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feather-dancer · 5 years ago

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Trollhunters Fanfic Recommendations - Part 2

My original fanfic recommend post seems to have exploded in notes which is a little bewildering if I’m honest. Since then I’ve stumbled over more I have enjoyed thanks to a couple other recc posts doing the rounds, a few I forgot to list and new ones that have appeared on AO3

Want to see the original recommendations post? You can find it here!

General Trollhunters

Love, we hold on together - Jilaire post Season 3 and very cute and fluffy.

Young Atlas - Season 1 finale with Jim and wandering into the unknown to do the right thing.

Hope (or something a little bit like it) - A take on what it was like for Dictatious when he was pulled into the Darklands when Gunmar was sealed away.

Partners - Season 1 finale with Toby’s thoughts of his bestie going off without him.

Family - Season 1 AARRRGGHH thoughts and everything he’d do for his current and newly adopted family.

Family History In The Context of the Parallel Development of a Relationship as Told Through a Trollmarket Dwelling - Just as it says on the tin.

Under the Sun — Part One: The White Rabbit - Oh what wonders could Otto have seen and done long before we met him in the modern day? Learning he hates the cold and snow, for one, and someone seriously needs to get him glasses pronto.

The Devil and the deep blue sea - A retrospective on Walter Strickler/Stricklander and missed chances.

Talking About Teenage Angst: For Dummies! - Steli fic with Coach being wonderful and things going rather pear shaped one night.

Sticky Notes - Another Steli fic, this one is very cute fluff with post-its.

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Stricklake

We'll Meet Again - I think the actual summary sums it up better than I can: Perhaps there is no such thing as love at first sight, but what about second or third or fourth or…?

The Festival of Nauna - It’s time for a Troll festival post Season 3 and naturally Not!Enrique “helps” things along in regards to Strickler and Barbara’s still strained relationship. Also contains Strickler who likely has lasting fears of being summoned by gnomes and good old changeling banter.

Fallout - Jim for a time saw Strickler as a father figure he never had, it turns out however he might have been closer to the truth than either had realised. Secrets don’t stay so forever though, be they true parentage or the slight issue of somebody not being human.

Like for Like, Echo for Echo - IT TURNS OUT An Amorous Attack (The hilarious Draal reporting in to Jim) fic had a sequel and I had no idea! We heard from the troll what happened but it’s not quite the same as hearing from the actual culprits.

misc. trollhunters prompts - Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst, who knows what you’ll find! Also includes Rebecoming which is an AU that makes me yell in good ways. Then Organised Knowledge made me yell even more.

Stricklake: Stones Through A Lake - Stricklake prompts! Contains fluff, angst and all that good stuff.

almost (you) me - In Unbecoming, what if Strickler had glimpses of a life he could have had if things had just happened a little differently?

The Strawberry Shortcake Chronicles - A collection from the fluffy to uh higher rated? Following the long relationship of Walter Strickler and Barbara Lake through it’s ups, the downs, the dawning realisation of falling for someone and of scenarios that are just adorable to behold. And then Strickler fucks up.

Good Morning Arcadia Oaks! - Put it under this section as two of these ARE actually Stricklake which are incredibly fluffy and delightful and the other one is AARRRGGHH having a job and I love them very much. The newest one is god please let this idiot teach again I need it in my life.

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Alternate Universes

Eventide - An absolutely DELIGHTFUL Gang!AU. Fear the renegade teenagers, they WILL break into your house and make you toast.

Eclipsing Daylight - Jim has spent 6 months in the Darklands instead of two weeks before his rescue and brings a whole lot of trauma, emotional baggage and nightmares home with him. This is the fic that made me feel less bad about Ghost!AU as he’s severely put through the wringer here. Heeding the content warnings is a must.

Lasting Repercussions - His fellow Trollhunters were a bit too late rescuing Jim in the Darklands and the Decimaar blade did... something to him before Gunmar was punched away. With visions and thoughts distinctly not his own Jim has an extra thing on his plate he didn’t ask for but perhaps it could also be turned into an advantage.

A Fantastic Upheaval - Barbara meets her unexpected basement lodger and nothing short of sheer shenanigans ensue.

Works in Progress - Three unlikely friends meet one by one in a hospital, none of them are okay but maybe, just maybe, they can help each other on the road to recovery.

My Only Sunshine - What if Jim was trolled as a five year old thanks to a (Presumed) magical bath bomb? By luck he turns back into a human but only while the sun is up which leads to both mother and son scrabbling to deal with this awful situation while also trying desperately to keep anybody uncovering their secret lest the worst happens to Jim. Expect to feel emotions, a lot of them, and just wanting things to start going their way. “Jim loses track of time” has never been so ominous.

In the Dead of Night - What if Bular survived? It turns out accidentally adopting a child called Trisha, terrible decision making involving pans on fire, a very confused Otto and the show that must still must go on.

Fire Agate - Toby makes the decision to be trolled like Jim so his new extended family won’t have to see him age and wither as a human. Comes with feels, so many many feels.

Whispers Within - Did you want a slice of life fic with a gay Uhl who gets a monster boyfriend? Well even if you didn’t you can have one anyway as it is DELIGHTFUL. The school actually has more staff, there’s a toilet garden, family drama and such damn good LGBT+ rep!

Text Ya Later, Trollhunter - A text/group chat fic that tangented due to what we knew at the time into utter delightful chaos. “I see you smiling through ur window u tiny fiend!” has yet to stop being hilarious and I recommend this fic if you just want sheer silliness that led me to binging the entire thing until about 2am.

The Time That Is Given To Us - Please heed the summary and warnings of this before you read. Steve gets up, goes to school, has practice, heads off home, dies. Wakes up and it was just a bad dream right? But the deaths keep happening and along with the phantoms of his previous injuries following him as closely as his killer, he remembers everything. His only hope seems to be some little things are happening differently, slowly but sure...

The self indulgent section

Listen it’s the second recc post, I think it’s now socially acceptable to plug my own two fics way way down here :p

Masks We Wear, Lies We Share - Strickler centric and set before the days Jim Lake Jr. was one of his students we follow the grand ups, downs and general craziness of being a changeling in a human world balancing two lives and the existence of your brethren on the same knife. Then one day you get a goblin making a nest in your hidden office as this is your life now. Contains Ocs that deserve good things, Nomura glad to be back in a warmer climate and soon to come, Otto relating a worrisome auction house incident

It can deal with uncomfortable themes, warnings can be found in the chapter summary when relevant.

Ghosts he left behind (Ghost!AU) - After “A House Divided”, we saw Jim manage to stumble home newly changed in the dead of night before collapsing moments after breaking the threshold. However, what if he never made it home after crawling out the waters that changed him?

First chapter follows Jim only, second chapter (To come) follows the rest of Team Trollhunters as they desperately try to figure out what happened to Jim and in turn find the boy who is succumbing to an increasingly distraught state alone. Second chapter also contains Stricklake because I can.

Please remember to check the tags.

#Trollhunters

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whitewolfmoving · 4 years ago

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Going For Gold || Bucky Barnes Mixed Martial Arts AU

Summary: Bucky made his choices long ago, now he has to live with the fallout. Can he return to the life he once knew? Can he mend the heart of the girl he left behind? Can he be a better man than he used to be? [Modern au] [Mixed Martial Arts au]

Trigger Warnings: lots of swearing, Bucky Barnes being a whole ass idiot, mentions of character death, mild detail of injuries, arguing, flashbacks, PTSD, alcohol and prescription drug use (non-addictive)

Word Count: 1817

Chapter Warnings: swearing, arguing, mentions of alcohol (non-addictive)

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Chapter Two: Go To Hell

Bucky sat on the bench outside of Serenity’s office; she hadn’t been happy to see him. Could he really blame her, though? After everything he put her through? He sighed, absentmindedly rubbing his left shoulder, it always seemed to ache more when Bucky was nervous. He tried not to flinch as he listened to Serenity Corbyn tear Steve Rogers a new one.

“Please, please tell me what I saw out there was a fucking ghost! Or— or a figment of my imagination!”

“You know I can’t do that, I can’t lie to you.”

“You ‘can’t lie to me’, huh? Bullshit! You lied to me about where you were yesterday.”

At that, Bucky perked up. Steve lying to Serenity? Impossible. Steve Rogers didn’t possess a dishonest bone in his body when it came to that girl. Bucky and Mikey had done all of the lying when it involved Serenity as kids. Yet as a general rule, asking Steve Rogers not to lie was like asking a dog not to lick its own butt, it couldn’t be done.

“What do you mean I lied about where I was yesterday? I told you, I left work early so I could help Nat prep for dinner with Peggy and Marc. That way you could focus on closing the gym.”

“Then why’d she call me at 5:30 asking if I knew where you were? You left at 3:15 to be home by 3:45, Steve. You lied to me.”

Bucky worried his lower lip between his teeth. Ah, there it was. That’s where Steve had made his mistake. Sure, he’d left work at fifteen after three, but it wasn’t so he could be home by 3:45. No, he’d taken a detour, and that detour was to meet up with Bucky. Steve had parked his pickup right next to Bucky’s Harley, overlooking the old mill. The two of them had spent the better part of an hour and a half shooting the shit, reminiscing about high school, discussing the reasons for Bucky’s absence when Mikey died. Sure, correspondence was a two-way street, but it’s not like Bucky had made an attempt to reach out to Serenity either. Not once. And Steve wouldn’t let him forget it.

“Ren, I—”

“You were with him, weren’t you?” The way she’d said it—accusing Steve so easily—cut through Bucky like a jagged knife, carving his heart out through his stomach. God, she really hates me.

Steve sighed, defeated. “Look, can we talk about this later? After work? I’ll tell you everything you want to know then, I promise. But he’s home, Ren, he’s back and he’s here. And he came to see you.”

“Because you asked him to, right? Because you told him he should stop by, didn’t you? Because Bucky Barnes isn’t capable of making one simple decision for himself, oh no, he needs Saint Steve’s permission.”

“You know that’s not fair, Serenity.”

“Not fair? I’ll tell you what’s not fair, Steven. Having my best friend abandon me two weeks after graduation, that’s not fair. Having the man I would have moved heaven and hell for not showing up when my brother died, that’s not fair. He didn’t call, he didn’t write. Not once. My entire world was crashing down around me and taking me with it, and he wasn’t here! That’s not fucking fair! Don’t tell me I’m not being fair. Don’t you dare stand there and fucking defend him to me, because I don’t want to hear it.”

Bucky stood as the office door swung open, turning to meet Serenity’s pissed off gaze burning holes into his skin. He swallowed, unsure of what to say. He’d known this was a bad idea but he’d also known Steve was right, avoiding Serenity wasn’t a luxury he could afford.

“I’m only going to say this once so listen well. Whatever he promised you’d find if you showed up? I don’t have it for you, I’ll never have it for you. Coming here today was a waste of your time and mine. Got it?”

Serenity’s words were a punch straight to Bucky’s gut; they’d knocked the wind out of him with no hesitation, they’d snatched the ground from beneath his feet with no remorse, they’d taken everything he knew about life and turned it upside-down right in front of him. He was free falling with nowhere to land.

“Tasha and I are going to my dad’s tonight. We’ll be out late, don’t wait up.” This she’d directed at Steve over her shoulder before disappearing down the stairs.

Bucky stared after Serenity’s retreating form. He wanted to go after her, everything in him was screaming at him to follow her down but he couldn’t get his body to move. He was stuck.

Bucky Barnes was an idiot, but Bucky Barnes was also pretty intelligent. Especially when it came to his best friend.

He and Steve had met when they were five, met Mikey and Serenity a year later, and the four of them had been inseparable ever since. Bucky knew Steve like the back of his hand. He’d sensed something was off about the tall blonde when he’d appeared behind Serenity earlier that day. The way he planted himself at her back, staring Bucky down as if she needed protection from the soldier. Bucky knew there was something more to the story, something else that Steve hadn’t told him when they met up the day before. After witnessing the fight between him and Serenity, Bucky was sure of two very important things. One, was that he was going to have to work his ass off if he wanted to get back in Serenity’s good graces and two, was that Steve had lied to him, too—he wasn’t dating Natasha like Bucky had been led to believe for the last four years. Steve was dating Serenity, and he’d knowingly set Bucky up to have his heart shattered in front of everybody in the gym.

“Hey, Buck, you want a beer?” Steve asked, breaking through Bucky’s analysis of the day’s events.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks,” Bucky replied. “Hey, Stevie, can I ask you something?”

Steve sat down on the couch next to Bucky and handed him one of the two beers he’d fished out of the refrigerator. “Sure, pal. What’s on your mind?”

“When were you going to tell me you’ve been seeing Serenity?”

Steve choked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“When were you going to tell me you’ve been seeing Serenity?” Bucky repeated, fire settled in his ocean blue eyes as he took a sip of his beer. He’d sit there and quietly wait for Steve to make his move, he’d sit there as long as it took to be sure that he was given the truth. Steve was stubborn, Bucky was more so. How could his best friend lie to him like that? How could he bring Natasha into it like that? And how could Serenity just go along with it like she had no idea?

“Buck, y-you got it all wrong,” Steve said slowly. “Serenity and me, we— I—”

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long, Steve?”

“How long what?”

Bucky slammed his beer bottle down on the coffee table with enough force to startle the man next to him, if he hadn’t been paying attention. He’d held everything together while they were at the gym, he’d watched Serenity go about her routine as if Bucky hadn’t been there. And he waited, waited for his friends to come clean. But they never did.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Rogers. How long have you two been seeing each other? How long were you going to let me believe you were seeing Nat? Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out? Think I wouldn’t catch you in your lie, huh? And while I’ve been countries away, you’ve been shacking up with Serenity behind my back for four fucking years!”

“I highly suggest you watch your tone. We aren’t shacking up, Buck. We’ve always lived together, you know that. And what was I supposed to do, huh? You weren’t here, you left her, Bucky. You know, Serenity didn’t even let herself cry over you? She told me and Mikey that she didn’t need to because if you could leave just like that, clearly she didn’t mean as much to you as she thought.” By now Steve was standing, pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table. He refused to meet Bucky’s gaze. Both of their tempers flared; Steve’s in defense of Serenity, in defense of the truth Bucky had yet to know. And Bucky’s because out of all the people he trusted never to betray him, Steve had done just that. He was sure his and Serenity’s relationship hadn’t gone cold before Steve swooped in and played the hero, and worse than that, neither of them had thought to tell him.

Steve stopped pacing and carded a hand through his short blonde hair. He chanced a glance at Bucky. “We never wanted to hurt you, Buck.”

“I was right, this whole time, I was right. She didn’t wanna see me. Why’d you tell me to come buy if she didn’t wanna see me?”

“You don’t get to blame Serenity for this. You walked away, you left her behind. When she felt like she couldn’t go on after Mikey died, I was there for her. I held her every night while she cried, while she begged me to let her die, too. And when she was ready to, I helped her put those pieces back one by one.”

Bucky’s arms hung at his sides, he clenched and unclenched his fists. Finally, he looked up, meeting Steve’s gaze. “Do you love her?” When Steve cocked his head to the side confused, Bucky elaborated, “Serenity. Do you love her, Steve?”

Steve nodded, considering his next words carefully. “Yeah, I do.”

Bucky squared his shoulders, eyeing Steve with rage in his eyes. “Then pick one. Her or Nat. But you can’t have them both.”

Steve reeled back, feigning disgust at Bucky’s implication. “I know.”

“Tell Serenity about Natasha. If you don’t, I will.” Bucky grabbed his jacket from the back of the couch and marched toward the door. He’d rode with Steve after closing the gym, leaving his Harley just inside the back gate. He wasn’t about to ask him for a ride back to his bike, he was far too prideful for that.

“Hey, at least let me give you a ride back to the gym.”

“No, thanks. You’ve done enough.”

“Come on, Buck. It’s the least I can do,” Steve offered, reaching for his keys.

“I said you’ve done enough. Go to hell, Rogers.” Bucky stepped out onto the porch and pulled the door shut behind him. He knew exactly what he had to do to get Serenity back…

Bucky Barnes was getting back in the cage.

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A/N: Finally, chapter two is live! I’m so sorry it too so long to post tonight, I kept getting distracted. Whoops.

Uh... can we talk about the DRAMA?! #sorrynotsorry 😬

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated and encouraged. Leave a like, comment, and reblog if you love it!

-Auri <3

#bucky barnes fanfiction #going for gold #mma fighter!bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic

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darlingsdevil · 5 years ago

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The Ballads of Rebirth (Arthur Morgan x Reader)

Chapter 15: Full Circle

Summary: The big day. All rejoice!

Masterlist

Tag list: @rollyjogerjones

I still can’t add a read more tab on mobile.. sorry about that :/

A/N: Sorry for my long hiatus, not been super motivated lately so I made this chapter extra long for you guys! Longer than any thing I’ve written before (!!).I promise I sort have been doing productive things.. I guess. Listening to music (Hozier, Lord Huron, Gregory Alan Isakov and the Oh Hello’s are what got this chapter done), playing fallout 76 (I know), working, schoolwork, planning other fics (I have a big announcement coming up!!!)

IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: I wanted to clear some things up in terms of plot hole. My dumbass mistakenly has said that Reader has been in the gang for 15 years, not true - it’s been around 10, but a little less than John (like 3 ish months after him). I have also previously said that John and Reader joined the gang together, again, not true but I already fixed it. Reader joined the gang after John after Arthur saved her from the gang who kidnapped her. Hope this wasn’t too confusing.

As for the ending... yeah.. next chapter, and then epilogue. Not sure that many of you will stay around for the AU - which will be posted SEPARATE, after you read the actual ending >:3c Anyways, here we go.

This is all supposed to be italicized.. it’s italicized on wattpad and ao3, just tumblr decided to be a bitch and not transfer it that way and I’m too lazy to change each paragraph to italics.. so let’s just pretend it is.

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Shady Belle was an interesting place for a wedding, it seemed. You had been ushered away from Arthur in the morning, and carted away to Saint Denis with the rest of the women, claiming Shady Belle would be too chaotic to get ready in, which really meant they didn’t want you to get ready with the men around. They had raided your room when the sun rose, waking Arthur too. You were barely able to kiss him goodbye, they carted you out of the room that fast. You wanted to lie next to him all morning, enveloped in his warmth, but your friends had different plans.

Saint Denis was such a difference compared to Chicago, the city you grew up in. You were an orphan living in the cold streets, just barely getting by. You worked in a textile factory for as long as you could remember. You lived in a cheap, one bedroom apartment, before that you simply slept in alleyways with other orphans, huddling by fires. You were uneducated, poor, and always hungry. A man kidnapped you on your way home from work one late evening, and the next thing you knew you were in a cabin in the desert, surrounded by men with guns and a nasty look on their face. Arthur was your savior, Dutch was your teacher, John was your brother, Abigail was your sister, Hosea was your father and the Van der Linde gang was your family.

But that was a long time now. Your wedding was merely hours away.

Arthur was nervous about the whole thing, he didn’t want to make a big deal out of the wedding but Dutch decided otherwise. Dutch thought a wedding was exactly what the entire gang needed, to boost everyone’s morals he had told you. You were beyond nervous for your big day, but with Arthur by your side, the impossible became possible.

Miss Grimshaw was the head of it all, the mastermind of the party. She set everything on a strict schedule, where everyone needed to be and when. She was a godsend during this time, otherwise the wedding would no doubt end up in a shed with you wearing a white sheet as a wedding dress.

