#30DayAUChallenge

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AU Meme - Day 24 - Apocalypse/Dystopia

Neither of them are really my thing, even in the fiction I consume, never mind what I write.  I am an optimist.  When it comes to catastrophes, I like mine cosy, like say 'The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe' or in a very different way, "Children of Men".

So, you're getting some more of a Molly and Regal-focussed dystopian AU (originally written for @lenny-kosnowski ).  This one is heavily Regal and based on a recent promo vs MJF.

Fic bit under the cut

The journey back from Molly, from the Grey Sisters, was when Regal appreciated that, as a minor ministry official, he wasn't allowed to travel by car.  The train journey was long enough that he could calm himself, return to the stereotype of the Zurich gnome he was supposed to be - calmly writing, reading and approving documents that should make all decent folk revolt.

And he can't.  For the greater good, he's got to stay there, blandly not reacting to what he's reading, nodding approvingly at every new horror, because he's their best bet for having a man on the inside.

He's not quite sure how, maybe the suits and the accent and twenty years make people forget who you were once.  He has no idea how they forget that Moxley was one of his students but they seem to.  

When the government came to power, he kept expecting the knock on the door, sending him to join the long list of mysteriously vanished.  His history is what it is and they'd rounded up everyone else Moxley had ever had anything to do with.  But it never came.  Day after day of being very quiet, very discreet, making sure no-one noticed him for good or ill.

The knock never came.

Or that one didn't.

Another one did, Molly carrying an injured protestor and of course he was going to let her in.  And after that, it was easy to start funnelling bits of information through her and any nominated associates.  

It was risky, and he knows it.  It's risky and he knows the consequences if any of them get caught, the gallows are set up in the square outside his office.  But he can't not do it and still look at himself in the mirror.

End notes: There's a whole bit about Molly really having a shaven head and its a wig most of the time that probably needs to be written.

[earninganincomplete]

The Challenge of Infinite Earths

Day 8: Futuristic

Fandom: Homestuck

Pairing: Eridan <3 Equius

Rating: T

Summary: Humanstuck, on a space station, far in the future.  Equius has cybernetic implants that make him STRONG.  Eridan is forbidden from carrying even a tiny laser pistol after various things that happened when he was a teenager.  He used to spend most of his time flying around in his private space shuttle, but since he started living with Equius, he's been home more often getting on everyone's nerves.

The system was supposed to be self-sufficient. That fact was often recounted to the amusement of everyone listening. If it took two days for the auto restart to trigger on the repairdroids because the increasing solar activity had frazzled an above predicted 57% of the self-replicating nanobots, that two days without water and oxygen recycling. Not dangerous these days, with so many redundancies, but there was a lot of whining.

Which was why Equius was upside down outside the space station, some clingy material and a single metal line keeping him from death or a tumble into the void and inconveniencing everyone.

"Uh, Eq, this probably ain't a good time for this." Eridan's voice came in loud and clear.

Equius frowned, trying to concentrate on opening a panel without using too much force and getting thrown away from the station again. It had been years since he had last been out here. But, if he remembered correctly, it had been to repair what was behind this exact panel. This one panel on the entire moon sized station.

"You remember that little quibblin argument I completely won last night?" He sighed and turned on his own mic. "You were in several fights."

"Most a those were just little disagreements, like just normal conversation."

"I know what you're talking about. Stop delaying this. Whatever news you saved until the exact most inconvenient moment." Or maybe he was not thinking like Eridan. If the news was bad enough, this was obviously the best time to bring this up. He wouldn't even have to look at Equius' face when he reacted, much less listen to him yell.

"So it's kinda embarrassin but it turns out that pug nosed ignoramus is the son a--"

"I told you who he was the son of. You insisted on continuing." Equius accidentally overcompensated and flung the panel into space. "Fudge!" He launched himself after it and caught it just as his line hit its limit and rocketed him back towards the station.

"Shit, Eq, don't be like that," Eridan was saying. He'd apparently interpreted Equius' vulgarity the wrong way. "I haven't even gotten to the news yet."

"Can it wait?" he asked. He shone a light into the open panel.

"Um...not really? Like in a few hours it'll be too late and you'll be even more pissed than you are now with me."

"Too late? Were you arrested?" He flashed back to stories from the early days of this space station, before he was born. They tended to end with "and then this important historical figure was pushed out the airlock. "Or..."

"No. I was, uh. Volunteered."

"Eridan..." He closed his eyes. "Out with it."

Eridan could speak so fast that it took all Equius' concentration to understand him. "See, turns out there's a space in the colonization program after whatsisname had an embolism or whatever and they were just gonna leave it but hey guess what now I'm on the ship in two hours and if I don't go I think I'm gonna get to go onto some other kinda trip like to visit you except without a suit on is what I'm thinkin."

-- Equius snapped the panel back on and was inside the station again in twenty minutes. There were four muscular gentlemen hovering in the hallway outside his and Eridan's apartment. They scattered as soon as they got a good look at Equius--glistening with sweat, cybernetic strength enhancements pulsing, fists clenched in rage.

