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George Harrison x gardener!reader
Chapter 2
At last!! The joining chapter!
George is here!
This ended up much longer than I meant it to be, but... c’est comme ca la vie!
Read on :)
*this picture is from a map made of Friar Park by Alan Tabor in 1914
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A three-day stretch of sunshine and warm weather is rare for this time of year, but I’m grateful for it as I sit with my cup of tea and perched on a stool in the garden kitchen. It’s become my designated spot to spend my lunch break - when not drinking in the view from the window, I can keep my head down in here quietly and out of anyone’s way.
It’s Wednesday, and I’ve managed to get through the past two days on mostly tea and biscuits. It’s been fairly straightforward so far, and I’ve observed progress on one or two large plinth displays, been shown around an expanse of pine trees, almost got to investigate the alpine garden and mini Matterhorn but not quite yet, and have finally been able to lay my hands on a dogwood bush in an area I’m told was once called “The Paddock.”
I am glad for the easing-in process. What a nightmare it would be to screw up somewhere prominent at a place like this; so large and visible, and so well-loved and historic.
I take a grateful swig of my brew as a shout comes from the doorway to the hall,
“A-ha!”
Bravely, I sneak a glance up to the source of the voice and am instantly breathless.
He looks softer and greyer than I’d imagined, but I’d still know those eyes anywhere: the man of the house, George Harrison himself.
“They said you’d arrived, but I was beginning to think I was being swindled,” he reveals a toothy grin. “George.”
I appreciate that he not only still bothers to introduce himself, but he already knows my name, too.
For all I’d learned about him being the quiet, mysterious Beatle, and the moody dark horse, he is all lightness and giving. With his arms wide, he leans attentively onto the island counter across from me, and I feel as if I could unravel right there before him.
He scans my face with eagerness and I realize I have yet to say a single word.
“Well, I’ve…” Breathe. Keep your cool. “I’ve only been here since Monday, so...” I manage to offer, my eyes dancing across the surface in front of me and settling on my almost empty mug of tea, “It’s a big lot. Plenty of space to hide.”
He’s quiet but he hasn’t moved. I dare myself to return my gaze to his face, and it’s only now that I notice the sparkle in his eyes. How is he still this handsome? The deep lines across his famous dark brows remind me of tree bark, and I wonder how many years of scowling they took to develop. Then I make the mistake of letting my eyes drift to his mouth, now in a crooked and thoughtful closed smile.
“What do you make of it so far? Gettin’ on all right?” he asks, quickly peering into my almost empty mug before heading over to the kettle. He fills it with water up to the top line, and it looks like we’ll be here a while.
“It’s beautiful. Olivia started to give me a tour when I arrived, but we had to cut it short. From what I’ve seen so far, I can see how you’d never want to leave.”
He opens a cupboard to take out a mug for himself, but even with his back facing me he makes sure to look over his shoulder, listening intently.
I continue, “I’m glad to be starting small, to be honest. I’ve been sorting out those bushes by the pool.”
“I see. Shoved you ‘round the back, did they?” There’s the grin again, and the unmistakable smile lines I recognize from various old video clips I’d seen floating around the internet.
“Yeah,” I manage, narrowly avoiding a giddy sigh.
“Well, I’ve been working on the garden for, oh, fifty years, is it? You should have seen it then, all buried in rubbish and brambles and debris. Horrible. But, as you say, you start with the little things, whatever you can manage, and you start to get an understanding of what you’re working with, you know. It’s easy to be overwhelmed.”
Leaning back against the counter with his arms folded, it’s clear he’s used this plan of operations many times.
“But there’s always a little unhappy area that just needs someone to come along and give it some careful attention.”
The kettle bubbles along, lending a soundtrack to the butterflies I’m trying to subdue in my stomach, and George points to my cup of tea, inquiring if I’d like another. I smile in agreement and quickly gulp down what’s left, and then offer the mug in all its floral print glory back to him,
“Thank you.”
His eyes linger on my face for just a moment before he returns to the counter. I look out the window again, and begin to piece together the circumstances of my current situation. This is George Harrison’s house. This is where I work. I’ve trained for years on my own and on teams in classrooms and greenhouses, learned the Latin names and all about colour theory and garden design. I’ve aggravated a dodgy hip many times over from shoveling dirt in the rain. I’ve earned very little money all the while, but look what it’s come to: I get to come here every day, and soak in the history and whimsy of such a magical place. How lucky am I?
“This wasn’t you, was it?” asks George after it dawns on me that he’d been humming something familiar for the past few minutes.
“Sorry?”
“Nickin’ all my tea bags. I’m sure I filled this up at the weekend,” he states, demonstrating a single tea bag nestled in the pale blue china caddy, ironically labelled ‘tobacco’.
It wasn’t me, and luckily he believes me. A few of the gardeners I hadn’t yet met had been in and out since my lunch break began, but I wouldn’t dare be a snitch and reveal them as the culprits. Nevertheless, George’s efforts to make a brew for himself are thwarted when he finds the usual spot for the box of tea bags empty.
“This is outrageous!” he feigns fury. “Nevermind. Come on, I’ll show you where I keep the good stuff.”
Without a second thought, I follow him out to the vegetable garden where one of the gardeners I haven’t met yet is checking the progress of some turnips.
“All right, Vijay?” calls George. For a man of his age he’s quite speedy, but decades of singing and stress, (and smoking, I recall) have left his voice fairly scratchy when he tries for volume.
Vijay responds with cool pleasantries, and my host takes care of our introductions.
“If you’re after any veg for your table, he’s your man.” George explains, and Vijay’s bashful smile returns him to his notes.
We carry on our trek, past more beds of herbs, vegetables, and if my nose is to be believed, there are blueberries somewhere nearby.
The song George is humming sounds a bit like a Johnny Cash tune, and he builds his production with finger snaps and whistles.
The hedges here seem to go on for miles, and it’s a few minutes before we reach the end of this garden. The path leads down a slope where it meets the service driveway and disappears among some tall trees.
“No, I don’t think I’ll take you into the forest today, but remind me. I think you’ll like it. A nice old fashioned Lovers’ Walk.”
I blink at him, my mouth having fallen open slightly on the journey.
Instead, we cross to the right, to the grand chateau itself.
“I feel like I’m not supposed to be here,” I confess as we near a huge stone doorway like the one I met my first morning.
“You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to. But I think you might want to,” he toys with me, and the lines around his mouth hold back a knowing laugh.
“Yeah, all right, go on then,” I pretend to be cool and casual, and my trickery works.
It’s dark in here. This is a back way after all, but that doesn’t preclude the walls from their own ornaments and paintings. I pass beneath a brass swan seeming to emerge from the woodwork, and follow George over to a room that he almost facetiously calls a pantry.
“Shall we take our tea in the courtyard today?” he asks with all the put-on poshness of a John Cleese character, then returning to his normal manner to inquire,
“Or do you have work to be getting back to?”
Checking the time on my phone, I’m relieved to see my lunch hour isn’t up yet.
“I’ve got twenty minutes, how’s that?”
“All the time in the world!” he roars, shuffling over to a built-in set of shelves that nearly reach the ceiling.
He lets out a cheer when he finds it, and turns to me grinning to proudly display the box of tea we’d come all this way for.
Yorkshire Gold.
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Hey! I know you probably already answered everything in your head, but let's go... (this is not my revenge yet) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 11, 12, 13, 15, 16, 18, 20, 22, 23, 28, 29, 30, 31, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 40, 43, 45, 46, 47, 49, 50, 51, 52, 54, 55, 57, 60, 61, 63, 66, 68, 69, 71, 72, 73, 74, 76, 77, 79, 82, 84, 85, 88, 89, 90, 91, 91, 93, 94, 95, 97, 100.
Well, you are Vengeance, you are the Night, you’re Batman LOL.
1. What is your middle name?
As I said in a question before, my middle name is Hernán, which is a germanic name, a variation of Fernando, which means brave.
2. How old are you?
Oh boy, I'm an old geezer who writes fanfics after and before his job, 32.
3. When is your birthday?
August 22
4. What is your zodiac sign?
I am a proud representative of the House of Leo.
5. What is your favorite color?
Grey, I love grey, like fucking love that motherfucking neutral color LOL.
6. What’s your lucky number?
14 baby.
7. Do you have any pets?
I do, a cat called Coshino.
8. Where are you from?
I'm from the first country of South America, if you start from the south, Chile.
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
shoes? technically, 1, the rest are all sneakers, which are, 2 running sneakers, 2 training sneakers, 3 party sneakers, and 6 basketball sneakers.
12. What was your last dream about?
Uh, hard, I dreamed that my father was alive, not in a sweet and Mufasa way, but more in a "for some reason, I got a philosopher stone and revive my father using alchemy, without losing an arm or a leg" kinda way, it was cool.
13. What talents do you have?
I love to say that my writing, but I kinda trained that skill, so I'm gonna go with like, blessings from God LOL.
Cooking
Baking
Basketball
Physics
and last but not least, Math.
14. Are you psychic in any way?
nope.
15. Favorite song?
You did a top 5, so, now it's my turn.
5 - Backstreet Boys - I want it that way
4 - Anthony Ramos, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Jon Rua, Leslie Odom, Jr. & Original Broadway Cast of “Hamilton” - Ten Duel Commandments
3 - Panic at the Disco! - I write sins not tragedies
2 - Sabrina Carpenter - Alien
1 - Foo Fighters - Walk
16. Favorite movie?
This one is easier, Coach Carter, I love that movie.
18. Do you want children?
Hell yes, baby.
20. Are you religious?
I am.
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?
Yes, drinking in a public park, at 2 A.M. with a few friends.
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
2 actually, I mean, Chilean Celebs, both during the year my Dad put me on Tennis classes, we receive a master class on doubles from Nicolas Massu and Fernando Gonzales, who won Gold on Athenas 2004 on doubles.
28. What type of music do you like?
Just like Lou Bega on Mambo N°5, I'm like, a little bit of everything in my life, because music is love.
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
Yes, and it's actually really comfortable.
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
2.
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
Over my belly.
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
500 ml of a Raspberry, Celery, Banana, and Yogurt smoothie, bread with cheese, 500 ml of water, because you need to stay hydrated.
34. Have you ever fired a gun?
Yes, and it was awesome. Did I try to pull a "wanted" curve bullet? yes. Did I fail? yes to that too.
35. Have you ever tried archery?
The main reason I was in the range, anime made me very interested in archery, which ends up in me practicing for a few years.
36. Favorite clean word?
Food.
37. Favorite swear word?
Motherfucker.
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
3 days.
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
No idea, if I had, then that person was really good on the secret part, because never had a clue, on the other side, I have the awareness of a rock when it comes to that kind of things.
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
I try, I fail to do, but I try LOL.
45. What is your favorite accent?
Russian, for some reason, that feels like the coolest accent ever.
46. What is your personality type?
ISTJ BABY!!! AGUANTE LA LOGICA HERMANO
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
Tailored dark grey suit, with a tailored white shirt, a black tie, and a pair of cufflinks with the letter B on them.
49. Are you an innie or an outie?
I guess this is for staying in or outside the house, right? Then I'm an Innie, I love to stay at home, watch movies and tv shows, like, that's the life.
50. Left or right-handed?
both, ambidextrous
51. Are you scared of spiders?
Yes, but I vowed my life to exterminate every one of those scary 8 legged bastards that ever cross my way, also, the main reason I would never put a foot in Australia.
