voice, she succinctly affirmed, “I did.” Just those two words. Nothing more.

- VIII. THE MISTAKES OF WAR

It’s unfinished; I haven’t updated because I ran out of steam and didn’t receive enough reader feedback encouraging me to continue. Though I did have a very vivid final chapter in mind… that I still love… which I never got to…?

MEMOIRS

HTTYD. YEARS: 2015-2016. LENGTH: 44,289 WORDS. My ongoing collection of drabbles for HTTYD. Angst, pain, comfort, humor, crossovers, crack, it’s all there. Favorites include “Family Portrait,” “Stubble,” “Buffcup the Brawny,” and “Remember When.”

He held her hand softly, one wrinkled hand laid gently on top of another. It was just her and him now in the house all alone – for their children had left on a voyage with the grandkids, and would not be back for a week yet, if even two. It evoked the quietness of the old days, back before they were old, back during the times when they were newlyweds and younger even than their grandchildren were today. Oh, but the smell of her hair was just as refreshing now as when it was blonde.

- REMEMBER WHEN

DINNER AT DRAGON’S EDGE

HTTYD. YEAR: 2015. LENGTH: 5,452 WORDS. The gang’s settling in at Dragon’s Edge. To make sure everything operates smoothly, Hiccup suggests a chore rotation system. That means everyone has to do their fair share of the cooking… but it doesn’t mean everyone is a fair cook.

“Oh my gods, is this dinner or what the rats threw away?” Snotlout exclaimed, terrified at the Unidentified Edible Object before him.

Tuffnut picked it up with one experimental hand and held it out before him at a safe distance. People would have held poisonous snakes or bloodied torture devices more cheerily. Squinting his eyes and peering carefully at the peculiar specimen pinched between his fingers, rubbing under his chin with his other, free hand, Tuffnut remarked, “Looks something like what Barf and Belch poop out after they get sick and…”

- 1. ASSIGNING JOBS

This humorous fic I think is where I do best capturing HTTYD character personalities and interactions.

[SUPER]HERO THE HARD WAY

HTTYD. YEARS: 2014-2017. LENGTH: 86,566 WORDS. In a modern world where Berk is full of superheroes battling the League of Outcasts, power-less Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third struggles to receive appreciation for who he is. Through his crime-fighting journey, Hiccup learns that, while he might not have powers, he can become a Hero the Hard Way.

“I wasn’t born with anything. Don’t have anything. I’m the son of Chief Stoick “Skullcrusher” and I don’t have anything. Not even a superpower to turn objects purple. Which frankly would be completely pointless but at least it would have been something.“

He realized he was babbling and promptly shut his mouth. He looked over at Fishlegs, who appeared to be wordlessly processing the information. The teenager appeared baffled moreso than anything else, which at least meant he was not outright rejecting him.

“So you’re going to train to be a superhero… and you don’t have any powers? I got that right?”

“You got that right.”

“Wow.” Fishlegs said.

Hiccup waited for more.

“That’s actually really cool.”

- CHAPTER THREE: SIDEKICKED

This started as me intending to write one crack chapter. It turned into me envisioning a ROB / DOB modern AU where all characters were superheroes. The final product became a retelling of HTTYD 1′s basic concept: Hiccup gaining his peers’ approval despite being different. Somehow, despite me 70% adlibbing by the seat of my pants (should I be admitting this?), I had great fun. And it brought in the most reviews, follows, and favorites of any of my posted stories! Thanks for the reads and support, everyone!!!

RESET OR RESUME

UT. YEAR: 2016-2017. LENGTH: 85,841 WORDS. Gaster’s research unlocks the secret of time travel. After the Royal Scientist’s untimely end, one of Gaster’s colleagues - Sans - finds himself with the power to Reset. Confronted with unpleasant timelines and dangerous choices, Sans must decide how to navigate through time… if it’s worth resetting for a better future, continuing with hope for the present, or simply giving up.

No longer timid and silent, the human happily babbled all sorts of nonsense to Sans, everything from how to bake snow pies to how weird Sans’ skull looked to how beautiful the ribbon in their hair was to their opinions of Papyrus’ ‘battle body’ to how their mom didn’t like the color black to their personal opinion of ferrets to a long narrative of their encounter with a snail-loving old lady they met on the other side of the Ruins door. Everything could be the topic of a conversation. There was no filter and even less sense of restraint for this child.

“How are you a SKELETON?” their happy little high-pitched voice squeaked. They flew gallantly over a twig that rested, flat, on the surface of the snow. Powder flew everywhere as they landed heavily into the snowbank. “That means – that means you should be DEAD, you know!”

“who says i’m not dead?” Sans trolled with a wink.

With a shrieking giggle, they exclaimed, “Don’t be silly! Only ghosts are dead!”

“i could be a skeleton ghost.”

“No you – no you can’t.” The human seemed to be quite confident about their knowledge in paranormal metaphysics. “You can be a skeleton. You can be a ghost. But nobody – NOBODY – can be a skeleton ghost.”

“is that so?”

“YES so! You CAN’T be both. That would be wrong.” Maybe the human mentally categorized skeletons and ghosts as separate Halloween creatures, ensuring they were mutually exclusive concepts. It was always challenging to comprehend a child’s train of logic. “Except…” and now the child paused, leaning down and tugging at the sleeve of their sweater. Something thoughtful – at least as much as one so young could be thoughtful – passed over their eyes. They cocked their head to the side and stared at Sans. In the same sort of innocence with which they had talked about ferrets, the human inquired, “…can ghosts also be dust?”

- 5. KNOCKS [[File 5.2 IH-20150701-3-3]]

I have particular fondness for this fic. I spent more energy and care with this than any other I’ve posted. Drenched it through with UT lore. Edited and revised thoroughly. Had two beta readers examine my ASL for accurate representation. I wrote extensive outlines that were several page long color-coded charts, had all this meticulous structuring going on…

The problem was, this was an impossibly ambitious project. Life got in the way, too. The 85,841 words here aren’t close to the end of Part 1. The final two Parts were going to explain the weirdness within Part 1 (the story doesn’t begin in chronological order - it gets pieced together like a puzzle). What I planned to write would have included a complex characterization arc for Sans, every human child that’s visited the underground, and multiple resets containing main character deaths… until the story would end with Sans confronting Frisk in the Genocide Route.

Hopefully, despite the incompleteness, this is enjoyable from its comedy to its angst! I would at least encourage people to read the first few chapters! Or “Socks” - an entire chapter devoted to Sans and Gaster pulling sock pranks on each other.

SOMEHOW THEY’RE STILL OFFICERS

FMAB. YEAR: 2018-2019. LENGTH: 6,036 WORDS. Ahhhhhh yes. Team Mustang. The hand-selected, elite group of military officers who effectively spend their time… doing nonsense.

Everyone was scrambling at once. Mustang rushed forward to greet their guest, perfect composure only broken by the fast pace at which he moved. In fact the colonel’s posture was almost a proud enough display to make his lack of shirt go unnoticed. But Falman chucked his cards away at the same time he tried to salute; Breda was ducking from Falman’s sudden card shower; Fuery was launching pants and underwear in Havoc’s face; and Lieutenant Hawkeye, obviously abashed to be in this room at all, was covering her eyes with her hand in what was either her life’s longest sigh, or a pathetic attempt to hide her face and identity.

- WE WERE JUST PLAYING CARDS

My collection of FMA drabbles, particularly stories of Team Mustang shenanigans. Prompts / requests welcome for more adventures!

I have a few other drabbles posted, too. I also have unfinished chapters of Voltron fanfictions on my computer that I could share, too? Maybe I should? I’m currently working on several Royai fanfictions, other FMA drabbles, and a longer Deponia fanfiction.

Thank you again for being so nice and connecting with me over fanfiction and fandom and FMA and more. You’re a really wonderful and cool person and you made my day.

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imagine-loki · 6 years

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Packless Monsters

TITLE: Packless Monsters CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 8/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a werewolf who ends up in the company of Loki in the Avenger’s tower after saving Pepper’s life RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

“Loki, I’m going to the bookstore. Wanna come?” you asked, holding up the keys to one of Tony’s expensive cars. Loki wasn’t officially on house arrest, but he still didn’t venture out alone often, or possibly ever, so whenever you were going somewhere he might be interested in, you always offered to let him come along.

“You require a protector on your outing?” he teased as he set his book aside and stood to join you.

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him in reply. “No, silly Trickster. I’m going to protect you while we’re out,” you replied.

He huffed. “I am a god. What on Midgard could you possibly have to protect me from?”

“Your army of fangirls,” you replied with a grin.

He just stared at you. “My army of what now?” he asked incredulously. You cocked your head in reply.

“Seriously? You’ve never been on tumblr? You have an entire army of fangirls, who are quite obsessed with you. Hell, they even call themselves Loki’s Army,” you told him.

“That cannot be true,” he protested, unwilling to believe that he had fans.

“Loki, you know damn well that I can’t lie to you anymore than you can lie to me.” Loki was the god of lies and could tell when anyone was lying. You were a werewolf and had the same skill. You two were no longer allowed to play two truths and a lie with anyone. Ever. Especially on team bonding night. “Phone?” you asked him, holding your hand out. He passed his phone over to you obediently. Within five minutes you’d set up the app and an account for him and showed him how to search through the tags. “I would highly recommend that you keep the safe search on. There are quite a lot of people who ship you and Thor….” you told him with a mischievous smirk.

“Does ‘ship’ mean what I think it does?” Loki asked, not wanting to believe that it did.

You nodded and grinned. “It means exactly what you think it means,”

“They do realize he is my brother. And a disgusting oaf. Also why do I have…fangirls?” he tested out the new word. He obviously felt unworthy of fangirls. He was used to being considered the villain.

You laughed. “Because you’re tall, dark, and handsome, silly. And they think you’re tragically misunderstood because of the Avengers movie,”

“Avengers…movie?” he asked, equally confused by that concept.

You sighed, you knew he’d seen movies before, you’d watched some together with him in the last few weeks. “Yeah, they made a movie out of the events in New York. There’s actually a whole series of movies about the team now. I’ll show it to you later, but do I have to prove to you that your army is real?” He called your bluff. He shouldn’t have called your bluff. You got a short video clip of him and announced that he would be at the bookstore in a half hour to meet members of Loki’s Army. You posted it all over social media with all of the appropriate hashtags.

“They will not come,” Loki told you firmly. You laughed and linked your arm with his to head out of the tower.

“Why don’t we go test that theory, Trickster?”

“Fine. Annoying puppy,” he teased you in reply. He tended to call you that when you were being particularly silly or annoying. He was always teasing when he did.

You drove to the bookstore, as Loki still hadn’t learned how to drive. He spent the trip scrolling through the Loki’s Army tag with childlike glee. He was one to call you an annoying puppy…

There was a horde of fans waiting outside of the bookstore. “Told you,” you announced to Loki as he stared at the crowd. “C’mon, oh high and mighty god, your fans await.”

You got out of the car and he followed to go meet his adoring fans. He was shocked and confused, but signed autographs and took pictures until the number of people in the crowd got too much for him. They were actually being reasonable and had formed a line to meet him, after some ushering from the bookstore proprietors. Loki gave a quick glance to where you were standing on the sideline, behind where he was signing autographs, away from the line of fangirls. They wouldn’t have seen the pleading look in his eyes, but you did. He was overwhelmed and needed rescuing. You made your way over to him, shifting just your ears so everyone in the crowd would know who you were, even out of uniform. Fluffy wolf-ears on top of your head were hard to fail to recognize. You heard the comments of recognition of you and your powers.

You stood up on your toes to whisper in his ear when you reached him, he leaned down to oblige you. “Do you trust me?” you asked him in a whisper. This game was dangerous and you had to be extra careful. He inclined his head, trusting you to get you both out of this situation. You turned him to face you and bravely kissed him, it was a chaste kiss, your lips barely meeting, for all that you made it look like more. You heard the moans of sorrow from the crowd as they gave up their hopes that he would choose them to kiss…or more. “I’m sorry I have to pull you away from your fans, love,” you announced loudly enough to easily be heard by the crowd. “Cap called us back for a mission.” The fans were disappointed, but you ‘dragged’ Loki away from them and back to the car.

“Told you that you have fans,” you teased when you were safely in the car, fully human again.

“I shall not make the mistake of doubting you again,” he replied formally.

You flushed at the reminder of what you’d done to get him out of there. “Um… sorry about my method for saving you. It was the easiest solution. The girls would give up easier if they think you’re taken, romantically. I would have never kissed you without consent….” you babbled as you drove, firmly keeping your eyes on the road.

“Thank you for rescuing me. You were correct that there are some things on Midgard even a god can use saving from. And I do not mind your method in the least. There is no need to blush so at one tiny kiss, little wolf,” his voice was light and teasing.

You ended up stopping at a different bookstore on the way home to pick up the book you had originally left the tower to find, all while trying to convince yourself that you weren’t interested in the god romantically, nor he in you.

