#Alex the Charming Veterinarian

[sophie1973]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you so much to my beloved @stellarm and @onthewaytosomewhere for the tags

Since I posted a big chapter for Bloodstream yesterday (here) I took a break for 24 hrs and focused on my other (small town/lake house) WIP

Story : Henry is a hotelier in London, but his life has become unbearable, so he flees to Texas, where he inherited a house from his aunt (yes I gave Arthur Fox a sister).

I promise I'm working on a better summary. Also, this is a first draft.

The view of the lake is stunning.

Henry puts his messenger bag on the kitchen counter, taking in the inside of the house. There is a spacious cottage-style kitchen with all the modern appliances. A couple of steps lead to a cozy living room with a stonewall fireplace and comfortable couches. There’s a gigantic bookshelf filled to the brim with books, and he smiles for the first time in weeks.

He knows his aunt Marjorie shared the same taste in books as he does, so it’s good to know he’s covered for a while, mainly since most of his own, aside from a few favorites, remained in England. 

And he’s not going back for a long, long while.

He needed to get his suitcase out of the rental car, but his priority was to get David out after the one-hour-and-a-half drive from Austin so he could do his business—directly on the car's tire, no less- and get into the house.

This house left to him by his aunt, who probably saved his life by doing so.

He can still hear Pez’s voice in his head (“Just go, Hazza. Fuck that Wicked Witch of the West. I’ll miss you, but I prefer you alive.) and Bea softly smiling at him because she knows. She understands.

That same smile looks at him from the picture on the kitchen counter, a teenage Bea with her arm around him, always the protective big sister. He stares at his own face, a young boy with a big smile, and wonders how it all went so wrong.

Next to that picture is another one of Marjorie and Arthur. They are in their mid-twenties, looking young and beautiful. She never followed in her brother’s footsteps, choosing a quiet life away from the media, but unlike him, she had the chance to grow old and live a fulfilling life. 

His father remains eternally young, his face and smile frozen in time in family pictures and film pellicles.

A sudden wave of grief grips Henry’s chest, making him stumble, and he sits down on the steps, trying to catch his breath. He hasn’t had one in a while, probably because he was too busy packing his stuff and leaving everything behind.

His job, which he loves, but he can’t bear the toxic environment created by his grandmother anymore.

His family, even though he will only truly miss Bea. They have promised each other to keep in touch several times a week despite the time difference, and she will come to see him soon.

London, where he lived all his life. 

So here he is, 5000 miles from home in Small Town, Texas (otherwise known as Horseshoe Bay), where he doesn’t know anyone and has no idea what the Bloody Hell he will do with his life. 

It is terrifying. Part of him knows he should find it exhilarating, but he is having trouble connecting with his optimistic self right now. 

He doesn’t even know where to start.

Henry feels a wet nudge at his arm. He looks down, sees David looking at him with his big puppy eyes, and laughs through tears he hadn’t realized were falling. The beagle puts its paw on his arm and tries to lick his face, and he pulls the dog against him, pressing a kiss and nuzzling his nose in its soft fur.

“We’ll be alright, my darling. We’ll be alright.”.

No pressure tag, and sorry if you already did it and I missed it : @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @piratefalls@anincompletelist@itsmaybitheway @tintagel-or-cockleshells@orchidscript@happiness-of-the-pursuit@pridepages

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Call Of Duty Modern Warfare Catverse

So, I've been sitting on this thought for a while. There's something about hardened military people with cats that just tickles me, and imagining the COD men and women having jobs that center around taking care of cats in one way or another has taken over my mind completely. And as such, why not have them own and work in cat cafes, rescues, pet hotels, the whole shebang? And yes, you'll notice that Kate, Valeria, Farah, and Alex are missing because I haven't narrowed down exactly what I think they'd be doing in this universe, so if you have any ideas don't be afraid to let me know! Same goes for names for their businesses, as I haven't been able to think of anything that fits. I'll probably expand more on this at a later date, but in the mean time, if you have questions, ask them! I'd love to ramble about this little idea of mine.

Jonathan Price: Owner of the first of the big three cat cafes in London, John’s cafe has become his second home, a place where he takes care of any cats that are found injured or are older than most. John provides the less fortunate felines a place to relax and become acclimated to humans, heavy war-torn hands developing a gentle touch for the felines. He retired from his position as Captain years ago, the stress of his military career and countless near-death experiences feeding into unhealthy coping habits that were heavily affecting him physically and mentally. Now, he feels at peace with himself and is happy with where he is at life, no longer wondering if he’d live to see tomorrow. His cafe has adoptable and non-adoptable cats, so they will often host special promotions for their adoptable cats, though he had to ban Nikolai from coming to those events. They already have 10 cats at home, they don’t need any more, but John always finds it funny seeing his husband disguise himself to sneak in to the events. Nikolai stands out like a sore thumb every time, and John always unmasks him, planting a kiss on his lips before sending his husband on his way.

Nikolai: Husband to Price and rescuer, Nikolai stops by at least once a week with new rescues to be integrated into the cafe, sometimes stopping by just to see his husband and his team. Often wandering the streets of London and even traveling to other cities when needed, Nikolai seems to draw the attention of cats wherever he goes, which thankfully makes his job of rescuing much easier. With John’s help, he turned the basement into a recovery space for cats that couldn’t immediately be taken to the cafe, having learned some basic veterinary work for cats with basic injuries and ailments, though he’s still a frequent visitor to the local veterinarian office. He was the one that managed to convince John to retire in the first place, as he couldn’t stand seeing his boyfriend at the time kill himself slowly, and actually proposed the idea of starting the cat cafe after they had gotten married. He is also the reason behind why they now have 10 cats, and whenever he finds out John is having another adoption event, he tries to sneak in. It always fails, but it brings a smile to John’s face every time.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick: The solo barista and self-appointed DJ, Kyle was the first to join John’s cafe only a month after it had opened, falling into his role the quickest out of all the employees. Charismatic, sassy, charming, and stubborn as a mule at times, he picked up on the recipes and techniques for making coffees and teas like it was second nature. Kyle gets people in and out of line at a record pace, and has the best recommendations for drink and pastry combinations for newcomers. Kyle was medically discharged from his role as Sergeant after an accident in a church during an operation, where a helicopter shot the floor apart from under his feet, sending him tumbling several feet too many to the ground before a chunk of what remained fell on top of him. Three of his lumbar vertebrae were fractured, his left sciatic nerve was damaged, and his right femur was broken. It took months of physical therapy before Kyle was able to walk without assistance, and even now, he still deals with intermittent back and leg pain. There’s a chair behind the coffee bar for him to sit on and John keeps his spare back brace in his office, along with plenty of pain meds and heat pads. Kyle’s found comfort and brotherhood with his boss and fellow employees, and when he’s not busy making drinks, he can be found chatting with Soap or cuddling many of the cats.

Simon “Ghost” Riley: Quiet and reserved, Simon is the lead baker and pastry chef for the cafe, having joined the team around two months after Kyle did. Often clad in all black clothing and sporting a black mask that covers his face from nose to chin, Simon prefers to stay in the cafe kitchen, working quietly on new pastries and making sure the display case is always fully stocked until the end of the day. Cakes, cookies, croissants, donuts, tarts, macarons, eclairs, cinnamon rolls; you name it, Simon can bake it, and he finds it very therapeutic too. Simon was also medically discharged from his role as Lieutenant after an incident involving a man named Manuel Roba, having been tortured physically and mentally before he was tossed into a coffin and buried alive, and while he managed to get revenge on Manuel, it left him more broken than he wanted to admit. After many tough sessions with a therapist, Simon knew he needed to start trying to do something other than rot in his apartment alone, so he took up baking as a hobby. Baking taught Simon that he was capable of more than destruction, that he could make beautiful things despite the dirt and blood that stained his hands. And when he landed his job under John’s watchful eye, Simon was able to put the pieces of himself back together with the help of his newfound brothers and some loving felines.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish: Loud, boisterous, confident, chatterbox, all words used to describe one of the later additions to the cafe Johnny, who joined the team seven months after the cafe opened, is in charge of taking care of the cats directly. Whether it be organizing a feeding schedule, clipping their nails, giving them baths, brushing their teeth, or grooming their fur, Johnny is always busy. He’s also the only employee that’s allowed to use John’s credit card, seeing as he often has to go out shopping for food and treats and toys and whatnot. On top of all that, Johnny has also taken over as the cafe’s handyman, quickly fixing any problems that may arise; whether it be behind the coffee bar, in the kitchen, in John’s office, he can fix almost anything on his own or with an extra pair of hands. Johnny chose to leave his Sergeant role after taking a near-fatal shot to the side of his left temple, though some profound hearing loss from all the explosions he created certainly didn’t do him any better during his recovery process. It took Johnny a while to get used to his new hearing aids, and for a while, he detested wearing them because they reminded him of what he lost. Only after getting hired at the cat cafe did Johnny start to become more comfortable with his hearing aids, letting his newfound brethren decorate them to better fit his outgoing personality, and fitting himself effortlessly into their dynamic without disrupting it too much.

Gary “Roach” Sanderson: The youngest and newest addition to the cafe, Gary is the resident nightguard and secondary handyman to Johnny, having joined about a year after the cafe had opened. Gary is the quietest of all the employees, often only communicating through BSL or writing on a notepad that he keeps in his back pocket, but he’s the most expressive of all the employees despite that. He wears a tan face gaiter that covers him from nose to chin, and can sometimes be seen with two homemade antennae secured to his hair with small clips, which the cats love to play with. More often than not, Gary is only seen at night when he comes in to watch the cafe, but if Johnny ever needs a spare set of hands, he’ll come in to help when Nikolai isn’t available, albeit rather sleepily. Gary also chose to leave his Sergeant role after being betrayed by his general, getting shot in the chest and nearly burning alive before someone in his squad managed to save him. He was left with many burn scars and damage to his vocal chords after so much smoke inhalation, making his voice gravelly and painful to use for long periods of time, so hearing him speak is considered a privilege, along with a sign of trust among his fellow brothers in arms. After so long of feeling undervalued, underappreciated, and unconfident, Gary has found a place that sees his importance and makes sure he knows it.

