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Little Zuko v the World, Chapter 51, Epilogue: Honor
THE END <3
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Story summary:
Zuko finds Aang a month into his banishment. They’re both 12. Expect not-a-kid-person!Zhao, gratuitous saving from pirates, badass Yue, and some solid Appa and Zuko bromance. It is the hole in your life you didn’t know needed filling.
#it's done!#it's finished!#that's crazy!#avatar the last airbender#atla#Zuko#Sokka#Aang#Katara#Appa#Momo#Azula#Toph#Song coming in clutch with an ostrich-horse joke
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Along the Way (Part 7 and The End)
Sweetapple | Dear Mr Tracy | Along the way - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
It's finished! ::runs around the room like a loon:: Though I have to say that I doubt this will be the last we see of Mr Sweetapple as there are several threads that need a good neat tie up :D
All the wonderful thanks to @onereyofstarlight for staying up extra late and answering my poke across the Tasman Sea for a last minute read. I hope Alex gives you some nice sleep ::hugs tight::
Also, special thanks to all of you for supporting my geeky fanboy Alex :D There will be more as someone sent me some OC asks about Alex and I've realised that the only way I can answer them is by writing fic. (some other OCs of mine might pop up in fic at some point,too, for that exact same reason) ::so many hugs to all of you for being so kind to me::
But anyway, I will stop my excited rambling and present you with the last chapter of this fic....which has taken so long to write - so many apologies. Though I am excited that I'm writing again :D
I hope you enjoy this :D
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Alexander Sweetapple’s head was spinning.
Not so much from the concussion he had no doubt he had, thank you, Mr Holographic Scott Tracy, but more from the fact that Virgil had just kissed him.
Not Mr Virgil Tracy, Head of Research and Development at Tracy Industries, no….more ‘ohmigod, I finally found you and you’re alive, I want to hug and kiss your brains out’ Virgil Tracy.
The man was covered in concrete dust and grime, there was more grey than blue on his uniform bar the scratched patches where his now discarded exosuit had sat.
Alex had proof Virgil had hugged him via all the dusty patches on his damp clothes, on his arms, and in his hair.
Virgil Tracy had hugged and kissed him.
For real.
Alex stood beside his mum while Virgil assessed the condition of her ankle and she went about embarrassing her son every way possible.
To be honest, it had been such a day that she was welcome to show Virgil Alex’s naked baby pictures for all he cared. She was safe and that was all important.
A glance over at the remains of the museum building prompted his heart to add a few extra beats per minute to its routine.
Alex let his jaw drop as he watched the roof float away.
Oh god.
“Alex?”
Virgil’s voice was so rich and deep.
“Alex?” And then Virgil grabbed him. Was he trying to hug him again. That would be nice. “Whoa! I think you need to sit down.”
Okay.
He folded himself smoothly down onto the pavement beside his mum.
“Hey, honey, look at me.” Her fingers were suddenly in his hair. “Allie, how the hell did you do all that with a head injury?” She peered closely at him. “Virgil, what do your scanners say?”
And yes, Virgil was waving a yellow light over Alex. “Concussion, bruising…” He frowned. “You’re both wet. You’ve been in the river?”
“Nearly drowned. My foot got stuck and Allie pulled me out. Some water, possibly sewage, may have been inhaled. My recommendation is to watch for symptoms of infection. In both of us.” Dr Sweetapple was in the house.
He turned to Virgil only to find his friend’s eyebrows fully deployed.
They were very nice eyebrows.
Virgil caught his stare. “Thunderbird One, I need to leave the danger zone. Ten minutes there and back for patient transport.”
“FAB, Thunderbird Two. Make it quick, we need your help in the industrial sector.” A pause. “How’s Alex?”
“Concussion, but well enough…and safe.” Virgil still had his eyes.
“Good to hear. Thunderbird One out.”
“What are you doing, Virgil?” The words slipped out without thought.
Virgil looked down at his wrist control poking it. “You both need medical supervision. I’m providing it for you.”
A good hundred metres away, Thunderbird Two rose up on her struts and her module door slid smoothly open. Two hoverstretchers darted out across the road, gliding around obstacles until they reached Virgil’s side. He pulled out a control surface and reconfigured them into hoverchairs. “Sorry to rush this, but time is short. Alex, stay put while I help your mother.” He held up a gloved hand and Alex was forced to settle back and obey.
Besides, the world was spinning again, and after all, Virgil was technically his boss.
