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I’d love a lil something for Vivian and #39 off the touch prompts list if it sparks your brain!!
OMG HEYYYYY!!!! thank you so much for this - and for letting me explore viv a bit more!!! her character was fun to come up with and i haven't really been able to dig deep into her thoughts and character yet and this gave me the PERFECT opportunity, so thank you so so much!!! i feel writing for me has been angsty recently and that's the direction we seemed to take with this here lol! BUT, we get a bit of ev blakely, whom i have been eyeing as of late for some writing and he plays the perfect part in comfort. it's been a few weeks where i had the first half of this in writing and couldn't figure out where i wanted to go with the second half - and HERE WE ARE!!! please enjoy!!!
ease the pain
(a/n): a lil look into vivian ratcliff and her emotions for long-time boyfriend james pennington across a war-torn sea. we get a bit of comfort in the form of ev blakely. prompt is: leaning into the other's side, which i absolutely LOVED and think worked really nicely here! viv, you deserve the most sweetheart, please accept the comfort blakely is trying to give you <3333 and enjoy your mashed potatoes too girl!!!
Vivian ran her fingers along the side of Silver Bullets, her calloused hands running over every bolt ever pumped into the sides of the B-17, careening over paint and brandished edges of metal that had been knocked back in place, mission after mission.
There was something comforting about the B-17, a maternal force none of them had out here, that carried them from mission to mission, always present. Always there.
Vivian stepped back and let her hands fall to her sides, hanging empty and broken. All the girls were back at barracks, Interrogation the shit show it normally was, cleaning up and readying for a night to forget. She was here. Staring at the B-17 in silence.
"Sergeant Ratcliff," Vivian turned quickly, glancing over her shoulder, and found Ev Blakely coming her way, removing his peak cap and smoothing a hand over his head, "some of the girls were beginning to wonder where you wandered off to." Vivian stared at him, as he came closer and then looked back at Silver Bullets, her eyes wandering up to the silver pant along the name on the nose and then sighed.
"Just came to take a look at her," Vivian said quickly, patting the side of the metal for a moment, before turning to him and crossing her arms, "needed a minute." He came to a slow stop in front of her, crossing his own arms and raising a brow slightly as he tilted his head. He nodded to her.
"You okay?"
Vivian had been a waist gunner for Ev Blakely back in their training days for a few months, before Captain Faulkner had started gathering a crew and requesting people, and she was transferred. But, she'd grown to enjoy his company and his thoughts, as well as what he had to say to his crew. She also enjoyed the fact that when she was spiraling, he was always there for her, even if he never cared to admit it himself.
"Fine," she said with a nod, shaking her head, before considering the look on his face, "what, what's that look for?" Blakely smiled at her and then glanced up at Silver Bullets, his face softening in the light before looking back at her.
"You were looking sentimental, wanted to make sure you were doing okay." he said, and then his face grew serious, "You heard from James?" Vivian grew quiet at his words and then glanced towards his eyes again.
"Not in a few weeks." she said softly, and then nodded, "It's fine though, he's fine. It's fine."
James Pennington had not written back in almost three weeks and nearly everyone seemed to know; even the men, who usually didn't get involved in any sort of discussion of lovers outside the realm of East Anglia.
But they all knew about Viv's Jimmy Pennington and Bessie's Tommy McKenzie.
Blakely watched her, and she knew, she knew from that look he was giving her that he didn't believe her for one second, but she swallowed that thought down.
"I survived another mission, I can't complain," she said quietly with a nod, "Jimmy'll get back to me when he does. He's fighting a whole other war across an ocean and a continent. I just….have to get out of my head. Gotta be grateful, too." Blakely continued to watch her as she spoke and she was sure she sounded half like a lunatic but she didn't care.
When Vivian had been sick as a dog a few weeks back, Blakely hung around at night and talked to her as best as he could through her coughing and vomiting. He'd seen her sweaty and half-dead after missions, distraught and in tears, drunk that one time off her ass when she couldn't deal with this stupid thing called war, bringing her to barracks and helping her settle in bed. Sometimes, she looked at him and swore in is eyes there was something there neither wanted to discuss, but she ignored it and took his friendship head-on more than anything.
"I'm fine, seriously," Vivian said, with a nod, convincing herself alongside Blakely, "everything's fine." She stared at him, "What?" Blakely smiled slightly and nodded.
"Let's get you some dinner, step away from Silver Bullets for a bit, she'll be here when you get back," he said softly and she felt the tension from her shoulders release a bit as he turned and wrapped an arm over her shoulder, "c'mon, there's barely a soul even in there. Plus, you need some food in your stomach before we even oughta consider drinks."
Vivian walked beside him slowly, a small laugh escaping from her lips as she leaned into his side a bit more as they walked, for once, trying to grasp onto something to stabilize herself more than anything. Because out here, when the mission was all said and done and you were alone with your thoughts and feelings, there was no one but yourself.
"What if he doesn't write back, Ev?" Vivian whispered quietly as his hand squeezed gently on her bicep, narrowly avoiding where part of her jacket had been burned from a bullet graze, "What if-"
"He's going to write back." Blakely said, stopping her spiral and glancing down at her as they continued moving forward, "You've told me in length about Jimmy and his writing and how he keeps up with it all. For you. He's going to write you back. It may be a war on, but guys don't forget that sorta stuff." Vivian swallowed the emotion in her throat and nodded against him.
"Ev?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." Vivian said quietly, reaching up to wipe at her eyes which hard turned misty just at the thought of Jimmy somewhere out there in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with the Navy, on a submarine or aircraft carrier or wherever he was that he couldn't reveal.
She thought of his kind smile, those deep, brown eyes, his hugs, his touch. The last time they'd seen each other, and she'd held onto him for as long as possible before he'd had to go. How deeply and longingly he'd kissed her, whispering that he'd see her again and they'd be back on her daddy's ranch in no time. And she had believed him.
Now, with no letter, and no sign of life, she was spiraling.
They entered into the mess hall and found some of the cooks cleaning up, wiping down tables and turning up chairs. But, upon entering, Blakely let out a whistle and some of the cooks glanced over.
"You guys still serving?"
"Yes, sir." one of the cooks said, looking to Vivian, who stood quietly by his side, staring off at nothing in particular, "Two plates? I'll bring them over."
"Thank you." Blakely said as he led Vivian over to a table in the corner, pulling out a chair and helping her to settle into the wooden seat before sitting across from her. She sat there quietly for a moment, her body closed in on itself as she stared at the placemat in front of her, her mind spinning, her eyes struggling not to fill with tears.
"Hey, Viv," Blakely said, leaning forward and reaching across the table to put a hand on her shoulder, "you can talk to me, you know that? It wasn't long ago you were my left gunner and a part of my crew, remember that?" Vivian looked at him and nodded, sniffling briefly before leaning against the table, covering her mouth with her hands in an attempt to hold in her want to sob.
"I feel like I lost him, Ev," Vivian whispered quietly, her voice breaking as a tear snuck out her eye and trailed down her cheek, before she tried to gather herself together in some sense, "it's not like him. Not to write. I…." She shut her eyes and shook her head.
"It's stupid to even talk like that. When he…he could be alive, just….." Vivian shook her head, "I don't know this time." Blakely watched her with that familiar, calming presence that she had grown used to. He always had that extra care of keeping an eye out for her at the flying club or when they were at interrogation or even just around base at breakfast. He was always there, always a comfort. And right now, the only thing keeping her afloat.
"Here you are, sir," the cook said, coming over with their meal of turkey and mashed potatoes, with green beans, another cook behind him with coffee and water, placing down the plates, as Blakely leaned back and Vivian ran her hands down her face, "ma'am." The cooks nodded, with thanks and then disappeared as Vivian's stomach rumbled looking at the plate. But her heart ached and her head pounded and the tears in her vision hurt.
"There's nothing to ease that sort of thought and pain, Viv," Blakely whispered quietly, "but you can only do what you can for now. And taking care of yourself and eating are things that are possible. That's something you can do now." Vivian watched him as she wiped at her cheeks, and nodded.
Staring at the meal, she thought of that first date with James, back in Fort Collins, Colorado - out to Stewart's down the road, hot turkey, mashed potatoes, creamed corn, peas and carrots. Shakily, she lifted a forkful of turkey to her lips and ate it, before leaning back against the chair and biting back her bottom lip. She looked towards Blakely who was a mix of eating and worriedly watching her.
And in a split second of time, he was standing and coming around the table and pulling her into his arms, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Just for a moment, to be held while she felt like her world was coming undone, was the only thing to ease the pain in her mind and heart.
#viv just needs....so many hugs#can definitely say her storyline is much darker and sadder....but she's got the silver bullets girls and all the guys#especially someone like ev blakely#and we can thank him for that#ALSO HEY!!!!#bit of an intro to viv's character!!!#hope yall enjoy! :D#vivian ratcliff#everett blakely#masters of the air#mota#mota writings#silver bullets#viv i am mentally hugging you sweet girl#you deserve only the best when this war is done :'(
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So what volume would Eve and Jaune be a thing? If it's before the fall Eve could warn Ozpin about Cinder.
If I'm writing a serious timeline?
Eve starts transitioning a little after the train with Blake, that being a big catalyst for her egg cracking.
They don't cross paths until Atlas so 2 years would've passed, she looks like someone else and Jaune would be 19.
Could have the Argus incident be either non-fatal or have Eve, being in a far better place mentally, switch sides.
She starts with a simple admiration for Jaune, especially after seeing him look after Faunus kids when on crossing guard duty. Eventually, admiration turns to interest. She asks him out with no hesitation.
As fun as it is to just write smutty crack with these two I do think there's a story there.
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Oh my GOODNESS !!! I have so much that I just absolutely loved about this chapter!
George and Blakely !? Yes please! More love for my guy Ev Blakely and George deserves ALL the good things out there! It can’t be easy for her to see Frankie so happy with Rosie and not feel like she wants something of the sort for herself. Oh I love the pairing of her and Blakely and how subtly he catches himself smiling after she leaves him in the office that day.
I love how proud Frankie is of getting George out of her comfort zone and to accept the drink from Ev at the pub, even if she makes a show of “pushing her down the stairs” as she calls it.
George and Frankie’s first meeting! Those girls were destined to be friends from the moment they met- soul sisters through and through. And Frankie is still reading the book George gave her all that time ago! You know how to tug at someone’s heart, my friend!
I loved seeing this glimpse into their friendship and more of George, it was so well done as always! I always look forward to your updates, and as usual, this was excellent!
Thank you so much, love!!! ❤️❤️
Frankie and George's relationship is one of my absolute favourites to write, they just love each other so completely and it's so lovely, so I was really excited to finally get to do a chapter focuses on them, especially one that's mostly from George's perspective!
I've been trying to figure out what I want to do with George for SO LONG. I knew I wanted her to have another love interest so that she didn't stay alone after losing Curt, but it took me ages to land on Blakely, and I'm really glad I did!! They definitely have a more casually friendly dynamic compared to Frankie and Rosie, but I think that's what George needs - Curt was her whirlwind romance, and Ev is a much calmer, long-term thing, I think.
THE BOOK!!! istg it came to me in a vision, i was so excited to include it. I don't know if anyone's noticed yet but the book George gives Frankie in this chapter was the same book Frankie was reading at the flak house in chapter 7. I liked the idea of having that as a little callback, and showing that even when George and Frankie were physically apart, Frankie still has a piece of George with her (BECAUSE THEY'RE SOULMATES!!!)
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17 plus Danny Phantom? Is that valid for the roulette?
Try to get back into writing by working on some more of the roulettes
Detective Conan + Scooby Doo + Danny Phantom = Scooby Doo + Phantom Detective
Daphne couldn't help her eyes drifting over to the teenager in the oversized hoodie. They'd gotten tickets to a sneak peek showing of Gomera vs Kamen Yaiba, followed by a premier party. Not her cup of tea, but Scooby and Shaggy were so excited none of them could say no.
There were lots of people there with them waiting for the doors to open. Other groups of teens like them, older people who were obviously fans of the original movies, some couples on dates. But one stood, the aforementioned teenager with his hood constantly pulled over his face. He didn't look at or interact with anyone save the gaggle of small kids he'd brought with him. It was strange and Daphne had seen enough of strange to immediately be suspicious.
So when he broke off from the crowd, she followed him, from a distance. He ducked into an alcove and she moved forward quietly until she was close enough to hear.
"...The kids are doing great. No nothings popped up. Yes I know what you're insinuating." He seemed to be on the phone with someone. "You guys focus on getting better. Ayumi-chan was sad we couldn't get a group shot here so I'll have to get Mom to get us tickets to the next event. Don't you dare catch a cold again before that one."
His tone was joking. and she felt a bit of her suspicion ease. He'd looked strange by himself, but if there were meant to be more people his age with him, he may not have stood out so much. It didn't remove all of her suspicion, so she resolved to keep an eye on him.
She straightened up and stepped forward, trying to make it look as though she was simply walking past. But either he had been a lot closer to the entrance of the alcove than she thought of he'd moved completely silently because she collided with him.
They both were knocked back and for the first time she saw his face. It was certainly recognizable. Stark white hair and the most luminous emerald eyes she'd ever seen. He was looking at her with a small amount of fear.
"Please," He pleaded, "don't tell anyone I'm here."
"Are you not supposed to be here?" She asked trying to keep the suspicion out of her tone.
In response he relaxed. "You don't know who I am." he stated, with a sigh of relief.
"Should I?"
He took a breath, as if weighing his options. "My parents are both well-known celebrities. And I was sort of thrust into media spotlight after someone tried to kill me a while back." He sighed. "It was kind of rough on my family here, especially my little cousin. His friends really helped him, though, so today's kind of a thank you treat."
"That's sweet of you." Also explained what he'd said about his Mom arranging for tickets. "I saw them earlier, which one is your cousin."
"None of them," he rubbed the back of his neck. "He and Ai-chan caught a cold, so neither could make it. Look, just...I don't want today to be about my family drama or people asking me questions about something I really don't want to think about. I just want to be a guy taking some neighborhood kids somewhere fun."
The pleading look was back and she felt herself give in. "Don't worry. It's not like I eve know who you are."
"Kudo Shinichi." He smiled. "Just promise me you won't google me till after the event."
She laughed. "Daphne Blake. And deal." They shook on it and went their separate ways.
"Find anything on Hoodie Guy?" Velma whispered as she came back.
Daphne couldn't help but grin at how much she and her friend were on the same wavelength. "Son of local celebrities trying to not be the center of attention while bringing some neighborhood kids here as a treat."
Velma considered, then nodded. That tracked.
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It wasn't until the party after the showing that Mystery Inc. saw them again. Shinichi approached the table, the trio of kids by his legs. "I just wanted to say thanks," he said, tugging the hood further down his face nervously, "for keeping your word."
"No googling till after the event." Daphne said jokingly. "I was just keeping a promise, we even shook on it, no thanks needed,"
"Well, some thanks are needed." One of the young couples came up to the table, the girl speaking to them. "Thanks for the date night, Five."
"Oh, this is Danny and Valerie. I let them have Conan and Ai-kun's tickets when they realized they couldn't make it." Shinichi introduced. "And I'm Kudo Shinichi. Please don't say it too loudly."
"Shinichi, Shinichi," Velma seemed to be turning the name over in her brain and Daphne saw the concern rise in Shinichi's face again. She didn't know why, she'd already told- Oh, Shinichi hadn't known what she had or hadn't told her friends, and was worried Velma was going to blurt out something. She opened her mouth to reassure him, but Velma spoke first.
"Shinichi, Five. Okay I get it." she said, satisfied.
"You do?" Shinichi asked, mystified.
"Yeah, it's wordplay. Shi is four and Ichi is one. Four N One. Five."
Valerie giggled while Shinichi's jaw dropped. "Clever, but no. It's just an inside joke. But like really does call to like, huh. Mystery Inc and the Hesei Holmes."
"Mystery Inc?"
"Hesei Holmes?"
"Yeah," Valerie nodded. The gestured to the gang. "Teenage crime solvers who've stopped a number of corrupt schemes and illegal activities and," She turned the gesture to Shinichi, "the teenage detective proclaimed the 'Savior of the Japanese Police Force'."
"Low profile Val," Shinichi hissed.
Valerie winced, "Sorry."
"You like mysteries?" Fred sat up straight.
"Love them," Shinichi admitted. "There's nothing better than solving a particularly tricky case."
"And what about us?" One of the kids demanded, clearly upset.
Shinichi looked bemused. "Right. Mystery Inc. this is Genta-kun, Mitsuhiko-kun, and Ayumi-chan. Three of the four founding members of the Shonen Tantei-dan, the other being my cousin."
"Yeah, and we've solved a bunch of cases, so don't forget us." The one who had been identified as Genta declared.
"Yeah, if there was a case happening right now you'd see!" Mitsuhiko followed up.
"I would really appreciate it if there wasn't a case right-" Shinichi never got to finish his statement, interrupted by a sudden bang as smoke covered an area, then blew away, revealing a stark white figure floating slightly.
"I am the ghost of Kamei Osamu and I've come for my revenge against Gomera and all who enjoy it!"
A startled Zoinks preceded a moment of dead silence and then...
"BWAHAHAHAHA That is the STUPIDEST ghost costume I'm ever seen." Genta doubled over laughing, pointing at the the so called ghost.
"It's very bad. You should at least out some effort into it." Ayumi chided.
"Not to mention we've met Kamei Osamu and you look nothing like him." Mitsuhiko was frowning.
Velma looked at the kids, genuinely impressed that they weren't taken in for a moment.
"You know," Danny said a little hesitantly. "My family researches ghosts? I think I'm a little insulted on their behalf."
"On their behalf? I'm insulted on our behalf that he thought we were gonna actually be scared of that." Valerie gestured at the set up.
Shinichi was just staring at the ghost in naked disbelief.
Fred chuckled. "In the past couples of years I've seen more scam artists pretend to be supernatural creatures than I can count. But this is the first time I've seen one so thoroughly roasted, much less so quickly."
Even Shaggy and Scooby seemed to be calming down, tension leaving their shoulders.
