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daycourtofficial · 8 months ago

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Princes of Ice

Pairing: modern!Azriel x Eris | WC: 2k | warnings: none

Summary: Eris’s blood pressure is rising when he finds himself alone in the locker room with one of his school’s hockey players. What happens when Eris’s preconceived notions of him might not be what he thinks?

Note: I loved AU day for @erisweekofficial I had like 15 ideas for this day and was typing like a maniac to try to get as many out as possible ❤️ I like the idea of Eris assuming the worst in everyone but being completely wrong lmao

The afternoon air was crisp, a slight breeze making leaves fall from the trees. Campus was beautiful as Nesta Archeron and Eris Vanserra walked through it, their eyes headed straight for the coffee shop in the student union. Eris could feel how badly he wanted the caffeine, practically tasting the pumpkin latte on his tongue as they walked.

The pair were heading toward a geography class together fresh off their pairs rehearsal. The two complemented one another on and off the ice, hardly seen apart - one set of judges even called them ‘beautifully lethal’.

“Can I see your notes from last week? She was speaking about weather hazards around the equator and she kept mumbling. I meant to get them from you after class but-“

“You were too busy sucking Cassian’s cock in his car?”

Nesta doesn't balk at Eris’s crass words, instead falling behind Eris, undoing his bag and digging for his notebook. The sneer was on Eris’s lips, a bite he desperately wanted to unleash.

“It’s not here.”

The bite wason the tip of his tongue, stopping at her words. No, she must have missed it. He was sure he had grabbed it from his locker before leaving. Eris stopped, pulling the bag from his back. He unzipped it fully before setting it on the grass, digging through the neatly organized folders and notebooks to find everything he needed for the day. Everything except for a green notebook that was in his bag instead of the blue one he needed. He rubbed his temple in frustration, annoyance simmering beneath his skin.

“That idiot was grating on my last nerve - I grabbed the wrong notebook.”

Nesta didn’t need Eris to clarify which member of their school’s hockey team he was referring to. They all had nicknames that he and Nesta once spent a drunken night determining - sun-kissed prick, annoying prick, dumb brute. Eris had insisted that Azriel was an idiot, that no one that pretty could be nice or have any functioning brain cells.

“You know-“

“Shut up, Nesta. Just because your dumb boyfriend is a hockey player doesn’t mean you like his teammates.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“You’ve never slept with a guy more than twice and your little car romp makes for a fourth time. I’ll consider you engaged soon enough.”

Eris put his bag over his shoulder, turning as he spoke to Nesta over his shoulder. “Get me a coffee - I’ll meet you in class.”

Eris marched back across campus, not bothering to wait for Nesta’s response. The trip back to the rink allowed Eris ample time to stew in his annoyance, his teeth grinding as he moved.

Fucking Azriel.

Oak University’s dominating right winger. The counterpart to Nesta’s boy toy Cassian, Eris had caught glimpses of him during team practices or during his and Nesta’s practices when the hockey team would be filing in, waiting for their time slot.

Fucking prick.

Eris didn’t like most people - they were tiresome and tedious. Most people he could brush off, the thought of them not lingering long enough in his brain for him to think too much about them. Something about Azriel dug beneath his skin, that prick nestling in just so he could always feel that shoot of annoyance at any mention of him.

By the time Eris had made it back to the rink, he was practically marching through the sports complex. A man on a mission. If he was quick, he could grab his notebook and make it to their geography lecture with about ten minutes to spare.

He pushed through the women’s hockey team as they left through the lobby, their time on the ice ending not so long ago.

One of them muttered ‘pretty boy’ beneath her breath, receiving no response as he continued to push past them. It was hard for any of the names to truly bother him - he had heard it all before from his own father and then some. His father was a cruel man who saw figure skating as a sport for ‘pansies and homosexuals’, but he still funded Eris’s adolescent career because of his mother’s pleading and the fact that Eris was undeniably skilled on the ice. He had even appeared in the last Winter Olympics a year and a half prior. His previous partner and him weren’t up to Olympic standards, but he moved forward to the world’s stage in the singles category.

He had placed a hare’s breath away from a medal. When he came to Oak University, his previous partner, Julia, went to a different school so he worked to convince his coach to pair him and Nesta up.

Renovations were being done to several parts of the rink before the season kicked up, including the small locker room for the figure skaters at the school. Nesta had been furious at the news they’d have to utilize the hockey team’s locker room, but not an ounce of insecurity came from her after every practice. Nesta made a statement - each time she’d get through the door, she’d immediately strip off and walk naked to the showers, her eyes daring anyone to stare for too long.

Eris had a much smaller act of defiance. He had considered jacking off in the showers every time he used them, hoping he could clog the drains and ruin the team’s cushy locker room. But that plan quickly fell through due to the realization that if their drains were messed up, they would simply come to their freshly renovated locker room and ruin it.

So, he chose pissing in the shower instead. It satisfied that desire in him to be petty just enough to prevent him from doing actual damage.

A handful of lockers weren’t in use, the team always having a few spare lockers, so Eris and Nesta had claimed the two in the corner. He pushed open the doors to the locker room, knowing that the men’s hockey team were watching tape today, their practice having ended half an hour ago. Nobody should be in here - hopefully his blood pressure won’t get too high just by being in the locker room. The door swung shut behind him, his mouth puckering in annoyance at the tan skin before him.

The idiot.

Nesta once called Azriel a “pretty boy with sad eyes that have women declaring they can fix him”.

Eris could handle walking the twenty feet toward his locker, not even acknowledging the man, and heading back for his lecture. Surely he could do that and not pop a blood vessel.

Eris truly had no idea what it was about the man that infuriated him so much. The two had hardly spoken - but whenever Azriel looked at him, he didn’t see the sad eyes Nesta saw. He saw something all-consuming, like a burning fire of hatred.

As a queer man with feminine interests, Eris knew what that look meant. I can see you. I know what you are. Different.

Eris didn’t glance at Azriel as he moved to his locker, the only one in this room with a lock on it. Nesta didn’t care - “if any of those pricks look through my shit, I’ll know.” Eris couldn’t leave it to chance. Not after having a father who insisted on prying apart every ounce of privacy Eris had.

No, he had to make sure no one would touch his stuff.

He found the notebook quite easily, a sigh escaping him at the mistake, catching himself before he slammed his forehead into it at his incompetence.

“Forget something?”

Eris turned his head to find Azriel standing less than a foot away from him, his tattoos peeking out from the fitted black tee he wore. Azriel’s jaw moved as he chewed his gum, a minty smell hitting Eris’s nose, his eyes following the sharpline with each movement.

“No, I wanted to come back and remember exactly what had been in my locker.” The man smirked, his eyes looking up and down at Eris as he chewed.

I’m going to die in a locker room. It was the only thought Eris had, his jaw ticking at the cliche: a queer man being killed by a man who dominates in a violent sport. How lovely - he’d become a statistic.

“I saw you practicing today.”

Eris hummed, no idea where Azriel was heading with his sentence, his eyes preoccupied with putting the notebook away and shitting his locker.

“I never got figure skating until I watched you on the ice.”

Eris’s head snapped up, shocked that Azriel was still speaking to him, much less complimenting him. A compliment? A compliment?

“You didn’t understand figure skating until today?”

Azriel’s cheeks reddened, his eyes looking down before meeting Eris’s. “I actually caught your performance in the Winter Olympics. I knew nothing about the sport, but I thought you were robbed.”

He had whispered the last part conspiratorially, as if he were on the judging panel. Eris’s stomach was flipping through his torso at how low Azriel’s voice got.

“Why’d you watch figure skating?”

He scratched his jaw, the lightest hint of a five o’clock shadow coating his sharp jawline. “My cousin’s really into it- she loves the outfits, the storytelling.” His voice deepened, “the way figure skaters look.”

Eris’s heart was pounding in his chest, nearly jumping from within his ribcage. Was he flirting? Was this a joke? If it was, he wouldn’t let Azriel win.

“I’m shocked something without violence could keep a hockey player’s attention.”

He laughed. It was big and joyous, a sound just for Eris in this big empty room. The corner of his mouth twitched before he quickly corrected it back into a scowl.

“I was too. I watched lots of other skaters, but I only really followed your career and when I saw you here for the first time, I couldn’t believe it.”

Eris’s mouth dropped in the revelation. Azriel had been following his career?

“To be honest, I was pretty nervous to speak to you, especially when they said we’d be sharing a locker room.”

Nervous? He had always been glaring at Eris anytime he saw him. Eris had always glared back.

Eris raised a brow, a questioning look that caused Azriel to keep speaking.

“You always look so devoted when practicing. It’s cute.”

Eris was sure he must have fallen on his way to the rink, his head bleeding out on some sidewalk as an ambulance wailed in the distance. He kept silent, for the first time in his life no words came to him.

“I never see you without Nesta.”

Was there a touch of sadness to Azriel’s tone? Or was Eris imagining it?

“She’s a friend.”

Something about his words changed the look Azriel had. His hazel eyes twinkled at Eris causing a heat to creep up his neck. He couldn’t process what was happening before Azriel surged forward, his hand wrapping around the back of Eris’s neck, pulling him forward to meet his lips. His tongue swiped across Eris’s lips, Eris holding the collar of Azriel’s black tee tight to hold himself up. His knees threatened to buckle beneath him, Azriel’s chest pushing him into the lockers all that was keeping him up.

He tasted of mint, the shock pulling all of the air from Eris’s lungs. Eris moved his hands up his collar, his hands grasping Azriel’s jaw instead as he kissed back just as fervently. It felt like Azriel was trying to force life into him with a kiss and by gods was it working.

The locker clanged behind them as Azriel’s knees hit them, caging Eris in even further. Hands moved through Eris’s hair, fingers tangling in the red locks. Eris could hardly breathe, his mouth only leaving Azriel’s long enough to get a quick breath before their lips met again.

A banging on the door interrupted them and as quickly as he was on him, Azriel had pulled back, moving away from the redhead. Eris was still grabbing the air, his hands where Azriel had just been.

“See you later, Eris.”

Eris’s eyes were blown wide as Azriel turned and walked out of the locker room, the echo of Cassian’s voice greeting Azriel the only sound in the room. He clutched his chest, desperate to get his racing heart to slow down. He felt around in his mouth, his tongue meeting the gum Azriel had been chewing, unsure when it had gotten there.

What the fuck?