“Please?”

“No,”

“Please?!?”

“No,”

“Pretty please?”

“The physical attractiveness of the please will not get me to agree, annoying little puppy,” Loki grumbled at you, almost legitimately annoyed with your antics this time. You weren’t giving up though.

“C’mon, Loki~! It’ll be fun,” you pleaded with him again.

“Whatever she wants, just give in before she annoys all of us to death,” Tony suggested helpfully for once, not looking up from the blue screen he was staring at.

Loki huffed and grumbled. “Not a chance,” he replied sourly, not looking up from his book.

You took the book from his hands, standing in front of him where he was sitting on your couch. “Loki~~” you pouted.

“What are you wearing?” he asked instead.

“My costume for tonight. C’mon!” You took his hand and started to haul him to his feet. You could have pulled him to his feet easily if you really wanted to, but you wanted him to agree to come with you instead.

“Y/N, what are you trying to convince Loki to do?” Thor asked, obviously trying to decide which of the two of you he was going to help.

“There’s a midnight showing of the Avengers movie tonight. It’s at the Esquire, that old campy theater in town. There’s a costume contest before the movie and all sorts of fun during the movie. I’m trying to convince Loki to come with me in his outfit from New York so he’ll be in costume,” you explained to Thor, still tugging ineffectively on Loki’s hand.

“That is still a terrible idea,” Loki grumbled, planting himself firmly on the couch.

You sighed. “Fine,” you gave up, not wanting to really upset him. You wouldn’t make him go. Loki looked suspicious. He expected you to come back with a different tactic. “Then I’ll see you after the movie,” you told him as you pulled the keys out of your pocket. His hand was around your wrist an instant later.

“I’ll come to the movie with you,” he told you firmly.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re only invited if you come in costume. It’s no fun to be the only one in costume,” you reminded him. You’d brought this point up already.

“I can accompany you instead, since Loki does not wish to,” Thor offered, willing to save his brother as per usual.

The team felt better when you didn’t go out at night alone. They still saw you as helpless girl instead of remembering you were a werewolf. It hadn’t quite been a month yet, and they hadn’t seen you under the full moon. Usually only Loki saw your wolf form around the tower. Plus you were an Omega and the superheros all had Alpha personalities, though they weren’t werewolves. Their instincts were to protect those they saw as more fragile, and your being an Omega triggered that instinct, even if you didn’t need their protection. “You don’t have to, Thor. I’m old enough to go see a movie by myself,” you reminded him. The entire team glared at that. Annoying Alpha-types.

“Fine. You win, little wolf,” Loki sighed and got to his feet. He used magic to change into his battle costume from New York. You sneezed, the magic tickling your nose as per usual. He chuckled. “Happy now?” he asked. You grinned and bounced up on your toes long enough to kiss his cheek.

“Very!” you replied with a grin and took his hand to drag him out to the movie, pausing long enough to wave to the others on your way to the elevator.

“Go be annoying elsewhere,” Tony grumbled half-heartedly from where he was looking over some technical document on the blue screen in the air in front of him.

You got to the theater in plenty of time for the festivities. The Avengers movie had a cult following that nearly rivaled The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Loki kept his hand firmly clasped around yours, unwilling to lose you in the crowd. You got seats and the festivities started. They went through each of the Avengers doing costume contests for silly gimmicky prizes. You dragged Loki to his feet when the Loki costume contest started. He hesitated at leaving you alone, but let himself be ushered up to the front of the theater. He could teleport back to you if there was a problem. You saw his glare when he somehow came in third place. Uh-oh. You nearly jumped to your feet to stop him from stabbing the judges, when he used magic to conjure his golden horned helmet on his head instead. The crowd roared in applause and the winner of the contest gladly gave up her prize while she knelt to the real Loki. All of the Lokis in the contest knelt to the real Loki. You laughed as you took pictures of the ridiculous sight. Loki teleported back to the seat next to you and handed you the trinket prize. It was a shot glass that had Loki’s helmet on one side and on the other said: If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now.

You were grinning throughout the entire movie as people quoted lines, threw popcorn, roared like the Hulk, flashed blue flashlights every time the tesseract was on the screen, Captain America shields were banged, fake Mjolnir’s were raised in the air, and blueberries were tossed and eaten during the science bros scene. Everyone got out of their seats and to their knees when the Loki on screen demanded the crowd to kneel.

Loki looked shocked to not only see the events of New York on the big screen, but also to hear people in the crowd saying things he had said in their best imitations of his accent at full volume. “Aren’t they still upset over what happened?” he whispered in your ear.

You shrugged. “It’s been over two years. Besides, Thor made it pretty clear that your actions were because of mind control. And this is New York. People are used to there being superheros covering every block of town and things still happening here. The world was saved, so everyone celebrates that fact in their own way. The movie was made to be a mix of fun and a tale of true events. People were either offended or loved it. More loved it than didn’t, and now it’s a cult classic, which leads to chaos like this.” He still muttered something about the strange behavior of Midgardians, but didn’t look nearly as uncomfortable. He wasn’t hated. “That actor looks nothing like me,” he complained. You laughed that that was the part of the movie he protested. You also had to explain to him that the movie producers had gotten a lot of their material from the SHIELD files and security tapes Nat had dumped on the internet.

The evening was going splendidly until you smelled another werewolf as you and Loki were leaving the theater.

#Loki #Lover #Imagine #Submitted fic #submission #packless monsters #chapter 8 #nekoamamori

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2018 fic year in review

thank you so much for tagging me @homosociallyyours !! this was really fun (and also a bit hard haha) to do ^__^

1. number of stories (including drabbles) posted to ao3: 19 (6 100 word seasonal drabbles, and out of the rest 4 are under 1k and 2 are chaptered but one of those is still a WIP)

2. word count posted for the year: 142,383 which is def more than i’ve written in previous years but my initial goal for this year was 200k and then i lowered it to 150k and then decided i should focus less on word count and more on actually finishing the fics lmaooo

3. list of works posted this year in order of posting:

the tesco fic (although i didn’t make the tumblr post until recently)

three spring drabbles (100 words each)

begin again [timestamp] (my only snowbaz fic in 2018)

we’re swimming with the sharks until we drown

SPHERICAL

got me an appetite, now i can taste it

Take a Chance on Me

Getting Naked on Camera (NOT CLICKBAIT)

my favourite colour is you

louis tomlinson’s completely 100% foolproof guide to snagging the fit bloke next door (3 100 word drabbles)

no better place than right by your side

days gone by (WIP)

love the cronch

zero to sixty

where the love light gleams

4. fandoms i wrote for: mostly one direction and by that i mean i posted a timestamp for a carry on fic from 2017 and the rest was one direction lol

5. pairings: harry/louis, simon/baz (ONCE)

6. story with the most hits: Take a Chance on Me with 10975 hits :o

7. story with the most kudos: Take a Chance on Me with 426 kudos

8. story with the most comments: Take a Chance on Me with 52 comments threads

9. work i’m most proud of and why: well Take a Chance on Me was both my first time doing a big bang as well as the longest thing i’ve ever written (twice the length of the previous longest!) and i’m still completely in love with the art for it courtesy of @vulpixlou and i def don’t go back to stare at it ever nope 👀👀

10. work i’m least proud of and why: i mean i could nitpick the hell out of my stuff and i know there are certain bits i would write differently now but at the same time i created something with my brain that didn’t exist before and that’s just too cool not to be proud of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

11. a favorite excerpt of your writing:

this is from Take a Chance on Me (shocker) and i was having trouble thinking of my fave but then i was skimming through all of my fics and ngl i had forgotten about this bit but y’all i’ve been trying to work a Dramatic Airport Reunion into a fic FOR FUCKING EVER and i finally did it and i actually don’t hate it? (spoiler for the ending of Take a Chance on Me)

“See…” Louis starts. “See, there’s this guy. And, oh god, he’s an absolute twat. Wanna know what he did to me?” Harry nods faintly, and Louis, emboldened now, goes on. “So, I already knew who he was, right? I knew him, because he’d been in this god-awful boy band for years, and even if me bloody sisters hadn’t been so bloody in love with him, I’d still have known him, because he was just that famous.”

“I wasn’t that famous.”

“Don’t interrupt,” Louis chastises, and Harry mimics zipping his lips. “So this guy, I knew him, but he didn’t know me, but, fucking hell, I think someone forgot to tell him that, because there I was, minding my own business, when this kid just…” Louis giggles then, because the memory is just so ridiculous, “he just starts fucking singing to me, can you believe it?”

Harry shakes his head. “What a weirdo.”

“Right? The weirdest.”

“What happened next?”

“I fell in love with him.”

“What? That soon?”

“Of course not, Jesus, Harold. I’m not that pathetic. I waited the appropriate amount of time to fall in love, thank you very much.”

“Is that why you’re here, then?” Harry whispers. “Is it because you love him?”

“That’s part of it, yeah. I love him, and I love the way we just fit, and I adore his daughter, and our pets are friends now, and I think our sisters are best friends now, so they didn’t actually give me a choice, but do you want to know the biggest, most important reason?”

Harry nods quickly, so hard his chin bumps his chest, and Louis’ so fucking in love with him at that moment that these are the easiest words he’s ever said.

“I’m here,” he tells Harry, “because I was lying in my own bed, in my own house, surrounded by all my things, and all I wanted to do was go home.”

He’s yanked forward then, Harry’s fingers digging into his shoulders, and he barely feels the pain because it’s Harry, and everything’s good when it’s Harry. He’s babbling into Louis’ neck, and the only words he can make out are his name and “love you” and he shivers with the feeling.

Harry’s hair has grown out enough since the night Louis snuck in to see him that he can tangle his fingers in the strands. So he does, pulling Harry’s face away from his neck and pressing their lips together. Every kiss feels like an apology. Every kiss feels like home.

12. share or describe a favorite review you recieved: so this miiiiight be cheating but i received two comments on a fic i wrote in 2015 and it was kind of a surprise that something that old still held up and people still enjoy it? def made me feel better about my current writing and also anyone who quotes my fics back to me has earned my undying love and affection

13. a time when writing was really, really hard: i have adhd so p much always ahahaha

14. a scene or character you wrote that most surprised you: the entirety of “we’re swimming with the sharks until we drown” ngl because i struggled with the like… morally gray criminal-y elements? and portraying the two of them in such a different way while still staying in character which i like to think i nailed? hopefully lol

15. how did you grow as a writer this year? i don’t feel like a i have? but i’m also bias and hypercritical so maybe i did and just didn’t realize ahaha

16. how do you hope to grow next (this?) year: i want to enjoy writing again and i want to finish more fics and not let them rot in my docs because of self-doubt

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer: okay so first @amandaisnotwriting is the real MVP as she bears the brunt of my whining/complaining/drama queen moments as well as the fact that she listens (some would argue is forced to :p) and reads over fic for a pairing she doesn’t ship for a fandom she doesn’t care about 😂😂😂

@rainbowbaz always makes time to look over my fics even when she’s crazy busy and is honestly amazing and saves my fics from americanisms ahahaha

and FINALLY we met p late in the year but but @livingatthelairport ‘s comment on “the tesco fic” helped me out of a writing slump and now she’s become my cheerleader (and friend 💜) and that’s make a huge difference in my attitude towards writing! it’s also easier to write a fic for a specific person than worry about the opinion of a crowd which is def something i’ve been missing in this fandom rip

also to everyone else who has read my fics, listened to me rant about them or just helped the process along in any way at all this is a GIANT thank you!!

18. anything from your real life show up in your writing this year? i mean i can’t think of anything off the top of my head but a lot of my inspo comes from the world around me so probably lol

19. any wisdom you can share with other writers: there’s nothing wrong with feeling jealous of other writers because i’m not a fan of hiding feelings just because they’re ugly as long as you don’t let it fester and turn into resentment or make you bitter. there are a lot of factors that go into a fic becoming “big” in a fandom but honestly most of it is just random chance so don’t beat yourself up because someone else’s success is not your failure and it’s nice to get recognition for your hard work but if you’re writing solely for the feedback then you’re writing for the wrong reason and that will lead to the resentment and bitterness mentioned earlier

also if you compliment someone you say you like their outfit but if you complement someone then you complete them

20. any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I’M GLAD YOU ASKED

these are all the things i didn’t start and/or finish in 2018 that WILL be completed this year

the cat fic

the doctor fic

the final three chapters of days gone by

penpal AU

Space. Florist.

teenage fanboys who are also best friends

baking blog fic

a short follow up to tacom

twitter drama fic

80’s/’high school’/secret admirer!AU

something based on yawning grave by lord huron

part three of the alien harry series

chocolate orange holiday fic

LA fic (wtwm)

70’s fic

monkey fic

i’m also planning to do the @larryabroad challenge again because i had so much fun with it last time :D

21. tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read:

p sure everyone has done this but if you haven’t then do it now! and also tagging @cosyblack k bc you’ve had a really good year even if i have beta bias 😂

this took waaay longer than i thought it would omg but it was nice to take a look back!!