Mary Beth was absolutely bouncing off the walls at the idea of a wedding, she thought it was incredibly romantic — two outlaws falling in love. It was something out of those novels she adores.

Saint Denis was hot, humid, and made you feel sticky with sweat. It didn’t help you would be wearing a heavy dress later that day either, but you didn’t mind. Nothing could or would bring you down today.

The first stop to your magical day was the salon. You got your hair trimmed and styled, as well as some makeup, keeping it simple. A few of the other women got their hair done as well. They all looked beautiful. The women could not hide their excitement for you, even a few patrons of the salon came up and congratulated you. Their talk seemingly echoed off the walls.

Abigail put the hair clip in your styled hair, it was a beautiful piece, elegant and dazzling. It was gold with a large pearl at the top and smaller jewels surrounding it. It matched your locket perfectly. Arthur had bought the hair clip for you a few days before.

When you were ready to leave the salon, it was time for the dress store, where you had left the dress. You didn’t want Arthur to see it, and it would no doubt get soiled at Shady Belle. Some of the other women had bought new dresses for the special occasion as well.

You picked it up from the counter, and walked over to the dressing room. All the women sat down on the benches outside of the dressing room, waiting for the big reveal. A few of them had already seen it, as they had gone with you when you picked it out, but none of them had seen you in your full wedding attire.

When you slipped it on over your undergarments you felt like you were floating on a cloud. You were absolutely beautiful. You felt like you could conquer the world in the dress. It was incredibly pretty, it had a loose layered bodice, with lace woven in, long ruffled sleeves and an a-line skirt. You felt your heart strings pull at the mere sight of it, you wondered what Arthur would think of it.

You slowly pushed the door open, hearing your loud heartbeat in your ears. You heard a wave of audible gasps, and then a few squeals, you eyed your white heels nervously, hesitantly looking up at all their faces.

They were all smiling, a few covering their mouths in joy.

“You look so pretty!” Tilly shouted, the rest of the women agreed. You smiled shyly, doing a small twirl.

“I really like the dress,” You said, feeling the cloth sway with you.

“I’d be surprised if Arthur didn’t drop dead the moment he sees you,” Mary Beth said playfully.

“Do you really think so?” You questioned.

“Of course. The man will have a heart attack right there, on the altar,” Molly responded.

You giggled, “I don’t want that to happen!”

“You look so beautiful,” Mary Beth repeated. You nodded her head at her, a smile on your lips.

“I’m so nervous though,” You confessed, sitting down next to Miss Grimshaw. You gripped the edge of the wooden bench, hoping to calm your nerves.

“It’s normal to be nervous, if you aren’t, there’s something wrong.” Sadie was the only married one in the gang, you trusted her advice.

“What if something goes wrong?”

“Nothing will be going wrong today, everyone is going to make sure nothing bad happens,” Abigail reassured you.

“Are you sure? I mean what if Arthur suddenly gets cold feet? What if O’Driscolls raid our camp?”

“If the O’Driscolls try to mess up your day, they’ll have to get through me,” Sadie said rather determinedly, a strange glint in her eye. You would not want to be an O’Driscoll when Sadie Adler was around, or an O’Driscoll in general for that matter.

“Arthur would never turn his back on you. We all see the way he looks at you,” Mary Beth said, a noise of agreement was heard. Mary Beth was right, Arthur would never turn his back on you, you were sure of it.

“Arthur and you do make a handsome couple. I can tell you’re really in love,” Molly responded.

“Thank you, Molly.” You smiled at her.

“We best be getting going, we wouldn’t want her to miss her big day,” Karen reminded everyone. It was getting late after all, there were still some things to do before the ceremony, such as making sure all the men were getting ready instead of getting drunk off their asses. Luckily, most of the preparations were done the night before, but there were still some finishing touches required.

Everyone fretted for you and Arthur to simply sit back and let everyone get your wedding prepared for you. You were wary of coming off as lazy at first, but the gang assured you it was your turn to sit back and relax, after all weddings were supposed to be happy and stress free. So you let everyone pitch in, even Uncle helped.

“Let’s head back then. The bouquet still needs the ribbons in it, we need to make sure dinner is being prepared-” Miss Grimshaw already began barking orders, Karen and Tilly both groaned. Everyone began to get up, gathering all their belongings.

“And you, Miss Morgan, we need you to head inside immediately once we arrive, we can’t have your dress get dirty,” Miss Grimshaw told you as you walked through the streets to get to the wagons.

“And don’t let Arthur see you, it’s bad luck, you know,” Sadie's voice rang out from behind you.

“I know!”

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When the rowdy wagons finally came to a stop in front of Shady Belle, you were immediately taken up to Abigail’s room. She shielded you from the eyes of the men, rushing you up the staircase. Abigail and Sadie were not taking the superstitions lightly it seemed. She kicked John out of the room, but Jack was allowed to stay.

You walked over to the window, Abigail sat down on the rickety bed. You slowly pushed the curtains out of the way, looking down to the ground below. Dutch was giving a speech it seemed, Arthur next to him. Your breath was almost stolen from you the moment you laid eyes on him, he was so incredibly handsome. He wasn’t dressed yet, you were glad you hadn’t spotted him in his suit. He was standing proud next to Dutch, Hosea on the other side of him. You watched them for awhile, before letting the curtains fall back into place.

“Are you ever going to have a wedding with John?” You turned to Abigail as she brushed her hair on the bed.

Abigail gave you a look,“Knowing John, probably not.”

You chuckled lightly, “Well, if you ever do, I want to be there.”

“You’ll be the first invited,” She responded. You took the brush from her hands and slowly began getting rid of all the knots in her hair. You shifted behind her, making sure to not crease your dress.

“I still can’t believe you two are getting married. I remember when I caught you two kissing behind that wagon,” She laughed, remembering the awkward moment.

“He was drunk off his ass and I was too. It wasn’t much of a kiss, more like we were eating eachothers face.”

“Yeah but, it was still a kiss, right?”

“I guess it was our first kiss. But our first sweet kiss was the day after when he officially asked me out,” You sighed sweetly.

“John was horrified. I still remember the look on his face when you both arrived back in camp holding hands,” Abigail laughed.

“Hosea always knew. Dutch knew too. We were ogling each other for so long, it was kinda hard not to know.”

“You told me first though, remember?” Abigail said.

“Yeah, I do. And then the next day you went into town and bought a locket for me so I could put Arthur’s photo in it.”

You continued brushing Abigail’s locks. Abigail was the closest thing to a sister you had ever gotten. You stood up for her when the rest of the men saw her as a whore, you showed them she was more than that. You stayed by her side when John left her with a newborn. You had even helped give birth to Jack.

Arthur was closer to John for obvious reasons, but you were still John’s sister too. You were both furious at John when he left. John had betrayed you and Abigail, things were still rocky. Arthur understood what it was like to have a child, it wasn’t easy, but at least he had stayed for Eliza, you had met her twice, she was kind and respectful. Isaac was a smart boy, and looked a lot like Arthur. Arthur was distant for a while after he found out they both died.

“It took you awhile to find the right photo to put in it.”

“It did. I had to get him to take the photo in the first place. I remember I told him it was for a job!” You laughed.

“I’m sure he already suspected it.”

“Probably. I never was a good liar around Arthur,” You said.

“I’m so glad he ended up with you.. Mary and him were a troubled pair.”

“Trust me, I know.” Mary hated you and you hated her. It was the final straw when Mary began talking about you, trying to pull Arthur away from you, putting ideas into his head, and Arthur stopped putting up with it. At the time, you were no rival to Mary, you were more like his annoying little sister. His volatile little sister. You were a lot wilder in those days, no wonder Mary saw you as a threat.

“But honestly, you two are a wonderful couple. Arthur is lucky to have you,” Abigail said sincerely.

“Thank you,” You responded. You were finally done brushing her hair, you set the hairbrush down and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I’m so nervous about this wedding,” You confessed to her, setting your hands in your lap.

“You have nothing to worry about,” Abigail looked at you. You looked up at her. Her eyes shimmered with pride.

“I don’t even know why I’m worried, I just am.”

“Well I’ll be with you the entire time, you’re my sister, (Y/N). And sisters stick together.”

“Thank you, Abi.” You leaned forward and gave her a hug, your eyes welling with tears of happiness.

When she let go, she sat up from the bed, walking over to the window. She looked down at the scene below with watchful eyes.

“John looks like he just woke up. That damned fool,” Abigail muttered, she turned to Jack, who had been playing with a few pieces of yarn and wood. You nearly laughed at the pitiful sight, you would have to buy him some real toys when you went back into the city. Arthur and you had briefly discussed having children, you had practically raised Jack, with Abigail. Arthur decided once things settled down and Dutch’s plan to go to Tahiti or wherever he decided at the time finally worked, then would be the time. You prayed it would be soon, Arthur would make a wonderful father. You wanted to get away from this life so desperately, you were tired of running, you were tired of killing. All you wanted was a family with Arthur.

You had lived the life of running, fighting to stay alive, killing without second thought. All you wanted was peace.

Abigail picked up Jack, letting out a quiet groan. Jack was getting big, you remember when you first held him, those big eyes looking up at you.

“Jack, do you want to go get what you made your Aunt?” Abigail asked Jack. Jack looked at you with big doe eyes, smiling widely.

“Yes, Mama,” He said, Abigail set him down, he walked towards the drawer by the window and reached open to pull it open. He barely even reached it. His small arms grabbed a small object from inside the drawer. Abigail put her hands on her hips, smiling at her boy.

“He made it himself,” Abigail said as Jack set a flower crown in your hands. It was pretty with wildflowers he had picked. He watched you examine it, smiling brightly.

“I think Uncle Arthur will like it,” He told you.

“Oh, Jack! Thank you so much. This is beautiful.” You gave him a grin, putting the flower crown on. It really was a thoughtful gift.

“He picked a flower for Arthur too, so you would be matching,” Abigail revealed.

“Arthur likes flowers, did you know that, Jack? He’d never let any of us know, though,” You laughed, grabbing a bobby pin from a small box next to the brush, you secured the crown to your hair. Arthur was always drawing flowers in that journal, and in his old one he had kept pressed flowers. Arthur was a secret softy, there was no hiding that. Perhaps it’s why you fell for him, his secret side was so tender and loving, and when he realized he loved you too, that’s all you ever saw of him. He was nothing but kind - even when he called himself a bad man, you saw straight through that. Arthur was a kind man, kinder than any man you had ever met.

“I know,” Jack said simply, setting down next to you. He kicked his legs out in a back and forth motion.

“How do you know?” You asked him, pretending to be shocked.

“Uncle Arthur told me he likes flowers.”

Abigail held back a laugh, looking at you. You glanced at her, giving her a look.

“Uncle Arthur told you he liked flowers?” You repeated.

“He told me when we were by the water. I found a flower and gave it to him,” Jack responded.

“I see. What flower did you give him?”

“It was a purple flower. Uncle Arthur drew it in his journal.” Jack got up from the bed and went back to his yarn and wood, plopping down on the hardwood floors.

You chatted aimlessly with Abigail for a few moments as she continued getting ready. You were beyond scared to walk down that aisle and face Arthur. The longer you waited, the worse your nerves got.

People came up and down the steps, but suddenly you realized that it was John and Arthur coming upstairs. You held your breath. Even Abigail stopped to listen. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you heard them speak and walk further and further up the steps.

“John?” Abigail called out.

“What?” He responded, John was close to the door.

“Arthur’s not allowed in,” Abigail replied, she picked up her makeup brush and began applying blush to her face.

“I know. He’s not, he’s going to his room.” You could hear Arthur’s footsteps in the other room.

“Can I come in?” John asked after a moment of silence.

“Sure,” You said. The door opened and there was John. He still wasn’t dressed.

“You look good. I’m sure Arthur will be happy to see you.” John closed the door behind him, walking over to the dresser.

“Think so?” You asked playfully.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t he be?” He chuckled, John pulled out a pair of black slacks and a white shirt. It looked clean enough.

“She’s nervous,” Abigail told John. John looked at you over his shoulder.

“That so? Arthur is too.”

“Did he say anything about me?” You blurted out, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. John walked behind the folding screen in the corner of the room.

“He’s real excited to see you,” John said from behind the screen.

“I’m sure everyone out there is,” Abigail chimed in.

“Arthur wanted me to give you something,” John said as he walked out from behind the screen in his wedding outfit. He walked towards you, outstretching his palm.

It was a chocolate bar. You smiled at it, taking it from John.

“What's up with you two and chocolate?” John asked you as he walked over to the cabinet, he leaned against it, watching Jack play with his yarn.

“It’s a long story, but he’s only supposed to give it to me when I’m injured though.”

“Maybe he just wanted to let you know he’s thinking of you,” Abigail spoke, she glared at John, you wondered what that meant.

“I don’t have anything to give him,” You sighed, staring at the chocolate bar. Arthur was always thinking ahead.

“I’m sure he knows you’re thinking of him,” Abigail replied.

“Hopefully.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to eat it, your nerves were too high. All food sounded incredibly unappetizing. You set the chocolate bar on the bedside table. Jack eyed it, his eyes nearly glowing.

“You want the candy bar?” You asked Jack.

He nodded vigorously. Abigail rolled her eyes humorously.

“You can have it,” You told him. It was a gift from Arthur but Jack would have appreciated it even more than you could, and besides, the kid loves candy.

“Thank you, Auntie (Y/N),” He said, grabbing the chocolate bar with eager hands.

“I best be getting down there now, Dutch wants to talk to Arthur and me, good luck out there by the way,” John said, buttoning the top of his collar. He opened the door and left.

Jack continued eating his chocolate, you smiled at the boy. You wanted your own son or daughter so dearly, one with Arthur’s eyes and your hair. That’s all you wanted. You wanted out. As much as you loved your family - you wanted out. You had lived that way for so long, it was all you had ever known. But now you had a chance at freedom - to create your own family with Arthur.

But Arthur would never leave Dutch. And you knew that.

Deep down you knew.

You were tired of the running — tired of the plans, tired of it all. All you wanted was Arthur, him and nothing else. No gang — no killing. Just Arthur.

You didn’t want to raise a child in the gang, that was a foolish dream. You knew how easily the child could go without a parent, you had seen it happen with Abigail and Jack, although John eventually returned.

You were coming to terms with that though. In the world of an outlaw it was to live forever as an outlaw or die trying.

•••

An hour passed - it was already almost time. A majority of the gang members had already left camp. Your nerves were skyrocketing and when Molly knocked on the door to tell you it was time you almost passed out. Abigail gently ushered you to the door. Your hands were shaking as you slowly opened it up, seeing Molly in her special dress.

The plan was to head to a small church where they held outdoor weddings behind the building, the venue backed up to a river so you would be standing by it saying your vows. It was not very far from Shady Belle. Churches were never quite Arthur’s style, so you opted for an outdoor wedding..

You walked down the staircase slowly to the carriage outside, your hands were shaking wildly. Abigail held you tightly, Jack at her hip. The carriage was waiting outside for you. The camp was deserted behind you, it was strange to see. It was almost eerie, the lack of life, but you knew later tonight it would be bustling with it.

Abigail helped you up into the carriage. Once everyone was in the driver set off. Your heart pounded in your ears, your stomach churning.

“I’m so nervous.” You clasped your gloved hands tightly in your lap, as if it would somehow stop the shaking. Every turn, every jolt, it did not help with your nerves at all.

“I know, dear,” Molly said, putting her hands over yours. Abigail watched you sympathetically, she knew this wasn’t easy.

The carriage moved closer and closer to the venue. Arthur was surely feeling the same way, hopefully not to the same extent.

You were silent for most of the ride, Abigail and Molly talked fruitlessly, but you could not focus on their words. It felt like there were a thousand thoughts in your mind but not a single one was coming to your mind clearly, they were all shrouded in nervousness.

When the carriage suddenly came to a stop your heart jumped. You looked out the window and held your breath. This was it.

You were getting married. Today. Right now.

It was suddenly almost hard to wrap your mind around it. Abigail had to lightly nudge you out of the carriage, otherwise you would have been frozen in that seat.

You stepped out of the carriage, the sun was bright and slowly setting in the sky. By the time you would all get back tonight - it would surely be night.

Charles and John were waiting outside of the church for you. Every step closer to the church felt heavier and heavier, it was beginning to be hard to stand up straight.

“You look nice,” Charles said, holding the door open for you. Sunlight seeped in from the windows of the church, it was dusty inside. Sadie, Miss Grimshaw and Mary Beth sat on one of the pews, waiting for you.

“Thank you, Charles.”

Mary Beth gave you a small wave as you walked closer to them. Molly, Abigail, Jack and John behind you. It was hot and dry inside the church, it did not help that you were wearing a heavy dress either.

You opened your mouth to say something to Sadie, but Miss Grimshaw quickly cut you off. Molly walked out the back door to the ceremony.

“Arthur’s in the room behind the altar, with Dutch and Hosea. The Processional is starting in five minutes,” Miss Grimshaw reminded everyone. You nodded slowly. Five minutes felt like nothing. Abigail clipped the veil into your hair as Miss Grimshaw spoke. The veil was long and trailed to the floor, with lots of lace that was intricately woven.

“The order goes Dutch, Miss Grimshaw, Arthur, Charles, John, me, Mary Beth, Abigail, Jack and then our bride with Hosea,” Sadie read off from a piece of paper she had been holding.

“Then I’ll get out there with them, and you, Abigail, make sure the boy doesn’t drop the rings,” Miss Grimshaw finished, she turned swiftly towards the room behind the altar. Charles and John followed suit.

You sat down on one of the pews, your heeled foot tapping tirelessly against the floors. You tried to think of something calming, but nothing came to mind. It all was scrambled, your brain desperately grasping at a comprehensible thought.

“You’ll be fine,” Sadie told you as she leaned against the pew.

“You will be,” Mary Beth agreed.

“I’m afraid I’ll mess up.”

“You won’t mess up, you’ll be fine,” Abigail beamed. The seconds ticked on, the women sticking to their own conversations after noticing the worry in your eyes.

The music began and you immediately perked up, five minutes seemingly goes fast when your mind is a jumbled mess.

Sadie, Mary Beth and Abigail got up. Jack held onto his mother’s dress tightly. Abigail turned to smile at you sweetly as they walked closer and closer to the back. You gave her a small wave of goodbye. She mouthed “you’ll do great.” as she vanished behind the door.

The church was now completely deserted, it was now you and your thoughts. About a minute passed before Abigail knocked on the door. You hesitantly walked over to the looming door. Your heart beating wildly, like it would jump out of your chest.

You opened it and took a small breath, trying to calm your screaming nerves. In a few moments, you would see Arthur, and he would see you. And you would be his, and he would be yours. Years of yearning, wishing the other would be at their side, who knew it would come to this? He would be yours and you would be his. It was as simple as that.

Hosea was waiting on the other side for you, looking handsome as ever in his suit. He was the closest thing to a father you had ever gotten, it was only fitting he would walk you down the aisle. He smiled at the sight of you, unable to hide his pride.

The small compartment behind the church was small too. The door was open leading to the altar where Arthur was waiting for you, but a path obscured by trees hid it from you.

“You look beautiful,” He whispered, resting a hand on your shoulder. You stared at the door, waiting for your turn. You smiled politely, although you were not facing him.

The summer buzz of cicadas was heard even as the Procession played, a melodic tune. You waited for the music to change into your entrance.

“You’ll do fine out there, Arthur loves you,” Hosea’s words were quiet, but you could hear them loud as day. It was entirely true of course. Hosea was always right.