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tiredofthehumanlife · 4 months ago

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New Year, New Career

barbie dolls: boss!Regulus Black x gn! Secretary!reader

word: 7.2k

summary: office au, black brothers run a publishing company, youre regulus’ assisstant, idk they have simmering tewnsion, they are cool and i like them so yeah read it please cuz i had to so now you have to

warnings: modern ish I personally was thinking like 2000s romcom but idk what you feel, this was supposed to be short 😔, food and eating mentioned, slight mention that regulus used to skip meals so he could work more, slight mention of healthy relationship weight gain, mention that you're proud of regulus gaining a little weight, istg it's not a feeder thing I just thought it was cute cuz like his assistant makes such a big impact on his life that he-, one mention of breeding Sirius I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY, Remus likes Sirius, open ended ending, really dumb character moment to further the plot idk take it up w my manager, fun and joy ig

part two

You actually moderately enjoyed your job. Of course, it was real fucking boring, answering calls, reading emails, and setting up meetings weren’t exactly your favorite parts of life but it wasn’t terrible. You could’ve gone somewhere else, maybe do taxes or even become a writer yourself. Though you doubted anyone would pick up your books anyway. But would any other job have a boss as hot as your current one? You doubted it.

Black Brothers Publishing was your top pick because you’d seen The Black Brothers on your walk to the meeting room where you were being interviewed. You knew you couldn’t find another job as entertaining as this one. Sirius Black was sipping on his mug, yammering to his brother while Regulus flipped through a folder.

“I told them the tomato thing was weird, they didn’t listen of course, and now look where they are,” Sirius said, taking another sip of his coffee or tea, or whatever was in that mug. Regulus looked up, glaring at Sirius.

“Bankrupt. I know Sirius…” Regulus glanced over in your direction as you passed by them, following after the interviewer. When your eyes connected you felt something tug you towards him. You could feel something switch in your head, making the lights warmer and colors brighter. Metaphorically of course. You stopped in your tracks, tilting your head at him. Regulus’ head turned in the same direction as yours, eyes squinted like he was studying you. Sirius's hand flew in front of Regulus’ face, snapping. You were pulled from the connection, looking back at the interviewer. She was already three feet ahead of you. You chased after her, trying to put the interaction behind you entirely.

Were you expecting to get the job after that interaction, Absolutely not. But did you receive a call in two days, saying you got the job and started training Monday, yes you did. You’ve had a feeling Regulus called in a few favors since day one but you’re not complaining. You were hired full-time after a week of training under the previous assistant. According to him, Regulus was a fine boss. He was orderly, everything needed to be perfect and he needed time slots added to his schedule for cooling down time when he stared out the window with a dead look on his face. You didn’t question anything, nodding along.

You settled in quickly. Once you got the basics you knew how Regulus worked. He pulled you along with him to work parties to keep track of who he was speaking to, how many appointments he promised to people, and most importantly, the time he could fucking leave. You picked up his lunch order oftentimes from a small sandwich shop a short walk away.

When you slipped into his office with the branded bag, he was usually on his phone. You set out his food and drink, tossing the bag into his small trashcan nearby. Regulus turned around. He held up his hand so you would wait. He leaned his head to the side, pressing the phone to his shoulder. Regulus reached forward, picking up one of the wrapped sandwiches. He stuck it out to you. You raised a brow, wondering to who you were supposed to deliver the sandwich.

Regulus pointed at you, pulling that hand away to cover the bottom of his phone. He whispered that it was for you. You paused, smiling at him with a suspicious look.

Strange.

You took it from his desk, taking a step backward. Regulus gave you a small smile, turning back to his phone with disdain. You held the sandwich close to you as you began walking back to your station outside his office.

It happened every time he ordered food outside the office. He’d pop his head out the door to ask what you wanted. You weren’t embarrassed by it at all. If anything you were joyous. Sometimes you’d feel bad he was paying for all your lunches and he’d always reply that the effort you put into your work was more than enough payback.

Regulus even dragged you along to meetings you were sure he didn’t need you for. You knew this because Sirius never brought his assistant. Sometimes even the people they were meeting with asked about it.

You were walking through the lobby, following after Regulus and Sirius. A few steps behind because unfortunately you did get very briefly distracted by a very nice flower plant in one of the large pots.

“Mr. Black, I do fear I’m not properly prepared for this. I’ve only been with the company, much less working for you, for a few months. I still can't figure out where people are finding the extra copy paper. If there isn’t any paper in the printer, I go upstairs to the part of the office I have no business being in so I can copy paperwork. I don’t even understand why you need me he-“ You stepped over the elevator gap, silently hoping you didn’t drop anything. Regulus and Sirius turned around in sync, making your eyebrows furrow. You stepped around Regulus, standing behind him. Regulus hummed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Which is why I brought you. You go out of your way to make sure my company-“

“Our company.” Sirius jutted in, tilting his head back to give you a grin.

“-Runs smoothly. You would rather go to an entirely different floor than waste time trying to find the extra copy paper. Which by the way is in the cabinets in the printer room. You’re quite smart. I’d like you to just sit in, and take notes if you want to. I don’t particularly care. I just want you to see this part. I think it’s important. We’re a team. You support me, I support you. I support our company, our company supports us.” Regulus said, allowing Sirius to press the button on the elevator wall.

Sirius and Regulus were usually in suits though today it made you extra weary. At around 10 a.m. every day, Regulus slipped his suit jacket off, and around noon, Regulus rolled his sleeves up. Around three he loosened his tie. Currently, it was 1 p.m. and he was still wearing his jacket. It was unusual to find him this dressed at this time of day. Much less that he made you stand outside the restroom with Sirius as he fixed his hair. Now his curls were perfectly placed instead of finger combed and messy. You completely understood why assistants slept with their bosses.

Furthermore, you understood why the Black family lineage was as strong as it was because holy shit you didn’t realize your other boss could look like that. Sirius was rarely dressed professionally. He often came to work looking more like a lost, though stylish, delivery driver than the head of a very wealthy company. Now in a suit and his hair precisely braided down his back, you’d casually breed him. You almost missed the beat-up leather jacket and messy curls piled up at the top of his head. At least then you had self-control. You completely understood why his assistant stared at him with those big wide brown eyes now.

”And my name is Regulus, not Mr. Black.” Regulus tilted his head back, glancing down at your lips chin for a moment before pulling his eyes back to yours. When he turned back around, you quickly wiped at your chin, hoping you rubbed away whatever he was looking at. Sirius looked over Regulus’ shoulder at you. He gave you a soft smile, pulling his shoulders back and lifting his chin. You followed his silent directions, squaring your shoulders and lifting your chin.

You held it high as you followed the two of them to the meeting room, and when you sat down next to Regulus. You tried to keep it high as all the important company people glanced at you uncomfortably. Regulus and Sirius all shook hands as they were greeted with their names. Mr. Black this, Mr. Black that. Eventually one of them finally mentioned it, asking who you were. Regulus of course said you were his assistant. They, of course, asked why you were there. It was a meeting on their work together as two companies not much of a learning opportunity. You felt yourself shirk. No matter how much you wanted to act like you belonged you knew you didn't. Regulus furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward on the table.

“Personally I would watch my mouth when a contract that could only help your company is in the air and undecided. That might just be a personal habit.” Regulus said, staring blankly at them. Sirius glanced over at you, and then Regulus. He hummed, looking back to the other company head.

“I suggest you start picking up after him,” Sirius said, sitting back to pull his braid over his shoulder. Regulus waited for them to respond. A muttered sorry before they moved on, clearing their throats. Regulus looked at you. You stared at him, silently questioning if you could leave yet. You didn’t want to be taken to one of these meetings ever again. Regulus’ hand moved from the table, pressing two fingers under your chin. He tilted your head up, before looking back to the actual meeting.

Maybe the behavior between you two wasn’t regular boss-employee behavior, but it was Regulus boss-employee behavior. It worked for you two and the publishing company hadn’t fallen yet.

You kept your eyes on your computer as you typed out another paragraph. You had flown through all the tasks Regulus asked of you. Then you finished 10 levels of solitaire. Not necessarily won, just finished. You got so bored you decided to entertain your new side project. You were writing a book. If you could even classify it as a book. It wasn’t much and you didn’t plan to take it anywhere you just wanted to get the story out onto paper. Or a digital document in this case.

Your mind and fingers flew together as you pumped out words. You were pulled away from the world when a hand flashed in front of you. You looked up, pausing your typing to stare at Siruis’ assistant, Remus Lupin. He gave you a small smile, a stack of files in his arms. You’d talked a few times, at work parties and lunch breaks. You worked similar jobs for similar people so of course it was easy to become causal friends. What’s worse is you both had similar feelings for your respective bosses. You smiled brightly at him, turning your chair slightly away from your computer.

“Hey, Remus.” He smiled back, lifting two of his fingers from the bottom of his file stack as a wave.

“Sirius wants me to give these to Regulus. I think you can do that?” He stuck the files out towards you. You smiled and nodded. You stood from your chair, taking the stack from Remus. Remus sighed.

“He’s working me to the bone today, I’ve had to go to the coffee shop twice today so I think he’s stressed out. Maybe even pulled an all-nighter.” Remus said, pressing his hands to his hips. You hummed sympathetically.

“Sometimes when Regulus gets like that I go out and get him a chocolate croissant and a mint tea. Then I take all his calls for an hour or so, he gets some quiet time.” You offered. Remus glanced up at the ceiling, plotting. He let out a breath through his nose, nodding. He reached over onto your desk, scribbling down on a Black Brother’s Publishing branded memo pad. He ripped the page off, folding it and shoving it into his pocket.

“Thank you, I’ll let you know if it works,” Remus said before quickly walking off towards Sirius’ office. You moved away from your desk knocking on Regulus’ door. He called you in. You pushed the door open, heading straight to his desk. He looked up from his computer, giving you a small smile. Regulus pulled his hands away from his keyboard, giving you all his attention. You dropped the stack of files onto his desk.

“These are from Sirius.” Regulus frowned and stared at the stack. He thumbed through a few of the pages before looking over to the clock. Regulus smiled up at you.

“Luckily it’s our lunch break. This, I can worry about in 50 minutes.” Regulus said, standing up. You hummed, feeling your lips tip up. It didn’t take much from him to make you smile. He snatched his phone off his desk, unlocking it.

“Sandwiches?” He asked, looking away from the screen to you. You held your hands behind your back, humming thankfully at Regulus.