52. Favorite food?
To cook? Christmas Turkey
To eat? Fried Chicken.
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
I'm messy, but I do my best, does that count?
55. Most used phrased?
Life's not fair, it's just life.
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
7 minutes.
60. Do you talk to yourself?
I do, that's also, one of my writing methods LOL
61. Do you sing to yourself?
All-day.
63. Biggest Fear?
Syringes.
66. Do you like long or short hair?
I mean, both are cool, but since Tangled, I kinda enjoy long hair, like, it's really fun to braid it? my niece always asked, and I always refused, but after that movie, man, it's really relaxing and fun.
68. Favorite school subject?
Math and Physics.
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
IRL, introvert, Online, extrovert, makes sense?
71. What makes you nervous?
Syringes
72. Are you scared of the dark?
Nope, the best and funniest stories are made in the dark.
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
I do.
74. Are you ticklish?
Yes.
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
Yes, I have.
77. Have you ever drank underage?
Yes.
79. Who was your first real crush?
I guess not a TV Show character, I even remember her name LOL her name was Cheryl, and her last name, I will leave that in mystery.
82. How fast can you type?
If I know what I have to write, really fast.
84. What color is your hair?
Brown
85. What color are your eyes?
Brown
88. What do your parents do?
Both my parents are teachers. My mom is an English Teacher, and my Father was a Math Teacher.
89. Do you like your age?
Of course, I do, I loved every year I've been alive.
90. What makes you angry?
People who always arrive late, like, for fuck's sake, it's no hard get in time to a place.
91. Do you like your own name?
I do.
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?
Both.
94. What are your strengths?
Like Hal Jordan himself, my will, and like Lucas Friar, I'm also strong as a horse.
95. What are your weaknesses?
Fear of failure.
97. Were your ancestor's royalty?
Not royalty exactly, but my great grandfather was a count in France.
100. Color of your room?
Grey baby
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modern!george x reader
request: can you do a fanfic with the reader and george like dating in this century??
a/n: lowkey wanna do this a headcannon
pairing: modern!geo x reader
summary: request but in headcannons
year: 2020 (ew wtf its 2020)
word count: 170
okay so on tiktok i found this girl who takes photos of concerts and i have to do it like this
so that’s how you met
he wouldnt stop staring at your camera and getting close to you
so he had to get you to come to the after party
and you do
fun night, you end up exchanging numbers
then you find him on tiktok ‘cause im addicted to it
the first date is at a cute coffee shop full of plants
then he takes you to a garden and you read books all-day
you have a youtube channel and ur followers go crazy when they start seeing a new man in the back of your videos
and tiktok followers also go crazy when they see the mysterious man in your flat when you goofily dance in front of the camera
when you two move in together and get a house (Friar Park) he joins ur channel
most videos are about your photos, his music or plants
wholesome couple
tag list;
@thebeatleswritings @beatlevmania @i-love-queen-3000 @brians-metaphor26 @honimello @julessworldd @storiesfrommirkwood @beatles-babee @geostarr @thiccjelly17 @crab-king-69 @in-the-frap-of-the-gods @psychosupernatural @fiesta-freddie
#george harrison#george harrison x reader#george harrison fluff#modern!george harrison#the beatles#the beatles x reader#the beatles fluff#modern!the beatles
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Fanfic questions. I got a bunch for you: 51, 50, 47, 45, 42, 40, 39, 34, 32, 27, 26, 23, 9, 8, 3, 1
Thanks so much for the ask @noisypaintersong! I’m sorry it took me forever to get to these! I really love doing these things though, and you’re the only one who asks me stuff *pouts*, so thank you for enabling me!
1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?
My very firstfandom was The Hardy Boys back when I was 12 or 13. I read a couple of HardyBoys books in my native language when I was on a trip with my parents and lovedthe characters so much that I was immediately hooked (incidentally, this isalso when I discovered my love for h/c). Unfortunately, there were only twelveHardy Boys books published and I thought that was that. Until the internethappened (which was around the same time) and I discovered there were SO MANYMORE Hardy Boys books out there! I didn’t care they were in English. I bought afew, grabbed a dictionary, and basically taught myself how to read English. TheHardy Boys fandom holds so many good memories for me, I still go back and rereadmy favourite HB fics every once in a while.
3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involvedin?
I guess HardyBoys. Such warm and welcoming people, which was exactly what I needed at thetime. Hm…and maybe Stargate Atlantis, because of the plethora of quality Sheppard whumpfics ;)
8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?
That was actually @velkynkarma ‘s fault :) I knew her from the Young Justice fandom, and then Isaw her start posting Voltron stuff. I knew she has good taste, so I decided tocheck out the show and ended up loving it, though I didn’t get particularlyfannish about it until season 2.
9. What are the best things about your current fandom?
I love that thefandom is just so incredibly active and ALIVE. So much good content and so manypeople with great theories and meta. Also, just the characters and the showitself. Keith has completely stolen my heart.
23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’reespecially fond of & explain why you like it.
I think Devotion is the YJ ficI’m most fond of, probably because it was the easiest fic for me to write todate. I tend to struggle A LOT when writing, which is one of the reasons whyI’m such a slow writer, but for some reason Devotion just seemed to writeitself.
I have to admitthough that I actually really like my most recent Voltron fic In the Hands of Hatred.It’s my first ever (and maybe only) multi-chapter Voltron fic and even though Ireally struggled with it at times, I like how it turned out.
26. How do you come up with your fanfic titles?
Heh. WELL. Havingto come up with fanfic titles is the bane of my existence! I’m only slightlyexaggerating. I’ve tried using song lyrics and quotes from poems, but that’snever worked for me. Usually I end up using a word that I feel captures the themeor tone of the story (you’ll notice that most of my fics have one-word titles).In the Hands of Hatred is anexception, both in that it’s obviously not a one-word title but also in that itcame to me fairly early on in the writing process (although originally it wasIn the Arms of Hatred, until my awesome beta suggested using “hands”instead of “arms”).
27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles orwriting summaries?
I hate writingsummaries, but I have to say I hate having to come up with a title even more.32. Do you listen to music when you write or doesmusic inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?
It depends on themood I’m in and on how focused I am. When I’m focused, I love listening tomusic when I write, particularly these epic, energetic, intense/dramatic songs,like Sia’s The Greatest and Unstoppable, Imagine Dragon’s Demons, Linkin Park’s Numb, etc.
When myconcentration’s flagging though, I have to turn the music off or it’ll become adistraction. Music definitely inspires me though.
34. What’s the word count on your longest fic?
22,917 (In theHands of Hatred).
39. What is your greatest strength as a writer?
Ooooh boy. Uh… Idon’t know if I’m necessarily good at it, but my favourite things to write arecharacter interactions; characters showing how much they care about each other.I mean, I’m definitely not good at writing these big, emotional scenes – I liketo keep things understated and prefer to have characters showing each other howmuch they care, rather than have them declare their undying love for one another.
40. What do you struggle the most with in yourwriting?
Plotty stuff.There’s a reason why my longest fic is only barely 20K. I suck at logicalthinking and making decisions and Ijust tend to handwave a lot.
42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who areamazing:
Jeez, only five? :(
Black Friar – she writes the most AMAZING whump fic.Seriously. She has a ton of Young Justice fics up, and has just finishedwriting her first (also amazing) Voltron fic Casting Shadows.
@velkynkarma – she’s written some of my favourite Keith whump fics,like Pillar in the Dark.
Mikimoo – I LOVEher Batfam fics. I tend to skip the shippy stuff, but ooooh boy, does she writegood Dick whump!
APendingThought –she’s written some great Voltron and YJ fics (featuring Keith and Dick whump,respectively ;)).
Yet_intrepid – I knowshe tends to write Shiro-centric fic, but she’s also written some exceptional(and heart-breaking) Keith whump.
45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?
Okay, I’m nevergoing to be able to pick just one fic, so:
Voltron
For now I thinkI’m gonna go with @velkynkarma’s Pillar in the Dark. But I also LOVE chapter 5of Knights of Lion (I’ve reread it several times now).
Young Justice
Black Friar’s OfMonsters and Men. Hands down. Well. And Coming of Rage, also by Black Friar.
Batfam
Mikimoo’s And ifI Recover and This Night.
Hardy Boys
Stormwatcher’s ADangerous Summer. Or rather, her entire Telepathy series. Her website is downat the moment, but I’ll edit in a link later. This is a series that I just keepcoming back to, no matter what fandom I’m in.
47. Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr -where do you prefer to post and why?
I prefer AO3,because I like the tagging system and it’s easy to organize stuff, but I haveto admit that it seems that people on Fanfiction.net are more likely to leavereviews? I dunno, I always seem to get more reviews on my fics on ffnet than onAO3.
As for Tumblr, IHATE posting fic on Tumblr, so I tend to just post a link to AO3.
50. How did you get into reading and/or writingfanfiction?
This is actuallyalso linked to The Hardy Boys! As I said above, I initially only had 12 HBbooks to read, but when I discovered the internet, I also very quicklydiscovered the world of fanfiction. And was hooked straight away.
51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate inthe world of fanfiction! Go!
I love, love,love that hurt/comfort is an actual thing/genre in the world of fanfiction.It’s something you’ll rarely find in mainstream media, which, honestly, is oneof the reasons why I read very few actual books these days.
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LOT Chat Summaries (Sep-Oct)
Sorry this took so long! Find below the LOT Chat Summaries for the chats held on 16 September and 1 October. Includes the song recs and fanfic/fanart etc moments we’d like to see, as mentioned in the chats :-)
Episode 1
A gifset of Kendra flying, a flashback to a sepia-toned image, and then her saying “not another flashback
Gifset of Kendra saying she dumped Carter
One with Mick and Nate, with nate realising he’s travelling on his own
Something of Nate waving his pencil in Oliver’s face and complaining about his thesis
Run Boy Run by Woodkid
Don’t Let ‘Em Grind You Down by motörhead for Nate
Dust in the Wind by Kansas for Mick
Centuries by FOB just in general
Do it like a Dude for Queen Bee
Europa - Globus should be for WWII
40s music! There’s Torched Song from the L.A. Noire soundtrack and it’s so good for Mick
You Turn Me Right Round for the Lichtenstein anomaly
Hello by Adele for Coldwave
Postmodern Jukebox
for the 40s in France music, there should definitely be Le Temps des Cerises
Legendary by Welshly Arms for the rewrite in general
Welshly Arms - Legendary for the whole season
"Look What you made me do” theme for the Legion
Our Corner of the Universe by KS Rhoads for Team Legends
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjiupe-odRQ Goldberg Variations
“Sexual Healing” for Queen Anne/Sara…
“House of Memories” by Panic at the Disco for 2 or 3
way to the future by kate herzig
Episode 2
Bambi
Bambi and Ray eating together
Ratigan riding bambi at one point
Bambi meeting Ratigan
Bambi in the remains of the other raptors
Ratigan standing on Bambis head, pointing one paw: ONWARDS, Waverider in the background, Ray and Mick screaming of screen “Come back you little shits!”, “Join the Legends of Tomorrow” text above, “Save the Timeline” underneath, think like an old style Soviet propaganda poster, Waverider in the background, Ratigan and Bambi up front, “Join the Legends of Tomorrow” text above, “Save the Timeline” underneath
Coldwave song idea- Whispers by Dave Baxter)
Angel with a shotgun (for song choices)
gregorian monks chanting modern songs?
