#anyway sorry for not elaborating more on the plot of the au but i have SO much reading left to do

[klanced]

katie your lawyer au tags have me on my knees I never thought guys in suits doing stuff would seem interesting but wow…wow. your mind

Thank u Anon this AU is incredibly indulgent for me.......... ok time 4 more world-building.

I think @heynhay's original idea of Keith & Lance working together at the same firm is best. For both plot reasons but also for my own morale LOL

So everyone works at a fairly large private firm that splits its practice and has some of its associates doing profit-driven law (i.e. corporate or finance) which subsidizes the public interest/service work that the other associates do.

The firm is like "Altea & Daibazaal LLP" or something. Yes I am implying that the firm was started by Alfor and Zarkon. Yes I am implying that Allura and Lotor are nepo babies.

I know I originally said that Keith and Lance were law school rivals but I've changed my mind... (RIP to the law school rivalry dynamics

Instead I'm making it so that Keith and Lance are the same age but Lance has been practicing longer because he went straight into law school after college. Whereas Keith started working after college and got like a Master's degree in Social Work or something before deciding on law school at 26. (I just think Keith is the kind of person who goes to law school later in life.)

Okay onto the specific Klance dynamics... Keith and Lance are both pushing 30 and are also literally lawyers so they are professional and serious about their work... But there is wiggle room for them to still be rivals :p

Lance and Keith are both junior associates at the firm. Lance has seniority because he's been at the firm longer but he's still a year or so away from formally becoming a senior associate.

Lance really, REALLY wants to make partner and he sees Keith as his biggest threat/rival because Keith is Shiro's little brother, and Shiro recently made partner at the firm, so Lance thinks Keith might be a nepo hire. Also some of the senior associates recently left the firm so now Lance is stuck showing Keith the ropes and he's lowkey super bitter about it.

Basically TLDR Lance starts off Not Liking Keith at all for various real or imagined reasons and begins a work rivalry with him. Keith doesn't actually GAF about making partner because he's only planning on working at the firm for a few years to help pay off his student loans, but Lance doesn't know that. However, Keith is a naturally very competitive person, and he also likes having Lance's attention, so Keith immediately goes all in on the rivalry.

Lance, internally: "This Fucking Guy."

Keith, internally: "I am so good at flirting."

The first few months are rough between them. However both are also incredibly productive in their work.

The romcom part of the AU kicks in once the two of them have to start working together on a huge high stakes civil case and they're both like wow.... *twirls hair* he's so competent.............. <3

Anyway misc. things:

TBH I have no idea what kind of law Keith and Lance might private practice... I'm also really torn on what Shiro, Allura, and Hunk would practice hdjsksdhedf

Pidge is hired on a fellowship for either environmental law or data security/privacy law.

Coran does employment law.

Keith went into law school planning on going into public interest/not-for-profit legal aid and swore he would never, ever do corporate law but then he saw his student loans and was like. Hm. Okay maybe some Biglaw is okay. And that's how he ended up at the firm.

Keith:

[loth-creatures]

Knowing how much Ahsoka struggled to be Sabine's master --- would she get advice from Kanan when she visits Lothal? Most likely giant wolf to giant wolf??

Wellll see I kinda ditched the entire Jedi!Sabine narrative. Listen if they HAD to go that direction, I believe they could have done it well but they really did not (to put it generously), and while I've considered trying to do it better myself, at the end of the day I wish they just hadn't done that at all.

Tldr: Ahsoka and Kanan probably will have a giant wolf to giant wolf conversation but idk if it'll be about looking out for Sabine or searching for Ezra or what

So this is my tentative and unrefined interpretation of Ahsoka and Sabine's relationship for SWW Ahsoka, aka roughly how I imagined it would be like before that damn show ever came out (sorry in advance this spiraled all over the place. I meant to elaborate a little bit and then I couldn't stop. I tried to keep it concise but. There's a lot to unpack that I didn't expect to have to unpack in order to get to the point lol)

First and foremost Sabine isn't fucking Force-sensitive. Ahsoka teaches her a lot about the Jedi, and continues her lightsaber training, and I think Jedi teachings and excercises can have a lot of value to ordinary people! But she's not trying to be a Jedi. Ahsoka does feel mentorly instincts towards Sabine, partly bc she knows what she's going through as a very young veteren and genocide survivor. Partly bc she does feel the need to pass her knowledge on to someone. Partly bc deep down Ahsoka is pretty damn lonely too, and Sabine is very family-shaped. And also because wolfwalkers stick together.

They call her Ahsoka's 'practice padawan' as a joke. Huyang is like. You really ought to find a Padawan one of these days. And Ahsoka's like. Why would I need a Padawan I have Sabine. And Huyang is like. Listen I'm very happy to have Sabine with us but you ought to get a real Padawan.

But how could Ahsoka ever take on a student while she's still wrangling with whether or not she wants to be a Jedi? Which, they never actually show her making a decision on that. Or rather there's really no transition between "I am no Jedi" and whatever she's got going on in the show which. Long story short, I hated it. Ass writing. In my personal opinion.

I think I’m just gonna lean into the idea that she feels like she can't truly be a Jedi whether she wants to or not bc she was trained to be a soldier instead, combined with the fear of Anakin's darkness manifesting in herself, distrust of his training, etc. Up until the point where she decides to put Anakin behind her for good and trust in her own experiences, during her WBW adventure (which goes way differently in my head but I will elaborate on that later. Maybe.) But for the purposes of this au, she doesn't even commit to being a Jedi again until dying for the 3rd(?) time and honestly maybe she still doesn't. Maybe it takes all the way to wet puppy Shin dropping in her lap that she sees her path as a Jedi path. Idk.

Ahsoka's arc is not an aspect of the story I expected to address in depth myself so idk how much I'm gonna get into it within the comic itself. It's hard to go over every issue bc lothwolfwalkers is just an anthology series adapting small chunks of the timeline that I find work well with the wolfwalking, and I'm trying not to make more work for myself than I have to, bc I already have plenty. Rewrite is maybe a strong word, when I'm just cherry picking what I liked from the ahsoka show and adjusting what I didn't like in a way that keeps the overall plot intact for simplicity sake. I will eventually write an official detailed ahsoka-from-my-head post, but the comics will just be little scenes based on that.

Anyway,

Regarding Sabine and Ahsoka's falling out. It doesn’t happen. In fact I think Ahsoka will take Sabine under her wing after the fall of Mandalore and they just immediately start looking for Ezra in the unknown regions, bc Sabine is like hey I have nothing left here can we go look for my brother now. They don't find anything. Eventually Ahsoka gets wrapped up in other business and Sabine ends up back on Lothal depressed as fuck (despite Kanan, Hera, and Zeb's best efforts to be there for her, infinitely more than what is depicted in the show) until Ahsoka finds the map and shows up for round 2. Or smth like that.

Side note: I am going to declare the Wrens MIA not dead. Because I hate hate hate that they were unceremoniously killed off screen and wasted the way they were. I guess I could just unkill them completely but well I am a sucker for that angst and something about the devastation of that reveal seared it so deep in my head that I can't imagine the story without it now (thanks for that Dave. Fuck you Dave.) So uh, they're trapped on Mandalore with those other survivors from Mando S3. After Sabine's already left for Peridea they manage to finally get off Mandalore due to S3 events and track down Hera and are like WHERE IS SABINE. Cue Clan Wren Ghost Crew team up to get their fucking kids back. Though everyone will probably make it back on their own before they figure out a way to hop galaxies.

[besttropeveershowdown]

The Best Trope Ever Showdown: Round 1, Side A

Friends to Lovers

Propaganda:

Because anything you write with this isn’t gonna make the characters OOC :) believable storytelling, and maybe mutual pining? The TROUBLES. It’s more realistic to me I love

the tension, the will-they-won't-they, the (seemingly) unreqruited love, the pining, the slow-burn, the 'i can't lose them as a friend so i'll just get over it' (and they never get over it), the touches that suddenly become meaningful... and then finally THE moment when they can't contain it no more. it's so chef's kiss.

idk there's smth abt growing up together, being there for each other through better and for worse (but sometimes not! and that can be interesting to), seeing and helping each other evolve and finding each other at the end of it all. Ough. It's abt the growth of the relationship, sometimes not exactly sure how you feel abt each other but you know you love them and they'll love you back however they choose to. It's the inherent Demi vibes of the whole thing. It's just so good, I am a huge fan

oh god ok so. i might just be aro here but friendships are like the Most Important Thing Ever to me in media. they genuinely enjoy each other's company and they love each other and they dont always have to be dating!!! in a friends-to-lovers scenario they are though so this might not be the best example. to elaborate, im in a fandom that has two characters that have been friends for a very very long time. also they're in love with each other. and i read AUs sometimes where they didn't meet all those years ago but they still fall in love with each other anyways. and to me it just feels so radically different to me because they don't have that same history, yknow? they don't know each other as well. friends to lovers builds on love that's already there, and the love they had already isn't any less meaningful. the lovers part is just a bonus. this is rlly long sorry

Everyone Is Bi

No propaganda was submitted.

[rosquinn]

still haunted by the ask you sent @aroacehanzawa the other day it has not given me peace and I have been thinking about Milgram characters as classic literature ever since.

anyways I think Mikoto is very Gregor Samsa. Will happily elaborate if need be.

Fahrenheit 451 is a bit too modern to fit with the other stories, but Fuuta could be Guy Montag. The book’s themes of censorship and the fire symbolism fit him pretty well. Mahiru reminds me a little of Jane Eyre, though it’s not a perfect comparison.

And something about Es reminds me of The Pit and the Pendulum short story— the amnesia, the lack of control, the fact it is much more about the story than it is the character telling it.