“I’d love that.” Regulus started dialing before pressing his phone to his ear. You spun around. ”I’ll go make you some tea.” You muttered before heading off to the break room.

You didn’t mind getting Regulus snacks and drinks during the day. He always let you go home an hour early, though you mostly ended up staying anyway. He was hot too so getting to make him smile and well-fed made you quite happy. When you first started Remus told you Regulus’ last assistant told him that Regulus rarely ever ate because he’d so wrapped in his work. It was easy for you to fix that. You set a simple snack routine, coming in his office every few hours to drop off a snack and linger your hand on his shoulder, while you stared at what he was working on. He always seemed convinced by your touch and presence, dropping his pen to scoop up his snack. You’d hate to gloat but he’s already complained about how his clothes are a little snug now. Healthy weight gain, you’re really making good progress with this assiant thing.

You carried Regulus’ tea and your drink that you took from the vending machine back towards his office. You paused when you saw him on the phone, standing behind your desk, and staring at your computer. You picked up your pace, keeping an eye on Regulus’ tea so it didn’t spill. You joined him at his side, setting down your drink and his tea. You stared over his shoulder as he slowly scrolled down the pages of your side project. You held onto his arm, trying to pull him away from the computer. Regulus looked up, glancing at you before looking back at the screen.

“No. No mustard…Yes, thank you. The name will be Regulus. Yes, I know it is a little unique. Right, thank you.” Regulus muttered into the speaker of his phone. You tugged on his arm again, silently begging for him to look anywhere else. Regulus hung up his phone, shoving it into his pocket. He turned to you, pointing at the screen.

“When did this manuscript come in? Why haven’t I seen this yet?” Regulus asked, glancing back at the screen. You shook your head, reaching around him to click a key on your keyboard, turning your screen off. You mentally kick yourself for not doing that before you left your desk. Regulus frowned at you.

“It’s not a manuscript, Regulus.” You said. You pulled up Regulus’ tea, handing it to him. Regulus gently took the cup from your hands, humming and glancing back at the screen like he could see it again.

“Well where’d you get it, it’s really good?” Regulus said, taking a sip from his tea. You looked away from him, deciding to reorganize a stack of papers. You weren’t sure what to say to him. It was okay at best, much less you didn’t get it from anywhere other than your own brain. You decided to stay silent and completely ignore your boss. Regulus leaned forward into your view, raising an eyebrow. You huffed and glared at Regulus. Regulus dropped his shoulders, staring at you with a knowing look.

“Well?” Regulus urged, taking another sip from his tea.

“I didn’t get it from anywhere. I wrote it.” You muttered. You hoped he didn’t hear you and wouldn’t bother asking again. Regulus sucked in a soft breath, setting his tea back down on your desk.

“You wrote it? Wow, why didn’t you tell me you wrote so well? Much less that you were writing a book. Can I see more of it?” Regulus said, clacking at your keyboard to wake your screen. You glared at him more as he leaned down to try to decipher your password.

“What’s your password?” Regulus asked. You shook your head, swatting his hands away. You lightly pushed him away and stood between Regulus and your computer.

“I didn’t tell you because it’s just a side project, it’s nothing astronomical or anything. Furthermore, If I will even will finish it. Even if I did give it to you, you’d probably publish it just because you know me and then I’m a product of nepotism or something.” You said, caging your computer behind your back with your arms.

Regulus frowned at you. His shoulders sank. He moved forward gently settling his hand on your side. You stared into his eyes, getting swept away in his curls resting on his forehead. You waited for him to move forward and even brush his lips against yours. He slowly moved you to the side, tugging you just a smidge closer. You felt your chest squeeze, itching to feel his lips on you already. You wouldn’t mind if he pulled you into his office now. You know how to close the fancy curtains on the window wall. Regulus pulled away, leaning down towards your now-open computer.

“Is your password ‘password’?” Regulus asked, typing out his attempt on your password. You paused, letting the moment wash over you. You tried to let the very inappropriate experience and thoughts slip away, but he was still so close to you.

“Maybe it’s your birthday,” Regulus muttered, typing on your keyboard again. You finally felt your mind and body rejoin, pulling yourself away from your thoughts. You pushed Regulus away from your computer, typing in your password. He smiled at you, gently rubbing your shoulder in thanks. You stepped away, giving Regulus free rein on your book. He reached back, stealing your chair. He scooted up to the computer, settling in with his tea to read through it. You rolled your eyes and gathered your things to go get the order from the sand shop.

Maybe Regulus was a bit strange. Maybe you kind of enjoyed that strange part of him. Maybe he really did like your writing, or maybe he just really liked you. As his assistant or otherwise, you weren’t fully sure yet. Either way, he complimented your work all throughout your shared lunch. You let him talk your ear off, busing yourself with your rather good sandwich. Regulus continued to smother you in compliments as he followed you back to your desk with his half-eaten sandwich.

“I’ll have to send it to Sirius. Email it to me, would you?” Regulus said before chomping into his sandwich. You ignored him, continuing your game of solitaire.

”Please?” Regulus said. You looked away from your screen, finding Regulus widening his eyes and sticking out his bottom lip. You sat for a moment, pretending you knew how to hold yourself together when he looked like that. You sighed through your nose, turning back to your computer. Regulus didn’t need to see you open your email, he already knew he won.

“Thank you.” He muttered. You sent Regulus the email before pulling up Remus’ email. You silently typed up a small rant to Remus as Regulus continued his speech to you, taking a few breaks to chew.

Dear Remus,

I hope this email finds you well, I fear I may have made a large mistake. Regulus has found my side project. He will not let me rest. He has been talking to me about it for the past hour. I find it frustrating. Regulus won’t even allow me to work, he is leaning against my desk as I type this. He has forced me to send him my writing so he can send it to Sirius. I apologize that I have now passed on this issue to you as well. This is spreading like a bad flu. Remus, I do hope you find me a lovely coffin. I would prefer that I am buried in my best rather than my work attire. I fear Regulus might follow me home to continue to tell me about how much he loves the book I haven’t finished. He has begun-

“What are you typing?” Regulus asked through his mouthful. You paused, looking over to Regulus.

“Small email to Remus about the work I finished, he needed me to type something out to him.” You said, giving Regulus a small grin. Regulus nodded.

“Right, as I was saying, I really like when-”

He has begun explaining the plot points I have written to me. Remus, please find me help, I’m not sure I can continue to live like this. Remus, I find that I prefer being trapped in small talk than this.

Warm regards, your coworker

You sent the email, pulling back open your solitaire. You continued to pull the cards around as Regulus continued to not shut up. You threw in a few hums every now and then to pretend you were listening. Your computer let out a quiet ring as you received a new email. You pulled it open quickly.

Favorite coworker,

sounds like a skill issue

Warmest regards, Remus Lupin

You let out a sigh, closing out your email to look back at Regulus. He gave you a small smile, continuing to talk about your story. He seemed to have gotten through another three bites. Progress is progress you suppose.

part two

#regulus black #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x you #regulus black x reader #regulus x reader #the marauders era #marauders fic #the marauders #marauders era #marauders #trans regulus #black brothers #the black brothers #background wolfstar #wolfstar

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stabbyfoxandrew · 1 month ago

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Guardian angel Neil please xx

WIP Wednesday (3/19) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 288)

Nicky parks the car and lets out a huge sigh before heading inside. Andrew watches him go and passes the time talking to Neil. The windows to the GS are tinted a bit, so no one will see him talking to himself. And if they do, they'll assume he's a mental patient. So... he's in the best place for such an accusation. They discuss anything and everything, except this weekend. Andrew had banned Drake from discussion with Neil after he tried bringing him up yesterday.

With twelve minutes left of the hour, Nicky comes out of Reddin with a complex expression on his face. Andrew gets out of the car and passes him on the way in. From the looks of things he's leaving Neil with a front-row seat for Nicky's post-therapy breakdown. Andrew's such a regular around here no one tries to stop him from going back. No one asks his name or if he's got an appointment either. He just goes back to Bee's office and pushes the door shut behind him.

Bee blinks up at him, looking surprised to see him. It must be an act. Surely Nicky mentioned Andrew had commandeered the end of his slot.

"Hello Andrew, are you doing alright?" She asks, turning towards her tiny filing cabinet to rifle through her folders to find his.

"I came to tell you that I saw Drake this weekend." Andrew says. Uncharacteristically, Bee's jaw goes slack and she drops the file in her hands. She rights herself quickly, scooping all the papers back into the folder and turning to give him her complete attention.

"How did that go?"

"He is dead." Andrew says with a shrug. Betsy's eyes go huge and owlish behind her glasses as she asks what happened. "Why, Betsy. Is that an accusation?"

"It was concern, Andrew. Tell me what happened." Bee says, looking like she's prepared to defend him in a court of law. Andrew is amused at the notion, but tells her precisely what transpired in the Hemmick's house. Bee looks as close to angry as he's ever seen her when he explains how they'd hidden Drake in their home. "So... You had nothing to do with it?"

"I have witnesses, Bee. I was downstairs the entire time." Andrew says, holding a hand up like he's about to go on trial. "Apparently the consensus was he tripped down the stairs and broke his neck. We did not stay long enough to get the coroner's opinion."

"You left the Hemmicks with a dead man on their stairs?"

"Yes. He was their guest, wasn't he. Besides, I had to get Aaron out of there—" Andrew cuts off with a swallow. He can tell Betsy is going to latch onto that, so he clears his throat. “I just thought I should tell you as soon as possible. You always ask me to tell you about good things that happen in my life. So, there you are. A good thing for this weekend. I would have told you over the phone but I felt it was in-person news.”

"You're right," Bee starts. "Did you want to talk—"

“No time, Bee. It's not Wednesday, remember. It's not my day. I only came by to say Ding dong, Drake is dead. I would've brought confetti for us to throw, but Nicky was too nervous to stop at the store on the way over. So we'll just have to make do with this," Andrew says, pointing exaggeratedly to his smile. He glances up at the clock to see he's about to encroach on some non-relative's Betsy-Time and stands up. "See you next time."

#betsy just: jesus andrew this is a lot of information to digest in 6 minutes. and now i have to put this in the back of my mind bc i have #another patient on their way in??????#also : ) originally this part went... Differently. but like... i changed it. i can't remember how different it was gonna be but it was??#andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Guardian Angel Neil AU #🕊️#answered #anon

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anitabrassi · 11 days ago

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First Lines tag

I was tagged by @applysome to share the first lines of some of my recent stories and/or WIPs. Since I don't want to repeat sentences of my published (very recently) fics, I picked up some WIPs. I love doing these little games.