When the door opened too slowly, he slammed it the rest of the way open and marched in. "Eridan," he said.

Eridan was leaning over a suitcase. He looked up when Equius spoke to him, distracted. "Oh, hey. That was faster than I was expectin." Equius closed the distance between them. "You are not going," he said. "This is ridiculous."

"Yeah, I thought it was pretty funny at first but Eq I'm tryna look on the bright side for once about this. Like, you know visionaries are never accepted in their own time. Like, long after I'm off scrapin together a little culture on my new dirtball home, they'll be readin about me in their history books, about how scraps a my wisdom brought like a new age--"

"Eridan," Equius said, putting his hand on Eridan's shoulder. "Quiet. Forcing you on this ship breaks three separate regulations. We will speak to the captain."

"You know I've been on the captain's bad side since the season finale," Eridan said, miserable.

Equius patted him on the back, and Eridan immediately latched onto him, pressing his face against Equius' chest. "I am sure he will put aside your gloating for something important."

"I said a lot of bad things about his favorite character, Eq, and he was in mournin over him at the time. I wouldn't be surprised if he signed a new reg just set up to send me off to make it all clean and legal."

"He wouldn't."

"You don't know him like I do. Anyway, not like he's got full say in this."

"You aren't going."

"It's not like I'm like against startin a new life somewhere. But like, I'd like to talk you into goin with me and maybe a couple other people I can stand like maybe Kan she's always good to have around, and--"

"You aren't going. We will sort this out. Even if I have to sort them out myself."

Eridan looked up at him. "You mean it?"

"They will not get away with so blithely ignoring regulation. I promise." Eridan sighed. "I guess if they're gonna start ignorin whatever regulation's convenient, I can go ahead and ignore the one keepin me from just carryin' my dad's old plasma rifle wherever I go for a while."

Equius considered. He was very, very angry. He should probably not be making any decisions in this mood. "Why not get it out now?"

"I guess I'm feelin kinda nostalgic, what with gettin torn away from my childhood home and all," Eridan said. He looked confused.

"You are not going to be the one leaving the station in an hour," Equius said. He let go of Eridan and, for emphasis, tore the top half of his suitcase off and threw it across the room.

"Eq, you always know how to cheer me up," Eridan said.

---

The next hour was eventful. No one ended up leaving on the colony ship that day--it had to be delayed a full week until everything calmed down. Someone else had to repair the oxygen recycler while Equius (and Eridan, and fifteen other people) waited in the brig for their opportunity to get screamed at by the captain.

Three years later, Equius' attachments malfunctioned and he accidentally destroyed three internal walls and an escape pod. He and Eridan were voted the station's least popular couple and, their dignity affronted, they volunteered for the next colony expedition.

[rollthegatorade]

Day 30- Your own life

If my OCs came to life in my universe, then they would be cuddling and huggling my girlfriend forever.

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Challenge on Infinite Earths - Day 30

My Life AU / Admin's Reality AU

We kinda lack interesting lives, so it was decided we'd take some old Facebook chats and edit those, hope that counts.

[hielorei]

30 Days AU Challange [06/30] - Mythical Creature

mermaid M'gann because the shuck no?

[absedarian]

Challenge on Infinite Earths - Day 9: Aliens

Title: Interstellar Diplomacy

Pairing: SQ

Her skin was shimmering, Emma Swan decided. The woman’s skin was actually shimmering in a soft golden brown in a way that made the color change depending on the angle from which you looked at her. Emma was currently staring straight at her, but she really couldn’t help it. She had never seen a Fairean of exactly that coloring; most of them were either a creamy white or a dark shade of chocolate brown.

Emma decided today was the day she had to meet the woman. Right fucking now. To hell with rules.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” a cool voice greeted her with the disdain.

Emma fought the urge to look at her feet or take a step or two back. She was already to close to the Fairean and it would be well within the woman’s rights to call over the law and have Emma removed from her presence.

“Hey,” Emma said in greeting. And for the first time she wondered what the universal translator actually turned that into.

The woman mustered her from head to toe but refrained from calling over the marshal Emma could see on the next corner. “Hey?” It sounded almost like a question.

Emma had to fight not to ramble or swoon but damn that woman’s voice did things to her insides. Maybe that was the reason they usually didn’t talk to Earthfolk like her. “Yeah, hey,” she said blithely. “It’s an Earth greeting.”

“I know what it means.” The reply was stilted and the woman looked uncomfortable.

“Oh, good.” Emma swallowed. “My name is Emma, Emma Swan,” she continued.

The woman looked at her as if she had two heads.

“That was an introduction,” Emma explained in case that was the problem. She had never heard of Earthfolk getting this far into a conversation with a Fairean. “I gave you my name, and the usual response would be to give me your name in return.” She held out her hand. “And we normally shake each other’s hands.”

“Your designation is Emma Emma Swan?” The woman asked or said but Emma found it hard to read her inflection. She also stared at Emma’s hand as if it could jump up and bite her, but after long, long moments she reached out with her own hand and placed it in Emma’s. The touch made Emma’s skin tingle and she shivered a little, trying hard not to get lost in the feeling. She almost missed the Faireans next words. “My designation is Regina.”