HELLO!!! I haven't read any of the books you're mentioning except The Metamorphosis (and I agree Mikoto is so Gregor we're together in this) but I sorta know the plot of Fahrenheit 451 and I'm trusting you on this

You know I've actually made an attempt of a milgram gothlit au with a friend and there was a list of songs and characters. yeah i saved it on skype don't even ask. i changed some because I've thought so much about it jenny if you see this im sorry

i haven't read the invisible man or phantom of the opera so maybe im just saying bs but whatever lmk your thoughts 😭 also yeah mikoto samsa 100% and i should read Fahrenheit 451 & Jane Eyre aghhh

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

Trick or treat? 🩷🫶🏼🫂

I shake up my treat bag of writing goodies, reach inside, and pull out your random prize . . . behind-the-scenes of a fic or series! Congrats, trick-or-treater!

Hmm . . . let's go to my Star Wars AU for this one! All about how it was created, my reasoning for certain lore and narrative choices, and how some of my ideas are panning out:

When I say that the idea for this AU grabbed me out of nowhere and started running, I am not exaggerating. I was literally watching the sequel trilogy one weekend, and it happened to be a race weekend too, so F1 was on my mind already. I think I thought something like, "Man, imagine the skill needed to pilot an X-wing properly. And to do it without dying in battle, too!" And then all of a sudden, I was also thinking about how much skill it takes to drive an F1 car without crashing it (because I think we can all agree that most of us wouldn't last five seconds behind the wheel of a racecar. If their necks have to be THAT muscular just to withstand the g-forces, then clearly I don't stand a chance). One thing led to another and now here I am.

I knew from the beginning that I was making this AU in the Rebels vs. Empire era. The prequels are fine, but I wasn't about to make everyone Jedi or something when I knew Order 66 was on the horizon. Plus, the original trilogy era is just generally more exciting to me. And I ruled out the sequel trilogy era immediately. After that train wreck of a trilogy, I would rather stay away from it. (To be fair, I do enjoy watching the sequels. They're entertaining at the very least, and do have genuinely good moments in them. But if you focus on the story too much, you start to notice the plot holes, confusing story directions, and aggravating character choices. Why is The Force Awakens just Episode IV all over again? Why couldn't Holdo tell Poe her plan in The Last Jedi, exactly? Who the heck was Snoke?? How did Luke and Leia know that Rey was a Palpatine but she didn't?? HOW DID PALPATINE COME BACK IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?)

(*deep breath* Phew, sorry about that! Got a little carried away. Anyway:)

The decision to make Lando Force-sensitive was an easy one. My favorite Star Wars show is Star Wars Rebels, and one of the main characters, Ezra Bridger, is a kid who doesn't realize he can use the Force until he happens to run into a rebel group that includes a former Jedi, which eventually leads to him getting hunted down by an Inquisitor, one of the Empire's official Jedi hunters. Lando's story is similar in a way: he joins the Rebellion, eventually realizes "wait a minute, do I have the Force?" and then has to deal with an Inquisitor on his tail when he accidentally reveals too much of his abilities. He's not super strong in the Force, because I didn't want to make him too over-powered, but he can sense things before they happen, move a bit faster than others, sense the emotions and intentions of people around him, and, his most special power, he can use the Force to heal others. Now this last power, I will admit, is actually inspired by the sequel trilogy. By certain scenes from The Rise of Skywalker, in fact. If you're familiar with the movie, then I think you can venture a guess at what might happen to Lando and/or someone he cares about at some point in the story. (no, I'm not elaborating further. You'll find out more when I get around to publishing it! ;) )

Writing this AU has been happening in short bursts. I have about half of the main story loosely outlined and a few of the major scenes written out, but I still have to figure out how to start the story. I also have ideas for side stories and sequels as well, but I haven't started writing most of those yet. I mostly just submit to the whim of my muse when I sit down to write, so if I sit down planning to work on one fic but my mind says I should work on something else, I listen to what my impulses are telling me. I find that I tend to write better (and write more) that way. In fact, I'm actually just coming out of a dry spell for this AU. I opened up the document again the other day and now I'm feeling motivated to write in it again. Hence why I picked it for this ask, it was on my mind already!

To the surprise of absolutely no one, this is mainly a Norrix AU. However, other ships and dynamics will appear too, sometimes just in the background, other times in their own installments in the series. I already know for sure that I want to include Brocedes (though the jury is still out on whether it'll be platonic or romantic in the end). I'm sure we're all familiar with how their drama went down in real life. And in Star Wars, what could be more dramatic than two friends torn apart because one joined the Rebellion and the other joined the Empire? Oh yeah, it's that kind of drama for Lewis and Nico! Will we see an Imperial defect to the Rebellion and fight alongside his childhood best friend again, or will we see them permanently torn apart by intergalactic war? Who knows!

Other relationships that may appear are Loscar and maybe Bearnelli. I have fic ideas involving both but we'll see if I actually get around to writing them.

One more thing about this AU is that I decided pretty early on that if I was gonna write about war, then I wasn't going to shy away from the bad parts. I'm not gonna just torture all of the characters for no reason, but if the plot demands it, let's just say that someone might end up in the med bay for a long while. I'm preemptively apologizing for what I have in mind for Oscar in the main story. And uh, maybe Ollie too, if I do end up writing that side story. They'll both be fine, don't worry!

Maybe.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Hi, I just wanted to say Nhthcth is my favorite TMA fic ever.(sorry this is so long)

The different ways it’s written is so cool and fun, I especially like the bit in the theater with Grimaldi. The characterization is amazing - I love your Jon so much, he’s been through so much, but is still trying to help everyone in anyway he can(just like in the podcast), not to mention you’ve somehow made a character that literally never shows up in the podcast be so fun and enthralling (I can’t imagine Danny in any other way now)

I know there are a billion AU TMA fics out there, but so many of them are time-travel fix-it (which is fine, some of them are really cool) But I really like what-if type fanfics, and yours is, in my opinion, one of the best out there.

I could literally go on about it for days, it’s so good! Once I get an ao3 account, I will probably comment on like every chapter, picking out the bits I really like; if you don’t mind that is, I don’t want to spam you with comments on old chapters. (Sorry if this is weird or creepy, I just really like your fic)

y'all are sooo kind thank you so much you guys make my day

the theatre bit with Grimaldi i feel actually ended up being pivotal to how nhthcth ended up being written. I remember that when I first tried writing that chapter, I struggled a bit with how to best convey the stranger, and I ended up experimenting with the theatre script format and it just clicked. then, danny and jon were trying to outrun a REALLY fucked up clown and danny was catching jon when he was jumping and kicking grimaldi in the face and i was like "oh this is fun. this is so much fun" and it kind of gave the license lean into more experimental formatting and a little bit of slapstick. that chapter/scene really changed a lot of how i approached nhthcth for the better.

Danny is one of my FAVORITE characters in nhthcth and he actually isn't fully from nhthcth. I have this really elaborate, ridiculously long story plotted out that I affectionally call the himbois AU starring Gerry, Jon, and Danny. the idea is that Jon has a run-in with Agnes Montague while he's still at university and finds himself free of strings that Mother would really rather he kept in, and somehow spiraled into Jon, Gerry, and an amnesiac Danny Stoker running a ghost hunting youtube channel as a cover for supernatural shenanigans that accidentally blew up and became famous. it's basically just buzzed unsolved and famous for the air of skepticism they bring to supernatural investigations--because jon and gerry could NOT take some old houses with bad insulation seriously when they were on the run from the spider that tried to eat jon in childhood.

i actually got back into fanfiction because of it--i wasn't publishing anything for years, just writing it for myself, and then i started explaining this story to a friend who was really into it, and especially danny's character. when i decided to start putting my stuff out there, I already had nhthcth planned and decided to try for that one. danny stoker was already in the plans for, but he wasn't anywhere close to the danny that ended up in the final product of nhthcth. i ended up adapting the danny from the himbois AU for my friend who loved him so much, and he's much better for it.

i think i'll always be partial to himbois!Danny as like, my favorite mental version of danny stoker, but nhthcth!danny is extremely important to me too. i'm really thrilled that so many other people have found him to be important to them too

[youthofpandas]

i already know about it but ill ask if you wanna talk abt it so bad SMH (I ALSO WANNA TALK ABOUT IT)

FIIINE if im FORCED to talk about it i guess ill see what I can do

for the everyone who doesn't know it already I have this liiiiittle project that has been killlingggg me known as the dead demian au which is like a Came Back Wrong sorta thing. Every other week I revise the level of Weirdness I want it to be and feel compelled to completely redo the actual plot events but that's not important what is important is the stuff that's sticking around. under the cut because this is like so long because I care too much about them.