Alejandro Vargas: Co-owner of the second of the three big cat cafes in London, Alejandro’s cafe takes in cats that are rescued from abusive or neglectful homes, spending countless hours of his time gaining their trust in order to get them comfortable around other cats and humans. He also took the time to put higher perches and hiding spots into his cafe for the cats during their adjustment periods, so he always lets patrons know that some cats are more skittish than others and to let those cats come down on their own accord. Alejandro is not afraid to confront patrons who disregard the rules that are set in place and has banned several people from coming back, though it isn’t something he particularly enjoys doing. Alejandro is still Colonel of Los Vaqueros, and now that they’ve finally started cracking down on the Las Almas Cartel and getting closer to putting El Sin Nombre behind bars, he’s allowed himself to take a step back and explore what else he wanted to do with his life. Still, every few months, Alejandro will fly out to Mexico to be back on the field with his team and even offers them jobs at his cafe for when they finally clean up the streets of Las Almas. When he’s not busy with the cafe or working in Mexico, Alejandro often visits the other cafes with his boyfriend, Rodolfo, who gives Alejandro a reason to stay safe while he’s away.

Rodolfo Parra: Co-owner of the cafe alongside Alejandro, Rodolfo, or Rudy as he’s better known as, is an everywhere all at once presence in the cafe, often floating between areas to help wherever it’s needed. Whether it be behind the coffee bar, in the kitchen, at the register, with the cats, or in the office with Alejandro, you’ll rarely not see him working. He also seems to be a cat whisperer, at least that’s what the patrons believe, as he’s the only person certain cats feel comfortable enough with to come down from their perches. Rudy’s clothes are also constantly covered in cat fur since there’s always a cat following him around, and they even enjoy climbing onto his shoulders like he’s their own personal chauffeur. Like Alejandro, Rudy is still Sergeant Major of Los Vaqueros, he’s just on a more extended leave per Alejandro’s request, or rather demand. After a building fire nearly took his life while they were searching for Hassan, Alejandro basically made Rudy take a break from work and join him as his cafe, and Rudy honestly found it both adorable and annoying how much Alejandro fussed over him. He’s finally being allowed to join Alejandro and Los Vaqueros in their pursuit of El Sin Nombre, and as annoyed as he gets with being under Alejandro’s watchful eyes, he wouldn’t change a thing. Reminds Rudy that he has someone who cares right next to him.

Phillip Graves: Owner of the last of the big three cat cafes in London, Graves and his cafe takes in exclusively black cats, giving the most misunderstood felines a second chance to find a home. A cat person at heart, he started his business in remembrance of his childhood pet, Speck. Speck was a grey ocicat that had garnered the nickname ‘Shadow’ thanks to how it would follow Graves around like his shadow. Graves created his business a few months after leaving the MARSOC Raiders, unable to stomach seeing so many men lose their lives while the Generals and Commandants sat pretty in their offices. He hires fellow ex-military men and women, and after a week of working for him, they become one of his ‘Shadows’. He cares very deeply for his employees, pays them handsomely, makes himself a part of their support system, and often hosts parties or celebrations at his home for holidays and birthdays. Graves will and has dropped whatever he’s doing in order to be there for his employees when they need it. When Graves isn’t busy working, he can often be found at the other cat cafes, simply acting as an annoyance in the corner booths he likes to inhabit. He’s a bit of a pain in the ass, but with his suave charm and southern accent, it’s impossible to stay mad at him for very long. Especially not when he breaks out his cat eyes or magically pulls the cutest cat from his cafe out from his jacket as a bribery tool.

Vladimir Makarov: Located near the heart of London is an upscale yet affordable pet hotel, owned by the passionate Makarov, that takes in a high amount of cats compared to any other pet, so much so that it’s now considered a cat hotel instead of a pet hotel. Makarov wants to give any pet that comes in through the doors a relaxing and lavish experience while staying, so he makes sure the rooms are furnished to a tee, the food is of the highest quality, everything is clean, and there’s always someone around to play with the cats so they don’t get too antsy. He also has a bit of a love-hate relationship with John and Nikolai, as while they’re some of his best and well-paying customers, their 10 cats can be such a headache at times. Sure, they can be the sweetest angels when they want to, but there’s something about being at Makarov’s hotel that turns them into the biggest menaces he’s ever seen. And they can act so spoiled, so Makarov has required the two men to bring food and toys from home so their cats will behave more often. Makarov’s business was initially met with some hesitancy, as he could come off as cold and unattached from an outside glance, and he had no issues with taking cats or other pets from owners that were clearly neglectful despite their protests. He has a close relationship with the other cat cafes because of this, and while he wouldn’t consider them friends just yet, Makarov finds himself appreciating his collection of acquaintances and how closely their businesses support each other.

[duckprintspress]

Happy last Thursday of July! We’re celebrating with three new short story releases!

Title: Entanglement Series: Sunrise Over the Black Forest Author: Lyn Weaver

m/m, established relationship of convenience, mutual pining, aren’t roadtrip invitations always platonic clearly there’s no feels here

Two years into their not-relationship, Sevan disappears for a week, only to appear at Kel’s church with a simple invitation: for Kel to accompany Sevan on a two-week trip to the edge of the Black Forest to observe the forest expanding its borders.

How does a cursed forest become larger?

When the trees get up and relocate, of course…

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Title: Little Witch’s Apothecary Series: May of the Mountain Author: J. D. Harlock

studio ghibli meets fandom vibes, modern with magic, love potion shenanigans

Desperate for money to pay off her debts, May opens a small apothecary stand in Jdiedet. It’d be far more enjoyable work if the clientele didn’t constantly break into her manga reading time…but she supposes she’ll cook up a love potion for the local librarian. If she has to. If only to ensure the library continues getting new volumes for her to read.

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Title: Awkward and Oblivious Author: R. L. Houck

f/f, modern, fluffy, bonding over a sick pet

When the trucker Alex finds a sick puppy abandoned by the side of the road, she races to get the poor dog to a veterinarian that can help. Several appointments later, the now-adopted Mako is on the mend and Alex has a favorite vet office.

Now, if only Alex could figure out how to get the oblivious Dr. Anna to respond to her awkward attempts to ask her on a date…

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Get these charming stories, and many more, by visiting the Duck Prints Press store now!

[firstprince-ao3feed]

Home for thee Holidays

by IdoGeek Shy teacher Henry Fox rescues an injured stray dog just days before Christmas. While searching for the dog’s owner, they meet the charming veterinarian Alex Claremont-Diaz who offers to help nurse the dog back to health. Between shared puppy snuggles and late-night talks, they find themselves falling for each other. Words: 6478, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Christmas Magic Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Veterinary Clinic, Alex Claremont-Diaz is a Vet, Henry Fox is a Teacher, Fluff, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Strangers to Lovers, Matchmaker David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), Falling In Love, Mentioned Arthur Fox, Arthur Fox Lives, Mentioned Catherine Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor - Freeform via https://ift.tt/6mqTdDt

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Alexandra Casoy is based on Alex from Totally Spies. She is a 26 year old human, vet technician, and uses she/her pronouns. She has no powers. Alex is portrayed by Eva Noblezada and she is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

There are people in the world who operate at a sprint when it came to life and Alexandra Casoy was easily one of those people. Athletics were interwoven in her DNA and the moment she could stand, she was running - whether it was around a track, after a soccer ball or through crowds at the mall to whatever plushy was on sale, the young girl was always on the move and she was talented. Thankfully, too. She might have been elite on any field but when it came to street smarts, critical thinking, and common sense? Alex wasn’t the one you’d lean on for any of those ( unless it was in video games ). The Olympics were constantly brought up in her house, which sport it was didn’t really matter. At the end of the day, all they had to accept was that she was destined to be an Olympian. The W.H.O.O.P agency had other ideas.

Alex was chosen to join two other young teens at the agency, rounding out the trio and doing so with an absent smile. Did she completely know what was going on? Not entirely but she got the basics and that was all she needed. As long as she had Clover, Sam, gadgets shaped like lipstick and her pet pig, Oinky, nothing bad could happen. And then something happened she didn’t see coming, though to be fair Alex had fallen for more obvious traps in the past, but Evermore was one they couldn’t get out of. None of their tricks worked against walls they couldn’t see and she felt like a kid who’d somehow lost their parents at a theme park. But she wasn’t alone. Though her mission days were on hold, Alex quickly found a spot to lean into her other passion - animals! Between being a spy and being a young adult, she spent her time taking veterinarian classes and it seemed like that work was finally going to come in handy.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Ed Kazah: Finally someone else who thought about things the way she did....read: not a lot. There was something to be said about living in your naiveté and not taking things as seriously as everyone else

❀ Francesca Framagucci: Animals have always been a huge part of Alex’s life especially her pet pig and finding someone who loved the least loved animals just as much as she did was an immediate green flag

❀ Christopher 'Kit' Charming: Alex can’t deny that Kit Charming is exactly that - charming and boy, oh boy, does she fall for it every time. He’s cute, he’s strong, he’s a little intimidating but in a hot way. She can’t help but trip up a little around him

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[4lexnilsen]

“oh?   wait,  did i just impress you?   by almost getting beat up to a pulp?   well,  the bar isn’t set very high these days,  is it?”   feeling more like himself now that there’s no black dots clouding his vision and the world’s finally stopped spinning like a carousel,  alex can easily rekindle his inner spark and bring back the fun side of his personality.   teasing virtual strangers can either go really well or horribly wrong,  but he takes his chance with this girl anyway.   it’s these big,  doe-like eyes,  he thinks to himself,  there’s something charming and inviting about them.   all jokes aside,  it does boost his confidence,  knowing he’s managed to impress her with his chivalrous attitude even if he didn’t necessarily win the fight.   cheeks flushed when she goes a step farther and lectures the poor,  nerdy kid about manners,  a sheepish smile dancing on his lips at the quiet thank you’s that he receives.   he’s anything but used to people making a big deal out of whatever it is that he does,  fussing over him,  and so he lowers his head and waves his hand in a dismissive manner.   “come on,  it’s really no big deal.”   it’s what any decent person should do in this situation.

“a surgeon?   really?   now that’s truly impressive.   i’m sorry you never got to meet him,  though.”   eyes crinkling at the corners as a warm,  sympathetic smile tugs at the corners of his lips,  alex finds himself completely immersed in the story about her grandfather.   it’s fascinating to see how the choices one’s ancestors had made affect the younger generations.   curious hues studying her expression,  taking her in,  and coming to the conclusion that she does look like someone who’s got it all figured out and could be a wonderful veterinarian in the future.   or a doctor.   “is that what you’re here for?   i mean,  are you majoring in biology or zoology or something like that?”   he asks,  stifling a chuckle when she compares him to fur patients.   “maybe it’s your sign to consider becoming a furless creatures’ doctor instead?   at the end of the day,  it all comes down to one question;   would you rather deal with a screaming husky or a brave,  well-behaved patient like myself?”   this time,  he does laugh,  thinking about all these silly videos of screaming huskies that his friend sends him on a daily basis,  and feeling bad for vets who have to treat these dramatic things.