Emma squeezed her hand a little harder and smiled. First step done. “It’s called a name,” she corrected, ”and mine is just Emma Swan.”

“Did you halt my progress down this hallway for a specific purpose, Emma Swan?”

Emma still held onto the hand, slowly getting used to the tingles. “I’ve been seeing you around the station and you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and … and … I just wanted to meet you.”

Regina’s head tilted to the right. “Why? Your kind do not talk to my kind unless you need us to solve some problem.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “Wait, I was always told that we were not allowed to approach you because you were above our station.”

“Above your station?” She looked around the dark gray surrounding them. “What do you mean?”

“Not this station,” Emma explained with a light laugh. “I was told not to talk to Faireans because you thought you were better than us.”

Regina rolled her dark eyes. “We are merely different,” she said slowly. “My kind are told that you do not approach us because of our powers which are hard to explain and scare you unless you need them.”

Emma gave her a bright smile, even as she was shaking her head in wonder at the new information. “How about we go and have some coffee together and change that?” she offered. “Do Faireans even drink coffee?”

Regina smiled and Emma thought the station gray around them got a few shades brighter. “You have not had coffee unless you have tried Fairean coffee.”

“Oh,” Emma sighed. “Is there a place around here that serves it?”

Regina studied her once more, and suddenly a slightly predatory look entered her face. “The only place I know is the galley on my ship,” she hinted, voice even lower than before. “Would you like to continue your brazen streak and accompany me there?”

The tingling in Emma’s hand intensified and sparks were racing up and down her arms, traveling down her spine and curling in her lower abdomen. “Are you doing that?” she gasped.

“No, Emma Swan,” Regina whispered back. “We are doing that.” The slight tremble in her voice told Emma that the Fairean was as affected as she was. “And if you join me, there could be more of that.”

Emma didn’t have to think twice. “Lead the way,” she said, although she was pulling Regina by the hand. “Let’s do our best to improve the understanding between our species.”

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30 Day AU Challenge- Detectives

Ok so I skipped a couple but I was away for the weekend and if I tried to get them all done I would just give up. And this one will definitely be extended on Wattpad once I'm done ~~~~ "You look exhausted, Mitch." Scott said as he watched his friend sit at the desk opposite. "I'm calling it, this case is unsolvable." Mitch said, taking a sip from his coffee. "You guys'll solve it, I'm sure of it." Scott reassured him. "I'm not so sure about that, Scotty," Kirstie said, sitting on the edge of Mitch's desk, "I've looked at it from every angle, it can't be done." "We've dropped all of our open cases for this!" Mitch moaned, "The captain's gonna be so pissed." Scott was about to say something when two of their co-workers walked in, each dragging a perp behind them. "I see you got that robbery then!" Scott called. "Yeah!" Kevin said, as he and Avi locked the guys into the holding cell. "Paperwork now, the best part." Avi muttered. "Hey, I'll pay you 20 bucks to finish it, Avi!" "Like I would let you near it anyway, you mislabelled the evidence last time." "Evidence." Scott muttered, "Mitch, can I have a look at the case?" "Have at it." Mitch said, holding out the file. Scott took it and opened it, reading it under his breath. "Thirty-year-old man murdered in an electrical store..." Scott looked up at Mitch, "You interrogated the owner?" "About five times." Mitch confirmed, holding the bridge of his nose. "And what did he say?" "He couldn't give an accurate description of the murderer; he said that he ducked and didn't look." Kirstie said. "Security footage?" "Wiped clean." "Guys, can we just accept that it's unsolvable? We have nothing to go on: no witnesses, no evidence, not even a fingerprint! The only way we know that there even was a murder was the autopsy!" "And that's where they slipped up." Scott said, "There's no evidence and the only witness wasn't looking. There's only one person I can think of that could've done it." Mitch looked confused, but Kirstie gasped. "The shopkeeper." "What? No." Mitch said. "His were the only fingerprints we found." "Then let's arrest him." Kirstie said. jumping up. Mitch didn't want to argue (he really just wanted to sleep) so he stood up, but before he could leave Scott blocked his way. "You're not coming, Mitch. You're gonna get some sleep in the break room." Scott ordered. "Scott, I've been working this case for two months! I'll sleep when I've got the arrest to go with it." Mitch said, trying to push past, but the blonde wasn't having it. Scott picked Mitch up and carried him to the break room, lying him on the small sofa. At first, Mitch protested, but as soon as his head touched the cushions he fell asleep. Scott smiled to himself as he left the room, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him.

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30 Day AU Meme - Day 30 - Real Life

I can't really do a proper RL AU because I work in a really niche job.  So instead, have the start of the RVD as a lab scientist AU.

It's only little bit because the long version will get wrong, and probably slightly bitter

He's almost got the lab set up just how he likes it.  His new PhD student, first here, will be arriving soon, and once he's got her up and running, he'll start looking for a post-doc to help him manage the lab, and teaching, and the looking for more funding.  The search for funding never stops.

