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ginnympotter · 5 years ago

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tbh this is audacious of me but you did ask for prompts and I loved what you wrote for my other jily lives! prompt so here I am asking for a sequel or another jily lives! one shot 🤠 if it's not a sequel i'd love to see harry with a sibling, especially a younger sister? I think it'd be fun to see his sister and parents tease him about ginny or his sister and ginny thick as thieves leaving him slightly irritated but mainly amused 😼 love your writing!!

i always hc that if james and lily lived harry would have younger sisters so you’ve come to the right place :) name is after james’s mom euphemia :) let’s pretend that in the last fic she was at a friend’s house or something. also i turned this into another harry birthday fic...leo season is drawing nearer i cannot be stopped.

original Jily lives AU to which @blattgefluester is referring

“For the record, I have always firmly been Team Ginny.”

“And that’s why you’re my favorite, Mia,” Ginny told her as they hit the ground.

Harry rolled his eyes at his girlfriend. “She’s your favorite? Really? Then what am I?”

“A close second. Which is more than what I can say for your standing in this match.” Ginny flashed him a smile as she and Mia high-fived in their victory.

Ron laughed as he threw his broom to the side and plopped down on the grass next to where Hermione, who was supposed to be playing ref but was really engrossed in a book, was sitting. “It’s nice seeing her team up with someone against you instead of me, for once,” he said to Harry as he stretched out.

“Oh, shut it,” Harry retorted, putting his Firebolt to the side. “She’s going after you, too. We both just lost.”

“Lighten up,” said Ginny, sliding up to Harry and wrapping an arm around his waist, lifting herself up on her toes to plant a brief kiss to the corner of his mouth. “At least you have us on your side for actual matches at school, otherwise you’d never lay your eyes on that silver Cup.”

“Need I remind you,” Harry began, putting his arm around her shoulders. “You are looking at the youngest Seeker in a century, who also happened to win the Cup in my third year, before you were on the team,” he looked pointedly at Ginny, before turning his attention to his little sister, “and a year before you were even at Hogwarts!”

“Merlin, you’re sounding like Dad,” Mia noted with a scoff, running a hand through her shoulder-length, jet black hair. Her facial features mostly resembled those of her mother, especially when they were sharp and narrowed at her brother in annoyance, but she got her father’s dark hair and hazel eyes. “And Mum thought she knocked the arrogance out of this bloodline!”

Harry scowled as they all laughed. “It was a mistake to allow you two to be teammates. You’re lucky I even let you on the team, Mia. I was accused of nepotism!”

“You’re lucky to have her,” Ginny came to her defense, pinching Harry’s side. “She was the only Beater who could fill Fred and George’s shoes, and you know it.”

Harry sighed playfully, having to give that to her. “Perhaps.”

Mia stuck out her tongue at her brother, then said, “Thanks, Ginny” as she beamed at her. “But seriously, it wasn’t just me who was Team Ginny for Harry’s romantic pursuits. Do you know how annoyed Dad was that Harry became a Seeker and I became a Beater? The audacity of his own genetics to not produce him another Chaser.”

“I’m sure he wasn’t annoyed,” Hermione said, closing her book. “He’s proud of the both of you.”

“To an extent,” Mia corrected her. “But Ginny graciously allowing Harry to date her-”

“Hey, she fancied me first!” Harry interjected proudly, pulling Ginny closer to his side. She looked up at him and smiled.

“-opens up the possibility for a Chaser to marry into the family, and then Dad will finally be able to have the pride and joy of which he’s always dreamed.”

Harry’s face turned bright red, but Ginny just snickered, unfazed. “Your Dad does have some good Chaser tips, I have to give him that.”

“Why thank you, young Weasley.” They all turned to see James Potter walking through the screen door into the yard, floating five cold bottles of butterbeer in front of him, flicking them lazily into each of their hands. “Lily and I were watching from the window while preparing lunch. Boys, that was utterly pathetic.”

“Be fair, Dad,” said Mia, taking a sip of her drink. “It’s not their fault they were so unevenly matched against us.”

“You have a point,” he agreed.

Harry groaned, lifting his arm off Ginny’s shoulders and using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”

“The winning side, of course,” James responded. “But I love all my children equally.”

Lily came out next, sending a platter of sandwiches towards the outdoor table. “Why don’t you lot eat before you bite each others’ heads off. And don’t worry, Ron, no corned beef.”

“You’re the best, Mrs. Potter,” Ron told her, jumping up and quickly perusing the sandwich selection.

“Good way to refuel for the next time you get your arse kicked,” Ginny smirked at Harry as she strode towards the table, Harry following closely behind her.

“What if you did a Potter versus Weasley match?” James suggested, amused. “Unless you want in on this one, Hermione.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine,” Hermione insisted kindly.

“What do you think, Harry?” asked Mia. “It pains me to turn on Ginny, but I think we could take them.”

Harry smiled at his sister. “They’ve got no chance.”

Ginny crossed her arms. “So you have no problem turning on me?”