Demian has died and with him so has all of Sinclair's will to live. He loses an unknown amount of time to a depressive state and only after a very odd dream that is so weird and real that even Sinclair is forced to realize there was something unnatural about it does he start to get back to being alive if only barely. and not long after this Demian is back ! Just like Sinclair has been able to claw his way out of the grave that was his lil mental breakdown era it appears that Demian has been able to do the same, quite literally

and oh how easy would it be to give in and pretend like nothing is wrong, maybe everything in these months including the death were all a dream or delusion and nothing bad every happened to begin with ! but of course he can't actually do that. can he even be sure that this thing is his friend who he loved (and dear god had he barely begun to accept how much the unspoken love between them Fucked Him Up in his grief how can he not let that regret weigh him down) because if it Isn't him then what is this thing? and god if it gives him Demian back does he care if it's wrong?

anyways things happen which include but are not limited to A LOT of weird Emil dreams centered around wellll uuuh let's say it's safe to assume they're about death and corpses and being in love with your best friend, the epic return of Demian's "let's kill this guy <3!" suggestions, the incredibly rare instance of me bothering to include Kromer in one of my fics, tons of truly great Sinclair insane logic to justify his really stupid actions, a lot of weird pretentious Demian rants about the meaning of life and free will and the nature of love, and the best part. lots and lots of truly insane Demian characterization I get to make that I don't get to do in most of my other things becaaaause (drum roll)

this fic and au is just a really elaborate exploration of all of my favorite little non human Demian moments. like sorry who is up thinking about his weird little self wanting to be human because he Loves them and loves to understand them and the first time he really feels like he's really managing to forget that he's something inhuman is with Sinclair and his complete adoration of him because it stems from such obviously human emotions. the love is there. the love was always there. you know? anyways he is my star (semi literal).... and dear god is he so lonely. he is so so lonely, my star in the sky who is waiting for someone on earth to love him so much maybe he can pretend to be human for a while. Frau Eva's story about the star who went back to space after the human who loved her could not make the leap of faith and Sinclair being made to decide if Demian, who helped him discover the truth of humanity, not being human is something that he cares about or if he'll be too scared to commit. the STARS !

And then there's the other inspo of course you know her you love her it's the little prince abno! Yay!! the simplest way to explain this part of it is like okaaaay let's rot together ^^ become one in body and soul and the #symbolism of the way Sinclair views himself as an extension of Demian more than as his own person sometimes (and esp in the aftermath of the not quite a death) and yet Demian wants nothing like that because Demian loves Sinclair for everything unique about him that makes him stand as his own person. Aaand yeah I think I covered everything important. Oh also despite what this paragraph would have you believe it's way more of a book fic than a game one personality wise, this is like modern setting none of the other game characters exist in this world it's just my guys

anyways I've written like TWO scenes in this AU that I actually like and it will never be truly 'written' so it will simply exist in my head forever but I do at least loooove the one where Emil's in his depression coma like that is early writing I still am in love with. i should probably actually try writing something for it soon but sadly it is impossible.... i think of them and go too crazy when it comes to this one

in conclusion the dead demian au has made me worse in so many ways and I've barely even gotten any good writing out of it making it the bane of my existence. I hate this thing and it is also my favorite child.

[vizziefizzie]

I am very very VERY interested in whatever that fantasy au you posted about is did you have any more ideas on that :O ??? ur art is so cute and pretty btw!!

Hello!! (Sorry this is super late i got very distracted and i am very sick (so if im incoherent, that's why)) I uhhhhh do have a lot of thoughts but it's really hard to write it all down 😭😭. But I can try!

So, in this au, pokemon are a lot more ferocious and more like dangerous fantasy creatures that you'd normally see in a jrpg or smth (in simple terms) so people don't really befriend them or anything (basically legends arceus but people have a worse relationship with them).

And as for the people.... humans are basically *explosions* dead (Ethan is one of the few), the biggest race are the elves (Kris is one... but i have yet to illustrate her (i have a sketch tho (high school is kicking my ass)), and almost every race you'd see in DnD is here too...

But nothing here is super rustic or medieval... aside from smaller towns. Big cities and such are much more developed and are closer to our modern day (with fantasy twists).

Anyway, as for the plot, Ethan basically wakes up one day and sees that his entire town is destroyed (he has been asleep for several years (no, i will not elaborate (that's for another time)). He runs into Silver who was "investigating" the ruins *cough* he's looking for valuables *cough* and Silver is immediately hostile towards him (here, demons and humans have a VERY rocky history).

Silver disappears after attacking him (he only backed off upon seeing how utterly defenseless and incapable Ethan was) and Ethan tries to find an inn to ask for information.

GUESS WHAT!! The nurses are now bartenders. They provide travelers with information and maps and even a place to stay if they're willing to pay. Ethan orders an applejuice and experiences a fuck ton of denial when he's told about the genocide of humankind. And after experiencing severe mental and emotional pain, Ethan gets redirected to a nearby city that can help him find a new home (he's an orphan now (help him)).

On the way, he meets Lyra. I have... many silly ideas with her. She is a folklore-obsessed bard on the hunt for her fellow (feral (not... cat people...)) cats. And as Ethan tags along with her, they look for them. Something something once she finds all the cats she will be able to revert back to her "twu fowrm" something something.

And they eventually meet Kris; an esteemed mage who is a master at ice magic and knowledged about magical artifacts. She only comes with Ethan and Lyra because she has nobody else to help her with her fieldwork. Also, she's just genuinely curious about a living human being walking around town like it's nothing.

I.... never explained Ethan's power.... back to the pokemon thing: legendaries are more like gods that people genuinely fear (and thus, respect). The people who lived in Ethan's town worshiped Lugia in this universe. Thus, many of them were blessed with intelligence and a very small portion recieved some sort of power. Ethan was one of them and he is able to turn his compassion (haha spirit... or uh... soul... haha *gets pulverized*) into literal healing magic... but if he's feeling overwhelmed, the opposite will happen.

Oh and the other characters are here too... they're just considerably different... (esp Lance and anyone associated with team rocket (tr doesn't exist here, its just a family of silly demons (and a moody silver that loves his alone time and independence)) like, Lance is still a dragon master, it's just people think that dragon masters don't exist and they're just a fairytale (Also, Lance is just more reserved and isolated since he's not someone of high status (a champion... you get it))

There's more but damn this is getting a bit long and I'd rather show most of this rather than tell.... but uh... yeah.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

Kamal writes bad fanfiction Kamal writes the WORST most CLICHE RIDDEN most SELF INDULGENT MEANDERING RIDICULOUSLY ELABORATE METAPHORS and he will Never Stop ( If you troll him he will cry). He's not super confident about them either but the love of the game keeps him coming back and he's been doing fic for a LONG time.

He uses events from his own life as fuel sometimes so he's on the edge of his seat when a friend or um HUSBAND 🥸( silly disguise emoji with big moustache and glasses ) is "proofreading"" through them

I was gonna post angst because I had a worse day but instead have some affectionate Kamal slander /lh

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Uhhh for an example IDK have this thing I wrote that he would write about Habby PROBABLY when he's like. younger ( it's an AU!!):

"I woke up, batting my sunstone orbs, the sun shining on my wicked cute face while I ran a hand through my waves of candy donuts before I got up and walked out for work

On the way a small mysterious goblin suddenly appeared beside me at the doorframe. I was late already and had to munch the nutella bread in my mouth extra fast but I gave him a little kiss on the head before I started jumping on top of cars as fast as I could, cant be late to my first day of work OMFG !!!! "

[ GIF ID: Sailor Moon from the anime Sailor Moon is running to school with bread in her mouth, looking so worried and jumping in long strides. The BG is overlaid with pink sparkles and circles. The artist is 'rtil'. End ID]

Little did he know the small mysterious goblin was going to be of paramount importance to the plot as a shameless author self insert /hj

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HERES one more of the stuff I think he'd write/wrote( style evolves!!) like but from my own Dark Wattpad Repetoire only for your petty amusement/lh

( IM SORRY TREY SMITH I HAD TO KILL U TO CHARACTERISE ANOTHER GUY /LH)

(Plain text: Im sorry Trey Smith I had to kill you to characterize another guy /lh)

' Kamal Bora walked.

The almost ancient sidewalk of the presently lone and desolate streets was unforgiving, making the intrepid man's every determined footstep to it have an especially unpleasant meeting with the cold, unwelcoming exterior of its boringly dull and long-since worn tiles even more excruciatingly difficult.

[...SKIP]

Often his avoidance of the troubling situations at his hands were accompanied by a great big sigh of relief and more senses of alertness for any more dangerously deceiving footing steps, but even then the mischevious sidewalk had him tricked once again, as a rickety tile fell off dangerously close to the one on which he was currently standing on. " DAMMIT!!!" An annoyed voice tore it's way to the dull night sky, yelling curses at the trickery of the streets-- In fact, it was exactly the type of voice you'd hear from someone who was really pissed off because they were walking in an abandoned Hell of a street all alone with only the much undesired company of some son of a bish-- In Kamal's case, the tiles.'

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HWGSHJ Idk if I'll do more of it this "excerpt" was Just a Joek but maybe ANYWAY IM SO TIRED GN

Fun character exercise even if I had to pull out my old unholy writing LOL

[osc-aus]

*crawls out of hell*

Millgram II AU

Uh all you need to know is that every prisoner is a murderer, the warden has amnesia, and you listen to songs whether you decide to pardon the prisoners or not. That and there's 3 trials, depending on ur choices shit goes down, and no one knows what happens after the 3rd trial. Also you should totally watch bc bops

Anyways this will not follow the plot in Milgram and it will also have a shitton of timelines. I spun a wheel for who the 10 prisoners are because I am bad at choosing. I will only elaborate what happens with trial 1 results

Prisoner 001 - Marshmallow - She is sweet but gets quite defensive when her crime is brought up. She is close to 007 (Apple) and occasionally hangs out with 004 (Paintbrush). In her 1st trial she will be in denial that she's even committed a crime and deflect to focusing on her own justifications.

If voted Innocent (forgiven), she will become less fierce and in the 2nd trial her crime will be more obvious since she's assured that despite what she's done she'll be forgiven again. (Sort of like Muu? Not really sure bc there's only 4 trial 2 songs to take inspo from)

If voted Guilty (not forgiven), she will be even fiercer and in the 2nd trial she will try even further to justify her crime.

Prisoner 002 - OJ - He is level-headed and quite dependable. He doesn't sleep much though which leads him to be irritated easily whenever interrogated. All around he is well acquainted with everyone aside from 009 (Pepper) who strangely dislikes him. In his 1st trial he will go on to explain what eventually led him to commit his crime.