Pull the monks from Monty Python
For Ray: “I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts”
Gregorian version of “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”
“I walk a lonely road” = Ray having a moment
We are the monks from the Galavant soundtrack
I’m a different kind of princess from the galavant soundtrack for Sara
Mick telling Jax to fly because he’s already had whiskey
Jax and Stein in the infirmary
More of Kendra’s incarnation’s story
Hotblooded for Mick
Fireball
arsonist’s lullaby
Sir Patrick Stewart played the Lionheart once
coldwave - fate don’t know you by desi valentine
a version of friar tuck as one of the monks
Jurassic Park theme
Jon Bernthal’s character would be good for Peter
“Istanbul not Constantinople” by They Might Be Giants
“Jerusalem of Gold” by Ofra Haza
“Lanercost” by Steeleye Span
Episode 3
Ginnifer Goodwin as Nancy wake?
Melanie Lynskey for Nancy
Amaya and Sara’s conversations
The moment where Nate shouts “NANCY WAKE?!?”
le temps des cerises europa
fanart of that fight scene with everyone
Edith Piaf
Europa by Globus
“Le Temps des Cerises”
“La Vie En Rose” by Edith Piaf
In the Mood" by Glen Miller
la marsaillaise by edith piaf
The jukebox version of Seven Nation Army
Sentimental Journey by Doris Day for Amaya
Cover of paper planes done in a '40s style by jukebox
Hitler Has Only Got One Ball to the Colonel Bogey’s March
Nancy Wake’s song is Witness by Mindless Self Indulgence
Episode 4
Watch Your Back by Sam Tinnesz for the second half with Eobard
Fanart of the moment Eo brings back Laurel
Sara and Laurel in the med bay
Pink Floyd’s Another Brick in the Wall, possibly some ominous cover version, for the villains’ evil wall related schemes
Sara and Eobard drinking together
Every Breath You Take by Chase Holfeder. He does great minor covers of songs in major keys
99 Luftballoons by Nena
Something with Stein giving Marty his talking to, in the middle of the crowds in Berlin
Kim Weston – You hit Me Where It Hurts
The Ramones – Never Should Have Opened That Door
It’s So Easy when you’re evil
Rotten to the Core Disney movie descendants
When You’re Evil" by Voltaire for the Legion
Episode 5
Faroese Valravn or German Faun’s music
Mick Rory with the viking horns
Lisa
Wagner
Gunlod singing at the battle
ride of the valkyries
Looking too Closely by Fink for the end
Faun’s Walpurgisnacht would fit
fanart (gifset if possible) of Jax and Gunlod, being all flirty
Valravn has a version of Drømte mig en drøm
Jakob Oftebro for King Sweyn
Never Forget by Greta Salome
the fires
Mick headbutting the viking with his horned helmet
Paprika Steen or Hella Joof for Adisla
everybody talking to Lisa about their memories of Len, like one of those pics, with the bonfire and everyone around it, in the centre of the page, and then everyone’s memories in a circle around it
Eivør Pálsdóttir for Gunlød
“For the Love of a Princess "James Horner https://youtu.be/fckH2P0KK14
Episode 6
Uh, all of it
fancasts for our robot gangster
brent spiner
THE VOICE OF K2-SO whatshisname
Alan Tudyk
James Spader
we should just have ALL the famous robot actors hanging out
C3PO too
R2D2 and BB8
something frank sinatra
mission impossible theme
Robot Parade
"Mr Roboto”
A mix of Mission Impossible and the LoT theme
There’s a french revolution documentary with a song called rise of robespierre that sounds very steampunk and mechanical
Mick in his fireman clothes
the song from anything goes where she’s singing about her gangsters
Lisa kneeing Ray in the balls? like, I love Ray
like, every moment of lisa
“Weird Science” for the Stein/Dr Metcalf argument by Oingo Bongo
The Last of the Real Ones by FOB
Episode 7
Cisco getting thumbs up from Felicity and Winn when Lisa winks at him as she’s walking off
X-files theme somewhere along the way
seven nation army the original version would be good there
“Space Girl” for all the girls
salute by little mix for the girls
“Science Fiction Double Feature”
Episode 8
it’s a kind of magic
Lupita Nyong'o for Queen Bee
Magic Man" by Heart
Angela Basset
Taraji P Henson
viola davis
jada pinkett smith
Constantine interacting with the Legends
Something with the legends standing outside Zatanna’s place, looking frustrated at her “I’m not here” sign
Episode 9
Mick and Georgie, anything and everything with them
Is Anybody There from 1776
One of those things that fly across your dash with Ray and his rocket boot
Battle of Yorktown
fanart of that first confrontation when they meet Rip for the first time
Fanart of Washington’s ridiculous height
Georgie and Mick towering over everyone
Sara realising she just knocked back Martha’s eggnog and is actually talking to George Washington
Joke suggestion for Rip: I knew you were trouble, Taylor Swift
For Georgie storyarc, the Too Late to Apologize cover
mama look sharp from 1776
for Mick and Len and the hallucination arc, “Drumming Song” Florence and the Machine
“White Rabbit” Jefferson Airplane for Ray’s shrinking arc
"The Battle of New Orleans"
Episode 10
black sails intro
pirates OST
Ray’s costume trials need “Sharp dressed man”
There’s a lovely cover by Jo Dee Messina
“Yo Ho A Pirate’s Life for Me”
Wolves of the Sea by Pirates of the Sea, the Eurovision version
Assassin’s Creed Black Flag music
I’m a Modern Major General for Stein in disguise
Heroes by Måns Zelmerlöw for the legends at some point in some episode
Ray’s montage fanart
something from crouching tiger hidden dragon maybe
Ray dressing as blue beetle and everyone looking thoroughly unimpressed
Ray trying to be Cold, and Mick of taking back the cold gun
Mick and Ray arguing about pirates vs ninjas and Len in the back, very very frustrated
Fanart of what would happen if Len COULD change outfits at will, mick looks over and has to try not laughing if len could change outfits, Len shows up in a terrible pirate outfit, Mick spit-takes, Ray says “we have to re-shoot that”, Sara (from offscreen): “Where did you even GET that?”
Ming-Na Wen for Ching, Maggie Cheung, Michelle Yeoh, Fan Bingbing
Episode 11
Mick in shorts
“Down Under” by Men at Work, maybe for the sequence where Mick is being mistaken for an Aussie
fanart of that scene and also of everybody in their clothes
Everybody Wants To Rule the World by Tears for Fears
all the bad fashion
lost boys soundtrack
fanart of the intro scene of bby Mick and Len
people are strange by the doors; don’t cry little sister
Weird Al’s “Smells Like Nirvana” for the section that goes
we didn’t start the fire
Ngaire - Keisha Castle-Hughes
Episode 12
the alien theme
Sort of atmospheric background music
skittering noises
Space Girl
Ziggy Stardust
Lost in Space theme
Thus Spake Zarathusa
cold as ice for Len
AIDA from Agents of Shield in part inspired Grace, but she’s not the fancast
major tom
sigourney weaver as the engineer
for fanfic, something about Mick as Chronos, or Rip and Miranda hearing the story of the Mosaic
The moment with the Captain is saving Mick
Len and Gideon
The ghost behind Sara, and of Medusa!Grace
scaredy cat Stein
Sara and Mick sharing the quiet moment next to the graves
From Space girl: “Travelled through the time warp in the Psycho Plan”
Len shouting at Mick not to go on the other ship
Episode 13
Some ironic/dark use of something from the Evita musical
Don’t cry for me, Argentina
Mercedes Sosa
Solo le pido a dios
Churros. Any pic set of this episode must include churros.
Saved the world by eurythimics
copa la vida by ricky martin, maybe for the sequence with the soccer reference
under my umbrella aka, “Bus Stop” by the Hollies
The Legion surrounded by umbrellas
when Mick and the others are in the bakery
Fanart of Len, Thawne and Dahrk replicating the Singing In The Rain poster
Episode 14
fanart of Amaya dancing while Jax looks on like a proud brother
Greensleeves
Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Henry
Pasttime in Good Company
Brian Blessed
Eric Bana
Sean Astin
Mick sitting alone in the garden with his lighter while len looks at him sadly
the globe burning
Sara dancing with Henry, and amaya in the back like….oh shit
Burning Down The House
Talking Heads
Royals by Lorde
Sons of Serendip
Fanart of Sara and Amaya trying to get dressed
Natalie Dormer as Ann, Natalie Portman
prison themed music for the dungeon scene
Johnny Cash
lone blues harmonica
Mood board for henry and anne (+sara)
Episode 15
New york new york
All the old Irish songs about New York
Streets of New York
Pogues and Flogging Molly
Wolfe Tones
the legion in their “hq”
Queen Been in a barbershop chair
Amaya carrying Sara with spirit wings behind her.
Legion!Len being pissed at racists
Some dramatic baroque-layout style picture of the mob about to start, and the only points of colour in the pic are Sara, Amaya, and Darhk
Lily fanart
her and Rip working together to guide the team from the Waverider
Stein helping a tiny Lily make her first atom model
Episode 16
annoying game show background music
A montage set to the actual Legends of the Hidden Temple, or art with the Legends and Legion wearing those dorky outfits
Benny Hill theme song
The Chicken Dance song played in slow mo
theme from Gremlins
Someone who does podcasts needs to do some lines from the announcers
Fanart of the renegades first appearance
Fan art of affronted Mick and Len
Those (song) in Minor Key posts, Maybe the Benny Hill theme in minor key for dramatic parts
Stephen Fry would probably be perfect for Ethelred
Some of the challenges in the labyrinth should come with really annoying early computer game sounds
Art of the game in the style of one of those old crappy text RPGs and at one point, there’s a sign off to the side that says “don’t go this way - you will be eaten by a grue”
The whole Legends in The Future, yelling at a computer
16 or 32-bit version of the characters
in the year 2525 (song)
Episode 17
it's gotta be cassette quality 90's music
Green Day
Aqua barbie girl
drunk Legends
Spice Girls
lots of Madonna and Prince and Maria Carey
Jax and Jessica duke it out at the whack a mole
all the home alone sequences
Sound of Silence for the “Hello Darhk-ness my old friend” part
O!Len realising L!Len can see him
Jessica - Gina Rodriguez
“I put a spell on you” for the final sequence with Queen Bee
Any Jax/Jessica photoset would need their respective dolls
Episode 18
music rec: we will rock you. Nothing else will do for Sara’s gladiator appearance
the woman who played Lucilla in Gladiator for Fulvia
Centuries
Marc Antony, the guy who played him in Rome did it
Is Anybody There from 1776 musical
Rome, Spartacus, The Gladiator soundtracks
Sara fighting Darhk
EVERYONE in ancient Rome outfits
Legionnaire!Len
Kendra and Fulvia, lounging on their seats
Legion!Len in his toga
Having scenes from this episode using dialogue from Life Of Brian.
