#babylon 5 oc

[roguetelepaths]

memory

for @b5-minvember

content warnings: family separation, mentions of parental abandonment, implied systemic homophobia, cult indoctrination vibes (because Psi Corps)

summary: Chloe Ford dreams of her life before the Corps.

Sometimes, Chloe wakes up in the dorm blinking away tears, grasping at threads of a quickly vanishing memory. 

In her dreams, Chloe Ford— Chloe Neely— lives in a little house in the Scottish countryside, with two men whose faces are foggy and distorted, but whose voices are still perfectly clear to her even after all these years. She’s young, maybe four or five, running through the house in a sparkly green dress with iridescent stitched-on butterfly wings. One of her dads catches her, spins her around gently, and oh, she can feel his love for her, as truly as she can feel her own. 

“You're it!” he playfully shouts, squeezing her tight before setting her down. “Now, let's see how well you can find me.” 

She giggles, confident that she'll find him in no time at all. She's good at hide and seek. Really good. All she needs to do is just follow the background hum of idle thoughts he doesn't even know he's broadcasting. She counts to ten, then she's off, following the trail as best as she can, until… 

…just know they'll find any excuse to take her away from us…

She pauses. She knows her dads love her very much. She knows that they aren't able to have children of their own, so they wished for it really hard and asked the right government agencies really nicely and eventually, when she was too young to remember, she was given to them. They've told her that plenty of times. So why would anyone ever take her away? 

…there's no way the Psi Corps will ever let us see her again if they take her…

And that's when her heart drops into her feet, and she remembers that this all happened a long time ago. 

“Daddy?” Chloe calls, and suddenly she's not in her body anymore, she's watching as the hallway darkens and becomes longer, and then black-gloved hands grab her arms and pull her into the dark. Into… 

Into wakefulness. 

She sits up slowly and opens her eyes, feeling them wet with tears that she wasn't awake to remember crying. Why was she crying? She loves it here. She has a great time every day with all her friends, under the watchful and gentle eye of her cadre mother, Miss Isabela. I don't belong with them anymore, she tries to tell herself. The Corps is Mother, the Corps is Father. 

<Are you okay?>

Now everyone in the dorm can tell I was having a nightmare, she thinks to herself, concealing it carefully. Stupid. <I'm fine, Milena,> she answers. Milena is one of her best friends, even if they're technically all supposed to care about each other equally. She'd arrived and been assigned to Chloe’s cadre only a year after Chloe herself, and they'd become close friends just by virtue of being the two newest arrivals. 

<You were dreaming about your old life again, weren't you.>

Guilty as charged. <Yeah,> Chloe says. <I know I shouldn't.>

Milena projects support and something that almost feels like solidarity, which Chloe instinctively shies from before accepting it. <It's okay. I do sometimes too.> A burst of bitter laughter comes through their telepathic connection. <Which is crazy, because my birth parents didn't even want me after my telepathy came in.> 

<Yeah, well, my dads did,> Chloe replies, making it clear just how much she doesn't want to hear it. <They loved me. They wanted me, and they wouldn't have just given me up.>

<But they did.>

<Because the government made them. Something about failure to report…> Chloe feels herself beginning to cry again, and wills herself to stop. It’s unfair. Out of everyone she knows with family outside of the Corps, hers are the only ones explicitly barred from having anything to do with her. Everyone else's, like Milena’s, simply don't want to. <They're not like your birth parents. They didn't stop loving me when they found out I was a telepath.> 

There is silence for a while before Milena responds. It's clear to Chloe that she doesn't understand— that she can't. She had nothing to lose when the Corps found her. Chloe, meanwhile, lost everything. <I'm sorry,> Milena offers, <for what it's worth. They sound like great people.> 

<They were,> Chloe answers. 

<Promise me you'll tell Miss Isabela about the dreams?>

She wants to make that promise. She trusts Miss Isabela more than anyone. But she's hesitant… even more since she doesn't feel like she's allowed to be.  

<Yeah,> she agrees. <I'll do that tomorrow morning.> 

[emperorcartagia]

ilushka, savelle, and aurellio refs!

[regionbetween]

hello i made b5 ocs and a neocities page for all their lore

[ylizam]

a non-binding poll about which fanfic I should buckle down and finish out of my closet full of unfinished fic now that Yuletide is mostly done and dusted (note: some of these are more in progress than others, but all have at least been started so they're not new things I'll start and abandon okay) (also i reserve the right to be super inspired by something—e.g., something Agatha Harkness shaped—or whatever and let inspiration jump the line, but yeah i honestly love all of these stupid little stories i've started and am curious whether anyone would even read any of them were I to finish any of them):

okay I think those are the main options that I might realistically work on, but please do not think this is my full WsIP list or anything like that. p.s. feel free to ask any questions about these since poll word limits made the descriptions delightfully short and vibes-based.

update: I can't edit the poll, but it's obviously "John dies, Susan takes over." also apparently I can't see the results without voting so one vote for the first item is just me. voting for the first thing listed. so I can see the results on my own poll. not a real vote. okay. thank you for your attention.

[mortalstrife]

a bby branmer with his parents, kedrunn and eiyamer (both ocs). they're both musicians so i had fun designing some absurd minbari instruments for them that probably would be extremely impractical in real life (the minbari dedication to the triangle aesthetic always cracks me up)

[greenscircus]

they said the streets were paved with gold

Characters: Sil'xa'sk, Zack Allan

Prompt: Unique perspectives

Word Count: 100

[arrownerve]

small baby bird. thank u

[cryptfly]

Indulged a drew an older OC, a Babylon 5 OC. Really this was cause I wanted to fuck around with some new skin rendering ideas I’ve seen and wanted to try.