“I would never turn on you,” Harry proclaimed, feigning innocence.

“We’ll see about that, big shots. Right, Ron?”

“Hm?” Ron mumbled as he took another large bite out of his turkey sandwich.

Hermione gave him a look of disgust as Ginny groaned, grabbing her own plate.

Lily came up next to them and sighed. “Hermione, why don’t you take a break from refereeing for this lot?”

“Oh, I don’t know...”

“Forrest Gump is going to be on telly in five minutes. We could watch inside with air conditioning.”

Hermione smiled, finally standing up. “Ooh, I love that film!”

“Grab a sandwich and come to the living room.”

Hermione obliged but Ron objected. “Hey, that’s our ref you’re taking!”

“I can ref,” James volunteered eagerly.

“You’re not impartial,” Ron pointed out.

“Yeah, he’s partial in your favor,” Mia said begrudgingly, sitting down next to her father, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Didn’t we just tell you? He likes Ginny the best.”

James ruffled his daughter’s hair then tugged her to his side. “Oh, stop being ridiculous.”

“I get it from you.”

“Yes, yes, ridiculousness runs in this family,” Lily said impatiently, ushering Hermione into the cottage. “Sirius should be here in about fifteen minutes, so eat your lunch and once you finish, your actual impartial ref will have arrived. By the time Hermione and I are done watching the film it’ll be time to set up for the party, so you have until then, but maybe try finishing up a bit before so you can all shower.”

“Sounds good, Mum,” Harry told her, smiling. “Thanks for lunch.”

“Of course, my love,” she replied, walking over to him and kissing the top of his head. She turned around and entered the house with Hermione.

As soon as the door closed, Harry turned excitedly to his father. “Is Sirius coming on the bike? Do you think Mum will finally let me ride it on my own? She always said when I turned 17...”

“You have my permission, but I don’t know if that really counts for much,” James said. “I’ll fight for you, though.”

Mia snorted next to him, jealousy written all over her face. “Anything for the birthday boy-”

“Excuse me,” Harry cut in. “Birthday man.”

Ron and Mia chortled, and he looked to Ginny for support. She looked him up and down and put a consoling hand on his shoulder as she said, “Eh. Debatable.”

#hp #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #harry x ginny #harry potter x ginny weasley #harry potter #ginny weasley #hermione granger #ron weasley #lily evans #lily evans potter #james potte #sirius back #au #jily lives #harry has a sister

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desertdragon · 4 years ago

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Name: (full, nickname/s) Vaste Valescoere (self given) | U’ralhana Odh/Osha Tayuun (birth names) Age: 22 Pronouns: She/Her & He/Him Birthdate: May 8th | 8th Sun of the Third Astral Moon

~~PLACE OF ORIGIN~~ Race: (Hyur (Midlander or Highlander? Ala Mhigan refugee or born in Eorzea/Doma/other city?), Elezen (Wildwood or Duskwight? Shroud-born or Ishgardian?), Miqo'te (Sun Seeker or Moon Keeper? Both What tribe/family name? U Tribe + Tayuun clan), Lalafell (Plainsfolk or Dunesfolk? Mercantile, farmer or mogul?), Roegadyn (Hellsguard or Sea wolf?), Au Ra (Xaela or Raen? What steppe tribe? From the sea or a family of service?), Viera (Veena or Rava), Hrothgar (Hellions or The Lost))

From the First: (Hume, Elf, Mystel, Dwarf (Tomra or Komra?), Galdjent, Drahn, Viis, Ronso)

Interracial heritage: (Do they have any traits from either side that are more pronounced?)

She is an almost dead ringer for her mother with Moon Keeper-like fangs, same bright hair/eye color, same fair skin, etc. which are more endemic to Moon Keepers as a whole; the rest of her is akin to her father and Sun Seeker traits such as slit pupils, sharper eye shape, builds muscle easier etc.

Hometown/city: (From a city or an outlying town?)

Forgotten Springs, Southern Thanalan, the traditional home of the U Tribe for centuries as masters of the Sagolii Desert once their ancestors crossed to Eorzea millennia ago

Current residence/popular haunt: Shirogane/The Goblet/Limsa Lominsa & the greater La Noscea area, especially the ‘Star Dancer’ tavern with friends, the Calderon Family Apartments in Ul'Dah have also been semi taken over as a crash pad for her and her friends too (Weyd doesn't mind as long as no one disturbs her Research Time)

Hair style: (In-game style? Mod? Unachievable with either?)