Kendra in Rome getup
Always Look on the Bright Side of Life
Episode 19
Camelot from Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Len’s ice ramp
Old school superhero comic style fan art of the knights
Joan (song)
everyone dressed up for dinner
Mick and Mordred
Colin Farrell for Jason Blood
Merlin - Taika Waititi
Eva Green for Morgana
Sofia Boutella for Nimue
Ivana Baquero ystina
Faun's Tanz mit mir for the party scene
Doomworld 1 & 2
crossover fan art of a certain Victor von Doom being angry with the Legion
It’s the End of the World as We Know It
Eurythmics "Sweet dreams are made of this"
Walking on the Ground
for Batman, Batfleck, Jason O’Mara
B: TAS theme
Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny"
Nathan Fillion - Hal
Don’t Mess With Me by Temposhark
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" by Cage the Elephant
Ted - Danny Pudi
Everyone decked out in their doomworld versions
The fight between Mick, L!Len, and then the lanterns show up
all by myself to be playing in the background at the very end when Mick is left alone
Land of Confusion by Genesis, or the Disturbia version
Uprising by Muse
Believer by Imagine Dragons
Last Episode
Fan art of Bambi leaping joyfully into Ray’s arms
A gif set of Mick and Len hugging
fanart, specifically, of Ray and Bambi skipping through a field of flowers towards each other as “So Happy Together” plays in the background
everyone hugging Len, then Len and Mick hugging
A sweet piece of Sara and Laurel talking through the inter-dimensional skype
O!Len holding the spear, with the team in the back yelling at him not to do it
The sequence where the jump ship explodes in the middle of the time stream
we are the champions
Legendary
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FanFic: The 3 B’s & 3 Little Words
Happy belated Birthday to @shebe67 !
She requested a fluffy drabble…. So prepare yourself for the fluffiest drabble you can imagine. 😝The cheese factor is reminiscent of a fondue…. so grab some 🍷 to enjoy with the 🧀 that follows. 😆🤣😆
The 3 B’s? Bean, Bear & Baseball
Lucas all but runs to Riley’s house. He is excited at the idea of being able to hang out and watch the game together… just the two of them. It has been ages since they have had any alone time…their friends are always there. He loves their friends but some days, wishes they would all just go away.
Before he can knock, Riley opens the door pulls him in and quickly shuts the door.
They stand in the foyer smiling at each other.
“Hey Bean” Lucas greets her with a smirk.
“Hey Bear” Riley replies with a grin.
Lucas steps forward and leans in to give her a quick kiss hello, just as his lips are about to meet hers, he pauses.
“Waiting for anything in particular?” Riley asks with a soft chuckle.
“This is usually when your dad starts faking a heart attack or one of our “friends” interrupts”
“It’s just us Lucas. No interruptions”
“Well, in that case…” he trails off as he pulls he into his embrace and lowers his lips to hers.
“Hi” he whispers as he lifts his head
“Hey” she replies with a dazed smile.
They both stand there lost in the moment…grateful to have this time together.
Riley grabs Lucas by the hand and pulls him to the couch.
“Game starts soon” she announces as they sit down and she cuddles into his side.
“Should be a great one. Though I’m still trying to figure out how you got out of going.”
“My mom helped. She and I were talking and I mentioned that it’s frustrating that you and I never get to spend any time together alone. She was the one who suggested that I skip the game & watch it with you”
“Really? I’m glad your mom had the idea and I’m glad she trusts that we won’t behave inappropriately”
“She knows we won’t. I think deep down my dad knows it too but he will never admit it.”
Lucas looks around the room and lets out a laugh “It may take a bit before I stop looking for someone to jump out and tell me to leave you alone”
“You are being silly. It’s just us and I promise I don’t want you to leave me alone.” Riley explains as she lifts his arm and puts it over her shoulders.
Lucas pulls her in close and starts to play with her fingers.
“So Mizzzz Matthews, what are the terms of our bet?”
“If my team wins…. when my team wins, you will wear my pink I love the NY Mets hat, scarf and bag to school.”
“Since my team is going to win, you will have to wear my Yankees hoodie to school.”
“Wait. The one you are wearing now?”
“Yes”
“So your prize is me wearing your hoodie? That’s it?”
“Bean? You wearing my hoodie with my name on it? The PERFECT prize. You know I love it when you wear my stuff”
“Oh, I get it. Your name and number are on the back- so it’s your way of sending a message…. isn’t it?”
Lucas raises their clasped hands to his lips and with a smirk announces “You know it” before kissing her hand. When she starts to giggle, he mimics Gomez Adams and kisses his way up her arm, ending with a brief peck on her lips. He has waited months to hear her giggle like that. At that moment, he feels 10 feet tall.
“Have to tell you Bean. I’m going to get spoiled having you all to myself today. We’ve been together a few weeks and this is the longest we have been alone”
“I know it is. It bothers me too you know. I’m happy you’re here. I’ll be even happier when my team wins” she boasted.
“Your team wins? Think again, Princess. Your team is not going to win” he responds as he starts to tickle her side.
“Lucas! Stop that” she stammers out as she laughs uncontrollably.
He pulls her head to his shoulder and wraps her in his embrace “Sorry Ri. I love to hear you laugh and you have to admit that what you said is pretty funny”
“I’ll do no such thing. You’re going to look extra cute in my Mets stuff tomorrow”
Lucas rolls his eyes as they settle in to watch the game.
It was an intense game, the score went back and forth, it seemed like the lead changed hands every inning. Riley and Lucas both cheered on their team as they stayed wrapped in each other. For them, it was a perfect afternoon. Lots of cuddle time, a few kisses and plenty of teasing.
In fact, they enjoyed themselves so much, they were trying to figure out when they could swing alone time again.
During a commercial break in the 9th inning, Riley ran to the bathroom and on her way back- stopped to text her mom
Lucas sat on the couch, thankful for all of the “Liley” time they were enjoying. There was a time, not so long ago, when he worried whether they would ever be this relaxed around each other again. He was beyond happy at how things were going. The one thing that he found he could never explain to anyone… Riley “fit”… always did. He never felt like he couldn’t be who he was when they were together. Their friends would constantly tease her about being goofy, truth be told, he was just as goofy as she was. He would get even sillier the more she laughed, he’s convinced that it is his favorite sound.
He sits up a bit straighter and grabs the remote as she walks back in the room.
“Ok… this could be it. It’s the bottom of the 9th… the score is tied at 7…. Mr. Wright is leading off the inning” Riley’s grin gets wider when she mentions David Wright.
“Alright, settle down Bean. No heart eyes for another guy in front of me please” Lucas growls with a mock scowl on his face.
“Sorry Bear. I can’t help it. He’s my favorite” Riley tries to appear contrite but her megawatt smile gives her away.
“I’m supposed to be your favorite” he mumbles as she rejoins him on the couch.
“You think that.” She snarks with a smile.
A devious plan forms in his mind, just as David starts his swing, Lucas pauses the game.
“I’M your favorite!! Say it!” Lucas sing songs.
“Lucas!! What are you doing?! Hit the play button!!” Riley tries to grab the remote from his hand.
Lucas jumps up and holds it over his head
“Say it! Say Lucas Friar is my favorite”
Riley tries to grab his arm and pull it down so she can get the remote (if she shivers a little at the size of his arms- no one needs to know)
“I’m not saying that! Now give me the remote you jerk! You are so lucky I love you otherwise, I would be kicking your butt!”
Lucas slowly lowers his arm as he says “what?”
Riley realizing what she said starts to panic. She knows it’s how she feels, she just wasn’t ready to say it yet.
“Erm, I should be kicking your butt?”
“No, the other part.”
“You’re a jerk?”
Lucas hits play as he throw the remote onto the couch “No, the other part”
When she looks at him quizzically he sighs and pulls her into his arms “I love you too, Bean.”
Riley grins as she looks up at him “no threats?”
“Nah… I’m too happy to threaten you right now or to care about the fact that I lost the bet because Wright hit it out of the park”
“He’s not the only one.” She murmurs as she pulls his face to hers for a kiss.
Cory and Auggie walk in the living room, talking excitedly about the end of the game. Cory stops short when he sees Lucas on the couch with a napping Riley on his chest.
“You” Cory whispers
“Me” Lucas whispers in return.
“Did she see Wright’s home run?”
“Yes sir, she did”
Cory nods his head and walks into the kitchen.
Riley stirs in his arms, looks up at him and whispers “You didn’t tell him I only saw it on the replay.”
“Yeah…no. I intend to leave here with both shoes on”
“And don’t forget my pink I love the NY Mets hat” Riley giggles
“No worries Bean… I’m not likely to forget anything about today”
Riley kisses his cheek and resettles into her “napping” spot.
The next day at school, the guys are teasing Lucas for the I love the Mets stuff but he doesn’t react at all. He’s too busy enjoying the sight of the girl he loves (and who loves him back) walking around in his hoodie.
#rucas 365 rucas fanfic happy birthday @shebe67 you asked for fluffy...I hope this was fluffy enough
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The Cinderella Promise (RUCAS AU) - Chapter 0.5
Riley Matthews went to Las Vegas for her best friend and her Uncle’s joint Bachelor/Bachelorette party, but fearing that she would never find happiness she hides out in the hotel bar drinking away her sorrows. While there she meets a handsome stranger with a proposition that would change her life.
Billionaire Businessman Lucas Friar went to Vegas for a business meeting, but after being denied the CEO position at his family’s company, for being known as a player/heart-breaker, he comes up with a plan to win them over if only he finds the perfect “wife” to play the part.
One year was all he asked for, once the clock strikes twelve on their one-year anniversary they would go their separate ways.
But what happens with they start to fall for one another?
A/N - This is the set up to the story, although the story as a whole is a RUCAS fanfic, Joshaya plays a role in how things started, so of course I wanted to write a beginning for them.
Chapter 0.5 – Maya and Josh’s Story
Maya could always remember the first time she met her best friend’s Uncle, the memory was imprinted on her mind because it was at that moment when she knew the he was going to change her life. They were seven years old at the time, they were camping out in Riley’s living room watching cartoons after a sleepover when Riley’s grandparents walked in with this brown hair little boy who smiled when he walked through the door and brought the earth to a standstill. At seven she thought it was just a childhood crush, as she watched him jump on top of Riley, as he picked up his nephew and made baby faces at the newborn. His parents were there to tell them that they were moving to the city, his father had been offered the chance at making his outdoor goods store into a franchise and they decided to move to New York because they would be closer to their children, and grandchildren. Josh would be starting at their school that fall, he was nine at the time and he wasn’t happy about losing his friends but he loved his older brother so he was alright with the move as long as he got to see him more often.
Maya never told him that she liked him when she was only seven, at the time he thought kissing girls was gross, and would often throw worms in their hair laughing about it as he ran away from them. Josh lived down the street from Riley on the same block of brownstones, his room had a bay window just like his best friend but his window wasn’t purple with butterflies, it was blue and white and filled with his skateboard or whatever he threw on there when he got home. She knew this because they would go home together the three of them and Josh would invite them over only to make them watch horror movies. He didn’t know those were her favorite kind of movies but she tried to act like Riley who normally hid under his bed right after the first jump scare, but instead she would snuggle up close to him trying to act disinterested and scared.
Maya remembered the first time she confessed her feelings to him, she was thirteen and it was raining outside as they were walking home. Riley had stayed behind helping her father while Josh walked her home. They were under the awing of a nearby store waiting out the downpour, it was the first day of summer and school would be over in a week, but it was scorching hot outside and the rain was making her hair stand on end. Josh was smiling because he loved running, he was on the track team at the high school but he often went to the middle school to visit his brother. They barely saw one another since he moved up to high school but she liked it when she saw him because it just made the feeling sweeter. He had looked down at her, she was soaked from the rain, and smiled and she blurted out the feeling she had been holding in since she was seven years old.