[elizabethcromwell]

Chapter Two: Two Centauri, a Human and a Drunk Narn Walk Into a Bar

The weeks go by and I manage to return to some semblance of a normal, G’Kar free life. Of course we bump into each other and it’s awkward and tense but, no one has died and Michael’s face has healed.

In the mornings, I wake up slowly. 

I put on water for tea and hop into a lukewarm shower. Hot water credits are expensive and the cold showers seem to help with the ache of missing G’Kar; the incessant need that he seemed to have satiated for me. I take my shower and drink my tea. I read until I have to head to the archives. I ignore the nagging thoughts of running straight to G’Kar. Every inch of me misses him. Not just the lusty parts. But the late nights and quiet mornings - we spent a lot of time together. Talking. Sharing everything. I knew a lot about the Narn empire, probably more than any other human, probably, in the galaxy. He did his reading, scrolling through messages and returning correspondences. And I read, curled up next to him, his arm around me. I shake my head and remind myself of what he said and how badly it hurt. The pain is sharper than the need and I can’t seem to get his voice out of my head: it is nothing.

I square my shoulders and dry my tears before I step out into the busy halls of Babylon 5.

My position in the archives is luxurious despite the cramped, dark rooms. I spend my days archiving and digitizing and scanning in thousands of books, papers, records and magazines and newspapers that get funneled into my literary cave. Anything historical or scientific gets sent back to the owner, government or library from whence it came. Anything that Earthforce deems important gets uploaded to the central data network. Everything else gets sold or incinerated. Which is why my personal quarters are plum full of romances and dramas and mysteries and thrillers. It’s a perk of the job. I get first dibs on anything that isn’t wanted - which is always the good stuff. I also act as a librarian of sorts - the staff and commanders, government agents and curious denizens all come to us for access to information. If it’s approved for the public, they may have a copy. Anything else needs a clearance. 

I don’t have to wear a uniform and I have a little kettle and more tea to get me through the day. I have access to the staff commissary and cafeteria for minimal credits, if any. It’s not necessarily thrilling or cushy but, I get to live on Babylon 5 and have access to more books than I’ll ever be able to read. 

That was how I met G’Kar. He came by one day, complaining about the lack of an assistant and in desperate need of, “one bloody map,” and the network wasn’t pulling it up for him. It had been one of those ridiculous, locked eyes, brushing hands, blushing and stuttering and smiling moments. Love at first sight. He’d come back every day for two weeks and I thought I was going to die by the time he finally asked me to dinner. 

We hadn’t separated since. 

Now, I’m back to spending my days reading and sorting and scanning and trying not to think about that certain Narn ambassador. I toss another few outdated encyclopedias into the incinerator and wish to the stars I could incinerate these stupid feelings. Tears well as I shut the fire door and press the green button, watching the pages burst into white hot flame and then disappear. 

“Good morning!” A happy, familiar voice calls from the window in front of my desk, “Anybody home?”

“Coming!” I answer and make my way through the shelves of books and stacks of boxes, sniffling away any indication that I was crying in the corner. I come around the stack and see my friend standing at the window and offer a genuine smile, “Hello, Vir.”

“Good morning, Dove,” he sighs, though his eyes sparkle with the near constant joy and positivity I’ve come to associate with the ambassador’s attache, “I’ve brought my usual offering of a matcha latte and lemon scone,” he smiles - holding up the little paper cup and matching paper bag.

“My hero,” I smile and accept his gifts, “I don’t have anything new for Londo, though. I’m sorry,” I look through my notebook of standing requests and Londo’s appeals for anything Narn related. G’Kar has the same request standing for the Centauri. And Ambassador Delenn has an order for nearly everyone. Everyone who has an enemy has put in a request for information. Vir checks in twice a week and brings gifts in exchange for preferred treatment. Which he gets. 

“Well, actually, I’m not here for that today,” Vir gives me a nervous look and I arch my eyebrow, “Ambassador Mollari requests your presence for,” he clears his throat, “Dinner.”

“Oh, no,” I shake my head and lean back in my chair, “Not a chance.”

“Oh, Dove,” Vir whines, “Please don’t make me tell him no.”

“Tell him no. Send him down here and I’ll tell him no.”

“Dove.”

“Vir,” I shake my head, “I’m not going on a date with a nonhuman ever, again. Let alone another ambassador. Let alone the sworn enemy of my ex-boyfriend nonhuman ambassador. Not a chance in the galaxy.”

Vir stares at me but doesn't prod - universe bless him for it, “Fine. But you know he’s not going to be happy.”

“So be it,” I nod, “Look at this face. This is the face of a thirty-three year old woman who simply cannot go on another date. Ever again.”

“It will be my great displeasure to tell Ambassador Mollari that you turned him down, Dove. But  also,” Vir leans in, that sparkle returning as he lowers his voice, conspiratorially, “Do you want to get drinks with me tonight? We can… how did you say… talk shit?”

“I would love to. See you at eight? Nine?”

Vir nods, clapping quietly, “Nine o’clock.”

I watch Vir skip off - sending up a prayer that he doesn’t catch too much flack for returning without anything from the archives or a date for Londo. I go back to work - feeling a bit better about life with Vir’s latte and snack; looking forward to drinks with my friend. I take another stack of moldy, dated encyclopedias and dictionaries to the incinerator. I barely have a chance to toss them in before the little brass bell at the window is being beaten within an inch of its antique life, “Mercy me,” I return, “I’m coming! Nothing is that important here - oh,” G’Kar stands, straight and tall and looming, “Ambassador,” I greet him, folding my arms across my chest, “What can I help you with?”

“What do you mean she said no!?” Londo Mollari nearly jumps out of his chair, his desk and the contents spread across it shake and wobble, “She said no!?”