The 'ghost' seemed less than pleased. "You dare laugh at me, dare to mock me, you'll see!" He pulled something of his his jacket and threw it at the group.
Shinichi and Danny both dived in front of them and the resounding explosion blinded everything with brilliant light and deafening sound. Daphne blinked as her vision returned and suppressed a scream as she saw rubble sticking up thorough her chest. She could feel it, but it didn't hurt. Was she in shock? Was her body numbing itself before...
"Don't worry." Shinichi hissed as though under a great strain. "I have you." They all started floating as one, hovering over and away from the rubble. The feeling of weightlessness ended as they all become solid again, tumbling to the ground unharmed.
"It's the ghost of Kudo Shinichi!" Someone from the crowd screamed.
Mystery Inc. all turned. Shinichi's hoodie was down and the skin that had seemed pale before now was much more ethereal. His eyes glowed like green coals as he turned to glare at the man hanging for the ceiling pretending to be a ghost. Purposefully he began to stride towards the costumed man.
"No! No!" he began swinging on the cord that held him up, trying to escape. "Gomera killed my brother! You should understand that!"
"No," Shinichi said with a heavy voice. "Your brother was killed by Matsui Shugo in revenge for attempting to destroy his life's work. Matsui confessed and is serving his sentence. You just threw a bomb at a group of people who rightfully called out your costume for being an insult to ghosts which it is, including three seven year old children," He reached the man and lifted him up by one hand. The ghost costume phased off him and Shinichi held the gibbering mess of a person up high. "So no, I do NOT understand. There is nothing in me that can understand what makes it reasonable kill or maim a person for slighted pride, much less children. Kamei-San you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent and the right to an attorney at your trial." Shinichi reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled something out. He then dropped the man to the ground and pulled his arms behind his back before securing them. The he turned to the public.
"Attention everyone, the suspect is apprehended. Please do not leave until the police show up and have taken your statement." The ghost bowed, hovering over the man who's hands were now ziptied behind his back, then vanished.
"Wait, he's arresting him?" Fred asked in slight disbelief. That was...new ghost behavior.
"Yeah," Danny breathed a sigh of relief. "Shinichi's all about the Justice and serving their time. I'll admit I was a little worried since his little band of junior detectives was threatened."
"Shinichi-Niisan wouldn't do anything bad." Ayumi stuck out her lip and stomped her foot.
"And who are you calling Junior!" Mitsuhiko scolded. Danny put up his hands in surrender.
"Daphne, you said he was son of local celebrities." Velma said, exasperated.
"That's what he said. That and he was in the media spotlight after an attempt on his life."
"And he didn't mention the attempt was successful, typical Shinichi." Valerie rolled her eyes.
"And his parents aren't exactly local. His Mom's a famous actress and his Dad's an internationally known author." Danny added.
"But he can't be a ghost. Ghosts don't exist!" Velma protested.
"Thank You" Shinichi's voice echoed from no where, making them jump. "There is no logical explanation for ghosts."
"Sure, because it's so much logical to refuse to admit they exist when you freaking are one." Danny laughed. "I don't even need to see your face, I know the exact look you're giving me."
"Shut up," Shinichi grumbled.
"You have to admit, you were kind of in denial. A lot." Ayumi said gently.
"You actually thought you got to come back to life if your killers got caught." Genta laughed.
Look, just...I don't want today to be about my family drama or people asking me questions about something I really don't want to think about.
Shinichi was different from the fake ghosts they had known. He didn't want attention on himself. He didn't pretend to be all powerful or frightening, in fact all he'd done was arrest one guy. She'd lean more towards believing him even of it wasn't for the literal display of supernatural power he'd shown to save their lives.
He was a ghost who didn't want think about being a ghost or how he got to be that way. He'd just wanted to do something nice for his cousin's friends and now he was exposed with the people around him talking about the one thing he didn't want to think about. She didn't even wonder why he was currently invisible. (How yes, why no). Not with the way everyone had been staring at him a moment ago. He didn't want to be a celebrity for being dead, he'd just wanted a day of being normal.
And Daphne made up her mind.
"Once we give our statements do you want to grab some food for the kids, talk about the cases we've all solved, and forget that ghosts were ever a topic of conversation?" Daphne offered.
"Yes," Shinichi whispered in the most relieved tone she'd ever heard.
#Ghost Writing#Danny Phantom#Scooby Doo#Detective Conan#Phantom Detective#FYI it was Agasa and Ai who got sick not Conan and AI#Agasa was supposed to chaperone the ST#Shinichi changed it to Conan to explain why his cousin wasn't there#and explained the altered story to the others during the movie
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i heard send in headcanons so i am summoned (srry i have like one brain cell for my fav characters)
one of my favs is meteor gaming nights. blake and terra pull ZEL, ace, and taka into gaming with them. taka and eve are decent, zero is Really good, terra goes out of her way to sabotage ace (who is terrible at video games) at any opportunity. usually blake and terra and zero dominate but sometimes lumi will just absolutely wash blake. nobody can explain why but they all secretly enjoy seeing it.
another one is that ace would rlly get along with the orphanage kiddos, and is just Really good with kids as a whole. i imagine they'd get along a ton w/ noel esp, since they both have the "overshadowed and dismissed by a family member" in common, and they'd love performing tricks for the kiddos to make them laugh. shelly and ace friendship my beloved too. (also allsuits ace having a multicolored suit w/ timeskip noel...)
i love thinking abt characters that would nickname their mons-- i imagine nicknames are more common in-world than they're made out to be. some characters i can see nicknaming their team-- cain, lumi, julia, ace, titania (literary references, hehe), laura, hardy, fern (wouldn't call them that in front of other people because he has a Reputation, but deffo has like. carefully handpicked names), florinia starts to do it for a few mons post-lati-- stuff like that
aya and ace get along well during the (really long) time that she's kidnapped by meteor and grow pretty close even after that. they'd have treated her courteously while she was prisoner and made sure she was treated well and taken care of. she'd likely have found them as endearing as she Could find an enemy bc she can't help having the slightest soft spot for them because they remind her of cain and she misses him a lot even though of course she'd never admit that? ace's best friend is taka-- who also falls into bad habits of deprecating himself as much as they try to uplift him just as aya tends to do to herself-- so sometimes they just sit with her quietly and let her talk about anything and try to uplift her in the same way-- she puffs up at this at first because why would she open up to someone she barely knows, especially an enemy? but they treat her kindly and are patient and always meet her with a smile whenever they see each other-- she's spent too much time around sirius, who's eternally sharp and sour, and being around them who just unconsciously reminds her of home is a comfort.
not really a headcanon but i love imagining charas in flower crowns and their reactions to them bc they're adorable.
sorry for long post i'm a disaster and headcanons are like. a floodgate for me i have So Many
i drew one of my favs of these cuz oh my god- all of these are so good
i can definitely see ace being good with kids, and them connecting with noel- and omg also aya during that time is canon you cant change my mind
also NICKNAMES FOR PKM OH MY GOD UR SO REAL- i think about this constantly bcuz terra (although her names are- quirky as they say) and luna has nicknames for theirs and i love that sm
also yes. flower crowns.
#pokemon reborn#ace featherstone#these are giving me so much brainrot#sorry it took a while to respond i am in school cries#gon answers#gon draws hcs#ace pokemon reborn#terra pierce#blake whitaker#taka alcantara#zel pokemon reborn#ALSO NO NEED TO BE SORRY i am literally the same way abt saphira and the belrose sisters i getchu homie
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For the character ask thing (if you're still doing it) how about Alastor and Angel Dust! Or maybe Husk if you're up to it?
ABSO FUCKING YES
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alastor
my first impression
alastor showed up and i immediately went oh i love him
my impression now
STILL LOVE HIM SO SO SOOO MUCH . MY SILLY SCRUNGLIE !!!
favorite thing about that character
am i ALLOWED to say everything . (one of my favorite things is that hes canonically aroace, win for the aroace community congrats you guys !!!!! :D!!!!)
least favorite thing
it DIRECTLY conflicts with what i said before HABAHSHAJK but the fact that the fandom says its immediately aphobia to ship alastor with literally anyone because hes canonically aroace ... i love aroace people i have several ace friends + i think one or two aroace friends and also hes fictional and also l + ratio + fuck you i do what i want /j
favorite line/scene
I HAVE SO MANY OH MY GOD ... we'll just go with two from ep 8
+ "what just happened? ...ffffffuck."
+ "you lack discipline, control, and worse? ɎꝊɄ'ꞦɆ ꞨŁꝊꝐꝐɎ."
favorite interaction that character has with another
every single time he interacts with lucifer KILLS me, especially the uh
"i guess that's why charlie called it the HAZBIN HOTEL, ha ha ha!"
"HA, HA, HA! it was actually my idea."
"HAHAHA, WELL ITS NOT VERY CLEVER!"
"HA HA! fuck you."
a character that i wish that character would interact with more
ANGEEEELLLL DUST ANGEL DUST ANGEL DUUUUST ANGELDUST AAAANGEEEEL DUUUUST PLEASE
another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character
bill cipher (i have never seen gravity falls) (i've seen so many people compare these two though)
a headcanon about that character
demigray-aroace!!! also he is ungodly at cooking. ALSO HE HAS A TAIL FUCK YOU
a song that reminds of that character
i dont actually think i have one that isnt like... one of the in series songs . you have to understand i've listened to non hazbin-related songs like twice in the past month
an unpopular opinion about that character
hes fictional, thus you can ship him and make fanart of whatever with him, BECAUSE HE IS FICTIONAL. its like when you ship a lesbian and a gay character, its fine because yk what? they arent real! focus on the ACTUAL aphobia rather than someone (who has several ace + aroace friends) who just wants to have a little fun with a fictional deer man
favorite picture
whoever animated this scene .. i need .... mo re ......
angel dust
my first impression
his first lines in the pilot were him being an absolute dickhead and i immediately fell in love
my impression now
HES EVEN FUNNIER
favorite thing about that character
honestly his accent?? his voice ?? blake roman does such a good job at portraying him as a character oaugh . also just like, how much he genuinely cares for everyone in the hotel ogoguouguough
least favorite thing
if i say huskerdust as a ship how much hate do you think i'll get. ITS NOT A BAD SHIP!!! it just isnt my cup of tea, ive never been a huskerdust fan and so most huskerdust scenes in the show make me go eehhh . BUT ITS NOT BAD!! and i know itll end up being canon so ive gotten used to it
favorite line/scene
"this body was MADE to be exploited! i got the arms! i got the stamina! i got the legs, i got the lung capacity, HOHO, I GOT THE LEGS!! the gag reflex, the holes, the chest fluff that everyone thinks are tits..."
favorite interaction that character has with another
ironically . loser, baby was one of my by far favorite interactions angel has had with a character
a character that i wish that character would interact with more
ALASTORRRR
another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character
its hard to actually think of one for angel because hes such a . hes such a guy AHABASHBA i guess i would have to say jax from tadc tho, specifically because they used to share a va back when michael kovach was angel's voice actor + tall lanky silly dudes
a headcanon about that character
INTERSEX ANGEL DUUUUUUST INTERSEX ANGEL DUST EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR INTERSEX ANGEL DUST
a song that reminds of that character
this is love by uuuuh air traffic controller!!! it, as saddening as it is to say this, makes me think of his "relationship" with valentino
an unpopular opinion about that character
If I Say I Do Not Like HuskerDust That Will Get Me Hate But That Is My Unpopular Opinion
favorite picture
once again ironically its this scene, its just so goddamn pretty and the song is really good and the lighting just abahbahah
husk
my first impression
CAT WITH WINGS!!!
my impression now
SILLY GUY !!! I LOVE HIM !!! hes so funny i love him
favorite thing about that character
the fact that he was an OVERLORD??? oh my GOD??
least favorite thing
again... if i say... huskerdust ... LIKE ITS NOT EVEN A BAD SHIP I SAID THAT ALREADY ITS JUST NOT MY FAVORITE AND IHGUGHFG !!! I LOVE BOTH CHARACTERS AS THEY ARE I JUST CANNOT FORCE MYSELF TO LIKE THE SHIP
favorite line/scene
from the pilot "you think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze!? well you can!", and also "I SWEAR TO FUCK IF YOU SAY DICKS!!!" from ep 3 AJAASJHASJHA
favorite interaction that character has with another
from ep 8 "THESE FUCKIN' ANGELS WON'T STOP COMIN'!" "HA!" "...okay, i walked right into that one"
a character that i wish that character would interact with more
i want to see husk and alastor more, like as a one-on-one duo. one of the only scenes we got with them was when alastor was revealed to be in some sort of deal or contract too, and he scared husk shitless (poor husk), but i'm so interested to see stuff outside of that . i want to see more interactions with them that aren't al threatening the shit out of husk BAHABHASB
another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character
the one guy from the princess and the frog because they share a va i think
a headcanon about that character
i love love lvoe the idea that husk can do like bar tricks?? like make drinks in fun silly ways because hes a Bartender and he used to be the gambling overlord so he probably learned casino tricks n stuff
a song that reminds of that character
as with most of these answers, i Do Not Have One
an unpopular opinion about that character
BASED ON MY PREVIOUS ANSWERS FOR THIS SORT OF THING I'M SURE YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT TO SAY. i literally do not have any unpopular opinions except i can't force myself to enjoy huskerdust i am so fucking sorry it's so valid and everyone who ships it is valid i just can't AJAHJKASH
favorite picture
THIS SCENE PLAYS IN MY HEAD DAILY ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY, also husk NOT hating an (albeit accidental) sex joke is fucking hilarious to me
#xanbox#hazbin hotel#alastor#angel dust#husk#im not tagging anything else i dont think just cuz bahabhabah
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Okay this drama is one I wanted to post myself
So basically what’s happening is that me and my friends were getting harassed by this boy named Daniel(this is the only time I’m exposing someone’s real name)well we reported him because he touched my best friend lets name her Debra no where private but it still made her uncomfortable And she had a boyfriend HE KNEW SHE HAD A BOYFRIEND and he did they same thing to me knowing I have one too he harassed one of my friend’s lets name him Blake and told my other friend lets name her Rubie “that’s why you’re not a virgin” WHEN SHE WAS SA IT WASN’T HER CHOICE so we reported him Then he was told to STAY AWAY from me and my friends but no. Today he talked to us TOUCHED MY STUFF and touched Debra so tmmr if he does it again I’m gonna say “I have two things to say to you 1.you were told to stay away from us so go away we want nothing to do with you and 2. Never touch Debra or anyone again” and if he doesn’t get a wake up call I’m gonna get my therapist into this and re-report to the social worker
Eve’s opinions:I fucking loathe him so much like I’ve always disliked him from the first time I ever met him sa is not A joke it’s something really serious that causes people trauma because of him I had a huge body problems back then now i just want him to know how much we all hate him and how he should never talk to us again if he apologizes idc about it I’m never going to forgive him.because sa wasn’t a choice ALSO WHO TF MAKES FUN OF SOMEONES SA?? I don’t care for what excuses he has they all don’t matter we could have been good friends but no he doesn’t deserve to be friends with all of us he’s just another disgusting pervert.he really thought he had a chance with me and my Debra even tho HE KNEW we have boyfriends Tho I can’t be talking myself I’m a bad person to but I will NEVER do that to anyone as SA survivor like what in the actual fuck
Kelsey’s opinions: if you’re asked to stop, stop. it’s not hard. it doesn’t matter you leave them alone, especially when the PRINCIPAL has asked you to stay away from someone. when someone is sa’d, they don’t get a say in what happens. it’s not their choice. therefore, the way i see it, your sa does not mean you’re no longer innocent or virgin or whatever. its not your fault, it wasn’t your choice, and you sure as hell don’t deserve to be shamed, made fun of, or blamed for it. sexual assault/harassment not a joke. and if you’re asked to apologize and it’s not genuine, at least put the effort in to sound genuine. 😁
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Venus
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI)
Summary: based off of the song "You Right (extended)" - Dpja Cat FT The Weeknd
Word count: 3.7k
Content Warnings: swearing, illusions to cheating (no actual cheating), pining, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, talks of anxiety, some self loathing, break up, happy ending (let me know if I missed anything)
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I never thought myself to be a jealous person. When it came to what others had growing up, I was never jealous. Some could attribute that to the fact I had my head in books, causing me to be oblivious. But I heard and saw things. But I was never jealous per say.
Until I met her.
Y/N joined the team after Blake left and fit in immediately. Her and I also became fast friends, especially since she was the only one who would let me ramble and actually listen to me. I fell hard and I fell fast. But then I discovered a small issue.
She has a boyfriend. And it’s not even like a ‘oh we’ve only been together a few months’ kind of thing. No, this was a long-term type of deal. As in a six year, they live together, deal. And the worst part? The guy was good to her.
I’d met him during the Christmas eve party Rossi throws for us. By then, she was almost an entire year with us and my crush on her was nearly hard to contain. I had planned on admitting my feelings once I had a little liquid courage coursing through my system. But then, she walked in with her arm wrapped around his.
“This is Cam. My boyfriend.” She’d said to us. He shot us a million dollar smile, greeting us all with kindest, and warmest, ‘hello’ I’d ever heard.
But it also the night I picked up on a little something from her. She didn’t love him. Not like how you’d think someone would love the partner they’d been with for six years. I saw in the way her eyes didn’t shine when he spoke, and the monotoned way she introduced him to us. I saw it in the way she relaxed more when he’d walked off to get them drinks.
But it was clear he was a good guy. He didn’t try to put on a show by acting extra sweet to convince us he was good. He just was. So, I was a little confused. And a whole lot jealous. Because she’d never brought him up in the eleven months, we’d known each other. Which pushed me to be even more confused.
“Cam seems nice,” I’d said to her that night. She only shrugged, never actually giving me a reply to the compliment.
That night was four years ago. And now, they’ve been together an entire decade. And every day, I watch her grow less and less in love with him. And while I’m not the best at picking up social cues, I never miss the way she flirts with me. The way she looks at me when I speak.
It’s the way she should be looking at him.
