#and it's very fuzzy and unclear from what i can figure out

[roselightfairy]

becoming a Master is Jedi tenure. discuss.

[riathedreamer]

Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me about your writing process? Maybe not on something as big as Footnotes (which is absolutely phenomenal btw), but how you start and finish projects in general. Thank you, I love your writing!

First of all - thank you so much for the kind words! My method, of course, is subject to change, and there’s a big difference between long fics and one-shots (and whether the one-shot is one scene or several). My answer here revolves around longer stories. And this strategy might not work for you - there are no rules when writing, but this is how I go from an overall idea to an actual chapter.

When I get a new idea for a story, it usually starts with one scene. In the case of Footnotes, this was the end of chapter 33. When I start turning the idea into an actual plot, I work with ‘pillars’. These are key elements/scenes that “make up” the story. Sometimes you do not have all of them, then start with what you have.

Then, when having to plan out the in-between, that’s where things usually get fuzzy. Here, I recommend writing in a physical notebook. I write my pillars with a lot of space between them so I can draw arrows and write notes. Then it’s a game of “how do I go from one pillar to another?”

You do not need *every* detail planned right away, however, I find it very important to keep track of all the pillars and know how they evolve.

In my earlier years in the fandom, I often made the mistake of just going with the first couple of pillars, then starting my WIP, then ending up abandoning the WIP when I didn’t know where to go. Therefore, I find it very important to always know where you are heading, and definitely how the end is going to turn out. Then some things can remain a bit unclear until you reach that point. Like - when I was writing chapter 6 of Footnotes, I had no idea what chapter 57 would specifically contain. But I knew the pillars, the major beats of the story, where I was going, what important plot points would happen.

In the case of a very long story like Footnotes, I ended up splitting the story into arcs. Usually I tend to have 5-10 chapters planned in detail when writing - how do they start, where do they end. Then as I get further into the story, I split the remaining plot points into detailed chapters as well, but when I begin the story, I don’t have *all* the chapters fully planned. And sometimes, when I write the chapters, they turn out differently than the first draft - maybe longer, maybe shorter, and I might split it up or mix it with the next chapter because of this.

So keep things planned, but also allow yourself room to change. Inspiration often happens while you write, so when you are writing the beginning of a story, maybe you come up with a cool scene or detail or something that wasn’t planned right away - that’s okay. With my original works, this all happens in a final edit, but for fanfiction, well, always keep it a joy to write, allow yourself this inspiration. And then there are the hardcore types that write the whole fic before posting, but I could never do that.

Alright, so I have the draft of the chapter. The first thing I do from here is to write a script. I went to playwright school, so it’s probably due to this. But dialogue is my strength, and it’s usually the key element of a chapter/story, so I start with a script, then “fill it out” with descriptions, etc., until it’s a fully formed chapter. My first draft of a chapter has the key element -  for example: “C in coffeeshop + N talk, C in bookshop, Bentley scenes, Muriel convo”. However, once I have a proper grip on the story, I tend to do a more detailed draft, especially when it comes to long dialogue between characters. Notes like: “Talk about: jokes about coffee - mention of lindsay - bring up Azi” will help me figure out how to keep the dialogue flow from one subject to another. 

Then comes the editing… I *probably* should do more editing, but I don’t. Look, I write original fiction, I am working on a book in my spare time, I’ve done editing as a living, and I just don’t like it. And for me, it’s very important to keep fanfic writing *fun*. It’s not a chore, it’s a hobby. If it starts feeling like a chore, then you’ll end up giving up on the fic. So I keep the editing light and quick (always finding time for proofreading, of course, even if I suck at it) because otherwise I’d tire of it. I shamelessly crave the validation of posting a new chapter right away, and I suck at waiting. I know some writers do way more editing, and I have full respect for that. But I will always advise you to keep the writing fun - it’s fanfiction! It’s done out of *love*, and you need that love to keep going. 

And that is my recipe for how I spit out Footnotes chapters. Every now and then, I need some time looking through my notebooks to keep track of all the plot threads and mysteries and acts, but I always know where I am going. It all started with “You’re gorgeous”, and things just grew. A lot.

[ravenmold]

your gentle winding mind for the wip ask game

Hi Mia 🦋

Thank you for your ask! I'll split my answer into three parts to ramble a bit, since I'm afforded the opportunity. ☺️

Part 1: Background info

your gentle winding mind is a lil idea that takes inspiration from and is named for the Purity Ring song Begin Again. To me their album Another Eternity is kinda.....dreamlike fantasy sci fi, and I tried to use the imagery that the song evokes to guide me with this idea. This song's lyrics just dance so nicely around themes of codependency, destiny, inevitability, repetition......and space. It's in the pairing Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski and it was last edited in Feb of 2020. So it's basically from a previous world 😂 it only has 543 words and is just one scene. But reading it now, I definitely can see that I was being experimental with my writing here and having fun letting go of ... Trying to tell a clearly structured story. How? Well, let me introduce you to the idea.

Part 2: So, what's the idea?

So my idea with this fic was that there's a powerful oracle who resides on a very small planet and who is visited by thousands upon thousands to foresee their future. Basically the whole planet is a grassy field and has two suns. It's all transcendental in a way because does this oracle need food? Shelter? Unclear. It just sits in this field all day. I was thinking of The Little Prince a bit, and imagining it as kinda having Studio Ghibli vibes 😂 if that helps at all.

Our protagonist Derek, a werewolf, visits this oracle in the hopes of having light shed on his uncertain future and the disastrous prophetic dream he has about it. But he's very surprised to find out that the oracle is a human named Stiles. Who's been cursed to live this life. Unbeknownst to Derek and Stiles, their lives are intermingled and he's the one Stiles has been waiting for in a sort of life-stasis. The moment Derek turns to leave, Stiles' stomach growls and he feels like his curse is broken, that he's free to leave this tiny planet. He asks to go with Derek. And thus these two idiots fall right into my plan: they are destined for each other, very powerful and will impact the universe etc etc and the prophetic dream has something to do with it. The details are fuzzy here because that's as far as I ever got in imagining it 😂

Part 3: Judge my writing on it

So I honestly like a few of these lines. I'll share the majority of the fic and you can judge for yourself:

Derek did not expect the renowned oracle that effortlessly foresees the wax and wane of empires and planets to be a simple human.

He says as much upon reaching the human – the boy – on the grassy hill where he abides, legs crossed and face open. The sky is shattered into cerulean shards above him.

The boy simply laughs at this. “Yes, I’m human. The only one for a million miles, for a thousand light years. And you’re not.”

“I … no.” Derek chances a seat in the soft grass in front of the oracle. “I just, didn’t know humans could be oracles.”

The boy’s amber eyes shift fluid as liquid over the landscape that surrounds them. There is nothing but green hills for miles, a veritable maze all on its own for a lonely oracle to hide in. “I was gifted precognition as a child. Or rather, it was meant as a curse, but I figured it could be used for good, in the meantime. A little word of advice, don’t go looking for the bodies of witches in their woods.”

The twin suns beat down on his shoulders, and yet Derek shivers. “Noted,” he answers. “You said, in the meantime?”

“I’m simply passing the time, waiting for someone. I try to be patient.” The oracle’s eyes draw to his, and Derek shifts his pose. He feels uneasy, but does not sense danger. He supposes it must be the immeasurable power that surrounds the boy in a haze; that radiates off him like surface heat.

Derek wonders who he could possibly be waiting for. He hopes it’s family, at least.

“You have a misgiving.”

Straight to business it is, then. He did travel all this way.

“I’m to join the Fleet in a month’s time. This was decided for me long before I had the presence of mind to worry about futures, and I’ve had time to make peace with it, but …”

A small smile tucks at the corners of the boy’s mouth. “A life among the stars. How apt.”

“Technically we are all living among the stars,” Derek quips, not able to help himself. The reaction is unexpected: the boy leans forward, eyes focused so intensely on his.

“Like planets. We are floating in the great unknown,” he whispers.

Derek doesn’t immediately know how to react to this. He’s frozen, permitted to move again only when the boy’s eyes leave his. Derek feels like he’s stepped into a dream, and has a moment of panic as he realises there’s no way to test it. How do you know a dream is a dream?

Lmao raven tryna be whimsical and ethereal, that's the name of the game. Another fun fact: it was written in Comic Sans. Heh.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

what if right after Bella touched down in Forks and met her dad, she got the personality of Utena Tenjou from Revolutionary Girl Utena? How would the story change, and would Bella-Utena be able to survive the Edward yandere simulator? (You can probably tell I just binge watched revolutionary girl Utena for the second time…)

Oh boy.

Well, first, I think we have to go over how Utena would even react to this.

Utena and the Real World

One of the things I love about Utena is that we have no idea what the real world or adulthood is. It's less magical, less beautiful, presumably than Ohtori Academy but it could also be a post apocolyptic wasteland due to Anthy's decision to have the prince stop sacrificing himself for them.

We never get to see it and I love the show for that.

It's a nebulous, terrifying, place that the characters know they must reach or else perish without ever having been born.

And then, of course, there's the fact that those who leave Ohtori don't seem to be able to take much with them just as those who enter Ohtori. What I'm getting at is that memories are a fuzzy thing in the Utena universe and characters very much shrug and go along with it.

Back to the Ask

For my sanity, we'll say that Utena has not entered Ohtori yet. She has not remembered why she wanted to become a prince, she is still searching for her prince unaware of who he is, and she hasn't been pierced by the swords in Anthy's stead.

Utena finds herself waking up on a plane and getting off. She's a little confused, but not overly much so, and figures she must be traveling somewhere, likely in search of the prince who she's been wanting to meet.

In the bathroom she notices her face looks different. Everything about her is different, she's older, her eyes are now brown along with her hair, and she's shorter too.

Utena's annoyed by this but doesn't think much of it as she didn't in canon when she body swapped with Anthy. Shit happens. Probably because of whatever curry she must have had on the plane.

My point is Utena takes being 'Bella' in stride though she likely corrects Charlie to 'Utena' and gets really really really weird about having parents of any kind as she is decidedly an orphan.

Also, she wants to be a prince.

Charlie doesn't say anything to that.