“She did,” Vir nods and wrings his hands, “But you have to understand - she’s still quite sad about Ambassador G’Kar. I don’t think she’s ready for that!”

Londo scoffs, “I am not asking for a… for anything, Vir! Just dinner,” Londo says and Vir gives him a look of exasperation, “Okay, perhaps I do not have such pure intentions. Nothing brings me so much joy as to piss off the Narn. G’Kar in particular. Chasing after the archivist,” Vir gives Londo another look and Londo sighs dramatically, “Chasing after Dove is the perfect way to achieve that,” Vir chews his lip, trying to keep his opinion to himself. Londo sighs dramatically, “What is it, Vir?”

“Dove is my friend,” Vir steps forward, “The Ambassador was not kind to her and I… well, I don’t want her to get hurt.”

Londo straightens and his gaze softens, “The only victim I intend to make is that of the Narn idiot down the hall, understood?” Vir nods, “Good. Now, what time are you meeting her for drinks?”

“G’Kar,” I exhale, on the verge of crying simply out of frustration, “Please, just go. I have work to do. I’m sure you do, too.”

“I miss you, Dove. I have made a terrible mistake.”

“You haven’t even apologized, G’Kar,” I shake my head and sink down into my chair, staring up at him, “Still, you can’t even say you love me without making sure nobody is around. You’re looking down the hallway right now,” I snap and G’Kar returns his gaze to me - I didn’t think Narn’s could blush but his cheeks darken and he lowers his face in shame, “I can’t do this G’Kar. I never asked you to parade me around here like your bride but, damn. You could have… said something, anything else to Na’Toth. Now please,” I hold up my hand when G’Kar makes to argue and he bows his head again, “Please, please go and let me move on with my life.”

“Dovey.”

“G’Kar, please.”

“Everything all right here?” Commander Sinclair appears next to G’Kar, brow furrowed. We exchange looks and he nods, “Did you need something from the archives, Ambassador?”

G’Kar shakes his head, “No, what I need is not available yet.”

“Then I trust you’ll be on your way. As you know Miss Dove is incredibly busy and her job is vital to Babylon 5’s productivity,” the Commander glares at G’Kar and G’Kar stares at me for a moment longer and tears prick and sting my eyes as I do my best to back. 

“Just go, G’Kar,” I whisper and he nods, stepping back and giving me a curt bow before finally leaving, his hulking form disappearing down the hallway.

“Take the rest of the day off, Dove,” the Commander nods to me, “I insist.”

“I thought I was vital to the workings of the station, Commander.”

He smirks, “You are but, I also don’t want to get a work order in because some cried on the scanner and blew a fuse. And it’s not incredibly professional for me to present war texts with tear splotches, either. Take the day off. I’ll make sure G’Kar knows that he’s to use the other archivists for his needs.”

“Thank you,” I manage to squeak out, “I mean it.”

“See you back here in the morning,” the Commander nods with a smile.

G’Kar, esteemed ambassador of the Narn regime, is beside himself.

Well, perhaps he has been beside himself before. He’s prone to his emotions, he can admit that. But he’s never been this beside himself and this drunk before. But here he is. Sitting in his quarters with nearly an entire bottle of kriul burning in his belly while his heart breaks and tears stream down his face.

She had seemed so small, so delicate. 

His Dove, his lovely Dovey, had looked up at him and he had seen only pain and tears in her eyes - both of which were his fault. He thought she’d come back, though, he did. He’d been wrong about that, it seems. He was wrong about everything with Dove. And he’d been an ass, “Ambassador,” Na’Toth appears in the doorway and the light is blinding to G’Kar’s poor, drunk eyes, “It’s late. You have an early morning.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Ambassador,” Na’Toth steps inside and the door slides shut - it’s little relief with Na’Toth holding firm in her disobedience, “I understand that you are upset but your drinking has increased significantly. You’ve been exhausted and sick for the last three days. I’m afraid at this rate, you’ll be drunk or unconscious - you have an important meeting tomorrow.”

“Unconscious? It would be a blessing, Na’Toth, now go.”

G’Kar does not want to hate Na’Toth, he thinks as he glares at her, hating her. She is good at what she does, one of the best. It would be difficult, to say the least, to replace her. Even more difficult to actually dismiss her. So he glares. And he hates.

“Ambassador, you must… you must snap out of this!”

G’Kar roars then, jumping up and nearly falling over - the entire room spins. He realizes that his words are nearly incoherent as he falls out into the hallway; the lights are far too bright and the halls far too busy, “If you will not leave, I will!”

The Zocalo is bright and loud and never, ever experiences a lull. If you’re looking for peace and quiet, perhaps one of the more exclusive bars on the outskirts of the chaos or the tea shop that closes before clubs open. Thankfully, peace and quiet is not what I need as I sit down next to Vir, “Dove! You made it,” he waves over at the bartender, “One for her,” he points to the ruby red, slushy drink in front of him, “Make hers a double.”

No sooner than my drink appears before me does Londo Mollari appear next to Vir, “Ambassador,” Vir gives Londo an uneasy look, “What a coincidence!”

“Yes,” Vir sighs and gives me a look that tells me it isn’t a coincidence at all, “What a coincidence.”

“And Dove! The most beautiful archivist on Babylon 5, nay, I say! The universe. The sun could not outshine you, the stars could not out sparkle the life in your eyes.”

I arch my eyebrow, “Hello, Ambassador.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” Londo shakes his head, holding out his hand. I slip mine into it and he peppers it with kisses before standing up straight, “You will call me Londo.”

He stares at me expectantly and I can do nothing more than smile, “Would you like to join us?”

Londo is a terrible liar and he huffs and puffs and assures me he can’t. Even Vir is rolling his eyes, “Londo, just sit,” he says, “I know your schedule.”