The music slowly shifted into a much slower song, and you knew. This was it. Hosea slid his arm through yours, your right arm holding the bouquet. You both slowly stepped out into the bright day. You felt like you were floating on a cloud — like nothing could ever bring you down. The dirt crunched underneath your feet as the aisle slowly came into view. Hosea’s arm was steady and soothing, his steps slow and methodical.

Worries drifted away as you slowly came into view, the wedding party rising at your arrival. The music continued to play a slow, beautiful tune, the cicadas humming happily and the rush of the river drumming thunderously.

And then there was Arthur, smiling at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life. You were closer now to him, every step bringing you nearer and nearer to his heart.

Arthur was handsome. He was gorgeous. And he was yours — all yours. He was sporting a dashing black suit, perfectly tailored. The flower in his chest pocket was the same as the ones in your hair.

It was like there was a beam of light radiating from him, Arthur had always been your beacon even in the darkest of times. He was love itself.

You felt the eyes of your friends and family on you, but you could only focus on Arthur.

When you finally reached the altar, your hearts felt like they were being synced, beating as one rather than two. The officiant stood behind Arthur, underneath two trees with a small arch decorated with flowers, Sadie and Mary Beth waiting for you on the left, John and Charles next to Arthur.

Hosea let go off your arm, smiling the entire time. He took his place next to Dutch in the front row, you handed Abigail your bouquet and stood next to Arthur underneath the arch, he took your hands in his. His hands were rough and strong, but they felt like home.

You looked into those eyes of endless waves, you only felt love and happiness from him. He looked like a prince, like there was supposed to be a crown sitting on top of his head, rather than the flower one you wore.

The officiant began with a welcome as the guests sat down.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Arthur and (Y/N) in matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore is not by any to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." The officiant said. This was really it, you kept reminding yourself. You both looked towards the crowd, for a fleeting moment you wondered if anyone would speak up. Arthur wondered the same, perhaps Micah would think he was funny and say something completely out of line, but he didn’t.

Arthur thought you were a goddess in your beautiful white gown. It looked exactly like something you would wear, the dress accented your body wonderfully, he couldn’t help but admire it.

The officiant spoke some more, weddings, love, union, the beginning of your new life - but you could barely focus on it. Your only focus was Arthur. Your fiancé, your best friend, your husband in a matter of moments.

“And now the bride and the groom are to exchange vows,” The officiant proclaimed. He gave you your paper with the vows.

Tears slowly started forming in your eyes as you shakily held the paper, smiling through it all.

“I remember when you found me alone in that cabin, that day you saved me in more ways than one. You taught me to love, to laugh, to trust. You have been my best friend, my companion, my lover and now you will be my husband. You have stayed by me when I was sick, injured, drunk, crying, you were there for it all. And I shall be there for you, I will choose you every time. I devote myself to you, Arthur Morgan, in sickness and in health. For I am yours, and you are mine.” You squeezed Arthur’s hand tightly, feeling the words come out naturally, like you had been waiting to say them your entire life. His smile widened throughout your entire vow.

The officiant held the paper out to Arthur, he let go of your hand to take it. You remembered him saying writing vows was hard, saying that his words sounded like nonsense. But they weren’t nonsense, Arthur was a gifted writer, whether he knew it or not. The thoughts in his journal (which you rarely ever saw) were something precious.

“My dear (Y/N), the first day I met you I knew I would like you. And I was right, and here we are now years later. It’s been a wild last few years, reckless too, but this is our first step into our new life, and we best not waste it. You are my love, you are my light, and I love you more than anything in this world. Nothing can or will separate us from now till the end of time,” He finished, his eyes brimming with love. Nothing could have prepared you for this moment, looking into his eyes and only feeling happiness. Like it was only you and him in this entire universe.

“Arthur, do you take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and health, till death do you part?” The officiant asked. Arthur looked towards the man and nodded.

“I do.”

“And do you, Y/N, take Arthur Morgan to be your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and health, till death do you part?”

“I do,” You said to Arthur. You smiled uncontrollably, and tried to stop the tears that were threatening to spill out the corner of your eyes.

The officiant leaned down to take the rings from Jack.

“Arthur, take this ring and place it on her finger.” Arthur took the ring from the man, and you presented your left hand to him. He slipped it on effortlessly.

“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness to you.”

“Y/N, take this ring and place it on his finger.” You grabbed the ring, feeling the weight of it in your hand, you slipped it on his strong hand.

“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness to you,” You rang out loud and clear. Speaking only to him. Words that would forever bind you to him.

“And remember, love is an unbreakable bond, it is gratitude, it is faithfulness, it is kindness, it is forgiveness, it is everything good in this world. Lovers will always find a way back to each other,” The officiant said with parting words.

“With the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.”

You both leaned in, he grabbed your waist, you took his face in your hand. And you kissed him, and you kissed him. His mouth against yours, it was a rushing moment, like you were soaring above the clouds. And you felt the love between, the hearts beating as one. Arthur was secure, he was your lifeline, he was your home. Arthur was yours.

Cheers were heard as you both retreated. You took his hand in his as you made your way back down the aisle. The crowd stood up for you, clapping the whole way. You would have to get used to the new weight on your finger, it was different than the engagement ring.

Once you were back on the path, you finally spoke, unable to hide your excitement.

“Gosh, I was so nervous all day, but when I got up there it wasn’t bad at all!” You exclaimed, walking closer to the church. The forest singing a merry tune for you

“I know, John had mentioned earlier that you was nervous,” Arthur replied. Your heart was beating quickly, but this time not with nerves, with excitement, with joy.

“And thank you, for the chocolate by the way. I ended up giving it to Jack, since he was ogling it the entire time,” You laughed, speaking quickly. Arthur held the door open for you as you entered the church.

“I was wondering if you would eat it or not.”

“Jack liked it. He also said he picked you that flower,” You told Arthur as you walked towards the front of the church, out towards the carriage

“The flower crown looks nice in your hair, I think he made a good choice.” You opened the door to the carriage outside. The rest of the gang would come back to camp after you left. Arthur helped you into the carriage while the driver congratulated you two.

At 19 you expected to live the rest of your life with a gang of merciless strangers who beat and did horrible things to you, but now here you are, 10 years later - married to the man who had saved you. And he had saved you every day since then, reminding that you were worth the love he could give.

And he was yours, and you were his.

•••

The party still roared to life outside. There was a feast fit for a group of outlaws, cake, never ending drinks, a vibrant bonfire, poker, stories, toasts, talks. It was everything you hoped your wedding would be. Hosea and Dutch were like proud fathers the entire night. You even saw what looked like Miss Grimshaw wiping away some tears when Hosea gave his speech.

It was interesting to say the least — when the songs started, you knew a majority of the camp had gotten drunk. Barely anyone had retired for the night — besides Strauss, and Reverend who had already blacked out. They sang songs for you and Arthur, they sang songs about love, about sex (which made you blush and hide your face, while Arthur had a dumb smirk on his face). You had switched out of your dress after the ceremony and opted for a looser small white dress.

When the crowd began saying the ‘Ring Dang Doo’ you groaned, knowing everyone would be looking at you. Arthur laughed as he sang along, watching you the entire time. The hoops and hollers were joyous as you hid your face in Arthur’s shoulder.

When the song was finally over you let out a sigh of relief, but you remained nuzzled into your husband's side. He was warm from drinking, and he had a happy glow to him. There was not another place you would rather be than to be next to him.

Hours passed smoothly, the songs became less rowdy as the party goers quickly dropped, hopefully not too hard. It was hard to believe your wedding day was over. You remained by Arthur’s side for a majority of the night. By the time Javier and John had packed up for the night — as well as an insufferably drunk Sean who’d fallen on his face getting up, it left only you and Arthur.

The fire crackled and sputtered as the remaining embers shuddered, praying to stay lit. The night was slowly coming to end, the final waves of darkness would be over soon, and light would wash over the terrain.

You were tired, you’d been awake for nearly a full day now. Your head rested on Arthur’s shoulder as he stared meaningfully into the fire, both of your eyelids heavy. You slowly blinked, trying to stay awake, to not fall asleep in the middle of camp.

“You know we could get away from this all, Arthur,” You mentioned to him, trying to suppress a yawn that was threatening to be released from your mouth.

Arthur replied with a questioning hum.

You looked up at him, “We could get away from this life, you know, start our own family.”

“You know I want that, sweetheart. Life’s just a mess right now, not sure it’s the right time,” He sighed. You turned back to look at the dwindling fire.

“I know, Arthur, I do. I just — I want a child of our own, a house, a family.”

“We’ll have that one day.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

•••

#tbor #the ballads of rebirth #rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader

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Ultimatum (Part 3)

Park Jinyoung is a master negotiator. He’s used to preying on people’s weaknesses and manipulating them to get his way. So he can’t understand you; a lawyer who sees the world in black and white, as either good or bad. Conflict is inevitable.

But if the two of you can just set aside your differences, perhaps you can perform miracles together.

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: Angst, office!au, enemies to lovers!au. Some language.

Part 1: In Which You Win

Part 2: In Which He Wins

Part 3: In Which the Common Enemy Appears

Part 4: In Which You Work Together

Part 5: In Which Nobody Wins (coming soon)

Part 6: In Which Everybody Wins (coming soon)

"Sorry I'm late," you apologized, hurrying towards the desk where your co-workers were sitting. They both looked grim. "I got a call from my mother’s care home so I had to drop by to visit before work. Have you been waiting long?"

Yugyeom bit his lip. "It's… it's not that."

"Huh?"

"There’s an email from HR. I think you got it too. You should take a look, it's not good news."

Suddenly recognizing how ominous the atmosphere was, you started up your laptop. There was an email from HR with the subject heading Transfers to New Busan Office. Heartbeat thudding, you clicked on the email. It was a polite, friendly note to inform everyone that the entire Legal, Sales and Marketing departments would be shifting to the new Busan office, and that individual transfer orders would be sent across soon.

"What the fuck?" you demanded.

"It's not true, is it? Are they really going to make us move to Busan?" Youngjae asked. He tapped his fingers on the table nervously. "My wife is giving birth in 2 months, I don't want to move a heavily pregnant woman across the country. We were counting on my mother-in-law's help with the baby. But there's no way she'll move to Busan."

Yugyeom nodded miserably. "I don't want to go there either. I just bought a flat here last month. I took out a mortgage!"

You shook your head in disbelief. "This can't be right. I thought they were hiring new folk for the Busan office. I saw the recruitment files myself! Why do they want to send half the existing departments there? I'm going to have a word with HR-"

"There's no use," Yugyeom cut you off. "I already asked some people from HR. They said there's nothing they can do, because the orders came directly from the CEO."

You frowned. "That bastard."

"Will you talk to him?"

"Of course I'll talk to him," you replied. You slammed your laptop shut and stood up. "I'll go talk to him right now."

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"Sorry, the CEO is speaking to someone right now," the secretary told you patiently.

"Yes, but it's urgent-"

"Ma'am, it doesn't matter how urgent it is, I can't let you barge into his office while he's already talking to someone! Please understand the situation and be patient. I'm sure Mr. Park will be out in a few minutes."

You groaned audibly. "He's talking to Jinyoung?"

"Yes."

Fantastic. That slimy little creature was probably making everything worse. You suddenly remembered that the email had also mentioned the Sales department shifting to Busan. It struck you that Jinyoung was in there right now, sucking up to the CEO and being the selfish, arrogant bastard he had always been.

Park Jinyoung never did anything for anyone else's benefit.

He could screw up the company's deals all he wanted, but there was no way you were going to let him screw up your life.

"Good morning," you greeted the CEO politely as you barged into his office. The secretary yelled after you, scandalized, but you ignored her. "I'm here to talk about the email I received about some departments shifting to Busan?"

Jinyoung was seated in front of the CEO's desk. His dark eyes twinkled as he turned in his chair to face you.

"We were just discussing that," he remarked.

"Excellent, then you won't mind if I join," you cut in. You sat down beside Jinyoung and turned to face the CEO. The young negotiator’s gaze was fixed on you but you refused to look at him. Jinyoung’s despicable face would only make you lose your temper.

"This is a little surprising," the CEO commented with a raised eyebrow. "But I assume you have something to say?"

"I do, actually," you replied. There was no smile on your face. "I thought I should save you some time. Our employment contracts don't contain mobility clauses. We never consented to the possibility of being asked to shift to a different city for work. I could explain the law to you in depth, but in short the conclusion remains the same. The company cannot legally force any of us to go to Busan."

The CEO blinked. "You're right. I can't force any of you to move."

"So then you agree that-"

"You always have the option of leaving the company.”

You flinched. You hadn’t imagined that the CEO would say something like that to your face but he was looking you right in the eyes and telling you that he would fire you for refusing to move. You didn’t know how to respond.

“But-you can’t fire us without justified reason-”

“I’m not firing you. I’m offering you a job in Busan. If you don’t want to take it then you can always go seek employment elsewhere,” he replied calmly.

“That amounts to constructive dismissal, it’s illegal!” you replied hotly. You had hoped to keep your temper under control but the CEO was being absurd. How could he flip a switch overnight and decide that everybody had to either go to Busan or quit? “You realize that I could easily challenge a dismissal like that in a court of law?”

The CEO raised an eyebrow. “Again, it’s not a dismissal. I’m offering you employment in Busan.”

“How exactly do you plan to handle the fallout of entire departments quitting-”

“I don’t think that’s your concern. If you don’t want to go to Busan, then you’re free to hand in your resignation. We can even negotiate a severance package,” the CEO replied shortly. He placed his hands on his desk and stood up. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a Board meeting to attend. If you want to discuss this further you’ll have to make an appointment with my secretary.”

You watched in silent shock when the CEO stood up and walked out of his office. Your heart sank. This was more serious than you had thought. The CEO wasn’t the sort of person to make empty threats. What were you going to do?

Park Jinyoung cleared his throat.

“Well, good job fucking that up,” he commented.

Your head whipped around to face him. “Excuse me?”

“Do you always barge headfirst into situations without even thinking about it? What made you think it was a good idea to talk to the CEO like that?” Jinyoung demanded. You could hear the irritation in his tone. “You ruined the entire mood by making him hostile. You should have left it to me. I was handling it.”

“Handling it? You?” you demanded.

“Yes. At least I’m not idiot enough to barge in and pick a fight with the man who employs me,” Jinyoung retorted. He folded his arms across his chest while his dark eyes scanned you with displeasure. “Have you ever heard of power dynamics? Don't bite the hand that feeds you. Even a dog knows that.”

“I’m not a dog,” you snapped.

“That’s not what-”

“What the CEO is doing isn’t legal. If you’re saying I should smile and fawn and flatter a man that is trying to fuck with my employment contract illegally, then I’m sorry. I’m not in the habit of having negotiations with people who can’t respect the law. That’s not power dynamics. That’s sycophancy.”

Jinyoung sighed. “God, you’re impossible. Don’t you have any understanding of how the world works? How can you see everything in black and white?”

“Go to hell, Park.”

“Nope. You don’t get to be mad at me. I was trying to convince the CEO not to issue transfer orders but you barged in and fucked it up by making him mad. That’s on you. So don’t pull the moral superiority card on me today. That won’t work. I was doing my part.”

You blinked at him. “I don’t trust you.”

Jinyoung sighed. “Understandable. But-”

“I think you’re a selfish piece of shit that has no concern for anyone around him. You can suck the CEOs dick all you want, Jinyoung. Don’t expect me to believe you’re doing it for us,” you snapped.

Jinyoung stared at you in surprise. He hadn’t expected to hear you using such crude language, but your flushed face and trembling hands made it clear that you weren’t thinking straight. You were distressed and somehow, Jinyoung didn’t want to aggravate you further. He took a deep breath and shoved his hands deep into his pockets.

“Fine,” he surrendered calmly. “You use your methods and I’ll use mine.”

“Fine.”

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“The CEO really said that? He said we could either go to Busan or quit?”

You nodded. You were too angry to speak. The more you thought about the encounter, the more furious it made you. You had been working at this company for 3 years. You had given so much of your time, effort and dedication to doing your job perfectly and this was the gratitude you received? Being asked to either shift halfway across the country or quit?

“Yeah. He said it.”

“What are we going to do?” Yugyeom cried.

“We’re going to show him he can’t violate our employment contracts like this. I won’t stand for it. I refuse to go to Busan and that’s a hill I’m willing to die on,” you ranted as you rummaged through your textbooks. You had some research to do. You were flipping through volumes on labobur laws frantically when Yugyeom spoke.

“Is it… is it because of your mom?” he asked quietly.

You hesitated. You didn’t speak about your personal life much at work, but perhaps Yugyeom had picked up a few things from random tidbits you dropped.

“Uh, yeah. She’s at a medical facility for the elderly right now. I can’t leave her here and move to a different city. I also don’t think her health could withstand the move. If it comes down to it, then I’ll have to quit and look for a new job. Busan isn’t an option for me,” you mumbled.

Yugyeom bit his lip. “But it won’t come down to it, right?”

“It will unless you pick up that book and get reading. Find me everything you can on constructive dismissal,” you ordered him sharply. “Where’s Youngjae?”

“He went to talk to Sales and Marketing to find out what’s going on.”

“Well, call him and tell him to hurry back. We have jobs to save.”

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“It seems like a mixed bag at this point,” Jackson observed as he sipped his coffee. The cafeteria was quiet, and the atmosphere of the office had been grim all day. Nobody wanted to talk. “I think half of Sales will quit to look for other jobs in the city. The rest will just suck it up and move to Busan. It’s going to be a messy situation either way.”

“But nobody wants to go,” Youngjae pointed out.

“Of course nobody wants to go.” Jackson pressed his fingers to his temples. “Hopefully Jinyoung will find some solution. He usually works something out.”

“Is he considering quitting too?”

“Jinyoung? No way. He’s upset because a lot of his clients are here, and he would have to start from scratch to build contacts in Busan,” Jackson explained. “But he just received a promotion. He’s due to get an enormous bonus from the company at the end of the year because of the deal he secured. The guy has made amazing progress in this company. Jinyoung would be an idiot to quit. He needs this company as much as it needs him.”

“Then why are you trusting him to fight for you?”

“I know he doesn’t give Legal an easy time, but Jinyoung is an awesome guy to have on your side. He knows how to manipulate people and he knows the CEO well,” Jackson explained. “He’ll find a solution. I just hope he does it in time. Otherwise, the transfer orders will be sent out and people will scramble. This affects all of us so we need to stick together.”

“That’s what bothers me,” Youngjae admitted.

“What?”

“How fragmented we are. The CEO knows that half of us will stay and half will leave. We don’t have any coordination amongst ourselves. He’s probably counting on us being a mess,” Youngjae pointed out. “We would have a better chance if we presented a united front.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Think about it. The Sales department has the most skilled negotiator this company has ever seen. Legal has a brilliant lawyer that has saved this company from going through huge lawsuits multiple times because she never gives up. Don’t you think these two people should pool their skills and work together?”

“You want them to join forces?” Jackson wondered.

“Both departments want the same thing. We might be able to come up with a better solution if they at least talked about what to do,” Youngjae insisted.

“That would work fine if they didn’t hate each other.”

“Don’t you think they’re reasonable adults who can put aside their personal differences for the benefit of themselves and their co-workers?”

Jackson laughed.

“No. But maybe we can talk them into it.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not a bad negotiator myself, you know.”

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"Youngjae wants us to come to Conference Room 9," Yugyeom told you. Your head was buried in a book on labour law judgements and you barely heard his voice.

"Hmmm. 5 minutes."

"He says it's urgent."

"Huh?" you asked absent-mindedly.

