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jewishjon · 3 years

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His Father’s Son

A/N: I am so excited to finally be able to put the first chapter of this fic for the 2021 Grishaverse Big Bang (@grishaversebigbang) fic out into the world. Thank you so much to my incredible artists whose art you will find linked below and my amazing beta reader. You can find me on tumblr here or twitter @/vespabuddy and I will be updating on ao3 every Tuesday and Saturday until the 25th of September. Enjoy!

Beta Reader: @z-the-zebra

Artists: @hivertoautumn @wellwatersurprise @jsperfhey @lucentcorrigan (I’ll link their art soon, I’m making this post before it’s uploaded)

Summary: At fifteen, Wylan meets Jesper at a formal University event, falls for him, and never sees him again. Four years later, his father orders him to take down a criminal gang called the Dregs.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33741277/chapters/83866909

Read the first chapter below the cut!

The morning of the grand opening of Ketterdam University’s Van Eck wing, Wylan’s father threatened his life.

The day began like any other. He woke to the clattering of carriages in the street below, the delicious smell of the servants preparing breakfast, and felt a sinking in his stomach at the thought of the dreaded event scheduled to take place that evening. He got out of bed and was helped into a tailored black suit by his valet. When he reached the dining room, his father was long gone, likely having been in his study since the early hours of the morning, and he was forced to endure the company of his father’s new girlfriend as he ate.

“Are you excited about the party?” asked Alys, a stupid smile plastered on her face as she watched Wylan. She was so young she could easily be Wylan’s sister.

“Really excited.” murmured Wylan dryly into his eggs. He was already stressed from the thought of enduring the rest of the day. He didn’t have the energy to deal with Alys.

Unfortunately, instead of leaving him alone, her upper lip began to wobble. “Do you not like me, Wylan? What did I do wrong? You know, I try so—” Alys gulped, “So hard to be a good mother to you.”

A mother? Wylan had known Alys for three weeks, and already felt he had years of maturity on her, and he was only fifteen himself.

Still, he felt a wave of guilt. Alys was trying her best, having been raised to believe her only worth in life was to marry a wealthy man, and his father was as wealthy as they came. Wylan may be set for a successful career as a mercher, but he knew well what it was like to be unable to fulfill the simplest task expected of him.

That was the thing about Alys. No matter how idiotic she was, she was always trying her best. So, Wylan caught her eye and mumbled a simple;

“I’m sorry.”

He fought back bile as she reached her hand across the table and squeezed his until he began to feel woozy. She wasn’t squeezing too hard, and Wylan was sure she had no intentions of anything but kindness, but the feel of her too-smooth skin against his was inexplicably as painful as any blow dealt by his father’s hand.

“Don’t worry, Wylan, honey. I love you despite all your imperfections!” Alys smiled sweetly. “All your imperfections.”

Somehow, that didn’t make Wylan feel any better.

As he was heading back to his room, hoping to use his free time to practice his flute or scream into his pillow about the pains of existence, he was stopped by his father’s assistant. Mieke was a middle-aged man with as little personality as he had hair on his balding head.

“Come to your father’s office. He wishes to talk to you immediately.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Fear festered in Wylan’s stomach as he followed the man down the long corridors of the Van Eck mansion. Surely he would have been told already if there were any changes to his role in the party that evening. Furthermore, he had no memory of having done anything wrong since he’d last seen Jan Van Eck, although his father always managed to find something.

Even the thought of the beating he’d received last time was enough to nearly make him turn and run as fast as his legs would take him.

Mieke opened the gilded wooden door leading to Jan Van Eck’s office, and, ever so slowly, Wylan entered. His father’s study had always been a source of intimidation, and not just because of the man who inhabited it. The walls were decorated with certificates celebrating his father’s many achievements, a massive painting of himself in his youth hanging above the table, stacks of paper in neat piles throughout the room. They all lead to the man sitting at the desk, looking at Wylan with a scowl on his face. There was no beating stick in view, but Wylan had learnt to never underestimate the power of his father’s fists.

His father made a gesture beckoning Wylan to come forward, and he approached the desk until he put up a hand signaling for him to stop. Wylan stayed silent, having been trained long ago to never speak to his father unless spoken to.

“Wylan.” said his father. “I’m glad you came.”

Wylan nodded in acknowledgement. They both knew well that he had no choice in the matter.

“You know, when I woke up this morning, I thought ‘Maybe I should kill Wylan today.’”

Kill. Kill Wylan.

Kill Wylan.

It took a few seconds for his father’s words to unscramble in Wylan’s head. The world became unfocused as the simple sentence’s weight hit him.

“‘End his suffering once and for all. It’s not like he has anything to live for.’”

Wylan let out a choked, strangled noise. His father’s next words flew past him without registering. He had to be joking… right? His father couldn’t have wanted to kill him. This was all some cruel new trick to manipulate him. Another one of his father’s endless strategies to bend him to his will. He told himself over and over that it wasn’t true. Even the continuous stream of his Father’s words failed to break his trance. Yet, as he replayed it in his head in the hope of finding any kind of meaning behind the threat, something about the tone of his father’s voice, or the knowledge of how he had treated him for all these years, told Wylan that his words weren't empty.

“Oh, don’t look so shocked. I didn’t do it, of course, or you wouldn’t be standing here right now.” He sighed. “You must have considered that now I have Alys, I soon won’t have need for my insolent, defective son.”

Wylan blinked, and realised tears had been slowly streaming down his cheeks.

All he’d ever wanted was to be enough for his father. He’d thought that despite all the beatings, all the insults, every time he was locked in his room until he could read a single sentence of a children’s book, his father still loved him. A tiny part of him, the part that had kissed his mother and read to him as a child and tucked him into bed, still cared.

“I’m sorry.” whispered Wylan. His voice shook as he spoke, barely loud enough to be heard above the clatter of his thoughts. “I tried, Father. I tried so hard.”

His father scoffed. “I should have known you’d react this way. You’ve always been too emotional, Wylan. You may as well leave now, make yourself respectable before this evening. Just take this as an incentive. Be better tonight and all nights afterwards, or I will go ahead with that threat.”

When he reached his room, Wylan punched his drawer over and over until his knuckles were cracked and blood stained the wood. He didn’t feel a thing.

***

The ballroom of Ketterdam University had been filled with professors, wealthy students, and the entirety of Ketterdam’s elite to celebrate the opening of the new university wing that Jan Van Eck had so ‘generously’ funded. His painting had been hung prominently in the ballroom, illuminated by the numerous glass chandeliers, and his name engraved on a large plaque outside the new building. Wylan could tell that he was loving every single second of it.

Under normal circumstances, Wylan hated parties. The bright lights, the hordes of people talking over one another and his father’s constant grip on his arm were usually enough to drive him to hiding in a closet by the end of the night.

After this morning, he just wanted to get it over with.

He knew he should be terrified. If his behaviour at this event didn’t please his father, it could lead to his demise. The constant threat of death hanging over his head would scare anyone else into unquestioning submission. But, inexplicably to even Wylan himself, he felt so numb. Since his meeting with his father, he’d been drifting unthinkingly through the day, the usual fear blocked out by an overwhelming, horrifying lack of feeling. A sadness that stole away every drop of hope he had left, that told him to give up, that whispered that he had never mattered to anyone anyway. He had no choice left but to believe it.

So, Wylan could barely find it in himself to care about his potential upcoming death. He couldn’t find it in himself to care about anything but the hatred in his father’s eyes as he stated his intention to end Wylan’s life.

Even now, his father looked so remorseless. So cold. As Wylan followed him through the university campus, he couldn’t see a single drop of emotion on his face. He’d always believed it was a result of being a mercher for so long that he’d become a master at faking indifference. He was beginning to suspect that perhaps his father truly didn’t feel anything.

When the Dean noticed Wylan and his father being let in by a guard at the doorway, he rushed over to greet them. Wylan’s father gripped his arm far too tightly in a clear warning.

“Welcome, Mr Van Eck and…?”

Wylan’s father’s expression briefly soured. “His name is Wylan.”

“Welcome to our university, Mr Van Eck and Wylan Van Eck. Everyone here is incredibly grateful for your donation, and we hope this event will show even a small part of our thanks.”

His father smiled, an action that made Wylan’s stomach automatically churn. “Thank you. I’m very glad to be able to help the next generation of merchers that are being taught here.”

The Dean gestured to the guard and he threw open the doors, making the party guests immediately stop talking and turn to stare at the new arrivals. Wylan’s eye was caught by a dark-skinned Zemini boy, deep in conversation with a professor. He looked as if he was Wylan’s age, maybe slightly older - far too young to be attending such a prestigious university. After a few seconds, he gave the drink to the professor, seeming to end his conversation temporarily, and left the room in the direction of the bathroom.

“Please welcome Mr Van Eck of the Merchant Council, and his son Wylan! Mr Van Eck is the reason we can be here tonight, as his extremely generous donation enabled us to build our new wing. Of course, it was only fitting to name it the Van Eck wing in his honour. We hope you and your son enjoy the party.”

The crowd clapped politely, a few merchers rolling their eyes at the praise directed towards Jan Van Eck. Once people had turned back to their prior conversations, he and Wylan entered the overcrowded ballroom. Wylan tried to head for the food table in hope of a temporary respite from the noise, but his father grabbed his arm again and steered him in the direction of a group of merchers.

“This is my son, Wylan. One day he will replace me in the Merchant Council… if he plays his cards right.” The merchers laughed as if Wylan’s father had told the funniest joke they’d ever heard. “Go on, Wylan. Say something.”

His chest tightened. In all the time he’d had to prepare for this event, he’d forgotten to decide what to say if his father forced him to make conversation with other merchers.

“I… Uh… Hi. I’m- I’m Wylan.”

Wylan’s cheeks blushed a bright shade of pink at the ensuing chuckles, and he tried to avert his gaze from the clearly amused merchers. His father put his hand on his arm in seeming reassurance and, almost imperceptibly, pinched the skin on the side of his arm until he had to stop himself from crying out in pain. There would be a large purple bruise by tomorrow.

Stumbling over his words in public was a rookie mistake. He should have known better, but parties always put him on edge. The social cues he’d practiced over and over in the mirror had been completely snatched from him.

At least he felt something again. His head was beginning to spin, his breath coming short, a growing sick feeling in his stomach. The noise of the people scattered around the room became increasingly louder until Wylan winced in pain. When he did so, the previously beautiful chandeliers became blinding pillars of lights, and people began to talk more and more, as if they were laughing in his face.

“Have you decided whether to invest in the new stock coming in from Ravka this month?”

“Can you comment on the instability of the Ravkan economy?”

“How long do you think it will be before you tie the knot with your new girlfriend?”

“What are your thoughts on the growing economic power of that gang from the Barrel - the Dregs?”

Everything was so loud.

Stop. Stop. Please. Stop. There was so much noise. Too many people talking at once. It was so loud. Stop. Stop. Stop. Please could they stop they needed to-

“Stop!” yelled Wylan.

Every mercher in the group turned to stare at him. A look of fury flashed on his father’s face before he forced himself to smile, his eyes still twitching in concealed rage.

“I’m afraid my son has been feeling… not very well recently. I’m sure he just needs some time alone.”

Before his father had time to grab him, Wylan ran. He pushed through the crowds of people, his vision blurring, until he reached the corridor that led to the bathrooms. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his father take a deep breath and turn back to the other merchers. He was far more concerned about maintaining his public image than helping his son.

Wylan leant against the wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Whilst he was glad to be away from the party, the new environment had done nothing to quench the panic threatening to overwhelm him.

The bathroom door opened just as Wylan was about to enter, and it hit him square in the face. His head spun, and he was still trying to process what had happened when a figure came running out of the bathroom and slammed into Wylan. He jumped back as fast as possible, rubbing his injured nose, and gaped.

“I’m so sorry!” he blurted.

“Why are you sorry? I’m the one who slammed a door in your face! I should be sorry!”

Wylan looked up and began to splutter, unable to bring himself to say anything. The person he’d bumped into was the Zemini student from earlier, the boy who’d looked far too young to attend the university. From closer up, Wylan could see deep calluses on his hands - it came to Wylan suddenly that Novyi Zem’s primary source of income was jurda farming - and piercing grey eyes that were staring at him with concern. He was extremely, impossibly handsome.

“Are you okay? Because I’d never complain about a pretty boy staring at me, but it’s not usually after I’ve hit him in the face with a door.”

“You… you think I’m pretty?”

The boy raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think that’s the part we should be focusing on, Pretty Boy.”

In-between the embarrassment he felt at the compliment, Wylan realised he may be correct. It definitely wasn’t a good sign that the boy’s figure was swimming in front of him, or that his head was still relentlessly pounding. Whilst he wasn’t sure how much of that could be attributed to the door and how much to his ongoing panic attack, it would probably be best if he at least sat down.

“I- I’m not usually like this.” Wylan swayed a little. “You should come back and talk to me when I’m not dying… Oh wait…” He giggled. “I’ll be dead tomorrow anyway…”

“Okay, we’re definitely going to sit you down.”

The boy gently put an arm around Wylan’s back and helped him onto the corridor floor. They sat beside each other, slumped against the wall, in silence.

“I’m Jesper. I’m a student here. I didn’t want to go to this party anyway, but my professor made me come. Apparently I’m one of the ‘top students’ and they need me to ‘represent the university’ as their ‘youngest and most promising student’. I think there could be much better uses of my time than attending a party for some rich jerk.”

Usually, Wylan would have defended his father, but today, something in him was enjoying hearing him be insulted. Besides, he had a feeling that Jesper didn’t know his true identity, and if he did, he probably wouldn’t want to sit beside him anymore.

“I’m Wylan.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Jesper shoved three fingers in Wylan’s face, and he pushed them away, rolling his eyes.

“That’s not an answer!”

“You had three fingers up. I’m not concussed, you know.”

Jesper was silent for a while, until he noticed Wylan’s still-wet eyes.

“You do look like you’re about to cry, though. I’d like to think I can help with that too.”

It was nice of Jesper to try, but nothing he could do would prevent the inevitable punishment Wylan would face when he left this corridor. He needed to head back. The sooner he returned, the lesser his father’s wrath would be. He glanced back at the party - the loud voices, the crowds of people, his father engaging calmly in conversation as if nothing had happened - and found himself beginning to hyperventilate again.

He was going to die. His father hated him and he was going to die and Wylan would be dead and no one would mourn him because everyone hated him anyway and it would all be pointless in the end and—

Wylan felt soft arms wrap around his chest, holding him tightly. Someone was hugging him. Jesper. The pressure was just right, the other boy’s hands resting against his ribcage, and Wylan let himself lean into him. He buried his head in the crook of Jesper’s neck, letting the tears that had been building up for so long fall. Perhaps it was because Wylan hadn’t hugged anyone since his mother died, perhaps it was because he was the first person in months who’d treated Wylan like a fellow human, but Jesper felt like home.

When Wylan’s breathing returned to normal, he let himself pull away, but Jesper didn’t take his hands from their grounding position on his waist.

“Wylan, do you want to get out of here?”

“What do you mean?”

Jesper smirked. “You’ll see.”

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suganovakawa · 4 years

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𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem!reader , platonic hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , amnesia recovery

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

what is hajime’s deal ? what did oikawa do to him to get him so upset ?

word count : 1.3k

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀you weren't an idiot. you know, damn well at that, you are far from an idiot. and you sure as hell hoped hajime didn't take you as one. you lost your memories, not your common sense.

⠀it was quite obvious that hajime had that oikawa boy pinned up against a wall, and not in the dreamy way fanfictions like to describe it as. no, there was definitely unwanted tension between the two; it was evident they didn't like each other. despised each other, even. whether you had known of this before or after your incident, you wouldn't have been able to remember something like that.

⠀you really, truly hoped hajime didn't underestimate your observation skills, or your common sense. any random passerby would've seen the anger blazing those olive hued irises of his as he glared down at your classmate. was it coincidence that it was oikawa of all people that you two happened to bump into after school? you wouldn't have known of the brunet's reasons to have stayed at seijoh; then again, it probably wasn't any of your business.

⠀you wanted to speak up and confront iwaizumi as you had turned the corner - he was fast, but not fast enough to back up from the other before you laid eyes on the two boys. if the atmosphere between the three of you alone wasn't suffocating, you might've. it wasn't like you were afraid of confronting him. he seemed like a reasonable person, open to communication.

⠀in truth, it was oikawa you were worried about.

⠀the poor guy turned pale, the color draining from his skin when you entered the scene. as to why he had such a pitiful reaction, you wouldn't be able to guess. from the looks of his typical poise and attitude during school hours, he certainly didn't seem like the weak, bashful type. and according to hajime, he too had played volleyball alongside him. however, the universe seemed to not want you to know of their current relationship status - every time you asked, distractions would get in the way of an answer. in this scenario, oikawa’s silent plea for an escape was what drove you to play the oblivious card. the relief that shone in both of their eyes as you turned around to walk away sent your stomach in nervous turmoil.

⠀come to think of it, you were pretty kept in the dark about all of this. you only knew as much as hajime was willing to tell. the idea of asking others wasn't appealing to you yet; hajime seemed to be quite content being the only individual answering all of your questions. and while you were more than grateful for his assistance and his company alike, there was always that voice in the back of your head trying to reach out to you, but you had no idea what it was trying to say. it was too blurry to be put into words.

⠀you waited in front of aoba johsai with your arms crossed loosely at your sides, waiting for iwa to take you home as he had been insisting to everyday this week. whether he wanted this to occur everyday or not, that’s what it seemed like to you. you didn’t mind, but you wanted to branch out and find out who your other friends were. you spoke to the volleyball team at lunch time, and you enjoyed their company tremendously. alas, it was the only time of day you were able to give them, as hajime was quick to escort you everywhere, practically glued to your hip.