He let his head fall into his hand and closed his eyes, suddenly ever so tired.
So this was what an adrenalin drop felt like.
Ugh.
“Alex?” Virgil’s voice was soft and his gloved hand gentle on his arm. That was really nice. “Alex? You with me?”
He blinked. Oh. “Yeah.”
“Let’s get you up.” Virgil nudged him, both hands holding his arms to steady him.
The world wobbled, but a few steps and Virgil had him snug and safe, strapped into the hover stretcher…chair…whatever the hell it was.
Virgil was running, Alex and his mother beside him, until they were all swallowed by the green of Thunderbird Two.
At some point, Virgil must has triggered the chair back into a bed because Alex was lying down and Virgil hovering over him, once again with a scanner flickering yellow light. “You can go to sleep, Alex. You’re okay and you’re safe.” A gloved hand gently brushed away the hair from Alex’s forehead. He knew this should mean something, but he was so tired.
Thunderbird green danced as his eyelids drifted closed.
Somewhere something was roaring just like a Thunderbird launching, but he had no energy to care.
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Jeff stepped into the elevator only to almost collide with his mother. “Mom?”
“I’m meeting Thunderbird Two.”
“Why?” Was Virgil hurt? Why hadn’t John told him?
A hand on his arm quelled the sudden panic. “Virgil is fine. We have visitors.”
“Who?” Did he have to draw the information out bit by bit?
“Do you remember Alexander Sweetapple?”
“Of course, I do. Gordon thinks Virgil might be…interested.”
“He is.” She held up a finger so close to Jeff’s face, his eyes crossed. “And you are not going to say a thing. Yes, he’s breaking protocol, but he has good reason.” She looked away and let her finger drop. “The poor boy has been terrified all day. Thank god, they finally found Alex. And I don’t blame him for not wanting to let him out of his sight.” His mother stared up at Jeff with all the fire he knew she possessed. “Your son is bringing home his first romantic interest ever and you are not going to spout security blather all over him. This is our house and we can have guests. Especially important guests.”
Jeff took a step back. “I wasn’t going to say anything!” Virgil was bringing home Alex? As a love interest? “What the hell happened?” He really needed to speak to John about keeping him updated. He knew his orbiting son was selective, but this was ridiculous.
The elevator doors opened and his mother glared at him. “Something good. Don’t ruin it.” She stomped off into Two’s hangar, detouring into the medical supply cupboard on the way, just as the hangar doors started their opening sequence.
Jeff stepped cautiously out of the elevator. He had no idea what warranted his mother’s ire. Okay, maybe he had had some words with his eldest at one point, but that was nearly a decade ago.
His priorities were a little different these days.
Two roared in, a little faster than the norm. Virgil was obviously in a hurry. She spun on her turntable and the moment she settled, her forward hatch was lowered, Virgil standing between two hoverchairs.
Jeff hurried after his mother, cursing his cane, as Virgil strode with the two chairs towards them.
“Grandma, this is Doctor Lolly Sweetapple. Doctor Sweetapple, this is my grandmother, Doctor Sally Tracy, she and my father will be taking over your care.”
The two doctors exchanged greetings and slipped into medical babble two seconds later.
“Dad?” Virgil gestured him over. “You remember Alex?” Why was there so much hesitation in his son’s voice?
“Certainly, the creator of Siliwrap.” The man was obviously asleep. “How is he?”
“Concussion, bruising, he and his mother need monitoring for possible lung infection. They were caught in contaminated water.” His son swallowed; his expression hesitant. “I wanted them here, Dad. Grandma has the skills and the tools.” He looked away. “I just couldn’t leave them to the system.” His eyes fell on Alex and Jeff’s heart clenched.
“We will look after them.” He dropped a consoling hand to his son’s shoulder.
Vulnerable eyes looked up at him. “Thanks, Dad.” His hand was squeezed and Virgil was again moving. This time running back to his ‘bird.
His mother immediately took over and bustled them all into the elevator before they could acquire new coiffures a’la rocket engine.
As the doors closed, Thunderbird Two accelerated out on to her runway and the elevator shaft roared as she took to the sky.
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Alex rolled over in bed and sighed into his pillow. He was extremely comfortable. Temperature was perfect. Pillow was soft. “Mmmmm….”
“About time you woke up, Allie. You were starting to worry me.” His mother’s voice was always reassuring.