It's an in game style because my dying $300 flat laptop goes into cardiac arrest if I play even games that can fit on a PS Vita/iOS like my Danganronpa trilogy collection, I've tried XIV mod programs only for them to literally shut down my computer at the system requirements so I'm forced to use in game resources

This is fine though because I've loved her current hair for 4 years it's very Her and I have HCs

Height: short | tall | specific measurement (5′2 | 157 cm)

Favourite/commonly used clothes (In-game clothes? Mods? Include pictures if desired, keep it to simple profiles)

Screenshot tag my beloved

Any difficulties with magical/physical disciplines? (Are they physically too weak to engage in close combat, or just rich in magical talent? etc)

She is awkward with magic having not relied on it or used it during childhood to adolescence so she is very hands on; her magical ability exists but is limited in practice with success only taking to the Astrologian arts after extensive training and some success using her natural aether as aura-like defense if consciously concentrated

Favourite Dish: (in game meals or not) Everything not bitter or tart | softest of soft spots for Sour Pork Belly Stew Favourite Colour: Orange Favourite Sound: Her friends voices Favourite Smell: Food is one of them, girl can eat Favourite Place: With loved ones Favourite Holiday: Moonfire Faire

Other: (Personality traits in other people, etc)

Kindness, sensitivity, thoughtfulness, goal driven, independent thinker, willful, courageous, truthful

Least Favourite Dish: (in game meals or not) Anything bitter or tart though she can tolerate it if needed Least Favourite Colour: Bright Greens Least Favourite Sound: Scraping/The collective noise of crowds when she's teetering on a mental breakdown Least Favourite Smell: Something burning Least Favourite Place: Ishgard (she's threatened to kill every noble family, clergyman, and corrupt knight and she would if need be) Least Favourite Holiday: The Rising- just because it's more depressing than happy

Other: (Personality traits in other people, etc)

Dishonest, violent, manipulative, greedy, stubborn, humorless, thoughtless, excessive sarcasm, cowardly

Siblings: (How many? Older or younger?)

Over 12+ from both sides of family, she ranks among the middle average range

Children: At present none but 3 in the future within 5 years

Friends: (do they surround themselves with many acquaintances and a few good friends, a few friends they trust deeply, or are they lacking for true friendships? Who are their notable best/closest friends?)

She went from figuratively losing family (really really close with a sister and brother especially) to no friends to suddenly a whole group of people who look at her for who she is and for the first time put the idea in her head that she's good and valuable just for being herself and it was a huge shock to be perceived that way; she's tightest with her core group of six but that foundation is what gave her the confidence to start seeking out friends beyond them and to be more social again

Rivals/Enemies: (How? Were they once a friend? Are they The Nemesis? Someone that can never be forgiven? Who holds the grudge, or is it mutual?)

She despises the Scions for using her as a tool of war and robbing her sense of humanity in how she viewed herself and the world, they dehumanized and spiritually debased her for so long in all manner of ways physical and mental by pedestaling and lionizing her for both killing and strict service to them that even with the good feats she accomplished working for them it still feels dirty to reflect on because of how horrible she felt, was treated, and the atrocities she committed and saw others commit, how they took advantage of her naïveté after becoming Hydaelyn's champion and of her selflessness (I am not a fan of Clean Military myths especially given my History background- it harms and is a form of propaganda therefore I write any militaries as never being blameless, for XIV this goes for Garleans & Alliance but also any regimented fighting force)

Any special gestures of affection they have with people in their life? (Sharing food, inside jokes, etc)

If she's willing to be touchy with you, give gifts, chime in instead of predominantly listening etc. then she likes you a lot, she's absolutely one to share food and have inside jokes and to remember things about you without asking or even announcing it like preferences or health needs and care, even bathing with others which is something she was used to during her tribal years- this is important to me given how PTSD has eroded her ability for memory so when she makes an effort to recall information out of love...broe 🥺

How are they dealing with the most prominent of the above? How does it affect their in day-to-day life, if at all? (Therapy, confiding in a trusted friend, avoidance, denial?)

At first not at all, she internalized every trauma, grievance, dislike, even general thoughts because no one post becoming WoL cared to hear anything she actually had to say or how she felt if it wasn't surface level commentary/agreement on what they wanted from her thus she went from talkative to largely silent whenever she wasn't alone because nothing she said was paid attention to so she may as well do nothing too, she was and sometimes still is very good at being ignored

This has changed after meeting her friends who make up the Guardians of Time and the shift itself had started once she and Yugiri developed feelings for each other then got together, but one person alone can't shift Vaste's entire perspective- her friends shes made even after the GoT all help her understand that she is mentally ill and she can be ok and she can take back her life and have a voice, it gives her perspective on the grander world too because she finally has a life to live and goals and responsibilities not dictated for her, she can be introspective in a positive way for once (alongside Weyd financing what little Eorzea has in way of what we'd consider therapy for her as she's done with Lewena)

~~ODDS AND ENDS~~ Notable Weapons (Any special bond with a weapon?)