#me a writer writing all of this: i’m not good with words

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theladyofdeath · 6 years

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Friday Night Lights {ACOTAR}

Chapter 2

Summary: Inspired by the series Friday Night Lights. In a town that is obsessed with football, a group of teenagers are glorified for what they bring to the field. But what the people of Velaris don’t realize is that there is a lot more to life than football, and it’s not always pretty.

Revolves around Cassian, Nesta, Elain, Lucien, Azriel, Morrigan, Amren, Feyre, and Rhysand.

*Warning: This fic deals with sensitive material.

*Note: A chapter will be posted every Wednesday.

Click here for previous chapters.

Author’s Note: Hey, guys. I have surgery planned for Wednesday, so I’m going to post this wonderful (debatable) chapter today. Also, I’ve had a few of you ask about being tagged, and I’m sorry to say that I will no longer be doing tags in my fics. With Castaway, they hardly ever worked and I had a few readers get mad because of it. Instead, I have (and will be) tagging every chapter with “TACMC FNL” for your convenience! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! And, as always, i would love to know what you think. :)

Shout out to @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty for helping me with details! <3

Cassian hoped Rhys picked up Alana without a problem.

He had called Velaris Elementary and told them Rhysand Lunasa would be picking her up, although the Lunasas were already on her emergency release form.

And yet, his leg was shaking uncontrollably as he sat in his homeroom classroom to serve his first detention.

In typical Helion fashion, he was late. Even those who ran detention didn’t want to be in detention.

On top of that, their first game was Friday night and Velaris High School’s starting fullback was missing most of practice.

Coach B said he would have to put in extra hours during his afternoon free period to make up for lost time.

Mondays.

He didn’t regret it, though. In fact, every time he thought back to punching Eris in the face, his soul became a little lighter. The dick got what he deserved. Cassian had hoped the news traveled to Mor, he hadn’t seen her since homeroom. She wouldn’t be mad. He wasn’t even sure why she stayed with Eris, after all the shitty things he had done to her. But she was capable of making her own decisions, so Cassian stayed out of it.

Well, mostly. At least on her end.

A small smile tugged on the corner of his lips as the door swung open, and to Cassian’s surprise, it wasn’t Mr. Spellcleaver who walked in.

She was tall, at least she carried herself that way. She wore a heather grey pencil skirt with a white button down and a crimson red scarf, her long golden-brown waves hanging limply down her sides.

But her eyes were what caught Cassian’s attention.

They were like the calm before the storm, lingering over the ocean. Grey-blue, and staring negatively into Cassian’s.

Surely, she couldn’t be in detention. She looked to stuck-up. Too snooty. Too good for that shit.

“Name?” she asked, as she walked to Helion’s desk and sat down.

Cassian looked around the classroom, although they were the only two in there. “Uh, Cassian Nazari? Who the hell are you?”

She looked up from her apparent list, eyes narrowed. “Ms. Archeron. I’ll be overseeing detention, and that sort of language will not be tolerated.”

Cassian blinked. “Archeron? Are you Elain’s sister?”

The girl’s pencil froze from whatever she was writing on her sheet. “Yes.”

“Are you new, too? I didn’t see you today. Are you -“

“I’m not a student here.”

“Ah,” Cassian sighed, leaning back in his chair, as realization hit him. “You’re one of the new aids from the University.”

The aids from Velaris University came every year, although they typically looked older than the girl sitting in front of him. He quirked an eyebrow, which only seemed to annoy her more.

When she didn’t answer, Cassian grinned. “Well, since you’re not a teacher, and apparently we’re going to be spending some time together, don’t you think we should be on a first name basis?”

She put down her pencil and folded her hands on top of the desk. “Do you think that’s something to be proud of? Detention?”

“Are you going to council me, Ms. Archeron?”

The tone in which he spoke her name had her scowling. “No. We can stay quiet, if you wish.”

“Oh, no, I would love to talk to you. How did Elain like her first day?”

She didn’t answer.

“You coming to the game on Friday night?” he tried, again.

“I don’t waste my time at football games.”

“You should,” Cassian said. “If you’re going to be a part of Velaris High –“

“We shouldn’t be speaking,” she interrupted. “This is meant to be punishment, a time for you to do homework.”

Cassian grinned, catching sight of her nametag. Nesta.

“Well, Nesta,” he began, and she scowled at the sound of her name from his lips. “It’s the first day of school. I don’t have homework. And I shouldn’t be punished. My so-called crime is perfectly justified.”

“If you’re trying to get under my skin, it’s not working. Now be quiet.”

“How old are you, anyway?” Cassian asked, not bothering to take a hint. Taking hints when people were annoyed with him was not his style. “You look younger than me. Are you one of those freakishly smart kids that graduated high school at, like, fourteen?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, Nesta’s cheeks began to burn as she turned her attention back to her clipboard.

Cassian chuckled as he pulled the phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. He used to get embarrassed of his phone, because it was all he could afford. It wasn’t the latest iPhone, or whatever other smartphone every else had. His model was made ten years ago and only cost twenty dollars a month to keep activated.

Alana okay? He sent to Rhys.

He replied less than a minute later. Yup. She’s sitting by Coach B on the bleachers while we get ready. She had a good day. : ) She’s excited to tell you about it.

Cassian let out a breath. Good. She had a good day. That was a good sign.

He glanced at the clock.

Five minutes.

He had only been in detention for five minutes.

“What’s your name?”

Elain blinked down at the little girl beside her. She hadn’t even realized she was there.

Her tanned skin was kissed by the sun, as if she had spent all Summer playing outdoors, and her long, curly brown hair was just as lovely as her hazel eyes.

“Elain,” she laughed, quietly. “What’s yours?”

“Alana,” she grinned, her two front teeth missing. “I’m five. My brother plays football. Does yours?”

“No,” Elain sighed. “No, I have no brothers. I do have sisters, though. One of them wants to be a teacher, and the other likes to paint.”

“Do you like to paint?” she asked, curiously. “I do.”

“Do you? I’m sure you’re a beautiful painter.”

The young girl smiled again as a tall, blonde girl approached them.

Elain recognized her immediately from a few of her classes.

“Mor!” Alana beamed, jumping to her feet and running into the arms of the blonde.

Mor smiled and brushed back her hair. “Hey, pretty girl. How was school?”

“Great! Are you gonna do cheerleading?”

“Yes,” Mor said, finding Elain. “I see you already met our new cheerleader. Elain?”

“Yep,” she said, rising to her feet and brushing down her gym shorts – a nervous habit. “I, um, have never done this before. Our last school was too small to form a squad, but I’ve always wanted to try it. I’m sorry if I’m awful, but I’ll do my best not to be. Oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m babbling –“

Mor just laughed, keeping Alana close to her side. “It’s okay. I’m captain, and what I say goes. And I say that you are more than welcome on the squad, and if you’re struggling, I’ll be more than happy to help you in any way I can. There’s no need to be nervous.”

Elain froze. It’s not that she expected Mor to be mean, but…..well, no that was it. And she felt awful for judging.

“Where’s Cass, Mor?” Alana asked, breaking the silence. “He said he was going to get me from school, but he didn’t.”

Mor crouched down to Alana’s height, and brushed a curly black lock behind her ear. “He’ll be here soon. He was naughty today.”

Alana rolled her eyes. “Again?”

Mor chuckled. “Yeah, what can you do? Boys.”

Alana giggled then held out her hand to Elain, which she amusingly shook. “It was nice to meet you, Elain. You will make a fine cheerleader.”

Then, she walked onto the football field and sat down on the bench, by a man that Elain assumed was the coach.

“She sure has a way with words for someone so young,” Elain said.

Mor smiled, wistfully. “Yeah, she does. That girl is special.” Then, as if she noticed Elain’s curious glance, Mor cleared her throat. “Well, come with me. Let me introduce you to the girls. I think you’re going to have fun.”

As they were walking to the sidelines, a tall boy with red hair came up behind them and smacked Mor on the ass. Mor didn’t even look back, she simply rolled her eyes. “Don’t mind him. That’s Eris. He’s a dick, but I don’t feel like making a scene right now. Not in front of Alana.”

Elain glanced nervously at the boy, with his broad shoulders and throbbing veins. “Does he…..do that kind of stuff to everyone?”

Mor quirked a brow before realizing what she was actually asking. “Oh, no, don’t worry about him. He won’t touch you. He’s my…..my boyfriend.”

Elain caught herself from asking why she stuttered, but she simply nodded her head and continued with the rest of their walk in silence.

“Good afternoon, ladies!” Mor called out once they reached the group that was gathering, placing her hands on her hips. “This is Elain, she is the newest member of our squad. It’s her first time cheering, so I expect you all to be helpful and encouraging.”

To Elain’s surprise, she was greeted with clapping and cheers. They all gave her a smile, except for the one on the end. Noticing where she was looking, Mor chuckled. “That’s Amren. Don’t let her fool you, she’s cheery inside.”

Elain quickly looked away from the small, black-haired female before their eyes could connect. “She doesn’t seem like the….”

“Cheerleader type?” Mor laughed, finishing her question. “No, she doesn’t. But her form is great, and she’s our flyer. She’s into gymnastics, but since Velaris doesn’t offer gymnastics, she joined the squad in hopes to stay in the same line of work. As close as she could get, anyway. Don’t judge too fast, though. She’ll surprise you.”

Elain, panicked, began to tell Mor that she wasn’t trying to judge, but got cut off.

“Mor?”

The two girls spun around, and Elain stopped.

So did the boy who was walking toward them, dressed in football pads and carrying his helmet by the facemask.

Mor’s grin turned wicked as she glanced between Azriel and Elain, as the two stared at one another in timid silence.

Azriel showed no emotion – none except for the crimson patches on his tanned cheeks.

He was in all of Elain’s classes but one, which was yearbook, which she excitedly decided to take thanks to Lucien’s recommendation.

Azriel always sat on the opposite end of the room as she did, but she caught him watching her a few times throughout the day.

And couldn’t stop the tingly sensation that sat in the pit of her stomach when she did.

“Sorry,” Azriel cleared his throat, at last, and looked to Mor as he raked a scarred hand through his dark hair. Elain couldn’t help but stare at the scars, at the way they completely ruined and mutilated his flesh. And yet, she didn’t stare because it was horrifying. She just simply couldn’t look away. “Um, Rhys wants to take us all out for pizza after practice. Wanna come?”

She looked to Azriel, then Elain saw her look further down the field – at Eris. “Yeah, sure, that would be great.”

Azriel looked to Elain, and cleared his throat, again. “Uh, would you like to come?”

“Oh,” Elain stopped, and she knew she was blushing. “No, that’s okay. I – my sisters will be expecting me. We just moved, and we’re still settling in. I don’t want to – no, that’s – I don’t want to impose.”

Azriel’s lips flattened as he pursed them, and nodded. He didn’t say anything else as he tugged on his helmet and jogged to the middle of the field.

Mor turned to Elain and raised her brows. “He was flirting with you.”

“He was?” Elain asked, incredulously. “He kinda looked like he wanted to set me on fire.”

“Trust me, I’ve known Az a long time,” Mor grinned. “He was flirting with you.”

And with that, she turned to the group, and practice began.

Elain tried to focus on what she had to learn, but she couldn’t get his face out of her mind.

And the shadows that seemed to linger over his shoulders.

Feyre sat high up on the bleachers, doodling in her notebook as practices were in full bloom on the field below.

She hated football. Football players were always stuck up and conceited, and she thought it was better to just stay away.

But Elain wanted to cheer, and Feyre supported whatever she did, so it looked like Feyre would be spending quite a bit of time by that damned field.

Nesta plopped down next to Feyre and sighed, forcing her to stop her pencil from moving and look at her sister. “Bad day?”

“No,” Nesta sighed. “No, it was okay. Mr. Collins is making me watch over detentions, though, and it’s just…..strange. I’m supposed to be in charge, but I’m only a year older than the seniors. It feels.....I don’t know. I feel like a child. Like a fake.”

Nesta had graduated early, thanks to her mass knowledge in pretty much every subject. She was halfway through University at nineteen, and Feyre had always admired her for such things.

“Someone already got detention?” Feyre chuckled. “It’s the first day of school.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Yes, one of the football players. Cassian Nazari. And his mouth is filthy. And I swear he was trying to flirt with me, which is extremely inappropriate.”

“You’re only a year older,” Feyre reminded her.

“But I work here,” Nesta rolled her eyes.

Feyre couldn’t help but laugh at Nesta’s fit. “Well, I’m sure he can’t stay in detention forever. Then you can move on.”

Nesta didn’t answer, she simply looked out onto the field where a boy was just now coming out of the locker room. “There he is. The little prick.”