If voted Innocent, he will be surprised. His 2nd trial will focus on his unfortunate victim as he focuses on why he did a bad. Despite his own circumstances he had willingly took it too far.

If voted Guilty, he will accept it. After all he willingly committed his crime. This 2nd trial will focus more on his guilt.

Prisoners 003 - Cherries - A pair who share the same brain. They are quite mischievous and love to play pranks. They tend to get defensive of their crime whenever interrogated. They get along with mostly everyone and are often spotted trying to cheer up 008 (Blueberry). Their first trial will seem lighthearted with Cherries showing how they love to play pranks until one went very, very wrong.

If voted Innocent, they will be glad. They seem to take this as an incentive to be more careless about their future pranks. Their 2nd trial will be about the pranks they've loved playing, showcasing the harm they've caused previously.

If voted Guilty, they will become even more defensive. Their 2nd trial will be about how remorseful they felt. They never meant to commit their crime! They just wanted to have fun!

Okay so I'm gonna have to cut this short because I'm still in school and I just spent an entire class period and a half just talking about only 3 of the 10 prisoners- I haven't even told you who the warden was oh damn. When i get another free period I'll resume detailing my ideas. Also it's been a while since I've actually jnteracted with osc tumblr so ig this is just a little "sorry I've been gone for so long"

- Lightbulb Eater

thank you for the wall of text i read every bit of that and i am BEYOND intrigued 👀

i am eating up your words

[m1ckeyb3rry]

AHSHSHA everyone getting their turn to be dragged around by otoya so real wait imagine when otoya drags Karasu and they come back and readers like “you left???” Karasu falls to his knees like “BRO I PLANNED YOUR FUNERAL AND WROTE YOUR EULOGY AND YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW I WAS GONE??? Fake ass friends” LMAOOOO

Ok this looks like a good length for a merger pursuit continuation here

FRRR no because i definitely thought “awwww family moment” too it just hit me a minute after like “NOOOO LAST FAMILY MOMENT EVER” but yeah anyways

LAAOAPA not aiku aikuing maybe he can just travel through dimensions and crawled through via oaeu, hence why he needed pursuit nikos help LMAO but that’s so funny reos mawile just absolutely smoking abomasnow right after they had (what zantetsu would dub) their super cool mega evolution transformation

OOOH actually lowk I think that pacing good? Gives reader the chance to develop a working team slightly earlier on I think having three kinda ready to go is nice (I know Karasu and Tullia are decked out in teams already but i mean if I were in her position I feel like there’s a good number where I know I won’t die if I’m left alone LMAOO) so i think you should be good in terms of pacing!

Guys we’ve been talking to a ghost type this entire time no wonder why you have all these plots and fics ready to go but I’m crying Nagi fr would not bother to say shit about it to chigiri and Reo so when the time comes and he SEES aegislash again he loses his mind this is so funny

BAAHAHAH no he would!!! Give her a cute little bow and a bath after her wound heals fr (UHHDHHSH BAROUUUUUUU) I was actually going to mention that! Ik in game you’re limited to one mega per battle and I’ve never seen multiple in the show (usually on the premise of having only a special bond with one pokemon) but I never actually knew if you could have multiple in the universe like that? Maybe like the games where multiple pokemon can hit you can only mega evolve one at a time that would fr be cool though is gyarados could mega evolve too!

AUDBSK yeah it’s too cringey for me like nooooooooo please stop (same goes for mommy like sorry bro) I can only handle the memes

LMAO NO be proud of the memes trust it’s just evidence of your well rounded genius dw

We’ve come a long way though omg I remember when the tag was just pokemon au and now it’s full on pursuit!!!

- Karasu anon

HELP karasu would actually be the one to be so offended because he absolutely loses it every time reader almost dies meanwhile he is SUFFERING at this mf chris prince meet and greet and she didn’t even realize he was gone?? he is so heartbroken (meanwhile otoya thinks it’s because reader trusts him so much…she actually does not she just thought he was off doing some ninja bs somewhere or smth)

DWW i’m sure there will be more flashbacks so not exactly the LAST family moment plus we have their sweet reunion to look forward to :)))) can’t wait for them to meet again!!

you can take aiku out of the oaeu but you CANNOT take the oaeu out of aiku it’s inevitable he will a) end up wingmanning and b) end up needing niko to help him out SDKJGSD please i bet zantetsu’s keystone is located in his glasses (kinda like maxie in omega ruby) and he does this entire elaborate posing performance in order to mega evolve and reo just stands there and lets it happen because he’s just confused tbh?? like wtf is bro doing…and then abomasnow mega evolves and zantetsu’s like “good luck trying to beat me and my super awesome strong pokémon now” one fire blast later and abomasnow is out for the count LMAOAOA okay wait another side story is otoya and zantetsu somehow meeting up??? idk if they’ve ever even interacted in canon but in PURSUIT canon i think they would have such a funny dynamic 😭 idiot x idiot chemical reaction…bonus points karasu and reo end up having to rescue them from some mishap meanwhile reader and nagi are having some weird rivalry moment and chigiri and tullia are just gossiping HAHA

agreed i think she def needs to start building the team earlier on especially because all of them but aegislash will need to evolve so there needs to be time in the story for that yk?? but i also don’t want her to have one pokémon while karasu has four and tullia has six because it’ll feel unbalanced…my thought process is that she and otoya catch pokémon at a pretty similar rate since they’re the two who start out with only one party member each and then karasu just has his birds evolving because he only has two pokémon he needs to catch and tullia’s pretty static in terms of team development!!

YOU GOT ME i’ve fr been possessed by a ghost type this entire time #baroukin LMAOAO no nagi does not say a WORD to them tbh i bet they wouldn’t even have worried if he hadn’t left ALL of his pokémon behind they probably would’ve been “oh yeah he’s just with his not-girlfriend it’s whatever” HAHA nagi seeing aegislash is def a top ten pursuit scene because the way reader doesn’t even think about it/hesitate before throwing aegislash into battle and nagi’s just like 😱 becuase until that point he just thought he had had a really good nap or smth and that’s why he came up with that crazy ass plot for a “dream” 😭

honestly i think it would make sense if reader could mega evolve both because she does have very close bonds with both of them??? like houndoom is her starter obviously but then she literally almost dies saving gyarados i think maybe if i decide to allow gyarados to mega evolve (maybe aiku gives her the mega stone for it in a rizz attempt) there’ll be some canon explanation of it being super taxing on the keystone so it’s only really feasible once per battle…not sure yet though because honestly reader’s gyarados is already terrifying enough in-verse idk if it needs the mega evolution buff i think the team x grunts might piss themselves 😩 they’re just lucky hydreigon can’t mega evolve that would be their final straw

NO YOU’RE SO REAL i can only see it used ironically (then i laugh) otherwise it’s just like oh…is this who we are…not trying to shame anyone who does enjoy it!! it’s just not for me (i also don’t like smut in general so that’s probably a contributing factor) also LMAOOO i love my silly memes i think posting my thoughts for bllk tumblr to see is one of my top hobbies i’m so unserious with it ngl

yesss once i actually post a story i try to tag anything related to it with the story title!! so now that pursuit is officially out all of the asks related to it get the pursuit tag (although our general pokémon discussions just get the pokémon au tag so that someone who’s looking specifically for pursuit content doesn’t get confused)

[ciciciron]

Thinking about my totally awesome and not unnecessarily complex song fic/animatic idea involving my au and Lear but not my amazing cool Hoopa!Lear just a normal one and this thing will probably never be made because it is so insanely spoilery for the end of my first au fic which will take forever to finish but at the same time

Great angst potential on every front regarding the sequel especially Hoopa!Lear so info dump under the cut maybe I'll try to storyboard a bit of it soon

Laying the ground rules for the au here- pokemon hybrids, multiverse, 10,000 year time skip after the (very different) events of diamond and pearl, this is 3 months after the conclusion of that au in which an organization referred to as the U.P.A. (Universal Protection Agency) has been enstated with the goal of preventing reality from ever getting that fucked again (it was bad)

The song itself is Dead! by MCR which...no twists here you know someone's gonna die, the fic focuses on the protagonist of my au (my beautiful bird boy Akagi, who's named after Cyrus but isn't him and but is kind of his son but also isn't) who's been tasked with assassinating a version of Lear that didn't die when he was supposed to (very bad for Reality she doesn't like that)

But uh oh! Young Prince? Assassination? That's really familiar! Akagi doesn't have the balls to kill a guy in the same way he himself died, uh oh spoilers for that plot point good thing it's chapter 1 and said chapter should be posted to ao3 as soon as this heatwave stops and I can fucking think again and finish the second

He tries to do it anyways, given a 2 week time period before someone else has to step in, but uh oh again! Akagi's getting attached! Now it's even harder to kill this guy

Too bad so sad has to happen BUT what matters most is the angst potential

Because Hoopa!Lear was one of many people who saw Akagi get assassinated (and also missed the entire plot so will be very confused to see him alive and well in the sequel) so that can be revealed and then Akagi with his shit social skills would be like 'That's so funny I just failed at killing a version of you' and because this isn't normal at all it can create issues I can elaborate on severely

This is outside of song fic territory but it ties in both to the sequel plot and my horrific cringe oc x canon side plot sorry it's a legal requirement for people to have to slog through my self fan service for my definitely amazing writing that's why there's 3 versions of Cyrus in the first fic and also why I rewrote the entire lore leading up to the first to include more Volkner, sorry again, if I don't throw everything I have at the wall some poor sap will have to personally listen to me infodump please I love talking to people so much please I promise I'm not cringe

I'm gonna go finish my preobligations and then go draw something totally really good

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I was rudely tagged by @tripleaxeldiaz for Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day to share my five favorite fics that I’ve written (even though she knows I hate talking about myself). Unfortunately I’ve been unable to sit down and do this until now, so sorry this is late!