At school Bella immediately clocks the Cullens as the student council people of note but would not find them to be prince candidates. While she wiffle waffled on Touga being the prince or not when she was uncertain was when he acted like what Utena thought to be a prince, gallant, chivalrous, brave, and kind. When he was an ass she paid less mind to him. Akio happened to be what was left of the prince, which helped him out, and also oozed seductive evil charisma.

The Cullens are too standoffish, too snobby, and Edward later too hostile for Utena to have interest in them. After Biology, for all Edward wouldn't notice the first time, he gets the Saionji treatment.

(Not to mention, I'm sure, that Utena actually likes Jessica Stanley as someone very reminiscent of Wakaba, good intentioned if a bit of a loud mouth who focuses on the wrong guys for sometimes the wrong reasons. Utena would be appalled that Edward acted so cold to her when Jessica was being brave.)

When Edward returns and tries to be charming...

The thing is that Edward is ultimately pulling a Touga. He would find Bella (Utena's) desire to be a prince, to meet a prince, bemusing and later irritating (as Edward is certainly not that prince and knows it). More, he would want to be the prince, not her, in which case Utena would have to be put in her place as the rose bride er damsel in distress in the relationship.

Ultimately, because of this, Utena while perhaps wavering on Edward for a little bit would staunchly reject him when all of this makes itself clear.

Now, that said, Utena is beloved by the gods.

It's unclear what, exactly, the power of Dios is and when Utena started embodying it (was it only when Anthy noticed) but there's a chance that it could be there out in the real world and could keep her alive in any surreal confrontation with Edward (presuming this still is, in some way, the Utena universe).

This means that Utena will survive against all odds only to be pulled towards Ohtori to fight for the rose bride.

[bumblebeerror]

They also shouldn’t be shipped without even BASIC accessibility options.

My mom’s bf is red/green colorblind. He loves Breath of the Wild. But he can’t play it without someone to help him read captions, because they are light grey on dark grey with RED FUZZY TEXT. There is no option to change the color of these. These red texts are important pieces of info vital to figuring out puzzles.

All Nintendo needed to do to make BOTW accessible in this case was allow the player to choose the color of these bolded words. Which they have done in previous games like Ocarina of Time, where you can choose to make them blue, red, or yellow. The other option that would fix this is a high contrast filter option, because the game is so stylized and full of soft gradients and predominately brown, grey, and green.

Those are two very simple changes that would have greatly improved my mom’s bf’s play experience. He wouldn’t need me there to read the captions to him. He wouldn’t need to look up guides to everything to figure out what the fucking text says.

MY personal biggest gripe with games is when instructions or quests I am given are not able to be accessed after I’ve read them. I have a very shit memory, and my good example for this feature is Skyrim. The game has a quest tab that logs every single update to your quests and quotes important info from npcs in that log. It updates your objectives as the quests continue, and clearly states what you are meant to be doing as you go. I’ve never had a skyrim quest I couldn’t complete because the instructions were unclear, and it’s frankly my favorite thing about that game.

At very baseline, a game should give a high contrast option, an option to turn off any light effects that may cause seizure, should be able to be used with a screen reader, any red or green text should be either on a contrasting background or able to be changed to another color, and all instructions should be accessible after you’ve read them - either the character has a journal, or an updating quest tree, or the npc can be prompted to repeat themselves if need be.

All of these are things that aren’t going to impact a game’s story or art too much. They aren’t going to fuck up the story. They’re just options that make it more possible to understand what the fuck is happening.

Additionally, I think a built-in narrator (like Minecraft’s, which can read off the subtitles for you, tell you what you’re looking at, and read the chat for you), a fully customizable button mapping, and toggleable sneak and sprint are excellent ways to make your game more accessible without necessarily impacting the difficulty level.

game companies should be fucking EMBARRASSED about being inaccessible. it should be mortifying to ship a game with shit captions or no UI scaling options or no option to disable flashing / strobing effects. games lauding their character customization should be laughingstocks for not including hearing aids or congenital disorders or prosthetic limbs. EA should be publicly fucking humiliated for the sims series being 23 goddamn years old and include cats and dogs and horses and werewolves and zombies and mermaids and star wars and not FUCKING WHEELCHAIRS.

[strixcattus]

Conlang Year Days 43–47: Nouns

Over the course of this week the prompts were mostly focused on figuring out what nouns would get marked for—class, number, definiteness, and function.

Day 43: Noun Class

...Conlang has (technically, is planned to have, since we haven't gotten to this prompt yet) seven grammatical persons, three of which have four genders, which are based on semantics. I don't need to add noun class to the stew.

Day 44: Noun Number

I'm pretty sure I actually said something about Conlang's plural system before Conlang Year was going on, and my intentions haven't changed since.

Conlang has an unmarked singular and two marked numbers, plural and general. The plural is marked by doubling the final syllable of the noun—currently I'm thinking that this process gets essentially fused into the word before Stage 2 of sound changes (you may or may not recognize this as immediately after all the stress-based changes), which would result in occasionally irregular-looking forms, but I've yet to test how this would work in practice, so it's still up for some wiggling.

The "general" is a bit like a collective, "all X," except it carries the implication of "not necessarily all X." It's for generalizing. If I say something like, "Cats have four legs, long tails, and fur," that's a general statement, which isn't falsified by the existence of cats with missing legs, short tails, or no fur at all, and in Conlang that first word would be marked differently than that of the sentence, "Cats are covering the warm tile floor." The general is going to be derived from *puyi (universe).

Day 45: Definiteness

This was the day where I decided on the numerical system Conlang uses. Not even the number day got me to crack, sit down, and spin up a bunch of numeric words, but, well... I needed markers for definiteness, and "one" and "some" are pretty classic sources.

I want my definiteness markers to agree with number—two each for definite and indefinite, since the general doesn't need these markers—what would that even mean?

The indefinite markers will be derived from *liya (one) and *kiyi (some), respectively. The definite markers will be derived from demonstrative determiners, which I have yet to create.

Day 46: Case!

Or is it just "function?" I don't know if I can say "case" if it isn't marked directly on the noun. That's always been a bit unclear.

This one's the fun day—two days, actually, since I only finished selecting all the derivations earlier today. I like the idea of having each noun's function be indicated by an adposition which gives me a landing site for subjective tense markers later on.

Hold on, I've got a list. There are twelve. (The World Lexicon of Grammaticalization was very helpful for several of these, and gave inspiration for even a few of the cases it didn't cover.)

Nominative: from *teto (have)

Accusative: from *yine (take)

Dative (indirect object): from *kaki (give)

"Give" and "take" came right from the World Lexicon. None of their examples for Agent sources were particularly inspiring, but "have" seemed the natural completion of the triad.

Instrumental: from *kazo (hold)

Comitative (accompanied by): from *noda (follow)

Benefactive (on the behalf of): from *dedi (help)

Pretty straightforward, I think. I don't remember if I got the comitative derivation from the World Lexicon or not, but. You get where these all come from.

Locative (at): from *dizopo (liver)

Inessive (in): from *koju (heart)

Adessive (near, by, outside): from *zese (lung)

I've always been a little fuzzy on what exactly "locative" means, but the distinction between these three is like so:

Say I want to spend the afternoon with a friend, and we decide to meet up at a café both of us know. I can say one of three things:

I'll be waiting at the café. (Once you're at the café, you'll be able to find me—but where specifically I am, you won't know until I'm there.)

I'll be waiting in the café. (You know where I'll be—inside the café, probably at a table or something.)

I'll be waiting by the café. (You know where I'll be—outside the café, waiting for you to arrive.)

The locative-liver connection was from the World Lexicon, and I was frankly ecstatic to discover it. Then the inessive-heart link was there as well, so I just kind of rolled with it.

Ablative (from): from *dana (leave)

Allative (to): from *sozu (enter)

Perlative (through): from *kili (nerves)

The former two came from the World Lexicon. The last one came from my desire to complete the set.

Day 47: Noun Phrases

Not as difficult as it seemed. I already knew the plural would be marked at the end of the noun, so it's best to keep all number markings there. If I take into account the already-determined sentence structure, the nouns will probably follow the case particles. The only real decision left to make was where the definiteness indicators go.

Currently, what I'm going with is: case definite NOUN-number, though I may take the definitiveness indicator and attach it somewhere else. If I do, it'll be a prefix on the noun most likely—that case preposition does not need more of a job than it's already going to have.

[chromes-corner]

Ok. I’m thinking that self aware trope where reader gets teleported into the game cause of plot reasons, and the cookies are all ecstatic cause they revere reader and see them as a sort of god. Just that concept with lilac headcanons and rv headcanons cause they’re my two favorites. Tysm! Have fun with self aware!

IM FUCKING BACK TO WRITING LETS GOOOO!!!!!

Self aware is honestly a cute concept lol. Oh to have the little people in my phone worship me…..

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Lilac/Reader & Red Velvet/Reader

Notes: fluff, headcanons

Content warnings: a very brief “gore” (it’s just a mention of reds arm getting chopped when he was a kid) mention

A/N: I really like how people refer to the reader as the Baker in self aware fics so I stole that idea <3

Lilac

Lilac knows he was given a purpose, but what that purpose is, exactly, is unclear to him.

He has a faint memory that’s a bit fuzzy around the edges, but it’s a memory nonetheless. He figures it must be a remnant of another life, left in his “code” (if he really is to buy into the belief that he’s part of a game).

The clearest part of the memory is that he’s a mercenary-turned-bodyguard, but who he’s guarding remains a mystery. He knows it was some figure of royalty — someone very important, — but when he tries to picture the face of his charge, he always draws blanks.

When he hears that the Baker (as others referred to you as) has taken the form of a Cookie inside the game, Lilac reasons that it must be you that he’s to protect.

He starts off subtle, keeping his distance but also watching over you.

He silently dispatches a few wandering dangers before they can get too near to you, all while you remain none the wiser.

Some of the others have taken to the job of “protecting” you as well, but they mostly use it as an excuse to overstay their welcome around you.

As time goes on, and as you get more acquainted with the Cookies, Lilac finds himself drifting closer and closer.

The physical closeness translates to emotional closeness.

Eventually, he allows himself to set down his blades when you’re not in imminent danger.