“Josh I like you,” she said hopeful.
He had smiled, “I like you too kiddo.”
She knew he meant that he liked her because she was Riley’s best friend but at that moment Maya knew that she needed to say what she really felt, but instead of saying the words again she stood on her toes and kissed him on the lips.
“That how I like you Josh,” she said before running away. She didn’t look back to see what his face looked like, she just kept running. Even after all of those years she would remember the day she first told him her feelings and how she gave him her first kiss. Whenever a thunderstorm comes to the city and the rain pours down on the heated cement she remembers that moment.
When she started High School the next year, it would be the first time she looked at Josh since that day. He hadn’t said anything to Riley about it and neither did she, it was a fleeting moment in time and she didn’t know if it had meant as much to him as it did to her. At that moment she was a freshman, and he was a junior, they were on opposite ends of the social ladder, and they hadn’t spoken to one another in a whole year. She stopped going to Matthews family holidays because she didn’t want him to reject her, and when she did go to their house she would hide every time he walked in through the door. She was brave all of the time but when it came to Josh she would cower under Riley’s bed, or in his closet. Riley had figured out that something was up but like the friend she was she helped Maya every time, until the day before school started when she said she wasn’t going to be her buffer anymore. Her best friend wanted her to grab on to her feelings and do something about the girlhood crush that had followed her into her teen years.
It was that first day of high school, when she was dressed in black skinny jeans and a yellow top where Josh had called her his sunshine. He had pulled her away from a smiling Riley after school and dragged her to a nearby park. To him she looked like the sun, with her halo of soft blonde curls and her beautiful smile. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his head since that rainy summer day but every time he tried to talk to her about it she wasn’t around. He had liked her since they first met, but because he had been a stupid boy he reacted the only way he could, he called her names and told her about cooties. He liked when she would cling to him during a horror movie but noticed that she was into the movie as much as he was. She had been trying to act like a scared little girl, but he knew better it was the reason they always watched horror movies even though his niece didn’t like them. He wanted those stolen moments with Maya even if it traumatized his niece.
The park was across the street from his sister-in-law’s bakery so that if everything went wrong he would be able to confide in his family about his heartbreak. At sixteen he had already known that Maya was to him what Topanga was to his brother Cory, but telling her was harder for him than he thought. He didn’t want her to stay away from him and he would do anything to see her even when she was hiding from him under Riley’s bed.
“Maya,” he said but the words were lost to him. He had rehearsed this moment in his mind every day since she had kissed him but at that moment he didn’t know what to say.
“Josh,” she said looking up at him. He knew that he could drown in her blue eyes, as though they were the ocean slowly drowning him, she took his breath away.
“Okay I need to say this and I don’t know if I can get the words out, or even if they did come out if they were the right words to say,” he started babbling. “Last year you told me you liked me, you kissed me and afterwards you left me without letting me say a word. At the time I was still a stupid boy, because I held back. I didn’t know if you were ready for these feelings so of course I treated you with kid gloves even though I wanted to tell you the truth. And I know we’re still kids but my brother always told me that I would find my soul mate, my Topanga, and I would know that I shouldn’t let her go.”
Maya took a deep breath and looked up at him, “Josh what are you trying to say?”
“I’m trying to say that I’ve liked you, ever since we were just little kids chasing each other in the park, while I threw worms at you because I let me friends tell me that girls were gross. I’ve liked you since we watched horror movies in my room and I knew you liked them as much as I did but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to let go of my arm, even though Riley hated every moment of the movie and I knew we were supposed to watch Disney movies but I didn’t do as I was told.”
Maya had looked at him that day as though the world had opened its doors to the possibility of them being together but Josh wanted forever with her even when he was just sixteen years old. Instead of letting her say anything he pulled her close and kissed her lips, relishing in the tenderness of the moment in a way that he hadn’t been able too when she had kissed him and ran away right after. It was a moment that he wanted to remember, she had been his first crush, his first kiss, his first moment under the bright sun that was Maya Hart.
That moment led to a million others for the two of them, they fought, and cried, they kissed and made up, they were stuck to each other from that moment forwards so many years later, at her college graduation he knew that the best present for all of her accomplishments would be the gift of himself. He proposed to her at that moment, her hair shining in the sun as the black cap and gown covered her up and she fanned herself in the summer heat. They walked together towards the graduation party at Topanga’s but were stuck when the sky opened up and poured water on their heads. Underneath the same awing where she had first kissed him and confessed her feelings, he got down on one knee and smiled up at the woman she had become, and the man he hoped he would be for her. At twenty-two, and twenty-four, with the whole world in front of them Josh proposed to the girl who had been a part of his life since he was a child. She had his heart from the first moment they had met and he didn’t want to let her go.
Although they wouldn’t get married for another couple of years they worked hard to create a life for each other. Josh went on to get his master’s degree in Engineering, Maya worked on her master’s in Art History, she worked in a gallery, he worked for the city. They lived in the apartment above the place where they had their first kiss, where he had proposed, only because he wanted their moments in the sun to be where everything first started.
Now she was twenty-six and he was twenty-eight, and he said to her that they should get married now because their lives had finally settled down, they were both in a good place with their careers, and Josh had his alone time with the woman he loved but he wanted a family with her now. So they planned their wedding and their joint bachelor and bachelorette parties, they wanted to have fun for one weekend before they walked down the aisle the next weekend. They were going to have another moment under the sunny sky that had brought them towards one another and the rain clouds that had sealed the deal. They wanted it to rain on their wedding day, because it would mean that the most important moments in their relationship were brought in with a thunderous cloud and wiped away any hardships they had faced before they moved closer together. It was their blessing because although many would say that Maya was the night for him she was the sun and the ocean, warming him every day, and surrounding his heart from every side.
#rucas#liley#au rucas#au liley#rucas fanfic#liley fanfic#gmw fanfic#the joshaya chapter#joshaya#maya hart#maya x josh#joshuamatthews#the cinderella promise#adult rucas#gmwfanfiction#thecinderellapromise
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Friar Park
(working title, or something)
George Harrison x gardener!reader
I’ll repost the parts so it’s a bit cleaner to read, but here’s what’s up so far:
Prologue and Chapter 1
Chapter 1 ctd
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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This George Harrison x gardener!reader fic is turning out to be a hell of an undertaking.
Here’s some more to be going on with, including Olivia being the loveliest queen!
I’m not sure if this is just the rest of Chapter 1, or if it should be a whole new chapter in itself.
Anyway, leaving where we left off…
We’ll be joining a team of eight other gardeners, mostly from our company. They’ve been at this estate for several years already, and my mind is soon busy pondering what the place could possibly be like. But whatever I pictured could not compare with what was appearing in front of me.
Trees. As far as the eye can see. For all I know, we’re driving into a forest and this was all a big joke and Pete’s just gonna dump me here and that’s the end for me.
He’s mumbling to himself and there seems to be something wrong.
“Now, who’zat, I wonder,” he thinks aloud, glaring at something further down the road from us, and soon he’s on his radio. After all these years he still insists on using the radio instead of a mobile phone while he’s working.
The voice on the other end of the radio belongs to Lynda, one of our seasoned teammates. She explains that there’s an oversized lorry occupying the service drive – the entrance we’d typically take – and so we’ll have to go around again and use the main entrance. The long way.
Pete’s eyebrows start dancing.
“That’s a bit o’ luck there, ent it? We don’t norm’ly go in the front way, so don’t get used to this, mate,” he squeaks, clearly aware of something still kept secret from me. We pull back out onto the main road and continue driving past more and more trees that tower over a tall fence.
I think he’s missed it. There’s no way there’s a house here.
We reach an intersection at the top of a sunny hill when Pete quietly points a finger to our left… and suddenly it all makes sense.
We’re greeted by a big iron gate flanked by white stone pillars with stripes of red brick. Behind it, a long red road seems to wind off into the trees and disappear. To the left, tucked behind some huge topiaries, there’s a bizarre Gothic-looking building with the same red and white stripes as the gate. I have no idea what it’s for, but it alone is twice the size of the house I grew up in.
Before I can fully catch my breath, there’s another exchange of words over the radio – this one built into a pillar – and the gate doors part for our trusty old van to rumble through. Was there a name on the gate? Damn, girl, pay attention!
The road takes us past more trees, and I wish Pete would slow down. I’m trying not to show how eager I am, but it’s hard to contain my excitement when, out of the driver’s side window, glimmers and twinkles of morning sunshine reflect off the surface of what appears to be a small lake. Where the hell are we??
I squint hard through the windscreen, spotting a number of spires. As we round the corner, we can see more of building itself and I face the truth: I was not ready.
With more turrets than I can count - all of them different to one another – and probably a few thousand windows, it’s a red and white castle. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think a magic goblin wizard lived here. It’s both bonkers and majestic at once.
I finally find the breath to speak:
“This is Friar Park.”
“Ah, y’know the place, do ye?” Pete’s casual tone brings me back to earth as we pull up and park across from an enormous stone doorway. “Well I ‘spect you’ll be familiar with its master, then.”
Before I can exhale another word, two female figures emerge from the shadow of the doorway. One I recognize as Lynda who’d been on the radio earlier, sporting a bucket hat with our company logo on the front. The other woman is wrapped in a housecoat, and her glossy black hair is held back in a clip. They’ve been chatting about something amusing, and soon wave us out of the van.
“So you’ve made it at last! Didn’t fall in the pond after all.” Lynda calls to us as we scramble from the van. Pete matches her wit - his accent now somehow heavier than usual – but their voices fade in favour of songbirds that flit among the treetops above us.
I hang back a few steps, and can’t choose where to look first. It’s as if a spell had been cast over me when we drove through the gate, and I’ve lost all ability to collect myself. I have to tear my upward gaze away from the surroundings in order to take in the countenance of the woman whose face I instantly recognize.
“Hello, I’m Olivia,” she almost sings from her dressing gown and slippers, extending a graceful hand toward me.
I take her hand and introduce myself in the steadiest voice I can muster.
“I’m so glad you’re here to join us,” she says warmly. “And somebody told me it’s your first big house? Is that right?”
“Sure, that. She’s fresh and limber,” laughs Pete. “Unlike some of us old bones, eh?”
He and Lynda share a hearty cackle, clearly one built on years of teamwork, camaraderie, and friendly bickering.
Olivia gently hands me a small brown paper gift bag, and meets my eyes.
“I know how nerve-wracking a first day can be,” she says sincerely, “And this old house can be pretty intimidating, but I want you to know that you’re very welcome here. And we hope you come to love it as much as we do.”
“I really don’t know what to say, I… I’m lost for words,” is about all I can get out, trying to focus on the charming woman in front of me. Her eyes lower to the bag I’m holding, and with a soft smile and nod she directs me to look inside.
I peek in and pull out a sturdy mug patterned with peonies and a filigree print.
Clasping her hands together at her chin, Olivia is the loveliest kind of adorable and sends me the brightest smile I’ve seen yet.
“We were going to put your initials on it but thought maybe that was a bit corny.”
Words have left me again, and all I can manage is an open-mouthed smile.
“It was my husband’s idea,” she continues. “He says no matter where he goes he always feels at home once he’s got a cup of tea.”