These are random picks from my folder - some I am actively writing and some are sorta frozen in place.

Also please bear in mind these are not checked and edited at all, and English is not my first language.

Ovation Viper 1979 AU Joshlex story of how Alex got his discontinued Ovation Viper guitar

"You should smile more, Alex. Like this." Taylor flashes her ridiculously huge smile – it's little bit too toothy, little bit hysterical, but Alex fears to be blinded nevertheless. "You're no longer in your gloomy England, you're in California now. Everyone smiles in California, sun makes you smile in California. Give them what they want. Smile through the tears!" She puts up a show, not just for him, but for everyone around. Taylor is a star at Momo's Diner and she can do no wrong – no one dares to say she's embarassing or fake, because the thing is, she's right. She truly is an embodiement of Californian girl and Californian approach to life, although she's from far Tennessee. No one can tell. She's got Californian heat and everlasting sun etched into her skin, her freckles, her beach hair, her smile, her eyes colour of Californian sky. Bunch of colleagues collected around their smoking spot behind the building hums in agreement. She's serious all of sudden. "No, really, you should smile more. Chat with people, make them ease a bit. It helps."

Bad Cop, Good Cop it's just Milex smut and it's, well, 18+

He'd just opened the entrance door - home, sweet home - when staccato of swift trot filled his ears and hot, yet breezy breath spoke against freshly shaven skin on his nape, "Miles Kane? You're under arrest." Taken aback in moment of surprise, he could hear and feel the metal hoop of handcuffs locking around his right wrist, along with birds chirping gleefully in the street, oblivious to the injustice going on at entrance of his own home, and then Alex pushed him through the door into the hallway. They'd talked about this, a long long time ago. So long the idea had even exited Miles' head completely already, but it was hammered back in when Alex pressed him against the wall with full force of his body and locked the other half of handcuffs around his left hand. It emitted sharp metallic sound, loud ktktktktk as the mechanism of the cuff locked itself in place. He did it very quickly and very experiencedly. This was the moment when Miles was probably expected to start fighting back - but he was just too shocked and little bit out of focus too, feeling like he's a main star of some nowadays Truman Show.

work title: Cargo a mysterious Milex/Joshlex fic, very AU

Two days prior, he gets a small envelope with key inside and an instruction "Just for a case of emergency". He doesn't know what that means or what the key is for, but he doesn't ask, because it's part of his job - you do not ask questions, you do not talk shit, you follow orders. You just drive. He waits for his employer outside the bank. The money he'll see in a leather case in Mr Kane's hand will be for him, a nice fat pack of cash he can put under his pillow later and have a sweet dreams laying his head over it. He weighs the key in his palm - it's small, black, very simple. Light almost as feather. Mr Kane gets out of the building, good mood written all over his face. Josh slips the key back into the envelope and puts it into inner pocket of his suit jacket. He's a jolly fellow, Mr Kane, or at least on the very first glance; gets into the car, greets Josh swiftly and takes off his sunglasses. Offers him a mint gum, but Josh has his own stored in a slot behind the shifter, next to coffee in small paper cup. "For you, sir," Josh says and hands the coffee cup over to his employer. "From Savorini's." Mr Kane is careful not to burn his fingers. "Thanks. You're fucking best, you know that?"

work title: Bang it's Milex AU

"Oi! The fuck! Ya bloody wanker! Stop the ca–" An inevitable impact. There is a loud bang, deafening crash, the sound of crackling glass followed by hysterical, piercing and endless sound of a horn. Miles stops shouting at the rear-view mirror and jumps out of his old Ford. He runs through the puddles although he got his expensive shoes on, the only pair he's got for occasions like running errands in the town and attending family celebrations. An unknown car is wedged into his old green tractor all of sudden and people are already getting out of their homes, the horn still yelling, rallying curious bystanders. "Ya fucking madman!" Miles keeps ranting on, the rhythm of it joining the beat of his quick run towards the crashed car.

Everyone of my writing mutuals was already tagged, so don't forget to do that!

#tag game #anita writes #wip #milex fanfiction #joshlex fanfiction

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stellarislune · 1 year ago

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Andrew x Darling ; Rewind AU pt 1

your 'drunken' last ditch effort confession towards the literature professor was unsuccessful. about two years into the future, you end up as andrew's assistant. (featuring our beloved luca ⭐✨)

LISTENER's POV

Large crowds of students, the road buzzing with cars going around and about in and out of the parking lot, and the looming view of the university's main building, looks absolutely nostalgic from where you stand.

It has been two long years since you have last stepped inside the academy's grounds. The familiar warmth of the memories you have had bubbled within your chest. Your gaze can't help but linger at the view. It is still beautiful and majestic, like it has always been.

Two years. It has been two years since you have graduated with a bachelor's degree, and a bittersweet regret.

You clutch your folder containing your approved resumé and application forms before heading in.

Throughout the past twenty three months, you have had a hard time finding a job that suits your taste — and one that is nearer to your current apartment. Your parents have always been kind enough to fund your education, and that kindness has extended even after you have finished college. Still, you are ashamed to not have found a suitable job until now. And the said job is at your own alma mater that is!

Finally, Finally. You were able to get a slot as a teacher assistant to one of the departments in the academy. They posted a job advertisement on one of their main pages during the holidays, and you managed to get your entry in there during the last few days of the application process.

It was nerve-wracking to wait for an email from them since you were not confident that you can bag a job; but, here you are now. Ready to have the chance to showcase your skills after all those horrid months of unproductivity!

You do need to check which specific department you’re assigned to so you came in earlier than you should have. They did not specify which spots on each college department were open, so you’re hoping that you get lucky enough to be under someone who will be patient in showing you the ropes.

Your face warms up and your heart beats faster with each stride towards the main office. The door is still the same old mahogany wood with a glass window at the upper half. From outside, you can see the people hurrying to and fro. Your hands went cold as you contemplated whether to go in or not. It’s not like you’ll be reprimanded or something, right? Haha.

After what seemed like forever, you opened the door and was greeted by a swarm of cubicles past the lounge. There’s people answering telephones, holding papers, and typing down on their computers. It's a whole different thing now that you're no longer a student.

There you were, fidgeting, not knowing what to do or where to go next, when a familiar black-haired man passed right down the aisle with a phone attached to their ear.

You gasp silently.

While he looks a lot more mature in his stature and pose, you can never forget his adorably sweet voice that greets you whenever you get the chance to talk. There you go, turning your head to confirm your thought, and you knew it. It’s really him.

Luca.

The person whom you have gotten close with ever since you started passing all your requirements in your literature class in person in his assigned professor's office. He's one of the remarkable—skittish but cute—hardworking teacher assistants that you have had the pleasure of knowing. You overhear the conversation being something about reprinting old test papers before Luca turns the phone off and puts it in his pocket.

You were about to call him with a wave of your hand as a greeting, but it looks like he noticed you already. His face blooms into a warm, excited smile as he sees you.

"Oh my gosh, Listener! You're here!!!" Luca immediately clings to you, wrapping you in his arms and just lifting you off the ground by a few centimeters in a swift bear hug. His warmth creeped into your own. "I haven't seen you in so long. I couldn't believe it!"

You laugh softly, hugging him real tight in return. "I missed you too, Luca! By a huge amount!" You huff as you let go of his arms first. "How are you? You owe me a lot of detail, mister. And, before you complain, my phone got stolen and-my laptop is broken so I had to get a new one. I was incredibly unlucky, I know.”' You cross my arms, shaking your head with a sigh.

"Well, ask away then, Listener. But first, let's head over there”, he points at the lounge area. “You're in luck because it's my free time for the next two hours~ All that's left for me is to clean up and box all my things in Andrew's office. " Luca leads you over to one of the long, red sofas that highly contrast the beige walls and the cream floor.

Box all his things? What-

"So," he starts as he sits down, facing you with interest sparkling in his eyes, "what brings you here all of sudden? Surely not to visit me right cause I am taken and I—"

You smack him with one of the pillows on the sofa. Earning a snort from the other. He shielded himself with his arm so his face wasn't harmed at any point—not that pillows can do that much damage anyway.

"Shut up, I already know how gay you are." You groan and roll your eyes, followed with a burst of a giggle. "You're so annoying."

"Pft, only because you're my friend! It's a privilege~ And, you literally love me. I'm the cutest person in the world. Your own words, not mine." Luca sticks his tongue out at you.

He's right. Luca was quite shy at first but now that you have gotten to know him better, he's shown more than just those shallow observed qualities people usually stereotype him with.

You sighed and handed Luca your folder containing your approved letter of intent, resumé, and your portfolio of notable achievements. He flips through each page, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth as he concentrates. You stifle a smile at how absolutely adorable he looks, and wait for him to speak.

"Uh, so.. you're the new teacher assistant who's gonna replace me." Luca’s lips form an ‘O’. You mirror his expression in surprise. Luca is quitting his job? But he loves this work… The pay is good, the environment is great, and the professors themselves don't look that bad. Specifically, someone from the literature department but—we don't want to talk about that.

Your face contorts into a frown.

"I know I missed a lot of things but, what the hell– Why are you quitting! Is someone here bullying you?" Your brows turn into a knot and you make a great show of pulling your sleeves up to your elbows, pretending to size up some invisible enemy and throwing punches at it. "I'll deal with them for you. Lemme at 'em!"

Luca shakes his head and smiles fondly. Raising his left hand and pointing out the ring on his fourth finger. You put a hand to your mouth as your eyes darted from Luca then to the ring on his finger. You silently squealed as you took his hands and began to squeeze them tight.

"Luca! Oh, holy fuck. I'm so happy for youuuuuu!" It's your turn to just jump on him and hug the life out of him. You held him for about two seconds then, you sat your ass back on the seat. "Your boyfriend—no—your fiancé, better treat you well or he's gonna get hell from me." You threatened jokingly.

His boyfriend sometimes visits at the same time that you pass requirements in your previous professor's office, so you kinda are familiar with him. That doesn't stop you from being overprotective of your possibly best, most precious friend in the world.

"He's spoiling me too much actually." Luca pouts. "He's quitting his gaming stuff when I get home. He always, ALWAYS has chocolates for me. And he gives me kisses all the time." Luca's face is flushed as he cups both his cheeks shyly.