He just needs to convince them that they want to let him move the ultra-centrifuge into the instrument room so he doesn't need to schlep across the bridge to the main biochemistry building every time he needs to use it.

He had hoped for a second ultracentrifuge, so as not to inconvenience the two people who use it in the other building, but the chances of that were dashed when Paul left.

Or when Paul was shoved out of the door, depending on whose version you believed.

Rob wants to believe Paul ran his mouth and got himself sacked, otherwise he's convinced Rob to come to an institute to work with him, despite knowing he was leaving ... again.

It's the again that would rankle.

He forgave Paul the first time because Paul really was worth all the hassle, convincing you to come to a place to work with him despite him leaving being the least of it.  Paul tended to leave places chased by broken promises, financial irregularities, with half the academics raging about him and the other half of them completely star-struck.

In a world that used the term too much, Paul Heyman really was a visionary - certainly the only person who'd protect Rob from official interest in the legalities of his work - and that made him worth it.

[its-dean-martin]

30 Day AU Challenge-Day 7-Fairy Tale

7. Fairy tale Galloping through the woods, Prince Dino bounced up and down on his brave pinto. The branches whipped at their faces , tearing the skin from muscle , stinging like bitter tears. They found a clearing in the woods, using it as a break point. "Where are we, boy?" Dean wondered aloud, patting the neck of his gallant stallion. Blood dripped from bare skin, staining their clothes. A small wooden sign covered with ivy was nailed to a nearby tree. Dean trotted over and squinted to read it. "Sleeping Attractive person" he frowned, shook his head and galloped in the direction it pointed to him. The dark woods glared at him as he passed , his cloak flapping in the hurried breeze. He galloped for another long time, or what seemed like a long time, until he reached a stone brick tower. "You stay here." He commanded his horse to stay and commenced to scale the immense walls. Brick by brick, he dragged himself to the top with the courage of a king. He hopped over the windowsill and looked around, removing his riding cape. The room was dim, with drapes hanging from the walls. The heat was stifling. Stepping over to the bed, Dino kneeled and peeled back the silk curtain. Lying on a velvet mattress was a stunning man, his hands rested on his chest as he dreamed. Dino leaned forwards, examining The face of his "damsel in distress" "You're no Aurora, but there's something about you." He smiled, leaning in to kiss the sleeping prince. Their lips met with electricity, surging up Dino's spine. "Waaaaaahhh!" The sleeping prince awoke with an almighty screech that shook the heavens above. "Woah there boy, it's just me, Prince Dino."

[earninganincomplete]

The Challenge of Infinite Earths

Day 7: Fairy Tale

Fandom: Homestuck

Pairing: Eridan <3 Equius

Rating: T

Summary: This is based off of the Aesop's fable "The Ant and the Grasshopper"

Title: The Blueblood and the Seadweller

In an ocean on a warm evening in the dark season, a seadweller was swimming about, slaughtering lusi, flarping with his kismesis, and messaging his friends to bemoan his romantic troubles. He was near the shore when he saw a blueblood pass by, bearing a enormous windfall of scrapmetal on his back. He carried it with seeming ease, though he was sweating profusely.

"Oh, hey, Eq," the seadweller said, coming onto land. "Me and Vvris got a session goin, but we can probably fit you in. Instead a haulin around garbage like you're doin."

"I am building up supplies for my robotic army for the coming war," Equius said. "I recommend you prepare as well, in your own way."

"Eh, why bother?" he said. "We're all gonna die when the Empress shows up anyway. Anyway, you landdwellers should show me more gratitude, keepin Gl'bgolyb from wipin you dirt scrapers out."

But the blueblood went on his way and continued his toil.

When the Empress arrived to wipe out the Heiress and her young rebellion, the seadweller had no defense and was shooting suppressive fire at the enemy and considering the advantages of switching sides and giving up what information he had.  He didn't have the chance.

He was pushed back onto land, wounded terribly, and ended up near death by the enormous spiral of a hive the blueblood kept for himself. He was suddenly surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of deadly robots, who fought off the Empress' forces with ease. One of them carried him inside and brought him to the blueblood.

"It is beneath me to say 'I told you so,'" Equius said.

Eridan grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled himself up so they were face to face. He kissed Equius on the mouth, pulled back to look him in the eye, and said:

EVEN IF WE'RE ALL STILL DOOMED I GUESS IT'S BETTER TO BUILD A FUCKIN ARMY A ROBOTS INSTEAD A WAITIN TO DIE.

[rollthegatorade]

Day 29- Pirates

Finn and Luke being the greatest sea-thieves ever- and of course, double crossing each other every step of the way.