“no,  go on.   you can’t just not tell me.   is it that bad?   phantom of the opera kind of bad?”   he can tell it’s not good by the throbbing sensation alone,  the side of his jaw pulsing,  heat radiating off his cheek.   the bloody tissues that they’ve already disposed of.   well,  at least his teeth are still in his mouth.   “thanks for covering for me.   we’ll stick to the classic oh,  you should see the other guy then.”   an airy laugh escapes him,  he appreciates her efforts to save his pride.   the smile that she graces him with is so sweet that he suddenly feels that almost childish need to do something silly once more just to see it again.   “helena.”   now that’s one beautiful name.   “thanks for saving my life,  helena.”   he takes her small hand into his large one,  his fingers gentle and careful not to squeeze too hard as he shakes it.   “i’m alex.   well,  it says alexander on my birth certificate but no one ever calls me that.”   he doesn’t remember if his mom ever referred to him by his full name,  but if so,  she was the last and only person.   “barney?   do i look like a barney to you?   now that’s a real insult.   better than larry,  but still…”   brows inching closer together in confusion as he picks up his pace,  he doesn’t immediately get the reference,  not realizing how the purple hoodie wrapped around his waist and height could easily make him barney the dinosaur’s twin brother.

❝ oh, alright, ❞ that certainly did change things around, it lifted the brunette up in a pleasant surprise. she was always impressed by a protector, it took a lot of courage to stand up to the antagonist. and it took a good heart to fight against the antagonist, rather than be the antagonist. so count her as wrong, for jumping to conclusions. ❝ well, whether your boxing skills were on par today or not... that was very brave. i'm proud of you. not many people would stand up for a stranger. ❞ she assumes he doesn't know that kid, anyway. ❝ and you sir, should be thanking him for looking out for you. ❞ helena is sure to kindly point out loudly enough for him to hear in the building that had silenced back down once the bully was pushed out of the library, lecturing like an outspoken mother. or a noble father who wouldn't let kind acts from others get by either. ( both. both selina kyle & bruce wayne's best traits pouring through her personality. ) a pleased smile graces helena's features when the timid kid lifts his head and agrees, the boy next to her does deserve a gracious thank you which he gives even if it's mumbled and sheepish. 

❝ thanks, i take honor of that title. my late grandfather– he was surgeon. i never met him, but my dad always told me while growing up he was a wonderful doctor. personally, i'm more skilled at doctoring things with fur... but it's barely any different with things without fur i've learned this evening. ❞ she gently laughs, meaning tending to him.

❝ ummm...❞ voice faltered, grimacing; how to put it politely?  poor boy.  ❝ no, no–– it... just looks like... nevermind. it doesn't matter, ❞ helena decides, shaking her head,  ❝ because i'll tell everyone you won if they ask. ❞ she amusingly smiles to solve it EASIER, especially at his party city comment. it didn't even take him walking like an astronaut to cause her to. ❝ helena. ❞ small hand sticks out with nails painted deep purple, offers to shake his. ❝ congratulations, i did too. that makes us both olympic athletes. ❞ she jests, leading the way outside. luckily, the red letters saying 'walgreens' was conveniently right across the street. ❝ come on, barney. pick up the pace. ❞

[angry-slytherin]

Heaven Help Me(Ch 1)

[prompt credits to @imfullofideas thank you!

Prompt: AU. Izzie never got cancer and she and Alex are happily married. Well sort of. Alex is just going through the motions while trying to keep his wife happy. His life is turned upside down when he meets Jo Wilson and realizes she's what he's been missing all along ]

Some background: For story purposes, Jo is/was only 2 years behind Alex and Izzie in residency. Alex and Izzie are second-year attendings and Jo is a fellow. Alex and Izzie got married in their third/fourth(?) year of residency, like in the show. Also, Alex will not cheat on Izzie with Jo, because cheating is gross and adultery is worse. Jo will become a general surgeon(forever bitter she isn’t ortho in canon, but whatevs), as well as Alex being a gen. pediatric surgeon. Izzie is in oncology, but she will also perform surgery. Because despite her big heart, I cannot find anything I genuinely could see her doing as a surgeon; she’s a great doctor though. I just went with the crack canon that 16x16 brought us.

Without further ado, Chapter 1:

•••

It doesn’t take Jo Wilson very long after she moves to Seattle to conclude that the reason the small population of the city is so contrary, is due to the constant rain. Good weather means good moods, and lots of barometric pressure equals a lot of headaches. Which is what Jo has right now. A raging headache.

“Cross, how many times do I have to have these results sent back to the lab? You are a fifth year. Next year you’ll be an attending general surgeon. You will call the shots. If you can’t get simple lab results right, how is anybody supposed to trust you with their life? Get me a white-cell count and glucose levels for my mice, please.”

Cross nods his curly blonde head vigorously.

“Right, sorry Dr. Wilson.” Cross stares at Jo for a moment, before she shoos him.

“I swear the fifth year’s get duddier every year. You could steal another resident for your trial that has half a brain, I’m sure. And mice?” Jo turns around, to see Izzie Stevens leaning over a chart, smiling at her.

“You’re right, Dr. Stevens. But he knows my research so well. I have a pretty competent intern on it too, though. An oncology intern that I’m borrowing.” Jo leans on her elbow on the nurse’s desk.

“Ah right, you’re our new research fellow. I’m inspired by your work, Doctor...”

“Wilson, Josephine Wilson.”

“Doctor Wilson; its innovative. I was surprised to see Chief Bailey even put out a personal check to fund your fellowship.” Izzie smiles, and it makes Jo feel warm inside.

“Uh yeah, it was certainly a great opportunity. It wasn’t my original plan to come to Seattle, but plans change.” Jo gives a small smile, as Izzie hands her tablet to a nurse.

“Welcome to Seattle, then. The warnings are true, it rains a lot here.” And Izzie walks off.

“Thanks.” Jo calls over her shoulder.

“Doctor Wilson, your pager is going off.”

Jo looks at the nurse over the desk, “Right.” She feels her face flush. 911, OR 2.

***

A nurse slips latex gloves on Jo’s hands.

“You paged me?”

“Are you a general resident or something? If so, then yes, and get your damn hands in the patient, please.”

Jo looks up to see a face matching the voice; a male surgeon. She assumes he either hates female surgeons or residents with that tone.

“Fellow, a research fellow. I am also a board certified general surgeon, but I’ll gladly play resident for a minute.” She steps over to the table, “What do we have here?”

“Two-year-old boy; biliary atresia, I need an assist.”

“That would be why I’m here.”

Jo grabs the suction tube.

“It feels incredible to be in an OR. I’ve been here for a week and so far it’s been all paper work and setting up my lab, no operations yet for me. It’s like I have that intern-level high of being in here for the first time.”

“That’s great; but this kid needs your focus. I’ve been his doctor for a long time, and I’ve known you less than five minutes.”

“Doctor... well I don’t know you either, but look at his bile duct. He needs a Kasai.”

The male surgeon inspects the patient’s abdomen, and sighs defeatedly.

“Crap. You’re right.”

“It’s okay, we’ll do it right. You’ve gotten this kid this far, and I’m pretty confident in my skills. Let’s get ready.”

***

As Jo scrubs her hands after surgery, it occurs to her.

“I still don’t know your name.”

“Doctor Alex Karev, pediatric general surgeon. But you knew that. And yours?”

“Doctor Jo Wilson. General surgeon and research fellow. But you knew that.”

Alex smiles, and it makes her smile back. He has a ruggish look, almost hardened that attracts her.

“Your whole motivational thing helped. Thanks. I didn’t mean to be an ass in the there; still working on that. I’ve been an ass my whole life, and I revert when I’m stressed.”

“It’s okay, I kick and scream when I’m stressed too. Maybe we should both work on our coping mechanisms. Make a switch to ortho?” Jo can’t help her cheeky grin.

“Oh yeah, definitely. Let’s get right on that.” Alex’s eyes widen as he says it, and his grin soon matches her. Jo studies his face for another moment, before her pager goes off again.

“I have to go. It was nice meeting you Doctor Karev.”

“You too, Doctor Wilson.”

Jo leaves the scrub room, feeling lighter in her step as she walks toward her lab. Her elation even leads her to believe that Cross will have gotten the correct tests. She turns the corner.

“Doctor Wilson, these results look weird to me.”

Cross hands her the paper, and Jo feels her heart rate speed up as she reads it.

“Why the hell is her white count so low? Mouse number three I mean,” She trails over to the mouse, not looking up.

“Doctor Cross, did you or Doctor Rayn notice this mouse looking sickly? Maybe she’s got an existing illness?”

“It’s a mouse.” Cross says.

“Yes, I know that. What I’m saying is that if she doesn’t, this means that this treatment won’t work. This research is basically useless.” Jo gapes sadly at the mouse. Her stomach sinks and her chest hurts.

“Please, go run white counts again on all the mice. And test them all for anything weird. Consult a veterinarian if you have to, just find out if there’s something wrong with my mouse. Find Rayn to help you.”

“Got it. I hope she’s alright; it had been going so well.” Cross looks down, the air in the room feeling heavy.

“I know. So go get those work ups done.”

Once her resident is gone, Jo takes a seat at a lab table for a moment, before deciding that what she really needs is a lunch break.

***

“That looks absolutely disgusting.” Jo feels like she might throw up looking at her friend, Doctor Atticus Lincoln’s lunch.

“She’s right Link, that looks like it was burnt, thrown in a dumpster and harassed by a koala.” This comes from Amelia Shepherd, Atticus’ longtime girlfriend and recently— fiancée.

“Well, I’m going to it eat it. And neither of you,” He looks between the two women, “Can stop me.” And with that, he shoves a bite of meatloaf into his mouth.

“Oh god,” Jo squeezes her eyes shut, and shoves a bite of salad into her own mouth to wash away the second-hand disgusting that she feels.

Amelia goes unbothered, instead becoming interested in Jo.