Her spear Long Fang/Izinyo Elide (Zulu speakers feel free to correct my grammar as always) has remained since she trained at the Lancer's Guild in Gridania; it is exceptionally worn and used so thoroughly in single engagements that at times it's become a pole of red and gore, she used to glamour it over the better spears that later came into her hands but eventually preferred it so much as a symbol of her few days of restarted life before becoming WoL that she maintains and continues to use it

It's doubly significant as a marker of post tribal but pre WoL life since her original tribal spear carved of wood and Sundrake scale gave out when she reached the comparatively freezing Shroud and Coerthas area from hot and dry Thanalan and snapped under the new weather during her first winter in Gridania

She received Long Fang shortly after and committed to it as she did the resolve to live on her own before it all went south

Notable Mounts (Company Chocobo/Black Chocobo or maybe an EX horse/bird/dog/dragon? Do they have a name? Is there a story behind their meeting? Favourite treat? Affectionate or wary of strangers? What kind of combat style if company chocobo? Did they go to the First with their rider?)

Her company chocobo Alba is a light in her life always there to keep her company and putting up with her taking him every which way and back in exchange for love, treats (he loves carrots and apples and sugar cubes) and care- I imagine if he could talk she and him would have an Ardbert & Seto relationship, they took to each other like peas in a pod and can sense when either is in distress or their mood changes which is also helpful during riding because she can sense what's wrong around them faster by reading his movements and vibes, however while he is bound to her and curious of strangers he won't take to people as easily as she does but rather needs to get acclimated to new people one at a time, he dislikes being crowded and overwhelmed with new scents, faces, voices etc. bothering him if he's not in Riding Mode (HC him curling his big chocobo neck on her shoulder if she's sad or he wants to rest and she scratches his feathers)

There's also Ikhoza her wolf familiar mount gained after vanquishing Lakshmi that she loves riding because he makes her feel powerful and free with his appearance and feel soaring through the sky or blitzing past on flat terrain or over hills, she's not sure what spirit dogs eat but she's tried feeding him jerky before and it seemed to work, he is very fluffy and she may summon him to fall asleep on if she's not pressed in his softness while riding, she took Yugiri on a joyride with him once before she'd confessed her feelings and it was possibly the gayest sky ride anyone's ever been on in all of Hydaelyn, being bonded to her his flames don't burn her either nor anyone she wants to make an exception for

Notable Minion/s (Do they take this minion everywhere, or are they safely kept at home or an inn room? Any story behind them?)

Nothing in character wise but I do have my Dress-Up Yugiri out at all times in game because:

Keepsakes/Mementos (Akin to the Fortemps Shield. Anything particularly special they hold on to at all times?)

See this post for more on that at this time

Chronic Illnesses or Disabilities (arthritis, asthma, bronchitis, scoliosis, celiac, allergies or intolerances, any vision or hearing impairments, etc)

PTSD qualifies as a disability in my state at least and since I have it IRL I agree with the sentiment, it's genuinely awful; I've covered it before to an extent in a combat Hc meme I did but Vaste's symptoms effect her ability to remember events and information correctly or at all especially if she disassociated during the event, she feels emotionally numb when overwhelmed easier, she can be prone to mental breakdowns during stress and anxiety amplified by crowds, the sounds of many people talking/shouting/yelling at once, startle response from loud noises or unexpected touching, hyper vigilance impacting her sleep and leaving her more open to paranoia, flashbacks, riskier behavior without regard for safety etc.

She is also prone to disassociating during moments of stress be they big or small but especially during battle due to the extreme anxiety inducing environment which has at times even caused her to snap into one of her panic attacks and flee in desperation while feeling she Needs to claw out of her own skin to get to safety- this can also happen outside of combat if the situation goes wrong enough, her voice is also more monotone than the average persons further due to the damage PTSD has on the brain (there was a recent study exploring if voice recognition tech can be used to identify PTSD in war veterans | it was able to detect mental illness in patients vocal patterns and speech with 89% effectiveness from the sample pool) which makes emoting a bit difficult at times though not impossible

How do they deal with these? (Prosthetic leg? Helper familiar, like a seeing-eye dog or a purpose built mammet? Three spare sets of glasses because they know they’ll break one before the week is through?)

One of her coping techniques is to stop either physically or try stopping her train of thought, breathe in and count each second, fixate positive thoughts or desires in her mind and concentrate until the bad feeling ceases or lessens- having a familiar sensation or person close by also helps deescalate which is one of the reasons I decided Yugiri would probably give her an Ojuzu to wear on her wrist or anywhere she wants expressly to be used as an anchor point and be associated with good memories

Other methods include seeking out her friends and spending time with them doing anything, confiding in them about what happened this time and how she feels but not always, sometimes it's good enough to be with loved ones, other times sleep or writing out how she feels also help as does shopping as well as countering her negative thoughts and self perceptions with remembering positive qualities about herself and trying to pull away from self deprecation

Education Level (Did they go to an academy? Did they decide to specialize in something? Did they even ever go to school at all?)