“If you insist,” Londo says, “I’ll have what she’s having,” he calls, pointing to my drink, “Please.”

“I’ll have to warn you, Londo,” I take a long, cold sip from my straw and he watches my mouth for a moment before sliding his eyes back up to mine, “We came here to bitch.”

“Bitch?” he asks, nodding to the bartender as he pushes his drink across the counter.

“Yes, it means to complain. About everything and anything. Talk shit.”

“Oh, well,” Londo smiles, canines glinting in the light, waggling his eyebrows, “I do love to bitch.”

G’Kar cannot believe his drunk, tear-burnt eyes.

He’s sure he’s passed out somewhere and this is just some horrible, inebriated nightmare. But, he’s not waking up, is he? Na’Toth appears at his side, “You see? It is time for you to move on, too. She has a fetish, clearly.”

The words sting and G’Kar winces but, he doesn’t argue. Dove sits next to Londo Mollari, that Centauri bastard - they’re both staring at Vir while he tells a story, arms and hands flailing as he animates it. Vir jumps forward with a loud roar and Dove screams, clinging to Londo’s arm - all three of them falling into a fit of giggles. She leans over and whispers in Londo’s ear and, Londo puts his hand over hers and they both start laughing, again. She’s happy. Her cheeks are pink and her smile is wide. She’s let her hair fall out of that braid she keeps it tangled in. 

G’Kar roars, stepping out into the noise and neon and all three turn, their smiles falling.

“Mollari, you son of a bitch!”

[alpheatarot]

my babylon 5 oc, adrián romero! he’s just a lil guy

[tallysgreatestfan]

Wanted to draw a rudimentary timeline of this both because I had these OCs and other headcanons for quite a while but never really saw them on paper, and also because I was in the mood for drawing portraits.

I like to imagine that Delenn had quite a diverse love life we just don't see much of because over most of these people she is pretty much over.

This is for the AU I am working on currently, but honestly I imagine that it goes in the same order in the canon timeline, only that the time where she actually ends up with Lennier is much, much later.

More detailed headcanons on each of them below the cut:

Neroon: Not sure if he and Delenn knew each other long beforehand or he only changed to her school shortly before they fell in love, but their clans have an arragnement where they often work together like this. He is the grumpy, intimidating bad boy and she the shy, timid girl, but they make it work. She learns to come out of her shell more, and he learns calmness. They are about eighteen or nineteen, and it works out for about three years. They also take quite a while before they have sex, but their have their first time with each other. Their different duties due to being of different castes ultimately brings them apart, but they stay in contact

Cassuan: Delenn met him on Bord of the Grey Council flagship as an accolyte, as he was an assistant technician. They bonded over their shared like for deep talks and for both being nerdy. He also introduced Delenn to more complex sex rituals, what humans would call BDSM. Their relationship lasted even until Delenn became Satai, but Cassuan couldn't deal with Delenns behavior in the war against the humans and broke up with her, which still haunts her for the rest of her life. She tried to contact him several times but he just completely broke off contact.

Kaya: A human ambassador assigned to the same planet as Delenn after the war, they ended up in lots of contact that grew more and more personal. Delenn could not admit that she was attracted to humans, but she grew to desire and finally love him more and more. He never really picked up on it and she was also not his type. Delenn was heartbroken, but also, as she could not admit that she was attracted to an alien, tried to rationalize her pain away in the most absurd justifications of what happened instead.

Accolon: Her and Delenn met as they served at a spring rite aka sex ritual together, but liked that experience so much that they stayed in contact after that. Delenn admired how openly different and proud of that Accolon was, even if at this point she was not the shy, timid girl anymore, Satai and pretty much driving force behind the Babylon project on the Minbari side. Apart from that, they are quite different people, Accolon being spontaneous and literal and outgoing, but they can talk well. Their sexual attraction and Accolon teaching Delenn even more BDSM, which she acted out both as dominant and submissive pretty much carried the relationship. After Accolon, as an priestess and scholar, travels on to another planet, their relationship pretty much fizzels out.

Jeff: You saw their philosophical talks and Delenn trying to flirt and deep bond and how Delenn was more or less responsible for Jeffs trauma. Delenn could never quite admit that he would never return her feelings, because the prophecy said she would end up with a human. So she just continued pining until he was gone.

Lennier: Pining and face touches and things you would clearly never say or do to someone just platonically, but its never communicated. A beautiful mess. In my AU, there comes a point where Delenn can't bear not knowing what the hell she is feeling anymore (even if it is not love, its too destructive and timid and raw to be love), and Lennier suffers to much to not ask for clarification. So Delenn starts... something with him, to find out what it is. Its painful for Lennier, but its still better than just pining. They try to go with the rituals, but there are no rituals for something so complicated and messy. So they ease into an actual romantic relationship. They pretty much enable each others psychological issues, so that is another thing they have to figure out, but against what Delenn secretly believes, it works out. Their sex life works out surprisingly well, though. Sure, Lennier is inexperienced and knows more or less nothing, but once he knows something, he is very attentive, and turns out he is kinky too. And they know each other so well that its very easy to read what the other wants.

Susan: At the point where Susan comes closer into Delenns live again, becoming leader of the Anla'Shok, in my AU Delenn and Lennier are a couple for quite some time, and over their issues, and have a happy open relationship (in the canon timeline both probably happen around the same time, idk, I don't do much with the canon timeline?). Actually adding someone to their relationship as an genuine same level partner instead of secondary partners is new, and its a mess to figure out at first. But Delenn and Susan now have processed their trauma enough to be open with each other in a way and depth they could not on Babylon 5. Its a new beginning. (Lennier at first has his old fears about not being good enough and being replaced come up again, but also he goes along surprisingly well with Susan, so it is easier to get over it).