“So, have you found any new friends. Better than this loser; a boyfriend, or perhaps a very lucky man in a bar? There’s one right here, no discount, but the owner probably knows more about us doctors and nurses than we do.”

“Maybe, no, and definitely not.”

“Oh well that’s boring. Who’s your friend?”

“Doctor Karev. We didn’t speak all that much, and I wouldn’t call him a friend yet, but he seems nice, and we clicked.”

“Oh he’s like a rugged hot right? Not my type, but good looking,” She then turns to Link, “The one with the crazy wife, right?”

Link looks up innocently from his meatloaf, “You think everyone is crazy. She’s normal to me.”

“Okay...he’s normal though? Safe to be around?”

Amelia laughs, “She’s not dangerous. She is crazy though, crazier than me; and that’s saying something. She’s charming to some, but I wouldn’t marry her, if you know what I mean.”

Link adds, “She’s nice though.”

“Sunshine-y like my fiancé here.”

Jo nods.

“So no crazies, right Link? They’re both normal people?”

Link glances at Amelia, “Amelia only hates her because she believes she should’ve been kicked out of the program for something she did as an intern. It’s not my story to tell, but it was kind of crazy. The whole thing.”

Jo smiles, “Okay, then I might just have a new friend.”

***

“Doctor Wilson! So this is your lab. It’s very organized. It also reeks like med school.”

“Not much worse than ORs get, Doctor Karev.” Jo smiles to herself.

“A hundred percent. Can I ask what you’re working on, oh wise research fellow?” Alex walks over to Jo and the mice, studying them.

“A cure for cancer. In the long run, that’s the goal. This is just phase testing, still on mice. Right now, me and my team are studying a whole bunch of boring crap to get to the fun stuff. It’s just me, two residents, a couple of biomed engineers and some mice.”

“That’s a big goal. And kind of an incredible one. How did you get the grant money?”

“The chief of surgery wrote a personal check. She was inspired by my work at Hopkins, in residency, and I gave up my minimally invasive fellowship at Mass Gen to come here.”

“Wow, someone’s got expensive taste. Family money?”

“What, no? Brain power. I was a foster kid, but I’m just ridiculously smart. You probably couldn’t comprehend half of what I do here.” Jo teases, grinning.

“Oh yeah, I’m just really stupid. But hey, I was a foster kid too. On and off.”

“Oh yeah, any good homes?”

“One. The rest were all crap.”

“Mine were all crap. Every single one. But life goes on. You have to get past it, or it’ll sink you.”

“Wow that’s deep. Real insightful.” Alex deadpans. Jo rolls her eyes.

“Shut up! It’s what my therapist taught me when I was in my early years of med school. That’s what happens when you’re messed up in the head.”

“Hey, at least you have your self-proclaimed ridiculous smarts, I just have messed up.” Alex cracks, as Jo tinkers with a tool.

“Ever been to therapy?” She asks hesitantly.

“No.”

“It’s horrible. I threw up every time, and I think it made me worse. But then it made me better.” She puts the tool down and faces Alex.

“Good, I’m glad.” Alex smirks sideways for a moment, and Jo can’t help but smile back. Then, after a beat, Jo works up courage.

“So I heard you have a wife. What’s she like? You can’t be that messed up if you have a wife.”

“Uh yeah. She’s a doctor, an oncologist. She pops in here often, she did a surgical residency. Doctor Izzie Stevens.”

“Oh. I’ve seen her around; talked to her this morning. She’s very nice, pretty too.” Jo compliments.

“Yeah, she’s great. What about you, anyone special? Husband, girlfriend, dog?”

Jo laughs, “Just me right now. New city, cross country move, you know?”

Alex nods, “Gotcha. Anyone you had to leave back home? Personally I ran from where I grew up, but some people have a hard time letting go.”

Jo bites her lip, “No, not from Maryland. I’ve ran before, but not from there.” Her voice is quieter and she seems to shrink into herself.

“Oh. Well that’s nice, I guess.”

“Yeah. No running anymore. Seattle is growing on me. I like that rain.”

Alex smiles.

[vomiwrites]

Hi everyone! I’m Vomi (or V) and I’m applying as both the Charlie Hunnam fc and the Henry Cavill fc :D I’ve only just come back to RPing after a 2 year hiatus so it’s been a bit of an adjustment, but I’m really excited for this!

JACQUES “JAC” LEBEAU

Full name: Jacques Baptiste LeBeau // Jac for short.

36 year old dummy. Fights for a living. Recently made Lieutenant for the Dixie Mafia.

#BigAriesEnergy. Likes rock and roll, motorcycles, liquor, and pretty women.

Grew up in the heartland of Cajun country and has the accent to prove it.

Is a fraternal twin. Literally they couldn’t be more dissimilar - his grandma used to call them night and day because of the difference in their hair colors and personalities.

His mother was a meth addict who died from an accidental overdose five months after Jac and his brother were born, so they were sent to live with their grandparents in Lafayette, Louisiana.

Was an edgelord growing up (still is lbr). Got into fights, acted up in class, basically he was that asshole - you know the one.

His grandparents got him into boxing with the hope that it would get him to stop fighting in the streets, but old boy still wanted to act out of pocket, so that was a bust.

He eventually got kicked out of school and sent to juvie. He met a kid that worked with the Dixies and got said kid to hook him up with them after they got out.

He basically ran errands for the DM, but eventually hustled his way up until he was given an official rank.

Made friends with the cohorts that he liked, but he doesn’t like that many people so it’s not saying much. The feeling is mutual for a lot of people in the mafia - he’s not exactly Mr. Congeniality.

He has a problem with authority and enjoys pressing people’s buttons so it took him years to actually climb the ladder from Associate to Lieutenant.

Now that he has an ounce of power, he’s definitely taking advantage of it by being a dick to anyone who ranks under him; especially the newbies - think Ben Affleck’s character in Dazed and Confused only dialed down a lil.

Jac’s not actually as bad as he wants people to think he is. He cares about his mafia family - even the people that he doesn’t get along with (which is most). He’s very much a tough on the outside, mushy on the inside sort of dude.

Just for some added drama, he recently learned that his brother - now a cop - is also living in Atlanta.

Positives: Charming, Loyal, Athletic, Genuine, Passionate.

Negatives: Volatile, Aggressive, Stubborn, Violent, Difficult.

ALEXANDER SUMMERS

Answers to Alex. Or Summers. Or Farm boy. Take your pick.

Was raised on an actual farm in a small town outside of Atlanta. His life was basically Stardew Valley irl.

Sweet little Pisces bby. Animal lover. Reads a lot of poetry. A lil shy, but very friendly. Probably likes long walks on the beach.

Both of his parents worked in law enforcement. His father was the town’s deputy chief.

Basically grew up in a perfect, All-American Brady Bunch-esque household. Has one younger sister and a whole gaggle of younger cousins who essentially lived at his house growing up.

Is a bit of a nerd - he loves reading and always enjoyed studying when he was in school. Was a straight A student and captain of the math team.

He also enjoys sports and joined the high school football team his freshman year.

Got a scholarship to play football at a university in Atlanta. He intended to become a Veterinarian, but then a whole lotta shit went down and that was that on that.

During his Sophomore year in college, his parents were severely injured in a shootout outside of their town. His father had been beyond saving and eventually succumbed to his wounds. His mother was left paralyzed with a severe brain injury.

Turns out the Dixie Mafia had been involved. Oops.

This basically led Alex to seek a career in the FBI. It took him years to actually become a full-fledged agent.

Found a small apartment in the city and adopted a dog. He named her Peeves because of an old joke his father used to tell him when he was kid. “This is my pet, Peeves!”

Dude is out for some serious vengeance against any and all criminal organizations in Georgia. He leads the FBI’s gang task force now and won’t rest until he gets every last person affiliated with the Dixie Mafia and the Italian Mob locked up. #Notallmobsters.

Currently working on an undercover sting to infiltrate the Dixie Mafia.

Positives: Kind, Intelligent, Charismatic, Honorable, Gallant.

Negatives: Vindictive, Enigmatic, Obsessive, Withdrawn, Dogmatic.

[sophie1973]

2024 Fic writing round-up

I was tagged by @firenation, @onthewaytosomewhere @thesleepyskipper @0npurpose and @iboatedhere. Thank you !

I wrote 17 fanfics this year for RWRB (15 oneshots and 2 multi-chapters)

JANUARY

Taking a break from all your worries (T - 1.2k)

Dinosaur nuggets in the oven and a quickie on the washing machine. Established relationship. Fluff.

You, soft and only (T-1.2k)

Girldads Alex and Henry and a storm. Established relationship. Fluff.

FEBRUARY

Writing Bloodstream

MARCH

Bloodstream (tell me when it kicks in) (M-41k)

New York, 1890. Henry is a Slayer, Alex is a Vampire. Somehow, they are not in a hurry to kill each other. Enemies (sort of) to friends to lover. Fluff, angst, smut.

APRIL

Can we take it nice and slow (E-1.5k)

Pregnant Henry, Blueballs Alex, smut and fluff.

I choose you and me (religiously) (M-1.2k)

Five Sunday mornings in the lives of Alex and Henry.

MAY

Age is just a number (G-2k)

Girldads, aged up Alex and Henry, and a lot of variations on August Moon. Established relationship.

It takes an ocean not to break (G-3.4k)

Henry gets meningitis. Established relationship.

JUNE

You are mine, I am yours (let's not fuck around) (E-5k)

College AU, jealous Alex, best friends to lover, smut.

What a wicked thing to do (let me dream of you) (G-1.3k)

Oblivious Alex, roomates/bff to lovers, fluff.

JULY

Of fried rice and galaxies far, far away (M-8.4k)

Henry almost runs over Alex with his car, drastically changing their lives' trajectory. Strangers to friends to lovers. Prince Henry, non-famous Alex. Fluff and a bit of angst.

AUGUST

Writing Wait for me to come home & a few Birthday fics

SEPTEMBER

Let me kiss and make it better (T-2.8k)

Alex and Henry are football rivals (or are they?). Fluff.

Petals and Pages (G-2.4k)

Florist Alex, Bookstore owner Henry with allergies. Fluff.

Wait for me (To come home) (M-42k)

When he inherits a lakehouse from his late aunt, Henry doesn’t hesitate and book the first plane to Texas, leaving everything behind, including years of abuse by his grandmother, ceo of a vast hotel empire.

Henry begins a journey of healing and self-discovery, seeking to reclaim control over his life and unearth a renewed sense of purpose.