Feyre smirked, but there was nothing little about him. He was huge. Fit. Beautiful, if Feyre had to admit. Even though the fact of his attraction was completely obvious.

She saw him run to number 16, which she recognized as Rhysand, the douche from gym, and slap him on the back before taking his place on the field.

“Wait – why are you scowling?” Nesta asked, genuinely curious.

“Speaking of pricks,” Feyre muttered before shaking her head. “I had a hell of a day.”

“Bad?” Nesta asked, her shoulders becoming tense.

Nesta had a tendency to come off like she didn’t care, although she had come a long way since their mother died. But it was little things like that, like the tensing up of her upper body, that made Feyre remember just how much their elder sister cared.

Nesta did take her and Elain out of their father’s home. If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t have moved them ninety miles away – to Velaris.

“Not bad,” Feyre sighed. “Just…..I don’t know. New, I guess.”

Nesta nodded, as if she understood but wasn’t sure what to say.

“I’m sure it will get better though,” Feyre continued. “Looks like Elain is enjoying herself, at least.”

Elain was in the middle of a line of cheerleaders, her blue and black pom-poms up in a high V.

“She deserves it,” Nesta said, eyeing Elain on the field below. “She’s too kind to have lived the life we have so far.”

Feyre agreed. If anyone of them deserved a better life, it was Elain.

Elain had been the one to try and take the spot of “mother” after theirs had passed away, even though she was only a year older than Feyre, and a year younger than Nesta. It was in her blood, the love and care that only people like Elain could show.

Yet, she suffered the same as the rest of them. But she looked happy, with her arms in the air, chanting whatever foolishness she was chanting. And she was smiling.

And that was enough for Feyre, at least for now.

If Elain could find happiness in this starlit hell, perhaps she could, too.

#tacmc fnl #short chapter #i didn't want to make too many scenes tho #sorry #acotar #friday night lights #fanfic #fanfiction

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After All This Time

Characters: Tentoo; Rose Tyler; Hope Tyler-Noble; Wilfred Tyler-Noble; Original Child Character; Tentoo x Rose; Ten x Rose

Rated: General

Tags: Fluff: Hurt/Comfort; Family; Kid!Fic

Summary: She laughed her beautiful laugh that never failed to make him laugh too. And when her tongue poked out at the side of her mouth, he felt his insides turn to very manly goo, as they always had at the sight of that smile. “So, no regrets, then?” She dropped her eyes in sudden insecurity, and he felt a nervous little tug at their bond.

Notes: For 10/2.

I have another one in the works, but the ending is giving me fits. It’ll be late coming.

This little story is actually the epilogue of the very first story in my These Two Hearts series, called Regrets, Repentance, and Promises. That longer tale, a post GitF story (hence the references to France in this tale), has yet to be completed and posted. There’s a chapter or two left that just won’t get written… not yet, and another chapter or two I’m just not sure about.

But I love this little epilogue. It takes place years after the rest of that story ends. There are references to things that took place in the longer story, but I don’t think they really need any explanation. Just one note: the promise “…to hold [Rose] forever…” was originally made by the Time Lord in the aftermath of The Idiot’s Lantern adventure. If you are familiar with my little Pete’s World family, the Doctor and Rose’s children mentioned here (nameless) are Hope, Charlie, and Wilfred. Impulsive, also part of my These Two Hearts series, is also a chapter (NSFW) from the longer story. If I keep doing this, eventually the whole story will be posted, piecemeal! LOL I guess that’s one way to do it!

Happy 10/2!!!

Read at: AO3; FFnet; Teaspoon

After All This Time

Rose and the Doctor sat, curled together on the sofa in the TARDIS’ console room, rejoicing in the activity whirling around them, the soft murmur of voices speaking in a mix of Gallifreyan and English. They gazed into one another’s eyes and the Doctor reached up and stroked Rose’s cheek, suddenly overcome with gratitude. “You’re so beautiful Rose. Thank-you for giving me all of this. For so long I never believed I could ever have this, that it wouldn’t be possible. I never could have imagined that forever could be this good.” He had long-since renounced his hesitation in expressing his feelings.

“Yeah? Don’t know that you deserve it though.” She smirked, allowing her love for him to shine in her eyes and flare through their bond.

“Oi!” he admonished, leaning in and giving her a kiss, which she returned with fervour.

“Yeeuck! Would you two get a room?” Their son’s voice caused them to start giggling and they deepened their embrace in response. “There are children here, you know!”

Rose broke away from the kiss, ignoring the pout on her husband’s face. “Oh, I think it’s time we turned in anyway. You lot have the old girl well in hand.”

“Gran! Gran!” A little voice piped up from the other side of the console. A bouncing little blond head came rushing toward them. “Where do you want to go for our adventure tomorrow? Oh, where do you want to go?” the little girl babbled. “There’s this amaaaazing planet that Mummy and Daddy took us to once where the dominant life forms look like they’re made of bubble-gum bubbles; or, weeeell, we could go to Datrooloon-Turg and explore around the crystal caves there. Did you know that they’re made from a special mineral that glows when–”

“Sweetheart,” Rose cut the little girl off, having become very adept at that particular practice over the years, “you choose the adventure and we will be happy to share it with you. For now, we’ll say goodnight, ‘kay?”

The little girl flashed a manic grin so reminiscent of the Doctor Rose could hardly supress a chuckle, and pulled her in for a hug.

Upon being released, the little girl cried, “Oi, you lot! Gran and Granddad are going to bed.”

“Urrgh, she sounds just like your mother,” the Doctor groaned under his breath.

“Shut up, you,” Rose growled good-naturedly. “She mostly sounds like you with her non-stop, little gob and her encyclopaedic knowledge of everythin’. But they all got a bit of that, didn’t they? Just to drive me spare…”

Soon they were surrounded by six loving sets of arms, their grandchildren, eager to wish their grandparents goodnight. The youngest, the only ginger one in the family, was delivered to their arms by his mum, their oldest child.

--oOo--

The next morning, the Doctor woke up as he had once only longed for: with his arms wrapped around his Rose, breathing in her sleepy scent, her once-golden hair tickling his nose, experiencing the peace and calm only she could provide. He pressed a kiss against her cheek. “Ready for a great adventure today, my love?” he huffed.

“Doctor?” She turned in his arms, stroking the silver hair by his temples, touching his mind with gentle caresses. “Do you remember you once told me, if the thrill of adventure ever became too much for me you would be happy just to hold me forever?”

He felt tears sparkling in his eyes. “I meant it.”

“I think… I think it’s time.”

“For me, too, love. This body just keeps getting older. I would be very content to hold you forever.”

“We’ve had a fantastic life, haven’t we? Years of adventures. Three amazin’ children. Six grandchildren, so far, and every one of them brilliant and brave. And our TARDIS! She speaks to all of them the way she speaks to us.”

“She’ll look after countless generations of our progeny, Rose,” he crowed enthusiastically. “Defenders of the Universe, all of them! The Stuff of Legend! Ha!”

She laughed her beautiful laugh that never failed to make him laugh too. And when her tongue poked out at the side of her mouth, he felt his insides turn to very manly goo, as they always had at the sight of that smile. “So, no regrets, then?” She dropped her eyes in sudden insecurity, and he felt a nervous little tug at their bond.

“Never! This is a brilliant adventure! And all because I get to share it with you. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

With a sober expression she asked, “Do you think he’s okay?”

The Doctor didn’t need to ask whom she referred to, although she hadn’t openly voiced her concern for years. “He’s all right. He has the TARDIS: same old life; last of the Time Lords. And he’ll always have your love, and he’ll return it forever.”

She nodded. “Do you think he’d be happy knowing what we’ve created here?”

“Rose,” he assured her, “he would be so proud of you. He loves you more than life itself, always will. He gave willingly the one thing that anchored him, that gave him peace… to me, so that you could have a life you truly deserved. Oh, he knew you would’ve been happy travelling the stars with him forever, but he also knew that this life would fulfil you in different ways. He knew it would make you happy in the end. And, oh Rose, what a gift you have been to me. You always were, of course.”

“It was so hard to accept, at first: you… him… both of you… makin’ those decisions for me without consultin’ me… after everythin’. God, do you remember how abominably I treated you those first few weeks?” She tucked her head against his shoulder in embarrassment.

“How could I forget?” he laughed. “But I always understood, love. And I had promised him I would never give up on you, on us. Just the way you told me… him, the day we bonded. Remember? ‘If two people really care about one another, they find a way to make it work.’”

“You promised him…? You never told me that! All these years, and you never told me that.” She frowned.

“Rose, please just know that you are the most-loved woman in two universes. No one else can say that.” He cupped her cheek. “I love you; he loves you; but we never deserved you.”

“Oh, I think you did. How could I ever have asked for more? You, all of space and time… I wouldn’t have changed a thing.”

“So, does that mean…? Rose, have you ever forgiven me?” He rubbed self-consciously at the back of his neck.

“Forgiven you? What–”

“France... Abandoning you… the hell I put you through.”

“Doctor,” he saw confusion cloud her expression, “have you been carrying that around with you all these years? You’ve kept this hidden from me. Why have you not shared this with me?”

He found himself unable to meet her eyes, sensing her hurt. “I had hoped, but… weeeell…” he tugged at his ear, “…I suppose I felt I didn’t deserve to have that peace, after everything I’ve done in my life, not to mention after everything I put you through. And it was a constant reminder I needed to show you how much I love you– that you deserved to know that– every single day of your forever.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and her lips trembled as she considered his confession. Then a sudden look of horror crossed her face. “Has he been worried about this too? And he’ll never know how much I love him and forgive him, and how much you… he… means to me. Doctor, I’ve long since…”

“He’ll be alright, really, love. He knows how much you love him, trust me. Rose, please don’t cry. He knows. You once traveled recklessly across dimensions to get back to him… me, after all.”

“Well, I was also trying to save the multiverse…” She rolled her eyes at him.

“Anyway, he’ll feel a bit absolved. After all, he…”

“He sacrificed his own happiness for us. That’s w’at you mean, yeah.”

He nodded. “I won’t lie, Rose. It won’t have been easy for him. But through the bond, he’ll have that little bit of you with him always: your undying love.”

“Yes, oh, yes, he has that! And… I s’ppose, this way, he’ll never have to watch me wither and…” She released her breath in a rush of relief, and gave him a watery smile. After a moment’s reflection, she whacked him in the arm. “You daft git! After all this time!”

He chuckled and breathed a sigh as he looked into her sparkling eyes. “Remind me again: how long are you going to stay with me?”

“Forever,” she whispered. She pressed her fingers to his temples, and he responded in kind, tenderly touching the tendrils of their bond, sharing their love: mind, body, and soul, as they had done now for so many years.

#ficandchips #tentoo x rose #ten x rose #kid!fic #fluff #hurt/comfort #family #pete's world #happy tentoo day!#10/2 #tenroseforeverandever's fic

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fangirlingmuch · 7 years

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Closing the Distance Ayapin fanfic PART 11

I am really sorry that I have not been writing for a long time. I didn’t have the strength. I was telling myself that I have time and before I knew it another month has passed and then another one.

And now to the next part of the fanfic that everyone has forgotten about. I hope at least one person will enjoy it.

For previous parts, just click on the bottom on my “closing the distance fanfic” tag and you will see all the parts posted so far.

- Hello…?

- It’s me. –

Pin knew that already. He had her number in his phone for awhile now. Even before she told him that she loved him. He justified it to himself that she was Shouta’s friend so he needed it for an emergency reasons. It bothered him sometimes when he saw her number while scrolling through his phone but swore he would never use it.

When he saw her name flashing on his screen it took him awhile to calm his racing heart. He could still feel the adrenaline from the situation before. There was more than one factor that fuelled his anger. The fact that some bloke was harassing Ayane , just to turn up to be her ex-boyfriend who then said things that still made Pin see red when he thought of it. He was also angry at himself because even though he almost floored the guy he had to admit that one thing that came out of that guy’s mouth was true – he did wanted Ayane for himself – even though it was taking all of his self control not to act on it.

The other thing was that he couldn’t help but notice that Ayane’s ex-boyfriend was only a little younger than him. This fact frightened and angered him. So she goes for older guys?! But then he remembered her dating Kent and some guys from school. The age difference between him and Ayane wasn’t even that drastic. They wouldn’t be the first couple with that kind of age gap. He actually knew a couple among his parents’ friends with 14 years difference. But him and Ayane being teacher and student was a completely different matter.

Now that he heard her voice though the phone he couldn’t even casually say her name or pretend to be surprised. He just stayed silence waiting for her to talk again.