"Youngjae wants us to come to Conference Room 9, he has something to show us. He says it’s urgent. Are you coming?” Yugyeom repeated. The younger man was staring at you and something clicked in your brain as you finally paid attention to what his words.

“Oh! Youngjae, right. Sorry. Did he find something useful?”

“I don’t know. Let’s go see.”

“He better not be wasting our time,” you muttered, as you closed the book and followed Yugyeom towards the conference rooms. There was no knowing when the CEO would send the transfer orders out. You wanted to be ready with a full report about how they were unsustainable in law before that. It required intensive research, and you had to juggle it with your normal work.

“Is it this one?” Yugyeom wondered as he reached a conference room with a plaque that had the number 9 on it. He opened the door and gestured for you to enter first. Since when did Yugyeom have such manners? You walked in, but the moment your eyes adjusted to the dim light you froze.

The entire Sales team was sitting here.

The door closed behind you.

“What is going on?” you demanded. Youngjae was standing in a corner and he gave you a sheepish smile that you did not return. Park Jinyoung was also present. Dressed in a classy light blue button down shirt, he leaned back in his swirly chair and gave you a bored look.

Yugyeom nudged you towards the seat across from Jinyoung.

“Sit down, we have something to say.”

You frowned. “About what?”

“About how we intend to fight the transfers to Busan. Jackson and Youngjae have an idea. They think that since it affects all of us equally, we should work together and make a joint representation to the CEO.”

You couldn’t believe this. They wanted to work with Sales? You couldn’t even start to list all the reasons why that was a terrible idea. You opened your mouth to protest but before you could, Jackson stood up and moved to the front of the conference room. You were pushed down into the chair by Yugyeom.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Allow me to begin my presentation,” Jackson announced grandly.

The lights dimmed. The projector overhead flickered on, and displayed an old version of a world map, with the United Kingdom highlighted in red.

Jackson cleared his throat. “Today, I’m going to be talking about this little country. But it wasn’t always a little country. It used to be the head of the British Empire. The largest Empire in history that lasted for over a century. This tiny little country took over at least one quarter of the world-”

You felt bewildered and furious.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Jackson made a shushing gesture at you and your face turned red. You could hear Jinyoung chuckling.

“But the British had a strategy. They didn’t take over these countries randomly. Their strategy was to divide and rule. Let me elaborate. They identified ethnic and religious differences between the people and divided them into smaller groups that were less powerful than the whole. Then, when the British tried to rule, the smaller groups would be too busy fighting amongst themselves to care about what the British were doing. Which is, basically stealing their land and resources and taking over the country.”

“I think we get the point,” Youngjae muttered. He had noticed the irritation on your face. “Can we wrap up now, Jackson?”

Jackson pouted. “But the best part is still- okay, fine. Basically, the only way to drive the colonial British out was for the different ethnic groups to unite and to combine their strength against their common enemy; the British Raj.”

“Right. So-” Jackson pressed a button and the screen on the projector changed. There was now a picture of the company’s organizational hierarchy. Over the CEO’s bubble had been pasted the words British Raj. “As you can see here, the analogy I’m trying to draw. The CEO is our British Raj. Sales are Legal are two different ethnic groups in the same country. The only way we can fight the British Raj is if we unite and join forces, not if we continue to fight each other. And there I end my presentation. Thank you.”

The lights flickered back on, Jackson took a pleased bow and then took a seat.

Yugyeom looked at you. “What do you think?”

“What do I think?” you demanded. “I think you’re behaving like children and this is a colossal waste of time. Did you just give me a history lesson in order to teach me about teamwork? This is insane. Your jobs must be a joke to you. Unfortunately, I take my life and my work very seriously, so do me a favour and don’t invite me to your playtime sessions.”

Jackson blinked. “But-”

Jinyoung cut him off coolly. “I thought it was a very informative presentation, Jackson. 9 out of 10, although the map ideally should have highlighted all the British colonies and not just England.”

“Thanks, Jinyoung.”

You stared at them. “Unbelievable.”

Jinyoung turned in his chair to face you. His arms were folded across his chest coolly. “Let's get down to the point. Forget the British Raj. I think they've identified a problem that deserves to be addressed. That problem is, you and I keep getting in each other’s way.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s true, don’t deny it. I was in the middle of a negotiation with the CEO this morning. It was going fine until you barged in and argued with him. Calm down,” Jinyoung raised a hand to silence you as you opened your mouth to defend yourself. “I’m not trying to blame you. That’s not the point. The next time you make a representation, it’s likely that I’ll accidentally do something to mess it up. This is because we lack coordination even though we want the same thing.”

Yugyeom turned to you with big, hopeful eyes. “He’s right. Both of you doing your own thing could be disastrous. The CEO will just ignore us, because we’re a mess. But if we pool our resources together then we might be able to scare him. Can we set aside our personal feelings this once?”

You stared at them. Both Yugyeom and Youngjae were looking at you hopefully and you felt weak. You wanted to reassure them that you could save their jobs without the help of Sales, but you suddenly weren’t sure anymore. Park Jinyoung, whatever else he might be, was definitely smart.

That didn’t mean the plan would work, though.

“Look. I’m an adult. I can set aside my personal feelings, but that’s not even the issue. Our methods are too different,” you pointed out to Jinyoung. “We’ll waste time fighting about what to do. You’ll want to negotiate nicely and persuade the CEO, while I’m prepared to show him the law and insist he follow it or face the consequences.”

Jinyoung bit his lip. “I get that. We have our differences.”

“Exactly. We’ll never agree on a strategy.”

Jinyoung suddenly looked up and his eyes gleamed. You could almost see the lightbulb ping on top of his head.

“What if… what if our different strategies are our strategy?”

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You were growing tired of the Sales department’s obsession with giving pointless presentations.

The lights had dimmed and the projector was back on again. This time, Park Jinyoung was standing in front of it. He had run out of the conference room suddenly after his declaration, shocking everyone. He was back in two minutes with his laptop and he hooked it up to the projector before turning to face the room with a smug smile.

“Guess what? I have just found the one and only negotiation strategy that will work. It’s a classic, and it’s the only strategy that is based entirely on disagreement,” he explained eagerly. “I gave a seminar on this to the Sales team a couple months ago, remember?”

Jackson’s eyes widened. “Wait, do you mean-”

“Yup.” Jinyoung pressed a button and the presentation began. “The Good Cop, Bad Cop Strategy.”

You frowned and peeked at the laptop. The presentation contained 45 slides. Oh dear god. If Park Jinyoung tried to go through all of them right now then you were going to deck him in the face. You were short enough on time already.

“How about we skip past all the analogies and the introductions and you just give us a brief summary of how this works?” you suggested through clenched teeth. You glanced at your watch. “You have my attention for… 3 minutes.”

“That’s enough,” Jinyoung promised confidently. He pressed a button to change the slide. “The Good Cop, Bad Cop strategy is simple. This strategy is rooted in the fact that the Good Cop and the Bad Cop never agree.”

“Hmm.”

“The role of the Bad Cop,” Jinyoung gestured towards you with a handsome smile and you glared at him, “is simple. Bad Cop takes an extreme stand. She threatens terrible consequences and refuses to negotiate. She basically sets the tone for a worst-case scenario. No matter what the other person says, Bad Cop refuses to show the slightest hint of mercy.”

You blinked. That sounded like you.

“Now, we come to Good Cop,” Jinyoung gestured towards himself with a proud smile. “He’s the one who makes more reasonable demands. Good Cop is the nice guy. He pretends to be on the criminal’s side. Everything Good Cop says looks really nice and generous in contrast to what Bad Cop says. Usually criminals are so terrified by Bad Cop that they give in to whatever demands Good Cop has. But in reality, Good Cop and Bad Cop are working together. They both agree on what they want beforehand. But by splitting the roles and taking extreme stands, they can confuse the criminal.”

You took a deep breath. “So If I understand you correctly…”

“You will threaten to sue,” Jinyoung explained. His dark eyes shone with excitement. “Do what you do best. Gather all the material you can find about the company’s violations of our employment contracts, and threaten the CEO that you’re about to drown the company in a messy, ugly lawsuit.”

“That’s risky. We don’t have the resources to follow through on that. I don’t have enough money to sue the company and I’m sure none of you do either. It’ll be a bald-faced lie. The CEO might tell me to go file a lawsuit if I dare. I might have to return empty-handed.”

“You might, if I wasn’t there to diffuse the situation before he gets angry. I’ll offer the CEO a more attractive option. I’ll tell him that he doesn’t have to deal with the headache and the bad PR that will come out of a lawsuit. He can simply let us stay in this office. If the Busan transfer is an attempt at cost-cutting, like I think it is, then we’ll all voluntarily forgo our bonuses this year. We’ll find other ways to cut costs. What do you think?”

You took a deep breath. “Okay.”

Jinyoung grinned. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you admitted reluctantly. “I think this might just work. Let’s do this.”

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shanie-the-toyaddict · 4 years ago

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Shanie’s Dream Fic: A Masterpost

The following is a Masterpost of all my various finished, started, and sketched out dream stories. They are listed here as the dreams originally were, not as the stories the dreams became. Listings are by Saga/Series, Story Title, and Month/Year of original dream. Also listed are the fandoms of the dreams and any specific warnings the fics might carry. For the record, this isn’t a post really for anyone on here. It’s mostly for my own records. I do have a copy on my cloud storage but I’m putting it here as well on the off chance anyone is curious. BTW: I’m putting this here so that I don’t have to list it every time. As far as the WWE dreams go. Absolutely NONE of them are Kayfabe compliant. That’s the problem with not watching the shows regularly. I don’t dream about the TV side of it often. The Zowens dream is close though. It’s sort of a hybrid. The rest? Well, all of them are some level of NKC, but some are not only non-kayfabe, they are straight up AU. BTW2: In every single one of these stories involving me I am some manner of queer. I’m pretty sure in all but maybe one or two. I’m either wlw, ace, or both. NOT ONE of the first person dreams contains romance between me and another character. The best you get is a single platonic fake-relationship story. (That one did have a smut scene in it but it isn’t romantic.)

Anyway, list behind the cut!

ADVENTURES IN DREAMLAND Master Post

SAGA A Family Beyond Blood

Part 1 Darkness Fallen (August 2019) I find myself trapped in a world where I died as a child. Now as a spirit I must find a way to restore the universe to it’s proper order. (Somehow my young death caused the entire universe to splinter) *McMahon Family and MCU Dream* Part 2 Death and Life on Planet Earth (August 2019)

Having saved the universe but not ourselves, I vow to do whatever it takes to return Shane to his rightful place with his family. *McMahon Family and MCU Dream*

Part 3 A World Restored to Fall (August 2019)

The universe has been reset again, and I have been returned to my proper timeline. Or have I? There’re odd happenings in a local bookshop and it’s up to me to figure out how to stop them *Original Dream Featuring IRL People*

Part 4 World War Winter (August 2019)

Nuclear Holocaust has occurred. The world is at war with the machines. As a soldier in the CAMP forces, I must leave everything I know behind and face down the android army. But, maybe there’s a familiar face or two in CAMP after all... *McMahon Family Dream* *VIOLENT*

Part 5 Of Queens and Kingdoms (August 2019)

The world is reset. AGAIN. This time, it’s me, Shane and Marissa in a new land where the middle ages and modern times are happening simultaneously and women are the dominant gender. And, somehow, I’m the bloody queen. *McMahon Family and WWE Universe Dream*

Part 6 Titans Reign (August 2019)

Having ascended to the throne and filling the royal court with WWE superstars, I must now find a way to rule over a land I barely know. Meanwhile, a sinister plot is brewing to put the patriarchy back in power. *McMahon Family and WWE Universe Dream*

SAGA That’s What Friends Are For

Part 1 Death of a Fangirl (and Birth of a Friend) (October 2019) [Only Published Story on List]

I find myself being given the chance to meet Shane. Unfortunately, my mental illness turns the dream into a nightmare and my life unravels. But don’t worry. Shane will save the day. He always does. *Shane O Mac Dream*

Part 2 With A Song In Her Heart (October 2019)

Shane has been ignoring my texts, so I hunt him down. My search finds me at a pride festival where a spontaneous song catches his attention a little too well. *Shane O Mac Dream*

Part 3 One Last Birthday to Celebrate (November 2019)

It’s Christmastime in Squirrel Hill. For some dumb reason, Shane McMahon has decided to visit me the day before his birthday. Naturally I surprise him with a present. The other surprise (getting caught in a domestic dispute) is far less pleasant. *Shane O Mac Dream* *VIOLENT*

Part 4 The Pink Rose (Not a Dream)

I survived the shooting. Waking up in a hospital, I find my mother and a room full of flowers from the WWE Superstars. But one flower, a lone pink rose, is unlabeled. Wanna take a wild guess who sent that one? *WWE Universe Story NOT Based on A Dream*

Part 5 Dreams and Demons (December 2019)

So, it seems that watching your friend nearly die in a hail of bullets isn’t the best for your mental health. At WrestleMania 37, Shane is presented with a choice. Me, or TV. Of course he chooses me, this is my dream, what other choice would there be? *WWE Universe Dream*

[Are you starting to see why I never publish any of these. They are painfully bad self inserts and woefully self-indulgent. But they are also therapy, hence the writing]

SERIES Trippy Shorts

Story 1 A Little Fall of Acid Rain (August 2019)

The world is ending – but only in NYC. I’m there. So are the McMahons. Destruction and danger abound. *McMahon Family Dream*

Story 2 I Know Who I Am (September 2019)

All of my favorites from TV, movies, music, and wrestling are turning up murdered. Each time, a cryptic message is left behind, written in blood. Can I figure out the connection before everyone I like is killed? *General Pop Culture Dream* *EXTREMELY VIOLENT AND DISTURBING*

Story 3 Fixed Points and Fixed Pairings [An Unfinished Symphony] (September 2019)

One night, outside the bar, I am approached by an older version of myself. She brings a time machine and a mission – go back to the attitude era and change time so Shane remains the heir apparent. But some people are just meant to be together, and others just refuse to listen – even to an angel from the future. *WWE Universe Dream*

Story 4 A Song of Summer [A Snapshot] (October 2019)

As an Agent of SHIELD, it doesn’t take a genius to see that Black Widow and Hawkeye are in love. So, through the power of music, I decide to try and hook them up. *MCU Dream*

Story 5 Journeys Beginning [A Snapshot] (December 2019)

One day at school, I find myself amid an alien incursion. But don’t worry, the Doctor is on the case. Also, Shane is involved because of course he is. *Shane O Mac and Doctor Who Dream*

Story 6 Arson, Murder, and Revolution (January 2020)

At a Hollywood LGBTQ party, I find myself caught in a plot by the Trump administration to commit mass murder. When it goes awry, revolution stirs and it’s up to me and several other progressive celebrities to light the fuse *General Pop Culture Dream* *VIOLENT*

[See, they aren’t all about Shane. Just... most of them]

STAND ALONE STORIES

Once Upon a Dream (August 2019)

I black out drunk in an alley one night and awake to find myself in a dream. It’s 1990 and I’m somehow a middle-aged black woman. Also sharing the dream is a young and angry Shane McMahon. Together we use the circumstances of the dream to fuck shit up for the NYPD. *Shane O Mac Dream* *VIOLENT*

The Many Deaths of a Tabhead (August 2019)

Five years after getting hooked on a new drug called Tabs, I find myself in an endless loop of getting murdered. The only way out is to survive. Too bad I have no memory, and everyone wants me dead *Original Story Featuring IRL People* *VIOLENT AND DISTURBING*

Champion of the Faerie Queen (December 2019)

Did you know that Marissa McMahon is the Faerie Queen and Shane is her consort? Neither did I. And, it seems, when war comes a calling, it’s up to me to save the McMahons and the country. But I’ve got superpowers now, so that helps. *McMahon Family, MCU, and DC Universe Dream*

To Earthquakes, Lovers, and Newfound Friends (May 2020)

In lovely SoCal, I’m watching a movie when an earthquake strikes. I soon find myself both blind and badly burned. The only hope I have to survive is a certain pair of lovers who just happen to be in the area for some R&R. *Zowens Dream*

Penny and Kicks vs The World (June 2020)

As a longtime WWE employee, I’ve been best friends with Shane for years. But in the fallout of Coronavirus, the public is looking for a scapegoat. Vince is more than happy to offer up my father. Now, the entire wrestling world is in turmoil and Shane and I are just trying to weather the storm. *WWE Universe Dream* *VIOLENT*

Virginia Gothic (October 2019)

In a world where my highschool sweetheart and I never broke up, we must forge a path on our own through hardship and rejection. But what is the meaning of the mysterious Jesus statue? And why is Bacchus being so damn shifty? *Original Dream Featuring IRL People*

Uzil (January 2020)

An mystical being from the horsehead nebula takes up residence in a little boy’s guinea pig. The miracles come quickly and soon they are inseparable. *Original Third Person Dream* (I wasn’t in this one)

The E-Manual (February 2020)

The end of days is drawing near. I have been chosen as a prophet of the end times by the Almighty himself. I must go out into the world armed with only scripture and a mystical magazine, trying to convert as many people as possible before time runs out. *A Mostly Original Dream* (Shane’s in the last two pages)

Seraphina and the Seven Wishes (April 2020)

The world is a video game and the McMahon’s are the Addams family. It only gets weirder from there. *McMahon Family Dream*

A Matter of Science (And Opinion) (May 2020)

I accidentally set fire to my apartment during a spell. I’m promptly arrested and call The Doctor as my defense. Sadly, the call is rerouted to Stormcage and SpongeBob SquarePants ends up on the case instead. This one is every bit as absurd as it sounds. *Doctor Who and SpongeBob SquarePants Dream*

A Revolution In This Century (Enter Me) (November 2019) The year is 2027. Climate Change has decimated the globe and revolution has reduced the Ruling Elite to food reserves. However, absolute power corrupts absolutely, and soon the new ruling poor become as ruthless as the 1% had been. In this horrible dystopia, I am a powerful government official who has taken on the McMahons as consorts for the sole purpose of saving their skins. *McMahon Family Dream* *VIOLENT, DISTURBING, AND A BIT SMUTTY*

Crystal Vision – A Dozen Birthdays (December 2019)

After showing kindness to an enchantress, I am given my hearts greatest desire – a place in Shane’s life. I am sent back in time to 2005 as a WWE Makeup tech and given 12 years in the life of my childhood heroes. But a lot happened in the WWE from 2005 to 2017 and not all of it good. How much can and do I dare change? *WWE Universe Dream* *Painfully NKC. Disturbing subject matter involved because 2007 is a thing.*

Dr. Slime and the Wondernerds (August 2019)

Three high school nerds find themselves in possession of a mysterious green substance. When it explodes during an experiment, they find they have been given superpowers. However, this is the real world and super-powered “freaks” get picked apart, not celebrated. Can the teens resist using their powers? *Original Third Person Dream* (I’m not in this one)

Planeswalking Like A Grecian (October 2019)

After death, Xena finds herself on the Astral Plane. Promptly running into Joxer, they must find a way to survive the dangers of the afterlife. But don’t worry. Gabrielle has a plan. *Xenaverse Dream* (I’m not in this one)

The Foresight Curse (June 2020)

The problem with knowing the future is that you usually don’t have the ability to change it. So when Radar O’Reilly realizes Henry’s fate the day before it happens, he has to spend the next day trying to drown out the feelings of dread and sorrow, if only for the Colonel’s sake. Funny thing though, sometimes fate takes a left turn and you get a second chance to say goodbye. *M*A*S*H Universe Dream* (I’m not in this one) Vampires, Wraiths, and Shades, Oh My! (December 2019)

In the middle ages, I am orphaned at a very young age by vampires and taken in by Vampire Hunters (AU Shane and Stephanie). Now a teenager, I fight alongside them to protect the world from the dangers of the night. *McMahon Family Vampire AU Dream*

WHEW! I’m pretty sure that’s all of them! I have so dang many dreams it’s hard to keep track of them all! Anyway, out of all of these, only a handful are finished, ONE is published (Death of a Fangirl) and a ton of them aren’t far past the sketch stage. So, this is my list. Every story on here I at least have sketched out. I doubt I will ever even bother writing many of these, but the intent is present.