“He’s a wise man,” I concur, trying to settle my nerves but knowing very well who we’re referring to.
“Please thank him for me.”
Pete joins our exchange with a confident familiarity,
“Y’ought te thank ‘im yerself.”
What. What??
“Where is the ol’ devil this mornin’? Up in that there tower I ‘spect, hummin away.”
“George is having a lie-in this morning,” Olivia explains. “Early starts don’t come quite so easily to him these days, but he’ll be so glad to know you’re here.”
Me. That I’m here. I can’t imagine he’d spare even half a thought about me, but if what his wife is saying is true…
“Well, let’s crack on, then. That’s enough hangin’ ‘round.” barks Pete, eager to get started with the day’s work.
He and Lynda discuss where best to put me. They can see I’m a bit overwhelmed, especially when she mentions “aquatic features.” I inconspicuously mutter a “dear god, no!” at the thought of venturing so far beyond my capabilities.
I can just about feel my head settling back on my shoulders as reality sets in, and the weight of responsibility lands on top of me.
Olivia saves me with a laugh,
“Maybe something small to start? We won’t throw you in at the deep end! I can show you some spots that need a bit of care, and you tell me what you think. How’s that?”
Her confidence in me is startling as she skates back into the building, and it’s not long before we meet again, she in more sensible outdoor shoes, and me having rearranged my kit in the van. Lynda kindly offers to bring my mug to the gardener’s lodge back at the other entrance, anticipating an imminent First Day tea break.
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Just a quick at-home chapter today for
George Harrison x gardener!reader
Chapter 4
When I was much younger, I always liked being at home. The last hour of the school day was agonizingly slow, and it was only once I reached my front door that I felt I could finally breathe again. At home, I was safe. I could turn my room into a fantasy chamber and let my imagination run wild. All of my best scenes I acted out there. Standing in front of my mirror, I gave Oscars acceptance speeches, and practised lip-syncing for my debut music video. I sailed around the world aboard my pirate ship bed, and many Barbies braved the heights of my bookshelf cliffside.
That’s also where I spent hours with my head next to my stereo, trying to surround myself with the voices and music of The Beatles. I couldn’t tell which voice belonged to who for the longest time, but there were some songs I liked more than the others – maybe the lyrics were sweeter and made me blush, or the voice was somehow more charming or like a boy I might know in real life.
These days, home is where I hang my coat, eat, wash, and sleep. I can’t deny the profound effect Friar Park has had on me in just my first week. I’m almost praying this weekend away, for Monday to arrive and return me to my new life. Then I’m rudely awoken by my apartment rattling from a huge truck passing by outside my window. “This is real life, little girl,” it growls, “This is your reality.”
A disturbing discovery: this apartment isn’t much bigger than my childhood bedroom, about the size of the Friar Park pantry. No space for pirate adventures, but maybe…
Under my bed is excellent real estate for important storage, and I’m pretty sure my old stereo is here. Somewhere nearby is a box of old cds and cassettes my dad recently handed over to me. I shuffle through years of one-hit wonders and my younger self’s musical phases, and finally find what I’m looking for: Please Please Me.
I plug in the stereo, slide the tape in, and turn the volume dial all the way up. Paul McCartney’s voice fills my tiny room, recounting a tale of spotting a 17-year-old gal, and I’m transported. How many times has someone done exactly this? For how many years? And in how many bedrooms all over the world?
I take my dancing over to the kitchen area to fix myself something to drink and remind myself I’m an adult. While I’m gathering my stock, I marvel at how after all this time the lyrics are still there in my memory and spilling out of my mouth without even thinking.
“The world has treated me badly,” I concur with the boys at the next song, ‘Misery’. But I’m fixing it, I remind myself, and raise the glass of my well-earned beverage.
I slow dance with myself and refrain from performing a lap dance on my dining chair through the duration of ‘Anna (Go to Him).’ When was the last time I felt any kind of sultry? I wonder. But then the familiar harmonica of ‘Chains’ brings me back to age 8. This is the one I’d put my ear up to, and close my eyes, pretending he was singing to me.
I drop to the floor, leaning on my elbows and kicking my feet up behind me, like an automatic body response. The same magic reaches my face and I can’t help but smile. Can’t sing along to this one, though, don’t want to drown out –
“I wanna tell you, pretty baby, I think you’re fine”
Waitaminute.
That’s not Paul. That’s not John Lennon. I’m not even sure if Ringo’s on the drums, so… oh lord. I reach for the cassette case and check the liner notes. Oh how embarrassing!
My new friend George - my “client” as he fancies himself – has been the dreamy boy singing to my little heart for all these years.
I can’t help but laugh in exasperation. I bury my face in my hands, and with my belly against the floor, each laugh shakes my whole body. You absolute fool! Thank god George isn’t here to witness this ridiculous moment. I can feel my cheeks blush, no longer out of coy shyness, but this time out of sheer embarrassment.
I don’t even think I can listen to the rest of the song now. Isn’t there a part where he –
“Your lips are sweet”
No no!! I can’t!
I flatten the side of my face to the floor, fighting with myself whether to turn off the music or smarten up and quickly get over it. I opt to just let it play.
Okay, maybe I can wait for Monday after all. I don’t think I can face him again so soon. Not after this.
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I’m being brave.
Here’s a little bit of the George Harrison x gardener!reader fic I’ve been dreaming up. Let me know what you think, and if you’d like me to do more! (There’s already more, but I just wanted to test the waters first, y’know.)
Context:
- modern day
- Reader is a new-ish gardener sent to work at Friar Park
- George is exactly who he is, only he’s alive and well, age 77
- Reader has always been a fan of his, but nothing extreme. She is generally able to keep her cool around the family.
- She and George have only met once at this point.
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“Was this a vegetable garden once, George?” I ask from beneath a blanket of yellow and brown twigs, stalks, and leaves.
“Probably. I think Dhani used to dig around over here. He always wanted to start his own farm,” he recalls. “There’s a much better plot on the other side of the house. Have you seen my rhubarb?”
I emerge from the tangle of brush to see a serious expectant face.
“Not yet,” I smile, regretfully.
George’s attention returns to the mass in front of us. “And this? What are your plans for it, Miss gardener lady?”
That’s me. I’m “Miss gardener lady.” Now is my moment to sound like I know what I’m talking about. Only…
“I think it looks worse than it really is.” I submit, explaining that all it needs is a clear-out of the old growth that is suffocating the surviving plants, and a good tilling of the soil before adding some organic matter. I hope he wasn’t expecting me to suggest an overhaul.
I coyly kick at some green bits, trying to shift my discomfort.
“This sage looks happy, though.”
“Are you sure that’s sage?” he pushes, his voice deep and low.
My eyes got wide. I wasn’t naïve to the possibility that this former hippie and sixties rockstar might have brought a few activities with him through the decades, but as far as I was aware, growing the stuff was still illegal.
“George, you scoundrel! You’d never - !”
He cut short my panic with a satisfied chuckle,
“You’re all right. It’s sage.”
I blink heavily, embarrassed by my nervousness. In my right mind, I know sage when I see it, and I know what a pot leaf looks like. But George was a master of deadpan. I’d read many accounts of his trickster ways, and seen plenty of archival footage of the sharp-witted Fab Four giving interviewers the runaround.
“Not a good joke, sir.” I laugh, despite myself. “I may work with all kinds of plants, but one or two…” I begin to explain, but he’s still chuckling.
“I could lose my job,” I assert, hoping he takes note of my seriousness. My job is my whole world, and to lose this gig - this rare opportunity – is something I don’t want to risk.
“Oh? Says who?” comes his playful challenge.
“My boss.”
“And isn’t that me?” he questions, boyishly confused.
An apologetic cringe forms on my face,
“’Fraid not. I work for a company, y’see. They hired me, judged what I can do, and then they sent me out to you.”
“Ah,” he nods. He’s understood me, but I can see he’s onto another thought.
That’s probably enough chat about me, so I return to the brush and start slicing into the ground, trying to break up the solid dirt and release its hold on long-dead tomato stalks.
“So really, this could stay as a vegetable plot if you wanted it to, but I’m not sure how convenient that would be. We are at the bottom of a hill, after all. It might be nice to keep this foliage here and bring in some lavender or something, and have a nice little aromatic feature.”
I’m half daydreaming now, picturing George as a young man stood at the top of the hill behind me. It’s a blustery day, and his stance is almost heroic as a gust of wind launches at his coat and through his elegantly wild long brown hair. The fresh perfumes from the lavender and sage I’ve planted for him are carried upon the wind, encircling him as he takes a long, romantic inhale.
“Couldn’t you go independent?” he starts again, snapping me out of my reverie, “And make your own rules?”
I set down my trowel and fix my palm upon my knee. Looking over my shoulder at him, I take a breath and ponder the suggestion.
“Then I’d be my own boss.”
“Mm,” he responds, recognizing the difference from his previous assumption.
“And that would make you my client.” I add, raising a suggestive eyebrow.
A saucy smile appears on his face at my word choice.
“I like the sound of that,” he admits, clearly amused by our conversational power play.
It makes me wonder how many independent women he’s known that have made their own ways in life - in the music business, or management, or anywhere. In my lifetime, women and men have always been pretty close to equal when it comes to financial independence and career building. Granted, we’ve still miles to go before we reach anything like total equality, but when compared to her sixties counterpart, the woman of today is on top of the world.
George’s smile remains on his face as he turns to head back to the house. He’s still enjoying our recent proposition.
“Think on it!” he calls to me once he reaches the top of the slope.
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hi, i hope you’re well!! i just wanted to drop by and let you know that i love your friar park series!! i love that you kept george at the age he would be if he were still here and i’m so delighted to see that you wrote him as the charming and endearing georgie that we all know and love. i’m absolutely endeared by him and the budding friendship between him and reader :) 💕
Ah thankyou so much! You’re so kind and this was so encouraging to read! I really wanted to keep George as real as possible, but with a little dose of romantic hero.
I promise I have been working on more chapters of the story, but I’m a little stuck with some in-between bits. There’s more to come.
Thanks again!
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It’s not really ready yet, but I thought I ought to post this to tide you over.
Here’s the prologue and most of the first chapter of my George Harrison x gardener!reader fic
There’s no George yet, but he’s comin!
Also, just want to mention that I’ll be including Olivia in this story, and that I really love and admire her so she’ll be represented that way, okay? No angry jealous b*tch wife here.
Okaythanks,peace&love!
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Prologue
I had seen her so many times in movies and on tv: the elegant and confident female lead in her grand boudoir, misting herself with perfume before braving the day. What did she smell like? I used to wonder, dreaming up a cocktail of roses, jasmine, and gardenias, and sometimes a splash of orange for the more adventurous woman.
When the day came that I finally smelled the famous Chanel No. 5, I was gravely let down. At 13 years old, I believed it was my womanly duty and a rite of passage to experience its timeless aroma in the hope that it would immediately command the respect and admiration of my peers. A visit to the department store fragrance counter required a well-planned outfit, finished with “special occasion” earrings and the nearest-to-nude pink nail polish I owned. I approached the counter, ambitiously hoping to be greeted by the salesclerk, but swiftly disengaging any and all eye contact. Thank god! – the testers were out! I spied the bottle of the original amber blend, lifted it from its tray with the deftness of Indiana Jones, and cautiously sprayed once at my neck, then twice at my neck. Oops - three times at my neck, for the nozzle was stiff. Replacing the bottle, I flicked my hair over my shoulder and promptly left the premises, reeking of the stuff, confident I’d grow into it. Grace and sophistication was within reach.