- I wanted to thank you for today. – Ayane started talking when it became clear that Pin isn’t planning to say anything. She thought it was a very good sign that he didn’t just hang up on her. – You didn’t have to intervene but I am glad you did. You helped me… I mean us a lot. Chizu would probably kick the guy and Sawako was scaring him a lot. – Ayane knew she was babbling but she somehow wanted to compensate for the fact that Pin wasn’t saying anything. – You resolved the situation pretty quickly. But if it ended up being a fight how would it look? Teacher beating up his stu…student’s ex-boyfriend – Ayane stuttered a little. She disliked thinking of herself as Pin’s student as it was hitting all the wrong places. – I think I know what you mean now saying about us being… you know… student and teacher. How people would look at us.

Both of them had the same image on their mind in that moment. Not how people would look at them but how they would look together. Pin almost choked on air and Ayane panicked when she realised how what she just said sounded.

- Oh God… no… I didn’t… I didn’t mean…. I mean…what I meant… we will… no… not be… like…. not together. Someone kill me now. – Ayane didn’t want to see her own reflection, she felt like her face was going to explode. – What I was trying to say is that I understand now why you say you are my teacher all the time. You were trying to force me to look at all of this from your point of view. I think I know what you wanted me to understand. But I hate that you use that excuse every time. And it is very hard for me when you act like you did today. And when I fainted. – She bit her lip wondering if she should say what she was thinking at the moment. – I need to tell you something. I think..I hope it will be the last time. Are you listening?

- Hm.. yeah – he mumbled under his breath after almost a minute has passed.

- I am sorry, I am really sorry but I still love you. I am trying to stop. I really am trying. I am hanging up now.

As she was taking her phone away from her ear with a shaking hand she heard something that sounded like a faint “Me too” – but which part did he mean?

Ayane shook her head trying to get a ridiculous thought of her mind and tapped her cheeks with open palms.

- Don’t’ be silly! – she told herself as she started to blush in a crazy hue of red. – He definitely didn’t mean that he loves me too!

She fawned her face as in her mind their conversation started to sound more like “I still love you” “Me too”.

- I am such an idiot! – and she threw herself onto her bed.

Pin couldn’t believe he just said that. When Ayane told him that she loved him it took all of his strength not to tell her that he loves her too. It escaped him at very last moment and he was hoping she didn’t hear it at all. Seeing that she wasn’t calling him again he thought that she didn’t in fact hear him.

- Should I just give in? – he mumbled to himself feeling defeated. – What is really stopping me?

But the reasons haven’t changed and he knew that way too well.

Even if he decided to act on his feelings, he couldn’t in their current situation. They would have to keep it a secret from everyone because if people found out they would be forced to stay apart, he could get suspended or fired from his job and even have legal actions taken against him if someone from Ayane’s family decided to press charges as she was still considered to be a minor. That’s the reality of their situation.

But what if they waited? Pin started to think about what happens when Ayane finishes school. When she graduates, almost every obstacle would disappear. He would formally no longer be her teacher. People who knew them could still frown but when she becomes an university student and an adult, there would be no reason for people to ask them to separate. But then he remembered the important fact that Ayane was planning to study far away. So waiting for her to graduate didn’t make much sense if they had to jump into having a long distance relationship straight away. He was not sure if he could survive it.

- There is no right answer. There is nothing I can do. – Pin said losing all hope in getting a happy ending.

P.S. If you read it till the end, I am happy beyond understanding. I have reused few lines from my other Ayane fanfic but I hope nobody minds.

#Ayapin #Closing The Distance #Closing the Distance fanfic #Pin #Ayane #I am sorry it has taken me so long #I will try to write at least 1 chapter a month from now on

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continuing the BR (re)watch so have other Good parts of yoi:

amongst the things the HD versions corrected: Yurio’s hairdo in his flashbacks from his first GPF event. he now has a crown braid (with half-up ponytail?) the whole time, not just on the podium. important changes.

sara congratulating yuuri for his qualification THAT HE NABBED UNDER HER BROTHER’S NOSE RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER BROTHER

seung-gil’s sparkly gloves and necktie

michele’s scream noises (amazing)

emil recognizing michele’s screams

emil taking the hug happily

emil carrying michele

the audio commentary for episode 10 has chris’s seiyuu and miyano, and they begin the ep gushing over victor’s bod and talking about butts. (the pool scene) (he also later says Isabella’s name aloud!)

“this guy is Jean-Jacques leroy... i think��

yurio: *about to insult his fans* lilia: Yuri Plisetsky, Do Not Use Non-Beautiful Words yurio: *lets fans take selfies with him* JJ’s fiancée: *insults yuri angels* yurio: DON’T FUCKING INSULT MY FANS

btw isabella went from being his “koibito” to being his “fiancée” between eps 9-10, they literally just got engaged, he’s allowed to show off a tiny bit

phichit’s contact picture for yuuri is either Vicchan or Makkachin, Idk which is cuter

THEY ADDED SOMEONE TO PHICHIT’s SELFIE WITH GUAN G HONG I THINK IT’S LEO AND HE’S LIKE BASICALLY SNIFFING GUANG OHNG’S NECK WTF WHAT DECISION WAS THIs??? AND IT HAS “I HAD A RESTFUL VACATION” AS DESCRIPTION DID THEY ALL HAVE A SELIF E SLUMBER PARTY IN CHINA OR STH wHAT

JJ’S CAT EARS PIC IS 1) THEM SHOWING OFF THEIR ENGAGEMENT RINGS I NEVER REALLIZED WTF THAT’S ACTUALLY CUTE, 2) TAGGED “#foreverlove #lover #love #happy #fit #couple #hot #ring #lovestory #forever #cute” strike that someone stop JJ (THIS IS AMAZING, WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE TWEETS DESERVES A RAISE)

MIYANO LOVES THAT PIC (they all do tbh, lots of laughing and clapping)

YUURI IS NO LONGER FOLLOWING THE YURI’S ANGELS, THAT TWEET IS FROM MILA MILA IS THE ONE RETWEETING THAT OMGGKLMFDKGLMFKG MILAAA (her account is milla-bavicheva, though it’s spelled “Milla Babicheva” in official artbooks, two l’s but two b’s) “Yurio & Yuri Angels! He’s loved by many.” cute.....

the necktie viktor wants to burn is now striped, btw, it’s more understandable that he has something against it than when it was just a totally normal plain tie

i think chris’ seiyuu is saying it’s not so bad

they all question where otabek’s bike came from. did he bring it from kazakhstan. (no answer given.)

the yuri angels are now screaming about otabek and yuuri on twitter with 1) actually different posts, 2) multilingually (jpn, and a russian and a probably-european-possibly-french girl tweeting in english)

“yurio had never been asked to be friends before!!!!!”

“now back to my and yuuri’s story :) :) :)”

yuuri’s incredible full blush as he spots the jewelry store

no audio commentary comments on the church scene because they’re all busy laughing too hard about some JJ tangent again. just telling the world that sound bites exist of Miyano yelling “INSTAGRAAAM!” and “VKUSNOOO!”

.... according to yamamoto, apparently chris is also popular with canadian ladies (in universe, i believe?), they love jj of course but. foreign chris is also v popular. (they other two are like “huuuuu, really? :O”)

phichit’s eye is slightly changed on that one shot but flawless eyeliner stayed

mari and minako’s faces are also redone but STILL SD and Judging

so. many. shots. where the rings are Better Done

... yamamoto calls the scene where phichit yells at the restaurant LEGENDARY, this is when they all start clapping too

... also clapping and laughing like sillies at JJ Interrupting

i’m so mad i can’t understand 99% of what they’re babbling about, it sounds hilarious

chris’s seiyuu finds yurio-san beautiful when he’s angrily telling viktor to die. (they did ease up on his facial expression but he’s still Furious)

gods, that seaside scene... TT__TT

guang hong’s room is so pink, his phone is phink, his tablet is pink, his laptop is pinkish, i love this boy

yamamoto is like “ep not over, let’s say for the Special Ending” —- wait i think she’s saying JJ&Isabella were also at that banquet :O oh, well, makes sense since JJ was amongst the GPF competitors, but. we now know that they both likely SAW THAT PARTICULAR BIT OF IT. And she confirms that Mila too, that is indeed probably her in the background! no word on Sara as far as I can hear though (but considering Michele was also at that GPF, she was likely around too no matter what)

miyano can’t get over the pole dance but admits it’s cool

... aND FINDS DRUNK YUURI CUTE

#yuri on ice #skating animu #yoi spoilers

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pendragonfics · 7 years

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Consulting Girlfriend

Consulting Receptionist: Chapter One | Chapter Two

Paring: Greg Lestrade/Reader

Tags: female reader, undercover Sherlock Holmes, undercover as a couple, male + female friendship, the opera, Scotland Yard, gun violence, fluff, romance

Summary: Reader and Greg have been going strong for a while, and she has a reputation as a sort of relationship advice guru. Enter Sherlock, who requires you for a case. And catastrophe. Of course, that's just the perks of befriending a Holmes.

Word Count: 2,092

Posting Date: 2016-06-27

Current Date: 2017-05-15

It began when someone blurted out to Anderson that you had banged the boss and won his heart over. Those exact words bled from Donovan's mouth, and forever in Scotland Yard thereon you were no longer the administrator, the gopher, the coffee collector: you were _______ ________, girlfriend of Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade, and now immune to their complimentary jabs.

You were _______, a tea lover and enthusiast (a passion shared with Triplet and Rogers) and nobody nicked your nice brews anymore.

And, most importantly, you were ________. The best relationship advice giver (according to Nina Lordy from HR, who you accidentally got to split from her abusive ex).

The funny thing was, though, that everyone went out of their way to just speak to you, in the most inconspicuous ways for your words of unadulterated pure wisdom. It had been known around the Yard that if a someone bought you a bribe of exotic tea, or faxed you a sneakily-taken, attractive photo of DI Lestrade, you would take the case. It had been almost a year of this; your locker was jammed with jars for your tea bags, and unsorted loose papers of your hot boyfriend the cop all over the place.

And maybe that was going to end.

"I heard from two people that knew people that you are a good relationship advice-giver," a familiar voice entered the foyer of your administration desk. "So I've come for a consultation."

At this, you glance up. And your face pales.

"Mr - Holmes," you stutter.

Sherlock Holmes was notorious for not caring. Or, maybe caring too much and not telling anyone he felt different. But with him and his cheekbones and tall collar and smirk; you almost felt the shadow of greatness mixed with a smidge of arrogance had swallowed you whole and was going to gargle you out.

"Yes, that's my name. You're _______, the administrator John couldn't help babbling about?" He demands.

Your lip twitches in a sort of smile. Only last fortnight John accompanied Greg to the station (something about seeing crime scene evidence to help write his blog). And before you knew it, Bob was your uncle and John had handed you a nicely crafted teapot for advice to keep the love alive with himself and Mary.

"Well, Mr Holmes," you start, gazing at his mass of midnight curls, "If you'd just read my name badge," you tap it with a green pen, "you'd know it. What can I do you for? You usually forgo me and go straight to the Detective Inspector."

He tilts his head. "Yes, I suppose you're correct. I'm not here for George -,"

"Greg."

"But for you. It's for a case. I'm not so...good at attachments in love like I would like to be, and I was wondering..." He trailed off. For a moment all you could think about was how annoying and egocentric he was, and how Sherlock possibly would rank number one in the most selfish men list. All he talked about was his all-important cases, even now to your face. "...you just need to assess some people for me."

You take a deep breath.

"Mr Holmes," you start, "you do know that I'm not a professional love expert, or dating advisor," you remind him. "I'm a secretary. For Scotland Yard."

He nods. "Ah, yes, you are. You're just a secretary. But it's your instinct that I need. So, are you in?" The consulting detective asks you. "Or are you out?"

You huff. "Mr Holmes, I'm supposed to be working right now -,"

"Nobody will notice. It's not a problem if you're busy with me. So? What is your answer, Miss _________?"

Your eyes drift to the picture on your desk, framed away from the eye of the public. It's a shot of yourself and Greg, on one of the first dates he took you on. The both of you looked so happy; his eyes sparkling in the camera flash light that the waiter snapped, your smile unreserved and bright.

Greg would be okay with this.

Wouldn't he?

"If I accept, will it interfere with my work hours?" You probe.

Sherlock takes a moment to think, and leans his elbows on the tall bench that separates him from you. "No. But it happens late at night."

You hesitate. It's been years since anything exciting or fun has happened to you - and no, having a shooter rush in five months ago and blow up half of your foyer wouldn't count as fun.

"Sure." You agree. "I'm in. Where am I required to be, Mr Holmes?"

The curly haired detective rolls his eyes. "Please, don't call me that, I'm not my brother. As for the details of the case, I've them in this envelope here." Sherlock slid a crisp periwinkle blue package toward you. It's the size of a regular envelope, but this seems to bulge with contents, swollen with possibilities. "My phone number is in the inside. Text it when you are ready to undergo this."

There's a kerfuffle upstairs and for a moment you wonder if that's Greg dealing with press and the precocious serial killer of the month. He'd be swamped with telephone interviews and paperwork until midnight. At least.

He wouldn't notice much if you went gallivanting around for the greater good.