The worst part? It excites me. I would never steal another mans girl – that’s just bad karma – but I can’t help the feeling of fire that ignites in my stomach when she touches me. It could be something as simple as her patting my shoulder, telling me I did a good job. Or even, just her knee brushing mine in the car. She courses through my veins and I’m finding it harder and harder to control my need for her.
But like I said, stealing another mans girl is bad karma.
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I was sure our team could see the way she flirted with me. But if they did, no one ever said anything to our faces. But I knew the flirty looks we shot to each other, and the way our hands rested just a little too close together. I was hopelessly in love with her. And every night I’d lay in bed and beg whatever deity would listen, that she would leave him.
But she hadn’t. And every day I had to find a way to restrain the urges I had. Because having sex with someone who’s in a relationship is beyond wrong. I refused to be that guy. The guy that breaks up a relationship. But every day I also saw the way her eyes grew duller and the resentment for him grew.
I had my suspicions as to why she wouldn’t leave. A decade is a long time. You become family, you collect possessions and memories that include the other person. It becomes so much harder to leave when you know you’ll be breaking more hearts than just his.
Not to mention the way he is connected to the woman she was before this job. Because this job will break you over and over again. Tear you down and push you aside. Leave you jagged and broken, forcing you to smooth the sharp edges alone. You grip onto anything that once knew the innocence the BAU steals. Mine is books and trinkets. Hers is the man she sleeps next to every night.
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The knock on my door startled me.
We’d just gotten back from a brutal case, each going our separate ways with sadness flooding our systems. ‘We can’t save them all’ Hotch said. And while he was right, it didn’t make it any easier. She left without a glance in my direction, something extremely unusual for her.
I padded across my floors cautiously. I didn’t know who could need me at 2 am. And I was shocked to find her at my door. Her eyes were lifeless, and I could tell she was numb. It was clear she’d gone home, her work clothes traded in for pajamas that made her look adorable.
“Y/N? what are you-“
She cut me off, “I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t pretend I don’t love you.” She brushed past me, letting herself invade my living room. I processed her confession as I closed the door, I could feel her eyes on me as she waited for me to speak.
“You—you are not allowed to love me.” It was a stupid thing for me to say, I knew that. But she had a good man who loved her, sleeping in her bed.
Her lips parted. It was clear that wasn’t the answer she’d expected from me. “I know I’m not. But he’s… not you. I’ve struggled with this for four years, Spencer. Four fucking years!” She gets louder as she reaches the end.
“Look, I know what you want. But I won’t make the first move. I refuse.” I stop for a moment, my mind running with the fantasy that she would be mine. “I see the way you try to hide it when he’s around. I know you can’t help it. But how do you know it’s not a fantasy of the ‘what if’?”
She steps closer and I can almost hear her heart racing, “it’s not that deep, Spence. I just want you. So bad. And you can’t deny that you want me too. And I know it’s not fair to you. But I don’t care. I need you.”
“What about him?” She’s so close. I cant take a breath without her making me dizzy. She was clouding my mind with lust and I was losing my grip on reality. All I could think about was her.
She runs her hands up my arms and the goose bumps follow her soft fingers. Her eyes shine with need and the love she should be showing him. But I couldn’t deny the fire inside me. She was exciting and I didn’t care if I ruined his life.
And she seals that thought when she cocks her head and asks, “what about who? Just pretend he doesn’t exist for a few hours. I just want you.” And then her lips meet mine and I can’t help but wonder why I’d waited so long.
He didn’t matter when her lips were on mine. Nothing mattered when she touched me. And all I wanted was to be hers. To touch her the way she wanted. The way she deserved. Because I knew he didn’t do that for her. He couldn’t see her for the multidimensional woman who continued to change. That’s what this job does, it changes you.
I could appreciate the woman she used to be, the woman she’d become, and the woman she would be. I would appreciate and let her grow in the ways she needed, support and love all versions of her.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue begging for entrance so I could explore her further. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. Like a field of fresh flowers. She was the prettiest one. One I would pick and press into a book. Kept frozen in time.
She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced and I nearly fell apart right there. It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard leave her lips. And I wanted to hear it over and over again. For the rest of my life.
As I kissed down her neck, being careful to not mark her, I pushed her towards my room. I wanted her in the most in the most intimate way possible. I needed to hear her whimper my name. I needed her to be mine. And I knew if I did this right, she would be.
The backs of her knees hit my bed and our kiss didn’t break as I laid her down, following her as she made herself comfortable amongst my pillows. Her hair sprawled around her like the beautiful angel she was.
“Stop me,” I murmured against her lips, “stop me before we go too far. Once I have you, I wont let go, y/n. So stop me.”
Her hands held my face, and her eyes didn’t leave mine. I waited for the blow, forcing myself not to tense as she slipped from her grip. The impact was going to hurt but I was prepared.
“I can’t,” she sighed, “stopping you would be the biggest mistake of my life. I need you. All of you.” She pulls me back in for a kiss and I cant stop the smile that forms.
My fingers worked the buttons of her pajama top, desperately trying to get her out of it. I needed more skin. I need more of her. And when I get it off, I took a minute to admire her. To admire the angel, I was probably only going to have once.
My shirt was next to go, her hands pulling it over my head before throwing it to meet hers on my bedroom floor. We reconnected, this time my lips leaving wet kisses over her collar bones, making a path to her breasts. Her chest rising and falling rapidly, speeding up as I made my way down. My eyes didn’t leave her face, profiling her as I moved and looking for discomfort.
“Please, Spencer. Touch me.” She begged with a breathy tone. And I was silent, taking one of her nipples in my mouth, my hand moving to play with the other one. Her sharp inhale going straight to my cock.
“Just like that,” she whines as I switch breasts, her hips bucking as she tried to find stimulation. But I refuse to rush any of this. I was going to take my sweet time with her. “More, Spencer. Please!” Her begging is cute and I wonder if he has ever made her beg for more.
“So impatient,” I mutter as I start to kiss down her sternum and over her stomach. My eyes are glued to her face. I wanted to remember all of this. Every sigh, every smile, every eye roll. I wanted it burned into my brain for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
I stop at the waistband of her shorts, silently asking for permission. She nods and I can feel the adrenaline coursing through me. We were about to break the barrier. Cross the line between affair and friends. And I didn’t give a single fuck.
My fingers hooked into her shorts and panties and I made quick work of pulling them off her legs, letting them join the rest of the clothes on my bedroom floor. Again, I took a moment to admire her. She was everything I could ever want, or need, in a woman. She was perfect in every way.
“Are you going to stare” she asked in a whispered, breathy voice, “or are you going to fuck me?”
The crude words coming out of her mouth made shivers run down my spine, “Sweetheart, I’m going to make you fall in love.”
I watched her eyes widen, but she didn’t get time to answer as I licked a stripe up her core. Her hands were quick to find my hair, tangling in the curled locks and tugging me closer into her. But I didn’t care. I welcomed the pain that came with her tugging.
I suckled on her clit softly, my tongue flicking over the tender bundle of nerves. Her moans echoes across the room. It was a sound I wanted burned into my brain. A sound I would kill another man to hear.
“Fuck, Spencer!” She called to me, her voice strained from pleasure.
I hummed as I wrote letters of love against her. She tasted like the sweetest candy I’d ever had. I was addicted to her and I didn’t care about the withdrawals. She was going to destroy me and I was going to let her with a smile on my face. She was my Venus and I was going to worship her until it killed me.
She bucked her hips, grinding against my face as she moaned my name over and over again. I couldn’t help but sit in the satisfaction that she’d long forgotten about him. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her closer to my face but also pushing her hips into my bed.
“Just like that, Spence! God, I’m right there!”
I could feel her legs shaking as I sucked harder. I wanted to make her cum more than once. Something I was sure he couldn’t do. Maybe, just maybe, if I could be better than him in every way, she’d want me. Want me to do this to her every night. So, I was going to try.
“Right there! Fuck, baby. Don’t stop! Gonna-“but she was cut off by her orgasm washing over her. Her thighs clamping hard around my head as they shook in pleasure. Her fingers tugging on my hair so hard it made me groan in pain. I lapped up all of her until she was pushing my face from between her legs.
When she relaxed, I kissed my way back up her body until I was at her lips. I kissed her deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. She moaned at the taste of herself on my tongue, her hips bucking once more for friction. It was so cute how impatient she was. But I was too.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked. I had no hesitation, but I wanted to make sure she didn’t either.
She kisses me again, harder this time with her hands holding my face, “I’m so sure, Spencer. Please. I’m clean, I swear.” I’d figured. I was quiet but I heard everything. I knew she’d never let anyone fuck her without a condom. I’d be the first. And I was ecstatic.
I gave her a moment to back out. But when I saw she had no reservations about this, I lined up. She gripped me as I pushed inside slowly. I wanted to feel every inch of her and for her to feel every inch of me. She felt like the softest silk known to man. She was so warm and wet, and I had to fight to keep myself sane.
“So fucking tight, angel,” I whined, letting my head drop into the crook of her neck. Her nails left crescent moons in my scalp and arm as her bought stretched to fit me. And once I was settled to the hilt, I stilled. She needed a second to adjust and so did I.
But it wasn’t long before her impatience got the best of her once more. She rolls her hips, causing a groan to be ripped from my chest. Her little giggle makes my heart squeeze. Another one of my favorite sounds. One that was burned into my brain long ago.
I start slow, letting us adjust to each other and letting me build up a pace. “So fucking beautiful,” I moan. My fingers run down her face, touch feather light. She’s warm, like rays of sunshine on a spring day.
“Speak for yourself, Spence.” She pulls me down and before we connect, she whispers out “faster.” And I can do nothing but listen.
The sound of skin hitting skin is all I can hear when our lips are connected. I swallow down any moans that leave her. She’s perfect in every single way, and I am terrified on what’s going to happen when this ends. But I don’t show her that. Not now. Not yet.
One particularly deep thrust has her crying out my name, her nails slipping down my back. Her legs wrap around my torso and its then that I lose track of where I end, and she begins. I’m lost in her and I know I will be for the rest of my life. No one will ever compare to the girl in my bed right here, right now. She’s Venus. She will always be Venus.
“Spencer, please. M’ so close,” her voice cracks as she pleas with me.
I reach between us and quickly find her clit, rubbing soft circles as my hips pick up speed, “Cum for me baby. Fucking do it!”
It doesn’t take her long to tip over the edge, “God! Spencer!” She shouts, eyes rolling in the back of her skull.
That’s what does it for me and pull out with seconds to spare, pumping myself to completion all over her stomach. Her name falls from my lips over and over as the aftershocks make me shake. And when it’s all over, I fall into a heap next to her.
One breath. That’s all it took was one breath for the anxiety to wash over me. I move quickly before she can say anything, pulling on some sweatpants and padding into my bathroom. The voices inside my head beat me down for what we did. My best friend just cheated on her boyfriend with me. Of all people, me.
My stomach twists as I walk back to her, wet towel in hand. I’m quiet and I know she can feel my anxiety. I wasn’t the only profiler in the room. I’m quick to clean her up, throwing the towel in the hamper.
“Spence?” She asks with concern. I know she’s wondering if I regret it. And in a way, I do. I’d bit the apple and I was waiting for my punishment. Punishment being her going back to the man in her bed. “Spencer?”
I look at her, still bare and still in my bed. She had a small smile on her face and I was worried she was just trying to not hurt my feelings.
“Sit. I think we have a few things to talk about,” She pats the spot next to her and I hesitantly sit next to her, handing her my shirt from the floor so she can cover herself if she wants too. She slides it on, smiling as the fabric hits her skin.
“I know what you’re going to say,” I mutter. I don’t look at her, instead deciding to play with my fingers.
“Oh! I didn’t realize you’d turned into a mind reader in the past four hours,” she giggles and my heart is racing, pounding against its bone cage at the noise.
“I didn’t. But that’s how it always goes. And plus, he-he’s waiting for you.” I peek up at her then and notice the way her eyes gleam with unshed tears. And my heart breaks at the sight
“No, Spencer. He’s not.” She sighs, reaching forward and grabbing my hand, “he left. Took everything but my clothes while we were away.” A stray tear falls, but she catches it before I can. “He left nothing but a note. I have nothing.”
She sniffles and laughs, “but it doesn’t matter. It was- it was over a long time ago. The moment I met you, it was over. I think we both knew that. And I think we held on because it was familiar? But he didn’t let me grow the way I needed to. And he wasn’t you.”
My mind is racing will all of her confessions and I really don’t know what to say. So I start with the easiest, “I’ve known for a long time I was in love with you.” And once the seal is broken, I cant stop.
“I’ve known for four years that we were in love with each other. And it scared the shit out of me. Because he was… great. He didn’t try too hard and he loved you. I saw it. But I also saw the way you didn’t. The way you found every opportunity to be away. What if-“
She cuts me off, “it wont. It wont.”
“But how can you be so sure! How?!” I cry to her. “I don’t think I’ll survive without you. No, I know I wont survive. Once I have you, that’s it.”
“You think I can? Spencer, it was you from the second I laid eyes on you. And I can be sure because you let me grow! You let me explore. You let me be myself! You make me feel free. You make me see the beautiful side of life. Trust me, I wont survive without you either. Just… trust me. I’ll never love anyone like I love you.”
I take the leap, practically pouncing on top of her to kiss her lips. It’s messy and full of laughter and we don’t pull away until we are gasping for air.
“I love you. For the rest of my life, I love you.” She whispers, hands on my face.
“I love you. For my whole life.” I whisper back, our foreheads softly touching. And for the first time, my life felt right.
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The Angel of Death Pt44
Inspired by this Story Starter by @someone-ev
AO3 Prologue Beginning Previous Next
Tris had been zig zagging around the city for close to an hour before she decided a confrontation was necessary. Whoever was tailing her was very skilled. She’d yet to catch sight of them. It would be a shame to have to kill someone who was obviously dedicated to their craft. On the next run through the buildings she found one with multiple levels and dodged around them until she was certain her stalker couldn’t see her. Then she waited.
She could hear them getting closer and listened as their steps became cautious. It had been awhile since she’d gone up against someone competent. She kept completely still and silent as they tried to track her. They took a wrong turn and that was all she needed. Within seconds she had them pinned to the ground.
“Who sent you?” The person she was holding went limp. It was a ploy to get your attacker to let down their guard. Instead she tightened her hold and made sure there was no method of escape. “I’m not going to ask again.”
“Asked me to watch you.” Female then, and her words were stilted.
“Who asked you?”
“Damian.” Tris groaned as she released the woman under her. Of course it was him. Considering he was the one who died she was fairly certain she didn’t want him or anyone he sent protecting her. The fact that she didn’t need protection at all seemed to be lost on all of them.
“You can tell him that I don’t need or want a bodyguard. If he really wants to help he needs to leave Paris, which I’ve already explained. Now is not the time to develop a chivalrous attitude.” The woman got up slowly and Tris waited while she was studied. It was a bit disconcerting being on the receiving end of that stare.
“He underestimates you.” Tris let out an amused huff. That was the understatement of the century. The woman cocked her head and continued staring at her, seeming to take in everything. “He’s worried.”
“He needs to worry about himself. I’m almost a hundred percent certain Talia isn’t coming here for me. Not to mention I’ve got someone I actually trust watching my back and the last thing I need is unknowns screwing with my plans.” She nodded thoughtfully.
“He won’t like it.” She was just stating what she considered a fact. It obviously wasn’t an argument which Tris appreciated.
“His likes and dislikes have never been high on my priority list. Survival is.” The woman was still just staring at her. Tris couldn’t even read anything in her expression but the string between them was slowly turning the pale green of friendship. That was odd. Finally she nodded, almost to herself.
“I’ll talk to him.” She reached into a pocket to pull out a pad and pen. When she wrote it was done slowly and carefully but she ripped out the page and handed it to Tris. “In case.” Despite the care she took the note was still written in a childish scrawl. All that was on it was ‘Cass’ and a phone number. Before Tris could respond she was already in motion and off the roof. Cass… why did that sound familiar? The question continued to nag at her as she headed back to the dorm but she couldn’t come up with the answer.
“There’s something you’re not telling us.” Tris tried not to groan as she entered to find all her roommates waiting for her. They were staring at her expectantly but Chloe was the one who actually spoke.
“There are a lot of things I’m not telling you. Mostly because too much information will be worse for all of you than too little, especially since the threat is still just theoretical.” That was definitely not the response they expected. Kagami looked thoughtful but the others ranged from confused to annoyed.
“Then why are you making us train at all?” Tris could tell Chloe regretted asking as soon as the words came out but she needed to make a point.
“Because I was able to take both or your Miraculous with minimal recon. Because I was able to take the Guardian’s Miraculous within minutes of meeting him. Because the Blakes are still throwing you around like ragdolls. But mostly because the theoretical threat is one of a select few people I’m not sure I can take down myself. That person will not hesitate to come after any of you if they find out you have information that could be useful in finding or killing me.”
“What did you do to them that made them want to kill you?” Adrien’s question caused the other’s to suck in a sharp breath but Tris wasn’t certain why. It was a valid question she supposed but she didn’t have a good answer.
“I was not worthy of their notice but they were forced to deal with me anyway. At least that’s all they know about.” She was about ninety-nine percent certain that Talia had no idea of her roll in the conflicting factions within the league. The woman would have been far more aggressive in her pursuit if she did.
“That seems like a bit of an overreaction.” Tris could only offer a small smile.
“In anything resembling normal society it would be. In my world, embarrassments need to be taken care of so they can’t become a problem.” And an embarrassment was the best thing she was to Talia. She still didn’t understand why the woman hadn’t killed her as soon as Damian told her about the string. Her best guess was that she had wanted Damian to do it himself when he was older to prove his loyalty.
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In Love Island UK, I watched 2 bombshells coming in as TWINS. I forgot which season it was though. Now I'm playing the stick or switch recoupling in S2 and everyone's talking about how similar MC was with Blake. And my imagination being so weird, what if it was MC's twin and not Blake? Like, they hate each other so MC never talked about her. They could be identical or fraternal. What do you think the scenario would be? 👀
SHEESH! my god, anon! why do i love this so much though!?!!
ok, so first things first, i think you’re talking about jess and eve, from season 6. i love how they go “we’re not gonna fight over a man” to then fighting over who’s gonna choose callum! lol
ok, in the scenario where mc’s partner switches to her sister?