But this was not Chanel No. 5.
This might as well have been Willy Wonka’s Never-ending Scent Fragrance - the name had rubbed off years ago. It was ancient, coming to me as a Christmas gift the year I learned I didn’t like Chanel, and despite countless sprays in preparation for an “occasion,” it simply wouldn’t run out. It was some attempt at a vanilla floral mix that had no place on a grown woman, and no staying power, barely leaving a trace an hour after application. Why did I still have this?
My hands had now become trained to grab the bottle and spritz my neck and wrist, holding onto the tiniest shred of hope that it might, somehow, transform me into the woman of my dreams.
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Chapter 1
“‘Ere she is, all brigh’ eyed in th’mornin’!” I’m greeted by Somerset Pete as I approach the work van across the gravel parking lot of our office building.
Since long before I came on the scene, he’s been a team leader in our section of the horticultural society, one of only a handful of specialists entrusted with VIP projects and high profile patrons. He’s a sweet old toad of a man in his work clothes: tufts of white hair billow around his ears and just atop his forehead, always sporting a polo shirt from decades past tucked carelessly into low slung faded jeans that bunch above his ‘deygo boots’ (skate shoes he adopted in the early 2000s when he discovered how roomy they were in the toe, and so-called because, “Wherever I go, dey go!”). Hardly the image of a man who once prepared hedging for the Queen, but I learned long ago that people are rarely what they appear to be.
“Excited. Anxious. Very nervous, yes,” I manage to bubble out, squinting hard in the 7am sunrise.
As the new head gardener, Pete knows more than I do about our project, and though I’ve tried to ask for some background on the location, he has remained tight-lipped on the details, maintaining that estate projects like this one require a high degree of confidentiality - so much so that I had to sign an agreement paper a few days before, when I accepted the offer to join the team.
Whereas I’d normally toss my gloves and boots in the back of the van without a care, I’m a little on edge today, so they sit at my feet up in the passenger seat. I take a deep breath and manage to catch a faint whiff of my stupid perfume. Why am I still wearing this? I smell like I’m ready for my middle-school dance. I can’t relax, and I’m praying I won’t make any mistakes on the first day of my first big gig. Work placement jobs were only ever informal, and even my stint at the famous Chelsea Flower Show felt less ominous than this.
“Whereabouts is Henley-on-Thames, anyway?” I ask Pete, unsuccessfully hiding my discomfort.
“Would ye believe it’s on the Thames?” he sings, trying to ease my condition with a laugh. “Oh, very posh folk ‘round there, I tell ye. Big ol’ listed buildings, all yer churches and tha’. Boat people, and rowers. Just far enou’ out of London to get away from the noise. Decent pub, I ‘ear.”
We’ll be joining a team of twelve other gardeners, mostly from our company. They’ve been at this estate for several years already, and my mind is soon busy pondering what the place could possibly be like. But whatever I pictured could not compare with what was appearing in front of me.
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I've been dreaming up a George Harrison x gardener!reader fic for a few weeks now. Modern day, old man George, all grey and lovely. Reader is a new gardener at Friar Park.
But see, I haven't written fan fiction in what.. thirteen years? Maybe? And I uh.. well I'm not feeling very confident about it.
Still, I'm posting this here to put it out into the world and maybe convince myself to give it a go.
I mean, look at this place:
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Lucas Friar moved back to Texas at 17, now he’s running for Mayor of Rosewood Springs so best friend Zay and little sister Gigi decide he needs a little help from a political consultant.
Riley Matthews found her calling, she found a fiancé, but she never expected to find herself here, of all places.
Cross-posted to FF.net | Soundtrack | Past Chapters
Author Note: So how about that movie date huh? I’m going to try and get one more chapter out this week, and also hopefully the one-shot for the winner of the fanfic giveaway so keep your eyes open for that.
-coolest thing I ever felt-
“So, my big brother and Riley, they were awfully cozy for two people just pretending to date, don’t you think?” Gigi is wiping down the bar now that they were closed for the night.
Zay was going over the credit card information for the evening, “That’s how they used to be when they were actually dating.”
“Do you think Dave is really an issue, a roadblock?” Gigi looked around thankful they would be done soon.
“I think Dave is a speedbump.” Zay looked up, feeling his breath hitch as he saw the way the neon lights glowed over her body, “Um, I uh think that Riley and Lucas just need to talk. Clear the air about things. Like they’re still mad at each other for different things, and they need to talk about it.”
“Riley is the one, isn’t she?”
“As in the one for your brother, yes.”
“If Dave isn’t the roadblock for Lucas and Riley, what or who is?” Gigi grabbed her purse and pulled her hair down shaking it free.
Zay closed his eyes for a moment, trying to ignore the memory of her lips on his, the night before, “Riley and Lucas are and always will be their biggest roadblock.”
“How so?” She took her keys out to unlock the front door for her and Zay to leave through before locking it while they stood on the sidewalk.
“They get scared, they run and stop talking to each other.” Zay walked her to his truck, “When they stop talking, that’s when fear and insecurity takes over. It happened when Riley thought Lucas liked Maya, it happened when you all moved back to Texas, and whatever it was that happened in Vegas as well.”
“We could always just lock them in a room together.” Gigi suggested as they got in the truck.
Zay chuckled, “I’m not so sure about that.”
“We’ll keep it as a last resort.” Gigi sighed as the engine started the local country station filled the cab with music. “Zay,” she spoke as the song ended and they were out of town.
“Yes Gigi?” He was nervous, he wasn’t sure what she was thinking about, he kept waiting for her to bring up the kiss from the night before.
“Was there ever a girl like Riley for you, I mean someone you dated in New York that you left behind?”
“No, I didn’t have much luck with the ladies until college.” He confessed, “Well I had that thing with Vanessa years ago, but still.”
“You and Vanessa, really?” Gigi cringed, “She’s like so old though.”
“She’s the same age I am.” Zay chuckled, “But I guess being a mom to three kids already probably makes her seem old to you.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Gigi remained silent the rest of the way home, when they pulled up into the driveway she looked at the house, “Hmm, both are restless, look they each have lights on.”
“Well it must be difficult to sleep after you spend the night pretending your dating the love of your life.” Zay parked the truck.
“You really think they’re the loves of each other’s lives?”
“I’ve thought it since Lucas was torn up over Riley in the eighth grade, I’ve known it since they finally got together in the ninth grade.”
Gigi stayed in her seat looking up at the two rooms with their lights on, “I wonder what that feels like.”
“You’ll know it someday Gi, when the right guy comes along.” Zay quickly got out of the truck, suddenly afraid of where this conversation was going to go.
Gigi got out, chasing after Zay, “What are you afraid of?”
He could list a lot of things he was afraid of, “Gigi, you are Lucas’ younger sister. I’ve known you basically your whole life.”
“So?”
“So, you’re a kid, you have a whole life to live.”
“And what does that make you? An old man set in his ways?”
“Yeah, exactly.” Zay went into the house, afraid to look back, knowing if he saw how much he hurt her just now, he’d give in to everything he was fighting.
Riley heard Zay and Gigi return, hoping that neither of them knocked on her door. She didn’t want to talk about why she was still awake.
Kissing Lucas, curling up to him during the movie, talking to him at the bar, it was all too easy. That terrified her.
It felt too real.
There was also this nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her to just go and knock on his door, kiss him, undress him, do everything she’d ever fantasized about doing with him, even if it took years to do everything.
She should be missing Dave, shouldn’t she?
She should be thinking about him laying next to her, about him touching her, about him kissing her with every ounce of passion possible.
But it wasn’t him who consumed her thoughts, if she could be honest with herself for just a few seconds in the depth of the night, Lucas had always consumed her romantic thoughts, fantasies, hopes, everything, even when she had other boyfriends, they all got compared to Lucas.
Even with how things ended, even with him not coming to the chapel not a single man came close to him.
She had to find closure with Lucas, it was the only way she could move on with Dave.
He was her future, he was her stability.
Then why did she get so possessive of Lucas when she saw him talking to Dixie? Why did she never feel that bubble up when Dave was with other women?
Why did Lucas Friar have this pull over her? He’d already hurt her, why was she opening herself up this way to get hurt yet again?
Because one thing she knew for sure was that Lucas would break her heart again if she didn’t protect herself.
Lucas had spent most of the night pacing his bedroom, Riley was jealous of other women. She’d released her primal need to show other women that he belonged to her.
But she was still engaged to Dave.
He’d lost count how many times he’d thrown his door open, ready to storm down the hall to go to her room, to kiss her and not holdback, to kiss her until she forgot all about Corn Chip Dave.
To make love to her until sunrise, to please her in ways he was sure no other man ever had or ever could.
But something kept stopping him.
Fear.
He was afraid he could make the move and she would reject him. How many times had Riley crushed his heart already?
Could he really open himself up to that happening again?
He flopped down on the bed, closing his eyes, begging his body to let him sleep.
To give him a few hours where his brain wasn’t fighting with his heart.
He tossed and turned. He paced around the room, opening his sock drawer, taking the ring, wondering if she would ever allow him to place it on her finger. He put it back before going over to his nightstand, pulling out his Bible, hoping maybe a passage would give him clarity.
As he opened the pages an envelope fell out. He picked it up, studying the faded lip print from a night a lifetime ago of a woman he couldn’t remember other than flashes.
He held the note, looking at the handwriting, something was comforting about it. He held it up to the light, noticing for the first time inside the envelope was another piece of paper.
He could open this, solve one mystery. He could maybe find out the name of the woman he called princess, the woman who moaned his name in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. He could remember the woman who ran her tongue over his chest, who looked up at him with brown eyes.
Brown eyes.
He hadn’t remembered that before.
He could remember her long brown hair—the same shade as Riley’s. He could remember the way her curves looked against the light from the strip glowing in the room.
He could remember her tattoo on her right hip. Small, the size of dime, pink.
Lucas sat up, that tattoo, he’d seen the same logo recently. Running his hand through his hair he looked towards the wall that separated him and Riley.
She’d had it on her t-shirt a few nights ago, her sorority.
His mind was teasing him with his desires for the woman next door, the only woman he’d ever loved. Now it was letting him think it could’ve been Riley.
God, he wished it had been Riley.
He looked at the empty space in the bed next to him, wondering what she looked like sleeping, would her hair fan out, or would it be piled on her hair in a messy bun.
He grabbed his phone, pulling up Instagram, he scrolled through years’ worth of pictures of animals and the ranch before he found it.
Riley…she’d been there, could she have been the girl?
He looked at the note again, would Riley leave him a note and not say goodbye?
“Only one way to know” he told himself as he stared at the note he’d kept for years when most men would’ve thrown it away.
His phone rang and he saw the number, “Dr. Friar” he answered, as he listened to Camilla Harrison tell him the issue her dog was having. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, don’t worry, just keep him comfortable and calm.”
He quickly changed, dropping the note back in his Bible and tucking it away for now.
#Thunder Chasing The Wind#Riley Matthews#Lucas Friar#Rucas#Rucas Fanfic#Girl Meets World#GMW Fanfic#Zay Babineaux
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Lucas Friar moved back to Texas at 17, now he’s running for Mayor of Rosewood Springs so best friend Zay and little sister Gigi decide he needs a little help from a political consultant.