"Gotcha," you beam. "Text you, keep it on the DL from my boss, be a love guru."

Sherlock sighs. "I wouldn't -," but he's interrupted by his phone, screeching a factory-set ringtone from his greatcoat. From his numerous pockets, he withdraws a small phone, and answers just as smoothly - ,"...John, I'm working. Yes, actually working, not pretending this time, I told you I am busy this week, with the -,"

He's silent.

In fact, everything is silent. The phone isn't ringing for a change, and the hubbub upstairs has lowered their din. Even London outside the doors and the sprawling city has held its breath in Sherlock Holmes' pause, waiting.

"On my way. Miss ________, you're required far earlier than I previously expected, we have to go." He hangs the phone up, and shoves the blue envelope to your now-standing chest.

Over your shoulder, you call out to your fellow secretary co-worker, Magellan. "I'm just popping out, you have to man the desk!"

And then you're off.

---

The evening went on to become something you never expected; Sherlock dragged you into a boutique for a evening dress, and a handed you a wig a shade opposite to your natural colour. Maybe it was then, or the fact he handed you the tickets to an opera soon after, when you felt slightly off.

"What exactly do you require me for, Mr - Sherlock?" you ask, trying to keep up with his long legs. "I thought I was on as a ... romance consultant. Not a spy."

He clucks. "You're just an accomplice, _______. I need you to observe a couple we will be seated with for the show. They are serial killers, and based on their mood swings, the more casualties. I've you with me to assess what they are going through." Sherlock pauses, and adds in a lower voice, "I'm no good at reading emotions like that."

You nod. "It's okay. Not everyone are."

Sherlock manages a small smile. "Thank you, _______. Gareth is lucky to have you."

"Greg and I are lucky to have each other," you blush, noticing where the two of you have marched yourselves. "Holy shit, this is the seriously posh end of London, Sherlock, what in God's name are we doing here? I can't afford to breathe here, let alone pretend to be your fiancé for this case!" A bead of sweat falls behind your neck. "I don't think I can do this. I'm no silver spoon."

Sherlock takes a deep breath, and turns to you. "Take a deep breath, and ... pretend you're about to go meet the Queen of England." he tells you. "You wouldn't mess around if you were about to see Her Majesty, would you?"

You shake your head.

"Good. Think of the royal family and those babies. Now, here's where we go. Remember, you're Carrie Branson, and I am -,"

"Henry William Reuben," you parrot, and taking a breath, get into character. "Are you ready, my darling? I'm positively dying to see the opera tonight."

---

Nearly three hours later, and in the observation section, there still was no couple. Every second you focus on the fact that Sherlock keeps pointing out people; snipers, fake opera watchers, security guards turning a blind eye, and you feel your pulse escalating.

After he gestures that there is someone behind you, you realise that speaking is out of the question.

We should leave, you write on his trouser leg.

"I know you need to relieve yourself, darling," Sherlock drawls, his voice sickly sweet in a way you'd never expected him to be able to act, "But it's nearly over, and my favorite part is the end. You know that."

You nod. "Yes, dear."

Not five minutes later, though, your phone silently buzzes, your little screen filled with texts from Greg.

Where are you?

______, Maggie says you went off with Sherlock, where are you?

Don't tell me you're at the opera!

Oh f-

______ text me back as soon as you get this.

It's a hostage situation-to-be. Get out if you're in. Greg

"Dear," you tell Sherlock under your breath, "I have to insist on going to the ladies' room."

But just as you stand, you feel a hard barrel placed against the small of your back. Slowly, you raise your hands in defeat. You know a gun against your body, anywhere. "And I have to insist otherwise, Mrs Sherlock Holmes."

"Actually, she's Mrs Greg Lestrade," a familiar voice rejoins. Greg. "I have the place surrounded. Tell your people to stand down in the next thirty seconds or I will arrest you."

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Twenty three hours later, and you're in Greg's bathtub, ears underneath the water, nearly submerged. After writing and giving the statements as to why you were at the almost-siege and not your post at the front desk, you are doing your best to try and forget the feeling of seeing the end so close.

"Love? Is now a good time to come in?" Greg calls out. He knocks twice.

"Yeah, come on in," you reply. Your hair is all wet, and drips down your nose. "I'm sorry."

The face of your boyfriend steps into the room. He's out of his tactical gear (not that that isn't a bad look on his body) and into a pair of pajamas you'd picked out for his birthday. You remember thinking they would bring out the brown in his eyes in a better way. Now, they only make his eyes wider, sadder.

"Don't apologise," Greg whispers. He sits beside the tub, head level with yours. "You're just like me, wantin' to fix things the best way you possibly can. I don't blame you for going out with Sherlock and doin' what you did, but ..." He takes a breath.

"I really thought that man was going to shoot me," you breathe. "I felt like he was going to blow me away and I wouldn't have said goodbye or anything to you. I -," you choke. "I love you, Greg."

He nods. "I know, ______. I can't bear the idea of losing you."

"It's almost funny, you know?" You sniffle. "We both live such dangerous lives."

Greg smiles. "Yeah. But I just can't picture m'self as the next Bond, you know?" he nudges your head lightly. A smile spreads. "There she is. My gorgeous girlfriend."

That's when you remember. "Greg?"

He hums.

"Back in the siege, you said something, about me being married to you, or something?" you prompt. "What was that about? Are we - do you really think you're going to do that one day?"

Greg rests his head on the bath tub ledge. "Of course, _______. I'm going to marry the shit out of you. Do you? Want to -,"

You nod. If you didn't know any better, there's a ripe red blush across your face. "One day. I've had enough excitement for one today, but Gregory Lestrade, I will marry the shit out of you too."

"I love you," He reaches over, and kisses your nose, and goes to rise. "Now, don't stay too long in the tub, consulting girlfriend, fiancée to be, future wife. You'll catch a cold." Greg winks.

"I love you more!" you shout back.

>> NEXT CHAPTER

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killiancygnus · 7 years

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Serendipitous Melody 11/?

Summary: Everyone has dreams. You might dream of becoming an astronaut or teacher, or you might want to become a doctor and save as many lives you can. Emma Swan’s childhood dream was being a singer. But with life getting in the way and never finding the courage to overcome her fears, she never had a chance to follow it. That is until a little push from her friends lead her to cash on an opportunity; and, who knows, she might even get more than what she’d wished for.

Rated: T

Word count: ~3.0k

A/N: Wow I’m actually updating on time, what is this sorcery? Anyway, I am still working on chapter 12. The muse has been pretty rude lately and uni is keeping me busy. Like a lot. If I don’t hit the athor’s block wall for the umpteenth time, I’ll probably manage to post it in two weeks, but after that I can’t guarantee updates every fortnight. I’m a very slow writer sorry. I hope you’ll stick with me. As always, huge thanks to @the-reason-to-sail-home and @londonsbridge, my woderful friends and betas, for helping me with the editing and to all the CS Writers’ Hub ladies.

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Links: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 / AO3

As soon as they got back inside, Emma started shivering from the cold, while two matching puddles of water were forming at her and Killian’s feet.

“Why don’t you go take a shower?” he asked, noticing how tightly she was holding her jacket to her body in an attempt to warm up a bit, “I’ll find you something to wear while your clothes dry up.”

“There’s no need. I’ll be fine,” Emma shrugged him off, even though the trembling of her body betrayed her.

“I insist. You’ll just get a cold if you don’t warm up.”

“What about you?” She followed him upstairs to the bathroom, their shoes squeaking on the floor.

“No need to worry, Swan. I’ll just change into something warm,” Killian reassured her, stopping in front of the bathroom, “I’ll leave you to it then.”

After muttering a thank you, Emma watched him walk in what she supposed was his bedroom for a few seconds, before going in the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She was too cold to care about what it looked like, but she couldn’t help notice how big the room was. Two large glass walls illuminated the room, both next to the shower which was situated in between them in front of the sink and a large mirror. A bathtub was placed in an alcove on the left. Emma quickly stripped off her wet clothes and placed them on the bathtub, neatly enough so that they wouldn’t wrinkle.

Not being able to resist the comfort of heat much longer, she stepped inside the shower. Stifling a moan, she let the warm water fall on the top of her head. After enjoying the effect the water was having on her warming skin, Emma quickly washed her hair and body using a couple of bottles of soap she found in the shower. She futilely tried very hard not to think much about how weirdly soothing the scent of his shampoo was. Not wanting to make Killian wait for too long, she quickly finished up rinsing her hair and then she stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel before tiptoeing in front of the mirror.

She looked flushed. But that was surely only because of the hot water, and not because of anything else. After all, why would it bother her if her hair now smelled exactly like Killian’s? That would be ridiculous. The flush reddening her cheeks and chest was totally just because of the warm shower she’d just had. Or was it?

“Emma?” Killian knocked tentatively, starting her from her thoughts, “I’ve just heard the shower go off. I have some clothes for you.”

“Coming!” she said quickly drying herself up a little so that she wouldn’t make a mess. However, her damp hair still drizzled some water on the immaculate floor as she padded up to the door.

After taking a moment to secure the towel around her frame, she unlocked the door and faced him. He was standing in sweatpants and a navy blue t-shirt that did nothing to hide his toned chest just inches from the door. A pile of clothes was balanced on one hand, as the other was busy passing a towel through his damp hair making them stick up in every direction.

Killian’s eyes widened and roamed down her body. They dropped to fixate on the clothes he was holding, when he noticed the blush on her cheeks, the tips of his ears turning red.

“This is all I could find,” he said, extending his arm but not daring to look at her in the eyes. “The hairdryer is in the cabinet under the sink if you need it.”

Emma thanked his as she took the clothes he was offering her.

“I’ll be downstairs fixing us something for lunch for when you're done.”

Emma nodded, giving him a small smile before closing the door as soon as he walked away. Taking a quick look at the clothes, she was surprised to see he gave her a t-shirt that judging by its size was one of his and a pair of leggings that definitely didn’t belong to him.

Well, that’s weird.

“Ah, Swan! Right on time. Lunch is ready,” Killian announced as soon as he saw Emma enter the kitchen, wearing a t-shirt that was way too big for her, his t-shirt, with a few rebel gold locks escaping from the messy bun on top of her head. Trying not to delve much into the thoughts that started to fly in his head at her vision, he swiftly put two steaming bowls of tomato soup, next to a plate with grilled cheese for the both of them. She was beautiful, but they were friends. That’s all they could be for now, possibly forever.

He noticed her gaze following his movements with a furrow between her brows, as if she were wondering how she could help him but at the same time realising there was nothing else left to do. When her eyes landed on the grilled cheese on the table, though, her lips curved up in an excited and goofy smirk as she trotted to her seat.

“Like what you see?” Killian wiggled his eyebrows, watching her in amusement as he sat down at the other end of the table.

“I love grilled cheese.”

“Oh, is that so?” he teased her, “Your excitement was only because of food and not because of the dashing rockstar who cooked for you? I’m hurt!”

“Well, maybe a little bit of both,” Emma admitted, a bright smile forming on lips at the sight of his pout. “But mostly for the food.”

“How rude. This is the last time I cook for you,” Killian replied, offended, making Emma almost choke on the spoonful of soup she had just taken.

“No! Please. This is so good. You are such a great cook.”

“Hmm…” Killian hummed, watching her concerned face in amusement before giving in, “I accept your apology, my lady.”

“Good.”

They ate in silence for a while, both too hungry to engage in conversation, but there was no awkwardness at all. It was just the two of them having lunch at his house, on a lazy day off work, and to be honest he would get used to it without any problem, were anything ever going to happen between them.

“Tonight your audition airs on national television, as you know, and we are supposed to watch it together, so we can discuss it. You can stay, if you want, so we could watch it here. I mean, your clothes won’t get dry anytime soon and it seems the most practical option we have,” he suddenly announced, the tips of his ears reddening in embarrassment as soon as he realised he was babbling.

“If it’s not a problem for you, then okay.” Emma smiled. God, how he loved that smile.

“It’s not,” he reassured her quickly. “I quite like spending my time with you.”

“Yeah I quite like it too.”

“So,” Emma started, nonchalantly, as she got up to help Killian put the dishes in the dishwasher. “Do you wear women’s leggings on a regular basis or what?”

Killian looked at her confused, but when realisation struck he smiled a tight, sad smile. “They were of someone who was very close to me once. I found them at the bottom of a drawer. I hadn’t even known they were still there.”

“Oh.”

Stopping mid movement, a last bowl still in hand. Tilting his head on a side he asked, “Have you ever been in love, Swan?”

Caught off guard, Emma took her time to answer.

“No,” she muttered, lowering her gaze as if telling him a lie. She didn’t notice the unconvinced look he gave her, as her eyes were by then fixated on the tattoo on his arm. She had never paid it much attention before, but now that she could see it from such a short distance she had to admit it was truly beautiful. It was an anchor, with colourful flowers following the rope coiled around it. The more she looked at it, the more details she noticed. The petals of the flowers, so realistic her fingers itched to touch them to feel how soft they were, the game of shadows they created on the anchor, and the rope, that was actually made of a name repeated over and over, written in a cramped cursive font to mimic the fibers.