⠀the thought of you two being in a relationship crossed your mind, more times than one. it would be a valid explanation for his behavior. he acted the way a boyfriend should - walking you to and from school, helping you with assignments and keeping you company after hours, even offering to carry your belongings when you can clearly do it yourself. you appreciated and acknowledged the chivalry, but when it became too out of hand, you were curious. if you two were an item before your accident, was there a reason he hadn't told you yet? you remembered quite clearly what happened that first day you woke up in a hospital bed, he made it clear that you and him were just friends - nothing more, nothing less - but his behavior has been convincing you otherwise.

⠀"hajime - " you were cut off by the way he gripped your wrist - firm, but nothing that could hurt you. you wouldn't have been able to pull away if you wanted to, though. his strength outmatched yours. your words caught in your throat, he was angry, very angry. the scowl painted on his face frightened you; you hadn't seen him act this way all week. was this oikawa's fault? what could he have done to make him this worked up?

⠀"hajime, please slow down. i can't keep up with you pulling me around like this." your voice was solid enough to knock him out of his frustration, he jolted a bit and loosened his hold on your wrist so you could pull back. his hands clenched into fists, but you could tell he had calmed down. not all the way, but he was sensible. you were on your guard. usually you could read him like a book - he was always open to you. now, there was no telling what he was going to say to you next.

⠀"y/n, i have a request for you." his voice was quiet, soft spoken - as if projecting any louder would let off a bomb. "of course, you're not obligated to, but i would really, really appreciate if you could do this one thing for me."

⠀"sure, it's the least i can do to repay the kindness you've showed me all week. i can handle a simple request." your body was tense, and so was his. however, the tension was created from two different reasons. "what do you need from me, hajime?"

⠀"stay away from oikawa."

⠀you blinked. "excuse me?"

⠀"as far away as you can, don't let him talk to you, don't let him step near you, nothing. you shouldn't be with someone like him." your eyes shot open wider as your feet abruptly ceased walking, your chest dropping to your stomach as he caught onto your reaction. you didn't need to open your mouth, he knew exactly what you wanted to say. "he doesn't look like it, but he's a bad person, y/n. you don't need him in your life, you're better off without that germ infecting it. he's done bad things - especially to you. i don't need to remind you, i'll just plague your thoughts with bad things. you don't need to hold that burden."

⠀the vendetta he held against oikawa sent goosebumps through your body, and it wasn't anything comfortable. now he's telling you that he knows something about you he never bothered to tell you about before? didn't you have a right to know? if oikawa hurt you, shouldn't it be your business so that you yourself can judge if you should stay away from him or not? his lack of logic was beginning to concern you, but the glare in his eyes stated clearly that he was taking no argument. and since he was the one with all of his memories, you really had no room to impose.

⠀"... yeah. got it. oikawa bad. very bad. do not engage." hearing your compliance flipped a switch, he smiled brightly and nodded.

⠀"i knew i could count on you, y/n. believe me, you're much better off this way. the things he's done, are completely unforgivable. if you had your memories, you'd agree with me."

⠀maybe, but you wanted to be the judge of that.

a / n : this stupid taglist almost made me cry i had to do it six times because tumblr kept glitching on me n my dumbass kept forgetting to save it BAHAHAHA

wow i’m being productive lmao. second post in one night WOOOOO who needs school 😼 n e ways bit of a self promo but my new smau, rumor has it, is finally out! would be grateful if u check it out 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

taglist : @ot127 @rena0921 @karlitabi-rrito @psychicpercyjacksonfan @crescentbitch @amelimiles @damnirina @pasta-warlord @blossomingbangtan @clinomanians @i-am-kinda-in-a-lot-of-fandoms @manq-fandoms @citruss @sugar-wara @haikoo @anime-simp @kairostatue @awkwardspontaneity @iwantapoptartqwq @aquariarose @softestdreamer @plantisnotplant @avylee @froppysgirl @that-animebitch @wisepandaslimeland @samanthaa-leanne @dumplingzumispam @0hakaashi @captain-janeway @afterglowkuroo @bellabelieveme @attixca @chickenrest @tycrackculture @ynjimenez @lissa-writes-and-does-matchups @lavieenblancetnoir @dabilove27 @cuddleslut @crypto-s @keigosbitch @readeretal @shittykawaa @donghyuckster @adriloen @ella-solei @emiyummy @kukiisan @catyuyuyuu @sillykittt @dolan-mendes @kiritokunuwu @the-third-wall @yammers @monviemoo @dicerawr @psychopath-satan

taglist closed , i’m so glad you’re enjoying the series! 🥺🤲🏼✨❤️

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kigeog2260 · 3 years

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My Final Blog Post

For some of us, we’re reaching the end of our University experience, for most of us, we’re entering into our third or fourth years. What we all share is the knowledge gained from Applied Human Geography. While I did not believe this course would be mentally stimulating, in the end it truly was thought-provoking. In my final blog post for GEOG*2260, I will review the many concepts we are all familiar with in a reflection-style assessment.

What do I know for certain about Human Geography research?

[https://www.york.ac.uk/study/undergraduate/courses/ba-human-geography-environment-industry/]

Critical reflexivity, one of the first concepts taught in this course, is a ‘constant, self-conscious scrutiny of the self as a researcher & of the research process,’ (Hooykaas, 2021). After learning this concept, I was increasingly able to apply it to the assignments in this course and in others as well. Dowling highlights how critical reflexivity is important, explaining that ‘being reflexive means analyzing your own situation as if it were something you were studying,’ (Rowling, 2016). I decided to become very acquainted with critical reflexivity, and so I can declare I know this for certain about Human Geography research.

The second thing I know for certain about Human Geography research is ethics. Per my own philosophy, ethics is imperative to treating others as you would want to be treated! Although ethics is somewhat of a broad term, it is easily understood. The core principles surrounding ethics are: concern for welfare, respect for persons, and justice (Hooykaas, 2021). I also know for certain that the discussion between Stan and Richie in Chapter 3 highlights the difficulties in always being ethical. For example, ‘exploitative research denies respect for alternative ways of knowing,’ (Howitt & Stevens, 2016).

The last thing I know for certain is the difference between qualitative and quantitative data, that is, qualitative methods attempt to understand general principles of a human experience, environment, or process by gathering, verifying, and interpreting data, whilst quantitative methods measure and record data (Winchester & Rofe, 2016). Understanding the difference is crucial to the course because it is one of the learning outcomes we are expected to have upon completing the course.

Three Confusing Concepts

[https://www.rd.com/list/confusing-road-signs/]

When I saw the title of our Week 8 lecture slides, I was not only curious but confused. As I took notes on the slides however, the coding I know is nothing like the one we learned in this course. Coding has many different subcategories, including descriptive coding, deductive coding, and inductive coding (Hooykaas, 2021). As defined by the course textbook, coding ‘is a process by which researchers structure and interpret qualitative data,’ (Waitt, 2016). This concept is confusing because it does not seem entirely time-efficient to use a method that tasks so long.

The next challenging concept is found in Week 5, surveys. This particular concept is confusing to say the least as there are so many subcategories within itself to consider. Categorical, ordinal, interval, and ratio data are some of the categories we were taught, each having their own specific instructions (Hooykaas, 2021). The designated chapter for Week 5 does not shed very much light on this topic, unfortunately, and thus adds to my confusion.

Last but not least, triangulation was another challenging and confusing concept I learned this semester. Triangulation seems to be an important part of ensuring rigour when it comes to providing trustworthiness of research (Stratford & Bradshaw, 2016). Triangulation is essentially the implementation of multiple methods, researchers, theories, and datasets to ensure rigour (Hooykaas, 2021). While this concept is confusing to me, I can understand why it is a useful tool in Human Geography research.

What do I know about myself as a Human Geographic Researcher?

[https://www.sciencemag.org/news/2018/08/researcher-center-epic-fraud-remains-enigma-those-who-exposed-him]

The number one thing I know about myself as a Human Geographic Researcher is that I will always approach my work in an organized, structured fashion. This is essential to my learning process and my ability to keep track of what has been completed and what still needs to be done.

The second thing I know about myself as a Human Geographic Researcher is that everything I have learned up until this point in Applied Human Geography will remain with me for the duration of my academic experience. This course has afforded me the opportunity to enhance my ability to integrate course material into daily activities in my life, including the enhanced confidence in my research abilities.

The third thing I know about myself as a Human Geographic Researcher is that there is still more to know! My quest for knowledge will never subside, and it is with great optimism that experiences after University will continue to educate me in ways I cannot imagine.

Areas of Improvement

[https://www.tlnt.com/5-steps-to-keep-your-team-heading-toward-continuous-improvement/]

The first area of improvement is my initiative outside the course. While I find myself captivated by material during required hours, I am often lost in many other tasks that take up several hours of my day. This means that I lack the initiative to do outside research in my free time since my free time is mostly made up of doing something that truly gives my brain a rest.

Another area of improvement is my weakness is creating complex connections. I often find it difficult to make interrelated connections as it becomes confusing and tangled to a point where I want to avoid such a thing. I want to learn to accept challenges like this as that is what University is all about! Trial and error is important and so is perseverance in attempting to make these complex connections I struggle with.

My final area of improvement is marketing my skills, a concept we had the privilege to learn in Week 10. I often find myself denying my full potential, or underestimating myself, especially after reading the content in Week 10 since the labour market in Canada is competitive for our generation (Hooykaas, 2021). I also would really like to focus on improving this area because my field of work will be towards being a Junior/Intermediate teacher. When discussing the presentation of results, Kindon believes ‘the results of your work also need to meet the requirements of the academy,’ (Kindon, 2016). I believe this is true for the career I want to head into as well since I will also have requirements when presenting results to a class full of kids that rely on me to present academically correct information.

Thank you, Dr. Hooykaas, for consistently encouraging students to engage with the material, and using Tumblr as a unique platform for students to showcase their knowledge. A special thank you goes out to my fellow classmates as well, best wishes on your future endeavours!

- karina italiano

References

Hay, I. (2016). Qualitative Research Methods in Human Geography (4th ed.). Oxford Univ Press.

Hooykaas, A. (2021). GEOG*2260 Applied Human Geography. University of Guelph.

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Now I’m Here

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s! I am back once again with the next and final part to this story in the Robyn and Taron series! Thank you so much for all the wonderful comments, love and support for the story. You are all getting super gold glittery stars! Enjoy! I will post the next part in the series in the next week or so :) Suze xx

“Don't underestimate the power of friendship. Those bonds are tight stitches that close up the holes you might otherwise fall through.”

The rest of their night out had been perfect and once the music ended just after three thirty am, the chat and banter at the table lasted for another hour before those who were still straggling behind in the pub were kindly reminded that the pub shut at four.

The group stood outside laughing together for another half an hour before the cold ocean air started to swirl through them all and saying their goodbyes and with many hugs, each couple and person went their separate way but not without extra hugs for Robyn, all of Taron’s friends telling her she was more than welcome to come out with them any time she wanted.

Initially they had decided to grab a taxi back to Taron’s but after he decided he was hungry and wanted a bag of chips, taking their time, they walked back to his flat, munching on chips and laughing quietly with each other.

“I like your friends Taron.”

“Well you definitely made an impression on them chicken. Deian has already invited you back for Rachels thirtieth birthday.”

She laughed linking her arm with his. “I hope they go a little bit easier on you now that they have actually met me.”

“I can only hope. Maybe you would be willing to give me a lesson in smart comebacks so I can be prepared.”

“Whatever you need rocketman.”

They didn’t see their beds until near seven am that morning, Robyn first to wake at eleven. She made them some toast and brought the plate of buttered triangle slices and a large cup coffee to Taron in his room, who crawled under his duvet cover to try and get some more sleep.

“Come on rocketman, we are supposed to be having New Year’s Day dinner with your family at one.”

It was a struggle to get him out of his bed, Robyn threatening to throw water over his head, if he didn’t move, actually getting a glass and sprinkling him with some drips.

“Ugh so tired.” He complained looking down at his t-shirt that he had pulled on backwards. “Robynnnnn…” He whined. “Just five more minutes. I am so fucking tired.”

She smiled and stood beside him to help him right his t-shirt. “I know and no. You have already showered. No getting back into your bed.”

“How are you so bright and cheery?”

“Always am.” She grinned as he pulled his arms from his t-shirt and she twisted his top so the picture was on the front.

“Robyn come on. You were at the same night as me and only had an hours sleep more than me.” He slipped his arms into the arm holes of his t-shirt and pulled it down so it finally sat properly and the right way around. “I didn’t even drink that much and I have had two coffees and fuck my jaw hurts.” Taron plopped onto his bed and winced as he touched his jaw on the left side of his face.

“You were already tired Taron. Your Christmas is much busier than mine and while I could chill out on my couch for a few days, you have been seeing your friends and family and catching up with everyone before you have to fly back to New York. I can catch up with my friends and family whenever I want and let me look at your face.” She gently touched the blue bruising on his skin. “I hope that fades by the time you are back in New York or Matthew is never going to let me see you again.”

“I still have that arnica gel you gave me. I can use it on my face.” He turned to look at her. “Can’t we stay here and just watch TV?”

“And anger your mother? I don’t think so.”

“Rosie and Mari are going to expect so much from us.” He inwardly groaned. He wasn’t hungover at all, just extremely tired and his face ached from where he had been punched the night before and as much as he loved his sisters, he didn’t have the energy to put as much effort into doing something for them as they did with their tent.

“Ahh but I have already a plan for that.” She smiled as his eyes looked at her suspiciously. “This is where you say ‘Robyn what is your brilliant plan?’”

“Robyn what is your brilliant plan?” Asked Taron in that Irish accent he liked to use sometimes with her.

“Movie day.”

“Movie day?” He rubbed his eyes as he yawned a little. “Explain it to me a bit more Robyn. My brain is not functioning yet.”

“Pretty much what it is. A movie day. We make popcorn, sit on the couch and watch movies.”

“And you think my sisters are going to want to do that?”

“With you? And me? And if I still give them Elsa hair, then yes.”

“Well if you throw in the Elsa hair.”

“I am sure they were up late night and are just as tired as you. A movie day suits everyone. Probably even Tina and Guy. Think about it. Snuggling up in a duvet with some treats watching movies. It’s a perfect way to spend New Year’s Day.”

Rosie and Mari had been very open to the idea of a movie day and once they all had finished dinner and Robyn had plaited their hair, they sat nestled in-between Robyn and Taron on the couch with a duvet covering them, one for Taron and Rosie and one for Robyn and Mari, while Guy and Tina took the two single seaters. The girls had chosen Minions to watch and Taron had enjoyed watching and listening to Robyn as she laughed just as much as his sisters did at the silly antics of the yellow minions in the movie but as the time past, he could feel his eyes starting to close as he felt cosy and warm under the duvet and his head started to fall onto Rosie’s who sat beside him and she moaned that he was squishing her.

“Hey Rosie, switch with me.” Asked Robyn when she could see Taron’s body giving into the tiredness his felt, feeling sorry for little Rosie as Taron leant into her, the little girl much too small to take the weight of her brother’s body as he slumped against her.

Mari complained that Robyn was moving away from her but with some convincing she got the little girl to move and she now sat with Rosie against her right shoulder, while Mari’s head was on her lap and Taron’s head rested on her left shoulder, his whole body slouched down in the couch to make himself more comfortable as he slept. She had stripped herself of her knitted jumper before she moved and was very glad she did as all the Egerton children snuggled into her, the two girls engrossed in the movie, Taron dead to the world as he napped, she felt very warm and toasty. She carefully pulled the duvet down off herself and Taron, letting it fall to the floor, knowing that as he slept, Taron’s body temperature tended to rise a lot and she didn’t want him too warm as he dozed in his comfy jumper.

“He is always tired lately.” Commented Tina as she took the beautiful scene in front of her. Robyn had just become a natural part of her family now and she smiled as she watched her take care of the most precious people in her life. “The only time I haven’t seen him tired is when he came back to Aber from your home Robyn.”

Robyn looked to Tina and smiled a little. “He definitely caught up on a lot of the sleep those two weeks but to be fair on Taron, we were in pretty late this morning.”

“But yet you are fresh as a daisy.”

Robyn grinned. “I am able to function on little sleep and Taron’s job is a lot more demanding than mine and he has been much busier over Christmas too.”

“You don’t have any brothers or sister Robyn right?” Asked Guy.

“Yep. Just me and my parents, so our Christmas’s are probably a little less hectic than his.”

“So you are probably in your element now watching movies with Rosie and Mari.” Smiled Guy.

“Just a little bit. It’s nice to see what it would have been like to have siblings.” Robyn looked to Tina and Guy and could see the question on their face that they didn’t really want to ask but really wanted to know the answer too. “My mam had a lot of miscarriages before my parents actually managed to get pregnant with me and did try for another baby after but it just wasn’t meant to be. I don’t feel like I have ever missed out. My cousins live next door to me so I always felt like I had siblings. I have never felt lonely or anything and to be honest it was probably what helped me be so independent and not need to rely on anyone for anything.”

“You were probably lucky. Rosie and Mari act like little darlings but my God can they bicker.” Laughed Tina.

“But they will be best friends when they get older and they have the best big brother they could ask for.”

“You are so good to him Robyn.”

“He’s good to me too.”

“He had better be.”

Robyn heard the warning in Tina’s voice and knew she was thinking about what had happened in New York between them and with a firm tone in her voice, Robyn reassured her. “He is Tina.”

“So, you are actually going to bring him to a sporting event?” Asked Guy with a grin. “Not one for sport our Taron.”