Her first time at a formal school happened upon arriving in New Gridania once she choose to learn Eorzean Common properly and how to read and write their system (largely thanks to Mother Miounne's connections and help) then later she advanced to the local Lancer's Guild to expand her martial skills already built from her huntress days; the experience changed her life beyond leading to becoming WoL, it introduced new moral problems to navigate and taught her further the value of patience and diligence and the fact that no one in life can predict anything- just be prepared for whatever comes as best you can

She deeply respects her LNC/DRG teachers and those friends she's made through the art

Before this her education was practical and based in survival but also free form in the way only street smarts can truly be and without any shackles formalized education systems will impose on thinking and rationalizing, which has proved to benefit her in understanding things she can't touch

She's a fast learner but even better she Likes to seek out learning, and she's certainly not stupid (she's reckless, that's it's own kind of stupid but it's often willingly) just because she was raised a different way from most people and while she might not be able to calculate taxes or do heavy science like whatever the most elite rich schools might teach, she's no less sharp and hates being perceived as lesser for this background

She's also an accomplished student of Head Chef Lyngsath over at The Bismarck in Limsa; he was the first to teach her modern Eorzean cooking along with his staff and she remains emotionally indebted to them and will do favors (like filling in as a server girl) or pay them visits, either on business or for pleasure, they have her back and she has theirs- winning them over as a whelp of a newcomer was its own amusing challenge too that furthered her understanding of Limsan life

The same is true for life lessons the Fisherman's Guild gave her and she's friends with Wawalago and Sisipu, often visiting them and fellow guild members to discuss everything from catches and techniques to small talk to dilemmas and feelings (not counting her friends in the Maelstrom- she knows a lot of people from all backgrounds and learns from every one)

Im trying so hard not to ramble more about her AST training and Leveva Bryde's group because omg was that also a formative experience that helped renew her belief in humanity but I will expand it in its own HC meta

Habits (Do they leave their windows open, leave a little bit at the bottom of every glass, scrape their plate clean, are they superstitious? etc)

She enjoys walks (and riding Alba!) especially to help clear her head and can be found wandering about much to the awe of any who recognize her for what she is, doubly so if she ends up playing Triple Triad with someone (and gambling on said Triple Triad game)

Often times wherever she's fished she'll leave a mark on a nearby stone if the spot had exceptional catches leaving those who come after her to wonder who's the stranger aiding them when they'll likely never meet

When it comes to food she will always clean her plate, in fact to see her not do so or worse yet not touch her food is a clear sign she's unwell be it mentally or physically

Speaking of plates she will often wash the dishes or offer to help clean up after a meal because it's polite! By the same standard she does her best to thank the store clerks whenever she buys something or gets a service done out of courtesy ingrained from childhood

She is very clean and keeps up on hygiene, another instilled habit from childhood due to U Tribe culture; so much so that again to see her neglect it is a sign she's unwell and she feels so icky during months of hard travel causing times she's just unable to clean or bathe as much as she'd like- it drives her nuts (but also she isn't shy about bathing/soaking together with friends or Yugiri or in general, she saw the similarities to her tribe's oasis bathing culture and the hot spring culture of Hinganshi/Doma and fit right in)

There's more but I'm drawing a blank right now lol

Other (Anything else notable about your character not taken into account prior!)

Her smile's so pretty omg why is she so pretty

Here she is doing a funny little dance!!

#hc

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eddiekaspbraklives-blog · 7 years ago

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can you please do the “please? For me?” Thing from the 3 little words starter pack for Reddie?

3 little words || “Please? For me?”

Summary: To say that Eddie was concerned he would die on one of these things was an understatement. Does Richie know how many accidents happen on these every year? Has he even seen the ‘Top 10 fails’ videos circling the internet? Apparently not, because he was persistent on convincing Eddie to join him, anyways.

Word Count: 1,615

Warnings: A tad bit of swears and a couple joking mentions of death, nothing too crazy.

A/N: This probably wasn’t what you were expecting, but I hope it’s okay !!! Also I love roller coasters and I laugh like a mad man going down the hills, and I hc that Richie is the same. Fight me on it. Enjoy !!!

To say that Eddie was concerned he would die on one of these things was an understatement. Does Richie know how many accidents happen on these every year? Has he even seen the ‘Top 10 fails’ videos circling the internet? Apparently not, because he was persistent on convincing Eddie to join him anyways.

Going against his common sense, Eddie had decided to tag along with Richie to an amusement park. Why? He wasn’t so sure. He had kind of assumed they’d spend the day playing games and going on safe, fun rides like the carousels or baby roller coasters. He was wrong. God, he wished he were on a baby roller coaster.

He had managed to keep Richie from dragging him onto anything too high or too fast, but he couldn’t keep the thrill seeker away from thrills for long. Halfway into the day, all Richie was doing was complaining. Eddie could tell that their perfectly safe and reasonable amusement park date was about to get… A little less safe and reasonable.

“I wanna go on the Storm Racer!” Richie begged like a little kid. “Pleaseee,” He dragged out, “all we’ve done is go on stuff for 5 year olds, and all these Christian mothers keep staring at me like I’m a freak while I ride next to their toddlers.”

“You are a freak.” Eddie barked back, trying to avoid his boyfriends question.

“Can we go?” He pleaded. “You’re gonna have so much fun when you get to the top of the hill. I promise it isn’t even that bad! It looks super high but it’s such a blast when you go down the first drop.” He informed Eddie.