And if he finds love in the sparkling brown eyes and charming smile of a handsome veterinarian, well, it’s an unexpected, but welcome, bonus. Fluff, a bit of smut, strangers to friends to lovers.

OCTOBER

And if this ain't love (why does it feel so good (E- 8k)

The plane fic ! Pilot Alex, Flight Attendant Henry, flirting at 20000 feet in the air. Fluff, fwb to lovers, smut.

NOVEMBER

Working on my December fics

DECEMBER

Si c'était ça le bonheur (simplement) (T-18k)

My December prompt for the Red Umbrella Discord collection. Christmas fluff, Single Girldads Alex and Henry, Dogs !

Excuse my French (G-9k)

Henry meets his new neighbour and loses his English.

Littéralement. Fluff, strangers to friends to lover. Arthur is alive.

Tu es mon évidence (G-2.6k)

Some New Year's Eve fluff in the same universe as 'Si c'était ça le bonheur'. Established relationship, Girldads, Dogs.

Tagging with no pressure : @stellarmeadow @anincompletelist

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@taste-thewaste @priincebutt @miss-minnelli @kj-bee

@strwbrryagcd @shesfromboston @tinyarmedtrex @whoevenknows-things

@jafffacakess @miharaikko @magicmelinoe @14carrotghoul

[sapphic-bombshell-vixen]

Title: when the seasons change (or the pure and simple truth is that i love you)

Fandom: Emmerdale

Pairing: Charity/Vanessa

Summary: Color Meanings:��Gold for courage, Green for jealously, Blue for truth, Red for passion, Purple for feelings of romance, White for new possibilities and beginnings.

of undeniable attractions and interesting confessions ensue between a certain landlady and a veterinarian.

Rating: PG-13 to be safe.

Word Count: ~5,097

when the seasons change (or the pure and simple truth is that i love you)

1.Gold

Vanessa chewed her bottom lip as she looked at herself in the mirror. Usually she liked this color, a color that reminded Vanessa of a late autumn evening, with the orange and red sky blanketing the earth. Where the sun is replaced by the moon, and only the light is illuminated around the fading gold ring around a black pupil.

Those colors remind her of something. Or someone. A certain landlady.

Those burning golden eyes.

She pales and recoils at the thought.

“Ness, are you listening to me?”

She shakes her head like she’s coming out of a trance. “Huh, Yeah?”

“I was askin’ if you were gonna’ quit staring off into space and get ready…”, Rhona said, as she looked at Vanessa from where she sat on the bed.

“...Course.” Vanessa smiled. “What time is it, anyway?”

Rhona checked her watch. “It's eight fifty-five,” she said.

10 minutes. She has ten minutes to finish getting ready for yet another blind date that her sister had set-up through one of those ‘perfect match sites’.

“You sure you are up for another one of these?” Rhona stirred her tea.

Vanessa shrugged her shoulders and applied her lipstick. “Think it's’ time to put myself back out there.” She told her was getting tired of her moping and not trying on any of the previous dates that she had.

“Oh…” Rhona watches Vanessa through the mirror. “So that affair you had with Charity is finished?...”

Vanessa flinches and squirms noticeably in her seat. “I don’t even really like her anymore...”

Rhona regards her in amusement. “Interesting.”

“It was just….” Vanessa begins then sighs in relief when a soft knocking sound interrupts.

“Oi! Ness. You ready?...” Tracey calls before she enters the door.

“I’m just heading out...” Vanessa answers as she smoothes down the invisible wrinkles in her black dress and heads out the door in a rush. “See you…”

Truth is. She has no fucking clue what she feels for Charity Dingle.

     2.     Green

It was Friday night and the Woolpack was mostly empty, the evening still too early for the rush of customers it would be receiving later.

Booths were dotted around the edge of the room, mostly empty although some held young couples, single people heading in for a drink after work and in one corner, a group of women stood at the edge in her direction, waiting.

“What can I get you?”  Charity says, plastering a fake smile on her face.

A shrill high-pitched voice sounds near her ear, a pitch too loud that seems to play across the room.

“Oi... five margaritas, with the organic cherry juice from down at the Cafe.”

Charity sighed in frustration, “We don’t carry that...”

“Serving people is your job, innit?,” the redheaded one replied, unfastening her purse from around her waist and holding a load of cash in her hand. “We want the organic cherry juice.”

“Don’t get yer knickers in a twist…” Charity muttered.

“Leave it, will ya” Chas interrupted her as she takes the bills and thrusts them into Charity’s hands. “Just go get the juice, ya..Cool down a bit..”

Charity huffs out a breath.

Rhona and Tracey arrived; just as Charity was leaving, allowing her to catch the ending of their conversation.

“She’s stubborn alright...” Rhona laughs, “But I wonder how Ness’ date is’ going.”

“Well her dating profile said she was into romance and adventure with a love of animals.” Tracey smirks, dropping into one of the vacant seats.

“Tracey... They’ll be perfect....” Rhona exclaims, as she shifted her focus to Charity. “Hey Charity, two pints, please.”

Charity lifted her pint of Guinness as a mock salute, and leaned back against the wall.

“Sod Off.” She replies back before slamming the door and stepping out in the cool crisp air.

“Someone’s in a right mood.” Rhona commented.

Tracey hums in agreement and laughs.  “Charity’s definitely jealous.” Rhona adds, “And the green-eyed monster appears.”

It was raining, it was cold, and it was pitch dark. Which was no surprise, considering it was late November.

But Charity did not care; she could have cared less for the fact that she was thoroughly drenched, or that she was shivering from the cold.

‘Vanessa was on a date with a woman!’ Charity frowns to herself.

Charity doesn’t do pining. She doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that she feels something more for Vanessa.

‘Well’ Charity thinks…‘She has always liked a challenge.’

3.    Blue

“Vanessa?...”

The vet snapped back with a start when she heard someone calling her name. “...Err….Alex...”

“Well, hello to you too.” the dark-haired woman grinned. She pulled up a chair and sat next to the vet.

“Evening. What can I get you ladies to start with or if you’re ready to order?” The waitress asked, her smile half-hearted.

“I’ll take the Pinot and the fish, please.” Alex responds.

“Just a Chardonnay and the mushroom risotto, thanks.” Vanessa states.

The waitress jots down their order and runs off to the kitchens.

“So Alex...” Vanessa started, sipping her drink, “what is it you do for a living?”

Alex states,  “I’m a nurse. Well, a travel nurse really, but the travel is not all it’s cracked up to be.”

“Why’s that?” Vanessa chuckled as the waitress arrives, placing their meals in front of them.

“You’re away from your friends and family in long terms, relationships don’t last due to contracts ending, and constant loneliness from ever-changing, ever-moving…”

Alex explained, her expression solemn. “Your profile said you were a veterinarian…”

“Yes, the patients are the best really.” Vanessa confirms.

“I bet.” Alex laughs and glances sheepishly at the vet before continuing. “So when did you know you were gay?”

“I didn’t.” Vanessa blurts. “ I mean I’m not gay. I’m bi. And it was just recently that I started questioning myself.”

“How’s that?...” Alex questions.

Vanessa smiled weakly, "Well, It's actually more of a whom...Charity was just…”

“So what happened to your Charity?...” Alex asked curiously. Her choice of possessive pronouns did not escape Vanessa.

“She’s in the past...” Vanessa replies too quickly. “..I’ve moved on..”

“You have?...” The dark-haired woman questioned.

“Yes.” Vanessa replies,  she was out ‘enjoying herself’ on a blind date in a sexy dress that feels suffocating all at once and her brain conjures up a mental image of Charity across from her, sipping wine instead of the brunette.

Tentatively, Alex places her hands on the vet’s own. “Can I tell you a secret?...”

Vanessa contemplated the blue fabric of the tablecloth before answering, “Sure.” .

“She’s not good for you, you know.” Alex tells her between a bite of her salmon.

Charity’s got a bit of a reputation. Well, okay, she’s got one hell of a reputation. Apparently she’s slept with half of town and that’s only because the other half isn’t gay or related.

Vanessa stood and turned to leave, placing 50 quid down in a hurry. “Where are you going?...” Her date’s voice asked, standing as well.

“I just remembered someone…”  Vanessa stammers. “Something important. I… have to do.” Vanessa pauses then side-hugs the other woman.  "I hope we can be friends.”

“I’d like that.” Alex smiles, who returned the hug, albeit a little awkwardly,  “Go on, then,” she encourages with a nudge to Vanessa toward the exit.

‘It was all Charity’s fault’…..Vanessa came to that conclusion.

  4.    Red

Vanessa stops in her footsteps, looking up and around at where she is,

  ‘Bloody Hell.’ She swears under her breath.

She’s in front of the Woolpack. With one last glance back at the street, she steels herself and pushes the door to the bar open.

Charity was in a sour mood already, to say the least. A mess. A raw nerve. She was going to go off.

‘The universe has a terrible sense of humor.’ Charity thought as she catches the vet’s eye as she enters from outside the pub.

Oh, for the love of -

Still, she’s a Dingle. She tilts her chin proudly and forces herself to walk, casually, back to the bar to find something to stabilize her nerves.

“How do I look?” Vanessa asks her as she approaches the bar, giving a little half twirl in greeting.

The teasing was just how they were with each other, nothing more.

“You look stunning, babes.” Charity replies honestly.

Then it’s deadly quiet and Vanessa blinks up at her.  “Did you just actually compliment me?”

“For a doctor, you can be a bit daft, eh?......” Charity trails off as she sees Vanessa’s glare.

To most people that would have sounded like an insult, but Vanessa knew better after learning more about the landlady at every turn. Charity was trying to hiding whatever it was that made her feel...

“I was out on a date tonight.” Vanessa begins, pushing ahead.

Immediately, Charity goes tense. “I know.” Vanessa gives her a withering look.

“Your sister and Rhona were all but screeching it like birds earlier.” Charity remarks. “So you’re dating women now, eh?”

Vanessa can't even believe what she’s hearing. And she’s pretty sure her eyes are about to explode. “They what..!..”

Charity ignores her comment and rolls her eyes. “So, how was she..this date?..”

“Alex seemed like a nice woman.” Vanessa confessed. “However, we decided it’s best if we just stay friends.”

“Of course you have.” Charity replied, dryly.

Vanessa said, a hint of distraction in her voice, glancing around the bar. “Been busy tonight, I guess?”