When curiosity took over, Emma asked, hesitating a little as she deciphered the name inked on his arm, “Who is Milah?”

“Someone from long ago.”

“Were you two together?” She inquired.

“Yes,” Killian simply replied, “I was about to ask her to move in with me when...”

When voice faltered, he looked away from her, focusing on the buttons of the dishwasher, as if he’d never set one before.

“Bad break up?” she asked him softly, too curious to let the topic drop.

“In a manner of speaking yeah,” he sighed, and when he saw her frown at his reply he added, “She died.”

That wasn’t the answer she thought she would get, and suddenly she felt bad for having been so insistent.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“You didn’t know Emma, it’s okay.” He reassured her, even though he clearly was the one who ended up being hurt the most by the conversation. It was totally a Killian thing to do, to comfort her when he was the one in need of comforting because of something she had said, and she both loved and hated him for that (Loved? Wait what?).

“It’s just,” he continued, “I haven’t talked about it in quite a while.”

Emma reached for his hand and squeezed it tight. “If you want to talk about it, I’m here. And I’ll always be there and listen, even if you don’t want to talk about it now, okay?”

After a little hesitation Killian said, squeezing her hand back, “Come.”

Nodding, Emma followed him back in the living room and sat next to him on the sofa, their still interwoven hands resting on his lap. Taking a few deep breaths, Killian started talking, absentmindedly tracing circles with his thumb on the back of her hand.

“I met Milah back when my first album got released. As you might know, it wasn’t a hit right away, but it was good enough for me to build a small group of fans. It still wasn’t enough to let me stop doing gigs at pubs around the city though, and that was exactly where we met. She was older than me but I didn’t care about it. She was beautiful, so full of life and always seeking some kind of adventure. I couldn’t help but fall for her.

“After two years together I thought we were both ready to move in together, but I never got to ask her. I had everything ready: her key, a romantic dinner at her favourite restaurant- you know how it is. A couple of days before our date, she came here, knocking at my door at night telling me she was already married, that her husband, the director of one of those tabloids, had asked her to befriend me so that he could get some information and scoops about me to write his articles. She told me she was sorry, that she couldn’t keep it secret from me anymore because she had come to love me.

She assured me that she had never told her husband much about me, except some innocent facts, as what instruments I could play or what were my favourite songs. She begged me to forgive her, but I was too hurt and angry. I felt like I had been played and I couldn’t think straight. I told her to leave, but the roads were slippery from the amount of rain that had been falling since the morning. She lost control of her car and got hit by a truck coming from the other side of the road. She died on impact.”

“That is truly awful,” Emma commented, watching him brush away a single tear that had escaped from his eyelids. She gave his hand a squeeze to bring him some comfort and added, hoping her voice wouldn’t crack up too much, hoping the tears that pooled in her eyes wouldn’t fall, making him so notice how much his story affected her, “I’m so sorry.”

“If only I didn’t tell her to go-” he whispered, “I knew the roads would have been slippery, I knew it would have been dangerous for her to drive so late at night...If only I offered to drive her home-”

She couldn’t hear him blaming himself, holding this burden on his heart on his own, so she reached for his chin and tilted his head, making him face her. “Killian, hey! Look at me. Her death is not your fault. It was an accident. You couldn’t possibly know what would happen, and for all you know if you did offer to drive her back, you could have ended up dead too. I know it’s hard but never think what someone you loved did to you or to somebody else is your fault.”

“But if I didn’t get so angry, if I thought before I-”

“We are only human, Killian,” she said softly, “you can’t pretend to always be rational and in control of your feelings; especially when someone you love is involved.”

Killian stared at her for a long moment, weighing her words up but giving her a curious look. “You know, for someone who has never been in love you are quite perceptive and empathetic.”

“Well, maybe I lied,” she confessed, “maybe I was in love once. Or so I thought.”

“And he hurt you.” It wasn’t a question but she still felt the need to answer.

“Yeah.”

“What happened?” he wondered, bringing her body closer to his, as if doing so he could snuggle the heartache away.

Taking a deep breath, Emma welcomed the comforting presence of his body and started to talk. “After Ingrid’s death, the Nolans took care for me. I didn’t have enough money to go to college, so I helped Graham, the town sheriff, at the station for a little while. He was only a few years older than me and we got along pretty well together. That is until one day, without any warning or anything, he died. Heart attack, probably caused by a heart defect that had never been diagnosed. I didn’t take it well. First my adoptive mother then him; it was too much.

So after a couple of weeks later I run away. With the money I had, I left for Boston where I found a small place to live. There I had two jobs, bail bonds person during the evenings and coffee shop waitress during the day, but it was just enough to pay the bills and survive. I wasn’t happy, per se. I was just living, you know. And then I met Neal.” Emma sighed.

“He’d come to the coffee shop I was working at every morning. We became friends pretty soon, and eventually we got together. I was young and naive and I thought he loved me, besides all the secrets he kept for me. But I really thought I loved him, you know, he was the first person - apart from Ingrid - who saw me as me and made me feel like I could have that happy ending you read on the fairytales when you are little, so I let it slide. A few months after we got together, David tracked me down. He wrote me a letter in which he told me they understood why I left, and that they missed me.

And that’s how we began sending each other letters back and forth every months. When I moved in with Neal, though, the letters never came through again. I tried to explain it in my head in many ways. I supposed it was because he was too busy with his job and moving to LA with Mary Margaret to keep in touch with me, but as the months passed. All I could think about was that they never wanted to have anything to do with me again. I blamed myself for so long. What I didn’t know at that time was that it was all Neal’s fault. He had purposely given David a wrong address, so that he wouldn’t try to steal me away from him. I only found it out later on though, when one day, while my then fiancé claimed he was away for work, the police knocked at the door to search our place.

Apparently he was a thief. He left some stolen watches in our bedroom, and ran away with a girl he had been cheating with for months only after tipping off the police. I got arrested. I stayed behind bars for eleven months before getting out for good behaviour. The day I walked out of that place I found David and Mary Margaret waiting for me to bring me home with them.”

As soon as she finished talking, Emma closed her eyes to try stop the tears and block the memories of her in jail, alone, scared of what would it be of her and the -

“Emma, ” he breathed out softly, the gentle touch of his hands, stroking her cheeks where two lonely tears had fallen and drawing soothing patterns on her shoulder, bringing her back to the present.

Her misty eyes met his blue ones and she smiled to thank him for listening, for the comfort he was giving her, basically for everything he had done for her.

“You know,” he started, the ghost of a lough in his voice, “we are quite the pair, the two of us, Swan. Life reserved us some nasty low blows and we were both abandoned and hurt by the people we loved the most, but you know what I learned in all these years?”

Emma shook her head.

“I learned that if our hearts can be broken then it’s a good thing, because it means they still work.”

Emma studied him for a moment and, as a few bricks of the sky high walls that protected her heart broke down in pieces, she snuggled closer to him, seeking and giving all the comfort they both needed.

#captain swan #cs ff au #cs ff #cs mafia #cs au #my fic #fran against words #serendipitous melody #otp:we'll always find the sun

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crusherthedoctor · 7 years

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Sonic & Tails: Beyond the Stars - Prologue

Prologue: All Is As It Seems...?

"...zzz..."

"Sonic."

"...zzz...zzz..."

"Sonic..."

"Zzz... zzz... zzz..."

"Hey. Sonic."

"Urgh... what?"

"We're nearly here."

"Oh! Great!"

Awakening from his deep slumber... on the wing of the Tornado... Sonic the Hedgehog slowly opened his eyes and wiped them, and when he could see more clearly, he was dazzled by what he saw.

The sea below their flight was just as faintly green as it was blue, making for a shimmering spectacle of colour. But what was up ahead, what the ocean surrounded, was even greater: An island of truly impressive size and scope. Far larger than South, Westside, and possibly even Angel Island. All sorts of sights and geography could be seen to the naked eye even from afar. And though you couldn't tell by looking at it from the side, if you looked at it from above, you would notice it's shape was perfectly circular, like a smooth gemstone.

This island, known to the world at large as Viridonia, was where Sonic and his best friend Tails were planning to take a well-needed vacation. Saving the world is hard work, and after all the trials these two have faced, you couldn't say they didn't deserve it. But is it possible that malicious intentions could come along to make a mess of their intended vacation time...?

Well... we'll get to that when we get to that.

"Looks stunning, doesn't it?" Sonic asked out loud, with a massive grin on his face.

"It sure does," answered Tails with a smile, as he took in the pleasant view. "I've heard great things about this place, but seeing it is another story. I can't even begin to think of where to start with somewhere so big!"

"We have all the time in the world for that, so what's the rush?" He glanced at the island once again, this time with a more thoughtful expression. "I just hope there's no trouble from Eggman this time around. We never get a break from him, do we?"

"Actually," Tails pointed out with a raised finger. "You told me there was no Eggman in those books that were lent to you. Well, technically there was a guy who looked like Eggman in the first one, but..."

"Alright, don't get technical with me," Sonic poked his tongue out in light jest. He then motioned towards the ground. "Okay Tails, we're getting real close, let's find a spot to land."

"Right away," the fox obeyed, before adding "And uh... don't worry, I made sure to install the landing gear this time."

"Oh. Nice."

------

They landed on an empty stretch of sand by the sea, having made sure they wouldn't land in a place that would cause too much interference. The little beach was peppered with turquoise rocks that looked and shined like real gems, and the sand itself was more white than it was yellow. Despite being by the sea, the town nearby had a very modern, yet elegant appearance. As Tails spent a little more time fiddling around with the Tornado, Sonic wasted no time in admiring the setting.

"Heh heh... just look at all this," Sonic said to himself as he marveled at the environment, hands on his hips. He was definitely liking the look of his vacation spot. "So much to see, so much to do. And it's just me and Tails."

"~Soniiiiiic!~"

"And... Amy?"

Sonic turned to his right to find none other than Amy Rose, who was currently sprinting over to him with a big grin. Her younger friend, Cream, was tagging along behind her.

"Fancy seeing you here!" Amy beamed. Her tail was unashamedly wagging away in excitement.

"Oh uh, hey Amy..." Sonic muttered out of surprise. Not disappointment, or annoyance, just surprise. "Didn't know you'd be here... why ARE you here?"

"Isn't it obvious? We wanted to go on a vacation of our own! And we just HAD to come here when we read all about it." She looked over to Cream, who simply nodded. "We haven't seen much of the place yet, but there's no hurry, right?"

Sonic looked over at Cream, as if he was expecting something from her.

"She's telling the truth, Mr. Sonic," the rabbit assured.

"Okay, good."

"Huh? What do you mean?" The pink hedgehog frowned as she crossed her arms. "You didn't think I just followed you here like some creepy weirdo, did you?"

"NO. No. Of course not. I'm sure you wouldn’t do that... not intentionally."

"Good! We didn't know you would be here, but what a great turn of events that you are! Maybe we can discover the Rainbow Paradise together... and find the perfect spot for the two of us, hmm?" She winked playfully, complete with a little spin.

"...Maybe. Maybe. We'll see," Sonic said in a very neutral manner, although he couldn't help but smirk at his friend's ever present determination. As he walked off to see how Tails was doing, Amy turned and noticed that Cream looked uncomfortable despite the lack of any apparent danger.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Amy asked out of concern. "You still feeling a little anxious?"

The rabbit just nodded silently. Her hands were mildly fidgeting.

"Well, that's okay, you know." She put her hand on Cream's shoulder. "But your mother wouldn't have let you come with me if she felt it would be a bad idea... although then again... she didn't mind you taking on evil monsters... or evil robots..." She shook her head and hoped her friend didn't hear that part. "This is meant to be a good time for both of us, Cream. It's why I brought you along, after all."

"I know, and I appreciate that very much, Amy," the girl thanked her politely. "Maybe I could have a little look around... but I won't go too far away from you, okay?"

"I know you won't," Amy smiled.

Meanwhile, Sonic was busy pondering to himself. "Rainbow Paradise... Rainbow Paradise... never heard of it. Sounds made up. You ever heard of it, Tails?"

"Heard of what?" asked the fox as he was in the middle of reading the guidebook he had about Viridonia's sights and spots.

"The Rainbow Paradise."

"Nope, new to me. Sounds made up."

"Yeah, I thought that too."

"You said that too."

"Hey now, you better not be poking fun at my habit to babble again." The Blue Blur raised an eyebrow jokingly.

"My bad. But you do the same thing with me when I do that."

"Yeah, that's true."

And they both had a hearty laugh together.