[feathered-dino]

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[fourormore]

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THE FOUR OR MORE 2024 FICATHON HAS ONLY 4 WEEKS LEFT — Prompts by fandom

AO3 COLLECTION | SQUIDGEWORLD COLLECTION

Whether you've been itching to write something for that one prompt that you've been chewing on since day one or you're just hearing about this event and your curiosity has been piqued, this is your chance to see if someone has requested a fandom you're interested in. And if no one has requested your fandom, why not go ahead and leave a prompt. You never know who's watching.

Fandoms listed alphabetically with links to the respective prompts below the cut. Don't forget comments can have more than one prompt.

THIS LIST CONTAINS PROMPTS LEFT UNTIL SEPTEMBER 21st 1:30 pm GMT/UTC -4. Want to know if maybe someone has left more prompts after this? Check the main Ficathon post for more info.

A

A fandom you've never written before

Ace Attorney

Angel the series

Attack on Titan

B

Babylon 5

Buffyverse (Part 1)

Buffyverse (Part 2)

C

Chicago Fire

Chicago Med

D

Days of Our Lives

Doctor Who

Doom Patrol TV

F

Fate/Stay Night

Final Fantasy VII (Part 1)

Final Fantasy VII (Part 2)

Final Fantasy VIII

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Friends

Full House

G

General Hospital

Grey's Anatomy (Part 1)

Grey's Anatomy (Part 2)

Grey's Anatomy (Part 3)

Gossip Girl

M

Monster Prom

P

Pretty Little Liars

Psych

S

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Saved by the Bell

Sense8

Star Ocean 2

T

Teen Wolf

The Murderbot Diaries

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Twisters (2024)

W

Warhammer 40000

Women's Murder Club

X

X-files

Y

Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS

Multiple fandoms or crossovers

A League of Nobleman, Tian Guan Ci Fu, The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Ace Attorney, Any fandom, Amphibia, Doctor Who, Dracula, The Owl House, Pokemon Horizons, Stardew Valley, The Great Ace Attorney, Star Trek AOS, Star Trek DS9, Star Trek Lower Decks, Star Trek TNG

Animator Vs. Animation, Any fandom, Deltarune, HfjONE, Omori, The Demon Headmaster (2019)

Angel the series, Buffy the vampire slayer (Part 1)

Angel the series, Buffy the vampire slayer (Part 2)

Any fandom, Angel the series, Buffy the vampire slayer

Any fandom, Charlie's Angels

Any fandom, Chicago Med

Any fandom, Danganronpa, Team Fortress 2

Any fandom, NU: carnival

Any fandom, Pitch Perfect

Any fandom, Love Between Fairy and Devil, Marvel, MDZS/The Untamed

Any PreCure Series, Delicious Party PreCure, Star Twinkle PreCure, Tropical Rouge PreCure

Beast Wars: Transformers, Detective Conan/Magic Kaito, Leverage, RWBY

Bridgerton (TV)/Much Ado About Nothing (Shakespeare or 1993 movie)

Caos, H2O, High School Musical: The Musical The Series, Outer Banks, Teen Wolf, The OC

Critical Role, Star Wars

Dead Boys Detective Agency, Julie and the Phantoms, Sense8, Star Trek Voyager, The Raven Cycle

Dishonored, Dragon Age

Final Fantasy VIII, MDZS, Teen Wolf, Voltron (2016)

General Hospital, MCU

Kamen Rider (various series), Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger, Samurai Sentai Shinkenger, Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's, Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V, Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS

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Pause For Coffee

Book: The Royal Romance / The Royal Heir [x Desire & Decorum (Modern day AU)] Characters: Liam Rys, MC (Jade), Jackson Walker, Eleanor Rys, Leo Rys, OC (Andrea Edwards), OC (Gianna Rossi) [Mentioned: Constantine Rys, Drake Walker, Prince Hamid, Daphne Wang (D&D MC|OC)] Rating: T Word count: 2459 Reading time: 10min Summary: Cordonian apple tea is the official drink of the kingdom, but the Cordonian king prefers another hot drink whenever he needs an energy boost. Based on the prompts: @kingliamappreciationweek Day four: coffee

Author's notes:

Jade Bourbon-Rys, Andrea Edwards, Gianna Rossi and Daphne Wang are creations of this author. The other characters belong to Pixelberry Studios;

Thank you again to @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes for hosting another KLAW! I got so inspired by the event this year that I wrote more than I planned. Thank you for still acepting late submissions 😍

Cordonian capitol, June 2021

Blue, pink and purple hues painted the sky as Liam rested on the chaise lounge of his office before the last meeting of the day. Though this week has been calmer than usual, he still needed a couple of minutes before the video conference with Cordonian ambassador in the US. Returning to work after Elise's birth hasn't been easy. Fortunately, there's one thing that never failed to help him restore his energy.

"Your Majesty?" His assistant called after a soft knock on the door.

"Come in."

Carrying a tray with a cup of coffee and sparkling water, his assistant walked in and placed the tray on the side table. "Your coffee, sir."

"Thank you, Andrea."

As his assistant left, Liam smiled as the comforting smell of brewed coffee filled his lungs, bringing back memories of the day he tasted it for the first time.

Cordonian capital, February 2000

The doors to the Royal conference room opened as the young prince walked out of the room. With his eyes downcast, Liam ambled through the hallway, embarrassed with what just happened during the King's meeting with the Royal advisors. Being lectured again in front of all those people was no fun at all. Especially when his father was the one who noticed the moment he dozed off.

Why was it so hard to stay awake during meetings? Sure, a Royal meeting wasn't the most entertaining activity for him. He'd rather play with his friends or have a Babylon 5 marathon night with Drake and Maxwell. But it couldn't be so hard to stay awake through those meetings, right? If Leo (who never slept before 12 am) still could do it, why couldn't he?