He learns that you’re so much more than just a fabled figure. You may know him inside and out, but Lilac has yet to get to know you.

He listens to you talk for hours, content with silently sitting in your presence. Perhaps he’ll even allow himself to press his shoulder against yours, or to hold your gaze for just a few seconds longer before letting it flit away…

When you call, he’s there. Sometimes he’s there before you even need to call.

“I will protect you,” Lilac vows over and over. It’s the only way he’ll let himself say he loves you.

Red Velvet

What’s a god to a non-believer, exactly?

Red Velvet doesn’t understand, at first. Word of your power and otherworldliness reaches the corner of the Kingdom that he’s claimed for himself, but when he sees you in person, you just seem like, well, a person.

You’re not much different from himself, especially since you’ve taken on a cookie form.

Even Pomegranate looks to the ground when you walk by — a habit she’s only ever reserved for Dark Enchantress.

He could surely best you in every way possible! You hardly know how to swing a sword, much less block a swipe from his claws.

He’s wholly uninterested in the reverence the others take part in when you’re suddenly thrown into in the game itself.

One day, however, Red Velvet overhears you talking to some of the children, telling them some sweeping tale about your homeland.

^^Even Pancake has stilled to listen to your stories of massive mechanical steeds and vast kingdoms made of “concrete” (whatever that is).

Red Velvet hardly had a childhood, much less one of whimsy. The earliest memory he could recall was of his birth — waking into the white-hot as furious sparks cracked over the stump where his right arm once was.

He hadn’t even cooled off from the oven’s heat before he was forced to adapt and grow up.

Besides that terrible memory, all Red Velvet had was his imagination to occupy his time in the black nothingness before you set him free and called him “home.”

He wondered for so long if there was anything beyond that void, and now, here you were, weaving tales of grandeur beyond even that of his desperate imagination.

Red Velvet hungers for more. Every day, he sits just out of your sight and listens to your stories. He closes his eyes and pretends that he’s there, as some soft, round being with a fleshy nose and four fingers and a thumb on each hand.

Most of the time, you’re there with him.

You show him around the concrete kingdom in your steel beast and you take him to a huge indoor marketplace.

You walk through the corporate space and flick coins into big fountains in exchange for a wish and you eat cheap sodium-rich foods for extortionate prices and maybe you even sit next to him and hold his hand while you make up stories about each unique passerby.

Somewhere, beyond the confines of this liminal grassy plain, is a world where the average person doesn’t need to be versed in war tactics to survive. There’s a place where one doesn’t have to worry about their next meal. There’s a place where one can have a choice in who they are, rather than being written to be a specific way.

Red Velvet imagines being in that place a lot.

He would choose to be someone you can love.

[crossedtheline]

He had been curled under his duvet while tapping away on his tablet while the fabric kept the light from escaping his fabric cave and disturbing his temporary room mate. Wireless earbuds nestled in his ear to play music quietly to just himself as he gambled away into the early hours of his morning.

It was the lull in music when he heard a noise that caused him to turn his head. A strange whimper that felt out of place in the room as he sat up causing the blanket to fall and blue light to leak into the room.

It was clear when his eyes fell on Jinx the other was in great distress. He chewed his lip unsure if he should pull over the blanket on his head and return to his games. Knowing Jinx may feel embarrassed by him revealing he saw this moment of fragileness. Also it would be awkward…

But in the end a sigh left his lips as he heard another whimper. Stepping from his bed he moved to Jinx’s and reached a hand to the other shoulder shaking the Pomefoire student. “O-oi…wake up.” He demanded ready to duck from any flying fists.

Before Jinx was cursed, the details were muddy, unclear. He was in his nightgown, his long hair a mess from bed. Usually he would have it in a braid to avoid tangles, but he didn’t want to ask anyone for help for fear of appearing ungrateful. His eyelids were droopy with sleep, but he walked willingly alongside the hulking figure of a royal guard. Notably, he didn’t have shoes on. Maybe if he had stopped to grab his shoes, he would have had time to come to his senses and realized something was off. 

They didn’t walk to his mother’s cottage, he was sure of that. A carriage then? The dream skipped over travel in the way dreams often do. Everything becomes fuzzy and unclear for a moment, and then they refocus on the outer exterior of a cottage. 

He knew it well, they had been here before many times for “camping trips” and vacations away from what he now understood as the iron grip of his grandmother. The outer walls were painted a soft pink, same as the stone walls of Sol. It was decoratively adorned with paintings his mother had done, and a few that him and Lucian had contributed. A sky full of lanterns, the moon and the sun, a field of flowers, all sorts of things that had reminded her of home. If you checked the bottom right corner of the front of the house there were a couple of small painted handprints with two bigger handprints next to them. 

Even though it was meant to be away from Sol, it wasn’t too far. But it was far enough that no one would bother them. Did his mother feel guilty for trying to get away? Maybe that’s why they stayed just barely out of reach. 

Now he was in the living room. There was a big comfy couch with an awful pattern that his mom and dad used to fight all the time about. Not actual arguments, but playful, teasing tiffs about when they were going to replace it. He sat and tried to adjust his nightgown while the guard paced. It was improper for a lady to let her skirt ride up, and at that time, he was a little lady.

They spoke, but the conversation is lost to time. He can’t recall the words because they didn’t matter. He felt a bit nervous being in the cottage again without his mom and dad but he was hushed with the reassurance that his grandmother would be there soon. 

Wake up.

He felt suddenly as if he were meant to be somewhere else right now. But he could only hop off the couch and follow when asked, to the basement. 

You moron, wake up! 

But his grandmother would be there soon. 

It was as if he were being held down in that very moment, forced to listen to the creaking stairs. 

The basement was an unfinished playroom of sorts. His parents worked together on it, but towards the end, his father was working more and more frequently and it wasn’t a project one person should do alone. There were still supplies, some unopened cans of paint, his father’s toolbox. His stomach lurched when he laid eyes on it. 

“I don’t want to be here,” he said, his voice small, “I want to wait for Grandma outside.” 

“She told me she would meet you here.” 

No.

The man goes upstairs and leaves him alone in a playroom that would never be finished. 

He catalogued the cold feeling of concrete beneath his feet, the open insulation in some parts of the walls. He marched over to the only finished corner of the basement and plopped down, with his back against the wall. He felt like crying but couldn’t name why. 

He tried really hard to wake up, but he was held in place again. 

The dream shifts to the feeling of needles down his back. Something was burning into him, through him, and a scream died in his throat halfway through. He couldn’t move, but something was scraping its way down his back. Tears pricked his eyes and he tried to wriggle free. It was nothing but a bone deep pain and all he could do was stare. 

His hair in his eyes. The gray concrete floor. The wood beams in the walls, oak, possibly? The taste of iron in his mouth. The cotton candy pink of the insulation that he had to be warned not to touch, let alone eat. The coolness in the air. Paint cans. His father’s toolbox. The stairs leading away from here.

But the worst was yet to come, and as the curse mark became complete, a foreign magic had-

“O-oi, wake up.”

His eyes snapped open at the sudden hand on his shoulder. Immediately he felt his heart was beating a mile a minute and he was drenched in sweat. He sits straight up and kicks away the blankets, breathing deeply. He almost forgot he had 

“Hey, uh, R-Rove,” he scolded himself for his staggered speech, “What’s going on, buddy? Can’t sleep?” 

Play it off, play it off, play it off. 

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Fairytale Chapter 2 - Poly! Kanej x fem! reader Series

A/n: So did I finally write chapter two? Ya... Also this is kinda a filler chapter I was going to make this longer (of course) but I decided it would probably be better to end it off here.

Warnings: Talks about sex/sexual assault, demons, seduces a guy... I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: You finally arrive in Ketterdam...

(I do not own shadow and bone/six of crows, it's characters, or this gif!)

Inej wouldn't look at me.

The entire time they were on this damned ship the human wouldn't even glance at her. Really, she must have known some of the legends then if she knew what a succubus was.

We had finally passed through the border of the red waters that had trapped me and my eyes were swollen with power and I could feel the fear of the Kitten. She should be afraid.

For some reason every time I would walk by the human and she wouldn't even look my way I would get this dropping feeling in my stomach like I was getting stabbed multiple times. It was terrible and I have no idea why I was feeling it, I was a demon for Christ's sake!

Honestly, me being a demon isn't what bothers me it's me being a succubus, for some reason I hate anything sexual. Any sexual interaction did not go well for me, it wasn't like I just didn't feel anything during sexual intercourse. No, it was that I always felt disgusting and that something was slowly and painfully killing me while it happened.

And the weird thing was, all my past memories when I was young as a succubus I never felt that way (this was when my species was slowly dying out of course).

Even though the memories were a little fuzzy and unclear because I was so young and that was so long ago I knew that there was a reason I should be feeling this way. I wasn't stupid some 'trauma' as the humans call it, had to have caused it, but there was no point in my past that I could pinpoint.

Oh well, I probably just missed it considering succubi are immortal.

I see land in the distance and I nearly screech in happiness. There are so many people wandering the docks, rushing back and forth not having a clue that a demon was going to quietly join their ranks and slowly but surely destroy them all.

Okay maybe that's a little dramatic but that's what the plans would be, in the very far future of course. But I have to finish this deal first, haven't I?

The ship stops at the docks and Inej gets everything ready and put together before we both come off her ship.

"We're here."

"Yes, I can see that Kitten, now are we going to do this or not?"

Quickly I leap off the ship onto the dock and Inej is right on my tail.

"Wait-"

"Captain Ghafa." A voice snarls and a man steps out of the crowd of wandering people trying to get to their place in time.

"Why are all my ships sunken in the ocean?" The man's green eyes look unnatural and I could swear I saw a flash of red pass through them before they were back to his normal, nearly too normal green.

"Marcus I warned your ships would never make it back to this harbor. It seems I have done a good job of it if you're confronting me directly." Inej states coming closer to the man having more confidence than she actually has as she stares down Marcus.

"Oh, you little Lynx! When I get to you-"

I step up and his head immediately snaps towards my figure and I internally wince noticing my lack of control over my powers. Even with my lack of... anything, really this was so simple that a newborn could do it.