I’m sticking just to 911 fics for this one since I am sure as hell not going through the *cringes* 200+ fanfics I’ve written over the years. So let’s get cracking.

Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) - Spy AU

So this fic was the first I had written in a long time that I was happy with after a long period of disliking everything I wrote. It was a fic that was more vibes than anything else, but I dearly love those vibes, and I think I managed to deliver a full and layered story in a relatively short amount of words which is difficult to pull off. Also spies are sexy.

To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals - Fake!Married/Marriage of Convenience/Friends to Fiancés

Fun fact! I don’t know if I’ve ever shared this, but the title was inspired by the Richard Siken quote that you “construct elaborate rituals that allow you to touch the skin of other men.” The idea was that Buck and Eddie have constructed these elaborate unspoken/subtextual rituals that allow them to almost but not quite have what they want, and that there comes a time when, as a queer person, you must drop the rituals and speak/act directly in order to completely have what you really want (but in doing so you risk everything).

...which all sounds rather serious for a fic that is basically fluff the entire time whoopsies. Anyway, this fic was written while I was in the throes of dramatic frustration over certain choices in the season four finale, and the lovely @extasiswings coaxed me back off the edge of the cliff. I wrote this fic to take the idea I’d had of “what if Buck moved in with Eddie after the shooting” and spun it from there, and I’m actually really fond of it. This fic helped me to work through my frustrations and rediscover my patience. I was also going through a deeply bad time in my life, so it was nice to have something to escape to during the hiatus. I’m really, really proud of how it turned out, especially the idea of Buck and Eddie “falling gently” together - that they’re already dating, so taking that final step would be small and soft.

The Monsterfucker’s Symphony - a collection of oneshots where Buck, Eddie, or both is some sort of supernatural creature

Oh my God she picked the monsterfucker one who would’ve thought - LISTEN, THIS ISN’T ABOUT THE SMUT, OKAY? I actually really love this series because of the worldbuilding I put into each of the monsters. What does a succubus look like? What is the color of Buck’s angel wings? How does merfolk anatomy work? Exploring the physical and social stuff for each of the supernatural creatures I chose was a lot of fun, and I’m delighted with how each entry turned out - especially the last one featuring Angel!Buck. That one was the one closest to an actual plot and was inspired by quite a few things including the TV show Lucifer, the works of Lois Lowry, and all those trashy fun angel romances that stocked the YA shelves when I was thirteen.

Another reason this is one of my favorites is that I’ve had a lot of people tell me they don’t usually read monsterfucking - it’s just not their thing - but that they took a chance and read one or more of the entries in this collection, and that they really enjoyed the emotion and worldbuilding. That’s such a huge compliment to me. I’m always here to deliver you guys some fun smut but I put a lot of work into characterization and relationships, and to have that shine through enough that even people who don’t have that monsterfucking kink enjoy my writing?

(Shit fuck I’m tearing up please hold)

Anyway I’m really proud of this work and absolutely floored by the responses to it.

Let My Ink Stain Your Pages - Castle!AU

First off, this piece of shit was not supposed to exceed 50k so please note that for the record. Second of all, this was a blast to write. I had so much fun with this, especially since I was working on it after I’d needed a hell of a break thanks to another fic (we’ll get to that one) and needed something less serious. While wrangling all the aspects of the cases and translating them from the TV show to this fic could be a real strain on my patience, I had sooooooo much fun writing this. I needed something more fun and lighthearted after the heavy angst I had last written, and I’m proud of how I incorporated the Castle series’ plotlines with the 911 characters. I understand why television writers drag out slowburns, because writing this slowburn was delightful. I think I did a good job of not dragging it out too far, and balancing the comedy and banter with the heavier subject matter of, well, homicide.

Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You) - Reincarnation!AU, Soulmate!AU, Cowboy!AU, dash of Gilded Age and the kitchen sink

This fic was the product of a challenge. Because I love challenges. Especially challenges that nobody actually set and I end up doing them to myself. I asked @extasiswings what her five favorite kinds of AUs were, and she said among other things Reincarnation AUs and Historical (including Gilded Age). At another point she answered a question about liking soulmate fics but being picky about them. And my stupid ass decided to combine all three things into one fic. Because I hate myself.

This fic was one of the most difficult, if not the most difficult, that I’ve ever written. It was a massive labor of love and I’m really, really proud of how it turned out. I knew that I was taking on something really big with this - I needed to balance two timelines, make it historically accurate, come up with a system of reincarnation... I bit off a lot, and I knew it, and I wanted to really make it all work and fit in with canon as much as possible. There was also a lot of heavy emotion, one might even say (temporary) tragedy in this fic - definitely heavy angst for sure. Which made it a very heavy fic to write (I cried a couple times) and I worried I was getting too maudlin on occasion.

All that said... maybe this is tooting my own horn too much? But I think I pulled it off. I know that Leading with the Left is my most popular 911 fic, but to be honest, I think this is my best 911 fic.

[shoichee]

Sneak Peek

To apologize my hectic schedule and not fulfilling my promise(?) of releasing that Kise enemies-to-lovers!/soulmate!/manga kise!au fic series for MONTHS, here's a little ~preview~ of the first chapter. I literally have 38 damn pages of this WIP and it's only in chapter FIVE in my docs and not even half way through this plot??? I hate myself LMAO I PROMISE YALL I DID NOT DITCH THIS PROJECT

current 🏷: @nadav-ii @carinacassiopeiae @kendrex13 @roppongiperfume @thesongstressayre @kimigiri09 @takatul @evierena @one-one-one-one

A/N: The brunette that flirted with Haizaki is nameless, so I just named her Hana. Yeah, no creativity on my end, anyways--

[Kise x fem!Reader]

First Section:

Addressed to Kise Ryōta:

You will meet your soulmate in a place where there are many other people. You will have your first real encounter with them in a place where you always spend your time through the years. Be careful to keep track of where you are at all times. Your soulmate is always with company, and they are never lonely. You must be careful to not actively seek out for your fated encounter, for you’ll certainly miss them. You must remain committed and seek out things that keep you steady and motivated. Only then is it possible for your soulmate to come to you instead.

Kise would like to think he’s a romantic at heart—cheesy guy even, but on the other hand, he actively scoffs at the letter’s content… that he’s had memorized for years now. He has no choice on the matter of whether or not he’ll remember it. Not when his “letter” was just a measly paragraph. He remembered being awfully jealous and whiny of his past classmates bringing their 2-page letter to class to show off and getting the “ooh’s” and “ah’s” from everyone else. That was one sure-fire way to distinguish yourself from the crowd and make a name for yourself. Over the years, Kise’s learned that it would become a separate type of “popularity hierarchy,” whereas those with the most elaborate, mysterious, or unique soulmate letters are the ones at the top of the social ladder. Bonus points if it somehow involves all three factors.

———

Second Section:

It’s utterly stupid. Who does this sender think they are to decide how Kise gets to live his life? What type of sadistic game were they playing by forcing the other soulmate to have the other half of the information, which would be, no doubt, just as annoyingly cryptic?

He stopped denying all the rumors of a girl claiming to be his soulmate; for every rumor he clarified and quashed during his naive youth, three more sprung up the next week. Ignoring them sounds counterintuitive, but when he allows the many rumors and girls to multiply and fester, the number of annoyances are still relatively the same: nearly infinite.

Such has become the life of Kise Ryōta.

———

Third Section:

He walks with such controlled anger brewing within him that he almost didn’t notice another girl walking past him. Almost.

“Hana-chan!” a voice called out. He presumes that the brunette is who the voice is looking for. “Why’d you ditch me like that? You left me with these boys all alone! You know how starved they are—They totally looked at me like a piece of meat!”

“Aish, (y/n)-chan!” He hears her annoying voice echoing behind him. He walks faster. “Don’t you know you have that charm? Can you blame them?~ I wouldn’t, hehe.”

“Mou—! Hana-chan!” You speed to Hana, completely ignoring Kise as you storm past him. “You’re mean!”

He takes a quick side glance at you before his scowl turns harsher.

Who the hell in their right mind is friends with that bitch??

“Sorry, sorry!~”

But Kise can obviously tell she isn’t sorry in the least. He’s even more pissed off when he hears you pleasantly laugh with her, completely accepting her half-assed apology.

[nickywhoisi]

TIME TO UPLOAD MORE THINGS~~~~~~~~ because I’ve been on a roll with posting my drawings lately

I was practicing with the Tender Trio during my long break, and it was real good. For a long while before I even went on that break, I was enamoured by a user’s art for a TTTE/Land of the Lustrous crossover and thought it was a really good idea! In fact, it’s been so good at getting my creative juices flowing that I kinda want to keep going with it. I’ve fallen in love with this concept hard, and there’s just no stopping now. So while I go through my likes, I’m going to upload what I have been making so far for my new Thomas au, to empty out everything before I pack off for a different social media thing. Apologies, but for as much as things have picked up, other things from here have hurt me one too many times and I’m not forgetting what kind of damage that wrought to my overall health, so...it’s safer for me to head somewhere else. I have a couple of places in mind that shouldn’t be too hard for you guys to visit though. Will keep posted for the links. (UPDATE: Deviantart the good ol boi, and possibly Gaiaonline and a general free image hosting site buT WITH COMMENTS :D I might also consider FF.net or AO3 too!)