“It’s not really been that bad.” Charity sighed in exasperation, waving her hands about vaguely toward the opposite end where the group of giggling women remained, “Except for those five cows.”

“Charming,” Vanessa said, but smiled.

"I'm many things..." Charity winked.

“Oi, Charity. Stop yer flirtin’ with the Doc...and bring us another pint...” old man Fletcher barks drunkenly.

Charity visibly winces, then straightens up and glares at the man.

“If you’ll excuse me….” Charity murmurs with a nod to Vanessa. “Duty calls...”

“Or,” Vanessa begins as Charity pauses her movements to listen, “You could just find someone to fill in.”

Charity’s frown turns into a smile. Her lips shift ever so slightly, her teeth start to show at hearing Vanessa repeat the words, she once used on her.

“One hour at tops..." Charity promised.

Vanessa’s words came out of her mouth before she even processed them through her brain, "Come back to mine. Tracey is keeping Johnny."

“You’ve changed your tune....” Charity gave her a wicked smile in return; and begins to say something further.

Before Charity can respond with a cheeky response, she feels a hand grasp the back of her neck and pull her in. Her lips collide with the vet’s.

Eventually, Charity pulled away from Vanessa slightly, a flare of arousal shoots through her, as she stares at Vanessa’s smeared red lips. “A taste of things to come,” the landlady gasps.

“I’ll see you later...” Vanessa says, grinning widely and slipping out the door.

‘...I’m screwed.’  Charity thinks once Vanessa leaves and she pours another beer and shoves it down the counter toward a stunned (and silent) Fletcher.        

5.    Purple

Vanessa lay stretched out in the tub, her head resting against the tiles of the wall, enjoying the

feel of the warm, scented water and of course allowing her muscles to relax.

The vet can still feel her the tingling from that kiss as she presses her fingers to her lips.

The doorbell rang, jolting Vanessa out of her thoughts.

As she grabbed a fresh pair of scrubs from the dresser, she glimpsed at the clock hanging on the wall.

11:48 PM.

Then a loud banging repeatedly knocking commences.

Vanessa’s damp hair was slightly mussed, and her lips already twitched upwards into a smile as she opens the latch.

Having rushed straight from the pub to Vanessa’s house, Charity hadn't given much thought to her appearance.

“Like what you see, Ness?” the older woman asks, one perfect eyebrow arches. Charity watched Vanessa’s eyes roaming her body,

“You look tired,” the vet answers, as she steps aside allowing Charity to enter.

“Are you this sweet with all the girls?,” Charity says, affection in her voice, pushed herself forward,

“You’d be surprised,” holding the vet’s sharp gaze for a moment as she arches into the other woman which elicits a sharp hiss from Vanessa. “At how much I can handle.”

“Come here... I’ll help you relax...” Vanessa replies.

“Cheers,” Charity quips, as her hands tangled around the vet’s damp hair, yanking her up to a kiss.

Barely pausing for breath, so Vanessa could close the door behind them, and Charity could hear the sound of the dead-bolt being turned as she leaned back into another kiss.

“You’d better stop…”     Vanessa warns, tightening her grip on Charity’s waist, overwhelmed with need.

“And if I don’t want to.” Charity purred and teasingly pulls on the drawstring of Vanessa’s purple scrub pants before reaching inside and squeezing Vanessa’s bum in good measure.

“Fuck…” Vanessa sighed in pleasure.

“How positively vulgar… I swear, you’re a bad influence, Ness,” Charity moaned at the expletive and thrusted into the vet, building up a slow, agonizing rhythm.

“By any means...You’ll be fun to corrupt.”

Charity growls, something inaudible harsh and stuttering as a response.

Soft lips trailed down Charity’s neck, whimpering when she felt the vet run her tongue along the shell of her ear and back to her pulse point, sucking lightly.

Vanessa’s response to Charity’s challenge is immediate and sharp; Rendering her speechless, is merely bonus.

Charity leaned forward and kissed her hard, keeping their lips pressed together as she thrust into her hard, using her hips as leverage, her palm stimulating the sensitive area inside her.

Vanessa tears her lips away to get away to let out a strained whimper, as she collapses on Charity, completely spent and breathing heavily.

“Bedroom..” Charity hissed the words, as Vanessa guided them to the foot of her bed. Vanessa pushed Charity onto the bed, and Charity found herself inhaling as the blonde vet licked a long line up the blonde’s chest.

  “Undress…”

It was a command, and Charity followed it immediately and unbuttoned her pants, as her entire body shudders at the sensation of Vanessa’s tongue.

There are no more words,

  Just an aching need.

              A need to fulfill Vanessa’s desires,

          A need to fulfill her own.

‘She’s in love with Vanessa Woodfield.’ It’s that realization that sends Charity over the edge.

-----    Later    -----

Charity stared at the bedroom ceiling, her body aching pleasurably after that indulgence. She didn’t know how it was possible.

  When the only sound left is the synchronized sound of their breathing, Vanessa nuzzles her face into Charity’s neck. “What are you thinking of?..”

“What does it matter….It’s only temporary, right?”   Charity scowls.

      “Please don't joke about that...” Vanessa murmurs.

“I’m a mess,” Charity replies sadly.    You could do better. Someone easy like…..”

“Someone like Alex, you mean?...”

  “..Or Marlon…” Charity jokes. Vanessa effectively gagged.        

“I get bored with easy in five seconds...” Vanessa exclaims quickly. "I like things to be as complicated as possible.”

  Charity growls, tries once again. “I’m not a good person…”

Vanessa shifts forward in the bed. “And yeah, I know that too... you’ve got a past. So do I. So does everyone else in this sodding town. But I’ve seen the real you....”

  “You don't fucking know me.” Charity interrupts.

“Charity...”

And Charity is so charmed by the way Vanessa’s mouth forms her name that she agrees automatically.

She exhales on a curse.

Charity knew it wasn’t forever. The only thing that’s surprising is that Vanessa is lying about it.

  What a wonderful dream this was.

      6.       White

  Vanessa shielded her eyes from the sun and grinned. Charity was still sleeping beside her. She rose silently from the bed, and headed towards the kitchen, not wanting to wake the other woman.

While the kettle boiled, Vanessa searches her cabinets to see what she could conjure up for breakfast.

--..Meanwhile, in the bedroom..--

“Ness.”, the older woman muttered sleepily, reaching over, and fully sitting up once she feels the empty, cold bed.

Charity should have expected this.

She knew it, knew Vanessa was always in this temporarily.

She just thought Vanessa was different….

      As if on cue------the blonde vet walked back through the bedroom door.

“Thought I left, did ya?” Vanessa says once she sees Charity’s face and gestured to the plate filled with fruit, jam, toast, and two steaming cups of tea. “And I think we both worked up an appetite…”

“I’m in love with you…” Charity admits quietly. Vanessa’s eyes lit up. “Think I’ve been owing you that one for a while.”

“I don’t want you to say it just because…”

“I do feel it...:”  Charity concedes. Of the two of them, she’s never been the quickest to express what she’s thinking.

“Here,”  Vanessa whispers, handing Charity’s tea over then licking her lips and pushing the other woman’s blonde hair away from her face. “And I love you too…”

“Huh…” Charity’s breath catches inaudibly, and searches the vet’s darkening eyes. The look in them is sincere.

  “We should probably talk.”

It was also a bad idea, Charity knew, to suggest that they forego talking about things and instead maybe try that having sex thing again.

Instead, she said, “I would very much like that... But first breakfast...”

The shrill sound of a pager going off interrupts the moment. Vanessa lets out a frustrated sigh. She checks it, 9-1-1.

  “I’m going back to sleep.” Charity laughs, dramatically flopping back on the bed.

“Goodbye, Charity.” Vanessa winked.

Nodding, Charity had to let her go.. “I'll see you, later?..” She hated that it came out like a question.

“Of course,” confirmed Vanessa, as she pressed her lips to Charity’s cheek.         With that she was walking away into the darkness and Charity was left to face her future.

---...Later That Day…---

“Long night?..” Rhona asked, her voice low and concentrating, as she packed up the the surgical tools. Vanessa certainly didn't look like she'd gotten much sleep last night.

“You have no idea,” sighed Vanessa, who was dutifully focused on the intricate line of stitching across the horse’s shoulder.    

  The horse released a deep noise at the contact, but leaned toward the vet. “Shh.. girl, it’s okay…” Vanessa assured the animal. “Almost done.”

The horse nimbly leaps off -- clearing out to the feeding hall in one easy bound

  “Want to tell me what’s got you smiling?” Rhona asks, once Vanessa finishes cleaning up from the surgery, face partially hidden by her coffee mug.

      “You won’t like it,” Vanessa began tentatively.

“Why?..” Rhona asked, narrowing her eyes.

          “I went home with someone,” Vanessa began tentatively.

“The date went well then..?..’ Rhona asks, clearly intrigued.

      Vanessa tells her “Not exactly. I slept with Charity Dingle, that's who.”

Rhona’s eyes softened, “Oh Ness…”

“It could be a trick…” she adds.  “Are you naïve?”

“I don't think so…”

          “How…”

“I trust her…” Vanessa confesses. “She told me she loves me and I love her.”

      “Vanessa please, I just want what’s best for you.”

“And I don’t need your pity,” Vanessa snaps.

“S’pose so.” Rhona smiled.

Their thoughts are interrupted by a distinctive rumbling from the blonde’s stomach.

“Take you to the pub, grab something to eat?” Rhona cracked a smile.

      The vet blushed. “Yeah, why not.”

It was past three o'clock at midday when the two women walked up in front of the Woolpack.

  “Steady on, mate,” Rhona smirked, as Vanessa blushes.

Chas is behind the bar, balancing three plates of burgers and chips, when she turns around and notices Rhona and Vanessa entering the bar.

"I'll be right with you…” Chas shouts over the length of the bar. “Grab a seat.”

Chas emerged, minutes later, from the back room.  She walked over to the two women, “Hiya, love.” Chas says, in greeting to the vet and nodding to Rhona.

“Hiya.” Vanessa replies. “Can I get the tomato wrap and chips?

      “Burger and chips for me, please.” Rhona add.

Their food arrives fifteen minutes later.

“Anything else for ya?..” Chas implores.

“Chas?” Vanessa questioned.

“Yes, love.”

“Is Charity about?..”

  “Not sure love, she came in bout’ a hour ago and disappeared.”

------...But things do not go to plan...-------

vague, seemingly familiar voices amongst the group of drunken men became louder.