I place a hand on his shoulder and I smile a dazzling grin that seems to get him going and I notice the little spot of drool coming out the side of his mouth. Wow, men really were pathetic.

"There's no need for that now is there?" My words drip from my tongue like honey.

"You can let us pass without doing us harm! I hate it when people fight." I let a pout slide onto my face and I grin slightly when he starts to nod.

"I'll let you two through without a fight I guess..." He trails off and I can see the effect wearing off.

"Really Sir?"

And just with two words, he's nodding vigorously gesturing for Inej and me to go ahead.

"Yes, Yes! Go right ahead!"

I take Inej's hand pulling her along with me trying to get away from the man (or Marcus as that is his name) as quickly as possible.

"Thank you, Sir!" I give him a wink before we disappear into the crowd.

As we disappear into the crowd my hand still grips onto Inej's as she begins to lead the way. We stop just before what looks like a mansion and before I can say a word I feel a release of pressure on my hand. Looking to my side I find that Inej is gone, a sick feeling bubbles up from my gut only to be soothed when I hear a whisper in my ear.

"Thank you." Her breath fans out on my neck and her lips are so close to the cuff of my ear that they gently brush on it when she pulls away.

Instead of the feeling in my gut being soothed it heightens and my heartbeat speeds up. What the hell is this?

Then all at once she's leading me inside.

The house, scratch that mansion is huge, there's some many details that they all just become one big blur until she pause's right outside of some room in the attic.

"Don't touch him."

Before I can even respond she opens the door to a masculine figure on the bed. He's sitting up and looking like he's planing something, but he looks sickly. Not in the way that; 'Oh no you're sick!' But like something is eating him from the inside out. This must be the boy with the curse on his heart.

Turning to face me he looks in my eyes and my breath is taken because shit-

This was the boy from my visions.

My lips curl and a viscous smile grows upon my face.

"Kaz Rietveld."

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Harry never imagined himself in a situation like this.

Pining after women wasn’t something he did often. They usually threw themselves at him and he either had his fun for the night, or rejected them. He didn’t think too much of their feelings, or their interests. He didnt hang on to their words as they spoke and write notes into his personal journal about things she likes and dislikes.

The list so far?

Likes:

-orange cats

-caramel coffee

-the summer rain smell

-the colors pink and yellow

-quesadillas

-crochet tote bags

-silk eye masks

-thrift stores (especially with shop cats)

Dislikes:

-chocolate orange flavor combination

-overcast days

-bowler hats

-the mailman (unknown reason)

-popcorn kernels

-in n’ out (bad experience, apparently.

She was overtaking his own personal life. Being his assistant, of course she would be more prompt to being deeper than more employees. But he couldn’t help but pick out red ties more often because she complimented him in the color. She had gotten him a refrigerator magnet in Ocean City when she went for a girls weekend, and it was the sole magnet in the small water fridge in his office. She left traces of herself in his life that he couldn’t possibly ignore.

The most invasive and troublesome being his sex life.

He was getting to the point where he couldn’t get off without thinking about her. About her voice, her touch, the smell. His tiny, filthy and shameful snippets of when she leaned on his desk and he had caught a nice glimpse of breast, or the couple times she had bent over and given him an eyeful of her tiny panties and ass… how her dress would cling to her or the time she had accidentally soaked her white shirt with her water bottle and given him a view of her braless chest by accident…

Yeah. Every time he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft of his cock, it was a fantasy of her. The best orgasms so far in his life, only to be rudely awoken by the fact it was all fantasy. So what the fuck was it going to be like if he got his hands on her?

Y/N, unbeknownst to him was in the same boat. Smitten with his snarky comments, his thoughtfulness not many saw, and god, his beautiful face. It wasn’t lost on her that his gentleness was only to her. She had seen him yell too many times at other people and as soon as she would walk in, his tone would soften when directed at her. She got away with a lot more than others did and it did make people… talk.

They talked all about how she must have slept her way into the job. Placed bets on how long it would take her to get fired for not dropping to her knees fast enough. And while it wasn’t everyone, she did overhear it enough to make her upset. Hell, she wished she was getting dicked down by her boss, bur she wasn’t! And they still had all of the nerve to say it just because she had managed to stick around longer than the others. Understandable, Burt hurtful.

Harry was stuck, really. He knew that he either had to ignore it or make a move. But still, he was unclear about if she was actually into him- or if it was just wishful thinking. She was so kind to everyone, and he really wasn’t warm and fuzzy. His feelings were probably a bit more obvious, he thinks, and she hasn’t made a move. Was it because there was no reciprocation, or because they were at work?

He would need to figure it out.

“Y/N?” He called out to her desk which was outside of his. Another thing that had changed was his door staying open during the day more often. He liked to hear if anyone came up and was flirting with her, if he was being totally honest with himself. He had caught it a few times and that unholy possessiveness reared it’s ugly head. Plus, it made it easier to call to her.

Y/N perked up, standing up and striding towards his door. Upon his instruction of closing the door and coming closer, she did. Her mind went to mush though, because he looked…. So fucking good. With his hair slightly messed up for once, his white button up a bit tighter than normal around his biceps… she felt weak and dazed simply looking at him. His powerful aura was so, so sexy.

“I need help with a project after hours.” He was winging it. Completely and utterly winging it. “I’m redoing my den area in my home… and I’d like you to help me do it. You’ve got design experience, yes?” He crossed his arms, trying to not stare too hard at anything other than her face. It was hard.

“Oh- I’m, yes? But I’m not too good, I just make those Pinterest boards like I showed you? I was just planning and-“

“Good. I liked when you showed me them. My home is very boring. Sterile. And I would like some more… character.” In reality, it was just going to make him go insane even more at home. Seeing her in his living space. Things she picks out in his living room. It was so stupidly dangerous for their professional relationship considering how close Harry was to jumping her bones, but he wanted time away from the office to see if he was imagining her flirtations.

She was overwhelmed by the offer, but couldn’t say no. Not when it gave her an excuse to see him… in potentially casual clothes, and feeding her nosy imagination for his house. Plus, she loved to decorate. What could go wrong?

“O-okay, sure. When would you like me to be doing this?” Her voice raised in pitch, showing her nerves slightly. Adorable. He loved getting reactions out of her.

“Some hours during the weekends. You will be compensated and fed, of course. And I will be with you. We will do the shopping wherever you see fit. But you know me. I am very particular, so I wish to be involved in this process. The most I can be.”

Weekends. Alone with his assistant that he wanted to make his own so badly that he had to clench his fists to avoid grabbing at times. The assistant that had been the main star of his fantasies, the assistant that made his palms sweat and heart race.

He was interested in seeing how it turned out.

[twilightdruig]

sleeping with the ceo

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

summary: one night stand before the first day of his new job and oops that was his new boss he was sleeping with.

warnings: ceo!reader , assistant!george , muggle!au , mentions of sex , one night stand , awkwardness , fwb

words: 1.8k

a/n: unedited!! i have a love hate relationship with this and i just wanted to say @wandsandwheezes , @chokemepansy , @rcwenaclaw , and @nancybycrs are such huge inspirations to me like their writing is amazing <33

y/n didn’t know how she got here. she remembers going out with her friends, having a few drinks and partying a bit.

now, she was tangled in unfamiliar sheets with an attractive man next to her. she examined him, he was lanky, had ginger hair and freckles littered his body.

she vaguely remembers him buying her a drink. she had this fuzzy memory of his hands roaming her body. she slightly remembered his name starting with a ‘g’.

he started fussing and moving around in his sleep. he slipped his hand back to her waist so she couldn’t try to escape. he let out a groan in her ear and tightened his arms around her.

she didn’t want to wake him up so she subtly tried to nudge his chest. they were both still very naked. none of them bothered to put anything on after last night.

she raked her brain to remember what his name was. was it glen? gabriel? george? george. it sounded familiar. george. george! that was his name. he looked like a george too.

“george” she whispered slowly “george!” she whispered again a little louder. “george” she said one last time with a nudge.

he jumped a little. his eyes were now open but still droopy. he attempted to go back to sleep but awoke once again when he realized there was a beautiful girl in his arms. a beautiful naked girl. that was also when he remembered he had a job interview today.

he shot up and quickly covered himself when he realized he was undressed. she quickly turned the other way as well.

“hey there! uh… y/n right?” he exclaimed frantically, panic evident in his eyes. fred and lee somehow convinced him to come with them and celebrate fred’s job offer. the three always celebrated together. when lee finished his internship, when they graduated, when they bought their first cars, etc.

“yeah, hi!” she greeted. this was the most awkward thing she’s ever experienced. she’s a ceo! she’s fired people, yelled at people and have been in way more embarrassing moments. this is gonna be fine.

“well — uhm, it’s the first day of my job and it’s kind of really important. you can stay if you want to, my brother can take care of it” he offered.

“oh! i also have work to attend to, actually” she declined.

“oh… well then. this,” he gestured in between them, “was great. really! i wish i could spend more time but this is huge”

“no, i totally understand” she smiled.

when he left to the bathroom, she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. she walked around the spacious bedroom and picked up her scattered clothes. she just had to get picked up and change in the office. she held her shoes by the heals, got dressed up in wrinkly, used clothes and exited the room to leave for work.

she squeaked when she found george (or who she thought it was) standing shirtless, and hair dripping in the kitchen. “hi darling, i’m fred” he winked.

“yes… hi, fred. george didn’t mention a twin, only a brother” she pursed her lips feeling slightly embarrassed.

“explains the frightened and confused look”

“yeah… is it alright if i leave? tell george i had a great time last night,” she said “even if i didn’t remember most of it” she whispered to herself.

“yeah, sure!” he took a sip of his beverage “should i tell the doorman to call a taxi for you?”

“that would be really great. thank you so much”

“it’s certainly no problem” he dialed the doorman and requested a taxi.

she ran out the door, catching a glimpse of fred smirking to himself.

george walked out his room all dressed up for work and very nervous.

“missed her mate”

“oh… well i might see her again who knows” ‘oh you certainly will’ fred thought

“tell me, was she a good shag?” fred teased

“yes, actually” george laughed

“reckon she looked quite familiar?” fred asked. he knew who she was and what george was getting himself into but decided to just leave it until george figured it out by himself.