“He’s fine, Lolly. Concussion is healing and there is no sign of any lung infection. See, look at the scans.”
Alex frowned. That was a female voice he didn’t recognise. Also, why was his mum in his bedroom?
“You’re giving me equipment envy, Sally. My god, the science behind this is amazing.”
“Virgil has them in development, don’t you worry. A good percentage of our breakthroughs do get filtered down into the market. Unfortunately, there is a difference between the ability to make a device for International Rescue and making devices in efficient, ecological and economic mass production. Our teams do their best.” A snort. “And your boy is part of that team. His devotion to Siliwrap is all to his credit. Alex is saving lives as much, if not more, as any at Tracy industries. You should be proud.”
“Oh, that’s a given. He’s always been a little obsessive, especially regarding the Thunderbirds.”
Wha-?
Alex flung his eyes open to find his mother lying on a bed beside him, smiling. She had her ankle wrapped and raised and was obviously talking to the owner of the other voice, an older lady dressed in a purple jumpsuit.
Both were smiling at him.
“Where am I?”
Yes, that’s the first question out of any alien abductee’s mouth, no doubt about it.
“You’re on Tracy Island, Alex. You and your mother are safe and our guests.” When Alex didn’t respond as his brain automatically overloaded. “I’m Mrs Tracy, Virgil’s grandmother.”
“Watch it, Sally, he may combust on the spot.”
Thanks, mum.
His mother was grinning at him. “I swear he’s been looking for the location of this island since he discovered his first Thunderbird.”
“Mum!”
“Shhh! You’ll wake him up.” His mum was pointing behind him.
“Lolly, don’t worry, Virgil sleeps like the dead. Especially after a rescue like that.”
Virgil? What?
He twisted around and found a third bed behind him. Virgil lay sprawled face down on it, snoring softly into his pillow.
“Don’t worry, honey. He’s just tired. Our boys exhaust themselves and then wonder why their bodies shut down.”
It was only then all the events leading up to his current situation fully loaded into his brain.
Virgil.
Virgil had kissed him. His chocolate eyes held such relief and joy…
The scene played back in his head over and over, declaring that it had happened. That something Alex may have dreamed about but never really considered actually possible, had happened.
He stared at Virgil.
Gone was the uniform and in its place a simple black t-shirt outlining a lax bicep hanging off the edge of the bed. Alex’s eyes tracked down the length of Virgil’s arm to his hand.
Such strong hands.
The emergency responder had a blanket draped over him, obviously placed there after the advent of slumber, likely by his purple grandmother.
“Why is he here?”
Mrs Tracy walked around Alex’s bed so she could face him. “Now, don’t you start worrying your head off, young man. He is fine. He’s in the bed because otherwise he’d be asleep in a chair and that is not acceptable self-care. He wanted to stay here with you and it was the bed or out. Exhaustion did the rest.”
He stared at her a moment, his thoughts spinning.
“How are you feeling, Allie?”
Huh? He turned back to his mother. “Mum, your ankle…”
She waved him off. “Hon, I’ve done worse tripping over kids in the waiting room. Nothing to worry about.” She frowned at him. “How’s your head?”
How was his head? How was he in general?
There were aches, yes, now that attention had been drawn to them, but generally, considering that he’d just been through a major disaster, he felt okay. “I’m okay.”
His eyes drifted back to Virgil.
“Don’t you think of getting out of bed just so you can sit at his bedside, Alex. I know how you boys think, so don’t think you can pull one over on me.” Virgil’s grandmother was proving to be as bad as Alex’s mother.
“Don’t worry, Sally, he’s been very well trained from birth.”
“How did you manage that? I’ve been trying for nearly thirty years with the grandkids. Their father is just as bad.”
Alex’s eyes widened. Their father? Jeff Tracy. The Jeff Tracy who gave his name to Tracy Island. That Tracy Island that was ever so secret and Alex was currently resting his butt on. Well, the bed his was resting his butt on was on the Island. It was simple transference of molecular ownership.
Perhaps this was not the best moment to realise that he was wearing a black t-shirt very similar to Virgil’s and that it was not one he owned, nor was it one he was wearing the last time he was aware and conscious.
He pulled up the blanket and found black shorts. “Where are my clothes?” Perhaps the step up in octave was a little ridiculous on his part, but it had been a very stressful day.
“Your clothes were ruined, Allie. Jeff and Mrs Tracy were kind enough to supply and dress you in some replacements.” His mother was ever so matter-of-fact, as usual.