You feign chest pain as I clutch my heart. "Right in front of my single ass, huh?" You giggle. "I'm kidding. I'm so, so, so happy for you. I will prepare my wedding gift in advance!"

Luca's face turns into vivid confusion. "I thought you have a boyf—"

From behind Luca, the sound of a door opens. Luca’s head turned to it, and so did yours. You could not believe it but it is another even more familiar face.. One you know so well.

With dark golden, brown hair, black rimmed glasses, and stern gaze, your—you mean—the literature professor, Andrew Marston, emerges in full view holding a bunch of folders in his left arm and his phone in his hand.

Professor Marston walked in long, elegant strides towards.. the both of you. Despite the months that have gone past, he still has an aura of intimidation, wit, and an absolutely handsome charm. His lips were pursed yet his eyes — his eyes were lit with curiosity.

"Well, well. If it isn't you, Listener. Of all things to expect today, I had not foreseen any circumstances that include you being here today." Despite his words, his tone is laced with a hint of amusement.

You fiddle your fingers. "Hello, Professor." You squeaked awkwardly. "Good morning to you."

"Andrew." Luca stands up. His face looks extra mischievous even if his face is still, criminally, looking too innocent. "Listener will be your new assistant. Have you heard that news already?"

Andrew hums and taps his foot. "No, actually." He turns to face you. "You applied as my assistant?"

Then, at that moment, it really dawned on you. It is indeed real. The fact that, You, Listener, is Professor Andrew's assigned assistant.

Fuck.

You look at Luca with wide eyes for a second, then back at Andrew.

"I suppose, yes?" You cleared your throat. "I mean. Yes, Sir."

You blush profusely. Resisting the urge to just run away and maybe melt like a snowman under the thick heat of the sun.

Andrew nods slowly, as if taking the information in. At the exact time, Luca taps his shoulder and says, "I'll finish up my cleaning so Listener right here–," Luca shoots a finger gun at you with a grin,"–can put their things in without a worry in the world." And with that, he left.

Lord, take me now.

Leaving you to Andrew's mercy, like a bunny rabbit in a lion's den. Or whatever. You’re just exaggerating.

"Hand me your resumé. I assume that you do have them in hand, yes? You were quite the perfectionist during your college days, so I believe you'd have them right with you." Andrew commands without missing a beat. Reaching his free hand out to you.

You picked up your folder off the table and handed it to him. He takes it and puts it above the stack he's currently holding in his left arm.

"I'll see you in two weeks. Preferably at an early time. Say, 7:30 AM in my office? And bring your laptop or mobile gadget, along with stationary if you'd like. As much as I'd be delighted to indulge in this conversation, I have some papers to grade."

You nod. Listing it all down on your phone. You watch Andrew walk away. Probably to his cubicle where his files are kept, or something similar. The main office is where they usually encode grades and scores so that's not far fetched.

As you stand up and leave, a faint memory of Andrew's lips lifting into a somewhat triumphant smirk stays for a second before fading away from your mind. It probably was just your imagination.

You opened the doors out of the office and breathed in and out.

“See you in two week's time, Professor.”

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa what do you think is gonna happen next? isn't luca so cute and adorable??? I love him so much. see you on pt 2 !

#zsakuva #sakuverse #andrew marston #strict professor #alternate universe #this has been brewing for too long #this is supposed to be a one shot

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swifty-fox · 1 year ago

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Sci-Fi Horror AU

idk kinda word vomited this tonight after trying a new strain. I will be continuing it into a full story but not sure when

Entry Log 2043

-DateStamp: 14th July 5399

-Location: DeepSpace Sector G8677-65HG-76789_I

-Personnel File: Maj. J.C. Egan (Zoot Suit)

Recording_

“This is Major John Egan, callsign ZootSuit, aboard the vessel M’lle ZigZag. Today is the dawn of my final day of exploration, putting an end to a sixteen-month foray into DeepSpace. Initial findings reveal little of note. A few developing stars and planets; an asteroid belt; and a total of six planets, two of which I will be recommending for a second more thorough exploration of due to planets possibly location being within the ‘Goldilocks Zone.’ I look forward to whiskey, solid food and to breathe air that isn’t recycled from a fucking can. I can’t wait to fuck my husband-”

John pauses.

“Ah, computer erase the last seven words. Reasoning: Irrelevant to mission. I will be entering Hyperspace within the hour, once I hit proper trajectory to slingshot around the primary sun.”

He taps the record button to end the log, carefully labeling the file and placing it in a folder with the few thousand other logs he’d recorded over the last year and a half. A verified library of data, observations and the occasional love-letter. A year and a half of research; one of the longest expeditions ever undertaken by any pilot. Considered bold by some and risky by far more. Deep space played with people's minds, the long stretches of isolation broken up only by Hypersleep creating the perfect recipe for a light case of mental instability.John had trained for this, ran through thousands of psychological tests and millions of scenarios. There was not a person in the universe more capable of this task.

John rubs his jaw, feeling the scratchy beard and spins out of his pilot's chair, leaving the computer to guide the craft.

Moving about the cramped space of the craft, built to maximize storage space; and to minimize comfort in his opinion, he begins securing anything not already safely battened down. He shaves in the cubicle sized bathroom, splashes water across his face and ignores the swirling flickers of color and light around the edges of his sight. Jaw smooth save for the now carefully trimmed mustache - just how Gale liked- he makes his way to the tail of the spacecraft to run an inventory check on his samples. Moon rocks and space dust and asteroid dirt. Anything the computer pinged or John spotted in his long hours gazing out into the empty void of space.

He checks a few straps, making sure they’re tension tight before hitting the override on the artificial gravity. He holds the intentionally placed handle as he slowly lifts from the metal walkway. Giving himself several seconds to adjust he uses the similarly placed handles along the wall to pull himself back over to the pilot's chair. A second check on the navigation systems; the mathematical calculations for his trip around the sun and through hyperspace. Much of the process was left up to the computer these days, but John hadn’t survived twenty one missions - one of the highest in the force save for a handful - by not being thorough.

Finding nothing out of the ordinary he switches all the lights off until his world is lit only by the approaching Red Giant, bathing everything a warm red. System lights blink soothingly as he takes a moment to take in the vast wonder in front of him. Years now it had been, and it still never failed to leave him breathless.

“Computer, begin countdown to Hyperspace entry, one minute. Beginning LCHS procedure, eta one minute.”

John pulls himself to the economically sized bunk, slotting into the space that barely left room for him to stretch and roll over, strapping himself down.

“32…31…Thirty Second To HyperJump’’ the computer announces.

Bucky presses two fingers to his lips and then to the photograph taped above his bed. Folded so many times the crease lines were white and soft to the touch, Gale’s face gazed back at him. Caught unawares he was smiling soft and curving, glancing somewhere behind the camera. Laughing at something John had said, trying to pretend that he wasn’t. His cheek was rested in one elegant hand, gold ring glinting in the sunlight; a carbon match to the one on John’s own finger.

“Be seeing you soon Buck.” John adjusts himself against the organic synthetic fibers of the mattress below him.

Fifteen seconds the computer chirps warningly. John always thought she got a little testy in those last few moments, as if scolding an unruly child.

John reaches for the pouch beside his temple, withdrawing the last pill from the sheathe. Soft baby blue and the size of a quarter, he’d been issued exactly sixty-five of them upon the start of his expedition. Enough to get him all the way to the furthest reaches of the known galaxy in the shortest amount of time. Seven more consecutive jumps than had been previously attempted. Anything more than thirty and Federal Law was a minimum six months rest and recuperation before attempting further jumps. Risks for brain bleeds, heart attacks and Z-Sum sleep went up with every extra jump. John had stopped only once, stretching to forty five jumps before stopping at the nearest C-Class Planet Simulator outpost to rest. It had been his last chance to speak to Gale before he exited the reach of all communications. Eight months since he had seen that smile in any medium other than this photo.

A quiet, tense conversation. Buck hadn’t wanted him to go; knew better than to stop him.

“You’ll be careful out there John?” Buck was the only one to never call him Bucky. To the public he was Egan, Major if they were being formal. In private it was John, always John. His husband was strange like that.

“More careful than a cat in a rainstorm.”

Buck hums and squints his eyes at him. Stress sat in heavy lines at the corners of his lips, between his brows and around his temples. It had been eight months since John had kissed that mouth, tasted Gale’s sweet noises on his tongue.

“You have enough LCHS’s to get through? None of them are compromised?”

“Buck.” John sighs, “Come on.”

Gale runs a hand through his hair, sucks his bottom lip between his teeth “I know you know what you’re doing...” His deep voice rumbled through the comms, staticky and pale in comparison to the in person thing.

“It’s just your job.” John finishes, grinning at Bucks self-amused shrug. “I checked them all twice. No leakage, no discoloration.”

“I love you.”

It never failed to make John’s spine tingle, hearing those words spoken so easily and effortlessly. The Gale he had gone to flight school with was a reserved quiet thing; John was better off trying to space-walk without a suit than pull an ounce of vulnerability from the other man. The years had softened him - John had softened him.

“I love you too sweetheart. I’ll see you in eight months.”

Ten seconds.

John startles, the pill slipping from his fingers and drifting in the gloom. He curses and reaches for it, straining against the straps holding him down. His steady beating heart kicks into panic mode.

For centuries mankind had struggled to break out of the tiny confines of their miniscule corner of the universe. Confined by things like time-space and the limits of the human life span versus the distance needed to travel to discover anything new. They’d languished away certain of it was their destiny to never walk amongst the stars. Until HyperSpace had been discovered. The miniscule pocket between the folded pages of space-time. A way to jump through matter from one corner of the galaxy to another - and further. It blew the doors wide open on space exploration. They could go anywhere, journey past the point of creation they could find it.

The only thing holding them back was the side effects of HyperSpace. It didn’t seem to pair so well with the cranial contents of human beings. The tendency to turn ones brain to pure soup was a drawback that left researchers, scientists and theorists all stumped. SMall jumps were manageable, with migraines and dizziness a much more risk-acceptable outcome. But in order for them to make any real progress they would need to find a solution,

LCHS. Lysergic Cerebral Hibernation Synthesizer.

The miracle drug and the solution to their dilemma. Developed initially from LSD the drug soothed the more vulnerable edges of one's brain and put the subject in such a deep sleep it took a reversal injection to bring one back to the waking world. It was used recreationally now as well; a way of opening one's mind to the world beyond the physical dimensions. Where light and color and feeling weren’t senses but physical states of being. It kept their pilots down for the jump; kept them asleep to the journey home.