“no. you know her?”

“not really, no. familiar though”

—

she waited outside for a taxi which brought her straight to her office building.

“y/n! where the hell have you been?!” liv, your stand in assistant whisper-yelled to y/n.

“i was out with friends late last night, okay? no big deal”

“it is a big deal! there are a few workers starting her today! including your assistant because i have another job and kids to also attend to.” she handed her a white folder with the logo on the front “this is the list of all the new employees who will visit your office for first day evaluation”

“… except your assistant who will be here shortly”

“i’m gonna need to get changed.” she muttered. boy was today gonna be busy.

she boarded the elevator which took her to the highest floor; her office.

when she arrived, she ran to her personal space, past her assistant desk and into the small walk-in closet. she looked like a downright mess and it wasn’t appropriate to see new employees looking like a slob.

she tried her best looking professional and clean. she didn’t want her employees to know she was out sleeping with a stranger the night before. she did not know what she was getting herself into.

a few minutes passed, she was seated in her desk going through emails and actual mail, checking her calendar and whatnot when she heard the elevator door open.

she looked up and was met with familiar ginger hair, brown eyes and freckles. “george?” “y/n!?” they yelled at the same time.

they saw each other this morning, naked, and tangled in each other’s arms. george didn’t know why he didn’t recognize her, and y/n didn’t know how this was possible ‘who goes out the night before their first day at their job?’.

“heyy,” y/n greeted awkwardly slow “george.”

she could hear a faint and unclear “i slept with my new boss last night” from george.

“and i slept with my new assistant last night as well” she continued, testing the waters. in the amount of times y/n has hired people, this has never happened.

george gave her a tight-lipped smile. now it made sense what fred said this morning. she was of course familiar. the oh so rich ceo of the company he now works at. y/n l/n, multi-millionaire.

“listen, george. if you don’t want to work as my assistant, i can transfer you to one of my managers” she offered. she took his feelings into account, maybe he regret last night, he might be the office slut or whatever was going through his head.

“no! no, y/n. that’s ridiculous. i would love to work for you”

—

weeks turned into months and the two working together went smoothly. he answered her calls, made reservations and bought coffee. they worked like friends, equals. not like one was working for the other.

george especially appreciated the scented candle y/n got him the very next day after the awkward exchange.

y/n would even call him into her office for a quickie almost a year into him working there. it became a regular thing. either her hands down his trousers or her bent over her own desk.

today was different though. george was jittery and nervous. y/n was the least busy she’s ever been. she’d ask what her schedule was every half hour.

he slipped a little something in her calendar tonight, though. 8pm dinner at italiano’s with george. it was kind of a way of asking her out? he thought it was smart.

“georgie, what else is on my schedule today?” she called from her desk while playing with her pen.

“well, sweetheart,” they called each other nicknames and petnames when no one was around “you have a meeting with alicia by 4:30, selene is stopping by for drinks by 5:15 and you have dinner with me at 8”

she registered the meetings into her mind then along came dinner with her assistant with benefits.

“is this your way of asking me out, georgie?” she teased.

“oh, you see right through me huh”

“of course i do,” she poked his sides “literally an hour before your first day i was tangled in your sheets. i think we’ve got quite the bond”

—

after all her meetings and meet ups, it was finally the time for her to go home, or in today’s case, have dinner with george.

they went to a dainty little italian restaurant who served the best pasta she’s ever had (well that’s what she told george). it was quiet especially for a sunday night.

george was sitting across from her as they waited for the food. he started with a little small talk like the weather and the environment. he then talked about the situations at work and other people who worked with them. this felt natural to them. just two friends (or more) talking comfortably in a romantic italian restaurant.

“we had sex the first time today, a year ago” george interjected.

“you really have a way with words, weasley. but really?” y/n asked with wide, surprised eyes. george nodded. “wow! a year ago. that seems like so long”

“it does”

their food was served and they went back to office talk. they also reminisced on how awkward they were. my, my. how much they’ve grown.

“you know, y/n.” he reached to hold her hand “me and fred had this huge idea” he started.

“you know how i told you about those times in high school and college where me, fred and our best friend lee would prank people and joke around?”

“of course”

“we’re opening a shop! we have enough money for it now!” he exclaimed.

“george!” she arose from her seat and gave him a big hug “i am so extremely proud of you”. she knew he was passionate about that. she knew about his mom not supporting him and his brother snd wanting them to take a political or medical job.

george felt like he was gonna tear up. this woman us amazing. she supports him about everything he’s passionate about, she makes sure he’s comfortable and she makes him happy. y/n was all he could ever ask for.

“y/n.” george uttered in her ear, finally gaining the confidence to tell her “i have another thing to tell you.”

“yeah, go ahead georgie” she held his face with her hands.

“i — i am so completely utterly drop dead in love with you” he whispered with a small smile “and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, i just wan-“

she cut him off short by pressing her lips against his, forcefully. it took george a few milliseconds to register what was happening until her kissed her back.

she moved her hands to get tangled with the hair on the nape of his neck while his hands were on her waist. they were smiling in their kiss.

when they pulled back they pushed their heads together. “so… did that mean you love me back or..?”

she kissed him again and again on his cheeks and nose. “yes. it means i love you back. and i don’t care what anyone says.”

george paid for tonight’s dinner for a change and they went back to y/n’s enormous flat and one thing lead to another…

[walkerismychoice]

Queen of My Heart - Chapter 36

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake X MC, Liam X Olivia, Hana X OC Lydia

Rating: NSFW (I didn’t intend it but it just happened

Summary: Liam finally clears the air with Constantine, and we go to the Fire and Ice Ball at Lythikos, the final social season even before Liam chooses his future Queen.

A/N: Umm, I don’t even want to know how many years it’s been since I updated, but it is with the encouragement of you readers that I was compelled to finish.  My tag list is probably way outdated and I’m sure I’ve missed some poeple who’ve asked to be tagged along the way. Feel free to let me know either way if you want to be tagged or removed from the list.

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Word Count: 2861

Queen of My Heart Chapter Index

“Hello, Father.” Liam greeted Constantine as he walked into the hospital room. He noted the King's color was back to normal and he seemed in good spirits.

"My son, I knew you'd come!" Constantine reached towards Liam with arms outstretched.

Liam just shook his head and held up a hand to stop him. "This is not that kind of visit. I'm here because I know... I know everything."

"What-" Constantine choked out before a coughing fit ensued.

Liam fought the instinctual urge to comfort his father. "Enough with the theatrics. I know about Madeleine...about you threatening the show if they didn't help her win...as if me choosing the woman I plan to spend my life with is some political game to be won."

 "How did you find out? I gave strict orders that my demands were confidential."

Liam scoffed. "Seriously? I just told you I found out you tried to have the producers manipulate me into marrying a woman I don't love, and that's all you had to say for yourself?"

"You have to understand," Constantine pleaded. "Madeleine is what's best for Cordonia, and what's best for Cordonia is what's best for you."

"Unbelievable!" Liam felt the anger rising in his chest like a simmering pot ready to boil over. "You may have told yourself that to feel better about choosing your commitments to Cordonia over happiness, love, family... Maybe you’ve lied to yourself for so long you’ve actually started to believe it, but it's one hundred percent bullshit. I know I'll be a more effective leader if I get to choose the woman I want by my side, and that woman is Olivia."

Constantine's jaw dropped and there was a long pause before he gained his composure to protest. "Absolutely not. You know her family's history. I'd rather have you on the same page as me, but I am still King-"

"Save your breath," Liam shut him down. "You should know that your perfect candidate Madeleine has displayed some behavior quite unbecoming of a future queen, and it is all on film. I know Cordonians are generally flexible with their views on monogamy, but I don't think Madeleine sleeping with the host of the show while she's trying to compete for my affection will look good in anyone's eyes. She has been eliminated from the show and is no longer in the running. That leaves only Riley aside from Olivia, and I know you know what's going on there."

Constantine's face fell momentarily in resignation, but then he perked back up again. "Well, then you can bring back someone else. Kiara is quite lovely and is fit to play the part."

"Enough!" Liam practically shouted much too loud for the thin hospital walls. "Not that I owe you an explanation, but Olivia is stronger, smarter, and more capable of ruling a country than anyone you could hope to pair with me. You seem to forget that I am the son who stuck by you and am now the rightful and only heir to the throne. Your reign is coming to an end, and you have no choice but to accept my decision."

Unexpectedly, Constantine's demeanor changed, a sly grin creeping across his face. "My boy, I've always been a bit worried you were too soft to be king. However, seeing you stand up for yourself today gives me hope. I still don't approve of your choice, but I will no longer stand in your way."

Liam shook his head and let out an incredulous laugh, reeling from Constantine’s sudden change of course. "Bastien will take you back to the palace. We can talk more when I know it's not just the medicine that's gotten to your head."

-----

“Well, this place certainly explains a lot about Olivia.” Riley mused aloud as she scanned the ballroom. Ornate floor to ceiling windows with deep alcoves were surrounded by walls with intricate, gilded accents leading up to a hand-painted ceiling measuring at least 3 stories high. The grandeur of the space was both intimidating and beautiful at the same time, much like its owner.

“Has she shown you all the toys in her armory yet? That too says a lot about Olivia," Drake chuckled at his own joke.

Riley laughed along. “No, but she does constantly remind me she keeps a dagger hidden under her skirt. Are you sure Liam knows what he’s in for?”

"Heh. Better him than me, that's for sure. Liam's warm and fuzzy exterior can make him seem like a pushover, but he can hold his own when it matters. Olivia needs someone who can roll with her mood swings but still call her on her bullshit when needed."

"You know, I admit I had a little trouble wrapping my brain around Liam choosing Olivia, but when you put it that way, it makes sense. Now I suppose I need to find Kat so I can figure out if I need to dance with Liam or something. Ugh, I cannot wait until all these balls are over.

Drake almost doubled over laughing. "Oh, Bennett, I hate to break it to you, but this shit never ends. Next will be the coronation, then some charity gala, Liam's wedding...the list goes on. Welcome to your life as a noble woman."