THAT SISTER IS WICKED! that’s a lot of flavor for just one prompt ask! lol FUSEBOX SHOULD TAKE NOTES ON YOUR IDEA. i would pay gems to confront them, istg! a sister, cousin, friend. someone close coming in and stealing your partner? pff, i would love to see it.
i’mma use lucas for this one, if you don’t mind. and the sister being fraternal twin, the shock would be much bigger once they find out. ‘cause i reckon none of the boys would dare switching if they knew they’re related.
this is the prompt for a telenovela love island the game and it’s just so galaxy brain, i cannot with you, anon! ((i’m picturing all sorts of paola bracho memes in my head rn)) and take a shot every time the word 'evil' comes up 🥴
- mc’s eyes would go wide, filled with shock, anger, popping out of its sockets with the surprise
- the absolute silence because no one knows what the hell is going on, and the boys exchanging looks with the girls
- her sister’s stance is smug and defiant after they reach the firepit for the reveal
- as they stop, on the first step, holding hands, the boys are of course upset because lucas switched, but as they see your reaction, they’re puzzled
- the girls as well. shocked and a little disgusted, but still, because lucas switched to someone new
- mc opens her mouth but she can’t speak. not a word comes out and now, her fist closes on the side of her body
- the boys are ready to hold her back if they need to, and they mention getting up, especially bobby and gary
- her sister has one brow raised, waiting for her reaction with a grin, the most playful mc has ever seen
- mc’s mind goes blank and she moves towards them, immediately grunting
- the boys and girls move to stop her, bobby and gary almost not being able to
- the sister furrows her brows with am innocent and confused look, almost shrugging
- lucas moves in front of her, “i’m sorry, but i clicked with her. i couldn’t help it. i’m sorry you’re upset, and i’m sure you’ll want to talk to me about it...”
- mc’s focus is now on him, showing teeth, warm cheeks and neck, full-on red eyes, “that’s my sister, you c***.”
- everyone’s heads turn to look at the sister, SHOCKED. mouths hanging open, eyes wide, girls covering their mouths, boys moving to hold mc back, because she WILL attack her sister
- lucas “wait... what?” he turns to see the girl behind him, now noticing some similarites “whaaaa...” under his breath
- “you’re such a fucking c...” before mc can finish her sentence, noah stops her, taking her away from the firepit before she says something that could cost her place in the villa
- the girls immediately go to her rescue, no exception, even shannon who doesn’t even know her
- bobby and gary get water and alcohol for her, if she drinks
- lucas is terrified for being played like that during casa amor
- everything goes to shit when he arrives at the roof terrace to apologize. she almost flies from gary’s and bobby’s grip onto his neck
- “i didn’t know!”
- “i know, but you’re still a fucking idiot, you know that?!”
- lucas sleeps outside, the girl is in bed, alone, but doesnt give sign of moving outside or to the couch, because someone so evil wouldn’t just walk away. she would force her presence upon everyone
- the bright side might be the single boys want to cuddle mc that night, also in the daybeds, making lucas move to the roof terrace or the stretchers
- the next day is pure tension, everyone ignoring the girl, except for shannon, who’s gonna be the messenger between the og girls and the evil twin
- NOTHING ELSE IS TALKED ABOUT, except for mc’s wicked sister stealing her man. another perk i guess! no one is daring to discuss jakub or noah, or anything that isn’t mc’s situation
- the sister is not intimidated, changing clothes, putting makeup on in the same room, and despite lottie’s attempts of making her feel uncomfortable, she doesn’t give a shit, because well... she must be insanely mean
- the dumping ceremony arrives at night, and the sister is M-A-D that her sister can save lucas but she can’t stay
- when she’s dumped, she’s the one who almost gets to mc, but she’s escorted by the security from the villa
- she’s dumped and lucas proceeds to be traumatized, thinking five times before any decision he makes from now on
- the girls comfort mc, having a full pampering day in the dressing room, and a party comes on that night
- the producers reached out to her sister, because “rates would go off the charts” but she agreed because she - is - E-V-I-L.
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hi hello could i maybe get "I don’t wanna die this way" for lone star? please hurt me however u choose
Hello^^ you certainly can 😌🌸
Don’t want to (die) | Marjan Marwani
Canon; A call goes awry and no one was expecting this outcome
Prompt: “I don’t wanna die this way”
Word count: 1515
CW: mentions of dying and medical emergencies
Send me prompts from the Penelope Scott lyrics list
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It’s not a call that Michelle was ever expecting to get, or maybe it was something she just prayed would never happen. No amount of manifesting would prevent this, though, and Owen’s frantic tone over the radio had her heart dropping.
“Ladder 126, EMS needed immediately at our position,” Michelle wasn’t prepared for the words that followed, “Code 26.”
Injured firefighter, EMS required.
That had Nancy rushing for their bags from the rig, throwing them on the gurney as quickly as she could. Michelle was already running ahead, calling back for Tim to stay there and look after their patients, her own bag bouncing against her thigh with every movement. She cursed under her breath as she stumbled, worry for her crew clouding her awareness. Code 26, not an uncommon code in this line of work but certainly not one she had heard for a while. The last time she did must have been when TK was shot, which had been a whole other kind of chaos.
“Who?” she didn’t have any time for panic as she tried to depersonalize from it all, a hand falling on Judd’s shoulder to get his attention. The man looked at her through his visor, worry etched into his face as he pointed to where most of the crew was crowding around. This was just supposed to be a normal fire response, a small apartment complex with a fire on the third floor, and she was sure everyone had evacuated on time. She was only gone from the main scene for ten minutes, helping parents find their children and checking people for smoke inhalation and minor burns. They hadn’t had a firefighter injury in a while, this was such a minor scene she wasn’t sure how it had even happened. Judd seemed to be questioning the same thing but she didn’t have the time to consider how much his memories were haunting him at that moment.
“Marjan…”
Nancy had caught up with her by then and she nudged her Captain forward, though when their eyes met Michelle could tell she was just as worried. She could feel the pit of anxiety gnawing away at her stomach, her friend’s life at risk here. Still, they had to be smart about this, Marjan needed them and they would have to wait to feel later.
“Captain,” Michelle bounded over to the others, “What happened?”
Owen turned to look at her, standing up properly from his previously crouched position. Mateo was on the ground, looking like anxiety incarnate, and beside him was Marjan. Laying on the sooty asphalt with her turnout coat nowhere to be found and she looked worse for wear. Instead, her long sleeve was exposed and Michelle could see blood seeping from somewhere and covering the white fabric in a nauseating amount. She was on the ground with them in seconds, leaning over Marjan before Owen had even managed to speak.
“The ceiling,” it was TK who spoke instead, “She went back to get a kid… the building was unstable.”
“Someone decided it was a brilliant idea to take off her coat and cover the kid with it,” Judd interjected, “The smoke was disorienting and we couldn’t get to her in time. The lobby ceiling fell.”
Michelle was nodding but all of her attention was on Marjan, shining her penlight in her eyes and sighing when her pupils reacted properly. The woman in question was watching her weakly, her breathing unsteady but she was still alert enough to know what was going on. There didn’t seem to be any head or facial trauma, which was a relief, but her main worry was her abdomen.
“BP is high and she’s tachy,” Nancy told her as she leaned over with a stethoscope to confirm, speaking gently to Marjan before she did anything. Michelle was glad Nancy was there, her caring nature always helping to soothe their patients.
“Marjan, let me know if this hurts, okay?” She didn’t lift her shirt for the sake of her privacy and instead palpated the injured area over the soaked fabric. The gentle pressure had her crying out almost immediately, arms jerking up to cover her stomach. It was very un-Marjan like in nature, since she was always fearless and hated to seem weak. Michelle apologized gently but her concern was only rising with that reaction.
“Abdominal guarding and tenderness,” she turned to TK, “What fell on her?”
“A chair from the upper hallway along with a large chunk of the ceiling.”
“Damn,” she looked to Nancy again, “Notify the nearest hospital that we have an incoming patient with blunt force abdominal trauma. Looks like a couple broken lower ribs and I’m worried about her spleen.”
“Alright.”
“Request a female trauma surgeon if possible,” she added before looking back down at Marjan, “You with me, Mar?”
Never one to appear weak even on death’s door, Marjan nodded as much as she could, “Mhm.”
“Anything else hurt right now?”
“How a-about eve-everything…” she let out a shaky laugh, which only made her wince as it jostled her ribcage. That only solidified Michelle’s assumption about fractured ribs, which usually caused a rupture of the spleen in cases like this. She hadn’t seen anything pressing during her secondary assessment but she was worried about other internal injuries or shock setting in too fast.
“We’re going to get you on the backboard then, okay?” she motioned for Mateo to stand and grabbed the board from on top of the gurney, passing it over to Paul so he could slide it under her from his side. She crouched by her shoulder, catching her attention again.
“We’re going to roll you onto your side, you know the drill.”
The transfer was painful for everyone, with Marjan unable to hide her agony at being moved in such a way. They hated seeing her like this, knowing they were only causing her more pain, but it was necessary. She cried out as they slid the board under her body, allowing Michelle a second to check for any injuries on her back. Getting her up onto the gurney was less of an event, though her stats had dropped enough in the move for Nancy to get worried.
“Captain Blake,” she said, “BP dropped and O2 stats in the 80’s.”
“Okay, we need to get going, I’ll run oxygen in the bus.”
With that they transferred her across the parking lot, back to the safe area that had been designated for the civilians to gather. Tim was waiting among them, rushing over to ask what had happened. Michelle was preoccupied with talking to Owen, trying to tell him as simply as she could how her prognosis looked.
“She’ll need a CT to confirm but I think there’s a good chance her spleen ruptured,” she told him, “I know you needed to move her from the building but I do hope you all didn’t jostle her too much.”
“We were as careful as possible but I couldn’t risk anyone getting trapped,” he rubbed a hand over his face, “Take care of our girl, Michelle.”
“We’ve got her,” with that she hoisted herself into the back of the ambulance, beside Nancy who was already getting the oxygen mask situated for Marjan. Tim checked from the front to make sure they were ready and then started the rig, lights and sirens on the second they pulled out of the parking lot.
Michelle busied herself with starting an IV in her arm, knowing she would need fluids if they wanted to keep her stats relatively stable. Her oxygenation had improved but her blood pressure was still worrying, not to mention how thready her pulse seemed when Michelle pressed her fingers to her wrist momentarily. That was never a good sign, especially with the way her eyes unfocused and her response to stimuli had decreased.
“Marjan,” she leaned a bit closer to meet her glassy eyes, “You stay awake for me.”
“T-trying…” she murmured, “Hurts.”
“I know,” looking at her crewmate she asked for a dose of morphine that would hopefully help until they got her to the ER. Nancy administered the painkiller as quickly as she could, reminding Marjan that she was doing well and they would get her help.
When the other woman leaned towards the front to ask Tim about their ETA, Marjan reached out weakly. She caught Michelle’s hand, making the EMT look at her with concern.
“I-” she took a shaky breath and tried to blink away the tears that clouded her vision, “I don’t w-wanna… die this way.”
“Hey, don’t say that,” Michelle told her firmly, “We’ve got you. You never let anything stop you before, Marjan, you can get through this.”
“M… Michelle?”
“I’m right here, Mar.”
“I-” her sentence never finished as the firefighter’s eyes rolled back slowly, unable to properly hear Michelle’s words of panic as she noticed what was happening. Marjan tried to stay alert, she really did, but the pain was too much. She felt like she was suffocating, the heavy weight in her abdomen slowly radiating up her body. She could feel hands on her, knew Michelle was with her, but she couldn’t focus. The only thing she was aware of was the aggressive beeping of the monitor that preceded her descent into unconsciousness.
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Chopped: Holiday Trope Exchange 2020 Masterlist!
A huge thanks to every person who signed up for our fic exchange, we got 21 really wonderful fics! We’re sorry it took us so long to get this out to you all! For anyone who isn’t sure what this was all about, this was a double blind gift exchange where each of our twenty-one (21!!!) writers were assigned four tropes from an anonymous recipient, and were tasked with writing a fic that fit our holiday theme, and included all the tropes. The only guidance from their recipient were a couple of brief notes they included during the sign up, and both the writer and recipient were revealed when we shared all the fics! A big thanks to the Tropesters who stepped up to write a second fic when we needed them! These fics, as with all our TROPED fics, were creative and unique, and found ways to utilise tropes that may seem so simple but were transformed in really spectacular ways! Please enjoy these wonderful holiday fics!
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roots in my dreamland (my house of stone, your ivy grows) (Rated M) [Bellarke]
Written by @captaindaddykru for @thelittlefanpire. The four assigned tropes were 1) Doppelgängers, 2) one character is a dancer, 3) first snow, and 4) kissing to keep a cover/a secret.
Summary: Clarke really wants it to work out with Bellamy, but as an A-list Hollywood actress there’s a lot of contractual obligations she can hide behind instead of confronting her own insecurities and past mistakes. Luckily, this Christmas she’s lucked out, and her stand-in Josie is more than willing to (completely selflessly of course) take her place.
Now comes the hard part.
brighter than moonbeams (Rated T) [Memori]
Written by @the-most-beautiful-broom for @thedefinitionofendgame. The four assigned tropes were 1) The characters play a game,2) Secret Santa, 3) Exes to Lovers, and 4) Surprise kiss.
Summary: Murphy and Emori fall in love fast, and then talk themselves out of it. Years later, their paths will cross again, and they realize that their might be parts of their story that are yet to be written.
What a way to start the year (Rated T) [Bellarke]
Written by @bellarkeshoe for @bellamysgriffin. The four assigned tropes were 1) Law enforcement partners, 2) Character gets BADLY injured and they hide it somehow only to reveal later that they are mortally wounded, 3) Characters hugging after they’ve been through hell, and 4) Kissing in the snow.
Summary: It’s New Years Eve, and Bellamy and Clarke got stuck working.
It’s Alright, It’s Okay (Rated M) [Clurphy]
Written by @sailawaymayday for @wwjacksparrowd. The four assigned tropes were 1) Found Family, 2) Groundhog Day/timeloop, 3) Character gets shot/stabbed/BADLY injured and hides the wound somehow, only to accidentally (someone else touches them and their bleeding, they collapse, etc.) reveal later that they are mortally wounded, and 4) Hurt/Comfort.
Summary: Clarke makes it onto the Ring with the rest of Spacekru. What happens when New Years Eve keeps repeating itself? And what does Murphy have to do with it?
Dancing in Graveyards: An Arkadia Anthology (Rated T) [Gen Fic]
Written by @justbecauseyoubelievesomething for @kinetic-elaboration. The four assigned tropes were 1) Small town gothic, 2) Christmas Lights, 3) First snow, and 4) Sneaking someone in/out of your window.
Summary: Three small town gothic stories intertwine as old friends reunite and try to make the best out of their lives. Raven returns home after her foster father’s death and is pulled like a magnet to her enigmatic highschool sweetheart. Jasper seeks solace from a tragedy and desperately attempts to outrun the ghosts of the past. Bellamy battles his inner demons and prays not to tear himself and his loved ones apart in the process. And all of them come to realize that they belong together, even if the place they call home is shadowed by sorrow.
do or die, you’ll never make me (because the world will never take my heart) (Rated T) [Bellarke]
Written by @shen-gong-oops for @probably-voldemort. The four assigned tropes were 1) Fake dating, 2) Amnesia AU, 3) Enemies to Friends to Lovers, and 4) Superhero AU.
Summary: As the youngest member of the Guard and the daughter of the Guard former leader, there are high expectations set for Clarke. The Marketing and PR teams at Ark expecting her to be prim and proper during any conferences, while simultaneously performing their well-rehearsed fight choreography to a T.
But when four unknown supes challenge the juggernaut that is Ark Industries, Clarke wonders if herodom isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Merry Christmas, Lovebirds (Rated G) [Murven]
Written by @kinetic-elaboration for @shen-gong-oops. The four assigned tropes were 1) One character cautiously says “i’m going to kiss you now, okay?” or some variation of that, 2) Mutual pining, 3) A misunderstanding, and 4) Tattoos.
Summary: There’s never snow for Christmas on the beach, Murphy is a culinary genius, Raven has a boyfriend, and other presumed facts, too obvious to mention.
Once Upon Our Story (Rated G) [Bellarke]
Written by @andthelightbulbclicks for @bellamythology. The four assigned tropes were 1) break-up/make-up, 2) Did they or didn’t they, 3) Extremely biased flashbacks of the same event, and 4) Bookstore or library AU.
Summary: Bellamy returns with as much fanfare as one can imagine when driving a school bus decorated as Santa Claus through town, leaving Clarke shocked and all of their friends confused given he hasn’t been home in months.
(Or: Six months ago, Bellamy left Arkadia.
Six months ago, Clarke didn’t.
Six months ago, their friends knew the relationship ended, even came up with their own versions of what really happened. But the question that they all want to know for certain– is why?)
Dream A Little Dream of Me (Rated T) [Clurphy]
Written by @queenemori for @vmreed. The four assigned tropes were 1) One character has a child, 2) Protectiveness, 3) Only one bed, and 4) Soulmates.
Summary: It was just Murphy’s luck that right as he was starting to enjoy Earth, he had to leave. But he’d rather that than succumb to a fiery death wave. He and the other residents of the Ring remembered Clarke every year during their New Year’s Eve celebration. But even when they weren’t celebrating Clarke, Murphy couldn’t seem to get her off his mind. He wished his brain would stop playing tricks on him by making him think she was alive. Clarke was dead. Wasn’t she?
i don’t wanna burn out, so wont you please set me on fire again? (Rated M) [Murven]
Written by @kuklash for @sparklyfairymira. The four assigned tropes were 1) Protectiveness, 2) Exes and Lovers, 3) Small Town AU, and 4) Characters fall on each other and have a moment.