Robyn laughed. “Me neither but because we played some hurling when he came to see me, I thought I would actually show him what hurling is like when played professionally. It’s just a friendly game but still will be a good day out.”

“And it’s in Dublin?”

“Yeah in Croke Park. The big sport stadium.” She could see the worry building in Tina’s eyes. “No one will know Tina or expect him there. It will be completely safe for him.”

“I don’t have to worry about that Robyn. I know he is completely safe in your hands.” Robyn was about to answer her back when Taron moved in his sleep and turned so he was curved a little more into her, his right arm now thrown across her stomach, Tina’s eyes glued to her son as he snuggled deeper into the woman who held him so tenderly in her arms. “So safe Robyn.”

Despite his nap after dinner, Taron was still exhausted and Robyn started to worry about him when he almost collapsed onto his bed when they were back at his flat four hours later. She knelt beside him and placed her hand on his forehead. “Do you feel ok?”

He smiled as her hand moved down his face and rested on his left cheek. “I don’t feel sick chicken. Just tired.”

“You have been saying that since I arrived yesterday.” She replied still concerned as he lay on his back with his eyes closed.

“We put a lot of extra hours in on set and I think I was only getting four or five hours sleep each night and I have had a good few late ones since I have been home too and now that I am actually not doing anything and not too busy, it’s hit me like a truck. I am not sick.” He opened he eyes and was met with that usual concern Robyn always had for him. “I promise chicken. Not sick.”

Still frowning Robyn put her hand on his forehead again but he lifted it off and sat up so he could kiss her cheek. “Carry on our movie marathon here? Maybe chuck in a head massage? Seeing as how they are free at the moment.” Taron laughed as Robyn picked up one of his pillows and gently hit him with it before he pulled it off her and hit her back.

“Yeah ok definitely not sick.” She agreed as he hit her again.

“So movies? And massages?” He grinned, settling back into his bed ready for a proper full night’s sleep. So far it had been a wonderful two days with his family and friends and he was very much looking forward to the two he got to spend in Ireland with Robyn.

It was definitely easier finding his way through Dublin airport when he had someone who knew where she was going to guide him and the journey out to the carpark was so much simpler then trying to get a bus. Robyn had parked her car in the short-term car park for the two nights that she was in Aberystwyth and it made their journey back to her house much quicker than waiting for a bus or train.

Taron sighed happily as Robyn let him into her house and she grinned as he went straight for her couch, jumping over it and into the corner, picking cwtch up and giving him a long cuddle.

“Hello my favourite dinosaur, my old buddy, old pal.”

“So I will bring in the bags then, yeah?” Questioned Robyn as she wheeled her case in and carried Taron’s duffle over her shoulder. “And make yourself at home.”

“Already have chicken, already have. Ahh I missed this couch.” Taron snuggled a little deeper into the corner of the grey L couch and kicking his boots off, threw his feet up onto the cushions. He grinned as Robyn walked over towards him and stood with her hands on her hips, tilting her head as she looked at him.

“Cosy Taron?” She asked grinning as he cuddled cwtch, his bruised face buried into his soft blue fur. Tina had frowned when she saw her son’s split lip but when she found out why he looked a little bit battered, she hugged him tight. His elbow was still a little stiff, sore and lightly bruised but he could bend and move it and some paracetamol it took away the slight ache.

“Ahh just perfect.” He sighed closing his eyes, burying his face deeper into cwtch.

“Should I sell off our tickets for the hurling match tomorrow and just spend our weekend here on the couch?”

“Well you know, if you want.” He laughed when a blue cushion hit face. “Hey watch it. I am already bruised.”

Robyn didn’t answer him but brought their luggage into her bedroom and into her closet. She left Taron’s duffle on the floor and lifted her case onto her bed so she could empty it out. The Care Bear Taron had given her was right on top and she took it out first and settled it on the pillows on her bed and as she make sure the rainbow bear was sitting properly, Taron walked in.

“You left me.”

“You looked like you were ready to have another nap.”

“I am all napped out. I had great sleep last night.”

“Yeah I know Taron. I was there.” She laughed. “I was just unpacking a little.”

“You weren’t lying about the Christmas trees were you?” Taron walked around her and over to where her white make up table was, a Christmas tree right beside it.

“Nope. Love them. Wait until it is dark and I turn on all the fairy lights.” Robyn really only wanted to take the Care Bear out from her case, so once she had done that, she dropped her case back in her closet. “You want something to drink?” She asked him, leaning on her closet door, finding it had to believe that Taron was back on her home. Watching him looking at the ornaments on her tree, it felt like he had never left.

“Tea?” He turned to her. “Maybe something yummy to eat from your fridge?”

“I am glad I kept some cookies behind. I knew you would ask for something sweet to eat.”

Ten minutes later, they were sitting at her breakfast bar, Taron with a cup of tea in his hands, Robyn making it exactly the way he liked it and was munching on a cookie.

“So were you given a break from your training because it is Christmas?” She asked him.

“Yeah a bit of one.” Grinned Taron, making a point of stuffing half the cookie into mouth, Robyn rolling her eyes at him.

“I was just thinking, I shouldn’t have made you tea.”

“Why not?”

“Because we are supposed to be going over to my mams for a chat and she will want to make you tea too.”

“I can drink another cup of tea chicken. Not the end of the world.”

At Robyn’s childhood home, as Lizzie went to re-fill his cup for the third time, Taron had to put his hand out to stop her. “Thank you but no. I am so full of tea, I am going to turn into a tea bag.”

Lizzie smiled and put the tea pot back on the table. “So, you two had a good time on New Year’s Eve?” She asked. “Maybe too good a time?” She added, looking to her daughter.

“It was a great night. I got to meet Taron’s friends.”

“No late night swims?” Asked Lizzie much to the shock of Taron causing the sip of tea he drank to go down the wrong way.

“Mam!” Scolded Robyn as she rubbed Taron’s back. “No swimming this time.”

“Just Taron falling over and hitting his face off the ground.” Taron quickly looked to Robyn after Lizzie had spoken.

“It was boys being boys Mam. Taron and Deian made a bet that the other couldn’t walk backwards down the prom and Taron proved he couldn’t when he tripped and fell.”

“Flat on my face, as you can see.” Smiled Taron touching his face. “And I will never live it down either. Robyn came to my rescue again though, patched me up.”

Lizzie wasn’t too sure if she believed what she was being told and easily picked up on the looks exchanged between the two so decided to drop the topic and move on. “So, are you looking forward to going to Croke Park tomorrow?” She asked instead.

“Very much so.” Taron nodded. “I am excited to see this game in play. I am not really into sports but I mean it’s just people hitting a ball back and forth, shouldn’t be that hard to follow.” Lizzie and Robyn laughed at his words, while Taron looked from one to the other. “What? What is that laugh for?”

As Taron sat in the stand in Croke Park, he realised why Robyn and her mam had been laughing. It was almost impossible to keep up with the game, it moved so fast and keeping sight of the ball was a lost cause for him. He was always one step behind and Robyn had started to cheer before he realised a team had scored or a free was given. He might have been at a loss with regards to the game but he was enjoying very much how Robyn was so engrossed in the action, shouting at the referee when she disagreed with a decision he made, or when he didn’t notice some underhanded moves between players.

“Jesus!” He cursed when the echo of the slam of two hurley sticks reached his ears, his eyes opening wide as the player with the broken hurley stick, still ran after the ball. “This game is dangerous.”

Robyn laughed at him as she sat back down on her chair, having gotten to her feet with the crowd as the referee blew the whistle when a fowl was made. “I told you that when we played.”

“Robyn we did not play. We just dabbled compared to this. You actually played this game? Competitively?”

“Only for a season.”

“And you haven’t broken a bone?”

She grinned. “No. Got a few bruises alright but that was about it.”

Taron shook his head and turned back to the game when an angry cheer went up around him. “So are we winning?” He asked her.

“By two points but it could all change.”

Taron turned back to the busy fast paced game and tried to keep up but he found it so hard to follow the ball. It didn’t mean he wasn’t having a good time. Robyn surprised him that morning with a sports jersey, in the maroon and white colours of county Galway, one of the teams playing in the game. She explained it was likely that the other team, Kilkenny in their yellow and black, would probably win but she had to support where cwtch came from. Taron happily pulled on the jersey over a long-sleeved white top, his heavy navy coat over that, his hat on his head. They took the train from Kilcreen to Dromcondra where the stadium was and walked the twenty minutes with the crowds to Croke Park. Taron kept close to Robyn as he followed her the whole way to their seats, smack bang in the middle of stadium on the lower stands, the most perfect view.

“My dad has connections.” She explained when he expressed his glee with the view. “Got me some good tickets.”

He had never once worried about being noticed and no one near or around him even looked at him twice, the Irish fans just seeing a man and woman together enjoying the game and it really helped him to relax and concentrate on the sport rather than being recognised. As Robyn jumped from her seat and celebrated with the other Galway fans around her, he got to his too.

“Something happen?” He asked her, trying to look on the field to see what had made the crowd react so happily.

“Galway scored a goal! We are winning by one point. Of course it doesn’t mean much with twenty minutes to go but it can give a team the motivation they need to win.”

The crowd stayed on their feet as the game got more heated and Taron was finally starting to understand what was going on with Robyn commentating beside him and he quickly found himself getting caught up in the excitement and now being able to follow the ball for himself, reacted the same as Robyn when a player from the opposing team scored a goal.

“How long left?” He asked her.

“About five minutes and extra time.”

“We’re not gonna win.”

“Scores happen so fast in this game and with the score being so close, it is too hard to call it. Unless Kilkenny get another goal, Galway could win it.”

It was a tense five minutes and the scores moved back and forth as each team hit the small leather ball over the bar of the goals and as the extra time started, the scores were even and a roar of cheers went up when a Galway player hit the ball fast and hard over the bar and it was quickly followed by another and as the referee blew the full time whistle, the stadium exploded in a huge cheer of claps and calls, the players on the field celebrating together at they won.

Taron clapped along with those around him, laughing as Robyn punched the air, even more so when she threw her arms around him for a hug, hugging her back.

“Well that was an experience.” He said as she let him go. “Those last twenty minutes though.”

She grinned. “I kinda get caught up in it.”

“I saw. It was interesting to watch. I thought you didn’t have a competitive side.”

“Like I said. I got caught up in it.”

“This was fun. I enjoyed this a lot. Once I understood what was going on.”

Robyn smiled. “Yeah hard to follow.”

“It’s just so fast. I finally get my eyes on the ball and it’s gone and I can’t find it again. I got there in the end though.”

“Maybe we should have started out smaller with a game in Kilcreen before Dublin.”

“Nah, I liked this. This was something I would never have done if I hadn’t of met you. I like doing these things with you. You always manage to bring me somewhere different. Like hurling or to choir.”

“How about going for a pint and some food now?” She asked, her question making Taron smile.

“That sounds amazing.”

“Not in Dublin though. Let’s head back to Kilcreen and go to one the pubs in the town.”

“Even better.”

Robyn took his hand and they walked together out of the stadium and back towards the train station. She made them take their time, as she knew there would be a rush for all the fans and supporters to get back to the train, so they slowly sauntered back towards the station, letting the crowds rush past them and fizzle out. It had been such a wonderfully relaxed day so far and she loved seeing Taron genuinely enjoying himself and smiling. Even with their slow walk back to get the train, every carriage was full and they ended up standing. Taron leant his back against the perspex that divided the end seats from the doors and as more passengers got on the train, Robyn found herself pushed up against him, her back against his chest and she grinned as he lazily dropped his arms around her shoulders, wrapping her in a little hug, her hands going to his.

“Thanks for getting the tickets.” He said into her ear.

“It was really my dad.” She replied, feeling Taron chuckle against her.

“Ok well thank your dad for me.”

“Will do.”

It was a very cosy train journey back to Kilcreen and as it was the last stop on the line, most of the passengers had already gotten off the train before they needed to so Taron and Robyn took a seat once they were vacated, Taron travelling backwards as he sat opposite Robyn. Once they arrived in Kilcreen, Taron again let Robyn guide him towards one of the pubs in the town, the one that had the seats outside it opposite the canal and they walked through the busy bar and towards the seating and tables at the back that were used for meals during the day. The took a two-seater table in a corner and after a glance at the menu ordered some food and a drink, Taron asking for pint of Guinness. Robyn rolled his eyes as the server brought the black and white ale over to him and his eyes glistened with delight.

“Such a tourist.” She said to him as he took a sip.

“So much better in Ireland than anywhere else.” He laughed wiping the foam from his top lip.

“So they say.”

“Oh it’s true.” He replied and took another long drink. “You won’t tell my trainer if I order another one, right?” He asked.

Robyn laughed at him. “I am not going to tell your trainer about any of the delicious food you have been eating or drinking.”

After their meal and another drink, they made their way back to Robyn’s, Taron feeling full and satisfied as he sat down in the corner of the couch, sighed happily. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the silence around him, taking in the quiet and calmness, the same that he had felt the last he was in Robyn’s home. He felt the couch sink as she sat beside him.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

“I just love how tranquil your home is. I can just sit and enjoy it without interruption.”

“Or taking your coat or hat off.”

Taron looked down and blushed and getting to his feet, zipped his coat open and took it off, throwing it down to the end of the couch along with his hat. “I’ve had such a good day Robyn. I love that when I come here, I just feel so serene and relaxed.”

“Maybe because it’s quiet here?”

Taron smiled. “Maybe but more so because you are here and being in your presence calms me.” He felt Robyn nudge him. “Yeah I know getting all soppy and you know this but when I come here, I really feel like I have rested and slept.”

“You have one more night of perfect sleep awaiting you tonight.”

Taron picked up cwtch. “I am bringing cwtch to sleep with me tonight.”

“Okie dokie. I have a new Care Bear. We are both sorted. Hey Taron, Taron! Don’t use cwtch as a weapon.”

Taron stopped hitting Robyn with the dinosaur. “Sorry cwtch.”

“Oh, sorry cwtch?” Robyn gently pushed him and got up from the couch. “Maybe you should bring cwtch back to Wales with you.”

Taron got to his knees, still holding cwtch and watched as she walked around the back of the couch. “Really?” He asked her, leaning over the back of the couch. “I could have your throw and cwtch in New York with me. He would love it.”

As quick as lightening, Robyn pulled the dinosaur from his hands. “You got my throw, you are not getting cwtch.” She said to him, walking into her bedroom.

“You gave me the throw for my birthday! I technically didn’t take it from you.” He shouted after her, grinning as cwtch came flying back towards him from around the corner. Laughing he snuggled back into the couch, taking a long breathe as his heart raced. He buried his face into the plush in his hands and closed his eyes to try and stop his thoughts from running away from him. He had been telling himself that he may have admitted his honest feelings to his mam and best friends but still refused to say anything to Robyn because more than ever and especially after New York, his friendship with her was more important than anything and precious to him.

“I will be checking your duffle when you go home Taron. You are not taking cwtch away from me.”

He laughed as she sat beside him. “I won’t take cwtch away from you. I would be worried what you might do to me if I did.”

“Good.” She stood up again to grab the TV controller from the coffee table and sat back down. “What you want to watch?”

“Anything.”

Robyn turned to look at him and not for the first time since they had been back together, her heart thumbed a little harder. Beautiful was not normally a word that was used to describe a man, but as Taron sat so casually still wearing the Galway jersey, cwtch on his lap, with his bruised face and wonderfully cheeky grin, it was what he was. Beautiful.

“What are you staring at?” He asked her.

“You’re pretty.” She answered honestly, knowing she just got caught ogling him.

“You’re adorable!” He laughed. “And even more so when you blush like that.” He chuckled and moved so he could swing his arms around her and pull her back into the couch with him. “Watch whatever you want chicken.”

Robyn flicked through the TV stations and settled on one of the Harry Potter films, dropping the controller onto the couch next to her left leg.

“So, when do you rehearsals start for RENT?” He asked her.

“We have a cast meeting on Monday and then proper rehearsals start Thursday with music. Thankfully there is not much dancing in this one so it’s mainly music and song rehearsals.”

“And how are you feeling about it all?”

“Really good at the moment, nervous but that’s always the way.”

“You will keep me a ticket?”

“You’ll keep a day free in your promotional tour for Kingsman?”

“My tour starts in early April and your show is?”

“The first week of April.”

“Well I am still waiting for confirmation for the actual start date of my press tour so hopefully it will be not too early in April and after the first weekend so our dates don’t clash and if not I will figure something out. I am coming to see the show.”

“Or you can watch it on DVD afterwards.”

“No Robyn. I am coming to see you on stage. I will work it out. I promise.”

Robyn didn’t want to remind him that sometimes because of his work, his promises were hard to keep so she just nodded and turned back to the TV, a yawn and stretch filling her whole body that came from nowhere.

“Well hello sleepy head.” He smiled her way, moving a little so her elbow dig missed him.

“Not all of us got a lot of naps these last few days.” She said through another yawn. “You’ve had one before we went out on New Year’s Eve, one at your mam’s house and one on the train to the airport. Me, I’ve had none. Zilch. Nada.”

“You are not really a nap person though.”

“Yeah ok I will give you that.”

“I am just pretty used to grabbing some sleep whenever and wherever I can, especially between scenes on set. Just second nature to me at this stage and you are knackered chicken.” He watched as she yawned again.

“Been a wonderful few days Taron but now as we sit, the tiredness kicks in.”

“It has been a wonderful few days and now it is your turn for a nap. Come here.” Without giving Robyn the chance to protest, he gently wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and guided towards his chest but kept going until her head was on his lap. “Stretch out Robyn. Do you want cwtch as a pillow?”

“No thanks rocketman. I am good.” Robyn moved to get a little more comfortable but sat up suddenly and looked to him. “Hold on.”