Riley stared ahead blankly as a giant wave of realization washed over her. It was all so much, so fast. She'd never had time to think past the next day to consider this was all ending soon, and then what? Did she stay with her new-found family and live this life that was still foreign to her in so many ways? What about her life in New York? Sure, she didn't have much going on at the moment, but she still had her aunt Susan and best friend Sarah along with some good friends at work like Daniel. Becoming a therapist was still one of her goals, at least it was until the day she left for Cordonia. Now everything was so unclear, and she could hardly breathe.

Drake must have noticed her face looking some kind of way because he placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her to an open doorway to a nearby balcony. "Why don't we get you some air before you go off and do your thing for the show?"

Once outside and around the corner of the wraparound balcony, Drake pulled Riley into his chest, holding her securely, and she was almost instantly calmed. All the what-ifs fell away, and it was just them. All she needed was the be with him, wherever that turned out to be, and everything else would fall into place.

But what if Drake didn't quite feel the same? They'd been talking as if they'd be together indefinitely, but in reality, they'd only known each other two months. The anxious fluttering in her chest started up again.

Drake pulled back to look her in the eyes. "Riley, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. You know, we're both still half American. We can move back to the states....or uh, I mean you can move back to the states if that's what you want." His eyes darted bashfully to the ground.

Riley's face lit up, the nervous thumping in her chest giving way to excited butterflies. "I like the sound of 'we' better if that's what you really meant. You'd really move back to the U.S. with me? I mean I've hardly had the chance to think about what I want, so that may be irrelevant, but you seriously see a future with me?"

"I do." Drake smiled earnestly. "I'm sure anyone who knows me will think I've gone mad, but whether it means being in New York City and putting up with cramped apartments and way too many people, living a quieter, simple life in Texas, or stealing moments away at dreadful Cordonian events such as this, I know we can make our own happiness...together."

"Wow, the Drake Walker I met two months ago would not believe what's coming out of your mouth right now." Riley touched the back of her hand to Drake's forehead in jest. "Are you sure you aren't running a fever?"

"Haha, very funny." Drake swiftly but gently pushed Riley back again the stone wall. "I'm not feeling ill, but I know how to make your temperature rise.

"You pushing me against duchy walls is becoming a thing, huh? Must have really enjoyed the almost public sex last time."

"Possibly," Drake teased as he slipped his hand through the side-slit in her icy-blue gown, gently gliding his fingers up her thigh. Riley braced herself as Drake neared the place she wanted him the most. Goosebumps gave way to a burning need before she remembered where they were.

"Wait." She pushed a hand against his chest. "We're not exactly alone here, and we've gone to such lengths to keep this under wraps. Someone could walk out here at any moment."

Drake shrugged. "I know it may be a bit reckless, but honestly at this point, I don't care. I just want you."

Riley opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out before Drake swooped in for a searing kiss. She instantly melted into him, Drake continuing his earlier action and deftly plunging two fingers inside her, his eyes widening slightly in surprise when he noticed there was no fabric barrier to work around. A strangled moan escaped Riley's throat as he stroked the exact spot he knew always left her at his mercy.

Drake pulled back with a satisfied grin. "Do you want me to stop? Just say the word and we'll go back in right now."

Instead of answering, Riley yanked him by the collar and crushed her lips to his. Drake responded by hoisting her up and over to the balcony. He perched her atop the railing, one hand grasped firmly around her waist and the other making quick work of undoing his pants.

Teetering on the narrow ledge two stories high, Riley clamped her hand tightly to the railing on either side of her and Drake noticed. "I've got you Bennett, no need to worry. I won't let anything happen to you. I'm just doing my job after all," he said with a smirk.

She smiled at his reference to what was now an inside joke between them. But all joking aside, he always made her feel safe. She released her grip, flinging her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Drake eased his cock free and Riley could tell how hard he was just by sight, the skin stretched taught from his perfect proportion of thickness and length. He lifted her dress and she couldn't wait any longer. She pulled him in and he took the invitation to thrust inside her. Even as wet was she was, his size created just the right amount of fullness and friction to take her breath away.

Riley moaned and gasped with each thrust, which in turn seemed to turn Drake on even more. The thrill of being up so high with nothing but him to hold her only added to her excitement and when he began rubbing circles over her clit with his thumb that was all it took to push her figuratively over the edge. She tightened around him everywhere, her orgasm eliciting immense heat and pleasure with every pulse, resulting in Drake picking up his pace until his own release followed shortly thereafter.

Drake carefully set Riley down before putting himself back together. "I'm almost a little disappointed we didn't nearly get caught this time."

"If I don't get back in there immediately, that's still a possibility." Riley had no idea how much time had passed but it was probably more than she thought. "Fuck, Kat is going to be pissed." Riley straightened her skirt and started towards the ballroom door.

"Wait!" Drake puller her in for a quick kiss. "I love you. Just so you don't forget."

Riley rolled her eyes but smiled. "You know you have nothing to worry about. If Liam's charms haven't wooed me yet, I think you’re safe. But I love you too. Now go do your job." She smacked him on the ass before hustling back to the ballroom, Drake following shortly thereafter.

As expected, Kat was frantic when Riley found her. “Where the fuck were you? You were supposed to meet up with me twenty minutes ago?”

Overhearing Riley’s scolding, Olivia smugly sidled up next to them. “I mean, I didn’t mind getting extra time with Liam, but you know Jo and Kat and there ‘ratings’, Olivia said while gesturing with air quotes. She scanned Riley from head to toe and then glanced over to Drake on the perimeter. “Ugh, I can tell you exactly what, or rather who she was doing. Gross. I guess that just makes my position more secure, but really, couldn’t you have waited until after my ball to fuck him?”

Riley sheepishly smoothed her hair and adjusted her dress. “I just needed some air, that’s all. I was having a moment.”

Olivia scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever you want to call it. Although I still cannot fathom why you chose Drake, I suppose I should be a little easier on you for eliminating yourself from the competition and allowing Liam to break free of his distraction of the shiny new object.”

“Aww, Olivia, that’s so sweet. Next thing you know we’ll be best friends,” Riley replied sarcastically.

 “I don’t know about friends...but I do dislike you less than the rest of them.” Olivia tried and failed to hold back a smile.

“I’ll take it,” Riley said with a laugh before turning to Jo. “Okay, now tell me where I need to be.”

Jo set Riley up with Liam on the dance floor. It still wasn’t hard to pretend to be into Liam because it wasn’t all pretend, but there was no lingering pining between them.

“Well, I spoke to my father this morning.” Liam spun Riley around and brought her back to face him.

“Finally!” Riley exclaimed. “How did that go?”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around it to be completely honest, but it went surprisingly well. I told him I knew everything, and he no longer had a say in my decision. He tried to argue with me at first, but somehow something I said made him respect me. He still may not agree with my choice, but I think this is finally all over! I am free to choose who I want without any threat or blackmail hanging over my head.

Riley pulled Liam in and hugged him tightly. “That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you, and for all of us.” The weight on Riley’s shoulders was suddenly ten times lighter. She hadn’t let herself think too deeply about how much was at stake, but now that the air was clear, she realized how stressed she had been. “Now all that’s left is for you to tear my heart to pieces on national television, and you get your fairy tale ending.”

Liam chuckled. “I’ll try to let you down easy.”

-----

Drake stood in his usual position off the side of the dance floor. This may not be the last of these events he’d have to endure, but at least it should be the last time he’d have to stand on the sidelines watching Riley dance with someone else. He was secure in what they had, but it still didn’t stop that twinge of jealously seeing her and Liam together talking, touching, and having fun. But it wasn’t a bad thing that his best friend and girlfriend get along so well. Girlfriend...that’s the first time he’d used that term for anyone he’d “dated”, even if only in his head. It was hard to believe everything was falling into place.

Drake took his eyes off Riley to scan the perimeter. What he saw didn’t immediately register as out of the ordinary, but then he quickly recalled this person walking towards the dance floor wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Bastien, check out three o’clock.” Drake altered Bastien via his radio earpiece. “How did she get in here without security clearance?”

“I don’t know.” Bastien replied. “I’ll check with the other guys to see who let her in. Keep an eye on her.”

Drake watched in concern as Madeleine marched towards the dance floor. She’d been banned from the rest of filmed events after her stunt. Not wanting to let her cause a scene, Drake was about to stop her from getting any closer, when she pulled out an unmistakable object. She had a gun and it was pointed right at Riley and Liam.

Before Drake could alert the rest of the team, people started to scatter. He heard a familiar click and knew he had to disarm Madeleine immediately, but it was too late. A shot went off and he didn’t hesitate. Drake dove between the bullet and his two best friends on the dance floor, and that would be the last thing he remembered before he hit the floor.

[procrastinatorimagines]

Worry

Fandom: One Chicago

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Warning/s: car crash

Word Count: 2,595

Request:  Hi! Can I get a Connor x reader? She is Jay’s partner and she gets in an accident during a car chase (Jay isn’t in the car) she gets hurt pretty severely. Kelly is the one who gets her out of the car. Lots of worried fluff from all 3 guys but eventually she ends up being okay.

You and your partner Jay pulled up outside the house, hands on your sidearms, ready for whatever you might find. The stolen vehicle you’d been tracking on the otherside from where you’d parked. This was one of three potential locations of your murder suspect, so Voight had split the unit up to check out each sites. Slowly getting out of the car Jay motioned for you to check out the front while he went to the back. It may have just been the two of you, but you weren’t worried, you were a good team. 

It wasn’t long before you reached the front, moving carefully up the steps and peering in the window through a gap in the curtains. You couldn’t see any movement inside, but someone had tossed the place. The house was unoccupied, so you didn’t need a warrant to enter, trying the door when Jay radioed to tell you he was already inside. 

That’s when you heard the noise, a loud rustling in the bushes behind you on the side of the house. Turning around you saw a man dart out, he must have climbed out an upstairs window. He tripped a little when he saw you but kept running for the street. “50 21 Sierra, I’ve got eyes on the suspect heading north from our location,” you radioed as you ran, practically jumping down the front steps and engaging in pursuit. 

He’d crossed the street by the time you realised that he wasn’t going to be on foot much longer, climbing quickly into the drivers seat of your car as he was already starting to peel of down the road in the stolen car. “Halstead if I don’t go now I’m going to lose him,” you radioed quickly, “he’s no longer on foot, I’m going to pursue.”