#Shanie's Dream Fic Masterpost

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elysiumwaits · 5 years ago

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It’s Work in Progress Wednesday! Here are some teasers from a bunch of my WIPs. Mostly Sterek with a bit of MCU at the end.

Under the cut cause this got loooong.

1. In the Winter’s Pale - Sterek - “First Encounters” prompt AU that might actually be reworked, I don’t know yet if I like how this is going.

Chain broken, Stiles gasps and his body tries to arch as his magic is suddenly there once more, filling the cracks and voids that had been so awfully empty when he had reached for them for protection at the beginning of this whole ordeal. It sings and cries to him like a living creature, agonizes over his pain and attempts to start healing his wounds.

He reigns it back, and it is no small task.

“Move,” he manages, still rasping but firm. The red-haired woman does, standing and moving back quickly, too graceful to scramble but fast nonetheless. The black wolf, however, does not.

2. Weekly Werewolf Sitcom Summer Fun WIP - Sterek, Scott/Isaac/Allison

Honestly, Stiles often thinks, the hardest part of getting Peter to involve himself with pack is overcoming the smug, condescending barriers he puts up in the first place. “You mind to share with the class?”

“Certainly, Stiles.” At this, Peter does raise his sunglasses to the top of his head. “Scott is with Allison, as everyone knows. But Scott is obviously also… dallying with Isaac. And though I haven’t personally observed it, I would lay good money down that Isaac is also dallying with Allison.”

“That’s… a hell of a love triangle,” Derek says, looking a little pinched. He’s probably thinking, Stiles guesses, about the fallout, which would be necessary if it were actually a love triangle.

“Nope, it’s good ol’ fashioned polyamory.” Stiles squints at where Scott’s hand is resting on Isaac’s shoulder, watches as Scott pulls it away a few seconds later - lingering, hesitantly, sliding his fingertips along Isaac’s shoulder blade like he is wholly reluctant to pull away.

“A triad,” Peter says. “I really can’t believe you didn’t notice.”

3. Sterek Fantasy Epic - Sterek - if I keep posting about it maybe I’ll work on it

Derek has a lot of questions, actually, but this first one is the most important. “Were you ever human?”

Stiles is quiet and still, as though someone carved him from a stone. The fire crackles, but it doesn’t rise, and Derek doesn’t reach for his blade. Slowly, the sounds of the forest at night seem to fade away to an eerie stillness that lasts for a few moments, half a second, and then snap back to life as Stiles looks away from the flames and to Derek once more.

“I think that depends on your definition of human,” is what Stiles finally says, easy as ever. His hands, though, give him away, betray the calm that he’s trying to project and instead tell Derek that the mage is tense. His eyes are wide, as always, but he’s shifted away from Derek, meeting his gaze unwaveringly. Watching for sudden movement.

He’s afraid.

4. You Know You Got Me to Hold On To - Winterhawk - The Tractor Bang fic

“You drool,” Bucky says. “And you have a bruise on your cheek and a bandage on your nose. Again. Not counting, you know, the rest of your injuries. That overshadows your rugged masculine charm.”

“Au contraire, it’s an integral part of my rugged masculine charm.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, uncrosses his arms, and finally actually comes into the bedroom. Clint grins, invitingly patting the empty space beside him, but Bucky shakes his head. “I made breakfast.”

“Town is twenty minutes away and there are literally no groceries here, what exactly is ‘breakfast?’”

“Fine,” Bucky says, a little bit of a quirk to his mouth that might be the start of a smile. “I made coffee. There’s an MRE or two if you’re hungry.”

5. Working Title: Wild and Unruly - Taserhawk - That big small town romance novel one with way too many country music references

“I literally don’t know any other way to tell you that I can’t make you a Cosmo,” Darcy snapped. “A Cosmopolitan needs triple sec, which I don’t have, and I can’t pull out of my ass. So, you can order something I’ve offered to make you, or you can move along because I have a bar full of other customers who I like a hell of a lot better than I like you.”

“Ugh,” the girl sighed dramatically. “Just a fucking screwdriver then, god. A strong one.”

Darcy threw the drink together with slightly less vodka and slightly more orange juice than she usually did, dropped an orange slice into it, and set it down in front of the girl with probably a little more aggression than necessary. “You want to start a tab?”

The girl didn’t say anything, apparently deeming Darcy unworthy of her time. Instead, she just handed over a ten dollar bill, so Darcy opened the register and handed her back a five.

“Oh my god, this stupid drink costs five dollars?” the girl asked in indignant disbelief, clearly gearing up for another hissy fit.

Darcy snorted. “No. The screwdriver is two dollars, but there’s an upcharge for annoying customers to be applied at my discretion. Sure you don’t wanna start a tab?” Then, just to make a point, she dropped the extra three dollars into her own tip jar.

6. Our Feet Are Planted in the Real World - Taserhawk - post-Endgame fic where Darcy can see ghosts

Darcy still tries to finish up any business they have left though. She calls a lot of police departments with “anonymous tips” and writes a lot of “mysterious letters” to family members left behind. It doesn’t help them move on, really - that doesn’t happen until they’re well and truly ready - but it makes both her and the ghost feel a little better. She likes to think it helps the families too, but she very rarely gets any kind of contact after the letter. Sometimes she reads about bodies found and cold cases solved in newspapers for towns far away from her, and that gives her a strange, bittersweet sort of closure.

“So how is the most beautiful woman in the world today?”

And then there’s Pietro.

Out of context, he’s very flattering and good for Darcy’s ego. Coupled with the smarmy grin and the eyebrows, though, it loses a little bit of the “nice compliment” kind of flavor and edges right up into “fuckboy” instead.

To be honest, though, even he’s not that creepy anymore - he’s been hanging around Darcy for going on eight years now, after all. Frankly, his return to over-the-top compliments and blatant innuendo are a welcome change from the majority of the five years after the Snap, when he was… well, a ghost of his former self.

7. Dust to Dust - Taserhawk, past Clint/Laura - the complicated one about grief and mourning that happens during the five years between the Snap and Endgame - angst angst angst

Later, when he’s standing alone in a sunny field with the remnants of a picnic and dust slipping through his fingers, with laughter from only moments earlier ringing in his ears, he will think of all the promises he made that he didn’t keep and all the ones that he did. How he’s still alive, and how he never thought he would be the last one to go.

The road to hell isn’t paved with good intentions, like everyone thinks. Clint’s walked the road to hell before, pulled people back from it, and he knows that it’s built of blood and dust and tears, of promises that couldn’t be kept. It’s knees in the Missouri dirt, fingers frantically clutching at dust and grass before the wind can catch it, desperate prayers to a god that he never really believed in going unanswered.

The road to hell is a quiet, empty farmhouse. It’s Disney tickets, a squeaky stair, milk going bad. It’s rotting picnic food left on a table as the summer turns on, a target standing in a field with arrows just slightly off of a bullseye like a monument, like a grave marker, like a cross left at the roadside after a terrible accident.

Promises and intentions, everything that keeps Clint choosing the path of the good man again and again, blows away across the field, dust carried through his fingers by the breeze.

#work in progress wednesday #wip wednesday #sterek #winterhawk #taserhawk #darcyland

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ofcacthuxandkylosaur · 6 years ago

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Are there any trans Kylo fics out there? I feel as if it's all only trans hux this or feminized hux that...

I think there is indeed more trans Hux than trans Kylo out there, but I still managed to find some. Beware that I haven’t read most of the fics and therefore cannot say anything about their content. I also recommend of course you read the autor’s warnings;)

Trans Kylo Art

https://croatomunchi.tumblr.com/post/142969291522/would-u-ever-draw-like-hux-and-trans-kylo - croatomunchi

http://artllama.tumblr.com/post/146236116396/i-did-a-transition-log-because-i-cant-not-spend - artllama

http://toiek.tumblr.com/post/141289851114/i-love-trans-kylo - toiek

http://rip-space-birdie.tumblr.com/post/141067487245/kylo-ren-is-trans-pass-it-on - rip-space-birdie

http://opens-up-4-nobody.tumblr.com/post/153044170134/stutter-iplier - opens-up-4-nobody

http://opens-up-4-nobody.tumblr.com/post/147354462721/nice - opens-up-4-nobody

http://angerydj.tumblr.com/post/169121106275 - angerydj

http://corvosfursona.tumblr.com/post/137737245113/they-fixed-him-up-but-hes-conked-and-phasma - corvosfursona

http://kiiiloren.tumblr.com/post/137138625403/coming-to-u-live-tiny-trans-padawan-ben-solo - kiiiloren

+ There is also a blog whose name is Trans!Kylo

Trans Kylo headcanons/ideas

http://bygoneboy.tumblr.com/post/148311042452/hi-u-should-talk-abt-ur-trans-kylo-headcanons - bygoneboy

http://nbnightwing.tumblr.com/post/136272896831/anyway-ive-been-thinking-a-lot-about-trans-guy - nbnightwing

http://kremaclassii.tumblr.com/post/137459014170/whispers-more-trans-kylo-head-canons - kremaclassii

http://kiiiloren.tumblr.com/post/138435517778/ive-been-thinking-about-trans-hux-and-kylo + http://kiiiloren.tumblr.com/post/137141605853/since-leia-is-force-sensitive-imagine-her-being - kiiiloren

http://lilstarkiller.tumblr.com/post/141230802426/alright-alright-i-keep-thinking-weve-got-trans - lilstarkiller

http://generallyhorribleatlife.tumblr.com/tagged/trans%21kylo - generallyhorribleatlife

Trans Kylo Fics

“Almond” - angry_android || Kylo likes to hang out at his local Starbucks and brood. Hux works there part-time while going to community college. Because of someone else’s sloppy handwriting, Hux accidentally calls out Kylo’s name as “Kylie,” and there is fallout. The fallout might include dating.

“pocketknife” - angry_android || There’s a reason Kylo wears a crop top. Hux understands.

“Casanova, Fuck Me Over” - Anonymous || With another kiss, Hux glances up. “You promise try and keep your limbs to yourself?” Ren snorts. “I will try my best,” he says, placing his hands on the sheets, “If you promise to stick your face between my thighs sometime soon.”

“Tarine Tea and Lambro Shark” - armitageren || The First Order celebrates a recent victory on a luxurious planet and it’s the perfect setting for Kylo Ren and Armitage Hux’s first date. Hux struggles to survive the date with his anxiety putting him on edge because Ren doesn’t know he’s trans and he isn’t sure what that means for their future.

“all the noises (from your hateful little mouth)” - bloomthefox || In which Kylo whines and puts off his feelings, Phasma calls it like she sees it, and Hux is a stone cold mystery. Or, the defense attorney AU that literally nobody asked for.

“care and control” - cracktheglasses (cormallen) || It’s a wide strip of dark brown leather, soft, already a bit worn at the edges, snapped shut over Ben’s wrist. It means Ben wants him. Ben needs him. He may not always be able to say it, but he means it every time he puts the cuff on, every time he puts himself into Hux’s care – I’m yours.

“juxtaposition” - cracktheglasses (cormallen) || He hopes Hux makes it hurt. Hopes Hux is as mean and arrogant and smart here as he is everywhere else, the way Kylo tries to be.

“Changed” - Davechicken || Kylo was sure from a young age that he wasn’t female. It’s not until he leaves home that he finds people who agree.

“Pushed” - Davechicken || Hux has to push his boy a little, to get him through the discomfort. Kylo always appreciates it after.

“Control” - DoctorNinjaSpy || Patience is Armitage’s most valued virtue. Sometimes, however, he falters.

“special delivery” - gonnapop || Hux had not intended to be present for this messy process. Rather, he’d imagined returning after his shift and being handed a clean, swaddled baby. But there was nothing for it now.He rolled up his sleeves.

“Heel, Beg, Speak” - JulieCox || Emperor Hux has a new pet, and enjoys pushing him around. Kylo has secrets, and enjoys keeping them to his own damn self. But they won’t stay secrets for long.

“the Panty fic” - kyloskummies || Kylo and Hux are roommates. Kylo is trans and wears panties. It’s a hot day and the AC is broken. Y'all know where it goes from there.

“Bad Poet and Good Artist” - lovewashisname || Hux has moved schools before. He’s sure this time won’t be any different. He’ll keep to himself, make a few acquaintances, and put up with his father the best he can. But not even an hour into his first day and he’s shattered his phone, walked into a gorgeous boy, and had a very, very awkward conversation with said gorgeous boy. In other words, Hux meets the incredibly sad Ben Solo, and maybe he doesn’t want to leave this school so soon.

“Bad Poetry on Starlit Rooftops” - lovewashisname || Everywhere Kylo looks, high school is portrayed as either the best place you’ll ever be, or a shithole that will ruin four years of your life. For Kylo, it’s neither. High school has been a place to hide from his own body, and to get into fights every once in a while. So in one year, none of that will change, he thinks. How wrong could he be? told from Kylo’s point of view

“A Real Boy” - MosImagination || Ben solo is a transmale junior, he has a crush on a senior named Hux. Ben is too afraid to show off his real self, but Hux quickly accepts him. And loves him.

“Birth of a dream” - MosImagination || Ben solo is a transmale, hux has always wanted a child, Ben gives his body to have their child.

“Expectations” - MosImagination || Ben solo didn’t know what to expect coming home on Valentines Day.

“Shark in the Water” - SeraphicVictory || Kylo Ren was absolutely the best sailor there ever was. Or that’s what he liked people to believe anyway. In truth, he was no better than any other man at the mercy of the sea. With one fatal mistake, he and his ship were destroyed in a terrible storm, and Kylo was certain he would fall to the watery grave that most sailors met at the end. But then he wakes up to a handsome, red-headed man. His savior: The Mershark called ‘Hux’.

“Someone to come home to” - ShinigamiKnox || Hux is the supportive boyfriend and helps Kylo deal with his dysphoria. It was supposed to be a more serious piece of work, but I could not stop laughing at the infamous Ren quote. I’m so sorry.

“A morning at the gym” - SidMjkGc || Just another kind of workout.

“This Asshole” - twinkyatta || Hux goes to a coffee shop every day, but there’s a new barista, and holy fuck does he hate him.

+ Trans Female Kylo fic

“Fate” - MosImagination || It was fate that they met. A beautiful transfemale Kylo ren. A handsome transmale Hux.

Trans Kylo series (of fics)

“The Monsters We Keep” - AriMarris || Description: “The Monsters We Keep” is the story of Hux and Kylo, who fall in love and marry young and make many mistakes. Basically, the films rewritten through Kylo’s eyes with drastic changes. With extra one-shots thrown in the mix for fun.

“Bastards and Broken Things” - Bipolar_Armitage_Hux, kohoutek || No Description –> Resume of first work: A story of Armitage Hux’s childhood from the Bastards and Broken Things AU / Series.

“Caged by Monsters” (one work for now) - Bipolar_Armitage_Hux, kohoutek || No Description –> Resume of first work: An introduction to the psychiatric ward AU - this is written by an actually neurodivergent person and thus there is a strong attempt to make it not remotely ableist. The “bad guys” in this are the abusive doctors and an ableist system. Hux meets Kylo Ren for the first time, or rather the other sees him in a therapy session with Dr. Brendol Hux and becomes fascinated by him.

“The Tired Raptor” - Kylux_TRASH || Description: “Hollywood, 1939. Amidst the glitz and the glitter of a bustling young movie talent at the height of its golden age, the Hollywood Tower Hotel was a star in its own right. A beacon for the show business elite. Now, something is about to happen that will change all that”Something did happen to change that. It happened, on October 31st, 1939, Hollywood California. Kayla-Rose and her male escort, Mr. Hux were riding in the elevator when they entered into a world unknown. They entered The Twilight Zone.

“when the lights are low” - transkylo (captainandor) || No Description –> Resume of first work: “Do your colleagues know how fucking possessive you are?” Kylo asks, canting his hips back, pressing into Hux’s touch as far as he can.Hux grins. “Does your mother know that you sleep with her political rivals?” Kylo’s laugh is breathy and uneven. “I don’t make a habit of it.”

+ Trans Female Kylo series (of fic)

“She’s Just a Girl and She’s on Fire” - Kylo Hux (Loki_Likey_Thor_Odinson) || No Description –> Resume of first work: Hux and Phasma have been sent to a fundraiser for The First Order. Their uniforms have been changed for a smart military uniform and a glamorous ball gown. Everyone that should be here is – except for one person.Kylo Ren is absent, still on another planet, having surgery. She was supposed to be here, supposed to be on security detail for the night; Hux lost hope of seeing his girlfriend for the first time in months when he saw two Knights of Ren circling the room.

“from bby Finn to teenage heartthrob + Hux (one work for now) - orphan_account || No Description –> Resume of first work: Mostly, Phasma loves her job. But sometimes, just sometimes, she really hates it. Meanwhile, Hux has a slight problem, and her name is Kylo Ren.

#here you go #hope it helps #this is of course a non exaustive list #tbh i usually do not do fic rec/lists but i had time and i didn't have it in my aus too...#if you spot any mistake don't hesitate to tell me:)#kyux #au #trans kylo au

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welovekpopscenarios · 7 years ago

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Friction Pt. 2 (Fallout!AU Woozi x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Checking in everyday with Woozi about your broken weapon is nightmare inducing, but is it really as bad as it seems? You never thought the phrase ‘More than meets the eye’ would ever describe someone as perfect as it did for Woozi.

Fandom: SEVENTEEN

Genre: Fluff, angst

Pairing: Woozi x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word count: 4689

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this, I have so much fun writing these AU’s omg. Part 3 will hopefully be out soon enough too, if life doesn’t get in the way. Happy reading as always, everyone! I love you all!! PS that gif actually fucking kills me jihoon pls stop and exit my life you magnificent being

- PART 1 -

“Hey, thanks for letting me stay here, I really appreciate it,” you said, placing your rucksack down on the wooden floors next to the metal framing of the bed, eyes skimming over the dirty and worn-down mattress and wanting nothing more than to sink into the springs and sleep for eternity despite the condition it was in. It’s better than most of the mattresses you’ve seen, anyway.

Jeonghan sent a warm smile in your direction from his position in the doorway; arms crossed and leaning against the frame while Scoups stood behind him with a large grin set in place and his hands propped proudly on his hips. “It’s no problem, we’re glad you came while you did,” Jeonghan explained, eyes roaming around the small space of the dimly lit room with a frown of slight disappointment – a single dull light hanging precariously from the ceiling and a few odd candles burning on the table. “We needed someone else to man the bar since Boo quit, couldn’t handle the punks that would wander in and cause trouble. Not that I blame him,” he muttered.

“Well, I’ve dealt with scumbags like that all my life. I should be fine,” you reassured, nodding to yourself and brushing the palms of your hands on your pants. That was fine. You could handle a few assholes coming in and demanding free booze and whatnot. You’ve handled worse, a few idiots would be nothing to you. And hey, if it means you get some caps for your weapons repair and a free room to sleep in, who are you to complain?