“Jeff Tracy saw me naked?!”
Okay, he had to admit, that was supposed to be inner voice and not shouted at the top of his lungs. In any case, it proved that it was possible to wake up Virgil Tracy, no matter what his grandmother said.
“Alex? What?”
He turned to find Virgil pushing himself up off the bed, hair sticking in all directions, obviously still half asleep.
“Honey, the man brought up five boys. One more is nothing new.” Mrs Tracy was as matter-of-fact as his mother.
Great. A team up.
“Virgil, go back to sleep.” Mrs Tracy bustled over to her grandson and attempted to get him to lie down.
But Virgil had caught sight of Alex. “Alex! You’re awake!”
Mrs Tracy actually rolled her eyes as Virgil threw off his covers and climbed out of bed. He closed the distance between them on bare feet. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
Alex couldn’t help it. “You look adorable.” Because he did. Big tough rescue operative with puffy eyes and hair sticking up all over the place, not to mention the black t-shirt and shorts that hid absolutely zero anatomical detail. And above all, he was smiling, as if ever so happy to see Alex…which was some kind of miracle and honestly how hard had he hit is head?
“You’re not bad yourself.” That smile turned to one of appreciation.
What?
His mother did mention a concussion…
“Okay, it’s obvious Virgil is not going to listen to his doctor’s advice, so Lolly and I will leave you two boys alone.” Mrs Tracy poked at his mum’s bed and it detached from the wall, hovering quite happily and easily nudged out of the room.
“Allie, take it easy, love. You are recovering from a concussion, after all.”
Yeah, yeah, mum, whatever. Virgil’s eyes were such a beautiful shade of brown.
Both women muttered to each other as they left the room, closing the door behind them.
Virgil was poking Alex’s bed controls with his fingers. “Good. You’ve rested.” His eyes were tracking over medical readouts. Alex’s medical readouts.
“I’m okay, Virgil.”
The man looked up at him again. “Good.”
Alex frowned as Virgil lifted a hand up and gently brushed Alex’s hair clear of his left temple and the abrasion there. “Grandma’s treated you well.”
Alex wanted to fall into that gentle touch. His eyes may have at least partially closed.
“Are we okay?”
Alex’s eyes snapped open.
“I mean…” Those eyes looked down and away. No, come back! “…we haven’t talked about-“
Alex was suddenly kissing Virgil. There had been space between them, but now it was gone, Alex had his arms around those truly magnificent biceps, and startled lips were pressed up against his, ever so warm, and god, Virgil was kissing him back…
There was a brain whiteout for a moment as Virgil’s arms returned Alex’s eager embrace…and then Virgil’s tongue was in his mouth and…
“Whoa! My bad.”
Alex pulled back.
“No! No, you two just keep doin’ what you were doin’ and I’ll just put this coffee down and-“
“Gordon, what do you want?” Virgil hadn’t let go of Alex, but his head did turn towards his brother.
Alex was busy dying on the spot. Why did he do that? Kiss Virgil? Him?
“I brought you coffee! You know, life blood and all that.” Coffee? “Uh, you might want to get back to that tonsil hockey you were playing. Alex looks like he’s might dump you for the coffee.”
“Go away, Gordon.”
“Going away, leaving, like a tree. Happy for both of you. ‘Bout time, Virg.”
“Gordon!”
“I’m gone!” And he was, the door sliding shut behind him.
Virgil turned back to Alex. “Sorry about that.” A slight shrug. “I have brothers.”
Alex blinked. “I have sisters.”
Virgil’s smile was a sight to behold. “So, we’re okay?”
Alex had had a very hard day, his head was a bit of a mess and there were several truths he was ignoring to keep his sanity. But right now?
He tugged Virgil closer. “More than okay.”
“You want some coffee?”
But Virgil’s lips were brushing his and… “No, I’m good.”
The coffee went cold.