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ADVENTURE FIELD: Lime Shores

Welcome to the first hub of the game. There are quite a few hubs in the game, but for obvious reasons this is the only one you can play around in for the time being. Things might be very humble and not particularly intense so far, but fear not, that'll all change soon enough. This doesn't count as a spoiler, because it should be blatantly obvious that something's gonna happen, otherwise there wouldn’t be a story. You can probably guess who will be responsible for it too. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Lime Shores covers both the town and the beach it's next to. As mentioned before, the beach has plenty of rocks that might as well be gemstones from the way they look and shine, and the sand is very light in colour. The town on the other hand is very reminiscent of England. More specifically, Birmingham, Solihull, and Stratford-upon-Avon. A perfect blend of old and modern architecture all around, and a very humble yet proud atmosphere all around. (And classy lamp posts everywhere!)

Right now, you can't really do too much aside from talking with the locals. Said locals will be all too eager to tell you such interesting facts like:

"Oh my god! You're Sonic the Hedgehog!"

"I can't believe Sonic the Hedgehog is here!"

"SONIC! SONIC! ...I don't know who you are, but everyone else seems to be excited, so I should be too! SONIC! SONIC!"

Yeah, they're all very hyped up about the hero showing up in their area. Maybe they'll be a little more helpful and informative later on once they've calmed down.

So what to do for the time being? Head over to the beach where Tails is, and you'll discover that for whatever reason - maybe he read the script ahead of time - he's set up a Virtual Reality training system, not unlike the one he used with Emerl all those years ago. Talk to him, and he'll ask if you want to work on your moves for a bit. Don't be fooled by this setup. Unlike most tutorials within the story, you're NOT forced to do it if you don't want to. If you say No, the story will go on ahead, and you won't have missed out on anything. No worries. No tedium. No problem!

But for the purpose of this... hypothetical guide, let's pretend that you said Yes so that we can go over the tutorial anyway. Don't worry. It's not long.

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ZONE 0: Light Speed Simulation

Note that when you start, you're given the option to pick between Sonic or Tails. Like in Sonic Rush Adventure, you can pick between characters whenever you want for each act or boss. Very convenient.

This one-act zone takes the form of a neon grid in a pitch black area. Most of the grid is blue, but certain parts of the architecture - such as loops, and crates for you to destroy - are green in order to help you recognise them more clearly. There's even some pools of water, but because this is just a simulation, you never run out of air for this one. (Of course, you are helpfully reminded that you won't be so lucky when it's time to face real water.) Amusingly enough though, the infamous countdown still ticks away in this area, but when it reaches zero... nothing happens, and your character remains completely dumbfounded for a second.

This tutorial does not require you to go through certain motions in a specific order. Nor does anyone tell you what to do. This is nothing more than one big playground for you to get your teeth into at your own leisure. There's no end to the zone either, it only ends when you choose to quit.

The controls of Sonic and Tails are for the most part identical to their Sonic Adventure incarnations. But there are a few key differences:

• Sonic is a good deal faster than Tails, even though the latter is still legitimately fast in his own right.

• Tails is able to keep flying for a longer period of time compared to how long he could fly in Sonic Adventure.

• Sonic keeps his ability to Parkour from Sonic Lost World, in addition to his ability to wall jump from various 3D games. Although in this case, the latter takes a page from Super Mario 64, in that the wall jump is only activated when you actually jump against a wall, as opposed to just randomly locking onto the wall after a homing attack.

• Like in the 2D games, Tails is able to swim in water, but his swimming speed is a little faster in this game, more reminiscent of the underwater charging in Spyro 2 and 3, aka the best 3D swimming mechanics that have ever set foot on this earth. But Tails still needs air bubbles like Sonic, so keep that in mind if you’re too deep to swim to the surface.

• Due to there being no Adventure-esque upgrades in this game, Tails’ Tail Spin attack reaches a middle ground here, in that he can spin infinitely for a select period of time before stopping. But don’t worry, the tired out period doesn’t last for a long time, so there won’t be any annoying situations like enemies hitting you repeatedly whilst you’re unable to react.

When you feel you've had enough of fooling around here, proceed to quit at the pause menu, and the story will continue immediately.

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In an effort to get herself acquainted with where she'll be staying for the next few days, Cream had wandered into a nearby forest, accompanied by her loyal pet, Cheese. She took her time looking around, making sure she didn't get too lost in the place. The forest reminded her very heavily of the one she had went through a long time ago with Amy and her other friend, Big. Various fruits of peculiar size could be seen on the trees, and even though it was clearly daytime, fireflies could be seen lighting the place up. The young rabbit was impressed with the scene, an innocent smile having planted itself on her face the whole time.

"It's so pretty, isn't it Cheese?" The Chao nodded. "Maybe it was a little silly of me to get tense. It's just a new experience for us, you know? I wonder if Amy would like to see this... Maybe Mr. Sonic would like it too?"

"Like he would care what YOU think!"

"Huh?"

Right on cue, a small gang appeared on the scene, and it was without a doubt the most stereotypical gang of hoodlums you had ever seen. They were all roughly the same height, and they looked to be within a similar age group as Sonic. There were four of these blatant wrong'uns in total: a panther, a lime gecko, a grey rat, and a light blue falcon. The panther was wearing a black tuxedo, the gecko was wearing a purple zoot suit, the rat a brown trenchcoat, and the falcon a white fedora.

They looked incredibly goofy, but they were still intimidating enough in the eyes of young Cream.

"This is Sonic the Hedgehog you're talking about!" the panther said incredulously. "The world famous hedgehog! He doesn't have time for little brats like you!"

"Yeah!" The falcon shouted in agreement, flapping his wings.

"What...What do you mean?" Cream asked, with a hint of upset.

"He means..." the gecko started, in a slightly indecipherable accent. "You are... lacking in importance... for someone like... the hedgehog."

"Yeah!" The falcon agreed again, flapping his wings again too.

"That's not true..." Cream muttered fearfully, as she slowly took a few steps back. As if by instinct, she covered Cheese with her hands to protect him. "Mr. Sonic cares about all of his friends..."

"Yessss! For publicity!" The rat cackled in a completely over-the-top manner, complete with clasped fingers. "You're a blip on the radar to him! And so is everyone else! People like him only care about themsssselves!"

"Yeah!" Once more from the falcon, complete with the flapping of his wings. It became abundantly clear that the falcon had absolutely nothing to add to this already ridiculous discussion.

"Why are you guys saying this? None of that is true! Mr. Sonic does care!" The poor rabbit was getting into a panic.

"Because it's true!" The panther took a step closer to Cream. "Anyone with a brain can see what a world-renowned superstar truly thinks of weak, helpless, useless little girls like you..."

Cream looked like she was ready to cry, even as her grip on Cheese grew tighter. She only just got here, and already she was having a scary time. She took another step back, but the panther took another step forward. Though Cream could have very easily taken care of these guys like nobody’s business through the awesome power of her pet Chao, she was too distraught by their slander to consider the thought. But just when the rest of them started taking a few steps forward themselves, as if to overwhelm the rabbit all the more, a brand new voice emerged out of nowhere. A low yet feminine one.

"You guys stink."

The four members immediately looked around in surprise at the new voice that had joined the conversation. They searched and glanced for where the voice came from, and their expressions indicated a sense of familiarity. After a few unsuccessful moments of searching out the source, the source decided to reveal itself instead.

Emerging from the shadows was a female figure, her fur a gentle light green, and her eyes a cool brown. She appeared to be older than anyone in the gang. She was wearing a light tank top, trousers, a pair of knee-high boots that were completely flat at the heels, a pair of gloves that reached up to her elbows, a headscarf atop her head, and a bandana scarf covering the lower half of her face. With the exception of her brown trousers, all of her clothes were blue, three different shades used in total.

It wasn't immediately obvious at first glance, but you could tell from her lengthy tail, and her equally lengthy ponytail, that the young woman was meant to be a horse. You could also tell from the look of dread on the gang's face that they've seen this person before. But what caught Cream's attention the most was the way the woman was walking over to them. It was very... slow. Deliberate. Almost meticulous, even. She didn't understand why the woman was walking like that, but before she could think more about it, the gang was already talking to her. The latter simply stood there, calmly, with one hand on her hip.

"Uh, hey there!" The panther swaggered about in an obvious attempt to save face. "How ya doing? We were just giving the kid a warm welcome, we thought you'd like to join us?"

"No thanks. I don't greet people by making them doubt themselves. Least of all young children." She held her nose high as a sign of disapproval, not that you could see it due to her bandana obscuring it. "This is the most pathetic thing I've seen out of you yet. You lot are becoming parodies of yourselves by the day. What reason do you have for spending your time putting down this girl?"

"Well... you see..." the gecko reasoned, his eyes darting left and right. "It was... the boss... He wanted to... give our regards... to the newcomers."

"By threatening them."

The rat grinned sheepishly as he cowered away. "Some people have a rocky exterior?"

"Haven't heard that justification before." Her right hand held up her left elbow as she rested her head on her left hand. Her eyes indicated a sense of fatigue. "Don't bother with the excuses. I'm going to ensure that none of you ruffians cause a disturbance for our visitors. This is not up for debate. And that guy you speak so highly of? He does care about his friends, inside and out. What he doesn't care for is people who spend their time causing trouble and making a complete imbecile out of themselves." She sarcastically waved a finger at the group. "Kinda like you guys, right?"

"Yeah!" The falcon shouted yet again, to which the other three members glared at him. The falcon just shrugged.

"Ha, a bit of common sense from one of you at least." The woman made a fluttery shooing gesture. "Now away with you, please. It's rude to pester visitors like a bad smell."

Without a single argument, all four members of the gang bolted out of the forest like their lives depended on it. The woman stood there for a few seconds with a stone-cold stare, making sure they were definitely out of the picture. All the while, Cream wondered to herself why the gang had been rendered so easily skittish when the woman had made no indication from either her tone or her body language that she was going to attack them.

The horse turned to her right to face the rabbit. As she walked up to her, Cream still felt nervous and intimidated, something that the horse sensed right away. So, very slowly and carefully, she knelt down so that she was equal to Cream's level of height, and after a few further seconds of examining the girl, the woman lowered her bandana to reveal the rest of her face. Despite the blocky facial structure you would expect for a horse, the face of this one was instead a lot rounder and softer.

"You okay there?" asked the horse in a comforting tone.

"I... think so, yeah," the rabbit replied shyly. "I'm sorry if I caused a lot of trouble. I could have gotten Cheese to handle it, but it didn’t occur to me. But thank you for defending me, Miss... Miss..."

"Lutrudis," the woman answered for her. "The name's Lutrudis. And you didn't cause any bother at all. Those guys have had a history of doing nonsense like that. They like to fool around with everyone for reasons I don't quite understand. I'm just glad I arrived in time before things got out of hand." She took Cream's hand and covered it gently with her own, indicating to Cream that she had no reason to feel afraid of this person. "Are your friends a fair distance away from here?"

"No, they aren't. They were at the town the last time I saw them." Cream looked left and right, with a worried expression. "But I think I've gotten lost in this forest after all. I didn't mean to go too far away... Oh, I should have stayed with Amy..."

"I can take you back to your friends if you want," Lutrudis offered.

"Would that be okay?" Cream asked. "Because I don't want to waste your time..."

"You wouldn't be wasting my time, sweetie." She smiled warmly. "I've got little better to do anyway. Your friends wouldn't want anything to happen to you, right? And neither would I."

Cream looked at Cheese, who in turn glanced at Lutrudis, as if he were silently coming to his own conclusions on whether she could be trusted. He nodded, and the girl felt at ease. "Okay... If you’re sure that would be alright, Miss Lutrudis."

"You don't need to be so formal with me, Cream," the woman assured, still smiling. "Just Lutrudis will do." She slowly raised herself back up, every bit as careful as she was when kneeling down. And as she did this, Cream had a question to ask.

"How do you know my name? We've never met before... And you've never met Mr. Sonic before, have you? So how do you know about him?"

"Well, you guys are heroes, aren't you? Of course I know about you all. Doesn't take long for the word of heroics to spread." She held Cream's hand, and they began to walk ahead. As they walked, Cream felt more relaxed around the horse, as did Cheese. But not long later, another question popped up in the rabbit's mind.

"Miss Lutrudis?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't mean this in a bad way, but... why are you so careful with your movement? The way you walk, and crouch, and..."

"Heh, so you did notice it then." Lutrudis lightly chuckled as she looked down at Cream. She looked as though she wanted to add something, but the words weren't quite reaching her mouth. Eventually, she returned to looking ahead.

"I'll explain when we get back. I can demonstrate it more that way."

"Okay then." Cream then proceeded to beam brightly. "My friends are really nice, you know. I'm sure you'll like them! And I think they’ll like you too!"

Lutrudis simply chuckled once more.

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NEXT TIME: The game properly begins! And the first zone ain't your typical Green Hill... but not your typical City Escape either...

#Sonic & Tails: Beyond the Stars #Crusher's Fanfiction #Sonic the Hedgehog

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