On the way to his room, he nodded to the guards when a familiar smell spread across the hallway: caramel and toasted nuts. It wasn't the first time he sensed it, but was the first time it got his attention. Whenever he passed by the staff kitchen, that fragrance always was in the air. He just didn't know exactly what it was. Following his instincts, he went to the staff area, where the smell was coming from.

"Your Highness," Drake's father, Jackson, nodded to him and took a sip of something in a mug.

"Good morning, Mr. Walker." The boy simpered as he sat next to his father's personal bodyguard.

"Everything alright, sir?"

"No..." Liam frowned. "I fell asleep at the meeting again."

"Did anyone see you?"

"Father did."

The man grimaced. 

"Yeah..." The boy looked down again, fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"For what it's worth, I think you're too young to be there."

"Oh?" Liam looked at the guard in confusion.

"I understand this will be a part of your life and eventually you'll have to be there to partake in all those meetings. But those are boring meetings even for a smart kid like yourself."

"Do you think they're boring too?"

Jackson looked around suspiciously, to make sure no one else was hearing and then he uttered, "A little bit."

Liam giggled.

"Have you slept through the meeting too? Is that why you weren't there?"

The man shook his head. "No. Never. I always have to be alert on duty. I just made a pause for coffee." 

Lifting his still steaming mug of coffee to his lips, Jackson took a gulp, closed his eyes to savor the hot drink and then smiled softly.

"Look, I know you don't want to be in there, especially to be lectured about things you don't understand yet. But if the King wants you there, make an effort to be there. Your father will appreciate it."

"But how do I stay awake when I'm there? Even Leo can..." Liam frowned.

"Start by obeying the Queen when she says it's time for you to go to bed. A good night of sleep can change everything. And don't do what Leo does. You're too young for that."

"Okay..." Liam's brows furrowed in confusion. His brother did something to stay awake. But what was it?

...

"Nope," Leo said as he threw a dart near the center of the dartboard on the wall.

"But, Leo!" Liam whined.

"You heard Jackson. You're a kid. You can't have what I have," Leo replied with a smug grin.

The young prince scowled. Though he knew his brother was old enough to have some privileges like learning how to drive or traveling on his own, this was just a stupid drink. He wouldn't go down with a fight.

Liam was about to say something when a maid knocked and opened the door to leave a travel mug on the side table. Both princes then rushed to pick it up, Liam climbing on his brother's back in hopes to steal the mug Leo had already got.

...

The following day

Liam hid in a broom closet as he waited for Drake's signal. He knew the chef was about to have a break for lunch and always left the carafe full for the guards. The entire palace security drank that thing, so why couldn't he?

Just then, he heard three short whistles. That was their signal. Time to get in.

The young prince then tiptoed into the kitchen and the powerful smell of caramel and nuts overtook him. Walking towards the coffee maker, Liam reached for a small cup when a hand tapped his shoulder. As he turned around, Queen Eleanor pursed her lips at him while his friend was nowhere to be seen.

"What do you think you're doing, young man?"

"Nothing... I was thirsty so—"

"Do you expect me to believe that?"

"But mom! I truly am thirsty!" Liam protested. 

"The water filter is right there, Liam." Eleanor then pointed to the opposite side of the kitchen.

The young prince looked down at his hands.

"Why are you trying to drink something I already told you it's unhealthy for you?"

"Because I have to stay awake in the meetings..." The boy frowned.

The queen cupped her son's cheek and smiled fondly.  The king could be too harsh on his sons sometimes.

"All you have to do is rest, eat your vegetables. You don't need to have coffee."

"Why can Leo have it and I can't?"

"My dear, Leo doesn't drink this type of coffee."

"Doesn't he?" Liam's brows furrowed.

"He already reached an age in which he can experience a couple of things adults can, but it doesn't include a cup of espresso in the middle of the afternoon."

"What does he drink then?"

"A mochaccino."

"Can I have that too?"

"As long as you or Drake don't try to steal coffee from the kitchen without an adult's permission, yes."

"Thank you, mom!" Liam hugged his mother tightly. 

"I'm going to prepare us a special mochaccino. Why don't you go ask Bianca if Drake and Savannah can join us?"

The young prince nodded in excitement and rushed to the Walkers house while the Queen made her way to the Royal kitchen.

Cordonian capitol, June 2021

The king smiled to himself. Back then, he had no idea the mochaccino he had once in a while with his mother and friends was actually a babyccino. He understood her reasons now and was glad to be part of the experience of having coffee with his mother sometimes. Even if it was decaffeinated coffee.

As he lifted the cup to his lips, his brows furrowed. Liam put the coffee on the table and pressed the buzzer to call his assistant.

His assistant immediately opened the door again. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Did the kitchen staff prepare me a lungo? This isn't a espresso."

"No, Sir. They made you a Turkish coffee."

"Turkish coffee?"

"Yes, sir. It's made with the Arabica coffee beans Mr. Osmanoğlu and Lady Foredale gave to you during the Royal Heir baby shower."

Liam pressed his lips together, still remembering the sassy note his cousin and his teenhood friend left on the coffee packaging. 

"Switch the espresso for a nice and steamy cup of Türk kahve and you won't have the drawback espresso gives by the fourth cup of night while the baby still hasn't fallen into slumber. You're welcome! ;)"

"The handwriting was Daphne's, but the content certainly was Hamid's doing. That prick..." Liam thought to himself, shaking his head. "Andrea, I especifically asked for an espresso."

"Yes, you did, Sir. But since it would be your fourth doppio espresso today, the queen was adamant about changing the Italian roast for the Arabica coffee."

"The fourth?"

"Yes, sir."

Liam was about to say something when a yawn escaped his lips.