“Oi...Vanessa, I heard ya shagged Charity again.”

   “What was it like for the third time?”    

  “Come on!”

Tell us…”

Taunts, jeers, stares, all directed at the target...Vanessa.

A look of disgust sweeps over Vanessa’s face, as she grows tense.

“Ignore em’.” Rhona offers. “They’re drunk off their arse.”

  The vet scoffs. “Bunch of Tossers.”

  “Shut it, you lot,” Chas warns thus making their insults worse.

“Charity Dingle the daft cow.” one man in particular catches Vanessa’s attention.

“She’s a randy little slag that one, inn’t she?” he slurs, which causes the group to burst into raucous laughter.

  Their laughter and giggling filling the air. The vet straightened, switching into defensive mode. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Chas pick up a phone on the bar.

“What did you call her?” Vanessa hissed with barely controlled rage.

  The men in the group kept shushing him quickly, “Keep your voice down, Harvey…”

“Is there a price to be paid...” Harvey taunts her, voice extremely high. “Or does she give it up for free after the trial run….”

Vanessa rises from the stool, fuming in anger.

The pub descended into silence, the entire room holding its breath as they waited for Vanessa’s reaction.

She quietens.

Her brain shuts down as she turns, striding across the bar and before she even knows what she’s doing, rearing her shoulder backwards.

      Then Vanessa punches Harvey hard in the nose. The man lets out a cry of pain as he crashes painfully to the floor, like a sack of potatoes.

  “I’m calling the police on your friend there…”  Chaz sneered.

A mild protest erupted between the group of now-sober men,   ‘You have no right....’

“It is if you start causing trouble in my pub.” Chas announces to the men. “So if you want to escape the same fate...I suggest you apologize and leave a sizeable tip.”

Their mouths fall open.

“Stop yer gawping before I change me mind…”

Then, for good measure, Chas shakes the ‘tip jar’.

Chas carefully watched the four men as they quickly stood, each of them stepping to the blonde vet and apologizing, before dropping all of their spare change into the glass jar and running out the door.

  “Hero of the hour, defender of womankind from intoxicated gits,” Rhona announces, coming to stand beside Vanessa, giving her a light squeeze.

  “Three cheers for Vanessa, everyone!..” Chas cheered behind them, holding the nearly overflowing jar, full of cash in her hand.

And then a chorus of applause echo from each of the bar patrons..

Vanessa blushes in reply.

“I think I’ll take a walk…” Vanessa says to no-one, holding her aching hand.

  A soft voice replies from the doorway.  “I’ll join you…” Charity’s words barely crackle past her lips and carry a heavy rasp, but it's the most beautiful sound Vanessa has heard all afternoon.

“Charity…”     Vanessa breathes out. Vanessa said her name with such reverence and love, it was like there was no other word in existence that meant more to him.

“Hello, my love..." Charity smiles, slips her hands over Vanessa’s waist, ‘round her back, and pulls her closer.

“Chas, man the bar for me tonight?” Charity asked.

“...‘Course, love.”, Chas said, with a warning look that read ‘don’t mess this one up.’

“I don’t plan to….,” Charity replied aloud as she reached for the door.

“You defending’ my honour, was kinda hot.” Charity jokes, once they are outside the bar.

“As is...that weird wounded toughness thing you’ve got going on.” Vanessa begins and Charity raises her eyebrow. “You’re my friend…”

       “We’re not friends.” Charity whispers, any protest is cut short by the the vet’s lips on the her own. “But...I don't want to rush into anything…”

“What can I do to convince you?”  Vanessa asks.            She’s so calm. Charity can’t quite fathom it.

  “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Charity clicks her tongue.

“Will you be my girlfriend…” Vanessa bit back, hoping she would get the very clear message

  “Yes....” Charity’s response was immediate.

“Come on…” Vanessa said, with a growl of frustration. “I have an idea…”

Charity watched her go, and felt a surge of something in her chest.

  “You are something else, Ness....”

“Regardless,” Vanessa begins, stopping in front of the flower shop. “We’re together...Partners now…”

Charity remarks dryly. “Partners in crime…”

Vanessa grins. “Which involves talking…    

“It leads to nothing but fightin’ in my experience…” Charity snorts.

“It’s just how healthy relationships go.” Vanessa inserts.

“You’re not going to give up on me, so easy…are ya Doc?”

Vanessa assures her. “Never…”

“Everyone. Fucking. Leaves. ” Charity snaps.

  “Yes, well…” Vanessa clasps their hands together, one hand nervously grabbing at her fingers. “I won’t bloody do it.” Vanessa swears.

“It’s a fine line between…” Charity says, as she brings Vanessa’s bruised hand to her lips and presses a kiss onto her knuckles. “...love…”

  “And… hate…” Vanessa silenced that thought, capturing Charity’s lips in a searing kiss.

“Wait here…” Vanessa insists, removing herself reluctantly from Charity’s side.

The other woman seems reluctant to leave her side.

Charity whines in protest, leaning against the back of the building, tapping her foot impatiently.

  A second later, a voice calls.

          “Enjoying yourself?” Charity turned her eyes towards the soft voice.

Vanessa was standing there, her hands behind her back.

  "I wanted to surprise you," Vanesa offers a coy grin, as she slowly approached her.

“These are for you…” Charity’s eyes dropping to the flowers in her hand.

In her hand, there was a beautiful bouquet of daisies, lilies and roses. Each held the same color, of white. If but a few shades lighter.  

“Flowers?...” Charity questioned, as she accepted the flowers with a soft kiss..

  “You’re very observant...”  Vanessa replies, while she wrapped an arm around Charity.

“What’re you after?” Charity asked, though it was a redundant question by this point.

“Not obvious yet?” Vanessa hums her reply.

Charity shakes her head.  “Show me…” she finally whispered.

      “I love you…” Vanessa declared in a soft voice.

Charity’s answering smirk told Vanessa it had gone over her head.

The next moment, Charity had one hand on Vanessa’s hip, the other behind her neck, and their lips were clashing together. Vanessa moaned into the sudden, hard kiss, nipping gently at Charity’s kiss-swollen lips.

Charity licked her lips. “I think I may be rubbing off on you....”

  Vanessa said, looking brave. “Someone has to…”

      “You’re stuck with me then…” Charity breathes between kisses.

They rest their foreheads together, catching their breath.

Vanessa nudged Charity’s shoulder.

“It feels like yesterday I was trying to sneak out of a cellar after having a drunken night with you.”    

“Couldn’t believe you didn’t regret... that night...regret me,” Charity admitted, a voice full of years of doubts and worries and fears. “I still can’t....”

  “I could never regret you…” Vanessa says. “All those weeks of longing….”

Vanessa noticed the sad expression on Charity���s face and tried to lighten the mood.

   “The Emmerdale Post is going to have a field day with this, you know.”

The thing was, Vanessa liked it. She liked those inquisitive, wary looks people had been giving her and Charity ever since the landlady herself had ‘outed them’ back at The Woolpack.

Charity laughs. “I don’t give a damn….”

There’s a touch of amusement in Vanessa’s voice. “Liar….”

Charity stares at her for a moment, before her lips curve into a piercing smile. “Just you, love…”

“Yours...”    Vanessa professes.

She’s pleased to see Charity briefly flustered.

Charity’s smile turned predatory. She thinks as kissing Vanessa’s neck., ‘Yes, mine….’

      “I want you...” Vanessa says, voice hoarse.

“You’re evil….” Charity said in a low tone.

“I think we should go away on holiday…” Vanessa jokes with a grin.

      “Someplace with sun...” Charity replies in a quiet voice.

Arousal thrummed through Charity as she pictured Vanessa.

‘Vanessa clad in a bikini, kneading sunscreen into her sun-kissed skin, licking her way down, tasting a slight hint of papaya from the sunscreen she had eagerly helped her apply…’

Her eyes close as she gives herself over to the indecent thoughts that swirl to life.

“Where did you go just now....” Vanessa murmured like she was reading her thoughts.

“I can’t help myself….” Charity chuckled, opening her eyes and momentarily looks away to gather her thoughts. “I guess I’ve been caught…”

Vanessa’s eyes darken. “It relieves sexual tension to fantasize....” Charity didn’t deny it.

“How about we go back to mine.... and you have your way with me?...” Charity whispers.

Vanessa, however, had other plans. “I’m knackered, it should be easy…”

Charity falters in her steps, as her jaw drops to the floor. “That’s so unfair...”

Vanessa smiled shyly at her... “Charity... I want to know every part of you…”

“Every part…”  Charity’s eyes spark.

“Even the bad bits…” Vanessa confesses, openly.

“It really means a lot to me that you are interested in my past…” Charity comments.

To emphasize her point, Charity draws Vanessa’s hips forward, discreetly urging her to move them apart.

“We’re in public…” Vanessa cries.

“I feel the same about you..." Charity laughed, with a cheeky wink.

“So much to know…Every inch waiting to be discovered...again and again...”

“You’ll have to wait and find out...” Vanessa yelped as the blonde pinched her through clothed skin.

“Fancy coming back to mine? Charity asks, with a suggestive smile.

“Lead the way....”  Vanessa sighed.

“Maybe sneak into the cellar and grab a bottle of wine…”  Charity spoke with a seductive tone.

“Where it all began…” Vanessa agrees. “Start off the celebrations…”

“What’re we commemorating...” Charity asked, with a curious smile.

"To our future..." Vanessa replied as she gazed shyly at the woman.

‘Matching gold wedding bands, You may now kiss your bride……….’

   Charity muses, silently to to herself. ‘Has a nice ring to it…'

Charity took a deep breath before proclaiming. “To new beginnings….”

“Darling…” Vanessa stresses. “..If you don’t get a move on, then I’m afraid I’ll be starting the festivities off by myself….”

Charity’s eyes widen at the hidden innuendo; and lets out a deep laugh. “Come, lover...we’ve got some celebrating to do...”

Vanessa smiles and silently swears she can feel Charity’s laughter carve itself into her bones.

END.

Notes: I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I did not proofread it. ;-)

Original characters: -'Old Man' Fletcher is a character I made up since my knowledge of any older characters’ names are slim to non. -Harvey is inspired by the sleazeball Hollywood Weinsdick. -I know they are the same age in regards to the show but Emma A. is older so 'BYE!'

[ais-for-alex]

Oh gosh I have so many WIPs 😅but here are some

The Scars of Our Past: or sometimes known as Figure Skater au this is an O’knutzy fic where Finn and Logan stumble across Leo a beautiful figure skater who seems to be running from an ambiguous past.