Without it. Well. Nobody had made a waking Hyperjump in as long as John could remember, at least had done it and lived.

Five seconds.

John hisses through clenched teeth, straining for that little blue pill, technology his husband had dedicated his life to. Logically they both knew it was unlikely Gale had made the exact LCHS’s that sustained John, but he knew the other man pretended he did either way. The level of care put into each new batch as if it was made for his beloved specially.

Three seconds.

John risks freeing one of his shoulders from the straps so he can get better reach. “Come on” he hisses. Closes his fingers around the dosage.

Two seconds.

John lays back, shoves his shoulder back into the strap so quickly the velcro scrapes his skin raw. He lifts the pill to his mouth, pressing past his lips.

One second.

Entering Hyperspace.

Gale. John thinks.

His brain turns to mush.

#swiftywrites #2buck #buck x bucky #clegan.#mota #master of the air #sci fi au

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beingatoaster · 9 months ago

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Ages and ages ago I had a fanfic idea that I outlined on the Genshin blog but knew even as I did that I was never going to write, because it passed my own mental horizon between "interesting AU" and "this could just be an original work." I wasn't really interested in the latter at the time, but a week or so ago it came to mind and it occurred to me that the plot and premise would fit into an existing setting of mine that I haven't done much with yet, so I'd just have to scrape the serial numbers off the characters (which largely slotted into it as archetypes anyway). And then at the barn today a snippet came to me....

"I am grateful for your courtesy. But I am even more impressed," the sorceress said again, smiling wider. "And surprised that a knight of your quality isn't yet partnered with a sorcerer." "I had a sorcerer, once," [K] said. If she let herself, she could still see his broken body: limbs splayed like a dropped doll's, eyes empty and staring. His blood had splashed all over her, streaking her face and hair, soaking into her clothes, her hands drowned in it. As it touched her skin the last of his magic had soaked into her, glittering and cool, and then faded. "He died." The sorceress made a moue. "Oh, dear. That makes my next question far too gauche." [K] met her eyes as calmly, as evenly, as she could. "It would be unwise to partner with me. I've failed one sorcerer already." "Perhaps, but if you fought half as well as you did in that ring, it must have been against a terrifying foe. Besides, it's not my own defense I want a knight for. It's challenges like that one. The last time I faced [R] and his knight on my lonesome, I was in bed for nearly two months after. You made this round much easier. That's all I would ask of you." The wise course would be to walk away. But [K] had tasted this woman's magic already, wine-dark and sweet. To be offered that in perpetuity, when she thought she had given up such intoxication forever.... How could she refuse?

Who knows if it'll go any further, but I made it a folder and shoved this and a sketch-up of my other thoughts into a document, just to see.

#i haven't scraped the serial numbers off fully here so if you're aware of my fandom proclivities you can probably id these two XD #that'll come in time. i just need to wait and let it percolate until they come up with more personality of their own #(the knight has already started. for example i know that she actually killed her sorcerer out of some kind of sense of duty #but i don't know what the duty was. why she'd kill someone she loved against both law and cultural taboo. i have to wait and find out #i didn't even know she'd done it until i started threshing out this snippet at the barn. that's just how it works!)#anyway i'll go ahead and make this a tag just in case it goes anywhere:#the garnet tower #my writing

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paramouradrift · 1 year ago

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#Avatar BioShock Crossover AU" 2023 please!!!

This one's a doozy.

I don't remember precisely what triggered this one, but there was a period of a couple weeks last year where I got really into the idea of an Avatar/BioShock crossover AU. This spawned several AUs, only one of which made it into my WIP folder, apparently, so the rest must be lurking on discord with my beta reader. This particular AU has a few scant character notes, some timelines, and a discussion of themes that paint what I would consider a compelling but overly-ambitious picture.

The themes in play: destiny, causality, consciousness, free will, and moral choice. We are pulling material from BioShock, BioShock 2, BioShock 2: Minerva's Den, BioShock Infinite, Avatar: the Last Airbender, and Legend of Korra. Rapture exists in its own right, whereas Columbia is replaced with Republic City. Tears, Spirit Portals, and Spirit Wilds are all the same thing, linking Rapture and Republic City across time and space. Bending and Splicing are the same, as well, with the "Avatar" being someone who has spliced up to an incredible degree and not died of every kind of cancer. The Avatar State is thus a kind of berserk mode that uses up all the EVE in the Avatar's body, leaving them powerless and vulnerable at the end. Past Avatars exist as coherent ADAM ghosts.

Aang, in this story, is a Jack/Eleanor Lamb character originally from Rapture who escaped into Republic City through a tear, and set about trying to find a way back to Rapture's past to undo all of the damage he ended up causing. He's a man haunted by guilt whose efforts are ultimately futile, because that's not how causality works.

Korra is our Elizabeth, whose ability to open and close tears makes her valuable to Aang in his quest for redemption, but also makes her a target for everyone on both sides of the veil who wants a slice of the Rapture/Republic City pie. But opening and closing tears destroys entire sections of probability space, creating fixed points in spacetime and releasing a ton of spiritual energy that gets eaten by the bioluminescent mass that sits beneath Rapture, spitting ADAM slugs back out into the world, accelerating the chaos and decline of both cities.

I have here that Aang somehow travels back to the past and becomes the founder of Rapture, which means he later creates and then kills himself while trying to do everything he can to avoid that outcome. It probably made more sense in my head the time. The other members of the Gaang are listed as Rapture's Best & Brightest: Zuko and Sokka are divorced and miserable, with Zuko trying to be a single dad and Sokka inventing the Thinker; Katara is the city's foremost doctor and philanthropist; Suki is a detective/private security chief; and Toph runs the banks because nobody else is capable. She also laid a lot of the city's foundation.

The Mechanist is here inventing things. Wu is a popular singer with his own radio program. Suyin is a prima donna ballerina. Asami is...presumably doing something amazing, but I didn't write that bit down.

The villain rogue's gallery is all here as well, moving back and forth across the tears and causing mischief and mayhem. Zaheer's radical spirituality causes Aang (Rapture Founder) to ban religion, and Unalaq tries to get control of the Avatar Program so that he can become an Avatar himself. Ozai and Zhao extend their feelers throughout both cities, seizing power and resources for themselves. Amon slots himself nicely into the Atlas role (plot twist and all), so nothing really more to say there. Kuvira is apparently a former police officer turned mob boss capitalizing on the chaos for her own gain. Long Feng is a cold technocrat who runs a private security firm and manages assets for city big wigs. My note on him is "a less affable Sinclair."

Pro-bending/ADAM boxing is a thing, so Mako and Bolin are here trying to make it big in the big bad city/ies, which probably means I planned some background Wuko.

I have no idea what my endgame was. I don't know what the actual plot was going to be. This project wasn't one I seriously considered planning out in detail because I was in the middle of H&V/J&R work, and that takes priority over anything else with this level of ambition. Having said that, it might be interesting to take another pass at the concept and see if I can turn all of that up there into something workable.

WIP Game master post.

#atla #fanfic #wip #tag meme #tag game #zukka #jesus h roosevelt christ #i have no chill guys #none whatsoever

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mega-ringsandthings-world · 1 year ago

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I'm back on my bullshit, and I'm about to make it everyone's problem! Sorry if everything's a bit scattered; I'm trying to get my thoughts in order, but I have so much stuff in my now overflowing brain folder. I'll have to sort it out later. Again take everything I say with a grain of salt I’m sure I will love your au wether I’ve got the right idea about it or not!

But oh my god! Your sketches are so good and clean—mwah, chef's kiss. And the sword before Yoru is peak "Hawk-boy has a type," and we all can see it. I wonder if he had it personally made to prepare to take on Yoru as a main blade later, if it existed at this time? Did he go through a catalog of specific special grade swords and go, "Mmm, yes, big blade!" and never look back? Sorry, off-topic, but he deserves a fancy, pretty blade, and those purple and pink jewels are very much like that for him and his vibe.

And huh, him showing Shanks kindness with the handkerchief! It's sweet, and Mihawk's already attached. Normally, Mihawk wouldn't have given Shanks the time of day until he could fight him, but adversity and the lack of autonomy have made him somewhat less controlled, or at least trying to gain some type of control, even if it's just making sure someone uses a handkerchief instead of their shirt. And Shanks, it kinda feels like Shanks already has a crush. He's emotionally defeated, devastated, and probably terrified, and here comes this guy, gruff and rude, but he doesn't ask about Roger, he doesn't want anything from Shanks, and he gives him something beautiful he made himself by hand, just so Shanks could wipe his tears and blow his nose. Fuck it all, I'd fall in love if someone did that for me.

They already feel so enmeshed; like the handkerchief sealed some type of pact with fate. Like the universe has turned and slotted these two together. And your wrote it so seemlessly! Shanks is vulnerable and unable to hide behind drinks, parties, and adventures. Mihawk is out of control, a big and main part of his character that later on becomes like a second skin. As much as he seems okay, this is pushing him into behavior that would likely be out of character if not under these circumstances. Gods, this is the type of character study I love! I will definitely be comparing and contrasting these two and their canon counterparts as they change, and the fic goes on. Tulips are probably about to become Shanks' favorite flower. And of course, Mihawk can embroider. He's a man of perfection and patience (ha, I can relate to that; never perfect indeed), and the delicate, slow needlework of embroidering sounds just right up his alley. Probably his form of meditation. I bet he does all the flowers on his shirts. I bet Shanks will tear his clothes in the future just so Mihawk will embroider flowers on them.

Now off to the boys for a second. Let's talk politics, specifically the revolutionaries. Are the revolutionaries going to be a big part of this fic? Because as you mentioned, the world government is about to commit an oopsie on the highest scale. Are some of those monsters going to be snatched up by Dragon and his revolution? Because this is about to radicalize a lot of people. A lot of powerful people. Hmmm, I wonder if he'll even be interested in what's happening to the pirates who got caught. He seems like a good and kind man, but a man who's willing to put the needs of the greater good over the needs of a few criminals. Pirates aren't exactly the good guys, so to speak, and if they were just headed for Impel Down, I don't think he'd do much for them. But I don't think that's where you're pulling this, and again, he is pragmatic and willing to mess up what the world government has planned. The oppressed, no matter their station or morals, are fellow oppressed, and I can see him looking into what the government's doing and maybe disrupting it to screw the government over. I don't know; just throwing thoughts out there.