"If I may be so bold, sir, I still have the list of nurses pre-approved by the Queen Mother and your security staff," Andrea prompted.

His brows rose in surprise. Andrea has being working with him since he became the crown prince and always followed his orders without question. The very few rare moments she started a phrase with 'if I may be so bold...' meant that he was doing something he probably would regret later.

"I need to talk to Jade first, but send the list to me."

"As you wish, sir." 

Liam gently rubbed his eyes in hopes to fight against sleep, then reached for the coffee. He couldn't recall the last time he felt this tired, given how little he had slept in the past three months. At least, Jade wasn't trying to forbid him of having his coffee.

Capri, January 2018

A gentle breeze blew against the curtains while Liam read a few documents still pending his signature. The king didn't wish to start his reign by letting the paperwork pile up in his office back in Cordonia during the engagement tour, so he might as well get started before his schedule got busied by dinners, meetings and conferences he had to attend while being abroad. To handle the paperwork, nothing would be better to start his day than a nice cup of coffee and a pastry.

As he waited for his coffee, voices coming from the hallway reached his ears. His lips twisted in displeasure, but hopefully his security detail would handle the situation.

A few minutes later, the hotel room maid walked in and placed a cup of tea and the tartlet on the coffee table.

"Excuse me, I didn't order tea."

"I know, sir." The maid looked down at her hands. "But a blond lady stopped me and told me to throw the coffee away because you only have apple tea."

"A blond lady?"

"The guards said it was your fiancee."

Liam pinched the bridge of his nose. It had been only two months since he forced himself go through with the arrangement with Madeleine, but he had lost count of how many times she has meddled into his daily routine.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I know this isn't your business, but my boss has been on my back because I missed work last week to take my son to the emergency room. If he finds out about this, I think I'll be fired."

Liam's heart sank at the pleading look on the woman's eyes. He couldn't be the cause of anyone losing their job because Madeleine interfered in his life again.

He glanced at the name on the maid uniform and smiled. "It's alright, Mrs. Rossi. Did you say this is apple tea?"

"Yes, it was made with Cordonian apples, just like your fiancee requested."

Liam looked down at the tea and tried not to grimace. If it didn't have sugar, it would be so hard to swallow.

"There's honey on the serving tray cart if you want."

"Thank you. I definitely want some."

The maid nodded and left the suite to get the honey. Once she returned and added honey to his tea, Liam took a sip.

"That's better. Thank you."

"I'm glad, sir. And I promise I'll bring you a doppio espresso the next time you order coffee."

"Well, in this case, bring me a doppio espresso in five minutes."

The maid grinned. "Yes, sir."

"And if your boss gives you a hard time again, talk to one of my guards. They'll call the human resources from my staff and find you a new job in case you need one."

The maid beamed. "Thank you, sir. I'll be right back with your coffee."

Cordonian capitol, June 2021

Once the meeting with the Cordonian ambassador in US was over, Liam left his office and went straight to the Royal Apartment. Despite the tiredness, he could hardly wait to see his wife and daughter.

As he passed by the hallway, his wife's velvety voice reverberated on the walls as she sang a lullaby. Smiling to himself, Liam ambled towards the nursery and sang along with Jade in hopes to lull Elise to sleep.

"Are you some kind of baby whisperer?" Jade murmured as she slowly closed the door to the nursery. "I've been trying to make her sleep for at least half an hour, but the minute you swoop in, she falls asleep."

"She was half asleep when I walked in. You did most of the work yourself, my love."

Liam smiled, placing the baby monitor on the coffee table as his wife leaned in for a kiss.

"Did you just have coffee?"

"No, I had a cup over an hour ago."

"Really? Your lips taste amazing."

"I thought you had overcame caffeine abstinence."

"Ugh, don't remind me..." Jade grimaced, resting her head on his shoulder.

"The decaf isn't working, huh?"

"The maid you hired makes a mean cup of coffee, but the lack of caffeine is so tough. If Elise wasn't sensible to caffeine, I swear I'd fill our tub with coffee right now."

"I'm sorry, love. If you're sure about not switching to formula..." 

"I'm not going to stop nursing Elise just because I miss coffee. I can handle it." The queen affirmed resolute.

"If you say so..." Liam gazed at his wife in worry. Her fulltime dedication to Elise was admirable, yet he couldn't help but think how exhausting it must have been for her. "But perhaps we should reconsider taking care of Elise by ourselves. It'll be less tiresome for both of us now that I returned to work, don't you think?"

The queen made a face, but caved. "Alright... We're going to have to hire someone eventually. Do you still have the list of nurses Regina made?"

"Andrea sent a copy to my email."

"We'll take a look at it after dinner and see how it goes."

The couple was watching the baby monitor when their new maid walked in.

"Good evening, Your Majesties." The maid bowed to the king and queen. "Dinner is served."

"Oh, I'm starving! Your timing is impeccable, Gianna," Jade praised.

"I couldn't agree more. Thank you, Gianna."

The maid nodded in gratitude and left to the dining room.

"I'm so glad my husband stole you from the hotel you worked in Capri. The food smells amazing," Jade commented as they walked towards the dining room.

"Wait until you try her apple tea," Liam said with a smile.

[mayhaps-a-blog]

Well, another year down! I missed my usual fic roundup date in August (the day I published my first fic!), but I’ve always been terrible at remembering dates so switching to New Year’s will probably help. It’s now been 3 and a bit years since I started writing, and I’ve started breaking into original works – nothing finished yet, but I’ll get there one day!