He watched confused as Robyn found a sudden lease of life and walked to her front door and he blinked when the whole house was plunged into darkness.

“Robyn!” He called out.

“Just give me two seconds. It will be worth it.”

Taron couldn’t see anything and before his eyes adjusted to the dark, a new light shone through Robyn’s home as the two Christmas trees lit up along with strings of multicoloured fairy light that hung across every wall, around the fish tank and over the piano. Taron looked around smiling as he began to understand Robyn’s absolute love for fairy lights.

“Want to take a guess at how many there are?” She asked him as she sat back beside him.

“I don’t think I could actually guess. A couple thousand?” He asked.

“And some. Just add to them every year.”

“So, you ready to take your nap now?” He asked. “Pity my throw is in New York. This is a perfect opportunity to use it.”

“Don’t need it.”

“No?” He questioned as he slipped his arm around her shoulders.

“Nope. You know you are always warm.”

“Always?” He grinned.

“Always.”

“So, we don’t need the blanket then. Now nap time.” Taron lightly pulled her down on his lap again and felt Robyn move her head a little until she got comfortable on his legs. “Can I take your clip out?” He asked her and once her nod gave him permission, he opened the slide that held her hair away from her face and once open, the loose strands cascaded down her right cheek and he quickly brushed them from her face.

“Way too long.” She said as she lifted her shoulders a little so he could pull her hair away so she wasn’t laying on it.

“Don’t even think about cutting it. My sisters would be devastated if your Rapunzel hair is gone. They have refused to get their hair cut since they have seen yours.” He ran his fingers through her hair and fished out the pink strands. “And they saw this when we went for dinner at my mam’s and now they want pink hair like Robyn’s.”

She chuckled, closing her eyes as Taron started to play with hair. “I actually have an appointment next weekend and despite what you say Taron, I am going to get at least two inches cut off.”

“Robyn…”

“It needs it. The ends are so bad.”

“What is your hairdresser going to say when they see this pink.”

“I don’t think she is going to be very impressed with me but oh well.”

Taron laughed at her couldn’t care less attitude and moving his right hand to the top of her head, lightly ran his fingers the whole length of her hair. “Just don’t cut it all off.”

“I won’t. I have been waiting for years for it to grow to this length. Just a trim of sorts.” She snuggled a little further into Taron’s thighs and closed her eyes as the tips of his fingers danced lightly on her scalp. She tucked her legs up a little into her chest and tentatively placed her left hand flat on Taron’s leg while her right rested under her chin. “Maybe you can leave yours grow out too?”

“You like my hair a bit long, don’t you?”

“Not going to lie to you but yes, yes I do.”

With a chuckle Taron, gathered Robyn’s hair in a bunch and held it in his right hand, while his left dipped into the curve of her neck and softly made lazy circles on her skin. He felt a shiver run through her. “Are you cold?” He asked her as he moved his hand from her neck and ran his hand up and down her left arm a few times.

“No Taron. I’m ok.”

“You sure.”

“Positive. Robyn sleep now.”

“You do that chicken.” Taron resumed his little kneading movements on the back of her neck, his hand moving up through her hair. “Sleep.”

Robyn smiled with her eyes closed as Taron tenderly returned the favour of the many head massages she had given him and begged her body not to shiver with delight again as his nimble fingers worked their way from her neck through her hair and to her forehead, treating her to the same focused and soothing motions he was used to getting. Robyn completely relaxed under his touch and as he added a little more pressure to her crown of her head, she took a long deep breathe, soaking up the heat from his legs and as the tiredness from their somewhat busy weekend, fully settled into her body, she fell into a calming and comforting sleep.

Taron’s hand moved to Robyn’s waist and let the motions of her breathing move his hand up and down. Taking a risky chance, Taron let his fingers slip under the tiniest part of her jersey that had ridden up and onto the skin that was a little exposed. Even though he had thought Robyn was cold, her bare skin was warm and so soft under his fingers. Deciding he had been lucky so far, he stroked the skin just above the waistband of her dark demin jeans and closing his eyes, sighed heavily. Every touch, every moment spent together with Robyn was so satisfying but so cruel at the same time and his pounding heart and sweaty palms only confirmed his ever-growing love for the sleeping woman in his arms.

#Taron Egerton #Taron Egerton Fanfiction #Taron Egerton Fiction #Taron Fiction #Love #Friendship #Support #Cuddles #Excitment #Spending Time Together #Learning New Things #Experiencing New Things #Family #Home #Robyn and Taron #Feelings

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spaceoceania · 4 years

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🎊🎉I FREAKING DID IT🎉🎊

I commented 👏on👏 every👏 single 👏norray 👏fanart👏and👏fanfic👏submitted👏for👏norrayweek2020👏on👏Tumblr👏and👏ao3👏

Like??? How the hell did my dumbass even do that??😂😂 Ahhh I'm in so much awe with myself. I mean good job Amy you succeeded in accomplishing your goal, made a lot of people happy, and voiced your genuine reaction and appreciation to all the creators!! :'D 👏👏💖💖 But on the other hand, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU AMY AGAIAHAH😂😂 Like, if you just go through the tag, you can just see me in every comment section (is that even what you call it here on tumblr?? Or is it reply section??) And it's highkey creepy😂 LIKE AMY YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DO ALL THAT SHIT AGSISHSUJA- but then again it's oddly satisfying too?? Fryrutgj 🙏✨🎉 UwU

The best part is that I did it all within the actual norray week! When I was double checking I got everyone, i spent most of my time laughing at how dumb I sounded xD I didn't have to comment on as much stuff as i thought I would! 😂🙏 As in for ao3, I don't even know how I did that- cause I left some long ass comments in some works... Like jeez Amy just shut up🤦😂 Looking back at it now and I'm just like... So shook about it😂💖

So yeah guys! :D Quote me on the fact that I actually commented on everything for norrayweek!👏🎉🎉💖 But I'm pretty sure i missed something cause tumblr really hates us and wouldn't show some stuff on the tag😒😒 So yeah tell me if I missed something cause I apparently never get tired of screaming about fanart 💖😅🤦 Rip Twitter and Instagram though- there was some pretty amazing stuff on both platforms! Like, I dont even know how norrayweek was happening on Instagram!! :0 I saw a post about it on my explore page I was shook! So bless everyone who spread the news🙌🙏 And just bless everyone who participated💖 Hopefully next time I'll be able to share my love with the people on Instagram and Twitter!! <3

I can't wait for the next norray week!💖 UwU Next time I'll try to not be super ambitious😂 And I'll make sure to NOT LEAVE FUCKING ESSAYS ON THE COMMENT SECTIONS AGSISHWHSJ😭🤦😂😂 (don't quote on that tho... I always underestimate how excited my dumbass can get😪)

So yeah anyways I just want to thank everyone who organized and participated in this!!💖✨ I would tag those people but... I don't wanna bother them😅 So yeah! You all know who you are :') Actually, if you're reading this, then you're probably one of them! Actually no nevermind, it's all of us!💖 (so everyone reading this😂) It's thanks to everyone who has ever made content and everyone who like/reblog/commented on said content! And also to everyone who just supported and voted from afar! :3 Thank you guys so much <3 Norrayweek was such a nice way to start 2020 ^^

And like?? I'm still so amazed by how talented yall are?? Like?? FREAKING BRAVO TO YOU ALL👏👏✨✨ 🎉🎉🎊🎊 Trust me, if I could give every single one of you guys showers of love, I so would!! Like we got all types of content is amazing!! :DD Not only did we get some LOVELY fanfics, we also got some AMAZING fanart!!👏👏🙌🙌✨✨💖💖 AND WE GOT A COSPLAY PHOTO AND AN AMV AGAUQJAH👏👏🎉🎉🎉✨✨💖💖💖

Anyways here are some random facts about me and norrayweek😂:

I can clearly remember the first and last fanart submission here on tumblr! :D🙌💖 (first by our lovely @/sweetylittlebirdie 💕and last by our queen @/mika-hime✨)

I can't remember that ⬆ for fanfics on ao3 but the first and last fics I left a comment on were both to the same author! And that was for @/piperemerald <3

I reblogged a total of 3 posts relating to norryaweek! One which was an art made by our goddess @/justanotherbnhalover because her art kills me like that xD the other one was the amv I keep talking about which was made by our girl @/mika-hime because it was just so beautiful! And the last one was a mini fic by @/vidaflxwer cause omg I c r i e d- so yeah X3 I had a quite a lot of stuff to say about all those three things and the idea of leaving multiple comments never crossed my mind at first. So I ended up gushing about it on the tags😂💖

The hardest part of norrayweek was easily making my orgins post cause i kept going back and editing it and then the little shit didnt even show up in the tags😂

There were two fanarts that I didnt leave a comment on at first cause I personally gushed to the creator about it through the chat box. But when I was going through the tag again I found those two arts and gave the creators a comment😂💖

This is the second ship-week I have officially participated on! :D

But this is the first time time I actually make it all the way through the ship-week!! 😅

I was never able to memorized the prompts and what day they were attached to xD So I had to look at the screenshot of the prompts quite a lot of times.

So yeah! :D Everything for Norrayweek2020 should have a comment from me except for those three posts that I reblog and everything posted on ao3 cause i just left the comment on ao3! :3 So if you see something that doesn't have me screaming in the notes, tell me so I can go gush about!! X3

Thank you all so much and thank you to whoever read all of that xD <3

#okay time to go set myself on fire-#jk jk😂#my next goal is reading everything posted on ao3 and oooooooabsisja #imma take my time with that one😅#but aaaaa i did it guys!#norrayweek ended like 3 weeks ago but i did it!!#norray #norrayweek #norrayweek2020 #okay now i'll shut up about norray😂#i mean i'll try to okay #also fun fact #i fell asleep before posting this last night so here i am posting it at 4 am xD

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kc-meets-dc · 5 years

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Okay, folks, you all knew this was coming...

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

SO GOOD!!! OH, MY GOD!!! THAT WAS SO GOOD!!!

*deep breath* Okay. Now that that’s out of my system, time for the usual recap. Also, since this post is extremely long, you may skip down to the very bottom to find a tl;dr version of my predictions for season four based on what we saw here.

These last three episodes were AMAZING!!! And boy did they keep me on my toes! Even though it wasn’t the first of the three, I’d like to start this recap with episode 25, aka Goddammit, Will You Stop Horsing Around, Grandon, And Finally Freaking Confirm Or Deny Whether Or Not My Son Is Dead?????

I’ll admit I have lost a little (A veeeeeery little) amount of hope that Wally’s still alive somewhere. Thank God for that ending, though! There is still hope. But also, did anyone else pick up on the serious gay vibe Zatanna was giving off in the last two episodes? I know a lot of people are going to say her “Artemis, you know I love you” line was out of friendship. But, then again, this is Tumblr. When it comes to people being in lesbians with each other, we all kinda hope for the best here. And I have spent many an hour, a day, a week, a month, 525,600 minutes (You get the point) of my life analyzing whether or not people have romantic intentions or attractions in TV shows and movies. And, folks, I can say without a doubt that that “I love you” really meant “I love you.” And combine that with the fact that Artemis seems to finally have closure over Wally...

I think Snaibsel has a real shot at becoming canon next season. It’s either that or Zatanna is really Rocket’s significant other who we still know NOTHING about. Seriously, why is that? Why can’t we get a serious confirm or deny out of Grandon about even something this small? I highly doubt answering the question of whether or not Rocket is married to a woman would really “spoil” anything. In fact, it would probably get MORE people to watch the show because of the representation. So, yeah. We may be able to add two, possibly three depending on how Artemis feels, people to the LGBT characters list in Young Justice. On another note, I like to think that Will has also finally moved on. While he may not be in love with Artemis (Thank God!!!), I believe that him blowing out the candle in that final scene means that he has finally moved on from Cheshire, given that the first candle going out seemed to symbolize Artemis moving on from Wally, and now Will will finally start looking for someone else.

Then there’s episode 24, which all I can say about is TAKE THAT, GRANNY, YOU OLD BAG!!! Oh, and the same goes to Lex Luthor in episode 26, btw. Also, yeah, I guarantee you that Bart and Ed are a couple. Int he X-Pit, Ed’s first instinct wasn’t to save Jaime who was clearly suffering the most. It was to save Bart! Add that to the animation sequence that I can only assume was supposed to be a cheek kiss that was edited out because the crew severely underestimated Tumblr’s ability to see and analyze everything that ever happens in a show even when it happens at superspeed and thought they wouldn’t need to waste extra animation money on adding it in *inhales after such a long spiel* plus the fact that he was so concerned over Bart’s safety in Elder Wisdom, and you’ve got yourselves one can of 100% certified canon Goldpulse (Or Zetaflash or Bartuardo. Seriously, when are we all going to agree on one single ship name for those two? Which should definitely be #goldpulse, btw).

Also, go Vic for finally accepting who he is! He even went back to school and befriended Cisco, who I guarantee we’ll be seeing next season as Vibe! Honestly, my only real complaint about that episode is that the rest of The Outsiders didn’t get too much screentime in that or any of the other episodes released today besides Cyborg and Beast Boy. Same goes to Batman Inc, which I’m hoping we’ll be seeing more of next season. i.e. the totally mishandled and underused Cass Cain, Stephanie Brown, Cissie King-Jones, and, for the second season in a row, (Goddammit, Grandon!) Tim Drake.

Actually, I’m kinda betting that the so-called “core group of characters” that next season is supposed to be centered around will actually consist of the ORIGINAL Young Justice characters from the comics. Namely, Superboy, Impulse (I know he’s named Kid Flash now, but you get it), Tim Drake’s Robin, Wonder Girl, and maaaaaaaaybe Arrowette. Still not really sure if she’ll be featured more, or if they’ll switch her out for Spoiler to add some relationship drama to Cassie and Tim who I guess are still a couple??? But yeah, I think that might be the direction the next season is going.

Finally, that brings us to episode 26, and I have four words for you that perfectly describe my feelings about it: LONG LIVE THE LEGION!!! Legion of Superheroes was one of my absolute favorite shows growing up, so I am SO HYPED that they’re doing them next season! My guess is that the story will be that The Outsiders were the precursors to the 31st century’s Legion of Superheroes. i.e. a public team of meta teens who fight for good and people like them. I wonder which Legion characters they’ll include. Most likely it’ll be Brainiac 5, Saturn Girl, and Lightning Lad for sure, but then they’ll probably also throw in Cosmic Boy and maybe a few others. I need to do some digging on which Legionnaires were most important in the comics. Plus, with the Legion here now, we’ll probably also get Supergirl since she plays a big role in their story, and she could also play a big role in The Light’s plans to serve as another, better Superman copy that they can use to destroy The Team, The Outsiders, and the League.

Then you’ve got Fred Bugg openly revealing who he is to his classmates, which is AMAZING! And we’ve finally gotten a good twist on the Judas Contract storyline! Assuming she isn’t dead by the time it happens, I really hope we’ll be able to see more of Terra acting as a hero in season four! And I’m really excited to see what Brion will be like as a villain!

Which finally brings us to predictions. What will happen next in Young Justice? My guess is that the next season will be focused on the Legion of Superheroes coming to present day to fulfill a mission similar to Bart’s original mission in season two, but on a much larger scale. I’m guessing that they’re trying to prevent Vandal Savage, The Light, and/or Darkseid from taking over the galaxy in a way that could potentially alter time to change the future the Legion knows and comes from.

Secondly, I’m guessing that the next time jump will not be nearly as long as I originally anticipated. Actually, I’m guessing that there will be NO TIME JUMP AT ALL. Since the season didn’t end on the 4th of July or New Year’s, my guess is that the writers are throwing out the original formula for how they structure each season, meaning there’s a good chance this coming season will pick up right where season three left off.

Also most likely coming next season, we’ll have the Jason Todd storyline to deal with, we’ll have Artemis trying to discover new love (Possibly with Zatanna, or the other most likely option would be Icicle Jr since the two of them were actually married in the comics), and with the addition of characters from the 31st century to the series, we just might be seeing the Reverse Flash and Inertia, which could introduce us to the concept of the Speed Force, which will in turn finally lead to bringing Wally back from the dead. However, if Wally isn’t brought back by the end of next season, there’s pretty much a 100% chance we’ll never be getting him back at all.

So, to sum up my thoughts and theories: new characters we should be seeing next season include the Legion of Superheroes, Supergirl, and Reverse Flash, the season’s main focused characters will most likely be the original Young Justice team from the comics, and if we don’t get Wally back next season we won’t get him back at all. That’s all for now, folks. As always, stay whelmed, feel the aster, and have a very crash rest of your day!

#young justice #yjspoilers

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farmgirlusa · 4 years

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So as a warning to everyone my tumblr is about to get busy again. I debated with myself about this back and forth then Governor Cuomo decided to extend the NY Pause until May 15th which means that I’m pretty much guaranteed to be working every other day for at least the next two weeks if not until the 15th.

I don’t have the inspiration to write and I’ve been sucked by facebook into the world of Asian Dramas. So I want to share my newfound love and see if I can convert anybody to join in with watching the drama’s with me. For the next couple of weeks I’m going to be recapping episodes from my 3 all time favorite shows. The ones that I like to watch over an over again that I can even quote to a degree even if my pronunciation is awful.

Fair Warning if you do decide to dive into this world with me these shows are all in their native languages. You will need to make sure you find either a Youtube link or if you are like me and you do decide to go all out I highly recommend Viki.