(Finn a lot more than Luke, Luke has those gross things called 'morals')

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Challenge on Infinite Earths - Day 29

Rin was pissed. That much was obvious. Aiichiro watched through the small vent onto the deck as he paced, clawing at his short hair and gnashing those sharp teeth of his. Why did he have such pointy teeth? Aiichiro made a mental note to himself to see if the first mate knew. Lost in thought, he stood near the vent until--

What was that smell? Rin sniffed the air, trying to capture more of that unsettlingly familiar scent. Until he realized it was smoke, and coming from the galley below deck. Storming towards the door, Rin ripped it open before yelling into the dark depths of the ship.

“Nitori, you idiot! What the hell are you doing?!”

Aiichiro jumped at the mention of his last name, spinning around until he spotted the smoking pan over the makeshift stove. He let out a startled cry before rushing over and throwing a bucket of water onto the small fire. The fish he had intended for supper was charred and black, ultimately inedible. Sighing, he tossed the lump into a bucket and pulled another salted fish out from the nearby barrel. Perhaps they could do with another meal of salted fish and rum.

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It was official. He hated parrots.

Momo groaned as the captain’s parrot squawked loudly, rolling onto his stomach in the small basket. He hated being on look-out duty because it was so boring. The cold air combined with the coziness of the basket and empty seas made it the perfect spot to nap in, though. As usual, he had fallen asleep only to be woken up by that stupid parrot.

The bird made another horrendous screeching sound, beady eyes never leaving Momo’s prone figure as he tugged his large hat over his ears. When his brother had stepped down from being the crew’s captain (too much work, he had complained), Rin hadn’t wanted to take the hat. So they had bestowed it upon Momo, making it his one and only defence against the stupid bird that would not shut up.

“Wake up!” it crowed. “Wake up! Wake up!”

If he had his bug net, he could probably catch the bird and toss it into the wind, he mused. But the net was below deck with his other belongings. Such as his patchy-but-warm blanket. The thought of sleep lulled the young pirate into a quiet daze, blocking out the voice that called out to him as it changed from a screeching bird to a softer tenor. Only when a warm hand squeezed his shoulder did he jolt back to reality.

“Wake up, Momo.”

Screeching like a parrot, Momo flung himself away from the hand that grabbed him, slamming his stomach into the mast. His mind vaguely registered the soft chuckling from behind him as he clutched his tender stomach, groaning. Twisting around on the floor, he gave the first mate his best pout.

“It’s rude to laugh at someone who’s hurt.” Sousuke just smiled at him. The parrot hopped over and perched itself on his arm, squawking again. Momo pulled himself into a sitting position with the help of the mast and ran a hand through his unruly hair, letting the hat fall to the bottom of the basket. He looked up again to see the first mate feeding the bird some cracker crumbs. At the thought of food, his stomach growled.

Sousuke grinned at him. “When was the last time you ate?” When all he received in response was a scowl, his face dropped back into it’s usual serious expression. “Go down and eat. Aiichiro’s got some food ready. And next time,” the shorter pirate stopped, about to leap out of the basket. “don’t fall asleep on look-out duty.”

[hielorei]

30 days AU Challange [05/30] - School

[absedarian]

Challenge on Infinite Earths - Day 8: Futuristic

Title: Coup de Foudre

Pairing(s): SQ, set in the Mass Effect universe

Rating: T

Words: 2,185

A/N: Sort of goes with this manip.

  Afterlife was pulsing with the insistent beat of the music and the rhythm of the people moving to it on the different dance floors. As always, Regina stopped just inside the door to get her bearings, to let her body adjust to the onslaught of sights and sounds. As usual, she wished she could be back on the Normandy, in her quarters or enjoying a drink and a poker game with her crew in the lounge.

“Aria’s business seems to be booming despite the war raging on outside.” Regina could only hear Liara’s voice through her comm system even though the Asari was standing right next to her.

She nodded. “I’d say it’s booming because of the war raging outside of these walls.”

“Most humans like to avoid dealing with unpleasantness,” Zaeed added, distaste written all over his features. Then again, it could have been the scars that made him look like that. Regina hadn’t known him long enough to be able to really tell yet.

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“Aria,” was all Regina said in greeting.

The imposing Asari simply nodded. “What brings you to Omega this time?” 

Regina rolled her eyes. “Don’t pretend you don’t like my presence,” she shot back with a smirk. “I’m looking for someone … a woman named Emma Swan.”

Aria cocked her head. “If you continue to use my club as your recruiting office, I should charge you for the privilege.” There was no real bite behind the words, however. “She should be here tonight,” she added slowly, her tone slightly less bored than usual.

Regina raised an eyebrow. So Emma Swan had even Aria intrigued. She wondered what made the woman so special. “Any idea where she likes to hang out?”

“She likes dancing,” was all Aria said in reply, which wasn’t particularly helpful considering that Afterlife had a dozen dance floors or more. Aria saw the impatient look on Regina’s face. “Even if I told you exactly which dance floor she prefers, it wouldn’t help you. She could be dancing right next to you and you wouldn’t see her if she didn’t want you to.”

Regina grunted. She hated missions like these. “How—“

“She knows you’re coming for her, I assume,” Aria continued. “Go to the main dance floor and enjoy yourself, Commander. Let her come to you.”