Since the last roundup, I’ve written 11 fics, 101,030 words in total, for a lifetime total of 59 fics and 348,151 words! Again, fewer than last year, although I’m going to blame my original works – I completed NaNoWriMo last year with 50,000 words written in November, finished that particular work at 73,194 words, and finished “Novella November” (NovNov) this year with 30,000 words. So I’m definitely writing a lot, just longer works that take a while to beat into shape :)

Of the 11 fics I published this year, 8 were Star Wars fics, with the other 3 distributed between the Sandman, Babylon 5, and Dead Boy Detectives. Of the Star Wars fics, only 3 were Thrawn related; the other five were for Rebels, the Clone Wars, Aftermath, the Original Trilogy, and a Chiss OC.

So, here’s the roundup of fics for this year!

(Last year’s fic roundup can be found here! 2022 can be found here :) )

Series Additions:

The Adventures of the Poor Sods Left to Clean Up Rebel!Vader’s Mess has continued with three new chapters to part 2! A plot is developing, I promise, but the shenanigans continue with Rebel!Vader (explained in It’s Not So Easy Being Evil), the OT team, and the crew of the Executor all trapped on board together.

Thrawn Standalones:

I Came, I Saw… I Never Intended to Stay: Thrawn, recently purrgiled and trapped in the Unknown Regions, accidentally builds himself an empire. Oops? A long-promised multi-chapter fic, 30,185 words.

The Edge Between Dream and Nightmare: Also post-Rebels, Thrawn stumbles across a secret Imperial installation in the Chaos… one with terrible implications for the galaxy. But what can one ship do against the might of the Sith Eternal? Also starring Borika and the Springhawk, sky-walker fix-it and Chiss headcanon fic. This was originally mean to be a simple two-shot, I swear! Now at 9 chapters and 28.989 words.

Nightmare: Thrawn steps aboard the Chimaera. He is stabbed in the back. Thrawn steps aboard the Chimaera. He is removed from the field by a Jedi and a pod of purrgil. Thrawn steps aboard the Springhawk. What matters most, victory, or freedom? This is a darker fic for me, and it was toned down a lot from the original notes. One shot, 6,211 words.

Star Wars Standalones:

Somehow, Maul has Returned: Post-Rebels glance at Ezra, trapped on the Chimaera. Open ending, this is more of a prologue to a longer fic I haven’t come up with yet than anything else. If anyone wants to take the idea and run with it, please do!

Good Soldiers Follow Orders: A darker fic featuring Fox and the Coruscant Guard during the events of The Clones Wars season 6 episode 4: Orders. You know, the one where Fives… you know.

Some Pray for Damnation: The trial of Sid Uddra, head of the Loyalty Office, on the event of her capture by the New Republic. Collaboration with CountessLamont (@jedihlaalu) and a sequel to her fic, Hunting Uddra; much of the dialogue was reworked from our Star Wars D&D game.

Where the Ice Never Melts: A look at the life of my Chiss OC, Ran’i, and the lives of maintenance staff on Csilla. Featuring Chiss worldbuilding and headcanons, and the darker underbelly of the Ascendacy.

Other:

Catch a Tiger: Sandman fic starring Delirium. Another darker fic: it’s easy to forget in our wonder of the Endless that they are neither nice nor kind – they are only ever what they are.

The Delicate Art of Choosing Sides: A Babylon 5 AU fic of the behind-the-scenes events of S2E3: The Geometry of Shadows. What was Ivanova up to that left her limping out of the elevator, wearing a scarf and with a Drazi knocked out on the floor?

To Hell and Back: Dead Boy Detectives fic following Edwin’s original escape from Hell and first meeting with Charles.

New WIPs:

Borika’s story: the story of Borika’s return to the Seeker Program and meeting Bomarmo. Outines and partially written.

Thrawn: Year of Hell: a retelling of Star Trek Voyager: Year of Hell, but instead of the Krenim, they meet a warlord named Thrawn seeking to resurrect the Chiss Ascendancy and save his sister. Outlined.

Zine fics: I’m a writer for Finding Home: A Chiss Ascendancy Zine! In addition to my zine piece (drafted!) I came up with a bunch of other ideas I’ll write eventually, featuring character studies of various Ascendancy inhabitants.

Untitled Prequel/OT fic: AU where Anakin comes to his sense on Mustafar and flees with Padme and Obi-Wan, heartbroken about what he’d almost done. Follows their lives with Padme in the Rebellion and Obi-Wan and Anakin in hiding on Tatooine, collecting the shards of their broken family.

College!AU: Prequel AU where Anakin is the college jock, Padme is poli sci, Palpatine is the evil university president, the Jedi are the local Buddhists who raised Anakin after his foster-father, Qui-Gon, died. Of course everything goes poorly – Anakin is Anakin, and Palpatine is Palpatine, in every universe :) Outlined.

Kaz backstory fic: the history of one of my Star Wars D&D OCs, Kaz the pilot with a mysterious past! Outlined.

The Ravens of the Tower: A Sherlock Holmes story featuring some strange inhabitants of the Tower of London. If the ravens leave the tower, the empire will fall… (Outlined).

Underdark ghost story: an original work in my D&D universe, aiming for a horror tone. Outlined.

Dragon Story: an original work following a very angry dragon trapped in human form on a mission to kill the mage who cursed them. Along the way, they get (unwillingly) involved in local politics and palace shenanigans. My NovNov project, very fun to write, outlined and about halfway written!

Updates on:

Sortie: the Rebel!Samakro fic I promised to finish this year. It’s done! Just needs some editing to get it out the door :)

Have You Tried Flying in Circles: Thrawn & Apros look for an exile planet. Outlined, one section drafted.

This’ll Make a Great Story at our Second Wedding (Thranto Ghost Marriage) Part 2: Outlined, two sections drafted.

Untitled Boudica story: Original work, a fantasy retelling of Boudica’s rebellion. Drafted! In dire need of editing. Last year’s NaNoWriMo project.

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Absolutely beautiful

studies of various j.c. leyendecker paintings, featuring zavik & nelson ^^