Viki is basically the asian version of Netflix or Hulu all the shows on it are asian based and you can sort through them by nationality or genre. Or if you know what you are looking for you can just pop the title in the search bar. Everything I will be recapping/reviewing will be available on Viki. Certain titles are available just by signing up of the shows I will be recapping 2 are available in full to watch without a paid subscription the third only the first 2 episodes are available for free. However the third is available on youtube with english subtitles so if you do decide to join me in this journey but don’t want to make the financial commitment you can find the episodes on youtube. In each recap post I will include a link to Viki as well as a youtube link if it’s available.

The three shows I intend to recap are three amazing show 2 korean period dramas and 1 chinese period drama. These drama’s are epically long miniseries, the shortest is 20 episodes, the longest is 73.

The first show I intend to recap is the shortest of the three drama’s at only 20 episodes long which is why I intend to start with it. It’s also unfortunately the one with only 2 episodes available for free on Viki so I will be posting the link for youtube along with the episode recaps for anyone who wants to follow along with this series with me. This series is call The Moon Embraces The Sun. It’s a completely fictional story set in history Korea about a prince who after the mysterious death of his childhood sweetheart vows that he won’t love his new bride and feigns illness anytime consumating the marriage comes up. Years go by and the prince becomes King who still hasn’t consumated his marriage or had an heir, now people are getting worried and are calling in shaman’s to try to solve his illness. Enter the adopted daughter of the Head Shaman, a girl who has no memory of her past prior to being adopted by the Head shaman who happens to be the King’s former sweetheart saved from death, but her death faked anyways by the shaman. Of course there’s more to it than that. The King’s illegitimate half brother who happens to be in love with the same woman as him, and the political mechanization of the grand dowager Queen make this show an epic ride from start to finish.

The Jewel in the Crown or Dong Yi as it is also known is a 60 episode fictionalize drama about a real woman from Korea’s history. The story is highly fictionalized as I doubt the real Choi Dong Yi was the daughter of Robin Hood-esque group of commoners who harried the rich to save slaves who ran away. Still this story is really good as it follows Dong Yi from a child in a slave village all the way to the mother of the future emperor of Korea or Joseon as it’s called. This show has a lot of edge of your seat drama as well as interpersonal relationships and who the develop and change over the course of time and political differences. I haven’t completely decided if I’m going to do this one second or the last one second as while I love these two very much the 3rd one has become my favorite.

The Story of Minglan is a Chinese fictional drama set against the back drop of real historical events. At 73 episodes this drama could be termed an epic slow burn as romance is truly the heart of this piece. This is truly has a lot going on Women jostling for power in the Harem, sister’s jostling for father’s affection, sisters bonding together against outside forces. The dangers of being underestimated, overlooked and the outsider and how it can put you in a position of great danger or great power. The Story of Minglan is just an epically amazing story and when I do get to recaping/reviewing these episodes I think a lot of my mutuals if they don’t mind reading subtitles might really enjoy this one. A brash, antagonistic, ruffian with a heart of gold, a quiet, seemingly submissive girl who always has to think 2-3 steps ahead. He just wants to love someone and have his love returned, she’s been disappointed so many times she’s not sure she can trust the face value of love when it’s offered to her. The main couple just get me every time I watch this show and they don’t even really get together or start looking at each other that way until like half way through the drama. So yeah when I say epic slow burn I mean epic slow burn.

Starting tomorrow I’m going to be posting episode by episode recaps/reviews the Moon Embraces the Sun. I hope to make some converts to these dramas so I have some people to chat with about them. I’ve really been enjoying them. I’ve watched other’s but I’m a big happy ending girl, where my OTP or my favorite character at least get’s a happy ending. These three drama’s all hit the nail on the head which is not only why I’m recommending them but reviewing them from my own Western Viewpoint. I mean seriously there’s a lot I have to talk about these shows and since I don’t have a group to really talk to about them yet I’m going about it this way.

Again here is the Link to VIKI if you want to go there to look at the many Asian shows they have there to see.

#asian dramas #the moon embraces the sun #dong yi #the story of minglan #recaps and reviews #me

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edyacouky · 5 years

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Fanfic List

Hi! Just a post to put in one place all the fic I write (hoping soon this list would be much longer) ۹(ÒہÓ)۶

I will try to frequently uptdate it

Beautiful Bouquet (JayRoy Completed 6/6 16278words)

Five times Jason catch the bouquet and one time he throw it up

Can be read on AO3 : Chapter 01, Chapter 02, Chapter 03, Chapter 04, Chapter 05, Chapter 06

Can be read on Tumblr : Part01, Part02, Part03, Part04, Part05, Part06

Can I Protect You? (JayRoy Completed 4/4 15532words)

When Jason learn that he is pregnant, he can't say that it makes him happy. He doesn't believe he could be a good mother, but Roy optimistic let him hope. Maybe it is a good idea ... He can only hope so

Can be read on AO3 : Chapter 01, Chapter 02, Chapter 03, Chapter 04

Can be read on Tumblr : Part01, Part02, Part03, Part04

Can I Still Have my Happy Ever Ending? (JayRoy Completed 2/2 1639words)

What happen after Roy tells Jason he is pregnand with their third child.

Day 01 : Lactation/Breastfeeding for OmegaJasonToddWeek2020

Can be read on AO3 : Chapter 01, Chapter 02

Can be read on Tumblr : Part01, Part 02

Stressful Week (Backround JayRoy In Progress 3/? 6218 words)

On a mission, Jason is intoxicated by fear gas. If it was not enough, it must happen for the week when his rut begin.

Can be read on AO3 : Chapter 01, Chapter 02, Chapter 03

Can be read on Tumblr : Part 01, Part02, Part 03

Journey to the Past (JayRoy In Progress 4/10 20903 words)

During a Joker attack, during a diplomatic meeting bringing together all the greatest leader of the world, Prince Jason Peter Todd disappear. At the moment he was only fifteen years old. But his father, the King Bruce Wayne, hoping that his son is alive, offer a reward to anyone who could finally bring him back home. Three years later, Roy Harper could use the reward to give to his children, Lian and Colin, a safe place to live. So when he meet Jay and Dami, two run away, and that Jay could easily claim to be the Lost Prince, the two groups decide to travel together for Gotham. With the hope of a safest life.

Can be read on AO3 : Chapter 01, Chapter 02, Chapter 03, Chapter 04, Chapter 05, Chapter 06, Chapter 07, Chapter 08, Chapter 09, Chapter 10

Can be read on Tumblr : Part01, Part02, Part03, Part04, Part05, Part06, Part07, Part08, Part09, Part10

Diamonds are Hood best friend (JayRoy Completed 1/1 4654 words)

Roy and Jason weren't expecting have their relationship known by their family so soon, neither have a family diner with the Batfamily but also the Arrowfamily. But here they are.

"Well my mother used to say to never underestimate a trophy wife. Because they could easily have the world at their feet." Bruce said ignoring the mess his two sons are making in the living room

Can be read on AO3

Can be read on Tumblr

When Violence causes Silence (JayRoy Completed 1/1 1803words)

Inspired by art made by @zumaon on Twitter

Here the link : https://twitter.com/zumaon/status/1227518175740190727

When the end of the word comes, the helpless and the good ones are the ones that die first. The helpless don’t know how to react facing a violence so unexpected and protect themselves from that. The good ones don’t know how to abandon the helpless. Jason knows that. So then this sort of zombie apocalypse happen, Jason hopes, prays, begs that Roy will be alright.

Can be read on AO3

Can be read on Tumblr

I’m a User (JayRoy Completed 1/1 1420words)

Jason was so happy to participate to a mission with Dick and the Titans, so he is really dissapointed when he is too sick to join them. Fortunately, a nap and paracetamol should be enough. What he doesn't realize is that he isn't sick. At fifteen year old, Jason finally present and he's an omega. An omega that will spen his first heat without a nest, food or a protector.

Can be read on AO3

Can be read on Tumblr

I’m a Mess (JayRoy mentioned Completed 1/1 1415words)

A sequel of I'm a User The consequence of what happen in Titan Tower are horrible for every part, but especially for Jason.

Can be read on AO3

Can be read on Tumblr

New School Years (No Ship Completed 1/1 3659words)

Jason is pretty anxious when he wakes up this morning. It’s the first time since a few months that he gets the chance to go back to school. It’s the first time he goes to a school for rich kids.

Well, he supposes he became one when Bruce adopted him but he still doesn’t realize it.

He’s glad that he has a uniform to wear; because he really wants do good impressions but he have no idea how he should dress for that.

Well, in reality his uniform is not correct. When Bruce did the inscription, Jason wasn’t presented yet so by default the school sends him a beta uniform. In the meantime, Jason presented as an omega but he will receive his new one next week.

For one week and with the school knowing the situation, it should be alright.

Can be read on AO3

Can be read on Tumblr

New Chance (No ship Completed 1/1 3176words)

Jason can't say he is lucky. His parents are dead before he is eleven years old and lives on the street. And on worst day, he gets shot, he find a place surround by flowers to die. But the plant seems to have other plan for him. Is that really a surprise? It's freaking Gotham after all.

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#fanfic #fanfic list #dc comics #jayroy

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marymay-fairgrave · 5 years

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Underestimated

CHARACTERS: Deputy Irina Carter & Jacob Seed

WARNINGS: None

WORDS: 1,254

RATING: Teen & Up

SUMMARY:

Jacob, a few of his Chosen, and a couple of his Judges had caught up with the Deputy sometime around dusk a week ago and he had laughed, oh how he had laughed, to see her strung up in the tree, foot caught in a rope trap and long, light brown hair sweeping in the dirt, with a scowl on her face that could strike a man dead.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

This is @veinereastath‘s FC5 Birthday Bash gift! While the Deputy isn't named in this (I figured Jacob wouldn't know it by this point), I definitely had your OC Irina in mind when I wrote this (I put in a few things like hair color, Jacob considering her his protégé for that mentor dynamic you mentioned in your tumblr posts about her, speaking a different language to the wolves, and I assumed that since she already had her own wolf, Lilith, she'd be able to train other wolves as well). Plus, I kind of felt like it set her up to become the Tyrant of the North later if she could control animals! This is far-fetched in assuming wild animals can be trained in a week, but I hope you like this, at least a little. Apologies again for this being a few days late!

Jacob had underestimated her every step of the way, he could see that now. He had known that she was strong (although he would have never told her as much to her face), but he hadn’t really thought about all the ways she would best him in the end. The endgame was still for her to kill Eli and then himself – he was a necessary sacrifice, if Joseph was to be believed, a seal to be broken – and that plan was coming along well enough now that should wouldn’t be able to stop the it if she even understood what was coming, but there were still little ways that she always managed to surprise him, little ways that managed to delight him in a sinister way.

He cut the rope and let her fall to the ground and gave her a warning that the music box would come out and the bliss arrows would fly if she tried anything. She didn’t say a word, but she didn’t really have to anyway; she knew she was outnumbered and her weapons had already been confiscated while she was strung up in the three. She’d have to be an idiot to try to fight her way out of this one. And besides, Jacob knew she worked best when the element of surprise was on her side and she had already lost that for the time being.

When he thinks back on it later, pouring over the details of the whole thing while the entire Center sleeps, he thinks she probably started hatching her escape scheme then and there as she followed them to the cult truck nearby. As much as her anger fueled her, she was reserved enough to plan. Jacob liked to think that about himself too; the payoff was always sweeter when the plan went to perfection.

When they had got back to the Center, Jacob had stowed her away in a cage for the night, side by side with his Judges. He let Pratt give her a bowl of meat, pushing the bowl through the bars like he did with all the prisoners, and had watched with satisfaction as she glared at Jacob instead. “Eat up, Deputy. You’ve got a big day ahead of you.”

The Deputy practically growled in response, but said nothing and refused to eat. Jacob didn’t bother to linger at her cage like normal, preferring instead to prepare for the Deputy’s morning training, but much later on, when everyone should have been asleep, he looked down on her in the yard from his window. The first tip off that she was up to something was the quietness of the hour; usually the wolves yipped and howled at this time of night, a white noise of misery that Jacob was fairly fond of for its consistency alone.

He had strained to see what she was doing in the dark at first, but his eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light. She was standing, faced towards the wolves in the next cage over and the wolves were lined up at the bars, but they weren’t behaving like wolves at all. They were behaving like obedient dogs. She extended her arm once and they sat. She extended her arm again and they snapped in the air, catching the meat she tossed their way.

It hadn’t occurred to him then that she was training the Judges and admittedly he did not pay much attention to her nightly training sessions for the whole week. He should have.

The Deputy was something to behold during her training: vicious, capable, efficient. If they had been on the same side, the Resistance would have been squashed ages ago. Jacob followed her along as she made her way through the course, watching from the suspension walkway, above the rooms she traipsed through. She raised the gun he left for her on the course and rarely hesitated to shoot, killing the other nameless recruits and running down through the maze he’s created for her to run. He noticed after the third run or so that she’s most comfortable with scoped weapons, and the best with the SA-50 sniper rifle, so he leaves her that more often than not. The end sacrifice is the only one she usually has trouble doing, her finger poised over the trigger, panting from the exercise, but she took the shot. She always took the shot.

Around noon, Jacob calls it for the day, to the relief of everyone. She had to be hungry and she has been doing so well that if let her keep going no recruits would be left by the end of the day. He gathered her up in his entourage of Pratt, another Chosen named Isaac, and a couple of Judges to head back the Center, but they don’t get too far before the Deputy makes her move.

She threw a hard kick into Isaac’s calf, just below his knee, and in a fluid motion on his way down, she grabs a gun from his holster. She clicks her finger once and says something in a language Jacob doesn’t completely recognize (it’s a Nordic language of some kind, that he’s sure of, but which he doesn’t know) and the Judges at Jacob’s side immediately turn on their master and snarl at Isaac on the ground. The whole thing happened quick enough that even Jacob had no time to pull a weapon from his own holster.

This is when the horrible revelation sets in, a week too late: she had been training the Judges at night when they were in their cages. Of course.

The Deputy unclicked the safety of the gun and held it up toward Jacob, a glint in her eye. He recognized the expression – pride. He should have been furious or embarrassed or both for her getting the upper hand on him, but he wasn’t. He feels proud too. As sure as Joseph was that the Deputy would cause the Collapse because God told him so, Jacob was sure of it now more than ever. His protégé. The way he will live on long after he is gone.

“Get on your knees,” she commanded, voice lower than normal, “And don’t even think about grabbing for that music box, Jacob, or so help me these wolves will tear off both you and your minion’s faces.”

Jacob complied with her demand, but chided her, “Deputy, do you have any idea at just how much trouble you’re in?”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to me, old man.”

“There’s no place you can run, that I can’t find you. You know that right?”

She smiled wickedly, “How about Holland Valley, Jacob? Are you going to cross over into another herald’s territory to find me there?”

Smart ass. When he didn’t respond, she laughed and began to back away from the group, her eyes never leaving his until she entered the truck and sped away, loose gravel and dirt flying up from the tires. By the time a search party was out and gunning for her, she had already crossed over into the Valley and disappeared.

#Far Cry 5 #Far Cry 5 Fanfiction #FC5BIRTHDAYBASH #Jacob Seed #Deputy Irina Carter #veinereastath #mine*#my writing*

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comradeocean · 5 years

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the most recent episode of Roswell New Mexico was a lot, but I'm mainly stuck on -

Could Roswell New Mexico be the first mainstream depiction of crypto space Muslims onscreen since Children of Dune in 2003 and Pitch Black in 2000??? (are there any others I'm missing?)

An outright declaration still seems unlikely given the way Carina Adly Mackenzie characterizes how the experience of being Muslim in the US inspired the writer’s room - "The alien stuff is a metaphor for Islamophobia, and we cast our aliens as white because they look like the sort of Republican ideal. Like, they look safe, which is how I felt, so it's about passing as this safe thing. People talk about you like you're the enemy when you're sitting right there because they don't know who you really are, and so because of that, we've got three Muslim writers in our writer's room to sort of take everyone's experience and try to convert it to our sort of alien metaphor in the most sensitive way possible." [source]

And the shows uses a hodge-podge of mixed metaphors about assimilation/invasion/refugees/justice so that it can be a leftish blank slate onto which the casual viewer is able to project any number of political messages.

But with this last episode leaning heavily into the moral bankruptcy of the US government (namechecking both Guantanamo and war crimes overseas as comparisons; American-designed weapons of mass destruction; the culpability of people "just following orders") maybe the writers do intend to more explicitly ground the story on the world historical Islamophobia unleashed by the neverending War on Terror after 9/11.

The reveal of Noah (played by Karan Oberoi, Brampton represent!) as the evil fourth alien last week seemed self-defeating for those efforts after all that press about race-as-allegory casting. I mean, on the face of it, it's a basic "evil alien = brown man, good aliens = white" equation. but maybe there's something else there too?

- ok it's just a CW show

- and much of the media landscape these days is "discovered tumblr intersectional feminism last week" because there's a market for it

- I mean holy shit do not underestimate the extent to which entertainment is delivery mechanism for advertising + ideology. the culture industry cannabalizes all!!!

- so writers can throw in a few memes a few phrases and call it a day. no more thought required

assuming all that and nothing counts for anything, really, in our 2019 hellworld --

The way Noah conceptualizes his actions and how that is narrated to us is distinctly unlike how (Islamic) terrorism is usually represented. (I think. I don't watch much tv and definitely not shows like Homeland or Quantico so please correct me if I'm wrong)

In the moral universe of the show, Noah is definitely evil. In fact, with the consistent emphasis on the importance of bodily autonomy and consent (cool post about it), his actions constitute the most evil and fundamental violation imaginable. (so much so that one of the implications of the conversation between Liz and Isobel seemed to be that even Rosa's murder pales next to what Isobel experienced. which is... whatever)

yet this episode also contextualizes his evilness as desperate (evil) actions premised on survival under the duress of violence from the US government and an innately unequal access to opportunity because of differing material circumstances. (shitty peasant pod and all that) (these premises are also positioned to be possibly false, and certainly morally unjustifiable)

to be even more on the nose, the writing is careful to characterize what Noah did to Isobel as a kind of grooming. sound a bit familiar? any real world evil incarnate analogues come to mind?