But more importantly, in this AU, it seems that the Roger Pirates will be hunted even more than in canon, considering the Marines are on a mission to destroy piracy at the root, and a lot of would-be pirates they would have had to worry about just got snapped up! I don't think they'll be able to help Shanks even if they wanted to. And Garp, where's he in all this? On one hand, I can totally see him advocating for the eradication of the pirates and setting the trap. On the other hand, I'm not sure about him being so gung-ho about taking in Shanks and doing whatever the Marines plan to do with him. It might be a side plot for later, unless, once they get the prisoners, this all goes to Cipher Pol agents and out of the Marines' hands. Maybe this was their idea in the first place; it seems more up their alley than the Marines in general. Maybe a collaboration? Guess I’ll find out when I read.

But also, governments aren't good at mass arrests. How many civilians do you think got snapped up by accident?

Anyways, that's all I have for now. The art I promised should be posted tomorrow, hopefully; I just want to make a few adjustments. Should be all good. Also, do you have a playlist for this AU yet?

I'm pumped anytime I get your asks, hit away all you like! I love hashing this AU out like this. Most times you've hit it right on the head! I'm making it everyone's problem too. !! Glad you like them! Allow me to go on a moment, the 'before Yoru' sword is supposed to be modeled in appearances (jewels, handguard, inlaid blade) after a spanish or italian cusped falchion, and in utility, after the german kreigmesser. Based on appearances, they look closest to Yoru, and yeah, it's exactly 'Mihawk has a type.' He'd be the kind to find a design he likes and stick with it. Kreigmessers were military swords, used often by mercenaries, and used two-handed. Again, like Yoru. I think Mihawk would have obtained/made a sword suited to his fighting style, and that style does contain a lot of extended slashes. Yoru does exist, and I have a whole thing for how he will get it. Let's just say he becomes acquainted with it due to the marines. And yes. More pink and purple everything, actually. Those colors work for him so much. ^^ He's attached and he doesn't even know it himself. He thinks it's simply purely utilitarian, purely practical to make sure Shanks cleans up properly, but it's also to see what Shanks will do. If he'll refuse it, or be insulted, or double down, or turn his nose up at Mihawk's refinement. None of which Shanks does. And yes, also to retain control over the situation. If he has a handle on what is happening right beside him, it 'frees' him concentrate on the more severe aspects going on. Shanks does have a crush. Probably love from first handkerchief. Again, he doesn't know it yet either. Right now he's too steeped in grief, and he also would think Mihawk is out of his league. Still, Mihawk is his only sense of stability at the moment. Mihawk's indifference and stoic-ness is what will unwittingly keep Shanks sane, because at a time when he would have been drowning in despair, he instead is pressing back against Mihawk's opposite personality. And admiring his handkerchiefs. (A thing about the handkerchief, most sailors now how to sew, they have to. Shanks would know how to sew as well, which is why he isn't surprised at Mihawk making the handkerchief, but at it's prettiness. Shanks has never had the occasion to work beauty into the things he makes for himself. Also why he thinks a sweetheart made it for Mihawk) Just so! They don't have the mental armor of their older selves. They do not have the presence, the power, or the coping methods. They are not established. Mihawk is so young, nineteen is nothing, really, and the sympathy and care we only see bare glimpses of in his older self is not sealed away as it is then. At this age, he's haughty, but that is a projection of haughtiness as much as anything. Pitting older and younger against each other is so fun in that regard! Oh, that's for certain. Tulips become and remain his favorite flower. I embroider, and embroidering is relaxing, but requires focus, so perfect hobby for Mihawk. And he gets to use something sharp and pointy. His perfectionism is perhaps what leads to him taking up embroidering and even actual tailoring in the first place, he'd want total say over how he decorates/designs his things/clothes. And YES to Shanks deliberately making Mihawk have to mend his clothes. got to make a pt. 2

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camgoloud · 1 year ago

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i’m very curious about lyctoral reversal and der rosenkavalier!

excellent choices!

'lyctoral reversal' is the one 'title' on the list that isn't actually a title because i still haven't decided what to actually call the fic, so the folder containing all the documents is just a pun about the central concept. which is what it sounds like: lyctor role-reversal. specifically: the canaan house necro squad are the og lyctors (and, theoretically, in a second entry to the series which i haven't planned out at all beyond a few vibes, the og lyctors/cavaliers would end up at canaan for the trials as seen in gtn). it's basically just a week in the life of john and the four surviving lyctors, who've reunited on the mithraeum for the first time in a while. an excerpt:

Hangovers are not difficult to alleviate with necromancy. Judith can do it fairly well herself, and she only very rarely has any occasion to practice. The last time she can recall drinking to true excess was perhaps at some point in the weeks immediately following the death of the Saint of Courage, two millennia previous. But the Emperor has always been strange about things like this. He hardly ever applies necromancy to his own person where not absolutely necessary, and he never allows anyone else to do so on his behalf. The Saint of Reliability always thought his continual hesitancy to remedy any number of small pains that he need not suffer very strange: it was not as if the necromantic society he’d built from the ground up was overflowing with taboos regarding interference with the natural functions of the body, after all, Dulcinea argued; why his own reluctance to participate? The Saint of Compliance viewed the issue from a different perspective: there was a purity and a nobility in pain, he said in reply, a comfort to be taken in it. It did not go over particularly well when he said this to Dulcinea within the hearing of Palamedes, of course, but Judith has always privately agreed with him on the matter nonetheless. She’s never been much for religion as a rule, but she understands—she thinks all the Saints, of all people, ought to understand—something about the appeal of seeking solace in penance. Eternity is such an absurdly long time to live with oneself and one’s own mistakes: even, she suspects, for the man who has become God. It may technically be heresy to think this way, but, again—Judith has never been much for religion. She would die for her Emperor’s cause without hesitation; still, she’s seen him burn dinner too many times to embrace any doctrine that considers him incapable of error. And even the Saint of Compliance was pushing fairly hard for the House that was his legacy to drop their literal interpretation of the infallibility verses by the end, anyway.

and 'der rosenkavalier' is the tlt music grad school au i've alluded to in tags a couple of times! basically what happened to me is that i ended up one night reading the plot summary of an opera on wikipedia (as one does) and said plot was basically about a love triangle featuring a cougar, a young count (en travesti role) obsessed with said cougar, and the new girl who catches his eye. and then i was like 'oh my god imagine if... dulcie/gideon/harrow...' and also there's a whole ROSE MOTIF and it literally has cavalier (german edition) in the TITLE and before i knew it i had cast the entire production. oops. anyway:

They argue as fluently and intensely as only people can who have spent as many months and years as they have rehearsing together, in classes together, constituting most of each other’s social circles together. Even when a load of nervous-looking freshmen undergraduates show up for some orientation event and they get kicked out of the auditorium they keep it up, all the way down the aisles and out into the blinding late-summer sun flooding through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of the lobby. Gideon participates as much as any of the rest of them, slotting herself perfectly into the rhythm of the conversation, never missing an opportunity to knock Harrow down a peg or two, because that’s just how good at multitasking she is. Really, her mind is elsewhere: stuck back on the other thing Harrow said a few minutes ago. Three guesses who’ll be singing the Marschallin. There was a bitterness in Harrow’s voice that Gideon didn’t fail to notice—she’s just as jealous as Palamedes is of Silas Octakiseron, probably, knowing she hasn’t got a chance at the best soprano role in the show on account of how no one, ever, would buy her tiny little baby-faced frame as the smoking-hot cougar who snags an Octavian twenty-five years her junior. But for Gideon’s own part, there’s a thrill that runs up her spine every time she plays the words back in her head. Because, of course, none of them actually need any guesses at all to know just who’ll be singing the Marschallin opposite Gideon’s Octavian. And—if Gideon is being entirely honest with herself—that’s one of the things about this upcoming production that excites her most of all.

#thanks for the ask!#my writing #ask game

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iam93percentstardust · 2 years ago

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Hello bestie!! Let’s have some fun 🤩

What fic do you want to ramble about? Tell me everything you love about it and all the behind the scenes stuff that we didn’t get to see.

If you could write an AU of one of your fics, what would it be?

What’s a story that you wrote that pushed you out of your comfort zone?

Fun! Reward for finishing grading! No longer having to look at the hopelessness of my students' assignment!!!!!

Ah, this is a mistake because I can (and have) gone on for several pages with behind the scenes stuff. Alas! The fic I want to talk about hasn't been published yet so I will find something else to talk about instead. Let's go with the high school AU hmm? Firstly, the amount of background information that went into this series is extensive. Most of it never even makes it into the fics, but I have the class schedules and clubs for every single student in the AU, teacher schedules for all of the classes, and miniature biographies for all of the main characters tucked away in a folder. All of this is worldbuilding that I worked on for close to three months before finally sitting down to write Invisible in January. The high school AU is one that has been sitting in the back of my mind since I first started thinking about the Alle's version series because it was so obvious to me what I was going to write with the cardigan/august/betty song cycle right from the start. At the same time, though, there was Miss Americana, which felt like a high school AU as well, but I feel like it's a concept I've already seen over and over again in the stevetony fandom, so I wasn't sure I wanted to write it. Then I was thinking about Natasha as a background character in the high school AU, maybe as Tony's sister, while I was watching CATFA, happened to look up while Bucky was talking about taking the girls out dancing and immediately went there's my Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince. And from there, the idea of twelve fics spanning ten relationships and four years just fell into place. The hardest fic to come up with was the one from the Evermore album. Thor and Bruce had just kind of... landed in that spot because everyone else fit an album so perfectly from Peter/Harley/MJ fitting into Debut to Pepper/Rhodey fitting Midnights. I felt kind of bad honestly about Thor and Bruce being slotted into Evermore just because it was the last album, but I didn't know where else to put them! And then it was even worse because I kept listening to the album multiple times, hoping to find a song that would jump out at me like this is the song for Thor and Bruce, but nothing was coming to mind other than gold rush, which I wasn't 100% sold on since I felt like it was also a very stevetony song. I did eventually come up with a plot that made me happy enough with gold rush that I no longer felt like I was just cramming them together, but it was definitely a process.