Summary: The wind nipped at Murphy’s nose as he stood in the doorway of the gas station on the edge of town. Work was slow, as it always was after sundown, especially in the mid-December cold, but someone had to make sure the good townsfolk of Arkadia could get their milk and gas after the small general store closed. All 800 of them. He watched the cars drive by throughout the day, recognizing each and everyone of them. Bellamy’s beat up truck he worked all highschool to afford, Clarke’s clean new sedan, even that jerk Finn’s loud ass motorcycle. He watched them all pass one by one, his old classmates returning home after another semester of college at the University of Polis. The only sign that time was passing at all.
The phone inside rang, breaking him out of his melancholy, at least for now.
“Great,” he thought, sarcastically. “A phone call 10 minutes before we close.”
He walked back inside and put on the most cheerful customer service voice he could muster.
“Dropship Gas, this is Murphy. How can I he-”
A familiar female voice cut him off, leaving him cold.
“Murphy? Thank god!”
It was his ex.
Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you (Rated M) [Bellarke]
Written by @sparklyfairymira for @captaindaddykru. The four assigned tropes were 1) Celebrity AU, 2) Meet Ugly, 3) Characters must share something, and 4) Characters aren’t together but are mistaken to be.
Summary: Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin are household names thanks to their music. They belong to the same label so they often work together on duets—even though they can’t stand one another. Their first meeting is disastrous and six years later they still can’t get along.
toward brighter days (Rated T) [Sea Mechanic]
Written by @reggieshamster for @/ashplana. The four assigned tropes were 1) Apocalyptic Log, 2) bed sharing, 3) road trip au, and 4) mythical creatures.
Summary: Dear Harper,
I am ridiculously out of it this morning. Last night, when we reached the campsite, Luna suggested we give Echo her own bedroll, since she gave hers up the night before.
Which meant Luna was sleeping with me.
Beside me.
Excerpts from Raven’s journal as she travels to Polis for the Winter Solstice Festival
three words, two hearts, one maybe (Rated G) [Bellarke]
Written by @bellamysgriffin for @bellarkeshoe. The four assigned tropes were 1) Youtuber AU, 2) best friend’s sibling, 3) frikdreina, and 4) miscommunication.
Summary: After an accident blinds Clarke, Octavia’s been encouraging her best friend to keep up with her artwork. In order to inspire her, she recruits the help of her older brother, Bellamy, who’s recently launched a new exhibition at his museum, to feature her work. Bellamy likes Clarke’s work, and he’s more than happy to help. But when she doesn’t show on the big day, he takes matters into his own hands. With an old video camera, he records people’s reactions to Clarke’s artwork so that she’ll know just how talented she is. But when he sends it to his sister, he doesn’t expect her to upload it to YouTube. And he definitely doesn’t expect to go viral.
Something Beautiful, Simple, and Bright (Rated T) [Clurphy]
Written by @wwjacksparrowd for @queenemori. The four assigned tropes were 1) Friends with Benefits AU, 2) Prank war, 3) characters are not together but are mistaken for a couple, and 4) Based on a Song.
Summary: Six months after Wonkru and Eligius manage to establish peace and divide Eden between themselves (with a little slice shaved off for Spacekru, of course), Clarke has a mission: plan a New Year’s Eve party for fifteen hundred people within three weeks.
Murphy’s mission? Stop her from burning out in the process. Oh, and if he could just get Monty to quit it with the freaking noisemakers, that would be great, too.
(…Okay, yeah, he’d also like to date Clarke for real instead of just sleeping with her. But that’s a pipe dream, right?)
put your faith in the devil and the deep blue sea (Rated M) [Clurphy]
Written by @probably-voldemort for @kuklash. The four assigned tropes were 1) Time Loop AU, 2) Characters fall on top of one another and have a “moment”, 3) Enemies to Lovers, and 4) Superhero AU.
Summary: Twenty years ago, when the clocks changed from 11:59pm on December 31st, 1999, to 12:00am on January 1st, 2000, the world ended, exactly as the doomsdayers had predicted. Now, there are only a few livable months left on Earth, and the privileged are evacuating for a life in space, abandoning the planet.
But not everyone has given up.
Clarke was only three when the world ended, and she’s spent most of her life in her mother’s lab. Now, as the last space ships are preparing to leave, her mother’s machine is finally ready, and Clarke and her mother are heading back in time to try to stop the apocalypse from happening in the first place.
An attack on the lab leads to Clarke heading back to 1995 on her own, and the past isn’t quite how Clarke’s vague memories from the beginning of her life paint it. Clarke soon discovers that not only did the machine do more than just send her back in time, but she wasn’t, in fact, sent back alone.
Will she be able to stop the apocalypse before the clock strikes midnight? Or are some parts of history unchangeable?
All I Want For Christmas (Rated T) [Memori]
Written by @thedefinitionofendgame for @the-most-beautiful-broom. The four assigned tropes were 1) Fake dating, 2) Joke kiss turned real kiss, 3) One character is sleeping and the other character is watching them totally in love, and 4) Blanket fort.
Summary: Tired of being single, Murphy decides to take matters into his own hands and get himself a girlfriend before the annual Christmas Day dinner with his friends. Having had bad luck in the past with girls - all twenty four of them - Murphy is determined to make the twenty-fifth, the “Christmas Day” number, his forever.
Of course, this is easier said than done. When his fellow coworker, Emori, seems to be having similar problems and suggests them being each other’s “fake dates” to their Christmas parties in December, Murphy jumps at the chance. Fake dating is better than being totally alone, right? It appears that way, at least until Murphy starts to catch feelings; the ones that make you question everything you think you know. As their “fake feelings” start to become more real, Murphy realizes that Emori’s the one he wants for Christmas. But she’s got walls up and even though his heart doesn’t stand a chance, Murphy’s determined to break them down and show her what falling in love really means, maybe with the help of a little December magic thrown in.
As long as we’re together, no I can’t get much higher (Rated T) [Murven]
Written by @dylanobrienisbatman for @andthelightbulbclicks. The four assigned tropes were 1) Zookeeper AU, 2) Treasure Hunt, 3) secret places, and 4) Secret Santa.
Summary: Murphy has only known Raven for a little while, but the longer he spends getting to know her, the more he realises that there’s no hope of him not falling in love with her.
So when he gets her for Secret Santa, he makes it his mission to nail it.
before i knew you (Rated G) [Clexa]
Written by @dylanobrienisbatman for @sailawaymayday. The four assigned tropes were: (1) Pen Pals, (2) 3+1, 4+1, 5+1, etc., (3) surprise kiss, and (4) character meets another characters ex.
Summary: What do you do when your penpal, the person you know the best in the world, who you love, turns out to be the rather rude (if also rather pretty) sales girl from downstairs? Lexa is about to find out. or - 3 times lexa and clarke meet without knowing they’ve been penpals since childhood, and the 1 time Lexa figures it out.
when life gives you shit, you make kool-aid (Rated M) [Becho]
Written by @reggieshamster for @dylanobrienisbatman. The four assigned tropes were: (1) Bodyguard AU, (2) Bed Sharing, (3) Kissing to Keep Cover/a Secret, and (4) a Character gets shot/stabbed/badly injured and they collapse, being caught by their loved one.
Summary: Bellamy used to have it all, and then one screw-up cost him his career and his fancy life. Now, working as a bodyguard for alcoholic businessmen and their families, he gets a call from his sister for a job… escorting a hitwoman to testify against a man convicted of crimes against humanity. What could possibly go wrong?
and left the secret at the grave (Rated T) [Clurphy]
Written by @probably-voldemort for @justbecauseyoubelievesomething. The four assigned tropes were: (1) Murder Mystery, (2) Partners in Crime, (3) Exes to Lovers, and (4) Snowed In.
Summary: At 8:57 on the morning of December 23rd, eight year old Jordan Green discovered the body of Skybox Inn owner Vera Kane on the floor of the lobby. His screams woke up the other guests of the inn, as well as the live-in butler.
The discovery of the body was followed shortly by two more discoveries. The first was that the storm the night before had knocked out the phones and the internet, and the second was that the inn was completely snowed in with no hopes of escape anytime soon.
Thirteen people trapped in an inn.
Uncountable secrets.
One murderer.
One question.
Who killed Vera Kane?
what a tangled string of Christmas lights we weave (Rated T) [Linctavia]
Written by @thelittlefanpire for @reggieshamster. The four assigned tropes were: (1) Royalty AU, (2) Cyrano AU, (3) Characters fall and end up landing on top of each other and have a “moment”, and (4) Hair brushing and/or braiding.
Summary: When the royal family loses their beloved Prince Wells, the future king of Arkadia, all eyes are on them. The Queen remains as stoic as ever, the Spare grapples with his new responsibilities, the Princess drowns in her grief, and the King is threatening to abolish the monarchy forever.
At Christmastime, as tensions in the palace rise with the vicious tabloids outside, the royal family makes an escape to a castle in the mountains, hoping to find solace and reconcile with their loss.
Princess Octavia will try to mend her broken heart back together as she becomes entranced with the letters sent back and forth between herself and another. But when it’s revealed who the true penman is, will she rise above her sorrow or sink further into it?
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Miscellaneous OC Masterlist
*note: several of these ideas may get scrapped, but I’m not ready to make that commitment yet!
Name: Aeryn Of Blaviken
Story: Hell Bound
Fandom: The Witcher
Face claim: Emilia Clarke
Love Interest: Jaskier
Summary: After Renfri’s death, Aeryn of Blaviken was the last survivor of the The Curse of the Black Sun. And despite everything that had happened, Geralt couldn’t leave her for Stregobor to slaughter, so he brought the young child along with him. He raised her as his own, and trained her in the ways of the Witchers. For many years, it had only been the two of them, until the day they meet a bard by the name of Jaskier.
Name: Alaska “Seven” Ryder
Story: Court Disaster
Fandom: Six Underground
Face claim: Chloe Bennet
Name: Amelia Bolton
Story: Never Grow Up
Fandom: High School Musical
Face Claim: Dianna Agron
Summary: No one outside of her family knew why Amelia Bolton was in the hospital. Actually, most people didn’t even know that she was in a hospital, just that she wasn’t at East High. But, after spending Christmas at a ski lodge, Lia is returning to school with a brand new attitude. The status quo is a hell of a lot more dangerous than anyone seems to realize, and it’s time for East High to get rid of it, even if Lia has to destroy it with her bare hands.
Name: Beatrice Devereaux
Story: 365 Days
Fandom: Princess Diaries
Face claim: Melissa Benoist
Summary: Beatrice Deveraux had always had a lot in common with her big brother, including a taste in girls. Unfortunately, this time, the girl in question is none other than the Princess Amelia Thermopolis herself. First, she wants nothing to do with any Deveraux, which, given their uncle, fine. But then she gets engaged and continues to flirt with her brother? So not fair. Now she’s refusing to get married, and somehow in all of this obsessing over the princess, Beatrice completely forgot that she was supposed to be wed by the time she turns 21. Who better to understand her plight than the princess-turned-queen?
Name: Princess Bronwynn
Story: Epic
Fandom: The Witcher
Face claim: Sophie Turner
Summary: Bronwynn didn’t want to get married; she’d been saying so for years, not that anyone listened. But after her uncle seized the throne that was rightfully hers, and chose a husband who was as vile as he was loyal to the usurper, she didn’t think she had a choice. Not until a Witcher and his bard made their way through her kingdom, showing Bronwynn a new hope, a new future.
Name: Caelia Alvin
Story: Angel On Fire
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Face claim: Emeraude Toubia
Name: Corrine Denton
Story: Bravado
Fandom: Dare Me
Face claim: Sydney Sweeney
Summary: Cori Denton knew that she would never be a part of Beth-And-Addy. She was number three. Not the Captain or the Lieutenant; always the third wheel. She had accepted that she would always be on the outskirts, that she would never breach that infamous inner circle. But when the new Coach arrives to shake up the entire foundation upon which the Squad, and Cori’s life, is built, the rules that she’s always taken as law start to crumble.
And when Sarge Will turns up dead, it’s all Cori can do to make sure that she doesn’t go down with a rapidly sinking ship.
Name: Elara Asriel
Story: The Girl Who Died
Fandom: His Dark Materials
Face claim: Malina Weissman
Name: Elliot Stinson
Story: Untitled
Fandom: How I Met Your Mother
Face claim: Blake Lively
Name: Evalina Creed
Story: Yo Ho
Fandom: Pirates Of The Caribbean
Face claim: Clara Paget
Name: Emily “Em” Possible
Story: Impossible
Fandom: Kim Possible
Face claim: Sadie Sink
Summary: Life can be pretty tough when your sister is Kim Possible. Especially when most people hear your name, Em Possible, and hear “Impossible”. Don’t misunderstand–Em loves her sister more than anything, but it’s a lot to live up to. She’s not special, she’s not cool, she’s not much of anything, other than Kim Possible’s Sister. But that doesn’t mean that she’s nothing–really, it doesn’t–and she’s sure that if someone took the time to look, they’d find something in her too.
Name: Eve Holliday
Story: A Christmas Eve
Fandom: The Santa Claus
Face claim: Emilia Clarke
Name: Gigi Ross
Story: The Perks Of Being Invisible
Fandom: The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
Face claim: Kaya Scodelario
Name: Harriet “Junior” Bond
Story: Die Again
Fandom: James Bond
Face claim: Sophie Cookson
Name: Hecate Crow
Story: Melodrama
Fandom: American Horror Story
Face claim: Kaya Scodelario
Name: Holly Peralta
Story: The Weight of Family
Fandom: Brooklyn 99
Face claim: Selena Gomez
Summary: Holly Peralta loved twin brother, her parents, and her godparents, and the entire Nine Nine family. Really, she did. They were all the reason that she had decided to become a cop herself. Hell, she’d just gotten transferred to the Nine Nine herself, where her godmother, Rosa, was now captain. But it was still hard to live in the shadows of two police legend; especially when she learns that her latest lead is Michael Augustine, a prolific thief with a grudge against the couple who’d locked him away over twenty years ago. It looks like Holly will have to dig into her family’s past to solve the case.
Name: Isabel Ozera
Story: Untitled
Fandom: Vampire Academy
Face claim: Danielle Rose Russell
Love Interest: Rose Hathaway
Name: Isadora Turner
Story: The Beast Below
Fandom: Pirates Of The Caribbean
Face claim: Lily James
Name: Joni Evans
Story: Untitled
Fandom: High School Musical
Face claim: Meg Donnelly
Love Interest: Troy Bolton
Name: Kinsley Bradford
Story: Falling
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Face claim: Madelaine Petsch
Name: Mya Fisher
Story: Burning Out
Fandom: MTV’s Scream
Face claim: Madelaine Petsch
Name: Raven Acosta
Story: Angel With A Shotgun
Fandom: Charlie’s Angels (2020)
Face claim: Emeraude Toubia
Name: Theodosia Swann
Story: Deluge
Fandom: Pirates Of The Caribbean
Face claim: Bella Heathcote
Name: Valentina Edwards
Story: Untitled
Fandom: Princess Diaries
Face claim: Maddison Brown
Love Interest: Nicholas Devereaux
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Wᴇ Cᴏᴍᴇ Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ - Tʜᴇ 100 Bᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ x OC - Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 40: Lᴇᴀᴘ Oғ Fᴀɪᴛʜ
Masterlist
Rating: Mature
Summary: During her time in the Skybox, Indigo formed a precious friendship with fellow outcast Octavia Blake, the girl under the floor. At first they thought their departure from the oppression of the Ark was a blessing, but quickly came to rely on Indigo's keen survival instincts. The 100 struggle to meet the challenges of Earth whilst Bellamy strives to lead the wavering teenagers and his irresponsible attitude fuels constant conflict with Indigo. Their only shared interest is in protecting Octavia and Indigo beings to suspect that there is a deeper cause to Bellamy's seemingly irrational choices. As the consequences of his actions mount up around him, he finally begins to confide in her and she discovers more than she ever bargained for.
Fandom: CW’s The 100
Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake
LONG TERM ONGOING PROJECT :)
My writing is entirely fuelled by coffee! If you enjoy my work, feel free to donate toward my caffeine dependency: will work for coffee
Warnings: Mature content. Non-consent, language, sex, self harm, suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use.
Chapter Forty
I slowly became aware of the bed beneath me and sat bolt upright in fear, expecting to be back in the clean white room in Mount Weather. Instead, when my eyes opened it was to the strikingly familiar interior of the Ark. There were rows of firm, uncomfortable beds and I recognised the artificially lit, entirely metal space as the ship that we’d once lived in. A large volume of metal units filled the room that were littered with medical supplies and I quickly calculated that this was the medical unit. I glanced over to my side to find Bellamy’s exhausted face and his features contorted into a relieved expression as he fretted over me.
“You’re awake!” He breathed in disbelief and I gazed back at him thankfully. “Let me get some help.” He added worriedly as if snapping from a trance and moved to get to his feet. I reached out to grasp his hand and he jolted as he turned back to face me.
“Wait, don't go.” I asked and I felt sheepish as his eyes met mine. I still couldn’t quite believe that he was here in front of me. When I first woke up, I fully expected our last encounter to have been a pleasant yet heartbreaking dream. I didn’t want to take my eyes off him for a moment and was afraid that if I did, he would disappear. “Please, don’t leave me.” I whispered and I felt incredibly vulnerable as I bared my feelings to him. He sank reluctantly back into his seat with a sympathetic look and I gripped his hand for comfort. “I can’t believe you’re still here, I never thought I’d see you again.” I breathed as I tugged his hand to guide him closer to me and I felt comforted when he leaned into my space.
“I just...I can’t stop looking at you. I don’t have to rely on memory.” I thought aloud as I examined him. He was clean now but his hair was still scruffy, just in his usual, carefully styled way. The bruising around his warm, hypnotising brown eyes had started to fade since I saw him last, but I could still see the slight hint of purple in the corners. He regarded me with an interest that mirrored mine and I smiled at the sight of it. “I didn’t know that I could miss another person like this.” I admitted under my breath as I relished everything about him, every sense that was focused on him. I felt a stray tear escape only to slide down my cheek and he leaned in to wipe it away with a gentle touch as he viewed me with tenderness.