Regina knew a dismissal when she heard so she got to her feet and left Aria’s little haven. “Enjoy myself,” she grumbled under her breath, but Liara heard it through the comm.

“It would be good for you to let loose for once,” the Asari commented mildly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re wound tighter than a Tycolian Adder poised to attack, Commander,” Liara explained, eyes sincere. “Since it seems you have to anyway, why not relax and enjoy yourself?”

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The main dance floor was packed, just like all the other dance floors, and the music here was louder than anywhere else in the club. Regina could feel it in every cell of her body, could sense the vibration inside. It was oddly freeing, and she wondered if that was the allure, the reason why Emma Swan apparently came here every night.

Soon, even these minor thoughts vanished as the beat took over and her body began to move with it. Her eyes closed of their own volition as she let the music take over. Liara watched from the edge of the dance floor and smiled at her uptight commander moving sensuously to the music, trying hard not to let it affect her. They had dabbled in a little romance before Regina’s death and subsequent resurrection, but had soon realized that they made much better friends than lovers. That didn’t mean, however, that Liara didn’t feel a little hot under her collar watching her friend writhing to the music.

Despite that, she continued to watch over her, as was her duty. Then, all of a sudden, there was a shimmer next to the commander, a blur that soon revealed itself as the form of a blonde, beautiful woman. Liara couldn’t take her eyes off the two women for the longest moment, but then she began to feel slightly uncomfortable at what she was seeing. Not that this kind of thing wasn’t happening all around her as well — this was Afterlife, after all — but the other people weren’t someone she was intimately familiar with. She turned her back to the sight and scanned the crowd for Zaeed and Miranda.

When she turned back around, Regina and their target were gone.

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Regina was actually beginning to enjoy herself when she felt the very air around her change. She opened her eyes to see and came face to face with the most beautiful woman she had ever met. Long blonde hair framed a perfect face, but it was the eyes that really drew her in as they seemed to change color with the changes in the lighting around them. The picture in her dossier really didn't do this woman justice.

Regina swallowed, her throat suddenly incredibly dry. “Emma Swan?” she asked, leaning in close so she could be heard.

The vision before her nodded, then leaned in even closer. “Regina Mills, I presume,” she stated directly into Regina’s ear, her breath caressing her earlobe. And was that a tongue? Regina shivered. “Let’s dance.”

“We need to talk,” Regina tried.

Emma Swan just shook her head and gave her a wild grin. Then she started dancing.

Regina swore the temperature inside the club increased exponentially with the way Emma Swan was moving to the music. Her whole body was part of it as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the beat. Regina couldn’t do anything but move with her. As she closed her eyes, letting loose, letting herself go, she could feel Emma moving in front of her, next to her, behind her, all around her.

She could feel Emma against her back, grinding against her, into her from behind. She could feel the woman’s hard nipples pressing into her upper back even through their clothes. A long arm snaked around her body, and a hand suddenly ran along her torso, touching everywhere, enticing, beguiling, but somehow never quite enough. Regina moaned low in her throat, glad that nobody could hear, wondering what kind of spell Emma was weaving over her. Was she fully human? What kind of power was that?

She must have tensed in Emma’s arms because the next thing she knew the other woman pressed herself even closer into her and nuzzled into her neck. “Relax.” Regina could feel the low command more than she could hear it, and her body was helpless to do anything but follow it. “That’s right,” the voice continued. “Just enjoy yourself.”

Both of Emma’s hands were now running over her body, tracing patterns in time with the music. Other bodies kept jostling into them on the crowded dance floor but neither of them cared. Regina reached behind her with one hand just to touch, to feel connected to reality, and ended up pulling Emma impossibly closer by her hip. Her other hand reached up to tangle in blonde curls. She turned her head to the side in a silent expression of need and their lips met in a wild, hot kiss that seared the last of Regina’s functioning brain cells.

They kissed relentlessly, furiously, wetly, trading nips and sucks with almost playful back and forths until Regina couldn’t take the awkward angle anymore and turned in Emma’s arms to get even closer. Their kiss never stopped while Regina turned, but as soon as they were facing each other, they parted for a breath and then just stared into the other’s eyes. “I don’t ever do this kind of thing,” Regina heard herself say. “I usually have more control.”

To her surprise Emma smiled and Regina could have sworn the color in her cheeks intensified. “I don’t either,” Emma admitted, speaking directly into Regina’s mouth. “I know you don’t believe me,” she continued when she saw the skeptical look on Regina’s face. “But I’ve watched you since you came in here tonight. I knew you were coming for me … I just didn’t know you’d be so damn beautiful. I couldn’t help myself.”

Regina’s hand unconsciously went to the scars on her face. “You’re the one who’s beautiful,” she whispered, but Emma heard her anyway. “I’m just a banged-up old soldier.”

Emma kissed her softly and ran her tongue over the scar on Regina’s lip. “You’ve lived,” she said when they parted once more. “You've died. You’ve fought for your life and that of everyone in the galaxy. Believe me, that is beautiful to me.”