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FIN
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#virgil tracy#alexander sweetapple#jeff tracy#gordon tracy#grandma tracy#sally tracy#nuttyfic#it's finished!#romance#virgil tracy/alexander sweetapple
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Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars)
Characters: Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Hardcase (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars), Jocasta Nu, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-1119 | Appo, Vokara Che, CC-1010 | Fox, Original Clone Character(s), Boba Fett, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Characters (Star Wars), Dexter Jettster, Hondo Ohnaka, CC-6454 | Ponds, Clone Commander Monnk (Star Wars), CC-3636 | Wolffe, Plo Koon, Numa (Star Wars), Katooni (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Waxer focused, Waxer POV, Recovery, Injury Recovery, Depression, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Intrusive Thoughts, Long-Distance Relationship, Waxer Lives (Star Wars), Post-Umbara Arc (Star Wars), Order 66 Happened Differently (Star Wars), Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Fix-It of Sorts, Flashbacks, Jedi Temple (Star Wars), Background Relationships, Happy Ending, Waxerboilmonth, waxerboilmonth2024, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rako Hardeen Arc (Star Wars: Clone Wars), Brothers, Brotherhood, Protective Waxer, feral boba, Ruthless Fox, Protective Fox, Battle of Coruscant (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), On the Run, Piracy, FAKING DEATHS
Series: Part 2 of Loyalty As A Love Language
Summary:
Boil cackled, and Waxer furiously shushed him before he woke anyone nearby.
“I’m sorry cyare, I’m sorry, but really? You got lost in the temple? How far could you even have gotten at that point?” Boil wheezed, gleeful tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
“Sure, laugh it up. You try navigating a several millennia old temple rebuilt so many times they don’t even have complete maps anymore.” Waxer glared indignantly, but Boil’s continued humor soon had him chuckling along with him.
“Besides,” he said finally. “The Force may have gotten me lost on purpose.”
“Oh really?” Boil said, finally calming from his laughter, but still grinning. “That’s what you’re going with?”
“Sure,” Waxer said with a grin. “That’s how I met Jo.”
After they're reunited on Ryloth, Waxer tells Boil things he never mentioned while he was recovering after Umbara. He tells him what happened during Order 66 and what came after. It's been a long journey home, but it was worth every painful step.
#chapter 4 is up!#it's finished!#waxerboilmonth#waxerboilmonth2024#clone trooper waxer#clone trooper boil#lieutenant waxer#waxer/boil#cloneship#waxer#boil#the clone wars#tcw#fandom event
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Desperately Seeking…
(Explicit, 34k words, a 25 Days of Draco and Harry fic)
Summary:
Harry Potter is NOT desperate for someone to love.
He DOESN’T need anyone’s help to find a date.
And he CERTAINLY doesn’t want to go on a dating show!
Unfortunately for him, his teenage children have other ideas. After all, they know just how big and loving (and a little bit lonely) their dad’s heart is.
Content: getting together, dating show, TV show, teenage meddling, many bad dates, some alright ones, drinking, kissing, sex, Multiple POVs.
Read on AO3
It’s done! Wheeee!
Many desperate thank yous go to the gorgeous @tackytigerfic for the beta magic. It was supposed to take 25 days to post this fic, but it’s been closer to 250 days! And thanks too to all the lovely people that patiently read along as I posted. Your comments brought me joy and much-needed motivation.
Buckets of thanks, too, to the lovely mods of the brilliant 25 Days of Draco and Harry fest at @slythindor100 💕
#it's finished!#25 Days of Draco and Harry 2021#25 Days#Drarry#drarry fic#Drarry advent fic#maesterchill writes
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may i offer you: curly hair bucky
#it's finished!#bucky barnes#bucky#bucky art#my art#bucky with the good hair#winter soldier#bucky fanart
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Bait & Switch (Masterlist)
Here are the links to all 10 chapters of Bait & Switch as well as the chapter 4 summary
Chapter 1 - 1,518 words
Scully’s eyes fluttered open...
Chapter 2 - 1,969 words
By the time Scully made it out to Mulder’s car, she was in a fairly foul mood...
Chapter 3 - 1,628 words
At the station, local police filled them in a bit more on the pastor...
Chapter 4 - 2,756 words
Scully’s dream started out innocently enough...
Chapter 4 Summary
(Plot Summary due to Explicit rating in Chapter 4)
Chapter 5 - 1,635 words
They didn’t spend long at headquarters before driving back down to the station...
Chapter 6 - 1,594 words
They spoke to Kersh, effectively ending the investigation and handing the casefile back...
Chapter 7 - 2,246 words
...Scully was exhilarated at how quickly she left Mulder behind in the dust...
Chapter 8 - 1,440 words
Scully stared into the mirror in Mulder’s bathroom, touching the bruise under her eye with gentle fingers...
Chapter 9 - 1,670 words
Scully and Mulder sat side by side, silently pleading with one another to speak...