“I’m not going anywhere Indigo, not this time.” He asserted as he cupped my face in his hand and I leaned into his touch as I allowed my eyes to flicker closed. I was soothed by his warmth and tried to settle my doubts. My eyes were forced open by a slight pang of pain from the side where I’d been shot. The realisation dawned on me with disappointment that the injury had been real too and I sat forward to look down at myself. I pushed back the blanket to find that I was only wearing a small black vest and my boxer style underwear, with a dressing on the left side of my waist. I peeked back at Bellamy who was watching me with raised brows and I quickly covered myself again with the blanket. I definitely hadn’t intended to expose myself to him but he didn’t seem to mind at all.
“We had to undress you so that Abby could operate.” He explained with an amused smile. “Unfortunately we couldn’t save your pretty dress, but Abby managed to patch you up nicely.” He added with a mischievous wink and I was annoyed to find my cheeks flush slightly.
“Of course you’d find that dress pretty.” I groaned in an attempt to clear my embarrassment, but internally I enjoyed having the chance to find out what he thought of it. I’d considered it when I first chose the feminine item and it was strange to now be sitting here, having this conversation with him.
“On you, yes.” His eyes sparkled with attraction as he spoke and I blushed harder at the unexpected compliment. “It’s unusual to see you in actual girl’s clothes.” He teased and I slapped him gently on the arm in response, earning a chuckle from him. I examined him and realised that he was no longer wearing the uniform that I’d seen him in last. He was dressed in a familiar black t-shirt and combat trousers, and I smiled at the sentimentality of it.
“You changed outfits too?” I asked as I observed him. “You didn’t fancy the stiff Mount Weather clothes either, huh?” I teased as he glimpsed down at himself and then back at me with a warm smile.
“Yeah, not a fan.” He chuckled as he shuffled comfortably in his seat. “Although I didn’t have much of a choice after you bled all over me.” He added with a playful look and I grimaced in response.
“Wow, I really need to stop doing that.” I commented awkwardly and he laughed openly in response. I caught sight of the unnervingly familiar surroundings and realised that it felt entirely strange to be back inside the space station we’d grown up in, especially with a man who hadn’t known who I was when we left it. “It’s just like being on the Ark in here.” I said thoughtfully as I scanned my way back to him. “How are you managing it?” I enquired as I viewed him with concern. I remembered how nervous he was at the idea of people from the station coming to Earth and I couldn’t imagine that it was easy for him to be faced with the actual structure itself.
“It’s not so bad.” He shrugged and I raised my brows at him in surprise. “I’ve got proper quarters, solid roof over my head.” He explained and I smiled at his description. I was glad to see that he was finding the positives in the situation and I became aware of how much he had grown since we’d been apart. Although I had completely fallen apart without him, I was interested to find out what happened to cause him to have the strangely controlled attitude that I didn’t recognise.
“Oh wow, that really sounds great.” I breathed as I fixed him with a teasing expression. He inspected me with an excited interest as he waited for the taunt that he knew was coming and I enjoyed seeing how well he’d come to know me. “But can it really compare to the luxury of your tent in camp? An old parachute over a log structure, pile of fabrics on the ground for a bed, cold breeze blowing through all the time, constant interruptions?” I reeled off expecting a chuckle, but instead he studied me with an expression that I didn’t recognise on him.
“Well, when you put it that way, it’s hard to choose.” He started as he moved from his seat to perch on the edge of the bed beside me. “But there’s one thing this camp has over the tent…” He trailed off as he brought his hand to rest by my face, his thumb caressing my jaw as his gaze fell on my lips with a fascinated expression. “I never kissed you in the tent.” He spoke regretfully before he leaned in to press his lips against mine with tenderness, despite the deep feeling of longing that I could sense in his touch.
I was lost to the same feeling of bliss as the first time he kissed me, even though this was much gentler than before. His scruffy hair tickled my cheek and his nose bumped mine as he turned his face to take my lips fully. I breathed a soft moan against him and I felt his smile on my lips. My chest leaned forward to meet his and his hand slid from my jaw into my hair smoothly. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt my head spinning and I could only concentrate on how soft his lips felt against mine as he invaded all of my senses. I was amazed by his ability to take my breath away and I could feel the familiar flutter in my chest that only he could give me. Someone sharply cleared their throat and we broke apart reluctantly. I glanced over to discover Octavia watching us from the door with an amused look and her brow raised in interest.
“Well, you two didn’t waste any time.” She crooned as she surveyed us and although I was sure that I would have been embarrassed to be caught in the act at any other time, I was too glad for the sight of her to feel anything but relief.
“Octavia!” I gasped as tears filled my eyes and she smiled fondly as she stepped toward me. Bellamy quickly stood and wandered quietly from the room. I felt an immediate pang at his absence but I kept my focus on Octavia as she neared and sat on the bed. “You’re a hell of a sight for sore eyes.” I breathed as I poured over her and she smiled at me with watery eyes. Her hair was braided in several small plaits away from her face and I could still see some residue of what seemed to be war paint around her eyes. Even though Bellamy had warned me that she was involved with the grounders now, it was still jarring to see her looking so different. I forced the sadness from my mind and met her tear filled green eyes with a feeling of sentimentality. “God I missed you so much.” I whispered as I regarded her.
“Not as much as you missed my brother by the looks of it.” She teased as she smiled at me coyly even through her emotion and I chuckled under my breath. It was refreshing to find that her suggestive humour was still intact and I was reassured to hear it again.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want kisses too?” I insinuated as I leaned forward to grab her face in my hands and used her shock to plaster her skin in playful butterfly kisses. She snorted in laughter and tried to bat me off until I was giggling too hard to continue. The strain of the laughter caused me to wince in pain and the sound pulled us back into the reality of our situation. I sat back to wipe my eyes of tears that were a combination of relief and joy and took in the welcome sight of her smile. I felt a wave of sadness as I remembered the pain of the earth shattering moment that the dropship launched and my lip trembled as I tried to stop the feelings from overflowing. “I thought I’d lost you.” I muttered and she took my hand in hers with a gentle squeeze. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” I added as I absorbed the sight of her and she smiled fondly.
“You too. It’s good to have you back.” She stated before she pulled me into a tight embrace. She held me to her for several minutes and I enjoyed basking in her presence. It felt like it had been years since it was just the two of us against the world and things were finally back to how they were supposed to be. I heard rushed footsteps and saw Bellamy re-enter the space with an older brunette woman immediately behind him. She hurried in to look at me and Octavia sat back to glance over her shoulder at her. “I’ll let Doc check you over. Get some rest.” She answered with a final affectionate squeeze on my shoulders before wandering from the room. Bellamy remained in place at the door with his arms crossed as he watched the woman approach me with a worried look.
“Well, it’s nice to formally meet you at last. My name is Abby Griffin, I’m Clarke’s mother.” She smiled as she reached me and I gulped awkwardly. I tried not to concentrate on my ill treatment of Clarke as she busied herself with checking me over. She worked thoroughly, checking my blood pressure, temperature and all of the other necessary tests before checking my wound. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you from the other kids of your camp. It sounds like you’ve played a large part in keeping them alive all of this time. I’d say they’ve been lucky to have you.” She spoke thoughtfully as she worked and I scoffed. I glanced over to Bellamy who smiled with amusement dancing in his eyes at her words. I returned my attention to her and shuffled awkwardly as I saw her notice the way that we spied at each other. I found myself wondering exactly how much she knew and tried not to focus too hard on the thought. “Your vitals are looking good and the wound seems to be healing nicely. A couple more days and you should be ready to join the rest of camp.” She summarised as she smiled at me and I felt my heart drop in disappointment.
“Come on Doc. I’ve spent way too long locked up, attached to wires and being treated like a specimen in that mountain.” I appealed to her and she sighed at me. “I can’t sit in this room for days, I’ll go mad.” I justified and she scanned me in frustration.
“Indigo, you were shot.” She began as she scolded me like a misbehaving child and I huffed in annoyance at her tone. “You’re not even ready to walk yet. You need to rest.” She instructed and I quickly realised that I had not missed the restrictions of the adults of the Ark. I no longer felt my own age after everything I’d been through on Earth and I certainly didn’t appreciate being parented.
“I’ve survived worse than a gunshot, I’ll manage.” I drawled as I accidentally allowed my bitterness to show. I recalled that she was part of the council that had made the decision to send us down here and I couldn’t contain the cold look that escaped to my face. She grimaced before recovering to an understanding smile.
“I appreciate your strength, but this isn’t something you can just tough out.” She spoke in a gentler tone now as she viewed me with sympathy and I got the impression that I wasn’t the first of the 100 to remind her how much we’d grown in our time here. “If you start walking too soon you’ll rip your stitches. You were lucky to survive this already, don’t push your luck.” She advised as she pondered me with concern. I turned subtly to Bellamy with a pleading expression and he cleared his throat as he entered the space.
“Surely she could rest somewhere else?” He suggested and she squinted over at him with a pointed expression that revealed she wasn’t impressed with him for getting involved.
“Bellamy, she can’t walk!” She repeated with an impatient tone as she raised a brow at him and he shifted under her scrutiny. He returned his gaze to me with a mischievous look and I was glad to find that he hadn’t given up on me yet.
“She doesn’t have to walk.” He argued and she perceived him with confusion. “I’ll carry her.” He suggested and I smiled at his devious idea. I couldn’t help a feeling of girlish delight at the idea of him carrying me out of here to my freedom and I annoyed myself with my simple desires. Abby glimpsed between the two of us with tired eyes.
“I don’t think either of you are fully understanding how serious this is.” She sighed as she caught us staring at each other with blatant attraction and I could tell that she was tired of our young group causing issues with their hormones. “She almost died, I was barely able to save her and you’re acting as if you’re simply trying to get out of being grounded.” She lectured and I saw a slight subtle smile in the corner of Bellamy’s lips as he crept his way toward me.
“I hear you Abby, I know it’s serious. And I promise I’ll be careful with her.” He spoke coyly and he started to wrap me in the blanket before sliding his hands beneath me. He paused once in position to meet my eyes with concern. “Tell me straight away if anything hurts.” He stated firmly and I nodded in acceptance. He gently lifted me into his arms, moving in slow, careful motions until he completely straightened up to standing and held me in a bridal style.
“Bellamy stop!” Abby shouted as she moved to block our exit and observed me in worry.
“I’m fine Doc, no pain at all. It’s a perfectly safe transfer.” I smiled and she neared to check my dressing for any sign of damage. I waited nervously for her to order me back to bed and I decided that I needed to take a more emotional approach if I was going to win her over. “Please Abby, I can’t stay cooped up in wards any longer.” I pleaded with a pained look and her stern expression finally crumbled.
“Where are you going to take her?” She asked as she glared up at Bellamy in a sceptical manner. “The dorms aren’t exactly restful.” She sighed as she rubbed her forehead in frustration. I noticed a mischievous look crossed Bellamy’s face and I knew that whatever he was about to do or say would be a gamble.
“She can stay in my room, I’ll make sure she’s not disturbed.” He suggested in his best attempt at an innocent voice and I could hardly believe that he’d been brave enough to suggest this to her face. He beheld her with a hopeful expression and I had to hold my breath through the tension of the silence. Abby sighed and threw her hands up in exasperation.
“Fine! Please be careful how you move her.” She ordered and we both nodded obediently. I felt my heart skip a beat at the thought of getting some time alone with him and she clocked us both with an expression that showed that she anticipated the worst from us. “And both of you, make sure she rests! I mean it, I don’t want to see her back here in a couple of hours needing new stitches because you two couldn’t behave yourselves.” She added as she raised a brow at us and I felt my cheeks redden slightly at her implication.
“Absolutely, doctors orders.” Bellamy agreed before he looked down at me with evident excitement in his smile. “Come on Trouble. Let’s get you out of here.” He quipped as he swung me to face the doors and I could hear Abby calling out in annoyance at his rapid movement as I cackled wildly.
He carried me carefully through the camp, ensuring that I was properly covered by the blanket and I was surprised by how cold it was outside. He stuck to the outer edges of the camp to avoid being seen by too many residents and I felt a strange sense of nostalgia as we entered the familiar halls of the Ark. It was bizarre to be inside the structure when I knew that we were on Earth and it felt as if two contradictory parts of my life collided as I noticed daylight streaming in through the windows that had previously only ever showed space. We entered a large, well furnished room and he carried me over to the bed to place me down with cautious movements. I knew that he had been instructed to be careful with me, but I resented being treated as if I was so delicate and fidgeted to make myself comfortable. I pondered the wide space and was pleasantly surprised by the room that he had been assigned.
“You know, you were right. This isn’t bad at all, especially the whole having an actual bed part. I have to admit though, I still kind of prefer the charm of the tent.” I teased as I met his eyes and he explored me fondly.
“Well, it has at least one more advantage on the tent.” He said coyly as he stood by the bed and I raised a brow at him with interest.
“Oh yeah?” I asked as I felt a nervous sense of anticipation after his earlier choice of comparison between the two locations; I wondered if he would use this as a segway into kissing me again and I had to admit that I wouldn’t mind. He crossed the room and closed the door, turning to face me with a suggestive look as he slowly slid the lock across. I felt my heart start to race as he scanned me and I tried to deny the excitement that grew in my chest. “No more rude interruptions? However will you cope?” I spoke with a playful tone as he sauntered back over to the bed and perched on the edge to face me with concern.
“So, it’s just us, you don’t need to put on a brave face now.” He spoke in a serious tone and I was confused by the sudden change in his demeanour. “How are you really?” He investigated as he studied me closely and I could tell that he was trying to analyse my reaction. I had no doubt that he knew me well enough to see through any false answers but I was so distracted by the thrill of being alone with him that I was able to be honest.
“I’m fine Bellamy.” I answered with a confident smile and he looked sceptical. “You don’t need to fuss over me. I feel better right now than I have in a long time.” I added as I brought my focus back to him with a feeling of contentment. His eyes flitted down to my stomach, then back at me with a doubtful expression.
“Can I check?” He requested and I peeked at him in surprise. “I want to make sure I didn’t do any damage getting you here, you don’t seem to be the best at noticing your injuries.” He spoke with a poignant look at me and I had nothing I could say to argue with his logic. I nodded at him and he took a deep breath as he moved closer to me.
He gently lifted the blanket off me to reveal my loosely dressed form. I felt my cheeks growing warm as his eyes briefly scanned over me and I tried to contain the tension that built inside of me. Bellamy carefully gripped the lower edge of my vest and slid it up to reveal the fresh, white dressing on the left side of my waist. I felt goosebumps spread over my skin as his hand brushed my waist. He traced his fingers along the edge of the dressing and my eyes fluttered closed as I battled my urge to touch him. My mind strained to concentrate on anything else but my heart wouldn’t cooperate. I opened my eyes to catch him gulping as he met my gaze and I was overwhelmed with impulsiveness.
I sat up to put a hand on his jaw and pulled him into an urgent kiss. He took a sharp intake of breath before surrendering himself to my touch. The kiss that he returned was gentle, as if he was trying to hold back the swell of desire that threatened to sweep us away but it wasn’t gentleness that I wanted now. I felt the crushing power of the tension that had been building between us since I first laid eyes on him, clean and tidy with his neatly combed back hair in the dropship and I shivered with a fresh feeling of attraction. My hand knotted in his shirt to bring him closer to me, desperate to feel him against me as I enjoyed the rugged, dishevelled look that he wore in recent days. I was drawn to the man that he’d become since we arrived here and I could ignore the magnetising lust for him no longer. I felt like I’d been disconnected from a potent power source as he removed himself from me and he moved back to view me anxiously.
“You’re supposed to be resting Indie.” He spoke reluctantly between heavy breaths and although his words were scolding, I could see the fire of temptation dancing in his eyes.
“I feel very rested.” I crooned and subtly drifted back to him as he visibly struggled to resist me. My lips brushed his gently and for a few seconds he slipped into the moment as he leaned into me as if he were pulled by some enchanting force. I moved slowly to thread my fingers into his hair and lured him back into our connection as I longed to feel his skin on mine. He pulled back regretfully, blinking several times as if combating dizziness and tried to fix me with a serious look, despite the obvious arousal in his body language. He gripped my wrists to contain me and I sighed in annoyance as he raised a disapproving brow at me.
“I’m serious.” He stated with an attempt at a firm tone but his voice shook subtly and I could sense that he was struggling to maintain control. “You got shot.” He breathed as his eyes flickered to my waist and the worry returned. I scoffed at his words and rolled my eyes.
“Everyone keeps saying that like I don’t realise, I was there you know.” I huffed as I removed my wrists from him and sat back out of his space. He peeked at me with concern and I met his eyes with a feeling of sadness in my chest. “I’m fully aware that I almost died again; right after spending weeks locked away, thinking that you were dead.” I added as his look softened and I felt the familiar pang of pain as I remembered the grief that I’d experienced. I glanced at him pleadingly and my voice dropped to a low tone as I tried to reason with him.
“Bellamy right now we’re alive, we’re safe and we’re alone. We may not get this chance again. If this whole mess has taught me anything, it’s to embrace the moment whilst it’s here and not to waste your chances. I don’t want to live with any more regret.” I explained and he nodded slightly as he viewed me with understanding. I noticed that he was slowly becoming less guarded as he absorbed my words and his eyes started to roam over me with a conflicted interest as he considered what to do. I could tell that his resolve was wavering and so I leaned into him again to kiss his cheek, lingering by his ear. “I want this, don’t you?” I whispered in a breathy voice, peppering featherlight kisses along his cheek and down onto his neck as I was enveloped in his musky scent. He made a low growl that tickled against my lips and as I leaned back to kiss him fully, he cradled my face with a shaking hand that held me back weakly.
“Don’t tempt me.” He growled as he met my eyes with a passion that heated the air in the barely existent space between us. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered in a softer voice as his brows furrowed in worry.