Riley Matthews found her calling, she found a fiancé, but she never expected to find herself here, of all places.
Cross-posted to FF.net
Author Note: Yay a new fanfic for my Rucas loving friends.
This fic is rated M, for adult situations such as drinking, language, and activities.
Don’t forget to check out the soundtrack here.
-the moon that moves your tides-
The hot water pelted down on his body, the steam surrounded him as washed away the morning grime from his house calls and work on the ranch. He couldn’t help but think about his most recent trip to Dallas, the lipstick marks that had been left on his body after a night of passion. The latest blonde he added to his collection of memories had clawed his body, treated him like a piece of meat.
He had no problem with that, if all she wanted was a physical release and none of the commitment stuff that went with it he was down. Lucas Friar had no need for a relationship, he hadn’t been in once since he was seventeen years old, and then they had never gotten truly physical. Maybe if he’d stayed in New York and hadn’t moved back to Texas he probably would’ve married her, they’d probably have a kid or two by now, that wasn’t the cards he’d been dealt.
That was just the fantasy of a school boy in love.
Lucas was no school boy, at least he hadn’t been for years.
He was the most popular veterinarian in the county, though he knew at least part of it had to do with him being good looking and single, giving plenty of ladies the idea that he was free for the taking.
He wasn’t.
Lucas had no desire to be in a full-on relationship. He didn’t mind having a one night stand here and there, but in college he realized not to get messy at home. Too many voices whispering, too many old men passing stories down at the McDonalds where they would meet for coffee every morning.
The women in town tried, at least once a week he would arrive at his office to a platter of sweets from someone looking to become Mrs. Friar.
The only Mrs. Friar he intended to have in his life was his mother, and she was off in London with his father.
He turned off the water, wrapped the baby blue towel around his waist before stepping out of the shower, wiping down the mirror, studying his reflection before smearing on the shaving cream and making his beard disappear.
He had to be baby face Friar today, as Zay had said it would be one less thing for the political consultant they were meeting with in a few hours to nitpick about. He had to look like a man who wanted to be the Mayor of his small town, with some ideas towards future service, he couldn’t look like a cad that would sneak off every so often on the weekend to fuck a woman whose name he couldn’t recall in a hotel room in Dallas.
He knew what Zay was really saying, be the man you would’ve been for Riley, not the jackass you are right now.
Riley.
Riley Matthews, his first and honestly only girlfriend.
Lucas had lots of one night stands, short hookups that might last a week at the most if he was on a vacation.
No one who got a hold of his heart.
No one he ever considered for more than a few hours.
Did that make him an asshole? Maybe he’d been called a list of awful names like bastard, cocksucker, dick-week, and more colorful ones than he cared to remember when he’d broken some woman’s illusion of what was going on with them. He tried to always be upfront with them about whatever happened between them being a short little stop on the road of life.
He gripped the counter top, trying to think about anything, anyone other than Riley as his body reacted to just thinking her name.
Those brown eyes of hers that always drew him in, the pouty lips he loved to make smile, the finger tips that had cautiously explore his young body, never going south.
He could almost feel her electric touch. Part of him still wanted her, needed her. He could picture it clearly in his mind, her in front of him, removing her towel after a shower, getting lost in her body for hours, days, weeks, no if he had her, she wouldn’t be a one night stand.
She would be it.
She would be his wife.
That terrified him.
He was seventeen years old the last time he saw her.
Why did he still think of her like this?
Why was his body still swelling at the memory, fantasy, whatever it was of her in the summer sun eating a strawberry, the wind blowing in her hair, her eyes casting down playfully before he would kiss her.
He dropped his towel hoping back into the shower, blasting the water on cold.
Each pinprick stimulated his racing heartbeat and in his mind he was still kissing her, pushing her up against the shower wall, wondering what it would feel like to explore her folds, to knead her breasts, to suckle and taste every inch of her.
Lucas leaned back against the shower wall, his hand stroking his throbbing manhood as his fantasies took over.
This was a sick torture that deep down he must’ve enjoyed or he wouldn’t let it happen as often as it did.
Her name escaped his lips as he released.
He turned the water off as he leaned against the shower wall.
How long had it been? How long would this go on? Why did he still crave her sweet, innocent lips against his? Why did he want more? Why did he have this insatiable need to discover what she sounded like when he touched her, or how her body would react.
A shiver slipped through his body before he grabbed another towel wrapping it around his body, hoping the warm summer air from the open window would remove the torturous chill that coated his body and revive his senses.
As he looked at his reflection he slapped his face, “Okay Friar, no more of that. No more fantasies about her. She’s probably married, knocked up, and absolutely still gorgeous, more so probably.”
“Lucas what are you doing in their man?” His best friends voice called out from the other side of the door.
“Just finishing up Zay, I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Well hurry up, this consultant is going to be here in like half an hour.”
Lucas rolled his eyes, this all seemed so ridiculous to him. Why did they need a consultant? Why couldn’t he just be himself, speak from the heart, hadn’t that worked for Senator Eric Matthews when they were younger?
Riley whipped her sunglasses from her tote, pushing them on as she made her way across the parking lot to her the convertible she had rented. Whenever she was somewhere hot and sunny she made sure to rent one. After she popped the trunk and put her bags in she pulled her phone out to check her messages, playing the one from her business partner first, “Hey Riley, I emailed you the address. You’re meeting with Isaiah and he’ll bring you up to date on everything. I know this is a small-town campaign, but this candidate very much needs the Riley Matthews touch, or should I say Riley Lawrence. You’ll have the dossier on our client later today, oh and you’ll be staying at his home. Like I said he needs your magic.”
She rolled her eyes at Isadora’s message, it was times like this she wished someone else had discovered a passion for political polling to go along with Riley’s gift of helping people bring out their confidence and get their message across effectively.
As she climbed into the driver seat she realized that her skirt was probably too short to be meeting a small town mayoral candidate, but all her others in her suitcase needed to be washed. She hoped that whoever this new client was they weren’t judgmental over her fashion choices.
She pulled the address up from the email importing it into her navigation app before making it to the road. When she got off the highway she felt a knot in her stomach as she realized exactly where she was and where she was going as she pulled off on the exit for Rosewood Springs. She slowed down pulling to the side of the road, taking a minute to collect herself.
She could do this, she could hang around Rosewood Springs for a few weeks, maybe a couple of months. She twisted her engagement ring around her finger trying to ignore the itch she was feeling.
That didn’t mean she would have to see Lucas, no he probably moved to a city by now, running a practice and married to one of the many blonde girls she’d seen draped all over him on Instagram when they were in high school.
She closed her eyes feeling that rush of emotions, the rush of memories.
Lucas.
Lucas Friar.
How long had it been that he could still bring this on?
She slipped her ring on and off several times trying to get herself to calm down and focus before if slipped from her fingers all together, falling under her seat.
“Shit” she muttered leaning back, covering her face in her hands. It could wait, what was the rush, she didn’t need to flaunt her future marriage in front of a client or anyone. She could look for it later when she wasn’t wearing a skirt that would most likely reveal her lace clad butt cheeks. No, she would need to change into her yoga pants first.
She ran her hands through her chestnut hair before putting the top down, the sun was shining, the skies were clear and she had a new client waiting to meet her.
She pulled out back onto the road, ignoring the butterflies over a slim possibility, no she had to focus on getting this ranger ready to get his message across so that he could help the people of his community.
Riley followed the navigation app directions, feeling her stomach drop as she pulled into the long dirt driveway, watching the dust in her rearview mirror as she navigated her way up to the house.
She parked behind the two pick-up trucks and the SUV. She checked her hair in the mirror, windswept of course and adjusted it with her fingers just a little to get it in place.
As she stepped out of the car she heard the screen door slammed shut, and she wished her skirt wasn’t as short as it was, why did she not think to wear her slacks? She grabbed her tote and stopped in her tracks when she saw who was on the porch waiting for her.
Time stopped, it had to have.
Why wasn’t he breathing?
Why wasn’t anyone moving?
Why was no one speaking?
Lucas had seen the convertible coming up the driveway from his bedroom window as he threw his blue plaid shirt on over his white V-neck t-shirt. He could tell that whoever was driving was female, and when they parked he and Zay went out to greet her, unsure if he was really going to take her advice.
He smirked when he saw her high heeled foot slip out of the car, her legs that went on for days, and he wasn’t going to lie he was already envisioning spreading them—he was sure he could fantasize about her. Not that he would do that, not with a brunette, he never hooked up with brunettes.
Her hair was long, wavy, carefree from driving with the top down, naturally sun kissed. He could see she had kissable, pout lips that probably knew just how to drive a man wild.
Her skirt was short as she tugged it down before she removed her sunglasses and stopped in her tracks.
Those brown eyes.
Lucas’ mouth dropped.
His stomach sank.
His heart twisted.
His Brain felt like it was floating.
No.
No.
What was she doing here?
They were send in someone named R. Lawrence.
Was that her married name?
He couldn’t move.
His feet would not move forward. Any and all manners his parents, grandparents, Riley herself had instilled in him were gone.
Was no one speaking, were they all stunned and silent?
“Zay it’s good to see you” her voice was bubbly, song like the birds first thing in the morning, God he’d missed her voice.
She moved up the stairs, “Lucas is that you?”
“Yeah” He stuttered, he had forgotten everything and nothing.
She looked to them each, “So, who’s running for mayor, I can’t imagine either of you need my help.”
“Riley, Riley, Riley” Zay put an arm around her when she reached the top of the porch, “My man Lucas here is in desperate need of your help.”
Riley’s eyes wandered over Lucas, he could feel her stare, God he’d missed that sensation. Oh crap he needed her to leave, she couldn’t be here, she couldn’t help him, and she sure as hell couldn’t stay in his house. “Is this how you always dress?”
She studied him, “Are you building a fence or are you running for a government position?”
He couldn’t help but notice she blinked more than he remembered, maybe he did look awful. But this wasn’t that different then what he’d worn in New York, “Well today, I’m meeting with you Mrs. Lawrence, and then yeah I’m repairing a fence down on the south-east end of the property.”
“It’s still Matthews actually,” she put her sunglasses in her bag, “I use Lawrence professionally so that people don’t connect me with my Uncle Eric, they get a little weird when they realize that he’s the Speaker of the House.”
Lucas nodded, “Um please come in, I think we have lemonade or sweet tea.”
“Water would be nice” Riley stepped into the house, he’d renovated it, she didn’t mention the new bay window in the living room, as she studied the way the furniture was arranged to face the fireplace where the television was now mounted.
“I’ll go get us some waters.” Lucas ducked into the kitchen, he leaned against the refrigerator for a moment, trying to wonder what kind of torture he was being sent. Of all the women in the world who could be a political consultant he was sent Riley Matthews. He could only hope and pray that she would realize he didn’t need her and get out of Texas as soon as possible.
One problem.
Lucas did need Riley.
He knew it.
He’d felt it for so long.
She was the missing piece of him.
No matter what he did to pretend that void didn’t exist, it did.
#Thunder Chasing The Wind#TCTW#Riley Matthews#Lucas Friar#Girl Meets World#Rucas#Rucas Fanfic#GMW Fanfic#Zay Babineaux
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