But for now, I am SUPER HAPPY with how my boys turned out! So fine. I said I’d get James’ nose right, didn’t I? And Rosie too, I’m so happy to draw one of the girls! BUT OH NO...I didn’t colour in her other glove. Ugh well I might edit this post later for the fix, but I just want to get the commentary out of the way. Some parts of the poses on the main four I wish turned out better, but the basic form is there and I got the mood I wanted in it. AND THE HAIR. I AM SO GLAD THE HAIR TURNED OUT RIGHT. IT WAS TOUGH BUT IT TURNED OUT THE RIGHT WAY. I REALLY LOVE DOING HAIR LIKE THIS AAHHHHHHH 

it can go so wrong sometimes with ink, it’s very hard to do without the right control. so the fact that the gloss turned out even a little in the direction I wanted is a total victory for me! Maybe I might try to make Henry’s hair a little deeper green, as there’s a plot reason for that.

And I am really sorry if anyone was expecting me to go further with my canon renditions, but I think I just got too ambitious with the costume designs! They got elaborate and I’ve always enjoyed being meticulous with details and accuracy, which I liked...but then it got hard to manage and recreate for other pieces, so it was kind of like I shot myself in the foot but was too happy about it to notice the wound. Whoops. Drawin trains is harddddd 

I will finish up those pieces so they’re not going to be left incomplete, and I did get Duck and Diesel underway(!), so those pieces will be made sometime soon too. Moving forward, there’s just gonna be a lot of train gems in black suits, but I’ve still planned unique designs for them all anyway. It won’t look too samey. It is going to be really fun! I have writing too! It almost feels like I’m making railway series stories, but with HnK it is wild

Gordon and James are just...*chef’s kiss* I have so many ideas for these two and they are looking so hawtie rn, they definitely came out as the best gem renditions so far. I’m so proud of myself for designing the leg pattern on James, that’s another plot related thing but it’s so on brand for him! In this au, their names (from left to right in the front) are BlueDiamond - mohs 10, Red Zircon - mohs 9.5 (and if you notice, the black I added for his hair is supposed to be Painite, which is why he’s not at a 10), Verdelite - mohs 7.5 (but he’s going to be fixed up with another type that bumps his mohs up BUT I CAN’T SAY YET rhrhhhh), PinkTourmaline - mohs 7. Now who’s in the back? There’s a couple you might be able to guess, but the other one won’t be familiar. Who’s who?

well I just want to save the surprises for later. Expect more to come soon!

[a-simple-gaywitch]

A Very Cute Moose

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Princess (Y/N) has just turned 21 and is to succeed her grandmother, Queen Clarisse, as Queen of Genovia. But since an unmarried woman can’t be crowned queen, (Y/N) has only 30 days to find a husband.

Warnings: None, it’s just a Princess Diaries 2 AU and follows the plot of the film, Enemies to Lovers

Word Count: 5455

Author’s Note: While the gif is early-seasons Spence, the personality and look I pictured is mid-seasons Spence. (also i have a subtle joke about Mandy Patinkin’s filmography somewhere in here, i wonder how many of you will notice)

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear.” -Franklin D. Roosevelt

~

Dear diary,

Well, it's me, brand-new College Graduate/Princess. I can't believe it's been five years since Grandma told me that I was a princess. And right after that, my mother surprised me by marrying my high-school teacher. It must be going well, because they are now expecting a baby. Penelope remains the same as she continues to cause turmoil, but now as a graduate student at Berkeley, which she calls "Berzerkeley. " 

Of course, I’m completely excited to be going back, but I’m also a bit nervous. Grandma Clarisse will be stepping down as Queen by the end of this year and I’ll be taking over. I know I studied diplomacy and political science at school, but there’s no course in "Queen" or "How To Run A Country." But Grandma 's going to help me, and I'll take over when she thinks I'm ready.

Of course, I wonder, will I ever be ready?

Love, 

(Y/N)

You sighed, closing your diary and running your hand over the Genovian crest on the front. Your cat Sergio meowed to get your attention and you smiled, scratching his head. While much of your life had changed over the past five years, Sergio had been a constant, keeping you grounded. You kissed the top of his little head and looked out the window at your beautiful country.

“Welcome home, Princess (Y/F/N),” the head of the Genovian Guard, Dave, said to you. Throughout the turmoil of discovering your royalty, Dave had been there for you, almost like a surrogate father. Originally assigned to protect you as you continued through your teenage life, he grew to adore you as more than just his Princess. 

~

That night was your 21st birthday party, and according to tradition, you were going to have a huge party. Despite your training to be more outgoing and comfortable in public, you were still decidedly an introvert. Big, elaborate parties were never your thing. Unfortunately, big elaborate parties came with being royalty.

Another perk of the party was that you had to dance with every member of Parliament, and every eligible man in attendance. Even if that meant dancing with a twelve-year-old.

You were getting tired and your feet were starting to hurt. The corset of your dress was digging into your ribs and you were just generally no longer having a pleasant time. You decided to go sneak a bite of cake to cheer yourself up. 

“I saw that.”

You turned around, ready to apologize, when you saw one of your best diplomatic friends, Jordan Todd. You both squealed as you hugged her. She started pulling you away and your clumsiness got the better of you, as you stepped on a man’s foot. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” you said as you stumbled back. “Are you-are you alright?” 

His hazel eyes met yours and you felt your heart skip a beat, as cliche as it sounds. 

“I’ll survive, Your Highness,” he said. “The fault was entirely my own. I apologize.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to exchange licenses and proof of insurance?” you joked, hoping to get the handsome man’s name.

“No. No, these shoes were a bit too big anyway,” he said, “and the swelling should help them fit better.” He walked off and you felt Jordan’s eyes on you. 

You turned to her. “What?”

“Nothing. Nothing,” she said with a sly smile. 

~

There were still people to dance with. You were being led in a very jerky tango when the older man’s shoulder was tapped. 

“May I?” The man from earlier asked. The parliament member stepped back and you exhaled in relief. 

“Your timing is impeccable,” you said. “Thank you.”

“Oh, you’re welcome, Your Highness.”

“(Y/N). I like to be called (Y/N).” He hummed as he led you in a waltz. “And you are?”

“Spencer. Just Spencer.”

“Well, I’m very glad to see that my clumsiness hasn’t affected your dancing,” you said. “I’m sorry I stepped on your foot.”

He smiled at you. “You can step on my foot anytime.”

~

The prime minister, Aaron Hotchner, came over to you and said there was someone from parliament you needed to meet. You sighed and started following him when a server walked a little too close and knocked your crown off your head. 

He started apologizing profusely, to which you said it was no big deal. No one was hurt, and that was what mattered. 

“Princess,” a member of parliament, Viscount Gideon, said, handing you your crown. 

“Oh, thank you.”

“You should be more careful, Your Royal Highness,” he said as he situated the crown back on your head. “Someone might try to take that crown away from you.”

“Oh, I hope not,” you said with an awkward laugh before excusing yourself to find the Prime Minister.

~

You were exploring the castle properly for the first time since returning from school. Upon being nosy, you discovered a secret passage. There was a small grate at the end of the tunnel that peeked into Parliament’s meeting. 

Viscount Gideon made an argument against your queenship, saying that an unmarried woman could not be crowned queen. He argued that his nephew, Lord Reid, should be crowned as king. 

Of course, Queen Clarisse tried to fight the men of Parliament, but she was unsuccessful. They agreed that you had a month to find a husband or your crown would be passed to Gideon’s nephew.

When you made it to the throne room to meet your grandmother for Queen Lessons, you started pacing. 

“How can Parliament expect me to fall in love in 30 days?” you ranted as you paced back and forth. “It’s like… It’s like it’s a big trick to get me in an arranged marriage or…” You froze. “No. No, there is no or. That’s what this is, an arranged marriage is my only choice,” you stuttered out. “What kind of person agrees to an arranged marriage?!” You looked at the painting of your grandmother and grandfather. “Oh. You did.”

“Yes, I did,” she said with a smile. “And it turned out quite splendidly. Rupert and I grew very fond of each other.”

“Yeah, I’m sure, Grandma, but I want more than just fondness. I want love.”

“But you don’t have to do this, (Y/N),” she assured you. “You don’t have to become queen.”

You looked at the wall of paintings again. Your eyes fell on the painting of your deceased father. You cleared your throat. “There are 550 years of (L/N)s on these walls. And I’m going to be up there, too.”

~

Your grandmother decided to try and pacify Viscount Gideon by inviting his nephew to stay at the palace during your search for a husband. To say you were pissed was an understatement. 

“I offered to have him hung by his toes in our courtyard,” Dave said, trying to get any kind of smile out of you.

When Clarisse’s PA, Emily Prentiss, announced the arrival of the viscount and his nephew, you swallowed back your anger and plastered on a diplomatic smile. Although, you could tell she was also angry and annoyed at Viscount Gideon.

When they walked in, your smile fell upon seeing Lord Reid. 

It was Spencer. The guy you danced with and flirted with.

“Ma’am, may I introduce my nephew, Lord Spencer Reid.”

Your grandmother reached her hand out to him. “Spencer, we are delighted to make your acquaintance.” she said. She turned to you. “This is my granddaughter, Princess (Y/F/N).”

Instead of reaching out your hand like you were expected to, you stomped on Spencer’s foot before storming off. 

Spencer was hunched over and he groaned out, “She’s always doing that.”

~

To cheer you up and keep you from eating an entire pint of ice cream by yourself, your grandmother decided to show you your newly finished living quarters. The bed was huge, and covered in so many pillows. There was a cat condo shaped like a castle in the corner for Sergio to claim. The walls were painted with elaborate murals.

But the best part was the closet that was bigger than your childhood bedroom. The closet was stocked with all manner of dresses, shoes, jewelry, you name it. 

Although, none of that quite compared to the biggest surprise your grandma set up for you. 

While you were looking at the drawer filled with sunglasses, you were started by someone tickling your sides. When you turned around, you screamed in excitement. 