I smiled warmly at him and felt comforted by his care. I sensed a slight vulnerability that lurked under my desire. Although the regret that haunted me in Mount Weather urged me to seize the moment, I couldn’t deny that there was still an element of nervousness in my chest for what I was about to do. For a fleeting moment, I felt the worries return that he might toss me aside afterwards, that what was between us would burn out now that he’d succeeded in rescuing me, that he’d simply move on to the next damsel in distress. I had to mentally remind myself that even if that happened, I would never again be haunted by what ifs or feel that I had missed a chance at happiness. I stared into his passionate, whisky brown eyes and I felt that in this moment, I knew exactly what I wanted. It had never been clearer and the worries over what might happen afterwards faded away into nothing.
“Then I guess you’ll have to be gentle with me.” I whispered suggestively and I watched as the last of his resolve crumbled before me.
He pulled my face to his and slammed his lips against mine hungrily. The feeling was different than before as he threaded his fingers into my hair and grasped a handful of it with a frenzied tenacity. My heart pounded in my chest so fast that I worried it might explode. His tongue slipped into my mouth as he deepened the kiss and he pulled me into him so that I was pressed against his chest. I suddenly understood why people describe kissing as melting as I could feel myself becoming pliable under his touch. I could barely breathe through the heat that radiated from him and the moment was all consuming as I surrendered myself to him.
He gently pushed me backwards in a manoeuvre that was measured and careful even through the intensity of our contact and I laid back on the bed with him following eagerly, his lips never leaving mine. The feeling of his body on mine made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I felt a rush of exhilaration pass through my entire body. He sat up to slide up his t-shirt smoothly, tousling his loose curls as he pulled it over his head and threw it across the room. My eyes fell to his muscular chest in an involuntary action and I bit my lip at the sight of him. I expected him to laugh or make a comment as I continued to stare at him with what could only be an aroused delight, but by the time I dragged my gaze back to his face, he was encouraging me to sit up so that he could delicately remove my vest. I flinched at the movement, glad that he assisted me without my asking as I was unsure if I could do it myself.
It took all of my concentration to contain a hiss of pain as the vest slid over my head; I was desperate not to give him any reason to stop now. When the fabric cleared my view, I was met with his ravishing eyes as I sat bare chested before him. It felt strange to expose myself to him like this and I squirmed uncomfortably as his gaze fell onto the assortment of scars that littered my body. He looked up to notice my light rose blush and I avoided meeting his eyes. I’d had so many injuries since we arrived here that it felt like I had almost more scars than unmarked skin and I couldn’t help wondering if he was disappointed in what he found beneath my clothes. He brushed his fingers slowly along a mark that stretched the length of my collarbone and I observed him with an insecure expression, drawing his focused eyes to mine.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered and I felt my cheeks flush hot at his unexpected comment. He neared to kiss the scar with a gentleness that I never would’ve anticipated from him and my eyes fluttered closed. He slowly guided me to lay back as he worked his way across my torso, placing lingering kisses on every mark as I laid in a sultry sense of ecstasy. His lips drew a hot trail along my skin until he reached my neck, dragging out the slightly nipping kisses there in a teasing, gradual journey to meet my lips. He laid beside me, examining my face with a tempered hunger as he brushed my ruffled hair behind my ear.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked with one last assessing look. I sighed shakily as I stared into his bewitching eyes and although I was nervous, I felt safe in his arms.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything.” I breathed, earning an amorous smile from him.
I’d never imagined being ready for something like this, but intimacy with Bellamy felt as natural as breathing. He kept me too absorbed in him to be distracted by insecurity as I always feared that I would be. In fact, I was hardly able to think at all as he kept me utterly mesmerised. The experience was nothing like the movies, nor the vivid description of screaming and thrashing around that Octavia had rather traumatised me with. It was patient and gentle, it was easy and most of all, it felt like it was much more than just sex to both of us. I felt that I knew him more profoundly than I believed possible and I’d allowed him to share a vulnerable part of me that I usually tried to shield from the world. There were no fireworks, no cracked headboards, no theatricals, just the simple passion that we shared for each other forming into a bond that connected us on a deeper level than before. He rolled onto his back panting and I curled into him, setting my head on his chest to look up at him with a contented focus as he wrapped his arms around me.
“I can’t even tell you how long I’ve imagined doing that.” He admitted between wheezes and I sniggered shyly as I struggled to catch my breath too.
“You’re not the only one.” I muttered bashfully and he raised a brow at me in surprise. I avoided his prying eyes and wished that I’d kept that thought to myself. It still felt strange to openly admit my attraction to him and I was yet to develop confidence in it. It seemed foolish to be embarrassed after what had just happened between us but I was reluctant to open up to him first.
“You could’ve fooled me! You kept me guessing for a while there.” He chuckled and I couldn’t contain a giggle that escaped my lips. I met his eyes with a sentimental delight as I basked in the joy of his smile.
“I was nervous to put myself out there, I didn’t know if you were just messing with me.” I confessed as I watched him scoff in response.
“I thought I’d made my interest pretty clear.” He sighed as he leaned forward to gently kiss my forehead and I felt butterflies in my chest as his lips brushed the tip of my scar without any notice.
“I guess it took some reflection time to change my perspective.” I commented as I stared up at him. Although I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be in this moment, tangled in the covers with him, there was still a feeling of disbelief as I stared into his relaxed face. There seemed to be a delay in my heart understanding that he was back seemingly from the dead and every time that this fact struck me again I experienced a fresh wave of appreciation for his presence. “Everything got clearer once I thought you were gone.” I whispered with a hint of sadness in my voice. He sighed deeply as he pondered me and I noticed that his expression became reflective.
“Yeah, I get that.” He admitted as he carefully pushed my hair behind my ear and settled his hand on my cheek. He stared into my eyes with an intensity that stunned me. “I searched everywhere for you.” He revealed and I felt myself take a sharp breath at the emotion in his voice. “I thought the grounders had taken you, I was ready to take on the entire army.” He described and I smiled, not doubting his statement at all. “It was torture, not knowing what had happened to you. By the time we found Clarke and she told us that you were in Mount Weather, it was a struggle to wait for them to get a plan together. I just wanted to get you back.” He blurted as he stroked my face with a mesmerised smile. I felt like I was in a dream, like the words falling from his swollen, over-kissed lips couldn’t possibly be for me. “You have no idea how hard it was to stay in control in that Mountain, every part of the plan went wrong and I couldn’t find you anywhere.” He aired his thoughts without any hesitation and my heart warmed at his honesty.
“I have a pretty good idea.” I drawled as I explored the finer details of his face. I studied him like he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. His radiant skin was warm even in the low light of the room and I reached up to brush his charming natural curls out of his face. I continued to adore the freckles that decorated his complexion and it struck me that they were a treasured reminder of my mother. He considered me with a sparkle in his perfect eyes as I lost myself in him. He smiled tenderly as my attention fell to his lips and I brushed my fingers across the slight scar that framed them, wondering what the story was behind it. I couldn’t get past my need to observe him, to confirm that he was here and I felt as if I should make the most of every moment after the pain of the last few weeks. I met his eyes and prepared myself to meet his honesty with my own.
“I really believed that you were dead. You, Octavia, Raven and so many others. I woke up in that mountain with the knowledge that my entire family was gone. I grieved for you and I had to try to continue with the regret.” I admitted. I watched his brows furrow and concern crept into the corners of his eyes. “I focused on protecting the people that were left and I was lucky to have Monty and Jasper to keep that focus alive. I would love to say that I held it together without you, that I stepped up to lead them in your place like everyone keeps saying that I did but the truth is, I don’t think I would even be alive right now if there hadn’t been a threat to distract me.” I divulged as I allowed my emotions to speak for themselves.
He wrapped his fingers delicately around my wrist as he turned it slightly toward his face and I couldn’t meet his eyes. It was difficult for me to even consider reliving the moments that led me to these scars, even with him and I squirmed in discomfort as I felt him inspecting me. I startled at the sudden sensation of his lips placing a featherlight kiss on the tender skin of my wrist and I peeked at him through guilty eyes.
“Never again.” He declared as he held my gaze and I squinted at him in confusion. “I know that you thought we were all gone, but this can’t ever happen again. Do you understand me?” He confirmed with a firm tone to his voice and his gaze was filled with intensity as he assessed me. I nodded back through a gathering of unspent tears. “You can’t give up Indie, no matter what happens in the future you have to keep fighting. Promise me that you will.” He insisted and it became much harder to contain my emotions.
“I promise.” I responded in a small voice as a single tear rolled down my cheek and he brushed it away. He gathered me into him, wrapping his arms tightly around me and I breathed him in. He placed a comforting kiss on my forehead, smoothing my hair and I felt a flutter in my chest.
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed of them. They’re like the others, something that you survived. You don’t have to hide them.” He advised as he ran his thumb along one of the scars on my wrist and I smiled at his perspective.
I drifted into the most restful sleep that I’d ever experienced, wrapped in the incomparable safety of his arms. For the first time in weeks, it was dreamless and I wasn’t haunted by anything. My brain couldn’t even create any pleasant dreams that would trump my reality and so instead I was able to switch off completely.
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My 1D-related fic faves of 2019
I've read a TON of great fic this year in all kinds of fandoms, Jeeeeeeeeeesus, there are so many talented writers out there, but I won't list it all here (or even list everything I bookmarked this year). Instead, I'm gonna stick with 1D-related works released in 2019 that pulled me in hard and made me stare at the wall and/or read again and/or scream about with other people, and I'll try to do it in cutesie number order because WHY NOT make it that extra level of arbitrary, lmao. I love fanfic because no matter what fandom I'm dipping in, something new is gonna jump up and kill me (this year in particular, I've subscribed to a lot of "new to me" writers that I LOVE, and I hope you know who you are [do you know who you are, etc.]). Thank you for the free gifts, for your time, for your blood, sweat, and tears! I owe you hugs, coffee, and my undying love, gratitude, and support! I'll put my list under the cut to avoid some v. v. real screen scroll rage--happy new year, y'all!
2 lactation kink fics
(aka the Jaerie category, nobody else is out there writing this even as Harry's tits get bigger and milkier and why am I the only one fully appreciating all of it?????)
I Think You're Already Home, by jaerie, Seeing Louis Tomlinson today, it would be hard to guess that he was ever once a member of the world's most famous boyband. These days he doesn't even the leave his own house. The truth is he can't leave his own house. (a December gift to remember for all of us! a/b/o dynamics, famous Louis, omega Harry--which is practically canon at this point--crippling agoraphobia, lactation-related sexiness, I would read at least ten (10) more chapters of this)
freaks from the internet, by jaerie. Harry sells his breast milk to freaks on the internet. Louis turns out to be one of those freaks. He also happens to be Harry's ex. (I legit can't believe this came out this year, I rec it all the time! it was anon for forever, and I was low-key obsessed because I just wanted mawrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr of it, and I got it, thank CHRIST)
3 fics for meeeeeeee
(These works were gifts to me, and I am so truly hashtag blessed to receive!!!)
I Just Wanna Taste It, by @homosociallyyours. In his mind it's watermelon and sticky strawberry sweet, and he craves the feeling of his own round, firm belly warm under his hands on a summer evening. (Megan loves to kill me with Harry mpreg imaginings, and this one feels like canon to me!)
Powerless (and I Don't Care It's Obvious), by objectlesson/ @alienfuckeronmain. He should not be getting turned on by Harry’s full-bladder discomfort, his little twitches, his hips-stuttering. And yet. (AND YET!!! I don't even know where to start with how much I love Phoenix, what a treasure her work is in ANY fandom, how shitty this particular fandom has been to her, how much I'm gonna miss harry/louis fic gifts from her in the future, how HOT this pee kink fic is in general, dot dot dot)
Tuxedo Classic Dance Party, by Blake/ @newleafover. Instead of flying out to meet his touring boyfriend in Madrid, Louis sticks around to be responsible and do things like dance at Lady Gaga night at the gay cowboy club in West Hollywood. (Blake has written at least five fics in various fandoms that I would say are my favorite fics of all time, but they really topped themselves with this one!)
4 fic series
(I feel like there are probably loads more that qualify, but these ones grabbed me in their own particular way)
Not That Gone, by abrighteryellow/ @a-brighter-yellow. Louis’s 20-year high school reunion takes a turn when a celebrity classmate – who also happens to be Louis’s long unrequited crush – unexpectedly shows up. (this was inspired by Chris Evans, and both parts stand on their own, tbh)
Maybe I Miss You, by 13ways. Louis is on his way back to London after the Hits Live Birmingham concert. Harry is flying to New York for the Met Gala. They connect. (from the very first story in this series, I was HOOKED, canon angst that builds up to something truly wonderful)
There's something I want to try..., by TheMagicWord. Harry wants to try something. Louis's not convinced. Until he is. (the installments are super short, super hot)
One More Time Again, by orphan_account. On the morning of his second sold-out performance at Madison Square Garden, Harry wakes up to find that he's sixteen years old, on The X Factor, and that he has a chance to make things right. (I'm sad that this author orphaned, but I seem to recall her getting a TON of shit, which is unfortunate because this is a great read, and part two is an imagining where Louis goes back instead)
5 fics featuring holidays
(These ones are basically from Christmas and Halloween of this year, so quite recent!!)
once bitten and twice shy, by @pinkcords. In a rush of bravery only senior year can bring, Harry confesses his feelings in a letter to his neighbor and best friend, Louis, only for the entire school to hear it and laugh him out of their small town in Wisconsin. (the notes on this one blew me away: first-time author, pinch-hitting for a fest, and damn, a knock out)
you've set my soul to dreaming, by we_are_the_same. Thirty-year-old Harry Styles goes to bed single on Christmas Eve, only to wake up on Christmas morning with a husband in his bed and a son down the hall. (I'm not always into this trope, but when it's done well? NICE, and this one did it well)
when half spent was the night, by @juliusschmidt. I’ve skimmed your website and am interested in hiring you to be my doula. I’m 7 ½ months pregnant and not keen to do this whole labor and birth thing alone. After looking around, I thought you might be a good fit. (girl direction advent fic with pregnant Louis that’s incredibly well done, especially given how short it is, I was so sad to see it end, but the author says something about act II coming??? YES!!!)
Fictober 2019 Collection, by flowercrownfemme/ @lesbianiconharrystyles. Features lots of monsters and creatures and Harry Styles being a general nightmare as well as a few Girl Direction drabbles and a timestamp for Fool For You and one for Treat Mothman With Kindness. (Chloe's Halloween drabbles, each of which could outrival other stories 4x the length...she's a GIFT)
Cat & Mouse, by jaerie. It's the one day out of the year that Harry doesn't have to hide and can be himself — at least he thought so. Louis is just a little more observant than he anticipated. (I'm not a big hybrid fic fan, BUT GOD THIS STORY IS SO GOOD, it's so short I wanna cry, but so good!!!)
6 a/b/o fics
(I can handle "traditional" a/b/o if it gives me my dose of omega Harry, but I absolutely adore "untraditional" a/b/o, you know, where it actually is NOT about straight dynamics being put on a m/m or f/f couple (excuse me, a/a or o/o)...these ones NAIL IT, as did the entire gaybo ficfest)
violence of my own touch, by 14hrflight/ @silverfoxlouis. Louis hasn’t said anything, but Harry knows something is wrong. Harry’s rut had ended a few days ago, and Louis had kept him under as best as he could. (whenever I read Chi's alpha/alpha fics, I find myself internally screaming "CHI!!!" god, do they Get It, and I really hope they continue this one!)
Amor Victorious, by HappyPrincess/ @pattern-pals. Louis finds himself following Harry on a journey through Italy, complete with long train rides, greasy food, naked Christs, and too many lingering touches. They're definitely not like other tourists and he definitely doesn't have a crush on his best friend who happens to be an alpha, too. (this one came out during Thanksgiving week, so I held it to savor, and BOY, DID I SAVOR, it's so incredible, the gorgeous writing, the visceral, indescribable feeling of reading it, sighhhhhhh)
do you know me by heart, by HappyPrincess/ @pattern-pals. Harry comes back wearing alphas' scents, a pleased smile and a lace dress. Somehow, Louis still ends up making him come until he cries. (for me personally, 2019 was the year of Nina: getting to know them, catching up on all their writing, falling in love with the way they can kill us all with beautiful angst and the hint and hope of redemption...here's a tissue, you'll need it!!)
the way that you're thrilling me, by @hereforlou. Alphas were smelly and cocky and mostly arseholes, in Harry’s experience. Or at least they were at school. He didn’t understand how his friends—lovely, soft-skinned, sweet-smelling omegas—could actually want to touch them, or be touched by them. (this is just one of the many, MANY faves I had from the gaybo ficfest, A+ all around)
Constant Debauchery, by Blake/ @newleafover. Harry is an alpha who loves getting his mouth knotted by other alphas. Louis is happy to serve. Fun smut! But also angst and sexual awakenings. (Blake knows how to sum up their writing, lol, but YEAH, me as at least one of the comments both public and private saying they'd want to read 100k more of this)
how many nights did I crash against the waves, by Blake/ @newleafover Louis is going into heat and Harry thinks it's hot. (the SKILL of writing something that's 1.7k, yet builds a complete--and v. v. hot--world)
7 fics with Harry and someone else
(I still have a few I need to read in this category--I'm getting there! But these are some from my fave authors that really had me pondering some walls [heh])
I Want Your Belly, by @glasscushion. Harry wants Adam to knock him up. Inspired by on-stage thirst, the Instagram Stories Shirt, Watermelon Sugar, and Harry’s persistent baby fever. (Adam/Harry, mpreg kink of the finest order!!)