Chapter 10 - 1,893 words
The valley of unsaid things sat between them...
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#it's finished!#love in the air#fanfic#fanfiction#my fic#prapaisky#prapai love in the air#sky love in the air#introspective
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eat, bathe, (make) love - chapter 3/3
a vegaspete college au epilogue
“You’re turning me into a pillow princess,” Pete half-complains, needing to cut the tension growing inside of him.
Vegas’ eyes flash, and suddenly they’re flipped so Pete’s sprawled on top.
“Have at it,” Vegas challenges.
key tags: pwp, overstimulation, love confessions
part 3 of the cause and effect series
#IT'S FINISHED!#this au isn't#but this part of it sure is#next part's kimchay#but don't expect it any time soon#w the holidays coming up#and personal projects#(and another vp wip that reared its ugly head after not looking at it for 3 months)#but it's definitely coming!!!!!#after that a kinnporsche one too#which will be my first foray into kp#mine#vegaspete#vegaspete fanfiction#au#college au#vp fanfic#kinnporsche the series#my fics#my fanfiction#fanfiction#sapphicblight#usersapphic
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The most powerful Words of Lord Jesus
Artist Mike Karolos
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Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova
Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, kind of., Flirting, eventual porn with a side of plot, Stress Relief, Academic Stress, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Summary:
'I've been pulling at it all day, is it my hair that makes me look like I'm on something?' he pauses, rethinks. 'Something other than academic stress.'
A little light of understanding turns on behind Nicky's eyes, loosening his frown. He gives Joe a tiny hint of a smile, and makes a little show of looking him up and down.
'Sure,' he says, 'Let's say it's the hair.'
Joe's stressed, and looking to relax. Nicky would love to help him do that.
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Can you paint our picture on a star?
Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
新日本プロレス | New Japan Pro-Wrestling
Relationship:
Narita Ren/Umino Shota
Characters:
Narita Ren
Umino Shota
Hikuleo (Professional Wrestling)
El Desperado | Mikami Kyosuke
Suzuki Minoru
Master Wato | Kawato Hirai
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Headcanons: Dino Cavallone’s entire family tree - Pt. 5
So, fifth generation, we are now talking about Dino's great-grandfather!
UNDER CUT!
Proceeding from here: CLICKETY CLICK!
The First World War and the 7th generation / The Second World War and the 8th generation
So, Duchess Gemma Cavallone and her husband had a total of four children, whilst Duchess Perla Cavallone never married or had any children.
The four children are:
Emanuele: third born, named after the king, he will be a key man in directing the spies at the service of the king during the war.
Marino: first born, he will serve as a captain during the war. He will tragically die during the 1917 battle of Caporetto. His family has a memorial tomb in the local cemetery for him.
Norma fourth born, she will be the one smuggling goods and necessities for the people affected by the war.
Fancesco: second born, he will be the one inheriting the title and the will of his mother Gemma and aunt Perla. He will show the flames as he is defending his home and his people against the invaders, and will be the one present at the various treaties that will be made after the war, securing his position as head of the Cavallone family and lord of the land at the service of the king and the royal house.
The three sons will obtain the Silver Medal of Military Valor, whilst the daughter will obtain the War Merit Cross for their services during the war.
After the war they all took separate paths.
Francesco took the title of Duke and became the seventh boss of the Cavallone family, thus introducing the family into a new era.
Emanuele permanently joined the Servizi Segreti and whilst he really never came back home, he was quite the successful agent.
Marino unfortunately died tragically during the battle of Caporetto (a notorious debacle for Italy), but his family treated him with all the honours anyway. His gravestone reads "To the one who put freedom above all".
Norma married Duke Francesco's second in command, a gentleman called Alberto Sanna, moved to Sardinia with him and went on with a peaceful life.
Duke Francesco Cavallone married a lady called Clelia Fabbri and whilst their marriage was a very happy one, they managed to have only one child, a boy they called Giorgio.
The Great Depression had its effects on Italy as well, it was the period where that fascist piece of shit that was Mussolini was starting to conduct his populist campaigns which would eventually lead him to become Italy's dictator.
In any case, the people suffered and the noble families tried to stay afloat. Duke Francesco Cavallone passed away due to poor health issues, but in the meantime his son Giorgio had shown the signs of legitimacy whilst trying his best in his father's stead to keep the people in his area somehow fed and fighting off the jackals who would try and take advantage of the situation.