“Good to hear,” Jeonghan chimed, lips splitting into a perfect smile. “You can get started in the morning. Use the evening to rest up. Showers are in the back, be quick if you want hot water. See you in the morning,” and with that, your new boss turned around and exited the room, brushing past Scoups who grabbed his hand to give a quick squeeze before letting go. He returned his attention to you once more and grinned from ear to ear.

“I’m happy you found somewhere to work! Jeonghan has been looking to fill that position for a while now, but people are too scared to do it.”

You laughed lightly, plonking down onto the mattress and sighing loudly. “Yeah, I’m glad he was offering. I need to have at least 500 caps for Woozi by the end of the week for my rifle.”

“Ah,” Scoups hummed sympathetically, head bobbing in understanding. “Yeah, Woozi can be expensive, but if he says he’ll have that gun fixed, then you can bet by the end of the week it’ll be working better than before.”

You scoffed, eyebrows rising to your hairline as you reclined on the bed. “Sure,” you said dismissively. “I just wish he wasn’t a dick.”

Scoups laughed loudly, a loud rumble emanating from his chest that had you smiling yourself.

“Yeah, Woozi can be a bit…”

“Rude? Annoying? Basically an asshole?” you supplied, making Scoups laugh again.

“I’m not saying you’re wrong,” he giggled. “But he’s actually a really nice guy. You just have to give it time. He’s only defensive to people he doesn’t know, not the kind to handle bullshit for long, you know? He’d rather get into his work as peacefully as possible. Just give him a chance.”

A heavy breath escaped your nose.

“Seeing is believing, Scoups,” he laughed once more, moving to flick your forehead playfully while you grumbled in response. “People like him and I just don’t get along. And the sooner this is over with, the better, so I don’t have to talk to him anymore.”

“Alright, your call,” he smirked, walking backwards to the doorway while his eyes glinted mischievously with the candle light. “But something tells me that you’ll feel differently about him when you get your rifle back. I have to get back to Shownu, he’s been on security on his own for a while now. Night, Y/N.”

The door was closed before you could say anything, swinging shut and leaving you in the solitude of your tiny room, deep within your thoughts and exhaustion. What the hell did he mean by that? Woozi was insufferable, the only way you could feel differently about him would be the happiness you feel at him fixing your rifle and being done with him. What Scoups said just didn’t make sense.

No matter, you’ll be too deep in work the next few days to even think about that dickhead anyway.

But as your eyes fluttered shut and blissful rest finally caught up to you, the last thing you remembered thinking about was the pretty curve of his dark eyes as he stared at you with the lightest of reds dusting his oil splattered cheeks.

The beginnings of the day sounded in your ears as sunlight streamed in through the streaky windows onto your sleeping face, groaning at the intrusion upon your peaceful sleep and turning over in your position to cover your face. It felt like you had only gotten five minutes of sleep, and every muscle in your body was screaming in agony at the slightest of movements, your body well worn out after your trek to Diamond City and finally catching up to you in the most painful of ways.

You allowed yourself a few moments to rest while you thought over your tasks for the day: take a shower, have Jackson show you how to work the bar and around the Dugout Inn, and visit Woozi for updates on your rifle. The last one made you scream briefly into your lumpy pillow, already feeling agitation spike through you at having to interact in any way with Woozi once more.

Oh, how he made your blood boil yesterday. Even Scoups seemed hesitant to talk to you once he saw you in the Dugout Inn for fear of you biting his head off, never seeing anyone so fired up after talking to Woozi. The fact that you have to see him nearly every day for information on your gun was enough to make you fit to punch someone – preferably him and his smirk. A smirk that made heat rise to your face in ways you couldn’t explain, and it only further added to your torment that was Woozi.

Best not to dwell on it, you thought, as you heaved your body off of the mattress and towards the showers. If you did, you were positive you’d go as crazy as the stragglers living deep in the wasteland, and losing your mind was not something you needed.

Definitely not over someone like him.

Looking up at the still bright sun, you reasoned you still have a good portion of the evening left to enjoy after spending the day with Jackson at the bar. He was a…flamboyant character, to say the least, but he was nothing but kind, and made you laugh harder than you had in a long time, something that was greatly appreciated. But now that you were finished, it was time to complete the one task you were dreading – facing Woozi. You could already feel angry fire flooding your veins at the prospect.

Eying the metal sign in the distance, you began to walk through the masses, dodging and weaving through people and stalls alike until in what felt like the shortest time ever you were standing in front of his booth, watching as the man himself searched through a large box of tools, bent over and completely oblivious to your presence.

You watched him for a moment, not in any way admiring the way his cargos hugged his behind as he was bent over – no way in hell – and waited for him to turn around and notice you, but he never did. He just continued to rummage noisily through the box of tools, off in his own world. Interesting.

“Hey,” you greeted, a tad louder than someone normally would, and smirked with sadistic glee as he gave a yelp and shot up straight, banging his head on the shelf above him in the process. He turned around quickly, eyes wide and zipping throughout the space of the booth before landing on you, promptly narrowing into slits as anger washed over his visage.

“What the hell?!” he bellowed, throwing a pair of pliers heavily on top of his workbench with a loud thunk. His chest was heaving with supressed rage, trying not to show that you scared him more than he’d like to admit, fists and jaw clenched tightly. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Saying hello,” was your nonchalant reply, sending a shrug and a lazy smirk his way as your eyes roamed his stall.

“Who the fuck says hello like that?” he retorted, taking a seat at his workbench and distracting himself with whatever tools he had sitting on top of the counter.

“Normal people,” you droned. “Not my fault you got as spooked as a cat facing a Radscorpion.”

He scoffed in response, seemingly opting to ignore your presence now that his pride was wounded. Boo hoo.

You stood in silence, eyes following his slim fingers as they toyed with the pliers, taking great amusement in the way his eyes would dart to you every so often only to move back to what was in front of him. Eventually, he cracked.

“Is there a reason why you’re taking up space in my workshop?”

“Yeah. My gun,” you said simply.

He made a tutting noise. “It isn’t done. So leave.”

“I wanted an update on it,” you requested, and his head turned to give you a fake, tight lipped smile.

“Ok sure! Here’s the update – it isn’t done. So, you can leave now!” Sarcasm dripped from his wicked tongue like raindrops on a window pane, and immediately every single one of your sense became alight with fury – red hot fire prickling at your skin and leaving you itching to move.

“You’re hilarious. A real comedian. I’m surprised you aren’t doing shows on the radio or at the Dugout Inn. You’d really liven up the place with your sunny personality, you know?” Your voice couldn’t have had less emotion in it, the tone similar to that of a Protectrons – equally as lifeless and dull.

“I know, I’ve been told. But I can’t be the only capable person in this city. Too much weight on my shoulders, you get me? That’s why I leave the jokes to DK and Bambam. They have the time for it,” he boasted sarcastically, a wry smile set on his face. A sharp exhale left your nose in disbelief, eyes rolling upwards.

“Interesting, really. You should tell me all about some other time. But right now I just want to hear about my rifle.”

Woozi grimaced, scowling at you before inclining his head towards a spare stool in the corner of his shop.

You rose a brow, not expecting Woozi to invite you to sit with him, but another impatient glare from him had you moving to grab the stool, positioning it at one end of his workbench and trying to maintain a reasonable distance away from him. A distance that wouldn’t allow him easy access to shoving his pliers through your eye or where you could choke him out without mercy.

“I took another look at it this morning. The trigger was the easiest thing to fix, took me no time to get it done. The barrel is going to be trickier. If it was just smashed or bent at the head, it would be pretty easy to reshape,” he explained, only looking up from the desk to shoot you a dirty look. “But your dumb ass had to completely smash it from where it’s connected to the base of the gun. Makes shit of the rest of the gun.”

“But, you can fix it, right? I mean, you said you were good, and I heard you were from plenty of others. I trust you with this,” you admitted quietly, picking at your nails instead of gazing at him, missing how his eyes grow just that bit wider and brightest of pink blooms on his cheeks, just visible under the grime coating his skin.

“Yeah, yeah,” he went for an air of indifference, shrugging his shoulders momentarily until they dropped back down. “I can fix it. It’ll be a bitch, but it’ll be done. Don’t worry.”

You chewed on your lip, biting at the dry and cracked skin as you were deep in thought, brows furrowed, silent except for the tapping of your foot on the ground. Woozi watched you from the corner of his eye, a near invisible smile playing at his lips as he watched you scowl into space.

“Stop thinking so hard or you’ll hurt yourself,” he joked. “I can practically hear it.”

You tsked, quick to flash that scowl at him, but then in softened out into a much more serene and thoughtful expression, and he hates the weird twist his tummy makes when he sees it.

“I…thank you, Woozi,” you finish, and it’s sincere. He knows it. And that twist in his tummy gets worse with how light and youthful your voice sounded just then. He scratches at his cheek, disregarding the awful heat he feels beneath the pads of his fingers and shrugs once more.

“I’m getting paid to do this, Princess. It really is no problem to me at the end of the day when I’m relaxing with a pocket full of caps,” the glare returns to your face once more and he thanks the gods for the reprieve on his poor stomach. “I heard you’re working at the Inn. Better get back to it, Jeonghan and Jackson will need help with the bar once the rowdier customers come in.”

You give a huff of annoyance, standing up quickly and adjusting your shirt, mumbling a half-hearted ‘whatever, see you tomorrow’, and then you were leaving Woozi alone again in the workshop.

A giggle escapes his lips, one of disbelief and weird amusement. You were a strange one, but one who could give back as much as he gave. It certainly was interesting, to say the least, and he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy the banter occurring between the two of you.

He’d also be lying if he said he didn’t prefer how much softer your face looked when it wasn’t scowling.

The next time you visited Woozi, you were surprised to not see the bitter little man sitting alone, hunched over whatever creation he had and cooing ‘my precious’ over the metals of the weapons and shaking like a wet rat. Instead, he was chatting to a rather…lively man.

“Hoshi, go away. I’m busy,” he mumbled, but seemed unbothered by the grinning man sat at his side and talking animatedly about some woman who tried to fight him in his clothing stall. Despite Woozi’s words, he seemed to be nodding along occasionally to the man’s story, clearly listening to everything he was saying while he tinkered away as usual.

“It was so funny! She raised her fists to me and tried to punch me out while Jimin tried to hold her back. Nearly took an elbow to the eye for it, too! She was screaming about us not having the latest fashion, or something like that,” he laughed, a whimsical giggle echoing throughout Woozi’s workshop. Woozi himself smirked and gave a light laugh of astonishment.

“Latest fashion? As if they’re making anything new? You don’t get the latest fashion anymore. Girly must’ve been off her rockers.”

“Oh, for sure! She nearly clawed at my face until Minghao threw her out, the guards took care of the rest then. Ah, I wish you could have seen it, Ji,” he mused, a strange fond smile gracing his lips. “You would’ve had a good laugh with the things she was spewing- oh, hello!”

You gave a start when you realised the man sitting with Woozi saw you and addressed you, eyes nearly invisible with how they smiled at you. You returned the grin, albeit uncertainly, aware of Woozi’s heavy gaze on you paired with the man’s questioning one. “Hello,” you greeted, hands tucked into the pocket of your slacks.

“Oh, so you can actually greet people normally? Wow, crazy,” Woozi commented, crossing his arms and leaning against the workbench. Your neutral visage morphed into a scowl, as if automatically, and you rolled your eyes when Woozi’s smirk got wider.

“I greeted you normally yesterday,” you replied haughtily. “You just got scared and crapped your pants. As I said, not my fault. How’s the head after you nearly blew a hole through the shelf from the fright?”

The man with the unique eyes laughed loudly, a full set of teeth on display as he grinned so widely you were certain his face would crack in half. He shoved playfully at Woozi’s side, paying no heed in the venomous glare burning holes into the side of his face.

“You scared Woozi? That’s amazing! You gotta tell me how to do it sometime, I never catch him. I’m Soonyoung, but you can call me Hoshi!” He held out a hand for you to shake, your arm nearly being ripped out of its socket once you took it from the overzealous force of his handshake, jostling your poor body around in good fun.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you, Hoshi,” you smiled, wondering in the back of your mind how someone as sweet and sugary as Hoshi could ever talk to someone as bitter and annoying as Woozi.

“Likewise! So, getting something repaired? Ah, you’ve come to the best place! Woozi’s the best in the Commonwealth!” he bragged, slinging an arm around Woozi’s shoulders and pulling his reluctant body in close for a side hug. Woozi’s face contorted into a face of displeasure, grumbling as he tried to remove Hoshi’s vicelike grip from around his neck. You chuckled at the sight, a lopsided grin making its way onto your face at the unusual sight.

“I’ll believe when I see it. I’m sorry if I was interrupting something…” you trailed off, shifting your gaze between the two men.

“No, you weren’t! Come sit!” Hoshi he exclaimed, grabbing the nearest box and pulling it over so you could sit on the other side of Hoshi. “Are you new here?”

“I am. I just came to get my rifle repaired,” you looked to Woozi who quickly avoided your gaze. “I’m staying and working at the Dugout Inn for now.”

“Ah, so Jeonghannie finally found someone to fill up that spot? Good luck! I heard it’s a tough job.”

“If her bite is anything like her bark, then she should be ok,” Woozi commented, his fingers stalling from where they fidgeted atop the counter momentarily as he seemed to register what he just said. Your eyebrows crawled their way up your forehead to your hairline, a strange heat bursting through your body that had you fighting a weird grin at the backwards compliment.

Hoshi’s head whipped between the both of you, a dazed look upon his face as his brain attempted to keep up with the conversation, when suddenly, something clicked in his happy little noggin, and his lips that were once hanging open in confusion now smoothed into a devious smirk, his eyes shining brighter with mischief and evil glee than any blaze produced by a nuke. You saw Woozi still, body staying as stiff as a board, glaring so darkly at Hoshi that you were sure the boy was bound to wilt and crumble underneath the weight of his gaze, but Hoshi was undeterred, simply turning to face you and giving you a smile too sweet to be true.

“Do you have to go back to the Dugout right now?” he asked, manoeuvring around in his seat away from the pair of pliers Woozi was subtly digging into his back. You shook your head no.

“I don’t have to start my shift until a few hours.”

That saccharine smile of his got even wider, eyes smiling along with it as he looked absolutely tickled pink.

“Perfect,” he giggled, raising his eyebrows playfully at a dour looking Woozi who refused to acknowledge either of the other occupants currently in his workshop. “We can use this as an excuse to get to know you better. So, tell me about yourself!”

“Wait,” Hoshi breathed, hunched over in his seat as he tried to get a rein on his poorly contained giggles, face red and sore from grinning so hard. “The guy let you go, because you told him the fairies needed help with planting mutfruit? And he believed you?”

You chuckled amiably, your own face as bright as Hoshi’s. “Yeah! He said that he can’t get in the way of the fairies, so he put his gun away and pushed me away, told me to hurry. He was completely insane!”

“Wow! What an idiot!” Hoshi yelled, and the two of you roared with laughter. Woozi looked on with a small fond smile on his face, his own quiet giggles slipping past his lips, and looking happier and livelier than you think you’ve ever seen since you met him. And that didn’t help anything. At all. Because he looked so incredibly nice when he was smiling and laughing and joking with Hoshi and even yourself a few times, the dickish exterior of his slowly chipping away piece by piece and gradually revealing what a perfect human being he was capable of being when he wasn’t snarking at you. And you hated how he made those twists in your stomach turn into complete hurricanes, your heart being knocked around in your chest with the turbulence in your tummy.

Laughter dying down, you glanced up at the sky and your lips tugged downwards in a frown. Evening had fallen upon the city. You’d need to start work now. Sighing in dismay, you heaved your body off the box and shook your legs to relieve yourself of the numb and stiffness that had gathered.

“I should get going. Jeonghan’ll be looking for me, and I don’t wanna leave Jackson handling the bar on his own for too long,” you explained, fingers pulling your jacket tighter around your form against the cold evening chill. Hoshi opened his mouth to say something, but Woozi surprisingly beat him to it.

“Will you be back again tomorrow?” he questioned, his dark eyes flitting around you but never on you for too long. You paused in your movements, having not expected the question, and your brain rushed to come up with some sort of intelligent answer, when really it was simple. You would. Definitely.

“Y-Yeah,” you mumbled, scratching embarrassingly at the back of your neck and shuffling on your feet. “I will. Be back. Tomorrow.” Woozi bit at the corner of his lip, trying his hardest not to punch the teasing smile on Hoshi’s face.

“Uh, alright. I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he replied awkwardly, and Hoshi had to keep from smashing his head against the wall to escape the awkwardness. “Back to annoy me some more,” he teased, but it was weak and you knew it, and that damned tornado was nearly ripping through your abdomen at this point.

“Yeah, sure. Uhm, later,” you turned and walked away from the booth, sending a quick wave over your shoulder at the two of them in the booth, and then you were disappearing in the crowd.

Woozi stared until you were out of sight, and then his eyes were focused on Hoshi’s stupid smug face. He huffed, crossing his arms on the worktop and staring straight ahead at the dull wall.

“Shut up.”

“I never said anything,” Hoshi sang, leaning irritatingly close to Woozi and invading his personal space unbearably. “But, if I were to say something, it’d be why didn’t you tell your best friend you were in love sooner?”

Woozi stuttered, disbelief etched in his features as he shoved Hoshi away roughly, said boy losing his balance and nearly face planting into the floor.

“In love?!” he exclaimed, scoffing one too many times to be considered normal, and his facing growing increasingly redder like a Nuka-Cola cap. He shook his head furiously, throwing his tools messily back into their places in the box and looking anywhere but Hoshi. No. He was not in love. Definitely not. He wasn’t…anything. He thinks.

“Ah, so you’re not in love, you’re in lust,” Hoshi supplies.

Maybe. “No, I’m really not, Soonyoung.” Lies. You like the outside and want to crack her open to see what’s on the inside. Even deeper than lust, you moron. Funny, he could almost hear you when that invasive thought appeared in his mind.

“But you want something, don’t you?”

“Hoshi, I will punch you if you don’t shut up right now,” Woozi threatened, his glare strong enough to burn, and even Hoshi seemed to think over whatever taunts he was about to spew on Woozi.

“But you clearly feel something about her if you’re acting this weird! I’ve never seen you laugh at anyone as much as you did with her! It’s clearly love, why are you denying this?!”

“I’m not in love, Hoshi. And even if I did, hypothetically, feel something for her – which, I don’t, by the way – nothing would ever happen. She hates me, I hate her” Woozi chose to ignore the scoff Hoshi made at that, “and we’re at each other’s throats whenever we’re together. So, even if I did, hypothetically, try something, what am I supposed to do to make her like me…hypothetically?”

Woozi felt pathetic, because try as he might, he really cannot brush aside the erratic and annoying beating of his heart, sounding like a war drum in his chest whenever your eyes made contact with his, or how your voice sounded just that little bit easier on the ears than others, or even how your fiery spirit set ablaze his own, his need to impress coming out stronger than ever but not for contemptuous reasons.

“Just be yourself,” Hoshi advised, and Woozi gave a pitiful grimace, taking a seat and staring somewhat wistfully at his boots.

“��Myself’ is not exactly the most appealing thing, Hoshi,” he mumbled, distractedly picking at loose skin hanging around his calloused fingers. He started when Hoshi placed a hand on his shoulder, the touch soft and warm like a calm summer’s day, and looked up to see Hoshi’s friendly smile and kind eyes.