He just scoffed, not believing what he was hearing. “I’ve watched videos from when people test their amusement park rides. I’ve seen one where the test dummy just flew out of the coaster! He flew right out while he was way up in the air like a bird who tried to fly but couldn’t. You want that to be us?” Eddie asks him, eyebrows raised.

Richie rolled his eyes and groaned. “Oh, please. That was probably fake. That’s only happened twice in real life.”

“What?!” Eddie cried.

“Joking! That was a joke!” Richie added quickly, realizing he wasn’t helping his case. “But for real, Eds. I promise they do tons of checks on these all the time and there’s secure seat belts and harnesses and everything. You’re perfectly safe. Sometimes there’s even extra handle bars to hold on to.” He reassured.

“Okay, well.. Maybe that sounds reasonable enough, but have you ever stopped to consider what could happen if the actual cart flew off the track?”

“They do checks for that too, Eds.” Richie deadpanned.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Come on the Storm Racer with me and I won’t.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie let out an obnoxious whine as Eddie pulled him by the arm to a nearby bench, sitting the both of them down.

“This is for your own good, Tozier. I guarantee there’s faulty wiring somewhere in that thing. We can get some ice cream or something instead. How does that sound?”

Richie glared at Eddie, crossing his arms and keeping his lips shut tight.

“Are you serious right now? The silent treatment? I’m looking out for you!” Eddie explained.

In response, Richies facial expression contorted from mock anger to pouting as he began to fake cry.

“Jesus, I am dating a 6 year old! This is exactly why I’ve been taking you on kiddie rides all day.” Eddie laughed at his own joke, but Richie paid no mind.

“Please come with me on the Storm Racer, Eddie spaghetti!” He cried, dramatically grabbing Eddies shoulders and lightly shaking them. “I’ll do anything you want for the rest of the day.” He tried to bargain.

“As tempting as that sounds…” Eddie began to think, but before he could get any further Richie cupped Eddies face in his hands and stared directly into his eyes, serious as ever.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked, trying to read his companions face.

“Eddie. You need to take risks.”

He rolled his eyes, but Richie immediately spoke up. “Look at me! This is gonna be so much fucking fun, you don’t even know. Well, you really don’t, because if you did you would be waiting in line with me already. But it’s gonna be amazing. Amazing! You hear me?”

Eddie raised one eyebrow. “Eh… I still think-“

Richie cut him off. “Nope. You don’t think. Just do. If you don’t tag along I’ll have to resort to extreme measures.” He warned. When Eddie just giggled, Richie pulled his hands away from his face and sighed.

“Alright, Eds. No kisses for 3 days.”

“What?!” Eddie cried for a second time that day.

“I told you, and now you’ve gotta face the consequences.” He said, trying not to smile.

“That is not fair, you asshole. I’m just trying not to die here.”

“Shame.” Richie shrugged, not even bothering to try to look regretful.

“Fine! Fine. I’ll go on this stupid death trap!” Eddie caved immediately, watching Richie jump up from his seat in excitement.

“Fuck yes! Thank you, Eddie spaghetti!” He laughed, leaning down to pepper a few kisses onto Eddies face.

“Whatever. I’m only agreeing because you’re annoying me.” Eddie tried to play off.

“Sure. Now let’s go!” He exclaimed, grabbing Eddies hand and practically dragging him all the way to the line. Once they got up to the entrance, Richie tried to walk in but lost grasp of Eddies hand when Eddie let go, stopping in his tracks. Richie turned around to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked sincerely.

Eddie looked up at the ride with a worried look on his face. “I don’t know if I can do this, Rich. I know you didn’t take it seriously, but these rides freak me out.” He said, looking back at his boyfriend.

Richie’s face fell and he stepped towards Eddie, grabbing his hand once more.

“Hey. I swear on my life, nothing’s gonna happen to you. Just come up here with me and I can hold your hand and we can kiss at the top of the biggest hill and I can talk to you the whole time. It’ll be just fine, I promise.” He cooed as Eddie gazed at him. “Please? For me?”

“Alright. For you.” He replied, watching a grin spread on Richie’s face with his answer.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” Eddie squealed, watching the ground get smaller and smaller beneath him as a cart ever-so-slowly pulled him up.

“Deep breaths, okay Eds?” Richie reminded him, grabbing onto his hand tightly. “I’ve got you!”

“Okay. Okay, phew! I can do this. I can do it.” Eddie muttered, trying his best to convince himself, hardly noticing how Richie’s thumb rubbed his knuckles in a comforting manner.

“Alright, we’re almost there. Are you ready?” He asked the smaller boy, though he didn’t have much of a choice.

“I don’t kn-Holy shit!” He exclaimed as they reached the top of the hill. “We’re so fucking high.” He said quickly.

Richie ignored his impulse to make a joke out of Eddie’s last statement and spoke fast while the cart hovered for a moment. “Hey.”