The Cavallone family became very antifa and later on Duke Giorgio Cavallone would do everything in his power to save Jews from concentration camps, from paying to forge fake documents, to hiring them among the men who worked for him, to bribing the guards at the borders so that they could safely get to Switzerland, or east Europe.
And ofc the fascists were pissed, as these shitheads do, and for nwly appointed Duke Giorgio Cavallone that meant downsizing considerably.
He sold the castle that had been the home of the Cavallone since 1200 and purchased a villa - what would become later on Villa Cavallone.
Due to the merits obtained by the family during World War I, it was a little less taxing, but the Cavallone family was indeed very targeted by the fascist government, who would try to do everything to erase them from the face of the earth. When Nazist piece of shit Hitler himself came to Italy in 1943 the family risked a lot more - cue the SS gunpointing at him and his family, raiding their resources, etc - and here they received a LOT of help from the Vongola family, who protected the Cavallone family. After that the Cavallone family became one of the main supporters of the Vongola family to pay off the life debt they had with them.
Eventually the war ended in 1945, the Nazists were sent back to Germany to die/be trialed/be condemned, same happened with the Fascists, Mussolini was killed and hanged upside down rightfully so.
The Cavallone family could breathe again.
After the war they let go of their noble title - the Savoy were exiled, the Republic was born and they felt that a noble title would just be a burden. So they let it go.
So Duke Cavallone became "Onorevole" Giorgio Cavallone in legal documents.
Giorgio Cavallone, eighth boss, eventually married a lady called Lucia Pavan, with whom he had three children:
Tommaso: first born, he would become a discretely famous writer. He will not marry, but he would have a life long companionship (read: queer) with his best friend Furio Barbieri.
Marta: second born, she would be a very smart and pragmatical lady. She would eventually marry a gentleman called Donato Gallo and have a son called Marco.
Cosimo: third born, Dino's dad. I talk about him here: CLICK!
And ofc here's the family tree (including people I mentioned in my previous post).
#khr#khr headcanons#cavallone family tree#cavallone family#famiglia cavallone#kateikyoushi hitman reborn#katekyo hitman reborn#IT'S FINISHED!#FINALLY!
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We Were Always Going to End Up Together
No Archive Warnings Apply, Mature Audiences
52,289 words, 31 Chapters
Read on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/106051008
I decided to participate in @winchester-reload's Suptober 22 at the end of September. I went to bed Sept 30 with an idea of where to start. I knew I wanted to write a single fic with a chapter for each prompt. I had the rough idea for what I wanted with the first couple chapters.
Then I ended up in the hospital October 1.
It was my third time in the hospital in less than a year. I was not able to write that day, and in fact didn't start for over a week. It was such a setback for my healing, and the delay in participating in suptober was emblematic of that setback and my frustration.
I've ended up with a story about Dean and Cas and how they met and fell in love, but also a story about Dean and Sam's relationship and Dean figuring out how to be kinder to himself. It took a lot of unexpected turns, but that's the fun of writing for me. I don't like to plan things out much and that seems to work out just fine for me.
It's going to be difficult to say goodbye to this story, as it always is when you finish something. Especially something I am truly proud of.
I hope if you read it, you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. As most fic writers do, I adore comments and kudos. :)
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Chapters: 43/43
Fandom: South Park
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak
Characters: Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Clyde Donovan, Tolkien "Token" Black, Jimmy Valmer, Tricia Tucker, Laura Tucker, Richard Tweak, Eric Cartman, Heidi Turner, Thomas Tucker
Additional Tags: there's some more characters who appear but not often enough to tag them, tweek's parents are horrible tbh, Autistic Craig Tucker, Autistic Character, Hurt/Comfort, mild violence, School Projects, Alternate Universe - High School, Romance, Fluff, mention of drugs multiple times
Summary:
Craig is an autistic 17-year-old student attending his last semester of high school. He doesn't expect much at all out of the semester, just a boring final semester of high school before he leaves for college. He also can't help but to notice his classmate Tweek Tweak and all his great qualities. Craig would love to talk to Tweek but does not know how in fear of messing up or leaving a bad impression. Little does Craig know that getting teamed up with Tweek in a school project will change his expectations for the rest of the school year.
#it's finished!#i want to thank anyone who's read it too!#south park#craig tucker#tweek tweak#sp creek#south park fanfiction#there will be a new fanfic next week!
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