(not to mention the other plotline of the episode is directly juxtaposing this with a genocidal American government/military operation)

Carina Adly Mackenzie has repeated tweeted about how sick she is of Muslim terrorist characters on tv. however clumsily and I don't know if she can pull it off, she seems to be honestly trying to write an emotionally resonant story that not only allegorizes Islamophobia but also the conditions that give rise to phenomenon like ISIS without relying on the tropes of The Muslim Terrorist.

can she be successful? so far she seems to have gone out of her way to make the "good" aliens intent on assimilation and ignoring their otherness as unsympathetic as possible. Isobel is a 100% love-to-hate character, and at the moment the overwhelming fandom opinion (on tumblr anyway) seems to be on Michael's side of the Michael vs Max showdown, after coming off the high of a devastating Malex/Michael finding his mother knockout combo.

in other words, if Carina Adly Mackenzie is actually intentionally using the catnip of an otherworldly true!love! slash ship to emotionally manipulate viewers into a political/moral stance of opposing the extrajudicial murder of those deemed to be beyond evil enemies of civilization... which our real world politics translate to Muslims...

One (1) Respect

or rather 0.5 Respect because an unintended consequence might be that those who are alienated by the way some Malex fans have made fandom toxic for everyone else are more likely to double down on defending Max, his reasoning, and his actions oops

a lot is riding on how things turn out in the season finale next week. the plot twist I want is for Noah to live another day, and, in an act of restorative justice rarely seen on network tv, redeemed in future seasons. unlikely and laughable but imma hold on to the fantasy that tvland can save us all

#roswell new mexico #noah bracken #alien plain and tall

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aishahiwatari · 5 years

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Only Skin Deep - a tattooed!Bones Academy Era McKirk Story

With bonus Bones in a skirt!

Inspired by this tumblr post. A huge thank you to @these-broken-bones and @littlecrazyfangirl-98 for their inspiration. @captainmccoy I take cash or cheque or alternatively payment in comments!

Also on AO3

Leonard is usually very careful. But he's in hand-to-hand one day, too busy grappling with an over-zealous trainee security officer to realise that his shirt rides up at the back.

It would take more than that, though, to distract him from the unmistakable crunch of flesh striking bone and a yell of pain. Leonard shoves his sparring partner off him and turns towards the sound.

Somehow it's both the first and last person he expects to find injured. "Damnit, Jim, what did you do?"

Jim is too busy trying to staunch the flow of blood from a likely broken nose to immediately respond. He waves away the concern of their instructor but lets Leonard brusquely examine him, getting them both covered in blood in the process, and submits to Leonard's suggestion of the Academy Clinic with suspiciously little argument and an overabundance of pained groans.

There's only ten minutes of their session left, so the instructor lets them go and Jim makes a miraculous recovery the moment he's out the door.

"Bones! What is that under your shirt?"

"That's why you got punched in the face? You were too busy ogling my tattoo?"

Jim lets out a girlish shrieking sound that is hastily cut off when Leonard grabs him by the arm and robustly encourages him to keep walking where he would have stopped. It doesn't really help. Leonard can feel the anticipatory silence, Jim's restless energy, his need to know as an almost physical presence.

Still, it doesn't last long. "Please, Bones. Let me see it? I just want to see it. I'll stop pestering you, just let me see what's under your shirt."

"Your pick-up lines need work," Leonard slaps away inquisitive hands, ends up with yet more smears of blood all over his for his trouble. He wipes them on his black shirt, figures it's already past saving. "And I know you. You'll keep pestering."

"But I won't need to if you just let me see- wait. You have more than one."

It's like all of Jim's Christmases have come at once. He even lights up so vividly that Leonard has to look away. Anyway, Jim hates Christmas. He needs a better metaphor.

"Bones, I'm gonna need you to get naked for the good of the 'Fleet."

"Really."

"Yes! You wouldn't want their best Captain to be distracted, now, would you? It would be a disaster."

"Captain Pike does not give a damn what's under my shirt, Cadet."

"I'll still be distracted when I'm a Captain. And I don't know, I mean, he's not blind-"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You're a good-looking guy, Bones! And you're- weirdly buff, for a doctor."

"I am not weirdly anything, except friends with you."

"I know you meant that as an insult but all I'm taking from that is you admit we're friends."

"You sound a little delusional, Jim, are you sure you're not up for another round of vaccinations?"

Jim plants his feet right outside the damn clinic, makes Leonard realise just how little chance he stands against the force of that resolve. Still. He has a reputation to maintain. "Move. You're not seeing a damn thing until you've stopped bleeding."

"It's pretty much stopped. I don't even think it's broken."

"You're right, I should definitely believe the idiot who got punched in the head over my years of medical expertise."

Jim just grins at him. There's blood dripping off his face. His nose is definitely crooked.

"Goddamnit, fine." Leonard turns, lifts his shirt up at the back. He expected but is unprepared for the sensation of Jim's hands on his exposed skin, pushing his shirt up further, tracing the lines of ink that have been part of his skin for so long he almost forgets about them. He is in no way prepared for the awestruck stutter in Jim's breath, for the murmured curses that conspire to send shivers down his spine.

"I can't believe you complain so much about the nickname," Jim breathes next, and Leonard snorts. Yes, he has bones tattooed on his back, starting at his hips and extending up his spine to fade out before it can realistically be seen while he's wearing a shirt, a hyper-realistic reminder to stand tall and protect what's inside of him.

Jim draws the line at pushing his pants further down where they cover the further detail at his pelvis, but he traces the lines of jagged vertebrae with gentle fingers, smoothes his palms out over the curves of the ribs, just teases the edges of where he can see the scapulae at his shoulders. They're in public, but at least they're out of class early enough that not many people are around. Nobody even glances in their direction, but Leonard feels self-conscious all the same.

"You done?" he asks, and Jim starts away, pulls Leonard's shirt down and attempts a confident grin that makes him hiss in pain. Leonard drags him into medical before he can put up any further arguments.

Leonard was right. Jim does want to see his other tattoos, and he does not stop pestering.

In fact, he goes further than that.

They meet in the cafeteria one day and Jim spills brightly-coloured soda all down Leonard's pants. He's unrealistically and aggressively apologetic and practically tries to convince Leonard to take his clothes off where they stand.

Less than a week later, Leonard is stuck in a lecture because the tutor's codes no longer work on the door. Also, the heating system appears to be broken, because it is much warmer in there than it should be. Leonard spends the next hour or so glaring at the security cameras because he knows what Jim is doing, damnit, and it's bad enough that it should be irritating him without dragging other people into it too. Anyway, he grew up in Georgia. He's used to being uncomfortably hot and also surrounded by family members he despises, so it's kind of like a vacation.

They're freed eventually, and he always carries an extra bottle of water with him after that. He also doesn't talk to Jim for three days, until he's worn down by the big, apologetic eyes and the flowers their tutor mysteriously receives.

"It's still not alright, damnit! Don't go dragging other people into this! If you put half as much work into something productive…"

Jim is grinning so broadly it's clear that his chastisement is having no effect. Leonard wears long sleeves and pants even in his quarters for the week after that, just to see him quietly fume and pout.

Leonard steps out of the shower a while after that to find his clothes and towel have mysteriously disappeared. He actually finds himself grateful that Jim didn't just barge in and demand to see.

He's also a little insulted that Jim underestimates him so severely.

Uzbek is in their cultural sensitivity class, has about the same build and uses the showers about ten minutes after Leonard. Today is no exception.

"Your boyfriend still playing all those pranks on you?" Uzbek asks, handing over the mass of red fabric with a smirk and only the barest glance of interest at the exposed ink on Leonard's chest.

"Something like that."

He gets a few comments, all of them surprisingly complimentary, as he crosses campus. Most people either don't notice the difference or don't care, though, and he finds Jim outside their lecture theatre, pretending to be engrossed in his padd. Someone giggles, and Leonard shoots them a warning look, steps up in front of Jim, puts his hands on his hips and clears his throat.

Jim glances up and there is a flash of disappointment in his eyes when he sees the red uniform. Then he notices. Leonard can tell he notices, because he drops his padd. Jim stares, mouth open, and Leonard just arches a brow at him, because it feels like he's getting revenge for everything Jim's put him through the last couple of weeks.

The best part is, even with the skirt, the uniform still doesn't expose any more of his ink than it would have done anyway. The lotus flowers, inked in greyscale around his ankle are hidden by his boots, and he's still got long sleeves and the spare underwear he keeps in his locker at Medical.

Jim is still staring. Leonard doesn't allow himself to feel uncomfortable, has never had a problem with his legs or a fragile grasp on his masculinity. He strides into the lecture theatre when the door is opened and feels Jim's gaze burn on the backs of his thighs, lets his hips sway just a little. The game has gone on long enough and he intends to win.

When he chooses a seat, Jim sinks into the one beside him with a baleful glare. He doesn't make a single note, just stares some more, mostly at the hem of Leonard's skirt, the place where his thighs are pressed together. Unfortunately for him, Leonard grew up with enough women to know how to sit properly.

By the time they get up to leave, Jim is practically vibrating with tension, fingers twitching with a need to touch. Leonard's not unaffected himself, and he doesn't resist when Jim hauls him into a secluded corner, shoves him up against the wall and kisses him. It's harsh and biting and Leonard pulls Jim in closer with hands on his ass, only too happy to accept this new outlet for their combined frustration.

"I don't even care about the tattoos, I just need to see you naked right now," Jim pants, with a nip at Leonard's ear, a graze of his teeth along Leonard's jaw, his hand creeping up the outside of Leonard's thigh. It's tempting, very tempting.

"Not that sort of girl, damnit. You'll need to at least buy me dinner."

Jim huffs out a laugh. His eyes are dark, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen and wet. "I've got half a bottle of bourbon and a bag of peanuts in my room."

"Deal."

Later, when they're sated and relaxed and sleepy -or so Leonard thinks- Jim turns the lights up to full and yanks the covers off to look his fill.

"What is wrong with you?" Leonard complains, but the gentle touch of fingers to his inked ankle is surprisingly pleasant. The flowers there tell a story for him. Lotus flowers are submerged in mud overnight, have their roots there, but they bloom anew every morning without a single smudge to mar their beauty. Lotus seeds can survive hundreds of years without water, still germinating centuries later. They are hardy, and miraculous. They're one of the first thing he sees most mornings when he gets out of bed.

He hugs his pillow and buries his face in it, shivers slightly when Jim kisses each of the flowers in turn, then trails his lips up the back of Leonard's thigh to bite lightly at his ass, finally setting his hands to the inked pelvic bones just above it. He traces them reverently, relaxing Leonard by degrees before urging him to turn over.

Leonard does it with a grumble, because he knows what's coming, knows it's inevitable.

Jim bursts out laughing, of course, when he sees it, the adorable kitten inked close to his navel.

"Lost a bet in medical school."

"Did you- choose the design?" Jim is still laughing. Leonard hits him with the pillow. Jim snatches it off him and throws it across the room, then bends to kiss the kitten. Leonard's hips twitch hopefully, Jim's lovely mouth so close to areas beginning to once more demand attention with Jim also gloriously naked and within reach. He just gets a coy look for his troubles and rolls his eyes.

Jim finds the caduceus on his inner arm next, just above the elbow. It's meant to stay Leonard's hand when he might otherwise act rashly, a reminder to do no harm. Subtly, in the detail of the staff, is the stardate of his father's death. If Jim notices, he doesn't ask.

There are twin guardians adorning Leonard's chest, Chinese lion statues representing yin and yang. Balance. They watch over Leonard's heart, because he's fallen too hard and too fast, or given too much, too many times. Jim pets them like they're adorable puppies, but he does allow himself to be dragged down into a kiss by way of Leonard's fists clenching in his hair once he's done.

"Think I should get one?" he asks, maybe an hour later.

"Don't do it on my account. I know some good artists if you wanted to talk to them about any designs you had in mind."

Jim's taste in tattoos tends towards commemorating events far more than Leonard's does. By the time they finally attend the parlour together, Jim already has a colourful nebula inked across his ribs on one side, a cluster of four wheatsheafs across the opposite pectoral. There's a guardian angel keeping watch over his back, too.

Their matching tattoos are anatomically correct hearts around which a selection of planets orbit, Leonard's in greyscale and adorning his forearm. Apparently he has a propensity to wear his heart on his sleeve.

Jim's is a vivid red, inked in the hollow of his hip, a testament to the number of times he has been accused of being governed by what's in his pants.

#mckirk #star trek #tattoos #my fic

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maya-tl · 6 years

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Slice of Life

Author's Note: This fic is inspired by @altruistic-skittles and their Slice of Life Sanders Sides AU, which can be found here. All worldbuilding credit goes to them, I only stitched the ideas together in writing.

Author's Note #2: Due to Tumblr restrictions, the story was split into three chapters. Next chapter will be posted on Sunday.

Honorary mentions: Keep your eyes peeled for @themicrosoftnerd and @crofters-jam , who make an appearance in this chapter!

Shoutout to Toby, who is part of the AU but sadly doesn't get a mention in the story.

This work will also be posted to Ao3 in the near future.

Link to my Ao3 profile will be at the end! Tag list will be in the replies! Enjoy!

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

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"Virgil~"

It's barely above a whisper, but he groans anyway and sinks into the pillow like dead weight. He swears he hears someone giggle just above him and he feels warmth through his chest.

"Virgil, honey," he feels a hand on his shoulder that gives it more of a gentle nudge than a shake, "get up. You'll miss breakfast."

The prospect of waking up just makes him settle down even deeper under the comfy blankets.

Truth be told his brain had probably kicked into gear a good while ago, but once the dreaded feeling of expectation that his alarm would be blaring into his ears any minute had passed without coming to fruition, he hadn't questioned any of it and simply gone back to sleep.

He doesn't know if he's actually gotten any rest since, but the fact that his mind is a foggy blank space probably alludes to a yes.

The mattress dips beside him and the hand on his shoulder resumes its shaking—definitely a shake this time.

"Viiirgiiil~" they say, stretching the word like it's a song lyric, and he can hear the smile in their voice even through his sleep clouded mind. "Wakey wakey, sleepyhead~"

He groans again—though it comes out more like a whine—and tries to wiggle out of the hand's reach. There's another giggle, and this time he grudgingly opens his eyes just enough to muster a glare, but even that's half-hearted and reduced useless when the offending figure leans down and plants a kiss on the tip of his nose.

He laughs softly, reaches up to rub at his eyes, and the steady warmth in his chest flares when the source of said warmth laughs back, beautiful and genuine and music to his ears even after nearly two decades of hearing it every day.

"Five more minutes?" he tries, raspy with morning voice, but even as he's saying it he's already sitting up and stretching his stiff muscles.

His answer is a peck on the cheek this time, and he can see Patton's entire face break into a smile out the corner of his eye when he leans into the touch.

That reminds him, their anniversary's coming up. He makes a mental note to get something ready in advance, even if that won't be for a few months now.

"What time is it...?" he mumbles and reaches for his phone, effectively draping himself across the bed.

"Kids are already up and about." Patton offers as he rises from the bed and goes to open the curtains.

"Wow, I outlasted Roman's beauty sleep? That's a first." he squints through the sudden flood of light and gapes at his phone screen until he's sure his eyes might roll out of their sockets. "Breakfast?? Pat, it's nearly noon."

Patton gives him a sheepish look, though his smile doesn't falter. "Brunch then? We've all had breakfast except for you and Ro—Lolo and I already had pancakes. Roman thought I batter go wake you before you turned into Sleeping Beauty—"

He snorts, both at the pun and the implication; sounds like his eldest alright.

"—and he wanted to make his own breakfast. I'll go get some leftovers ready for you, yeah?"

"If there are any leftovers..." he mumbles under his breath, before it's silenced by another kiss.

"You know Roman is too worried about his physique for that and Logan doesn't approve of pancakes in the morning. I barely got him to eat his share." Patton smiles, and it's crooked and beautiful and the sunlight beaming through the windows brings out his freckles and Virgil gets this inexplicable urge to kiss every single one of them. "Take your time getting ready, you haven't been sleeping much for the past week and I don't want you falling asleep at the table again."

He chuckles, standing up and stretching some more; he can hear the birds chirping downstairs when Patton opens the door on his way out.

Someone that sounds suspiciously like his son is talking more loudly than is necessary on the phone and he swears it's a habit he only picked up after they moved; he must've stayed up late and gotten friendly with that Remy kid at some point, because Virgil knows his 'beauty sleep' is more of an excuse to sleep in rather than an actual concern with beauty.

On second thought, knowing Roman, it's probably both.

"Oh! I almost forgot," he hears his husband, who sounds like he's halfway down the stairs, "Thomas told me yesterday that his car broke down!"

Again? He should probably ask Emile for some lucky crystals or whatever he's into these days, their soft-hearted neighbour could sure use it. That man has such a knack for trouble that sometimes Virgil finds himself wondering how he hasn't burned down his house yet.

Would be a shame too, apparently it's been in the family for generations.

"Do you mind if I drive them to the theatre today? Ro agreed to extra practice hours and his whole group of friends wants to come see how the big play's coming along!!"

Of course he did, and of course they do.

"Nah, I'll do it." he says, even though that's the last thing he wants to do today. Not that his other options are much more exciting; he mostly just feels like sleeping the whole day through. "I've got a shift in about three hours anyway, might as well waste a bit of gas."