Then she closed the minute distance between them again and words ceased to exist in the space surrounding them. These kisses were different, slower, gentle, almost tender even. Exploring rather than plundering, giving rather than taking, and the coil of tension in Regina’s lower belly tightened to an almost uncomfortable degree. She needed to touch and be touched in return, and sooner rather than later, or she might just spontaneously combust right here on the dance floor. She doubted Aria would appreciate that.

“I want you,” Emma breathed into her ear, nipping the ear lobe, running her tongue along the sensitive skin before moving lower, to the neck, inadvertently discovering the spot that drove Regina even wilder. “I need to feel you,” Emma continued, and Regina could feel her words vibrate from Emma’s chest to hers. “I need you. I’ve waited so long for you.”

Regina had no idea what Emma meant by those words, but she felt them just the same. “Yes,” she moaned. “Let’s get out of here, somewhere a little more private.” She tried to disentangle herself from Emma but the other woman wouldn’t let go. “We can’t walk like this,” Regina chuckled with a slight groan, leaning into Emma’s touch. If they didn’t move to the Normandy soon, she’d take Emma right here, no matter the consequences. Knowing Aria, she’d probably only charge her patrons extra for the show.

“Walking takes too long,” Emma rasped against Regina’s clavicle. “I can get us there faster.”

Regina threw her head back to give Emma better access and pressed her head closer with both hands wrapped in silky blonde hair. “How?”

“Have your pilot lower the shields,” Emma replied, not letting up, nipping and sucking, leaving tiny marks on Regina’s body.

Regina stopped all movements. “What?”

Emma sighed. “I can take us to the Normandy,” she explained softly, looking straight into Regina’s eyes, trying to convey that she wasn’t planning anything sinister. “But not when the shields are up.”

Regina hesitated. She was so incredibly turned on that she would do almost anything to get off at this point, but risking her ship? And with it her crew? That could be taking it a little too far.

“Trust me,” Emma pleaded. “Because I really want you and I don’t know how long I can maintain control of myself and my powers if we don’t go right fucking now.”

Regina studied Emma’s face and eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of calm. She had no idea why, but she knew this was meant to happen. This were meant to be. She activated her comm link to the ship. “Joker, lower the shields.”

“You sure, Commander?” her pilot asked.

“I’m sure,” she replied, looking into Emma’s eyes.

“How long?” Joker’s disembodied voice asked.

“Fifteen seconds,” Regina replied after reading the time from Emma’s lips.

“Shields are down.”

“Think of your quarters.” Emma wrapped herself around Regina and suddenly everything around them began to shimmer in a bright light. Regina closed her eyes against it and focused on the feel of Emma in her arms and her quarters on the Normandy. Just as quickly as it had started, it was over, and when Regina opened her eyes, she found herself standing next to her bed in her quarters, Emma in her arms.

“You can teleport,” Regina stated, slightly shocked. “I didn’t know people could do that.”

Emma shrugged, a small blush covering her cheeks. “I can if I want it badly enough.”

“And you did want it badly enough, it seems.” Regina smiled and cupped Emma’s face before leaning in for a soft kiss that quickly ignited into something much more intense.

“You have no idea,” Emma panted as they parted for breath.

“We really have a lot to talk about.” Regina had no idea where that came from and from the incredulous look on Emma’s face, neither did she.

“We will talk,” Emma replied with a smile. “Once we’re not both turned on almost to the point of no return, Commander.”

With that, she pushed Regina onto the bed and crawled after her, dropping kisses everywhere she could reach.

Talking would just have to wait.

[madkingjdoolz-blog]

30 Day AU Challenge- "Parody" of Another Fandom

I know this is late but I've been away and there was no signal at that place. So I didn't really know what I was doing with this one but as soon as I saw "another fandom" this idea came into my head so that's what I'm going with even though it's not really a parody. So enjoy this scomiche/OUAT crossover where Mitch is Regina and Scott is robin (set just after s3) ~~~~ "Mitch, wait!" Scott cried, chasing after Mitch as the latter strode away from the diner. "Scott, go back. You should be with Marian, and Roland." Mitch said, not even turning around. "But I need to talk to you!" "There's nothing we need to talk about," Mitch finally stopped walking and turned to Scott, "You said yourself that you would do anything to have Marian back, and now you do." "Mitch, please don't blame Emma for this." Mitch's face softened dramatically, "Who said I blamed her?" "I heard you talking to her. Telling her that she doesn't think of consequences," Scott said, looking Mitch in the eye now that they were facing each other, "Please, Mitch, don't give into your dark side." "Scott, you've seen my heart! It's dark, literally, and I can't go back from that." "But you can try. I know you can, for your boy." Mitch sighed, "I'm the Evil Q-" "You don't have to be evil, Mitch," Scott said, stepping forwards and raising a hand to Mitch's cheek, "You can just be Queen, like you said you always wanted to be. No evil" Mitch smiled at Scott's words, lifting his hand until it met Scott's and gripping it tightly. "You should be with your family." He said. "I'm not choosing anyone, Mitch, not tonight. I just want to make sure that Marian's safe, and that Roland will be alright-" "It's alright. Take all the time you need."