Your best friend in the whole world, Penelope Garcia, had been hiding in your closet. You gave her a big hug as the two of you squealed. 

“You’re here! You’re in Genovia! And you’re in my closet!” you said. Then you took a look at her appearance. “And you’re blonde!” The last time you saw her, her hair had been dyed black

She smiled. “I’m blond!”

You gave her another tight hug, almost to the point of tears. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you. When did your flight get in?”

“Just a little while ago.”

“Oh, by the way,” you said, knowing she would kill you if you didn’t tell her, “I’m getting married.”

“What?”

~

Emily had assembled a slideshow of potential suitors for you. It seemed like a mixed bag of bad matches. Whether it was because they were too old, too young, or not interested in women, none of them seemed to fit. Until you got to the side on Grant Anderson, a duke from England. 

You’d decided he would be your husband. Queen Clarisse invited him to the palace almost immediately so the two of you could get to know each other. He was sweet, and you got along well enough. He made you laugh, and he was kind of a clumsy dork, matching your own personality quite well. He proposed to you after only a week, though the proposal was merely a formality. 

Everyone in Genovia seemed pleased with the union. Everyone, that is, but Lord Spencer and his grouch of an uncle.

Spencer seemed to take every opportunity to antagonize and annoy you. The worst part was, you couldn’t hide how he got under your skin. Part of it was the betrayal you felt after having danced with him, but part of it was also that you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since the two of you danced.

~

Your Queen Lessons continued. Surprise, surprise. As part of one Genovian tradition, you had to learn to shoot a flaming arrow through a ring, to symbolize your own eternal flame. 

To say you weren’t an expert marksman was an understatement. Your clumsy nature was on full display, as your arrows went all over the garden, hitting everything but the target. One almost hit Spencer while he was reading. Sure, you felt bad, but it also made you a little happy to see the shock on his face. 

Your grandmother was also teaching you how to handle the complaints and requests of your subjects. It was going surprisingly well, until a farmer brought a chicken as a gift for your table. The chicken jumped from the basket and started running through the throne room. You were about to help the servants catch it when your grandmother grabbed the back of your shirt. 

“(Y/N), a princess never chases a chicken.”

Unfortunately, that was not the worst thing to happen that week. 

You were to review the royal guard, led by Captain Derek Morgan. In a floor length dress. Riding side-saddle. Thankfully, your grandmother had a trick for you: a wooden leg.

Penelope, Grant, and Spencer were standing on the sidelines, watching as you rode in with your groom leading your horse. 

“I’m Spencer, Viscount Gideon’s nephew,” he said, holding his hand out to shake Grant’s.

“Ah, the man trying to stage the palace coup,” Grant said, shaking Spencer’s hand. “I’m Grant Anderson. Nice to meet you.”

Penelope stuck her hand out. “Penelope Garcia, official best friend of future queen. I don’t like you.”

Spencer looked at her for a moment. “Pleasure.”

The tragedy happened when something spooked your horse. While the groom was trying to steady the horse, Dave was trying to keep you from getting bucked off. Unfortunately, he grabbed the wooden leg and it fell off the saddle, exposing your rouse. You grabbed your horse’s reins as it took off in a run.

You were sitting in the stables, alone so you could cry without the millions of eyes of the court, the media, and the servants. 

Unfortunately, you weren’t alone for long. Spencer found you. 

“You shouldn’t hide,” he said, handing you the hat that had fallen off your head during the chaos. “It only makes them gossip more.”

You took the hat and wiped your eyes. “What do you want?”

“Just think, (Y/N). One more leg and you could have easily outrun your horse,” he said. It came out as a taunt, but he was really just trying to cheer you up. But you didn’t take it that way. 

“I don’t need this right now,” you snapped at him, your voice shaking. 

Spencer softened and he took a step closer to you. “(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he said. 

“No, you’re not. You never think about anyone but yourself, so just this once, can you please let me be miserable and not make me feel worse about myself?” You got up from the window you’d been perched on. “Just… go away. Leave me alone.”

Thankfully, Dave came to your rescue, like he always did in your worst moments. 

“Princess,” he said, “the queen has arrived.”

“Yes.” You straightened yourself up and walked to the doors, where your lady’s maids were waiting for you with tissues. In that moment, you were grateful for their overbearing natures. 

Dave turned to Spencer. “Spencer, am I going to be disappointed in you?” he asked the young man. 

Before he could answer, Gideon walked into the stables. “Unfortunate incident, that,” he said. “I’m just leaving. Come see me off,” he told Spencer. 

“I’d like to speak to your uncle alone for a moment, Spencer,” Dave said. Spencer nodded and left the barn. Dave turned to Gideon. “Viscount, you may not be aware of what my job entails as the royal head of security. My job is to protect the crown, to make sure no one harms the crown, to step in when someone toys with the crown’s emotions, you see?”

“I think the entire country understands how well you cater to the crown’s emotions.”

Dave ignored the jab and stepped closer. “If you hurt my girl, you will answer directly to me. And whatever crimes I commit against you, remember, I have diplomatic immunity in 46 countries. Including Puerto Rico.”

“Sir, you will find that ‘fear’ is not in my vocabulary.”

“Maybe not. But it’s in your eyes.” He draped the rubber snake of the viscount’s shoulder. “You forgot something.”

~ 

You were attending a royal garden party in an effort to get to know the members of the court and their families better. The day was going pretty well, until you and Grant ran into Spencer and his date. Spencer introduced you to his companion, Lady Maeve. 

“Maeve and I were just discussing her latest achievement,” he said. “She received a scholarship to one of the best schools to study genetics.”

“Please, Spencer-”

“Why not brag?” he said. “You’re an amazing woman.”

“Congratulations, Maeve,” you said. “You know, Grant has a PhD in Anthropology from Oxford.”

Unfortunately, this just started a bragging war between you and Spencer. Maeve and Grant had since stepped away, not wanting to get in between your ongoing feud. 

“You two make such a lovely couple, you know,” he said after you fell into a moment of awkward silence. 

“I know, we do.”

“It’s a shame you’re not attracted to him.”

“I- what?” Spencer had started walking away. “Wait, get back here!” You started following him through the palace’s hedge maze. “I’ll have you know, I am very attracted to Grant.”

“Well, obviously,” he mocked. 

“I am! He’s… We are perfect for each other. He understands me-”

“Understands you, wow! What passion! I didn’t hear you mention love.”

You scoffed. “You’re just jealous.” You turned away from him and started walking away.

“Why would I be jealous of Grant? He’s got to spend the rest of his life married to you.”

You stopped and turned around, glaring at him. You smacked him with the fan in your hand. “I loathe you.”

He smacked your shoulder with the music program in his hand. “I loathe you.”

Before you knew what was happening, he grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you. You felt your foot threatening to pop up and unfortunately, that caused you to lose your balance, making both you and Spencer fall into the pond behind you.

“(Y/N)-” He reached over to help you up.

You pulled away from him. “You know what, I have an idea. Why don’t you go underwater, and I’ll count to a million.” You climbed out of the fountain and stormed away. When you got back to the party, your grandmother and Grant both turned to look at you. 

“Do I want to know?” Clarisse asked. 

You shook your head and mouthed the word, “No.” You excused yourself to your chambers to change. 

“She’s going to be a handful, isn’t she?” Grant asked the queen. 

“Well, Grant, you’ll never be bored.”

~

The next day, you were in the Genovian Independence Day Parade. Penelope was going to be riding in your infamous Mustang at the front of the parade. 

You were perched atop the royal carriage, holding a Genovian flag in your lap. Dave walked over to you. 

“How are you feeling, Princess?”

“Honestly? Not great, Dave.”

“Would it make you feel better to call me Davey?”

You smiled at him and shook your head. “No. Dave.”

“Come on, David, we’re already late,” Clarisse said as she took her seat next to you. 

The parade was going well. There was little chance of you messing it up. You just had to sit, smile, and wave. But when you passed the children’s shelter, you made the carriage stop. Two older boys were picking on a little girl who couldn’t be much older than four. You hopped out of the carriage and walked over to the children. You knew all eyes were on you, but you didn’t care. 

“Hello, everybody,” you said, smiling at all the kids. 

“Hi, Princessa,” they all said. 

You walked through the crowd of kids to the girl who was being teased. “Hello. What’s your name?” you asked her. 

“Carolina,” she said. She was sucking on her thumb while clutching a ragged blanket. 

You looked up at the boys. “And what are your names?” After they told you, you said, “Did I see you picking on Carolina?”

“They were tugging on my braids,” the girl said. The boys ran deeper into the crowd, hiding from you.

You turned to the adult in charge. “Excuse me, these children are…?”

“Mostly orphans, ma’am,” he said. “We care for as many as possible, but the shelter doesn’t have enough room.”

You hummed, an idea forming in your mind. 

Spencer was watching you with his uncle. He was fighting back a smile as he watched how gently you interacted with the children, having one of the parade vendors hand tiaras to all of the children. 

“Kissing children,” Gideon scoffed. “Hugging orphans. What a vulgar, low, despicable political trick.”

“I don’t think it’s a trick,” Spencer said as you invited all the children to walk next to you in the parade. “I think she genuinely cares.”

When you got back to the palace, you called a parliamentary meeting. You’d discussed with Queen Clarisse converting the winter palace into a temporary home for the orphans. When the men in parliament started to object, claiming the winter palace was a perk for them, you cut them off.

“I’m de-perking it,” you said, keeping your voice level and calm, despite your anger at their selfishness. “I feel bad having two homes when these children don’t even have one.” You looked around the conference table and the men were shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Good, you thought.

Prime Minister Hotchner gave you an approving nod and smile as you continued to discuss the plans for raising the funds for a proper children’s shelter.

~

Spencer was having a debate with his uncle.