Rachel, Nevada, by @vondrostes. Harry has a close sexual encounter of the fourth kind. (Jeff/Harry, Rachel/Harry, and I honestly can't even BEGIN to describe this, holy WOW)
Sea Salt, by @glasscushion. Nick's drunk, and he can't avoid his feelings forever. Set in 2013 and 2019. (Nick/Harry, rip gryles...the grylers I know had an absolute field day in terms of angst, damn!)
all my lies are safe beside you now, by HappyPrincess/ @pattern-pals. They both know what it was like to love Louis Tomlinson fiercely, irrevocably, ghosts of it on their skin, even if the traces were etched in vastly different ways. (Zayn/Harry, and FOR REAL, this is a huge ouch)
call me anything you like, but my name is, by @wishforwishes. Some conversations are better left forgotten, some conversations are worth remembering, and some conversations you never get the chance to have. Featuring three mentors, two tea parties, one and a half recording studios, and a reference to Archie comics. (Harry/CHASM, essentially; LISTEN, I am obsessed with this fic, you don't need to read part one to really Get It, but the bits with Zayn, and James/Ben, and all the parts with Harry working through gender? SO GODDAMNED REAL)
Come Out and Play, by @dinosaursmate. Harry and Louis discover a new kink in their relationship, and it brings all the boys closer than they could have ever imagined. (ot5 orgy, so not really Harry with anyone so much as everyone with everyone, and let's call this one canon)
Like a Rolling Stone, by @vondrostes. By the end of it, Nick realised his tea had gone cold in his hand. He’d barely taken a single sip in the hour-plus he’d been sat there, unmoving, transfixed by Harry’s songs—haunted by the knowledge of what had inspired them. (Nick/Harry, rip gryles)
8 canon fics
(This was a VERY hard category to narrow down, but yeah, a big push this year from "newer" writers = lots of nuanced fic)
Per Aspera, by @sedfierisentio. Louis’s throat feels tight, his heart like a hammer in his chest. You know my rot, he thinks, and I know yours. I love you still. (these achingly beautiful time stamps are centered around taste, and if this fic has taught me anything, it's that buying an author a coffee has a ripple effect)
A Nullo Amato, by @sedfierisentio. Inspired by Harry carrying books around outside LAX, a canon-compliant, Canon AU fic set between 2014 and 2015; mostly, timestamps roped together by a common theme—literature. (this was removed four years ago and reposted, so maybe it's a cheat??? i don't care, it was brand-new to me and a lot of other people, I'm so glad the author shared it again!)
no love like your love, by @dykes4louis. A collection of tumblr drabbles. (Hima is REALLY burying the lede on this one because each of these is short and SCORCHING, her skill, check out her other works, too!)
Dancing in My Dreams, by @kingsofeverything. Louis doesn't mean to imply that Harry's too old to dance for him, but Harry takes it that way, and sets out to prove him wrong. (this is one that *could* go in the series pile, but I love it as a standalone...feels like canon to me, regardless!)
Sonic Sounds, by @glasscushion. "Harry takes a deep breath, suitably embarrassed, “I’m just really...” and he can’t say the obvious. He can’t just say "really wet." Or Harry loves feeling embarrassed. Louis is happy to help. (I'll never look at those One Direction electric toothbrushes quite the same way again)
Bruised Fruit, by @glasscushion. Louis is obsessed with the way Harry smells in the heat of LA. (hey, you know what, me, too, bitch, you ain't special...the way this fic SMELLS, my god, I"m obsessed)
be my once in a lifetime, by HappyPrincess/ @pattern-pals. Just like there are only four other people who will ever understand what it’s like growing up in One Direction, there’s only one other person who knows what it’s like to find your soulmate just before you’re thrown into the spotlight and forced to acknowledge that the both of you have too many flaws and vices to make it through fame together. Or: It's all about having sex and being sad. And drunk. (can u believe Nina wrote this before Fine Line???)
in this dress, by cabinbythesea. Louis is so lost in his eyes and his words he feels if a step above heaven exists, it has to be Harry. Loosely inspired by Harry’s dress from the director’s cut of Lights Up. (I sure hope we see even more fic inspired by every bit of this album/every video it produces)
9 fics by Phoenix/ @alienfuckeronmain
(This fandom doesn't deserve her, and I hope everyone's reading her other works because they're all so amazing, she's such an incredibly gifted writer, my fave of faves, my life is so much brighter with her in it...I could rec her all goddamned day, and I do slash will!!! Here are nine she cranked out this year, each one a gem in its own way)
Silver White Winters. In which Louis catches a cloud and pins it down, aka, a Sound of Music AU (the shittiness in the comments underlines why we can't have nice things, but jesus CHRIST, this is so pure and good, and she cranked it out in, like, two hours)
I don't do that dance. Harry is easily the worst ballet dancer in her whole Intro to Ballet class. Except maybe Taylor Swift. (I adore how Phoenix writes girl Harry, but the way she writes Taylor? Unparalleled...nails her perfectly!)
magic, madness, heaven, sin, by @kerasines. It’s the flashing lights painting colors on her eyelids, it’s the drumming bass competing with her heartbeat. It’s the manic energy rippling through the crowd in waves, the deafening, frenzied passion filling the stadium that remind Eleanor that she actually used to like going to concerts. (technically, this one is FOR Phoenix, from Kim, but it takes a pairing that Phoenix is making her very own, so I'm counting it, lol)
Snakes and Stones. If you call a girl a snake enough, sometimes she becomes one. Her legs lengthen and fuse, her pupils shrink to slits. She gets colder and colder, until she has to spread herself on the warm cement beside the pool, soaking in heat, sipping gin and tonics to warm her blood so she does not turn to ice and shatter to bits. (god, I'm blanking on this ship name, but El/Taylor is such an inspired pairing, and I hope that P's drabbles make it over to ao3 in full)
Something good (will come from here). Taylor does not answer, because she is too busy licking her lips and pitching forward, as if Eleanor is the sky, or the sea. (you can practically SMELL this fic, El/Taylor drabble)
I Must Confess (I Still Believe). Harry is the new girl at an all girl Catholic Girl's School, and Louis is the unattainable, dashing senior who changes her forever. (this fic breaks my heart, the entire experience of its production and aftermath will forever be bittersweet, a gorgeous swansong)
Only One at the Finish Line. “I want to be another alpha’s omega,” is what he says, and it comes out like something reckless, something wild. Like he doesn't care anymore if Louis hates him or not, if Louis understands, he just needs to speak his truth aloud to darkness, to the slender pines that surround them like a jury panel. (Phoenix was the gaybo mod, and this was her contribution, and it is PERFECTION PERSONIFIED, fest goals)
The Pink Ghost of Princess Park. The thought of the vibrator does not go away. It’s sitting there collecting dust all through January, and every time Harry and Louis have to leave town for a press event or a show or to record or what have you, they come back home, and it’s still there, the Pink Ghost of Princess Park, the fucking glittery haunting that Harry cannot stop thinking of Louis stuffing up his arse. (a very good year in general for Princess Park clapbacks)
Life Saver. Louis is a sweetheart punk with a theater background and a heart of gold, Harry is an inexperienced nerd who plays by the rules. Classmates, lab partners, and eventually friends, what happens when Louis knows he’s in love, but doesn’t know how tell Harry? (this one came out a year ago tomorrow, and it had a tough birthing process, but it's so good, so hot, my love for virgin Harry gettin’ it on knows no bounds)
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(yes, yes, this could be LOADS longer, but I’m sticking to my theme!)
breathless for an eternity, by cabinbythesea. Harry conquers double duty on SNL and Louis wishes he was Nick Jonas. (dangggg, this came out too late for me to rec it along with my other snl-related fic, but it joins that lofty canon!)
Pretty Baby, by @littlelouishiccups. Louis helps Harry unwind after a busy week. (I was NOT expecting a new chapter in the iconic sugar baby Harry series, but HERE WE ARE)
into another (another) serotonin overflow, by @mercutionotromeo. Sweet first time sex wherein Harry's adorably awkward, Louis is achingly cool, and Harry rides Louis wearing his jersey. (this is one of my all-time fave fics, and I'm not sure what changed in it to get it reposted, but yeah, HERE FOR IT, THANK YOU!!!)
'Sup, by @mediawhorefics. All Louis wants is to finish the play he’s been commissioned to write, but one of the regulars at his local coffee shop keeps distracting him. ft. older larry, pushy gemma, harry being a disaster gay and silver fox louis. (this is so short but so tantalizing, GOD, DO I WANT MORE OF THIS UNIVERSE)
Tan Lines and Some Memories, by twoshipstiedup. Harry Styles is the indie movie darling he’d been avoiding ever since Louis saw his movie at Cannes and harbored an unreasonable grudge against him. A unicorn t-shirt finally brings them together in person. (I honestly thought we'd get more unicorn shirt fic, but this is a wonderful standard-bearer, banter city)
Bitter Tangerine, by purpledaisy/ @daisyharry. Nine months after they break up, a twist of fate brings Harry and Louis back together at Christmas. (so much ouch in this, but wow, do you feel like you're reading fully realized, realistic, growing characters)
We're Driving in Your Fast Car, by @sadaveniren. Harry felt himself light up - both with excitement and the thrill of getting what he wanted. “Really?” “Of course, anything for you." aka Louis and Harry are car thieves about to pull off a million dollar job. (another one I'd love to read more of...how did they get here, where are they going, etc.)
remember you well, by @fondleeds. Harry’s a criminal, Louis’ a cop, and they’re stranded overnight at the Motel 6. (what's with me and my love of heist/caper fics this year?)
Tied Down, by HamPalpert/ @ham-palpert. The most interesting case in Liam and Niall's careers falls directly into their laps, courtesy of an epic fuck-up of one Harry Styles, partner to the almost-infamous drug dealer Louis Tomlinson. The investigation yields an unexpected yet satisfactory outcome for Liam and Niall. For Harry and Louis, however, things are far more complicated. (SEE ABOVE, JESUS, I THINK ABOUT THIS FIC...ALL...THE.......TIME)
Harry Styles Cooks..., by sunsetmog. Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them. (yeah, it's a wip, yeah, I flatline every time it updates, what of it, I'm living my best life vicariously through it!!)
#fic rec#faves of 2019#i have so many more i love that i read#but this is a theme lmaooooo#hope that one anon loves it!
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The Perfect Book & Holiday Movie Pairings
It’s the most magical time of year...when we all gather round and watch holiday movies! 🎄 Whether your favorite holiday is a romantic comedy of mistaken identity or an animated film, we have the perfect book recommendation for when the credits roll.
We recommend grabbing some hot chocolate and cookies and finding the perfect book and movie combo to start this season off right!
Last Christmas: Read The Music of What Happens
No spoilers about Last Christmas, but don’t worry––although we’ve paired it with The Music of What Happens by Bill Konigsberg, this book does not have quite the same twist ending as the movie. In Last Christmas, Kate is struggling with where her life is going while working as an elf in a Christmas store. But when she meets Tom, her life takes a new turn. The same can be said for Max and Jordan, two complete opposites who are both harboring secrets...but whose lives both change when they are tasked with running a failing food truck together.
Klaus: Read Call Down the Hawk
We’re not exactly saying that Ronan Lynch is Santa Claus, but we’re also not NOT saying it. Seriously though, think about it. In Klaus, Klaus is a reclusive toymaker who lives up on the mountain alone, whose imagination allows him to create incredible toys. In Call Down the Hawk by Maggie Stiefvater, Ronan is living on his own at the Barns, dreaming up fantastical––and sometimes dangerous––dreams that he brings to reality. Does this mean that Declan Lynch is basically Jesper, the mailman who drags Klaus out of reclusion? Well. Can’t say it’s too far off...
A Christmas Prince: Read The Impostors Series
Intrigue? Deceit? An undercover investigation? This sounds like both A Christmas Prince AND the Impostors series by Scott Westerfeld! In the movie, a reporter goes undercover as a tutor to get the scoop on a prince, but ends up falling in love as she’s tangled up in royal intrigue. In Impostors, Frey is tasked with impersonating her twin sister Rafi in a precarious deal––but starts to become close with the son of the enemy.
The Spirit of Christmas: Read The City of Ghosts Series
Are ghosts festive? We sure think so! The Spirit of Christmas and the City of Ghosts series by Victoria Schwab are all about helping spirits find the closure they need to move on. In The Spirit of Christmas, Kate has three weeks to sell a haunted bed and breakfast––but the spirit who lives there won’t back down without a fight. In the City of Ghosts series, Cassidy Blake can see through the veil that separates the living from the dead and joins her parents filming a TV show in the most haunted cities in the world. She soon discovers that her gift can be used to help spirits move on.
Noelle: Read I Love You So Mochi
Noelle is the latest holiday movie from Disney+, where the Claus family has passed down the Santa Claus tradition for generations––but when the latest Santa in the family, Noelle’s brother Nick, has an identity crisis and flees days before Christmas, Noelle must track him down. This movie is about finding yourself and chasing your passion, which is exactly what Kimi must do in I Love You So Mochi by Sarah Kuhn––when she and her mother get into an epic fight about her love for fashion, Kimi spends her spring break in Japan with her estranged grandparents trying to figure what, and who, she wants to be.
Let it Snow: Read Snow in Love
If you love holiday stories that tell multiple stories in one, then Let it Snow and Snow in Love are the perfect holiday treats for you! In Let it Snow, a snowstorm on Christmas eve brings a group of high school students together––their separate stories, friendships, and love lies soon collide. Snow in Love is a series of short holiday stories from Melissa De La Cruz, Nic Stone, Aimee Friedman, and Kasie West about everything from a Hanukkah miracle to a holiday scavenger hunt!
The Princess Switch: Read Technically, You Started It
Mistaken identity and hijinks abound in both The Princess Switch and Technically, You Started It by Lana Wood Johnson! The Princess Switch is about a Chicago baker who, when competing in a Christmas baking competition in Belgravia, finds out that the prince’s fiancée looks exactly like her––so they switch lives for two days. There are no doppelgängers in Technically, You Started It, but there are two cousins BOTH named Martin Nathaniel Munroe II...so when one of them texts Haley, she doesn’t realize which Martin she’s ACTUALLY texting. Can friendship and love blossom in these stories about concealed identity?
A Cinderella Christmas: Read Stepsister
We love a twist on a classic fairytale all year round, but especially during the holidays! Both A Cinderella Christmas and Stepsister by Jennifer Donnelly are twists on the Cinderella fairytale. A Cinderella Christmas is a modern take on the fairytale, Angie takes a night off from her uncle’s events business to go to the Christmasquerade Ball and catches the eye of a wealthy local bachelor––only to leave before revealing her identity. Stepsister begins when Cinderella ends, and follows the story of Isabelle, one of Cinderella’s “ugly” stepsisters. Once Cinderella goes to the castle with the prince, Isabelle must go on a journey of redemption and empowerment. Both of these stories put feminist and modern lenses on a classic tale!
The Santa Clause: Read The Candle and the Flame
In The Santa Clause, Scott is magically required to take on the mantle of Santa Clause when Santa falls off of his roof on Christmas Eve. His life and reality are transformed as he travels to the North Pole and realizes that he is actually the new Santa Claus. Now, The Candle and the Flame doesn’t have anything to do with the holidays––but in this stunning fantasy, Fatima must take on the fire of a djinn when one of the most powerful of the djinn dies. She is changed in ways she cannot fathom - and while the stakes might be a bit higher for Fatima than someone having to take on the role of Santa Claus, these two stories are still a great pair!
The Knight Before Christmas: Read The Traitor’s Game Series
In need of a story that has to do with an epic quest? The Knight Before Christmas and The Traitor’s Game series by Jennifer A. Nielsen are the perfect fix! In The Knight Before Christmas, a medieval English knight is transported to present day and must fulfill his quest by Christmas, or risk being stuck in the present forever. In The Traitor’s Game series, Kestra is captured by a group of rebels who want her to retrieve the lost Olden Blade, the only object that can destroy the King. In both The Knight Before Christmas and The Traitor’s Game, love and intrigue will complicate both of these quests!
The Nightmare Before Christmas: Read Tarnished are the Stars
The Nightmare Before Christmas is a classic combination Halloween / Christmas movie! Pumpkin King Jack Skellington wanders out of Halloweentown and into Christmastown––where he falls in love with the world he didn’t know existed and tries to bring his findings back to his home. In Tarnished are the Stars by Rosiee Thor, Nathaniel has lived under the shadow of his father, the Commissioner, for his entire life. When he attempts to prove himself to his father by catching the elusive Technician who has been supplying illegal technology to the citizens of Earth Adjacent, Nathaniel discovers that the world he thought he knew is not quite what his father has said it was. Both these stories are about finding the truth about the world around you, and about how your best intentions can sometimes go very, very wrong.
Elf: Read I Wish You All the Best
At first glance, Elf and I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver might seem like they couldn’t be more different...but, both Buddy and Ben must travel to live with their estranged family members when the lives they knew are shaken. In Elf, Buddy learns that he’s not really an elf and must go live with his real father in New York City, contending with all of the cultural and societal expecations that he has no idea how to navigate. In I Wish You All the Best, Ben comes out to their parents as non-binary and is forced to live with their estranged sister and her husband, who Ben has never met. Ben must go to a new school, handle anxiety, and keep a low profile. In both Elf and I Wish You All the Best, these characters are helped through these transitions by unlikely friends...AND unlikely crushes.
This Christmas: Read Hey, Kiddo
Family dysfunction seems to be a staple of a lot of holiday movies, but what stands out about both This Christmas and Hey, Kiddo by Jarrett J. Krosoczka is that under all of the drama, these families care deeply about one another no matter what. In This Christmas, the matriarch of the Whitfield family calls together their first holiday together in four years. As they come together for the first time in years, various secrets come to light that will strain the family and ultimately decide how their holiday is spent. Hey, Kiddo is a remarkable graphic memoir about Jarrett J. Krosoczka’s childhood growing up with his two opinionated grandparents and learning that his mother is addict. Only as a teenager is Jarrett able to piece together the truth of his family.
A Prince for Christmas: Read The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali
If you love a story about how true love conquers all - even the pressures of family––then A Prince for Christmas and The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali by Sabina Khan are the perfect pair! In A Prince for Christmas, a European prince flees to America to escape an arranged marriage, only to fall for a waitress who might be his true love. In The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali, Rukhsana must handle societal and familial pressure when her parents discover she’s dating her girlfriend, Ariana, and whisk her away to Bangladesh to set up an arranged marriage.
#holiday#holiday movies#hallmark movies#Christmas#Hanukkah#book recommendations#book recs#booklr#I gift YA#Keep Your Shelf Warm
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