[writebethany]

30 Day AU Challenge: Day 3 Medieval

Regina walked down the hall, armor clanking gently. Sweat poured down her back. She hated summer. Wearing a metal can wasn’t exactly cool, even with the few subtle enchantments she’d put on her armor to keep her as cool as possible.

She slipped into the council chamber, tapping the guard on the shoulder that she was to relieve. He shot her a grateful smile and scurried out of the room. Regina tried not to roll her eyes. Half the guards here weren’t worth anything. They could barely defend themselves let alone anyone else and forget about acting in a decorous manner even while on shift. Her mother had been right about the White kingdom taking in strays, but that also meant they’d taken her in when she needed it. So she supposed she couldn’t complain.

Too much.

Regina surveyed the room carefully. Old noblemen surrounded the King and Queen, blathering on about this and that. She’d heard it all before years ago. None of them were a physical threat to the King and Queen so she relaxed just slightly. She set her face in her typical indifferent mask and scanned the room every few minutes while her mind wandered elsewhere.

Two hours later even Regina’s limit of boredom was being tested. Usually there was some random happening in the kingdom that drew her interest, but this meeting was all talk of the princess and suitors and who was best for her to marry. They needed someone who was noble and could defend the kingdom, but perhaps a prince from another kingdom was too much. They needed to concentrate on their own kingdom, not have interests split between two. Regina rolled her eyes. Of course they needed to concentrate on their own kingdom. Snow White had practically driven the kingdom into the ground financially with her overly compassionate ways.

That idiot princess wasn’t going to be able to fix it either. Regina felt her face shift into a scowl. Stupid girl always made her job that much harder, running off or insisting that she had to go out at a moment’s notice to ride around the countryside. Didn’t the idiot know that there were people that would gladly kill her so they could take her parent’s throne more easily? Of course not, that would take brain power.

So Regina tuned out yet again and tried to find something else to occupy her mind. Hopefully the meeting would end soon so she could at least walk around with the King and Queen while they attended to their business for the day. At least that would give her feet a slight break. Metal shoes were not exactly the height of comfort. There were some things about her old life that she missed, and comfortable shoes were definitely one of them.

The meeting ended an hour later and the King and Queen swept out of the room. Regina followed at a respectful pace behind them, thanking the gods for the change in pace.

  The captain of the guard came up to her a few days later. Regina cocked an eyebrow and waited for the man, just a step up from a wolf, to gather his wits to speak. Everyone in this guard was slow, she was sure of it.

“Regina, the King and Queen are assigning more guards to the Princess on a permanent basis since suitors will be arriving soon.”

Regina hoped and prayed he wasn’t saying what she thought he was. There was no way she could guard the princess every single day and not kill her. She was much too foolish not to drawl Regina’s ire. She knew what being a princess took and the girl did not have it in her. She liked her job now, filling in in the blank spaces in the guard. She changed places frequently, if not every day. It kept her sharp and kept her from biting people’s heads off. All she had to do was think that she wouldn’t be there the next day and she could manage to hold her tongue. A permanent assignment was the opposite of that.

“You’re one of my best, so I’m assigning you to one of the new spots.”

Regina could scream. Of course. She had a slew of expletives ready.

“It would be my honor,” was what came out instead.

Graham nodded. “Good. Your shift starts tomorrow at dawn and ends at sunset.”

“I’ll be there.” Regina turned on her heel and fled towards her bunk. No, she couldn’t be stuck on night shift. Of course she had to be on the shift where the pretty little princess was going to want to go on one of her little adventures every other day. When she finally entered her small room she threw a fireball at the stone wall.

As it fizzled out on the stone she felt slightly better. Slightly. She sighed heavily and started to remove her armor. She threw her sword on her bed for later. Cleaning her sword, the blade she’d named Noir long ago, cleared her mind and relaxed her. With the last of her armor kicked off she stood and took a few deep breaths, feeling cool for the first time all day. She desperately needed a bath, but she’d attend to that later. She sat on bed and unsheathed her sword and grabbed her cleaning cloth.

The blade already shone from the attention she gave it. It was the only thing that was truly hers in this life, the only thing that had come with her from her old life. The black blade acted like a mirror it was so polished, but still Regina started polishing it again. She’d have to sharpen it again soon, the edge felt slightly dull from the practice fields, but that could still wait a few days. Leave it for a day when the princess inevitably pissed her off beyond all reason. She’d need a consuming task so she didn’t kill something.

Regina sheathed her sword again when she was done. Her mind felt clearer, at least marginally so. She’d survived much worse than guarding a thoughtless, stubborn princess. She could survive this for however long was necessary. She had survived her mother for eighteen years with her only solace being sword and riding lessons. This would be a walk in the park comparatively. It would all be over after the princess found a good match and married. Then she could ask to be switched back into the rotating order and no one would deem her unworthy. And knowing how quickly royal match making went, she’d be free again before month’s end.

The thought comforted Regina enough for her to slip into a restful sleep.

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