Eddie looked at him, and Richie leaned in to do just what he promised. He kissed him soft and sweet, pulling back just as fast as he had leaned forwards. “Let’s do this!” He yelled as the cart began to roll forwards, hurling them down.

Although Eddie let out a squeal he would never admit to, and although his grip on Richie’s hand tightened enough to practically break it, the drop didn’t send him into a panic attack unlike he had expected. Instead, he focused on looking at Richie while they soared down, training his gaze on his freckled face and messy hair. He watched as his lover squeezed his eyes shut, raising his free hand in the air and laughing; really laughing.

Despite the cool feeling of the wind rushing quickly against him, Eddie could feel his face flush at the sight. He had never seen Richie look this carefree. Suddenly he was okay with the fact that he had just plummeted 200 something feet, because Richie was truly happy in this moment, and that was a feeling the poor boy just didn’t get to experience enough.

Eddie twisted his head to face forwards again and lifted his own free hand into the air, relishing in the feeling by closing his eyes and smiling until he felt the ride slow to a stop. Opening them back up again when he was sure they were on solid ground, he heard his partners voice fill the air.

“Eddie spaghetti, we are really taking some risks today, huh?” He beamed, having taken note of Eddie putting a hand up throughout the ride.

Instead of replying, Eddie cupped his face quickly in one hand and pressed their lips together at the speed of light. It was sloppy, and Richie wasn’t expecting it, but within a couple seconds he melted into Eddie, feeling him smile through the kiss. When Eddie finally pulled away, he lifted his head up to look into the sky and laughed.

“Shit, maybe I should be taking you on roller coaster rides more often.” Richie joked.

“We didn’t die.” Eddie panted.

“We didn’t die, Eds.” He backed up, smiling from ear to ear and picking up Eddies hand, kissing his knuckles. “But god, did it take you some convincing. I told you it would be fine, you weirdo! Who’s the freak now?” He joked.

“Love you too, trash mouth.”

Richie just laughed.

Really laughed.

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Day 7 of Reyes Vidal Week: The Charlatan and the Archangel

Today’s fanfic prompt was either Cannon or AU, and I’ve gone totally AU.

My biggest HC is that Reyes learned all his Charlatan tricks as Aria T’Loak’s protégé, then eventually escaped her by joining the Andromeda Initiative. This is a short story of what might have happened if Reyes had stayed on Omega as Aria’s number-one man instead of joining the Initiative. Some of it is adapted from my original Aria T’Loak/Reyes Vidal story.

Fair warning: I LOVE Reyes and I LOVE Garrus but in this story they go head-to-head. Oh dear oh dear oh dear what have I done...

2183 C. E.: Omega Station, The Milky Way

BLAM. A third and final shot rang out, and the merc towering over Reyes crumpled, bits of skull and blood sprinkling over the docks as he fell. Jesus, that was a close one, Reyes thought with relief as he stood shakily, but he wasn’t in the clear yet.

Being followed and jumped by three armed mercs on a deserted dock on Omega was not Reyes’ idea of a good evening. He probably could have handled the mercs by himself, though it would have been a close shave with them all being armed; but the person who had ‘saved’ him - clearly a sniper, from the precision of the shots and the fact that the shooter had not yet revealed themselves - introduced a new, totally unknown element of danger.

There. At the upper level ringing the docks, Reyes caught a hint of movement. A figure stood - a male turian, from the distinctive crest. He slung a Black Widow sniper rifle smoothly over his back, then made his way towards the stairs that led down to the docks level as he spoke. “Walking around Omega’s deserted docks at this hour is a good way to get yourself killed.”

Despite the turian’s blunt words, his polyphonic voice sounded kinder than the average turian’s… and unusually kind for Omega. He’s not a local either, Reyes thought. He slapped on a dorky, naive smile and replied, “Yeah, I’ve only been here a couple months - still don’t know where I’m going half the time. Don’t know how to thank you - I’d be dead if you hadn’t stepped in.”

The turian drew near, and Reyes examined his saviour curiously. The turian sniper sported blue clan paint over his malar carapace, and a distinctive, minimalist visor over his left eye - probably helps with aiming, Reyes thought with interest. The turian looked him over suspiciously and asked, “Are you hurt?”

Reyes shook his head. “I’m good, thanks. Really. That happened so fast.”

The turian continued to study him, a frankly mistrustful look on his face. “I’ve seen you with Aria T’Loak’s people. You’re falling into a bad crowd there. Maybe I should take you out as well.”

Fuck. Me, Reyes thought with a surge of anxiety. Time for some smooth talking. “I’m with the Alliance. I came here on a mission, but everything went wrong. Aria kept me as a prisoner and now I’m working for her… I didn’t know what else to do.”

The turian sniper eyed him with open suspicion, then gave a small nod. “Get off this station if you know what’s good for you,” the turian said sternly. He stared intently at Reyes, and there was a gleam of hardness in his eyes. “If I catch you involved in any criminal activity, I won’t be so lenient next time. Go.”