"You're working? I thought you had weekends free??"

He pulls out some sweats and a simple black T and heads to the bathroom to turn on the shower. His work clothes are already laid out for once, look at him being productive.

"It's just a small shift, Pat, I took it up so I could have less overtime, it's a compromise."

He can hear the underlying tone beneath the innocent question, the silent implication that if his boss is screwing him over Patton can and will physically fight them, because for all his fun loving self he's also dreadfully overprotective.

He knows Patton's not convinced, but he's also learned that Patton still puts a lot more trust in him than he ever expects to receive, and just like that Virgil suddenly feels an overwhelming sense of belonging.

He loves this kind, beautiful, incredible, perfect man that he shares his life with so much he vaguely wonders if he's legally, ethically and morally allowed to marry him again.

Patton laughs again, and so does Virgil when he realizes he's spoken out loud.

How did he ever get so lucky?

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Patton walks in on the sight of his eldest son pacing a hole into the kitchen floor, a piece of toast in one hand and a bunch of disorderly papers in the other, with his phone squished between his shoulder and his ear.

"Right?! I would make for a brilliant prince!!" he tries to get out between a mouthful of toast and jam, flailing the papers around like they were the ones who didn't give him the part. "Thomas is totally underestimating my incredible acting skills, the audition I gave was practically flawless!!"

"Or perhaps your ego has finally rendered all your other brain functions useless and you are living under the misguided assumption that you are better than anyone at everything you do."

"Nobody asked you to speak, Microsoft Nerd!"

Logan doesn't even lift his eyes from the book he's reading. As a matter of fact he flips the page over, looking utterly and purposefully disinterested in the tantrum of his older brother, who is currently at risk of choking on his food if the fact that his entire face looks like it's gotten sunburn is any indication.

"No, but you are yelling rather loudly and I am trying to enioy a quiet morning lecture." he adds, manoeuvring his cup from its place on the table to take a sip of tea without breaking the narrative he's currently engrossed in. "Not that anyone ever gets any peace and quiet in this household when you're home."

"I beg your pardon?!"

"Play nice, kiddos." Patton chides as he walks in, opening the fridge to take out a rather large stack of pancakes and some orange juice. "And Roman, quit talking with your mouth full."

Roman quietly mutters something like 'gimme a sec Val' before dropping the papers—which Patton assumes are pages of his current script if the neon highlighter marks he catches a glimpse of are anything to go by—into a messy pile on the counter, a tactful distance from the sink.

He even makes a show of swallowing to prove that he's not in any life threatening situation before propping the phone right back to his ear.

"Sorry, my dumb brother interrupted me—"

"I'm not the one actively trying to fail math after the semester's hardly begun." there's suddenly a definite edge to Logan's tone and he's giving his brother a stare so cold it's a wonder his head doesn't turn into a block of ice.

Patton knows that tone; if there's anything his little Lolo is insecure about it's his intelligence, no matter how many times he or Virgil assure him that he's not only the smartest one in the family but also one of the smartest in his school. A work friend of Virgil's they invited over once even called him a prodigy, and that must mean something coming from a therapist.

Unfortunately, Roman's impulse of speaking with absolutely no filter is just as immovable, which means their children have raised the term of sibling rivalry to a whole new level.

Patton decides to stop the argument before it's begun.

"Boys." they clamp their mouths shut immediately, as he knew they would, but he places his hands on his hips just for a little more authority. "What did I just say?"

'Play nice?' Roman more asks than answers at the same time that Logan lets out a tight 'Play nice.'

"Now, what's the right thing to do?"

They sigh in tandem and speak together. "Sorry dad." When he gives them a pointed look they share a glance and give in, both their shoulders dropping the tension simultaneously.

"I'm sorry I called you dumb, I didn't actually mean it..." there's genuine emotion in most of his eldest's apologies, because most of the time he really does blurt out his first thought without considering it and realizes it when his head's in the clear.

"I didn't mean to undermine your creative skills or make you feel inadequate in any way." his youngest is not the most in touch with emotions, but he is smart enough to know when an apology is in order and to differ between a sincere and insincere one.

He gives them a nod of approval and goes back to putting together a late breakfast, plopping the pancakes into the microwave and reaching into a cupboard for a clean glass. Logan likewise resumes his reading as if nothing had happened; Roman is the only one who settles down, picking up his conversation at a more acceptable volume.

As the pancakes are heating up he opens another cupboard door and frowns.

"Have any of you seen the honey?"

"Mhm?" Roman glances over as he chews around another mouthful of toast with too much jam on it. "Oh, it's over there."

Patton turns to the area he'd vaguely gestured to and spots the bee shaped bottle peeking out from behind a very familiar jar of jelly, both items that have long become staples in the kitchen due to Logan's surprising demands. The cap of the jar is undone, and as he swiftly puts it back on his dad reflexes kick in before he can think better of it.

"Who left the jar open?"

The microwave decides to beep at the same moment that Roman abruptly freezes, sticky fingers in his mouth, and he immediately turns to his brother. Logan puts it together in a matter of nanoseconds and practically leaps out of his seat, book tumbling off his lap.

"Is that my Crofter's?!?"

Seeing that not even his acting skills can provide an escape, Roman spreads his arms in a shrug. "Uh, do you own the company?"

It's difficult to get Logan truly riled up, but Roman does have a habit of biting off more than he can chew. Literally this time.

"You know it's family owned—that's not the point, Roman, it's my food!!"

"Oh come on, you have like fifty jars, you can share."

"You didn't even ask me if I'm willing to share!!"

"I was hungry!!!"

"Dad!!!"

Patton manages to suppress a sigh, but only just. He shoves his glasses up and pinches the bridge of his nose for the briefest moments.

Honestly, he loves his children unconditionally, but sometimes, on occasion—and he would never in a million years ever admit this to anyone except maybe Virgil—sometimes he loves them a lot more when they're in separate rooms.

On separate floors.

With their doors closed.

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#my_writing #sanders sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #anxiety sanders #morality sanders #logic sanders #creativity sanders #deceit sanders #remy sanders #moxiety #romantic moxiety #platonic lamp #familial lamp #slice of life au #emile picani

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Writcraft’s 2018 Fic List

Now that Erised reveals are up, I can finally post my fic list of 2018 and do one of those summary memes I’ve been dying to post. Better late than never!

2018 was a year of faltering muses then writing in quick, intense bursts of inspiration. When I look back on 2018, although there are one or two works I’m not overly satisfied with, some of the things I’ve written are personal favourites when I reflect on the fanfic I’ve produced over the years. I’m going to answer some yearly evaluation questions, but here’s my list of 2018 fics and as a self-contained post. This list doesn’t include ficlets posted on Tumblr only.

Number of Fics Written in 2018: 36 if you count the 10 chapters of my Festive 500s that published in 2018. The final 10 of those are going up in the next few days too, I promise.

Total 2018 Published Word Count: 341,000. Although 31,000 of that total includes a co-write, we edited each others words too and worked on the fic as a whole together. I have also underestimated how much I wrote on LLM this year and not counted some drabbles and tumblr ficlets, so I think this total is about right.

Most Written Pairing:

Harry Potter Fandom: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

R1 RPF / 1D: Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson

Fests (Moderator): Harry Potter Kinkfest, Harry Potter Horror Fest, Harry/Draco Big Bang, Grimmy Appreciation Fest

Fests (Participant): Secret Snarry Swap, HD Erised, HD Fan Fair, Sirius Black Fest, Harry/Draco Big Bang, HP Femslash Minis (November Challenge), Harry’s Birthday Mini Fest, Drarry Discord Rare Pair Challenge, Snarry-A-Thon, HP Goldenage, HP Horror Fest, HP Kinkfest, Tomlinshaw Exchange, Grimmy Appreciation Fest

The full list of the fics I published on AO3 are below the cut.

HARRY POTTER FANDOM

Harry Potter and The Bisexual Awakening written for @hd-erised

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 23,186

Harry is perfectly content being single, heterosexual and living in Godric's Hollow with his very clingy rescue dog, Snitch. When Draco Malfoy turns up on Harry's doorstep demanding that Harry teach him how to drive, things quickly become a lot more complicated.

In The Palm of His Hand written for Secret Snarry Swap

Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 6,969

Harry has a thing for Snape’s hands. Snape indulges him.

Slice of Life written for @hd-fan-fair with art by @phoenixacid

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 16,300

Luna and Ginny are worried about Harry, Greg is a very a fine baker, Snape’s portrait has a lot of opinions and Draco Malfoy is (probably) up to something.

In which one man’s love for jam tarts blossoms into a different kind of love entirely.

Winter of ’79 written for @siriusblackfest | Little Compton Street Series

Sirius Black/James Potter | 17,000

Post-punk Britain is in the grip of another brutal winter, Thatcher is in power and Muggle gay bars keep getting raided for no reason at all. Sirius just wants to find somewhere to go drinking with the best mate he definitely doesn’t fancy. When they’re directed towards a tatty Soho sex shop during a night out, neither James or Sirius expect to find a magical street that will change their lives forever.

Little Compton Street (One Rainy Night in Soho) written for @harrydracobang with art by @llap115-reblogs | Little Compton Street Series

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 65,500

Draco is lonely, Harry hates the press and it won’t stop raining in London. Harry discovers a magical street that’s close to disappearing forever and Draco realises he’s one rainy night in Soho away from finding everything he’s been searching for.

Independent Love Song written for @hpfemslash-minifest

Millicent Bulstrode/Ginny Weasley | 6,300

Millicent Bulstrode is a tailor and Ginny is losing her mind over a woman in a tweed blazer and burgundy brogues.

Dirty Talk

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 3,000

Harry is rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco's mouth.

Sky Full of Song written for @harrybirthdayblog

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 2,000 (podfic by semperfiona here)

Draco turns up at Harry's birthday party unexpectedly and Harry takes a leap of faith.

Treading Water written for the Drarry Discord Rare Pair Challenge

James Potter/Sirius Black | 2,000

I’m sorry, Sirius wants to say. I’m sorry people in this stupid world made you think loving me could only ever be a joke.

Ten Points to Gryffindor written for the Drarry Discord Rare Pair Challenge

Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 2,000

Harry is of the opinion that using a desk solely to mark papers is a wasted opportunity. He decides to take up the matter with Severus.

Stone Butch Blues written for the Drarry Discord Rare Pair Challenge

Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina (Wil) Grubbly-Plank | 2,000

Wil and Min reminisce.

Potterzine written for Snarry-a-Thon

Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 11,000

When Severus Snape finds a fanzine with a picture of Professor Potter in a compromising position with Draco Malfoy on the cover, he confronts Potter about the offending literature. Severus probably should have looked inside, because it turns out some of Potterzine’s writers have a different suitor in mind.

Not Even A Little Bit

Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 2,000

Harry is asked to investigate Severus Snape. This isn't going to go badly at all.

Maybe Just A Midnight Rendezvous

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 3,900

Harry's back in London and he's determined to show Draco how things have changed.

Life Has Just Begun written for HP Goldenage

Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 6,200

Harry has been carrying the weight of his secret desires for a long time. Severus is there when he’s finally ready to talk.

Dysphoria (poetry and art) written and drawn for Harry Potter Horror Fest

Teddy Lupin | 250 (please heed content tags)

Who is it here who can tell me who I am?

Take Him to the Stars (Cut to the Feeling) written for @hpkinkfest

Harry Potter/Scorpius Malfoy | 9,800

Scorpius has a thing for older men. For one older man in particular.

Bedroom Hymns

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 11,200

Harry asks Draco for dinner out of the blue. Draco’s about to find out that dinner isn’t the only thing on Harry’s mind.

Lonely Without Him (Everything Changes But You)

Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 3,500

Severus hasn't celebrated his birthday for years. Harry decides it's time for that to change.

Don’t Stop Believing

Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Implied Sirius/James Potter and Sirius/Remus/James | 1,800

Sirius looks up at Remus and he’s close enough that Remus could count every one of his eyelashes, if he wanted. He drinks in the glint in Sirius’s eyes, the lazy curve of his smile and the light shadows under his eyes.

RADIO ONE RPF / ONE DIRECTION FANDOM

Stuck In The Middle (Of Nowhere) With You written for @tomlinshawexchange

Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson | 10,500

Nick throws a party at Soho Farmhouse's new Yorkshire retreat, to celebrate his X-Factor victory.

He didn't anticipate getting trapped in the middle of nowhere with rival judge Louis Tomlinson, who's a terrible duvet thief and a surprisingly good kisser. Not that Nick's been thinking about that last part for the past three weeks. Much.

Nick and Harry’s Infinite Playlist written for @grimmyappreciation

Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles | 13,400

At an indeterminate point in the future it happens, just when Nick least expects it.

Lost and Found co-authored with @shiftylinguini for @grimmyappreciation

Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson | 31,400

In a year when things are coming to an end for Nick, an unexpected chapter begins at the start of a long, hot summer. An accidental romance in Malta. Featuring Annie on the decks, Nick and Louis below deck, a handful of bad nautical puns and weather that's far too hot for trackies.

Knead You Now written for @silveredsound

Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson | 11,400

Harry used to be a baker, Louis definitely didn't and Nick just wants to know how the fuck they got into his kitchen.

Little Lion Man

Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson | 123,600

It’s his final year at Hogwarts, and Louis can’t wait to leave for good. He hates being in Gryffindor and he can’t even enjoy a smoke with the Slytherins now his best mate Zayn’s fucked off to Durmstrang. Louis would be completely miserable if not for WWN and Nick Grimshaw. As Louis tries to negotiate coming of age, homophobia in the wizarding world and his growing feelings for Nick, a new evil emerges which puts Louis and Nick in serious danger. Louis is about to learn exactly how brave he can be as he finds himself fighting for his life, his friends and everything he’s ever loved.

SUPERNATURAL FANDOM

Baby Love

Dean Winchester/Castiel | 3,000

Dean and Castiel share a moment in the Impala.

MULTI-FANDOM

Festive 500s (chapters published in 2018 only)

Chapter One: Introduction Chapter Two: His Wasted Heart (Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald) Chapter Three: Vanilla (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy) Chapter Four: Just Like A Movie (Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles) Chapter Five: Festive Friendship (Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall) Chapter Six: Beware of Gryffindors Bearing Gifts (Severus Snape/Harry Potter) Chapter Seven: Ways To Say ‘I Love You’ (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter) Chapter Eight: Darling So It Goes (Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank) Chapter Nine: Desperate (Harry Potter/Scorpius Malfoy) Chapter Ten: Phoenix (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

#fandom year in review #my fic #my 2018 fic #drarry #snarry #tomlinshaw #gryles #destiel

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Lava

summary: the floor sizzled and patton screeched excitedly, happy to see just how quickly their imagination had kicked in. ships: it's LAMP! there's leanings towards moxiety and logince! you can read it as platonic or romantic! warnings: imaginary lava, reckless stunts, a tiny bit of panic words: 2,200 notes: i've been wanting to write this for AGES and i dunno, it just finally came to me last night, and i wrote it all in one sitting. read on ao3

It was a quiet afternoon in the commons, each Side peacefully minding their own business. They had gathered together in the living room, perfectly content with spending time together, but for the most part, keeping to their own tasks.

Logan was working on the agenda for the next week, from proper bedtimes to video recording schedules, to various appointments. His pens were lined up neatly next to his planner, in order of which got used most to least (black to navy blue to forest green). There was a mug of coffee, steam rising off of it still, but looking like it hadn’t been touched recently.

Roman was sitting on the floor, hunched over the table, furiously scribbling in a notebook. It was doodles of various imagined scenes including himself and the others: a battle with sorcerer Logan at his side versus the Dragon Witch, a race with a winged Patton soaring ahead of him through the sky, a tour through an art gallery with Virgil eagerly leading the way.

Virgil sat perched on the back of the couch, headphones nestled comfortably over his ears, and scrolling through his phone on what could safely be assumed was Tumblr. He looked surprisingly mellow, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth every other post. He was tapping his socked feet against the cushions along to the music.

The tranquility was shattered when a thunderous noise came from the floor above and Patton appeared at the top of the staircase, looking flustered and out of breath.

“Patton, what on Earth—” Logan began before Patton barreled down the rest of the steps, coming to a sudden stop on the very last one. Virgil looked up, eyebrows raising as he paused the playlist. Roman seemed too intensely focused on his current sketch to even have noticed Patton’s arrival in the first place.

“THE FLOOR IS LAVA!!!!” Patton shouted which garnered him three very different reactions.

Logan’s expression fell from concerned to indifferent as he spoke, “Patton, don’t be absurd—”

Only for Roman’s deafening shriek to cut him off as the prince leapt off of the carpet and onto the table, very nearly knocking over Logan’s mug. He wobbled precariously for a moment before his wide eyed surprise narrowed into an accusatory glare at Patton. “A bit more warning would’ve been nice!”

Virgil let the padded band of his earbuds curve along his neck, adjusting to the sudden lack of a song. He smirked at Logan, whose feet were still firmly planted on the ground. “Better get on the couch, Lo,” he advised, “I think you underestimate how serious Patton gets about this one.”

Logan gave him an exasperated look, “really, Virgil? I hardly expected—” This time, the only one interrupting Logan was himself, by way of an alarmed yelp. He yanked his legs onto the couch, knees against his chest, and arms wrapped around his calves. The floor wasn’t so much lava as it was a shimmering orange and red. It radiated heat the same way asphalt does in the distance but it seemed like it would really only be dangerous after prolonged exposure.

Patton looked absolutely thrilled from his spot, hands clasped together underneath his chin. “Oh, I don’t think so!” Roman exclaimed, pointing to the floor beneath Patton’s feet, “that counts, too!” The carpet took its time shifting which gave Patton the few precious seconds he needed to dart away. He shot passed the trio and to the dining area, where he clambered first onto a chair, and then onto the table.