“Go, I’ll catch up,” he told you as you were already taking off after your suspect, radioing on the city wide that you were engaging in a high speed pursuit and would need back up as you turned on your lights and siren.

You barely heard Jay radio too, requesting a pick up from his location, too busy making sure you didn’t lose the suspect as he made a sharp turn, radioing in all his moves as you made them. You matched him with ease, not only was his car much older than yours, you were also a pretty damn good driver. 

Making your way onto a busier road you watched him frantically swerve in and out of different lanes, dodging cars as best he could in the mid day rush. You were just catching up to him at an intersection, your focus single as you saw the distance between your cars close, hearing the sirens of your back up in the distance. He’d be blocked in soon, you just needed to keep on him...

You didn’t really know what happened next, one second you were mere feet from him, coming up to a set of lights, he’d started to put his foot down and so had you, both realising that the lights were very much green for you.

Then... It was like the world had been flipped over and your senses had been knocked out of your body. Everything was spinning, you couldn’t breath, couldn’t tell what was going on. As soon as it had started, it had stopped, and everything had gone black.

You came to a world upside down, or maybe it was just you, you realised as you cracked your eyes open, trying to make out your surroundings through the broken front window of your car, your hands still gripping the steering wheel. Your head was pounding and you were acutely aware of a warm sensation getting larger and more worrying creeping up your midsection. Oh, you’d crashed.

It was probably the shock, but your first coherent thought was about your suspect, worried that he’d gotten away. You tried to will yourself to focus, to at least assess your person. Sirens sounds were getting closer and closer as you pried your hands off of the steering wheel, your arms heavy as you felt your abdomen, not trusting yourself to move your neck. Your hand felt wet, and as it travelled slowly further down you were met with a hard object, it felt like glass...

Why would there be glass there? You thought, had you been hit? You couldn’t feel it, well, you couldn’t feel the pain, but when you brought your hand up to your face it was slick with blood. That wasn’t good. 

The sirens were loud now, and when they shut off you realised that they must have arrived. “Y/N! Y/N!” You heard a voice shout, it sounded like Jay. You were glad he hadn’t been in here with you.

“No! Jay you can’t, it’s not stable, let us pull her out,” another voice said, and was met with arguing and yelling from your partner. Kelly... 51 must have been here. Footsteps approached you as you took shallow breaths, your vision was getting blurry but you tried to stay awake.

“Y/N,” Kelly said cautiously as he reached you, crouching almost completely down to see you through the remains of the front window. You tried to tell him you were still with him, but it came out as incoherent groan. Good enough, you decided, he seemed relieved enough by it. You were alive. 

He looked back and shouted something to the others that you couldn’t quite make out before turning back to you. “Hang tight, we’re going to get you out okay?” He tried to sound reassuring as he disappeared, probably to get some equipment to cut you out. ‘Hang tight’, yeah, you quite literally were, there was no where else you could go. 

You focused on the sound of saws, they were trying to cut through your door to get you out. It was slow going, something about the structural integrity, but you were feeling more lightheaded by the second and the words were starting to lose meaning. You were aware of Sylvie nearby, she was worried about your injuries, they needed to get you out quickly. 

Then you blacked out again. It couldn’t have been for long, because you were still in the car when you came to, but the door was gone and a c collar was being put around your neck as they were trying to figure out how to remove you without and keep the glass in your side stable. It was killing you, but it was also keeping you alive right now. 

It smelled funny, you noticed as they grabbed something to secure the glass, beginning to wrap something around you and fasten it in place. You could barely feel it anyway, but you knew as soon as the shock wore off it would hurt like nothing else. 

“Hold on Y/N,” Kelly muttered, inspecting the seatbelt situation. If you hadn’t have been wearing it... well you weren’t sure, but you were pretty sure it had saved your life, even if it had apparently sliced your shoulder. Huh, you hadn’t even noticed. 

You wanted to tell him that you were trying, but you couldn’t say anything as that smell got some prominent. Were you going crazy? As it turned out no,

“Severide!” You heard Casey yell, “we got to move, the car’s going to go!” He called for everyone else to fall back. Gas.

“I need more time to get her out!” Kelly yelled back frantically, refusing to leave your side. “If we move her too fast-”

“Severide!” A deeper voice, more demanding and in charge, Boden. There was a light forming behind you, fire.

Kelly froze for a split second before meeting your eyes, worry clear as day, before he started quickly cutting you free from the seat belt. 

Now, now you felt the pain. As Kelly hauled you out of the wreck of the car by the shoulders, you wondered if the fire had already reached you, because you felt like you were burning. Moments later the car blew, and Kelly shielded you with his body, muttering how sorry he was as the pain took you from your waking state yet again.

“Stay with me Y/N, oh god stay with me,” he called for help as you heard people rushing towards you, but you couldn’t, not for long, no matter how hard you tried.

The last thing you remembered as you were loaded on to a back board, Slyvie and Emily doing there best to keep you alive until you reached Med, was Jay yelling at Kelly. “What the hell was that!? You could have killed her!”

“What else was I supposed to do? The car was going to blow! Any slower and she would have blown with it,” Kelly snapped back. “You know what, you want to start this, why was she alone in the first place huh? Aren’t you supposed to be her partner?!”

Boden and Casey broke them up and Jay insisted on riding with you to Med, climbing in as you were loaded into the ambo and the doors were shut. Emily hit the gas, driving you to Med as quickly as she possibly could. 

You met Jay’s eyes barely as Sylvie tried to give you oxygen, shakily grabbing his hand and smiling at him softly as everything went black. “Y/N? Y/N!”

-

The next thing you saw was figure above you, silhoutetted by a bright light, but as your eyes slowly focused you realised who you were looking at. Your boyfriend, Connor. You smiled weakly, your head fuzzy, but your pain was now a dull ache. They must have given you some pretty heavy pain medication, you realised. 

Connor’s face flushed with relief and his whole body visible relaxed, a hand going to lightly cup your face. “You’re awake,” he breathed, putting his forehead against yours. He’d been crying, you realised, noting the slight red around his eyes. It must have been bad.

“Hmmm,” you got out, your mouth and throat impossibly dry. Connor offered you some slow sips of a drink out of a straw. “Connor...” You croaked out.

“Hey baby,” he smiled, “you gave us quite a scare.” Although his tone was light, you could hear the genuine fear behind it as he flashed a torch in your eyes, examining you.

He seemed satisfied, you could move your toes and squeeze his hand. “What... happened?” You managed, still so unclear on the whole situation. Or, you realised, how long you’d been in the hospital. You needed answers. 

“An SUV sped through a red light, crashed straight into you,” he explained, anger slipping into his voice, “51 managed to get you out, but...”

“Car blew up,” you finished and he nodded, taking your hand.

“They had to get you out quicker than they should, you took a large piece of glass to your side, lost a lot of blood. Y/N, you’ve been in the ICU the last couple of days, you’ve been in and out of surgery, you...” his voice caught and he squeezed your hand, “you coded in the ambulance on the way to Med, then again on the table. I thought we’d lost you, it’s been so touch and go-”

“Am I okay?” You dared ask after a pause, looking down at yourself. Well, you still had all of your limps, you could feel them too, Connor had seemed especially relieved about that.

“You should be,” he answered honestly, “well, you shouldn’t be if we’re talking about odds, but you pulled through. God, Y/N I was so worried.” Oh, it had really been that bad. 

“Well you know me,” you cracked a half grin, “I like to keep you on your toes.” Connor chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head at the fact that you could joke about the situation. You laughed a little too, stopping when you felt a sharp pain. Worth it, you thought, to see him smile.

“I love you,” he said with earnest, meeting your eyes. You swallowed hard, humour gone as you took in the severity of the situation.

“I love you too,” you told him, like a promise that you were going to be okay.

“Jay and Kelly have barely left since you arrived, been at each other’s throats a little about the whole situation,” he told you as memories of their fight after the incident came back to you. 

“It’s not their fault,” you said, your voice coming back to you more even though it still hurt a little to talk.

“I know, so do they really, I think they’re blaming themselves more than each other anyway,” he admitted. You knew how they felt, you’d felt guilty when Jay had been shot and you hadn’t been there. 

“They care,” you smiled. You and Jay had been partners for years, and Kelly was one of your closest friends, they were bound to worry. They also always felt like they had to save everyone, and you knew how much they hated being helpless to do something, so this must have nearly killed them Well, not in the same way that it had nearly killed you, but still.

“Should I be jealous?” Connor joked and you laughed again, lightly swatting his arm.

“Ow, stop,” you lightly put a hand to your side, feeling the bandage.

“There was a lot of internal bleeding too, but we managed to get it under control, it took a long time but you should make a full recovery, a slow one Y/N,” he said pointedly, knowing that you were probably already thinking about the case. You were.

Before you could reply there was a soft knock at the door, Jay poking his head in slightly and smiling when he saw you awake and alert. You gesture for him to come in, and see Kelly entering behind him too. Both men look like they haven’t really slept, and you could tell by how carefully they were surveying that they were checking if you were alright. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Jay asked tentatively.

“Better than ever,” you told him and he rolled his eyes.

“Really, Y/N,” Kelly pushed. It wasn’t entirely fair to them, you knew how much they cared about you, but you didn’t want coddling.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, though neither of them looked entirely convinced as they glanced to Connor, who gave them a slight nod to let them know that you would be.

“Didn’t know if you were going to pull through for a minute there,” Kelly said, not meeting your eyes, “I should’ve-”

“It’s not your fault-” you told them, firmer when you could tell they weren’t convinced, “it’s not, either of you, okay?” They nodded and shrugged, which would have to do for now. “Did we get him?” You asked Jay.

“Yeah we got him, squad picked up, but right now you should be focusing on recovering, not work,” he replied, knowing you too well. 

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her, she needs to focus on taking care of herself right now,” Connor said pointedly and you smiled, shaking your head.

“Why would I do that when I have the three of you to do it for me?” You joked, trying not to laugh, “you guys really need to stop worrying about me.”

“Never,” they all said at once, exchanging amused glanced with each other as you pretended to get annoyed. 