“Yes, you are. You are amazing, Jihoon. You are talented, funny, kind, amazing, everything in the book. And we all love you. Look at all your friends! We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t see past that hard shell of yours to see the wonderful person hiding underneath. So, stop moping, give a smile every once in a while, and ask them out. I know you can do it!” he beamed, and Woozi relaxed infinitely, Hoshi’s kind words giving him that boost he hadn’t known he needed.

Nodding his head slightly, he mulled over Hoshi’s words. “Thank you, Soonyoung. Really,” he rubbed the back of his neck out of awkwardness, but Hoshi simply chuckled sweetly.

“Never a problem. But seriously, ask them on a date. Or at least talk to them. Something tells me lady luck may be on your side. Just try!”

Woozi snorted in amusement. Ok, he figures he could smile a bit more. And snap a bit less. Maybe a lot less. Because after today’s conversation, he saw you really weren’t that bad. You were…nice. But a different kind of nice. Not a Jaebum kind of nice, where they have a conversation here and there whenever they pass each other and just talk about whatever’s going on. You were nice in a way he couldn’t comprehend, but he needed more of it like it was a drug you were supplying. And he knows if you want something done right, you better do it yourself. Feeling better, albeit a little nervous, he sat up straighter and grinned slightly at Hoshi.

“Ok, maybe I will.”

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commonwealthoccurences · 4 years ago

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Fallout 4 February

Welcome to the Fallout 4 February prompt list! Fics will be posted daily throughout the month of February, following the list of prompts I put together. The list is a mix of classic fanfiction tropes and songfic prompts from the Diamond City Radio soundtrack. If anyone else would like to participate and consider this a sort of writing challenge, I more than welcome it!

That being said, from now (1/27/2021) until February, I will be taking a break and preparing behind the scenes for Fo4B! If I don’t answer your asks until February, this is why! Please be patient. <3

Additionally, at the very end, there will be an announcement (I won’t be saying more than that👀)

Without further ado, here’s what to expect throughout February:

(Italics are tropes, bolded are song prompts)

Day 1: Only One Bed

Day 2: One More Tomorrow

Day 3: Fake Dating Turns Real

Day 4: Orange Colored Sky

Day 5: Hurt/Comfort

Day 6: Maybe

Day 7: Snowed In

Day 8: Crazy He Calls Me

Day 9: Character Death

Day 10: Crawl Out Through The Fallout

Day 11: Enemies to Lovers

Day 12: The Wanderer

Day 13: Didn’t Know They Were Dating

Day 14: Atom Bomb Baby

Day 15: Trapped In An Elevator

Day 16: I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire

Day 17: Huddling for Warmth

Day 18: Easy Living

Day 19: Presumed Dead

Day 20: Happy Times

Day 21: Childhood Sweethearts

Day 22: Pistol Packin’ Mama

Day 23: Mutual, Oblivious Pining

Day 24: Right Behind You Baby

Day 25: Modern AU

Day 26: Undecided

Day 27: Cyberpunk AU

Day 28: I’m The One You're Looking For

March 1st: ???

#Fallout 4 February #Fallout 4 #Fo4

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tottwritesfanfic · 7 years ago

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So, I was tagged by @gilrael for the following:

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on.

This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets!

HOO BOY.

Listen, my first reaction was pretty much “I can’t list all the things I’m currently working on. It’s...no one wants to read that whole list. It’s too long. There’s too much.”

I have been called out good and proper, but you know what? This is what the read more button was made for. These won’t be in any particular order, because I really don’t have an “order” in which I work on things? Also, some of these projects are so far on the back-burner that I really can’t say I’m actively working on them, but I never know when inspiration will strike next and divert me from what I should be doing. Essentially, if it makes the list, I think of it in my head as “imma finish this.”

Buckle up peeps, because we May Be Some Time.

My Epic YA Fantasy Series Featuring Pretty Much Zero Romance. I neglect this series way too much for something I consider my firstborn, but this is my Passion, okay. My very username is derived from the initials of the series title. I’ve been writing and rewriting it for almost two thirds of my life now, and one day when I have something to show for that labour of love, I will be screaming about it from the rooftops. Mark my words. Also I counted this as one but there’s like...at least five novels, and also shitloads of maps and worldbuilding notes, and songs, and I have a boxfile of old pictures drawn by myself or my sister, and progress on three or four conlangs... It’s hard to really convey just how much of this shit there actually is, if I’m honest.

Hope’s Fire My first ever proper fanfic, and also sorely neglected of late. I love this story so much though, and once I push past the block I have for the current chapter I can’t wait to progress with it, because there are fuuuun times ahead.

A Standalone Novel (sucky working title is “The Aspect’s Choice”) Another YA novel, which...actually has a complete draft? Like, start to finish with no skipped scenes or anything like that. There’s magic and shit, and also no romance for the lead, it’s like this is a theme in my works or something (there’s a background romance this time tho, for those of you who like shipping).

A Fantasy Trilogy about paradoxes and multidimensional travel. I’m mentioning this one now even though I’m kinda...not working on it that much, because I’ve borrowed heavily from it for some fanfic projects. The first novel is a fantasy spy thriller, the second is a sort of...ensemble piece about a major disaster at a futuristic interdimensional traffic control place a lot like an airport/train station, and the third one is a journey through space and time on a sorta magic train which explains how the fuck the first two books are actually connected.

A World of Trouble (The Spy AU) Haikyuu fic! I started this for the HQ Brofest last year and it’s really taken off. The plot for this story was shamelessly nicked from the first book in the above trilogy, albeit with some fairly substantial divergences.

Until We Move On My...actually, daaamn, this was my first HQ fic. I entered this fandom in a fairly definite fashion, with Suga already dead and Oikawa following shortly after - I swear it’ll have a happy ending for them both eventually tho.

Metanoia, Renascent, and Equanimity (the Trinacriform series) I debated listing these separately, to be honest. There’s no denying that Metanoia and Equanimity are higher up on my list of things to work on than Renascent is right now, but all three are still important to me and all three are going to be finished someday. Ultimately they’re here as one because holy shit this list is going to be long enough already. Rest assured I do actually think of them as three separate entities in my head!

The Triffid AU (just gonna list these because there are Several and holy shit I’m still so far from the end): Dangers Unseen - First in the series, Karasuno accidentally sleep through the apocalypse. Interview Transcripts - Set a few months after DU; tells all the side-stories I have to skip in DU for pacing reasons. Seijoh arc (current working title of “In Search of Silver” which will almost certainly change) - I haven’t posted any of this yet but it’s hecking angsty. A Bit Like Home - Sequel to Dangers Unseen, set a year or so after. Also hasn’t been posted anywhere yet. At the moment it’s mostly bokuaka stuff but the idea is for it to be a collection of sorta halfway standalone stories. I have more ideas for this AU than just these, but I haven’t started writing them yet and I’m not GOING to until this list gets shorter.

An Error of Cat-Astrophic Proportions I’m not gonna lie, this basically started out as a stupid halfway-joking crack fic and it got out of control.

Partner Fic to “The Carpenter’s Gift” I started writing this and got a couple of thousand words in and then basically started over. I’ll get there. Probably not before the following though:

KiyoYachi Soul Animal AU fic Set in the same universe as “The Carpenter’s Gift”, sorta...around the same time?

Another Original Fantasy Trilogy I love my fantasy, okay? The three novels in this series are all technically started, although only two of them have any substance: The Legend and the Lake is a novel about a Great Hero, and how he...actually isn’t as much of a hero as he’s going to be remembered as. Spells and Fire is about a real fucking hero and her apprentices, and how she absolutely will not be given full credit for all she does (because she’s a bit of an arse) The Lake Guardian’s Child will be a story about a minor goddess who meets a mortal that immediately falls in love with her, and their journey to cure him of that love because he’s actually sorta engaged already.

Not Within This Restless Heart A HQ!! poly soulmate au which will probably piss off a lot of people by teh end, because no one who’s read it seems to have caught on about how complex the poly relationship is actually gonna be.

Digimon Frontier Fic - working title “Loss and Gain” I can’t really explain this one properly. It’s Angst, that’s all.

Best Laid Plans A secret santa fic I need to finish! I have part of the second and final chapter written, but life intervened and I lost my flow. Hoping to get back to it some time in the next week.

Bokuto Koutarou’s Excellent, Totally Foolproof Plan To Save Christmas As above, really (except it’s the final of 3 chapters, and it’s also the sort-of sequel to “An Error of Cat-Astrophic Proportions” ). I want to finish this up soon, so hopefully life will stop being annoying!

Lifetime Achievement Ennotana fic in which Ennoshita is a film director up for a highly prestigious award he’s dreamed of for his whole life...but he has amnesia and it currently means nothing to him.

Travellers AU - Yachi story For the HQ Brofest! Details are hush-hush for now but it’s the same universe as my time travel practical joke fics. Expect similarly ridiculous stuff.

Things We Misplaced Someone accidentally challenged me to write angsty smut which wasn’t hatesex. Smut is not my thing but I’m really stubborn okay, so I’m writing it.

BNHA Bang Fic Details are under wraps for now, but it’s gonna be fun.

A Zine Fic. It’s early days, okay?

Swansong It angst. Also not being posted to this account, for Reasons.

The Digital Fallout AU A ridiculously wide-scope Digimon AU featuring crossover appearances from like, almost all the series. It’s very much on the back burner for now but I still like thinking about it. Someday. Currently comprises of two kinda short fics: “Adventure’s End” and “The Home Frontier” but I’ve planned a LOT further.

Connection Problems This was going to be for the HQBB in 2017 but I got a massive block and had to put it on hold. I’m hoping to revisit it and finish it up by...maybe Halloween.

The Book An original novel I’ve intermittently been working on for a few years now. Essentially the titular book may or may not be sentient, but it is definitely malicious.

First Draft The..um...sequel to my standalone novel, and both my fantasy trilogies. In my defence it started out as a joke and spiralled out of control and now I want to write it for real but I literally have seven novels to finish first.

...so yeah. That’s more or less all my active (on some level) writing projects. Hopefully I didn’t forget anything! There are a few more which I have ideas for, but I haven’t started them yet and I’m not going to until this shitstorm is a little less overwhelming. I also have costumes for my kids that I’m about to make, but...I’m not going into other creative ventures here because I will literally never finish. Oh, and there’s tagging, too... Huge apologies for dragging you to the end of this hot mess, but I’m calling on @draculasstrawhat and @ahiddenpath along with any other mutuals who didn’t already get tagged (I know I took long enough to do this that a lot of people already did!) No obligations of course, but I love seeing what people are up to!

#tag memes #progress update #tott's life #i'm pretty much hopeless I know

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bughead-fic-request · 7 years ago

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I would like to thank @leaalda for making these amazing banners.

This is an effort to spread the word about all fan fiction writers in our little fandom. If you would like to be featured or nominate a writer, please contact me. Please reblog this post if you can and check out some of @raptorlily work!

1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

You can find all my work on my Ao3 profile.

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

I’m in my early twenties taking my first Bambi steps out into the Real World and wanting to walk them right back.

I’m quirky and friendly and although it’s not apparent always, it is in fact difficult for me to sit still. I do my best thinking when I’m pacing or jogging. I walk and tumblr (or Ao3) a lot. It’s probably doing terrible things for my posture.

I collect rocks from everywhere I’ve been in the world. I have a picture folder on my phone dedicated to fat, baby animals. I have an obsession with things that go vroom!

3. What do you never leave home without?

My phone and my water bottle full of cold tea.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

It depends. By default, though, I’m an early bird.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

Honestly, none of them. There’s always some apocalyptic doomsday crap going down in all the interesting fictional worlds. I’m an escapist but I’m not that much of an escapist, you feel me?

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

Curtis Joseph. He jokingly jumped into a round of beach volleyball with my friends. I had no idea who he was until people started running up and asking for his autograph. I also have had a few run-in’s with my country’s Super Star Prime Minister.

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

Almost Famous, Princess Bride, Goodfellas, When Harry Met Sally, Scarface… those are just some that come to mind. If I see them on TV, I’ll stop and watch them no matter how many times I’ve seen them.

TV shows at the moment are Ozark, Suits, Walking Dead, Riverdale and Game of Thrones. Twin Peaks is on my list too.

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

I have bands of the moment. Lately, I’ve been jamming to the Børns, Imagine Dragons, Lana del Rey, the Struts, Portugal. The Man, and Young and the Giant.

Rolling Stones, Queen, and the Scorpions, though, those are my follow-forevers.

9. Favorite Books?

Princess Bride by William Goldman is one I re-read every other year.

Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman, A Song of Ice and Fire series by Evil Santa, The Accursed King series by Daurice Druon

Non-Fiction, I always return to books by Malcom Gladwell, Daniel Kahneman and Nassim Nicholas Taleb. Thinking, Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman in particular is a life bible. Highly recommend - this is one of those books you will want to take notes on and it’ll take you some time to get through, but worth it.

10. Favorite Food?

Simple Carbohydrates. The cheesier and softer, the better. Cheesy Garlic loaf is choice.

Also, I LOVE curry dishes on principle. And spicy. Really spicy.

11. Biggest pet peeve?

People getting irrationally upset with retail workers (or service staff) over problems that are no fault of their own.

Runner ups: Traffic at a time and place where it wasn’t anticipated; slow walkers that are impossible to dodge around, and people who go out of their way to be petty and make life difficult for others.

12. What did you want to be when you were little? What do you want to be now?

I wanted to be lots of things; judge, teacher, veterinarian, professional pizza eater, etc. Now I’m technically going into urban planning, but I’m questioning my choices…

13. What are your biggest fears? Do you have any strange fears?

I have a fear of being buried alive or tied down. My strangest fear is being experimented on, abused, or tortured in a lab or cell (which isn’t really strange, per say, but most people don’t usually fret about this sort of thing). The movie, Hostel and I ended things on REALLY bad terms.

14. When you are on your deathbed what would be the one you’d regret not doing?

Falling in love, travelling, making the most of my life.

Okay… lets talk about your writing!

15. Which is your favorite of the fics you've written for the Bughead fandom?

Make it Work. It’s light, it’s breezy and it’s how I originally pictured the Jughead x Betty relationship going, more or less, in the comics.

16. Which was the hardest to write, in terms of plot?

Hearts in Velvet, because it demands its own setting and history and all sorts of little details… but that’s also what I like about it. It’s a challenge.

17. How do you come up with the ideas for you fic(s)? Do you people watch? Listen to music? Get inspired by TV/movies?

I get inspired while walking or driving or running on the treadmill. Basically, as long as I am moving. I usually have some kind of music on at the time. I’m really warming up to the idea of compiling playlists for when I’m writing.

18. Idea that you always wanted to write but could never make work?

Oh, I have plotbunnies all the time; it’s just sitting down to write that is always the hard part for me.

I wanted to write a Wizard of Oz-esque, post-apocalyptic Riverdale fic borrowing elements from Fallout 4. Too big of a project. I had a coffee shop AU that I abandoned because it felt out of character (I always keep the gang together in my AU’s). I was toying around with a Werewolf AU too, but I realized it was something I wanted to read more than I wanted to write.

19. Least favorite plot point/chapter/moment you’ve written?

The more I look at it, the less I like And Other Collisions in general. But I’m going to come back to it and figure it out.

20. Favorite plot point/chapter/moment you’ve written?

From A River in Egypt:

Betty going school-girl over a boy other than Archie signals a turning point in the story, he knows, and Jug figures it should be a good thing but somehow it feels a lot like he wants to stab the pencil he’s holding into the worn cork of his desk.

“I just emailed the proof to Sven,” Betty says. “Do you mind picking up the print on your way home tonight?”

Oh yeah. Just stab-itty, stab, stab it. Repeatedly. Draw a Nirvana smile and just BAM! Give it a nose.

“Planning on making it a late night?” he asks aloud and he’s so preoccupied he’s forgotten to carefully pluck and scour the bitter out from between his teeth.

Betty pauses in the middle of buttoning up her coat and looks at him so sharply the end of her ponytail whips her cheek.

"This whole Trev thing is really bothering you, isn't it?"

Her lips curl a touch; he can't tell if its smugness or amusement.

Jughead feels heat crawl up his neck to crouch behind his ears.

"I'm just mad I didn't think of it first. You get to do a shake down and get a free meal out of the whole thing."

He throws the pencil back into its holder. He misses and it bounces off the desk, onto the floor and rolls right under Betty’s soft blue ballet-ish shoe.

"Is that really all you ever think about?” She tilts her head to one side. “Food?"

And he swears there’s a stitch of disappointment woven into that question there, somewhere.

"I'm a growing teenage boy, Betts. I need the protein."

She crosses her arms and he remembers why he has to work so hard at keeping her off-balance. Betty Cooper knows him. And while there's a 50/50 chance she'll demure from calling anyone else out on their bullshit (Archie especially), Jughead never seems to gets off scot-free.

“Really?" She pops a hip and an eyebrow and now he knows they're treading somewhere perilous. "Because, if I didn’t know you any better, I would’ve said you were jealous.”

“It’s a good thing you know me then.”

And there, he slaps it down on the table like a face-down card to show her he's got nothing up his sleeve and it's suddenly a game of chicken and poker rolled into one.

The rules of engagement require him to look her in the eyes and he takes his time to draw himself up lazily, gaze climbing up the curve of her pink-sweater enclosed arms, past the collar of her shirt, the point of her chin, the sweet bow of her lips, nose, before finally meeting The Green. He tilts a smirk up at her, but she smirks and stares back too.

21.Favorite character to write?

Cheryl, actually. And in some incarnations, Veronica. I like writing women who are ballbusters.

Jughead is the runner up.

22. Favorite line or lines of dialogue that you've written?

“I’m a growing boy, Betts. Dwayne ‘the Rock’ Johnson needs to eat ten pounds of cod a day to maintain his physique. I need about the same in artery-clogging goodness to maintain mine.”

23. Best comment/review you’ve ever received?

I have a handful comments that I come back to re-read over and over again; especially when I’m beginning to doubt myself. They’re usually the ones that show genuine excitement and engagement with what I’ve written. The people who do this already know who they are and I hope they know that I’m thankful for them every day.

24. How do you handle bad reviews or comments?

It depends on the day I’m having and the type of review. Sometimes you can tell the person is just trying to be an asshat and ruin your day to feel better about themselves. Sometimes it’s just disheartening. I once got a backhanded compliment from someone who said they were expecting me to abandon my fics, which I suppose was meant to spur me into updating but it only pissed me off.

25. If you could change anything in any of your stories, what would it be?

At any given time, I have like twenty different things I want to change about a story, chapter or paragraph, that it’s impossible to list them all. But if I followed that impulse, I’d never finish anything.

26. What is your favorite story you’ve ever written? Any fandom?

I have a BBC Musketeer story that I took down a while ago because I got into the fandom late and felt discouraged. I found it recently and I wished I continued it for its own sake, because it was a lot of fun.

One of my first multi-chapter fanfics also holds a place in my heart: a BTAS story featuring Batgirl and Robin teaming up to take down King Tut. It’s horribly written, but the plot was kick ass.

27. What are you reading right now? Both fan fiction and general fiction?

I read a lot of non-fiction offline. Mostly books about psychology and socioeconomics. “Fooled by Randomness” by Nassim Nicholas Taleb is on my nightstand.

The stories I'm avidly following are: all the roads we have to walk by @stillscape, Vespertine by @yavannies, Keeping The Old by @createandconstruct, Don't Drink The Maple Water by @christah88 and check yes, Juliet by @fairytelling, Contact Cement by @justcourbeau, The Darkest of Times by @writing-as-tracey, my youth ain't tangled up in bad decisions by @lessoleilscouchants, and those are just the ones off the top of my head...