“What are you saying?” Gideon asked him.

“She’s… She’s smart, and she really cares about Genovia. Maybe… well, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she ran the country.”

“Are you crazy?”

“She believes in Genovia so much she’s convinced herself to marry a man she knows she can never love.”

“I can’t believe I’m hearing this. After all the work we’ve put in to end up with nothing?!”

“Well, it wouldn’t be nothing,” Spencer argued. “Genovia would be in good hands.” He paused. “And she would be happy.”

“Ah. You’ve fallen in love with her.”

“No. No,” he protested. “All I ask-”

“No, no, no, no! Listen. What do you think will happen, hmm? That she’ll leave Grant and marry you? I have put in the effort to make you a king, not to have you marry a queen. I won’t have it!”

Spencer sighed. “Don’t worry, Uncle. That will never happen. (Y/N) doesn’t care for me that way.”

“Oh, but you care for her.”

“All I’m asking is that we stop trying to sabotage her.”

Gideon sighed. “Alright. If that’s what you really want. I just want your happiness, my boy. Go to her. Congratulate her and tell her we surrender.”

Spencer smiled. “Thank you, Uncle.”

As soon as Spencer left, Gideon picked up the phone and dialed the press.

~

You sighed as yet another flaming arrow missed the target. “Alright, that’s enough flaming ones for now.” You turned to Grant. “Are you sure I didn’t burn you?”

“Of course you did, look at his coat,” Penelope fussed. 

“No, no, you just sort of… seared the sleeve,” he assured you, trying to make you feel better. 

Unfortunately, your foul mood got worse when you heard Spencer whistling. 

“Penelope, can I talk to you for a minute, please?” The two of you stepped away from the archery range. “Look over there,” you whispered.

When she saw Spencer, she looked back at Grant and said said, “Should I shoo him or should I shoo him? Just tell me who I should shoo and I’ll shoo.”

“I just want to talk to Spencer for a minute, okay?”

Penelope smiled as the two of you walked back to Grant. “Hey Grant, why don’t you go introduce Penelope to your parents?” you suggested. “Just tell them I’ll be up for brunch in a sec.”

“Sure, I’d love to meet Susan and Arnold. We can have those tasty finger sandwiches together,” Penelope said, looping her arm through Grant’s to drag him away. As soon as they were out of earshot, you turned back to Spencer. 

“Would you like some help?” he offered, gesturing to the bow you’d left on the ground. When you took your stance, he stood close behind you, adjusting your arm. He put his hand on top of yours as he whispered instruction to you.

He was so close you could smell his cologne, and it was making your head spin. In a good way. And it was making your stomach flip in a way that it shouldn’t have.

When you let go, the arrow landed in the middle of the target. You lowered your bow and huffed out a laugh. You turned around to face him and found yourself staring into his beautiful hazel eyes. 

He cleared his throat and took a small step back. “I should go. I really only came to pack my things.”

“You’re leaving?”

“I thought it was time I bowed out gracefully. Don’t you?”

You smiled and whispered, “Goodbye.”

“Bye.” He turned to leave and you started walking away. But he turned around and ran to stand in front of you again. “(Y/N), can I see you one more time before I go?”

You looked over at your lady’s maids, who had turned around but were still listening to everything. “Spencer, I’m watched like a hawk…”

“I’ll find a way.”

~

And he did.

You were reading in your private chambers when Penelope came running in. 

“Oh, hi, Miss Penelope, may we announce?” your maid asked. 

“I can announce myself. Penelope Garcia! (Y/N), look out your window,” she said, out of breath from running. 

“What?”

“Look out your window.” When you got up and started walking over, she said, “Prince Charming is throwing pebbles.”

You smiled as you saw Spencer standing on the grass, throwing pebbles up to your window.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, with hair so fine, come out your window, climb down the vine,” he said. 

“The feat you ask, dear sir, isn’t easy, and I won’t respond to that line. It’s far too cheesy.” You smiled and pulled back from the window. 

“So, what does he want?” Penelope asked you. 

“He wants me to climb down the vine.”

“Well, do you want to?”

“Yes.”

“So, go.”

“It’s a recipe for disaster.”

“(Y/N), do something impulsive for once in your life. You’re getting married. Do you want a regular bachelorette party with 12 screaming girls, or do you want a stroll in the moonlight with your almost-Prince Charming?”

You chewed on your lip before you made your decision. You climbed up on the window ledge and tried to find your footing on the vine climbing up the wall. Climbing down wasn’t easy, and you felt ridiculous. 

“This really is more romantic in books,” you complained. Unfortunately, then was the moment when you slipped and fell off the vine. Luckily, Spencer broke your fall. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you again?” you asked. 

“You know, I’m getting used to it,” he said.

Penelope looked down at the two of you. “I’ll cover for you!” she whispered. “Go, Rapunzel, go!”

You and Spencer spent the night together by a pond he knew. You got to know each other on a deeper level, and you danced with each other again. You knew you were falling for him, and that scared you.

But the bubble you’d created popped when, in the morning, you noticed a photographer in a boat on the lake. Assuming he was setting you up yet again, you ran away. When you got back to the palace, your grandmother was in your room with Penelope, who had slept in your bed in an attempt to cover for you. 

Emily burst into the room and turned on the TV, where the press was covering the story of the night before. 

Your grandmother was going to reprimand you, but then she saw that you were crying. Penelope and Emily left the room as you sat on the floor, your head in your hands.

Clarisse lowered herself to the floor next to you and wrapped her arm around you, pulling you into her side. When you calmed down, she said, “Now the question is, do we still have a wedding?”

~

You and Grant agreed to go on with the wedding, though you acknowledged that there was no spark between either of you.

The morning of your wedding was already stressful, but some of the stress was alleviated when your mother surprised you. And introduced you to your new baby brother. 

But you were more excited to see your mom.

However, any stress she took away immediately came back when Paolo, the hairdresser, entered your room. 

You remembered the last time he was around you quite clearly. He was a narcissistic, obnoxious man, but he was good at what he did. 

The first hairdo he tried was not a winner. 

When you looked in the mirror, you said, “I look like a moose.”

“Ah, but a very cute moose,” Paolo said. “Make all the boy moose go whaaaaa.” He laughed. When he saw that your expression wasn’t changing, he tried again. Eventually, he found a style you both loved. 

~

Spencer didn’t want to go to the wedding. He knew you were mad at him, and he also knew it would be too painful to see you marry another man. He resigned himself to wallowing in self-pity at home while Gideon went to the wedding alone.

After he left, Spencer’s maid said, “Sir, I don’t mean to speak out of turn, but I feel you should know. Your uncle called the press and set you up.”

Spencer clenched his jaw. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? I should have known.”

“He’s up to something. He’s much too delighted that you aren’t going to that wedding.”

Spencer raced around the house. “I have to get to the church. But how? Everything on four wheels has been rented out. You know what? Doesn’t matter, I’ll run.”

“Wait, wait,” the maid said. “Your father’s old bike is out back! It’ll be a little rusty, but it’ll still get you there in plenty of time.”

“Oh, Gretchen, you’re a lifesaver,” he said before kissing her cheek. “Thank you.”

~

As you stood at the end of the aisle and looked at the altar, you took a step forward. You knew you had to do this, for Genovia. But about halfway up the aisle, you turned around and ran back out the church. 

After calming the crowd down, your grandmother went to go find you. She found you in an alcove, in the midst of a panic attack. 

“Oh, (Y/N).”

“I’m sorry, Grandma, I’m sorry. I just- I just need a minute,” you assured her. “I can do this, I can do this.”

She smiled at you. “No.”

You shook your head. “I can’t do this.”

“(Y/N), listen to me. I made my choice, duty to my country over love. It’s what I’ve always done, it seems.It was drummed into me my whole life. Now I’ve lost the one man I’ve ever really loved.” 

You peered out of the alcove where Dave was standing, making sure no one would bother you during your heart to heart. You knew your grandmother loved David Rossi more than she let on. 

“Darling, I want you to make your own choices. Don’t make the same mistake I did. Make your own mistakes.” You laughed at that. You knew there’d be plenty of those. “Now, you can go back in there and get married, or you can choose not to. Whatever you decide, I support you.”

When you walked back into the church, you decided not to get married. 

“Thank you,” Grant said when you gave him back the ring.

“For what?”

“For saving me from doing the proper thing for once in my life.”

Of course, Viscount Gideon started making a scene. But Spencer showed up just in time and declined the position of king. After the viscount stormed off, you petitioned Parliament to abolish the rule that was the whole reason for the wedding. 

Thankfully, Prime Minister Hotchner was on your side, as he always was. He guided you through the petition and helped you successfully win.

And while you didn’t end up getting married, Dave and Clarisse did, much to the happiness of everyone who knew them. 

~

You were sitting in the throne room with Sergio seated on a pillow next to the throne. You were enjoying the chance to finally breathe before you were coronated. You couldn’t believe it was finally happening. 

“What do you say, Sergio? Will I make a good queen?”

“I certainly do.” You looked up and saw Spencer. “If I may be so bold, I’d like to request an audience with Your Highness.”

You gestured for him to come forward. Sergio’s tail flicked back and forth as he surveyed Spencer. “What is your dilemma, young man?” you asked him as he knelt in front of your throne. 

“I am in love with the queen to be,” he said, “and I am inquiring if she loves me, too.”

You smiled at him. “Do you have a chicken for my table?” you joked. 

“No, I’m afraid my kitchen is out of chickens,” he said. 

You hummed, pretending to consider his problem before you got up and ran to him. He enveloped you in a hug, spinning you around. When he set you down, you kissed him. 

Maybe you would get your fairytale ending after all.

~

“You are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream.” -C.S. Lewis