In The Stacks: another o’knutzy fic where Leo is the unfortunate work study that gets to patrol the dark dusty corners of the Harvard library for people having a bit of “extra curricular” fun. However, when he finds Finn and Logan he can’t seem to help but watch.

Racing Faster than Your Beating Heart: this is both O’knutzy and O’Darwin about street racing motorcycles

Homegrown and Humble: Yet another o’knutzy Fic, When Finns grandfather passed away leaving his ranch to Finn and Alex, Finn leaves his home in New York only to come face to face with Logan the beautiful stubborn ranch hand and Leo the sweet veterinarian

Drag Queens and Daydreams: this is a wolfstar reimagined Cinderella story where Remus is both the charming barista that Sirius sees every day and the charismatic drag queen that leaves him stunned

RIDER: this is my Jeddy story, when James becomes the target of a serial killer he goes into hiding with Teddy on the dragon reserve

Thanks for the tag @ziezie13

Tagging @heyitssmiller @fruitcoops and anyone who wants to talk about their WIPs 😊

WIP Tag Game

Alright guys here it is, all my active WIP. Thank you @beedragony for the tag – I love you ❤

Two Worlds Apart: I am actually starting back on this fic today after a bit of a hiatus. The first half is already on AO3 but if you are unfamiliar, it is a jeddy fic. The premise is Harry raised his kids in the muggle world and homeschooled them so James never knew about Hogwarts or his cousins or his god-brother. Also he is a pro-footballer and closeted gay. On the other side, Teddy has grown up to be the Wizarding World’s most famous musician but he is feeling jaded and unfulfilled. When Teddy ventures into the muggle world he runs into James and spills the whole secret. Things take off from there and each chapter alternates between James and Teddy’s point of view.

Forever Bound: This is a short scorbus fic on it’s second draft. This is basically my obligatory forced bonding fic and I plan on collaborating with @beedragony on later drafts because I really like when we write together and also this was just a lot of me projecting us on to poor Scorpius and Albus. I plan to take my time on this one and use it to really develop my writing skills.

Untiled Snowed In Fic: This is the fic inspired by the events of February 14, 2021 AKA The Great Texas Freeze. I have what might loosely considered to be an outline and a couple paragraphs written. Oh! And this one is a Renga fic.

In addition to those three, I have a couple fics plotted out. A jeddy one and an ice age one (both with @beedragony) and also another long drarry fic. I also have some ideas for a couple aspec fics with wolfstar and Ancel/Berenger. Oh! And also a Perciver fic that I would like to write someday. And then a long long list of plot bunnies that may or may not make it off the notes app on my phone.

Lets see,,, I will tag @ais-for-alex, @nerdherderette, @blue-rose-smalls, @avaeryn, @anemonenemerosa

I'll leave it there and of course no pressure tags.

[firstprince-ao3feed]

Wait for me (to come home)

by Sophie1973 When he inherits a lakehouse from his late aunt, Henry doesn’t hesitate and book the first plane to Texas, leaving everything behind, including years of abuse by his grandmother, ceo of a vast hotel empire. Henry begins a journey of healing and self-discovery, seeking to reclaim control over his life and unearth a renewed sense of purpose. And if he finds love in the sparkling brown eyes and charming smile of a handsome veterinarian, well, it’s an unexpected, but welcome, bonus. Words: 3226, Chapters: 1/9, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), Philip Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Martha Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Hotel manager Henry, Veterinarian Alex, small town AU, Fluff, Non-Explicit Sex, Some angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Falling quietly and deeply in love, TW for past mental abuse, not graphic though, Mary is her usual evil self, Philip redemption arc via https://ift.tt/lycZMnv

[denimcharlie]

kidnapped

loosely based on the lana/threadson storyline from American Horror Story: Asylum

i’m not making fun of mental illness, I fully understand it is canon Dennis has BPD but in this either he is still undiagnosed or does not have it.

Mac McDonald had been held captive for exactly 5 days, 12 hours, 45 minutes and 36 seconds.

He trusted the kind looking man when he first met him. He was a veterinarian and Mac's dog Poppins was sick.

It hadn't occurred to him until now that maybe the veterinarian, Mr Reynolds, could possibly be the 'charming' serial killer who skinned his victims with medical precision that all the news anchors were talking about, Mac also hadn't considered he fit the victimology of any of the Philadelphia Skinner's previous victims but he did.

He was muscular, had dark hair and eyes, just like all five previous victims, although all the previous victims were taken from the gay club 'The Rainbow' or the dive bar 'Paddy's Pub'.

Mac found himself on a dirty, creaky bed in Mr Reynolds' basement with his left ankle restrained to the bed, he’d asked for some sort of ointment for the sore ring forming on his ankle from the restraints but Mr Reynolds’ had said that it was all in his mind.

Mr Reynolds, or Dennis as he had told Mac on the second night of his capture, Mac had learnt that none of Dennis’ victims survived past the second night but apparently Dennis was going to wait until he killed Mac because unbeknownst to Mac, Dennis had actually been following him for a long time, he knew that every other Thursday evening, Mac and his friend Charlie Kelly went to visit their mothers who lived together, he knew that Mac often frequented The Rainbow, even though he hadn’t picked him up there, he knew that he had a dog, who was old and sick.

Tyler Johnson was the first victim, he was 23. He was the first victim Dennis picked up from The Rainbow. He’d lasted exactly 24 hours before his various body parts were scattered around South Philly without skin.

Tate Weston was only 19, and Dennis’ youngest victim, he had been picked up after unsuccessfully trying to get wasted at Paddy’s Pub, he was a stoner, a burnout. He only lasted 5 hours before Dennis murdered him, he could not stand his young, incessant wining that he was missing the ‘snapchat’ or some famous rapper’s tweets.

Riley Anderson, oh how Dennis thought Riley was beautiful, such a pure soul, he was the oldest victim so far, only being five years younger than Dennis, and the only victim to last to the second night, Dennis took his time killing him, making sure he savoured every single cry for help, every single drop of blood.

Alex Walker was Dennis’ next victim and the first he stalked, which is how he found out Alex was a trans male, Alex lasted for 30 hours, Dennis had discovered that he was pre-op and didn’t fit his victimology so he had to kill him, the same as all Dennis’ victims, he was scattered throughout South Philly.

Dennis’ final victim before Mac was a young man, Daniel Cooper, he was 29, when Dennis took him it was his birthday, he had been partying at The Rainbow, he was the only victim Dennis had to drug, he was persistent that no matter how many times Dennis flashed his beautiful smile at him, he wasn’t leaving with anyone but his boyfriend, so Dennis slipped something in his drink and pretended to be his boyfriend when he stumbled outside to vomit. He lasted 42 hours before Dennis had to dispose of him.

Mac would be his last victim, he felt Mac was a good end game, Mac was the one who would be missed most, especially by Charlie.

Dennis would’ve taken Charlie too, had he been muscular.

Mac was perfect, dark hair, dark eyes, the right amount of muscular that couldn’t overpower Dennis.

Dennis had explained to Mac that the reason he killed all of the guys he had was because he knew something was not quite right in his head, he had started of like any typical serial killer by killing small animals when he was a child but by the time he was a teenager he had killed the pool man’s son and insisted he had simply gone ‘missing’.

So when Dennis had become a vet he was in his own psychotic heaven, any animal that ‘unfortunately’ passed on the operating table Dennis would take to his basement and skin, he had a collection in the basement, but eventually he became bored of the animals, he wanted a bigger challenge. Humans.

And here Mac found himself, in Dennis’ bright basement, for a basement it was almost clinical.

Mac could see the faint blood stains on the floor, probably from the last victim.

Dennis almost didn’t want to kill Mac, he knew he had to, that’s why he was going to shoot him, quick and virtuously painless.

'Name: Dennis Reynolds

Date of Death: 10/31/17

Cause of Death: Gunshot Wound’

‘Name: Ronald McDonald

Date of Death: 10/31/17

Cause of Death: Gunshot Wound’

Mac McDonald had been held captive for exactly 5 days, 12 hours, 45 minutes and 36 seconds when he died.

[sophie1973]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the lovelies @suseagull04 and @tailsbeth-writes (thank you ❤️)

Since I made some good progress, I'm sharing a snippet of the current wip I'm writing and that I will start posting end of September.

Title : Wait for me (To come home) (Thank you Ed Sheeran for the inspo)

Here is a little summary first :

When he inherits a lakehouse from his late aunt, Henry doesn’t hesitate and book the first plane to Texas, leaving everything behind, including years of abuse by his grandmother, ceo of a vast hotel empire.

Henry begins a journey of healing and self-discovery, seeking to reclaim control over his life and unearth a renewed sense of purpose.

And if he finds love in the sparkling brown eyes and charming smile of a handsome veterinarian, well, it’s an unexpected, but welcome, bonus.

Snippet and Tags under the cut

Just as Henry contemplates ringing the tiny bell on the counter, a door to his left swings open. And Henry's attention is immediately captured, causing his breath to catch in his throat. The newcomer is dressed in light blue scrubs that perfectly complement his warm, brown skin tone. His hair is a riot of glossy, black curls, framing a face that Michelangelo himself could have chiseled. Deep, soulful eyes, the color of rich chocolate, gaze at Henry with curiosity and warmth. And on those eyes, the most incredibly long eyelashes Henry has ever seen. But it is his smile that makes Henry’s heart do a triple salchow. It is a grin that starts in those expressive eyes and spreads across his face like sunshine breaking through clouds. It is open, genuine, and utterly disarming. "Hi there," the man says, his voice a pleasant baritone with a hint of a Southern drawl. "I'm Dr. Alex Claremont-Diaz. Sorry about the wait. Can I help you with something?" Henry finds himself momentarily speechless, his usually eloquent mind struggling to form coherent thoughts. He is vaguely aware that he should respond and explain about David and the check-up, but he can only focus on how Doctor Claremont-Diaz 's curls catch the light and how his eyes crinkle slightly at the corners when he smiles. Realizing he's been staring, Henry clears his throat, willing his brain to reconnect with his mouth. "Hello... I'm Henry. Henry Fox," he manages, inwardly cringing at the unnecessary repetition. "I'm here for my dog." For a moment, those curls and ridiculously long eyelashes had nearly wiped his own name from memory.

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The Linked Charms - Episode 37 (Multi Liverpool players)