Alright, so straight up AU, I'm gonna go alllllll the way back to one of the very first fics I ever posted and say Brewed Awakening because I'd love to see a version of this fic where almost everything is the same but Tony is also secretly Iron Man and so there's some bonus identity porn thrown into the mix on top of Steve being secretly Captain America. So far as a different POV, I'd love to go back and do Steve's POV of All Too Well. It's a rough fic, and we only get Tony's perspective of the whole thing, and I think getting to explore what Steve was thinking during both his first relationship with Tony and then during his second when they had both matured would be a lot of fun.

I write a lot of things that push me out of my comfort zone, but this time I'm gonna go with Your Darkened Eyes. At the time, I'd never really written dark characters before. I had Hoist the Colors and Spoils of War, but those were both more dark-ish than they were actually dark characters. But with Your Darkened Eyes, I introduced this much darker version of Steve, who saw nothing wrong with seducing an underage Tony and then seducing his married counterpart as well, along with heavily implying that he had originally shown up with the intention of killing MCU Steve, and it was just a lot of fun for me to experiment with and step out of my comfort zone from my usual fluff and misunderstandings.

#alle answers #thanks for the ask friend!

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deadchannelradio · 2 years ago

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wip game!!! tagged by @mamawasatesttube THANKS RIMI.

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

i dont have anyone to tag because i dont know anyone but if you make things please know im tagging you in my heart and you should do it. my wip names are not descriptive but they are funny.

therapy bruce AU masterdocumence (previously bits n bobs)

nightnighter

bits n bobs 2: joke doc

haly's circus therapy bruce

THERAPY BRUCE JOKER GETS YOLKERED

sex ed

international blend tim day

parent trap I GUESS!!!!!

worriercats

the problem with the way i do things is that i'll slot many works into one big doc. joke doc contains: goldilocks the ghost, princess monster truck, drunkies fic!!!!!, and concussy slonked silly style. therapy bruce au masterdoc contains: bruceswap itself (including the brucible), and then all the pieces of therapy bruce au rewrites, only some of which have names (L+ratio+villain I have done thy mother, timeloop). there's like the start of 18 different works in there all under the banner of therapy bruce au.

#my writing

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district2001 · 3 years ago

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Kiss Detox

Seventeen AU: 14th member

Jangmi x Haechan (NCT)

Recap: Haechan and Jangmi being smitten for each other. PURE FLUFF

Requested: Yes-ish

janghyuck ALSJAKSJ it's so cute, I need more

Words: 1.5k

AN: Requests are OPEN

I’m sorry for the lack of incorrect posts this week. Girlies dying with exams.

“I think Wonwoo hates me.”

“What makes you say that?” Jangmi asked, closing her bedroom door.

“He death glared me when I followed you to your room.”

She snuggled next to her boyfriend. “You do realise you’re dating his little sister, right?”

Haechan groaned, falling back on the bed till he lightly hit his head on the wall. “He liked me before.”

“That was before you started making out with me.”

He raised his eyebrow. “Does that mean he’ll like me if we stopped making out?”

“Are you suggesting we stop doing that?”.”

“Maybe we should go on a kissing detox?” Haechan suggested innocently.

“Right… Maybe I should go on an English detox as well.” Jangmi laughed, snuggling closer to his chest.

“Mi-Mi. I’m serious.”

She pulled away from his chest. “Am I that much of a bad kisser?”

“No. No. You’re fine. You’re perfect.” He reassured, brushing a stray hair out of her face. “I just really want them to like me again.”

“And you’re willing to give up kisses?” Jangmi asked with a pout, pretending to be hurt. “Just for those idiots to like you.”

“It’s kind of important that I get along with my girlfriends’ brothers.” Haechan smiled. “Who else can I plan surprises with.”

Jangmi playfully wiggled her eyebrows. “Am I getting surprises?”

“Not if they don’t like me, you won’t.”

She leaned in to peck his lips. “They liked you once. They’ll definitely like you again.”

Haechan grabbed her face as she was pulling away and brought her in for another kiss. This time peppering her forehead with lots of small kisses. “God. I hope they do. Then I can spend more time with you.”

She successfully pulled away this time. “How’s the no kissing going?” Jangmi asked playfully.

Haechan cocked his head to the side. “Technically, it was no making out.”

“Well played.” Jangmi laughed as she propped herself off her bed, ignoring her boyfriends whine. She grabbed a folder from her shelf. “You know how I said I was missing a bunch of your photocards.”

Haechan nodded, even though she wasn’t facing him.

“Well, I found someone who was willing to trade me one of Yuta’s for you.”

She proudly turned around to show him her photocard collection, the cover of the folder reading ‘NCT PC’s’. The space which had previously been empty, was now filled with his ‘2017 seasons greeting’ card.

He outstretched his arm, so she could pass him the folder.

“Your collections’ getting bigger.” Haechan praised, flicking through. “I swear you didn’t have the Johnny one before.” He pointed at the Irregular photocard.

Jangmi smiled, crawling back to her original position on the bed. “The seller gave me that for free.”

“How many of mine are you missing now?”

“Still got quite a lot.” Jangmi sighed. “I need your SM rookies one- but literally no one is willing to sell it. And then I need both your sailor boy outfit ones from ‘we young.’ I have the cute one with you in the glasses thankfully.” She flicked over to that page and took the photocard out of its slot.

“Do the glasses suit me?”

Jangmi nodded. “Literally everything suits you.”

“Everything?”

Jangmi looked away. “Maybe not your bright red bowl cut.” She muttered under her breath.

Haechan put his hand on her knee and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t feel bad for saying its ugly.”

“I didn’t say it was ugly.” Jangmi protested.

Haechan scoffed. “It literally ranks as one of the worst NCT hairstyles.”

“Not as bad as my pizie cut though.”

“I liked yourshort hair. It made you look extra cute.” He bopped her nose.

Jangmi hit him playfully, her cheeks hued after the compliment. Even after a month of dating, and years of being best friends, he still made her flustered.

“Are you saying I’m not cute now?” She asked, trying to distract him from her reddening face.

“How could anyone think your cute after seeing you in ‘Getting Closer.’ You literally looked like you were going to murder every man you laid eyes on.”

“But our last comeback was soft.” Jangmi whined. “I was wearing a massive sweater.”

“Doesn’t matter. I think you’re losing your title as ‘Baby of the 3rd Gen.’”

She rolled her eyes. “To who?”

“Me.”

“Most defaintely not.”

“You should’ve thought of that before writing ‘Getting Closer-’” Jangmi flicked her boyfriend’s forehead, in which he replied with a grunt. “Stop being such a baby.”

“Am I a baby?” Haechan baited. “Because I seem to recall that I was born in 2000. What year were you born again?”

“Mentally a baby.” Jangmi clarified, moving her face closer to his.

“If I was a baby would I do this?”

“Do what-”

Jangmi’s question was interrupted by Haechan pulling her down with him, so that she was lying on his chest- half their bodies off the bed. His arms sneaking around her waist, holding her closely so he could bury his nose in her freshly died light brown hair.

“Let go of me.” Jangmi grunted, trying to pull away.

“5 minutes.” Haechan whispered softly. She could feel his eyes close from beneath her. His eyelashes, tickling her shoulder as they shut.

“Fine. But can we at least move up the bed, so we don’t fall off.”

He happily complied, and they scooted up to the top. Jangmi turned around, so that she was lying on top of him.

“Have you been sleeping well?” She asked lovingly, noticing the faint dark circle around his eyes, that his makeup couldn’t hide.

Haechan nodded, still with his eyes closed.

She propped herself up with one of her arms and used the other to move some strands of hair out of his face.

Haechan opened one eyes, and slowly lifted himself off the bed to give her a quick kiss, before falling back into her blue pillow.

He hugged her tightly, kissing the hair at the top of her head.

Jangmi tensed, and looked up at her boyfriend, once again inspecting his eyebags.

“It doesn’t look like you are.”

“I am.” He replied monotonously.

“Really?” She prodded, poking his cheek.

Haechan sighed, still keeping his eyes closed. “Not really. I think I’ve messed up my sleep schedule for good.”

“How about, instead of going out for a walk later tonight, we can just lie down here?” She suggested.

“Didn’t you really want to see the sunset?” He opened his eyes, looking for her reaction.

Jangmi smiled. “There’ll be other sunsets. You only get the chance to rest now.”

He searched her face for any sign of disappointment or hint of annoyance but was left empty-handed. Haechan pulled her back down onto his chest, and once again hugged her tightly.

She gave in, relaxing in his familiar embrace.

They lay in silence for a while, the hum of the heater being the only noise in the room.

“I’m sorry I’m tired.” Haechan mumbled, into the nape of her shoulder, sending vibrations through her whole body.

“Don’t be. You’re literally the definition of being overworked. You deserve a break more than anyone I know.” She complimented, in a whisper.

“Really?” He asked, his voice laced with tiredness and a hint of self-doubt.

“Absolutely.” She agreed firmly, slightly pushing herself off him, to give her boyfriend peck on his lips.

Haechan whined. “One more.”

Jangmi happily obliged to his demand.

Except this time, the kiss wasn’t as innocent. Haechan pushes Jangmi down on the bed, before repositioning himself on top of her. She gasps at the sudden shift.

Before she had a chance to protest, his lips were locked with hers. He tongue running down the entrance of her lips, to which she parted after a second of hesitation.

Haechan pulled away. “Are we going to fast? We can slow down if you want.”

Jangmi looked into his eyes. She shook her head. “Its fine. Just a shock that’s all.”

With their lips were reconnected. The kiss even deeper than the last, with his tongue running on the roof of her mouth. They pulled apart for air, momentarily, before Jangmi pulled Haechan closer.

“Imagine suggesting not making out with me, only to make out with me an hour later.” Jangmi mumbled jokingly against his lips.

Haechan bit her top lip. “They just need to think we’re not making-”

“Jangmi have you se- WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!”

Haechan scrambled off Jangmi in surprise and fell to the floor.

“Hi Seungcheol Hyung.” Jangmi waved weakly, a nervous smile visible on her face.

“Annyeonghaseyo Seungcheol.” Haechan greeted, pushing himself off the floor.

“It’s sunbaenim to you.” Seungcheol said coldly.

“Is there a party in Jangmi’s room?” Hoshi’s voice was heard echoing through the corridor. Dammit. They must have come back early from their leader line meeting

“Actually Soonyoung-ah, I think she’s a bit busy to throw a party.” Her general leader replied, sarcastically.

Hoshi poked his head around the door. “Doing what? Oh Hi Haechan”

“I’m so dead.” Haechan muttered under his breath.

Jangmi could only nervously laugh in agreement.

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