You were going to be okay, they’d make sure of it, you didn’t know how you’d gotten so lucky to find people who cared about you so much.

[distressedgold]

I kinda already decided that, like, most of Hollow Mind is out the window for me. 1. Because you know, AU and modified back story for Belos, but 2. I had already decided what Belos’ and Hunter’s mindscapes are like back around when I started this blog, (Me and another Belos had a bit where their Belos basically tried to mind control Hunter and it got me thinking about it since the consequences for their Belos’ actions were... Pretty awful and we might have had to do the Understanding Willow route to undo some of the damage to Hunter) and I am being stubborn and don’t want to change them since I like them so much. >:T

For Belos, entering his mind results in ending up in a black void initially with Belos himself being the only thing visible. The edges of him are in shadow, but there’s clearly something not right; things that suggest something is connected or holding onto him under the robes and initially hidden from sight. There’s no inner Belos (separate/glowy figure) and no inner child like we see in Understanding Willow or even the promo material. He seems aware of everything that’s going on. For his memories, he can pull them up at will; more like squares of film over the black void the intruder can watch. The older ones are more ‘damaged’, fuzzy and unclear other than major traumas or events. There is a danger to the intruder, as most of Belos’ mind is being occupied by the Titan. If the Titan becomes aware of the intruder’s presence, it’s massive eyes will open and reveal Belos is basically connected into the Titan; the things connected to him/grabbing him being strands of nerves, blood vessels, connective tissue holding and fusing him to the Titan’s chest. At that point, the intruder better flee or Belos better send them off because otherwise... The results are not pleasant.

For Hunter, his mindscape is a version of the palace, with his memories being photographs hung along the walls. However, the outside if viewed through the windows, is a black void as well, and there are cracks along the outer walls and windows that face the outside have cracks as well. These cracks are constantly under repair/attempting to repair themselves. If the intruder happens to be there during the worst time, they can see the Titan’s glowing eyes lurking outside the palace and feel the attacks against the outer walls. Hunter also has three inner entities; the main Inner Hunter is always in his Golden Guard garb and mask, his inner child fluctuates between a five year old and a ten year old. His inner child’s scars are all open, bleeding wounds, and the inner child himself is very scared, sad, and tries to hide from other people. The third is a warped, somewhat monstrous version of Hunter that the main inner Hunter keeps chained and bond to the throne in the mental palace; he’s a manifestation of Hunter’s repressed issues and building ‘darkness’. He is not friendly and a complete asshole so... Listen to main Inner Hunter and just avoid/ignore that one.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Would Bella still be stuck on Edward thousands of years later? Especially since he is part of her 'human memories' that would be fuzzy and unclear after she's been turned? Wouldn't she have forgotten him/what he looked like at some point? Or met someone else? The Volturi do come across a lot of vampires, wouldn't she notice anyone else ever?

I believe anon's referring to this post. I think, unclear.

Regardless, let's press on.

Would Bella Forget Edward?

And, well, so there's a thing about memories. I think Edward is amnesiac Georg. Of course, because he's also Edward, he both a) doesn't realize this and b) would never admit that he has severe memory issues that we don't see in other characters.

Carlisle remembers his many fights with his father as well as burning witches, he's been trying to forget for four hundred years, hasn't been working out for him. Rosalie vividly remembers her human life and the circumstances that led to her marriage to Royce and her turning.

Basically, everyone except Edward and Alice seem to remember being human pretty darn well. They may not remember faces particularly well, or every detail, but the things that are important/influential in their lives stick with them.

Edward was a huge influence on Bella and the most important figure in her life when she turned. She was utterly destroyed when he vanished from her life.

She may forget what he looked like, exactly (though hallucinating hte fellow does help with that), but that doesn't matter. Even forgetting details of Edward doesn't matter, because she didn't really know him all that well anyway. It's the idea of Edward that's important, and I doubt she'd forget that over turning or even in the long period that passes.

Because it's a part of who she is, how she sees the world, and something she'll try to keep with her even as time marches forward. Edward is how she defines herself and I don't see her letting it go even if memories of Edward fade.

I don't think she'd forget Edward any more than Carlisle forgot his father.

Would She Meet Anyone Else?!

Well, she's met the Volturi gang and is technically married to Aro. However, most vampires don't seem to have a wide social circle. Carlisle is the one with all the friends in Breaking Dawn, Edward notably has none and Jasper has two and... Maria.

The Volturi for all they meet people don't really chit chat with other Cullens given their, well, reputation. The Volturi visiting you isn't really good news, and Bella is now Volturi. Given the need for protection (especially in the age before Renata) and just the reputation I don't think she's going to get out much.

I can see Aro, Marcus, and Didyme being good friends but Marcus and Didyme are married and while she's married to Aro he's Aro. Even though the guard joins, the clear distinction between those who work for the Volturi and the Volturi themselves I think would get in the way.

Not to mention Bella's still probably hung up on Edward and will be until she can meet him face to face again.

She may very well not meet anyone else.

Though it's always possible, I suppose.

[calamitaswrath]

Okay, so this vague idea for a Fullmetal Alchemist fanfic has been bouncing around my head for about a week now, and since I know that chances of me actually doing something with it (and finishing it) are absurdly low, I figured that I might as well write down all the ideas I have for it, and at least share those.

Basically it’d be a “crossover” between the 2003 anime continuity and the manga/Brotherhood (gonna call those just 03 and manga from now on), wherein the various incarnations of the 03 characters suddenly appear in the continuity of the manga right in front of their counterparts. It would follow an underlying plot beneath it all that needs resolving (more on that later), but mostly it’d just be a comedy fic of sorts, with pretty much all the jokes just coming from the interactions between the characters and their counterparts, as well as other characters reacting to these interactions.

From a story perspective, the premise goes as follows: As mentioned before, the 03 incarnations suddenly, from one moment to another, just appear everywhere. Nobody has a clue what’s going on, who the counterparts are, or why this has happened, and, more importantly, time and space themselves seem to be completely messed up, as time does not flow, and situations that are technically impossible for the canon of either series keeps happening. One of the earliest scenes sees Father, Dante and all 14 homunculi gathered in Father’s lair, everyone has (partially fuzzy and unclear) memories of everything that happened to them in their respective canon, the Alphonses know for a fact that both of them had gotten their bodies back, yet here they are in armor form again, and with 03!Alphonse in particular this leads to some massive confusion as he, in addition to remembering that he had gotten his body back, also remembers that he had lost his memories of his journeys by that point. Weirder still, nobody has a clue where 03!Ed is, as he did not pop up together with 03!Al in front of their manga counterparts. Under this premise, some ideas ideas for some comedic interactions include:

Dante, 03!Envy and 03!Sloth obviously mistaking Father (who is asleep for most of their initial meeting) for Hohenheim, and getting increasingly frustrated when their attacks/advances/other actions get little to no reaction from him

The two Greeds just immediately book it when they realize who’s all around them, realizing that no matter what is going on, they do not want to be here right now

Some very confusing interactions between the Prides and Wraths, as everyone tries to figure out who’s who, and manga!Pride not being sure whether he is taking a liking to 03!Wrath or getting pissed off by him

The Gluttonies wondering if they could/should eat each other

Mass annoyance at Mustang’s offices, as the two Roys very much do not get along with each other, while the Rizas try in vain to calm the situation; meanwhile the Mustangs’ teams just try to actually figure out what’s going on, while the 03!versions of them either wonder about their manga counterparts individual talents, or lament how they never got to show her; eventually the two Alex Louis Armstrongs drop by proclaiming something along the lines of “You will not believe what has just transpired!”, only to find everyone else there with their own counterparts - so they just flex

Manga!Kimblee tries to have a reasonable discussion with 03!Kimblee and at one point even asks for his pronouns, which 03!Kimblee doesn’t even get

The Barry the Choppers welcome the challenge of getting to chop each other up

03!Scar thinks manga!Scar eats mountain lions for breakfast (. . .okay I don’t really have any real ideas for these two)

Manga!Hohenheim getting increasingly appalled by 03!Hohenheim, until he eventually takes a page out of either Ed’s book on how to deal with him

Once 03!Ed is found and united with manga!Ed, he gets pissed that manga!Ed actually grew taller, and demands to know his secrets

Upon realizing that 03!Ed has no idea who Ling Yao is and never even met him, manga!Ed contemplates whether to pity or to Envy him

As the plot progresses, it ultimately becomes somewhat clear what exactly has happened: At the end of the events of the 03 series, while he was in front of their world’s version of the Gate, 03!Ed had a sudden spark of inspiration that might as well have come from manga!Ed: Before the Gate can take him anywhere, he decided to sacrifice it, figuring that no matter what’d end up happening, it’d be worth a shot.

(And as a quick side note: It has been a while since I last rewatched the 03 series so my memory on the functionality of that version of the Gate might be hazy. Everything I’m about to write on it is on the assumption that 1) there’s only the one Gate that exists for everyone in the setting 2) it’s the place where the souls from the world of FMA and earth go after they die, with the ones from our world becoming energy for alchemy.)

For the purposes of this fic, that version of the Gate would be explained to be  a metaphysical parasitic and sorta divine entity that has attached itself to a version of the FMA world (as well as the “real” world), thereby causing all the differences between the continuities, and changing the rules and functionality of alchemy in various ways. By sacrificing and essentially destroying it, 03!Ed has caused his reality to break down and temporarily merge with the manga!reality, as it copies/restores itself to a new functioning state. This leaves 03!Ed stranded at manga!Ed’s version of the Gate, unable to escape until a certain point in the story of the fic when manga!Ed has to go through the Gate. (Or so 03!Ed thinks - when he does eventually leave, the Truth points out that he could have left at any point since he didn’t peform human transmutation to get here. 03!Ed is understandably very frustrated with himself when he hears that.)

Much of the actual story - once the initial confusion has been cleared - would then be about making sure that none of the antagonists abuse the current state of the world to further their own goal, especially since after a while, Dante and Father realize that they get on unfortunately well, and Dante is quite taken by the possibilities of the manga!Philosopher’s Stone and the lack of soul decay with that form of alchemy. . .

. . .And that’s about all I got.