My to-read and to-comment list is getting long, but as a sampler: heart rise above by @onceuponamirror, The Stacks by @malmo722, Wicked Games by @jugheadszombie, Second City by @cooperjones2020, Something to Tell You by @findingbetty, etc, etc. I have a backlog of commentary I have to get to as well.

28. Do you have an advice for writers that want to get into this fandom but might be scared?

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone. It’s not something most people want to hear, especially when they’re struggling with shyness or anxiety, but fear has us always stepping back into smaller and smaller circles and it has a cumulative effect; the longer you resist putting yourself out there, the harder it will be as time goes on.

Reach out to people, even if you’re trembling from limb to limb. Engage in conversations with them about their stories or their fanwork or just say hello. The cool thing about fandom is that you already know that people in it have something in common with you and you can always fall back on fangirling over something. And the majority of us are socially awkward goofs to begin with, so we’re a lot more open and friendly to people who are trying to put themselves out there. Start with interacting on tumblr via reblogs or leaving comments on people’s works. Send people questions off-anon. Once you get a bit more familiar with who is who in the fandom and you’ve made contact with people, it gets a lot easier.

But always, ALWAYS share your work and don’t be afraid to promote yourself. You may not be noticed straight away, someone always DOES notice.

#bughead author spotlight #fan fiction #fan fiction writers #ao3 #Bughead #bughead fanfiction #betty cooper #jughead jones #jughead x betty #betty x jughead #riverdale #raptorlily #make it work #a river in egypt #and other collisions #hearts in velvet

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words-writ-in-starlight · 8 years ago

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Star Wars Camelot AU Fucking Go

CLEARLY Finn is King of Camelot, destinedruler of all Albion, hero-king snatched from a training center designed to churn outdevoted soldiers for a dangerous faction rising in the wake of the previouswicked king’s demise (Palpatine, obvs)

Rey is his queen and court enchanter, andFinn met her after being separated from his guardsan attack by bandits—shewhomped him good with a staff and threw him into a lake with magic. Naturally, he brought her back to his citadeland was like “This is our new court enchanter, she used to be a feral mountainchild” and within a few months everyone went “Hey Finn what if you got married”and he went “Sounds great, meet your new queen!” And everyone was EITHER really delighted ORcompletely horrified. They’re a kickasscouple and Rey is really good with seeing possible lines of influence and Finnis actually a killer diplomat and basically they rock.

With the help of their Most Loyal and TrustedKnight, who would DIE for his king, especially since Finn swooped in and savedhim when his quest went horribly awry in the process of booking it from theFirst Order. Obviously this is the adoptedson of the Lady of the Lake, Sir Poe Dameron (du Lac)…

You see where I’m going with this.

KyloRen is breathless when he dashes into the king’s study, the crash of the heavywood door drawing King Finn’s attention at once. The strong lines of his face creases into abroad, friendly smile as he straightens up, setting aside his work andgesturing to a chair.

“SirBen,” the king says warmly. “What can Ido for you?”

KyloRen keeps his face still at the old name and remains standing. He tries to look anxious, even stricken,wringing his hands and glancing away from Finn’s gaze. “Sire,” he says, and tries to make it soundlike the word is hard to get out because he’s stressed, rather than because theword is sour in his mouth—usurper, hesnarls in his mind. “I don’t—I don’tquite know how to tell you this, but.”

Hestops.

Finnfrowns, folding both hands on his desk. “It’s all right, Ben,” Finn says, gentle. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh,sire,” Kylo Ren says, plastering a look of dismay onto his face. He quashes down the flicker of something likeguilt at throwing his foster brother to the wolves of fate, but needs must. “I saw—I saw—I’m sorry, sire, I saw the queenand Sir Dameron kissing on the battlements.”

Theking’s face does something indefinable. Despite Finn’s talents as a diplomat and general, he never did quiteconquer the habits instilled by wearing a helm at all times before leaving theOrder. Kylo Ren can usually read himperfectly, but now… Finn could bethinking anything.

There’sa long beat of silence, the only sound the crackling of the fire, before Finnsays, “Thank you for telling me, Ben. Pleasedon’t discuss this with anyone until I have the chance to sort things out.”

“Ofcourse, sire,” Kylo Ren says, bowing from the waist as Finn rises and stridestoward the door. He lets himself grin,wild and triumphant, as the door closes behind Finn. His master’s plan is working beautifully.

KyloRen remains under this impression for three days, during which Sir Poe isnowhere to be found and the king and queen spend the vast majority of theirtime having conversations in low tones, conversations that come to abrupt andawkward ends whenever someone comes close enough to overhear.

Andthen on the third evening Sir Poe is back and Kylo Ren sits back comfortably towait for the fallout.

He’sutterly confused when, the next morning, breakfast is a positively jubilantaffair presided over by a beaming king, with Queen Rey giggling at his lefthand and Sir Poe smiling almost shyly on his right.

In which the plans of Kylo Ren Mordredare thwarted by convenient threesomes. So instead of a lot of catastrophe and death and Camlann, the Camelotarmy survives Camlann and so do Finn and Rey and Poe, and they go to war with theFirst Order and Kylo Ren, foster brother of Sir Poe Lancelot, revealshimself as a sneaky-ass traitor and thus we preserve a lot of the knife-twistybetrayal aspect that makes Le Morte D’Arthur so tragic.

Other highlights include:

Luke is the ex-court enchanter who wasrunning a small school for magic users before every student was murderedfifteen years ago by a knight in strange black armor, with a sword limned inred fire—Luke went into hiding in a forest afterward, and no one ever found outwho the killer was.

LEIA THE LADY OF THE LAKE, KINGMAKER ANDARMY-RAISER AND STRONG IN THE MAGIC OF THE WORLD—in this universe, theslaughter of the village of Alderaan was the last desperate ploy of KingPalpatine, who had been bled badly by the rebellion led by Leia, lady of thenoble house Organa and adopted daughter of Alderaan’s magistrate. After being mortally wounded defending herpeople, Leia’s comrade and lover, the sellsword Han, brought her to the edge ofthe lake of Avalon on her command, and her lost twin brother met them there. Leia’s blood spilled into the lake and shewas bound to it, body and soul—immortal and unaging, a servant of the deepmagics. Despite her somewhat…nontraditionalcircumstances, Leia helps raise, arm, and empower the army that Finn leads ontothe field of Camlann, and he wields the sword Excalibur that she gave him. She’s his most trusted advisor on militarymatters.

Poe was a foundling, but Ben is Leia’s son,blood and bone, a gift from the power of the lake when Leia wished for achild. His betrayal, believing that hehas been cheated of the magic that should have been his, is a bitter thing.

The fighter pilots are the Knights of theRound Table.

Poe’s horse is a chestnut named Beebee.

No member of Rogue One was a knight duringtheir life—two monks, a desperate escaped message rider from Palpatine’s army,a spy for the Rebellion and his ill-tempered manservant, and a criminal wantedin half a dozen cities under half a dozen names. They weren’t knighted after their deaths, either,after their suicide mission into the heart of enemy territory to send word ofthe terrible squadron of mercenaries known as the Star—the message rider makesit out of the citadel of Scarif, bleeding down his horse’s flank, and liveslong enough to tell Leia in person before he dies. But nonetheless they are remembered as thebest of the Rebellion’s loyal knights.

IDK Anakin is still a fuckup but he’s notForce Jesus, he’s just stupidly powerful in terms of magic with critically poorjudgement, and the Jedi were an order of enchanters who were still reallyunhelpful with the whole ‘emotion’ and ‘attachment’ thing so basically thatwent about the same, Padme is dead and Anakin stomps around in black armor that’sbeen bonded to his severed limbs by Super Dark Magic.

Poe takes that entire three days to go to theedge of the lake of Avalon and panic in full Technicolor at Leia, who puts upwith it for about a day and a half before she points at him and goes “Listencarefully while I impart the wisdom of the ages to you.” And he listens and then he’s taken very abackwhen she says, slow and articulate as if she thinks he’s taken one too manyblows to the head, “Fuck them both.” Heblinks at her and she clarifies, like she thinks he might have misheard her, “Iam telling you to have sex with the king and his wife.”

Far be it from Poe of all people to disregardthe advice of the Lady of the Lake.

#star wars fic #star wars #jedistormpilot #finn #rey #poe dameron #camelot au #the damerons #general leia #starlight writes stuff #(yes i will get to my unfinished au universes but here i banged this out during class)#asked and answered #fic request #my dear laurens #i don't know y'all like listen #star wars and camelot are inherently antiparallel stories #one starts with disaster and one ends with disaster so here i kind of mashed them together really messy and hoped for the best #idk #now i have to write a cv for myself and it will be terrible #and then i have to do biochem and that will be worse #but here here is a fic #for the first time in literally months #but like listen i will shortly be free again and you will all have so much fic you won't know what to do with it #i'm actually pretty enthused with this au?#like?#i think it went really well?#and i'm really into leia as the lady of the lake with poe as pseudo-lancelot

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victorluvsalice · 5 years ago

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AU Thursday: Tell Me Where To Find Shelter -- The Reboot

Okay, so -- this past Saturday, I brought back the Pentatonix/Lindsey Stirling cover of Imagine Dragon’s “Radioactive,” and commented that part of the reason the song was on my mind was because I’ve been really getting into Fallout 4, which I’m playing with Victor as my Sole Survivor. This mean that, of course, I have a Valice AU for the game -- “Tell Me Where To Find Shelter.” I originally came up with a rather simplistic version of the AU aaaalll the way back in 2016, based on what little I knew about the game (and the series in general) from getting into the Fallout Shelter mobile game and seeing a friend’s posts about her Sole Survivor. That original version could be summed up as basically “the prologue sequence, only Victor and Victoria are secretly in a poly relationship with Emily, who dies too when their kid is stolen, and Victor discovers Alice alive in the Vault as the only other one who made it -- they go out into the Wasteland together to discover what happened to Victor’s kid.” Pretty simple, right?

Yeah, you can throw all that out. Now, I have actually played the game, spoiled myself on the main quest and a lot of the side quests because I don’t give a damn, and have done a bit of research on the history of the Fallout verse as a whole. (Short version: It sucks. It sucks a lot.) So I have a lot of new ideas, meaning it’s time to reboot this verse! I wouldn’t expect a full-fledged story to come out of this (you’ve seen me panicking over the size of “Londerland Bloodlines,” right? Which is based off an action RPG that is reasonably linear and has a timeline of a month? Fallout 4 is open world and while the main quest is linear, the fact that I’ve been able to ignore it for MONTHS in-game because I can’t say no to Preston Garvey is -- eeep), but I may at least do a few snippets and whatnot.

So! Let me share what I’ve got regarding Victor’s history as the Sole Survivor of Vault 111 -- I’m gonna try to keep it to more general thoughts as I’m not totally up on the history of the Fallout world, and things may have to be adjusted if I later discover that something in the canon strongly contradicts it:

-->I have got his birth date: June 9th, 2050. This makes him 27 at the start of Fallout 4, which I felt was reasonable based on the Fallout Wiki stating both Sole Survivors were likely born between the early 2040s and the mid 2050s.

-->I still want him to be born in England, and have his family move to America a little later in his life -- though when is complicated by the whole Euro-Middle Eastern War and the New Plague putting America under quarantine for a while. The latest I can imagine is them making it over in his early teens or so, having left the broken-down wreck of the U.K. to rebuild fortunes in America.

-->They do indeed rebuild fortunes in America -- Boston, Massachusetts, to be precise. William sets up an extremely lucrative fish-canning business and makes sure to support the military extensively. (The Four Leaf fishpacking plant is almost certainly one of his in this timeline.)

-->The Victor/Victoria/Emily poly thing still happens, kicked off by Victor’s parents pressuring him into dating Victoria (whom he likes), Victor making friends with Emily (whom he also likes) -- and Victor accidentally asking Emily to prom via trying to rehearse his lines to ask Victoria to prom. Feeling bad as Emily is coming off a really bad breakup with an ass named Barkis (who stole a lot of money from her in a long con), he clears it with both girls to take Emily, and later they help defend Victoria when Barkis returns during the party and try to rob her. This leads to a close friendship, which eventually becomes something more.

-->Victor ends up being pulled into the Sino-American war straight out of high school -- William attempts to buy his way out, but for once his money doesn’t work, and Victor ends up fighting in Anchorage, Alaska.

-->This version of Victor, while still into butterflies and moths, is also a tinkerer, and quickly becomes known among his fellow soldiers in Fox Company (108th Infantry Regiment, 2nd Battalion) as “that guy who can fix anything with duct tape and Wonderglue.” (I do enjoy my armor and gun mods -- everything must be deep pocketed!)

-->I’m not sure what Victor does to earn his “decorated war hero” status yet (probably saved the lives of a lot of men with some quick repairs and shooting), but it’s enough to finally get him discharged around 2076. Victoria and Emily had gotten together while he was stuck fighting, but are only too happy to let him into their relationship. Victor officially marries Victoria to keep his parents happy, and they move into Sanctuary Hills with Emily pretending to be their “eventual live-in babysitter” to avoid scrutiny from the parents.

-->And then, during a park escapade, Victoria ends up pregnant. Baby Shaun is welcomed to the world July 31st, 2077. Everyone is thrilled, and Victor picks up a Mr. Handy soon afterward to help with baby care.

-->And then, of course, the bombs drop on October 23rd, 2077. Victor, Victoria, Emily, and Shaun just barely make it into Vault 111, and end up in cryonic suspension -- Victoria is later shot when her and Victor’s pods are reactivated during the kidnapping, and Emily dies quietly when the life support is cut to all but Victor’s pod. Victor is absolutely devastated by their deaths, and takes Victoria’s wedding ring and Emily’s favorite butterfly hair clip as mementos to remember them by before leaving Vault 111.

-->As for the actual game stuff:

Victor’s starting SPECIAL stats were Strength 4, Perception 3, Endurance 7, Charisma 2, Intelligence 8, Agility 3, Luck 3. I’ve been mainly improving Strength for carry weight, though I recently started working seriously on bumping up Charisma because I have realized making it a dump stat was probably not the greatest idea.

I can’t list all his current perks off the top of my head, but Armorer and Gun Nut are up there -- he’s very much a shooty-bang-bang kind of guy, and I believe I mentioned loving deep pockets?

Victor hasn’t met all the factions yet, but -- he’s definitely a Minuteman. I am so easily distracted by those quests, it’s not even funny. ...Well, it’s a little funny. XD He was only too happy to help Preston Garvey’s group set up in Sanctuary Hills, and he and Preston are best friends now -- aka, Preston’s the first companion who idolizes me and whose perk I got. He’s a LITTLE awkward about the whole “General” thing (”Preston, you’re the one always telling ME what to do”) but he’ll grow into it.

As for the other factions -- he’s met Paladin Danse and helped him out at Arcjet, but refused the offer to join the Brotherhood. . .he might go back and do some missions with them, but I don’t think he’s going to like Elder Maxson’s views on synths and ghouls (Super Mutants -- okay, Super Mutants are assholes). He hasn’t met the Railroad yet, but I think he’ll like them and join up to help, even if he thinks some of their methods need tweaking. The Institute -- I think he’ll be of the mind that their discoveries are good, but they’re using them for such evil purposes, and -- ugh.

That being said, I’d like to go for the Minutemen ending that does not require warring with the Brotherhood of Steel, simply because there are kids on that airship and I’d feel bad shooting it down. If there was a way to just get rid of Maxson and maybe yank the Brotherhood closer to its Fallout 3 views. . .and if not blowing up the Institute was an option, Victor would be for it. Getting rid of the top brass who have completely written off the Commonwealth is one thing -- but the building, with all its advances? That could be useful.

Oh, and yes, he is adopting Synth Shaun -- but he is letting the kid know who and what he is, to help him forge his own path in life. (Synth Shaun also correctly guesses his new Dad feels awkward calling him by his predecessor’s name, and they decide on “Chester” instead.)

As for companions he’s currently met -- mentioned already that Preston’s his best friend, and he’s a solid supporter of the Minutemen. He adores Dogmeat and has made him a doghouse to live in at the Red Rocket near Sanctuary. He likes Piper Wright and her desire to spread the news quite a lot (and finds her attractive too). Danse he admires for his commitment to his men and his cause, but doesn’t really know him beyond that due to not joining the BoS. He IS very thankful for the gun, though -- Righteous Authority is useful! Codsworth and he had some rough moments at the beginning (I gave Mama Murphy some Jet for a vision, and poor guy got in the way of some friendly fire on an early trip), but seeing Victor get his modding on has improved their relationship quite a bit (Codsworth sees it as Victor getting back to his old helpful self). He’s encountered Ada and has grown quite fond of the little robot, wanting to help her avenge her slaughtered caravan family (WHY CAN I NOT HUG THE ROBOT). And he’s rescued Strong from Trinity Tower. . .and ended up getting sick of the Super Mutant’s constant negative comments toward humanity and inability to figure out stealth. He was helpful in taking back The Castle, but currently Victor’s got him living with a couple of settlers as a “guard” of sorts, in the hopes it’ll keep him busy and out of Victor’s hair.

And now you may notice there’s a strange lack in this longer-than-I-anticipated write-up. . .namely, where the hell is Alice? Well, that question has three answers:

-->For the purposes of my playthrough, I’m designating Piper as Alice -- she’s going to be Victor’s romance option in this game. (Me turning my attention to boosting Charisma may have been inspired by being unable to flirt with her during an affinity conversation no matter how many times I reloaded.)

-->An idea I had recently to put Alice in the verse was have her as a native-born Wastelander/escapee from a Vault (latter would probably be best to keep her history -- oh cripes, maybe she was from a Vault where BUMBY was OVERSEER, imagine THAT horror) who discovers the history of the “Order of Mysteries” (a group of women, lead by the old voice actress of the Mistress of Mysteries, who turned herself into a legit superhero post-Great War -- unfortunately betrayal led to the group dying out) and decides to take up the mantle, much like the Sole Survivor can become the Silver Shroud. She’d show up not long after Victor starts Shrouding around, asking to meet -- they’d have a little spar, end up fighting another enemy together, and she’d join up as a companion, leading to eventual romance.

-->But the first idea I had to get Alice into the story was. . .well. . .

Let me put it this way -- for quite a while, I was playing both Vampire: the Masquerade -- Bloodlines and Fallout 4 at the same time.

. . .yeah, I think this is going to need another post.

#tell me where to find shelter #fallout 4 #victor van dort #in which I ramble on a lot about an AU that really only lives in my head #so what else is new XD #yeah I was originally going to have the Van Dorts come to America when Victor was 15 #then I thought 'maybe that's too late'#looked at the timing of the Euro-Middle Eastern War #'okay maybe they leave when he's pretty young to get away from THAT mess'#and then I discovered the timing of the New Plague #'I'm not giving him up as English-born Fallout YOU CAN'T MAKE ME'#so yeah now that's happily vague #but he's in Boston and naturalized by the time he ends up in the Army #also can you tell what companion I like the least?#Strong I had high hopes for you #but then you WOULDN'T SHUT UP about Super Mutants killing everything #pathetically he admires me because I took him around killing lots of stuff while exploring the Commonwealth #also why is there no option to comfort Ada when she talks about her loss #I tried to and I got options like Disable Personality #no game fuck you #let me hug the robot #I have Feelings about this game now can you tell?#queued

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