“Hah!” He crowed in Roman’s direction, looking particularly proud papa; whether it was at himself for his success or at the others for playing along… honestly, it was definitely both entirely. Virgil had stood up, balancing a little uneasily; he shrugged off his hoodie, as if it would only weigh him down for this game. It was then that Patton knew he’d been triumphant in his plans to get everybody to play together.

Roman was on his phone, posing just right so that he could get them all in his selfie. Logan looked disgruntled in a delightful “has a soft spot for Patton” sort of manner, Virgil was half turned away but his grin at Patton was shining clear as the sun on a cloudless day, and Patton was the only other looking directly at Roman’s camera for the photo and he was smiling like he’d won the lottery. Roman kept his peace sign pressed close to his own face, beaming and effortlessly charming.

The floor sizzled and Patton screeched excitedly, happy to see just how quickly their imagination had kicked in. Virgil gestured towards one of the chairs and Patton caught on easily, scooting it closer to him. In a move that seemed uncharacteristically dangerous of him, Virgil crawled onto the back of the couch, and used his agility (thanks fight or flight reflexes) to hop onto it. Roman gasped and then broke into applause. Logan sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Very well then. How does one win this game?” Logan asked, pivoting so that he was facing Patton. Virgil had joined him on top of the dining table by now and Logan took a moment to scowl at them, “we eat there.”

“I’ll clean it later!” Patton promised, clutching Virgil’s arm. “Whoever makes it back to the top of the staircase first wins!”

Roman, who was certainly the closest, gave a mighty “huzzah!”

Virgil groaned, “what’d I come over here for then?” He tried to come off as upset about it but the spark in his eyes was a dead giveaway.

“Don’t worry, kiddo,” Patton whispered, “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve!” He pulled on one of the sleeves of the cardigan tied around his shoulders as if to make a point. Virgil snorted.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Roman’s shout drew their attention and they watched as Logan tossed a couch cushion onto the floor. It was the second so far and Logan was reaching for another.

“I don’t see how this could be considered cheating,” Logan responded loftily, “I’m not stepping on the floor, am I?”

Roman looked ready to jump onto the path made so far before Patton cleared his throat. “Ah, ah, ah, Ro! You’ve gotta find your own way!”

“And just how is your strategy going to help me then, Patton?” Virgil muttered. All he received in return was a wink. Virgil rolled his eyes but it somehow only came across as exceedingly affectionate.

“Surely you can come up with something for yourself, Roman.” Logan said, and oh, that was a tone Roman simply would not stand for. “You are Creativity, after all.” And, oh, that smug tilt of his lips was absolutely unacceptable!

With a flourish and snap of his fingers, an oar landed into Roman’s open palms. Virgil watched in awe as the table Roman had claimed shifted into what was easiest to describe as a raft. The floor must’ve taken on some sort of liquid properties as it bobbed in what used to be solid carpet. “Imagination really is something, huh, Virge?” Patton giggled, applauding Roman’s feat. There didn’t seem to be any shrinking it, however, and so it moved slowly and awkwardly. Still, he was gaining headway on Logan, who had taken a moment to gather his supplies.

Patton tapped on Virgil’s shoulder and gestured towards the ceiling. A zipline (that really was the best word for it) trailed from above the table to over the step that Virgil occupied for videos. Patton undid the knot of his cardigan and tossed one sleeve over the cable; he wound the fabric around his hands a few times and gave an experimental tug. It seemed to hold just fine but Virgil’s panic skyrocketed anyway. “Are you crazy?!”

Patton leant forward and kissed Virgil on the cheek, “people do crazy things when they’re in love!” And with that, he kicked off of the sturdy surface, tucking his legs up as high as he could.

Roman cried out “Hercules?!” just as Patton went flying by him.

Virgil, more out of fear for Patton’s safety than anything else, sprung back onto the chair towards the couch, grabbed his hoodie, and then moved just as quickly to the table again. He looped his sleeves much the same way Patton had and took a deep breath, before launching himself after his best friend.

It all happened so rapidly that the terror barely had time to take hold. The adrenaline kicked in instead and he actually laughed, startling Roman out of his rowing and Logan from his careful progress. The sound was abruptly cut off when he crashed into Patton and knocked them both to the floor. “Ow, ow, ow,” Patton chanted while somehow still snickering. It didn’t hurt, not really; it was more like the sensation of sinking into a hot tub than burning oneself with hot water. They got to their feet and Virgil hoisted Patton onto the banister before climbing on himself.

“You used Patton’s idea!” Roman criticized, paddling faster now to make up for getting distracted.

“Breaking the rules should lead to disqualification,” Logan agreed, hauling the cushion behind him around and to the front of the one he currently rested on.

“He did not!” Patton argued, gesturing to the outerwear left on the floor. “He had his own mode of transportation!”

“While using your form of transit!”

In the midst of the disagreement, Virgil was steadily climbing up the staircase, slipping his feet between the balusters. Patton either didn’t notice or was more than alright with letting Virgil win.

Roman arrived close enough to the television stand and he lunged for it, very nearly knocking everything over. He tiptoed along the edge, arms outstretched for balance. The same moment he jumped for Virgil’s discarded hoodie went hand in hand with Logan leaping for Patton’s abandoned cardigan. They collided and, much like the others had before them, felt the heat briefly before getting to their feet, and scurrying for the banister. Patton hadn’t pulled ahead by much and so it was feeling very cramped suddenly on the staircase.

Roman, realizing now just how close Virgil was to winning, and feeling very much like adding some tragedy to their game, let go of the handrail and landed noisily on the steps. “Oh no!” He cried, throwing himself against the wall and farther from safety. “Logan, help!”

“What— Roman, what are you doing?!” Logan demanded, holding an arm out for Roman to grab onto. Patton’s horrified gasp was well done and Roman made a mental note to shower him in praise after this was all finished. From the corner of his eye, Roman could see Virgil had paused, a mere three steps from the top. “Go on without me!” Roman wailed, crocodile tears springing to his eyes.

“That would be highly illogical,” Logan sounded very much like a scolding parent, “whatever would we do without you?” And while Roman had planned to draw his death scene out in the most dramatically agonizing way possible, Logan was apparently having none of it as he reached even further. He grabbed Roman by his sash and tugged; Roman willed the fabric into something stronger so that it wouldn’t tear and allowed the logical Side his victory. Something warm bloomed in his heart at the possibility of Logan being entirely serious, despite this all being pretend.

Just as suddenly as it had began, it ended. The floor returned to soft carpet and the heat disappeared. Virgil stood at the top of the staircase, hands on his hips, looking especially proud. Patton hopped up the remaining steps and very nearly tackled Virgil in his enthusiasm; they only stayed standing by way of Virgil grabbing onto the handrail and keeping them steady.

“Hooray, Virgil!” Patton acclaimed, keeping an arm looped around his neck as he took Virgil’s free hand, shooting it into the air. “Three cheers for our favorite emo!”

“He’s the only emo we—”

“Hip hip!” Patton began.

“Hooray!” Roman followed.

“Hip hip!”

“Hooray!” Roman said again, nudging Logan in the side.

“Hip hip!”

“Hooray!” Logan acquiesced, looking at Patton with a gentle fondness in his eyes.

Virgil seemed embarrassed by all the attention and slipped out of Patton’s grasp, rubbing his hand along his bare forearm a little uncomfortably. “This was fun, guys,” he admitted, snapping his fingers and shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie the moment it materialized back onto his body. Roman shot him a pair of finger guns and the headphones appeared back around his neck, to which Virgil gave him a tiny, if not grateful, smile.

“Dinner’s in an hour, kiddos!” Patton chimed, hopping onto the banister and sliding down it, passing Logan and Roman. They both protested his action, proclaiming safety and jealousy, respectively. He scooped his cardigan up off the floor and began putting the cushions back onto the couch. “Go rest up,” he instructed before anybody could move to help him, “I’ll call you when the food’s ready!”

There wasn’t much contradicting Patton when he went full on Dad mode and so the others left for their rooms, each thinking of how they’d thank Patton later on for getting them all gathered for some well deserved fun.

#sanders sides fan fiction #sanders sides lamp #logince #moxiety #sanders sides #dani writes #mine #I'M SO HAPPY WITH THIS I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT #lava #1k

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What Kamski Left Behind

Previous: 1/2 Characters: Tony Stark, Connor, and Chloe. Summary: “I believe that is an android prototype willed to Howard Stark after Elijah Kamski’s death.” Elijah Kamski? Now that is a name that Tony knows. AN: I forgot to post the second part on Tumblr! Wow!!

“Who is this?”

Tony beams, “This is Connor! A state of the art android!”

“You must be Virginia Potts,” Connor holds out his hand politely for a shake.

“Yes, but everyone calls me Pepper,” she confirms as she stares at his hand. Connor continues to hold out his hand, unmoving, taking no offense to her reluctance in shaking it. “So this is the android you’ve been working on for months?”

“The one and only!” Tony can’t contain the joy from his words.

Pepper glances at Tony and then back at Connor’s hand. She reaches for his hand and gives him a firm shake. “Pleasure.”

Connor smiles. He smiles a really weird smile that Tony knows is an attempt to follow basic human ‘friendliness’ in greetings.

“You can call on him for whatever you need,” Tony explains to her, “and I’ve set him up so that he has direct communication with Jarvis! Jarvis will send him to you if you ever need any manual work done.”

“I have assistants for that,” Pepper sighs.

“You never know when you’ll need an extra hand,” Tony shrugs with a lopsided smile. Pepper sees his happiness and can’t help but form her own smile. Tony’s mood lifts her own. “Just don’t hurt him too much. He’s my baby.”

Pepper raises a brow. “Your baby?”

“Hell yeah!”

“That’s the sort of terms you use for your cars Tony.”

“I’ll have you know that I created some of those automobiles-”

“He’s not a car,” Pepper interrupts. She then looks Connor up and down. “Or a baby.”

“Mr. Stark may call me whatever he likes,” Connor interjects.

“He doesn’t mind!” Tony says in elation.

“It’s strange if another grown man calls another grown man his baby.”

“I am not a grown man, Ms. Potts,” Connor explains, “I am an RK800. An Android model created to assist Mr. Stark.”

“No but you look like one,” she tells him.

Connor says nothing to that.

“Enough of confusing Connor,” Tony waves at Pepper dismissively. “I’ve got tons of things that I need to catch up on now that he’s up and running.”

“Speaking of which,” Pepper says, “you have an appointment with Nick Fury.”

“That old kook again?”

“You’ve been neglecting his calls for months.”

“Why should that change now?”

“Because you’re the leader of the Avengers,” Pepper scolds Tony like a child.

Tony simply huffs and folds his arms across his chest.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

After introducing Connor to Pepper - Tony made certain to introduce Connor to many of the staff members as well. He couldn’t have the employees at the front desk denying Connor any entry. Then again, even if they did, Jarvis would simply comm them and tell them to let him in.

Tony gets a lot of his things in order before he drags Connor to Detroit.

Chloe waits for them.

Tony doesn’t break promises.

Okay - well - except for that one time…

He shivers at the memory.

Pepper was not a person to break promises with.

Chloe welcomes them with open arms. She shows the same exhilaration that Tony had when Connor had first woken up. She circles around Connor in inspection, checking him up and down, and Tony stands to the side to watch.

Chloe then glances at Connor’s LED.

She raises her hand and her fingers gently touch the side of her own forehead.

Strange.

“Did you know what his original purpose was for?” She distracts herself with a question as her hand falls back to her side.

Tony shakes his head. “No.”

“He was created to assist in police investigations. Homicide.”

So that’s why he had a whole crap-ton of features that Tony hadn’t understood. He had been tempted to remove half of them but didn’t on the account that he might have to start from scratch again. One wrong move could be the biggest mistake.

“Why is that?”

Chloe shrugs.

“Haven’t a clue.”

He misses the flash that flies through her eyes.

Tony leaves Chloe’s place after she has her fun asking Connor a billion questions about the way he works. Connor knows every little detail about how he functioned.

He takes Connor around Detroit to see how he’d react to things in person. Connor may have the entire web in his head, just like Jarvis, but that didn’t mean he should miss out in the experiences of half of the places they went too. Tony had the full intent on showing Connor the wonders of humanity. He’d show him that there was a lot more to just being a machine even if that was exactly what Connor was.

Connor seems to appreciate it.

Or, at least he pretends to because he always seeks to please everyone with his weird smile.

Which was fine by the way. It was charming all on its own.

Their trip doesn’t last too long. They’re back at the Avengers Tower before the next evening and Tony does another check-up on Connor.

Then he sees something he had missed.

Small. That’s the only way to explain it.

Deviant string.

That’s what it was titled. It had been carefully tucked into the corner of Connor’s programming.

Tony had no idea what it did.

But Connor? He knows every detail about it right?

“What’s this?” Tony points at the floating screen of information in front of him.

Connor glances over at Tony and his eyes scan the screen with precision.

“I am… unsure…”

Okay.

Okay? Wait a second.

“How do you not know?”

“It’s not something I’m familiar with,” Connor rephrases. “I do not how to interpret it.”

“Lame,” Tony huffs before taking a closer look at it.

Must be Kamski.

Of course, it had to be Kamski. Who else could it be?

What a mysterious guy. Tony had looked over his notes ten times over and still didn’t know more about him. Then again, he looked over his research notes. Not his diary.

Tony lets Connor free from his clutches after a thorough inspection. Once he sees that everything is in order - Tony proceeds to do tune-ups on his suits.

He had pushed off Iron Man for far too long.

It seems that tuning up his suits were a good idea.

Who would predict that they’d be attacked three weeks later?

“I am Paper Wasp!” Pfft.

“You’ve ruined my life!”

Unlikely. “Now I’ll have to start all over again!” Uh…

“And I’ll start over after I kill you!” Paper Wasp was a scrawny-looking man with a baggy costume. The only things that looked sorta-good were the giant wasp wings that shot out of his back.

Paper Wasp, or whatever his name was, (what a forgettable guy) also had a gun he called a stinger.

Tony underestimated him.

He does that a lot. Ha. Damn.

Tony sniffs as the pain hits him like a fastball going at 100 mph.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

He flies into the wall. Totally destroys the thing.

Rude!

Connor stands to the side. He glances between the both as Tony lays in his wrecked lab.

“Do you need assistance? Mr. Stark?”

“Stay out of this!” Tony warns. He gets up, wipes his nose, and gets hit by another ‘stinger’ pellet.

He flies back. Again.

“You are injured-” Connor sounds worried. Connor never sounds worried. When did Connor ever sound worried?

“That’s an order!” Tony says because he doesn’t want Connor to get hurt. It took eight freaking months just to get him to walk around. The last thing Tony wanted was for Connor to have some irreparable damage.

Huh.

Maybe Connor wasn’t actually so different from humans.

Tony realizes that he values Connor’s life a lot.

Paper Wasp aims again.

“This time I’ll kill you!” ‘Like you weren’t aiming to kill before? ’ Tony thinks to himself.

Tony watches as Paper Wasp prepares to pull the trigger.

He also watches as Connor throws himself at Paper Wasp. He throws his whole body at him. His whole body.

It knocks Paper Wasp off-guard and makes the man stumble.

“Get off of me!”

‘Better work quick!” Tony’s thoughts are loud as he holds up one of his gauntlets.

Ba’am.

One blast to the chest.

Connor jumps back.

Paper Wasp falls to the ground.

Alive. He should be. Tony made sure it was non-lethal.

Ah - but…

Tony sends his meanest glare to Connor.

His baby. His baby!

He could’ve gotten killed!

“Connor! I explicitly told you not to get involved! When did you ever start disobeying orders!?”

Connor straightens himself and looks Tony dead in the eyes.

“I could not let you suffer any further harm.”

“You aren’t equipped for fighting!” Tony says, disregarding that Connor knows how to fend off attackers defensively. “Anything could have happened!”

Tony was unaware that Connor had already mapped several different scenarios within his mind’s eye. Connor had done what he did because he knew that it would be the most effective way to catch Paper Wasp off guard.

“I apologize,” Connor says. It’s not sincere. Not at all.

Tony lets a tired noise escape his lips.

Connor never disobeyed orders.

He never-

Tony pauses.

Deviant string.

“We’re going to have a long talk about this,” Tony states. He has a tone that leaves no room for questioning.

Connor nods.

Tony does have that talk with Connor. He has a really long talk with Connor as he checks him over for the third time that evening.

Tony looks at the deviant string. Again.

He glances back at Connor who sits like a kicked puppy.

“This might be a bit troublesome,” Tony mumbles to himself as his finger hovers over the location of the deviant string. One swipe would throw it in the trash. It was easily retrievable, certainly, but it was the action that mattered. Getting rid of it meant that Connor wouldn’t disobey again. Connor wouldn’t do something against Tony’s will.

He wouldn’t-

He wouldn’t…

He couldn’t do that.

He wanted Connor to be his own person.

Was that a strange thing to think of an android? It’s not like this hasn’t happened before. Tony has had several thoughts of severely reworking Jarvis several times because of the things the AI would do for Tony. Wasn’t Connor similar in that aspect? It’s not like Connor had any ill-intent with his actions either. He had done it all to protect Tony.

Tony’s hand falls to his side.

He pulls up a chair near to where Connor sits on his examination table.

Tony smiles.

“I’m done,” he says, “scolding you, that is.”

Connor blinks.

“Thank you. For protecting me.”

Tony finds himself utterly fascinated by the expression that Connor pulls off.

A smile.

It’s not the normal one.

It’s so human.

“I would do it again.”

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