Reyes nodded emphatically. “Yeah, I’ll try and get out of here. Thanks again, I really…” But his turian saviour was already walking away purposefully. As the turian disappeared into the shadows, Reyes swallowed, then remembered that Anto, Aria’s second-in-command, must be waiting somewhere on the docks for him. He called Anto on his omni-tool.

Anto answered almost immediately. “What the fuck was that?” he hissed. “I hid when I heard the shots. How the fuck did you get out of that alive?”

“Some fancy talking,” Reyes replied, as relief began to finally wash over him, making him feel giddy. “Fanciest fucking talking of my life. Who even was that guy?”

Anto grunted. “We’ve been getting reports about that guy. You’re lucky you’re not dead, Vidal. You just talked your way out of being sniped by Archangel.”

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Garrus Vakarian melted into the shadows, the Black Widow on his back a comforting weight that reminded him of his purpose. Before she had died, Shepard had jokingly used the phrase ‘taking out the trash’ in reference to criminals getting what was coming to them. With a pang of grief, he thought of how she would have made some kind of joke about him being a garbage-man if she could have seen him now.

Three criminals down for the count in one night, Garrus thought to himself with grim satisfaction as he slipped through Omega’s alleys and corridors to his shitty studio apartment. That human that they’d been targeting, though… Garrus would have to keep an eye on that one. Maybe he was just an innocent, caught up in Aria’s criminal dealings… But innocence and good intentions could be sullied by greed and corruption in a heartbeat. Garrus had seen it too many times to really have faith in anyone anymore. Especially on Omega.

He stepped into his apartment and engaged the omni-lock, then fastidiously cleaned his Black Widow before racking it carefully on the wall. He was just preparing a light meal when his omni-tool pinged: Lantar Sidonis had arrived. Garrus swiped his omni-tool to let his compatriot in.

Sidonis stepped in and the two turians nodded to each other sharply, then Sidonis sat at Garrus’ spartan dining/kitchen table. “How did you fare today?” he asked. Garrus and Sidonis, friendly though they were, rarely bothered with small talk.

Garrus handed him a glass of water, then joined him at the table with his food. “Took out three would-be murderers today. Eclipse lackeys; no loss. Gathered more info on that protection racket in the Blue Suns’ territory, too. It’s run by a batarian named Niall. But it might be a while before we can take it down. I managed to help out a couple of the families in the meantime.”

Sidonis lowered his glass and gave Garrus a stern look. “You’re going to go broke if you keep doing this, Vakarian. You have to stay alive on this station, too. That means having a few credits in your pocket, not giving them all away.”

Garrus grunted. Sidonis wasn’t wrong; Garrus was dipping into his own savings to pay the families’ protection fees, and soon his credits were going to start dwindling dangerously. But Garrus didn’t see an alternative at this time. If I stop paying their fees, the parents will get murdered, then those kids will become orphans, then they’ll get picked up by the gangs… This is the only way to stop the cycle. Even if it’s temporary.

SIdonis eyed his friend for a moment longer, then chuckled, his flanged voice warm. “I understand you, Vakarian. I do. Once we have a bigger team, we’ll be able to do more. Just hang in there.” Garrus sighed and nodded, his mandibles flaring in a slight smile. Finally, he took a bite of his dinner. “What’s the progress on the team?” he asked Sidonis. Sidonis had told him he’d found another disgruntled justice-seeker who was sick of red tape and might be willing to join their crusade.

Sidonis nodded and brought up his omni-tool. “It’s looking good. I’ll send you the dossier. Here’s what I thought…”

The two turians worked into the night, planning their various missions to sweep Omega clean of crime. Garrus savoured the joy of justice, the grim satisfaction of having a clear purpose. And if sometimes there was a wave of another emotion, something darker and more tragic, accompanied by the bittersweet memory of a certain N7 commander with short black hair and intense green eyes, Garrus shoved it aside.

There was no time or place for grief or regret. Archangel had a purpose. He had to keep his mind, and his aim, sharp and focused.

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2184 C. E.: One year later…

Reyes tapped the counter of the bar in Omega’s marketplace and held up two fingers - two fingers of Macallan - to the quarian bartender. The bartender nodded briskly and slid a tumbler across the bar to Reyes, who lifted the tumbler and sipped it leisurely. Today was a relatively relaxed workday; he’d helped Cassian out with a quick interrogation this morning, signed a couple of smuggling deals, and now he was doing some casual info-gathering in the market, listening out for anything interesting - or treasonous - that could be valuable. After all, as Aria always liked to remind him, information was power.

Reyes was unobtrusively listening to the conversation of a couple of salarian businessmen when he felt someone sidle up beside him at the bar. He glanced to his left… and almost choked on the whiskey that was halfway down his throat as he recognized the person at his elbow.

Archangel. It had been something like a year since Reyes’ encounter with the turian vigilante. In that time, Reyes felt like he’d become a new man, stronger and harder with better survival instincts. Being Aria T’Loak’s number-one agent and fuck buddy could do that to a man. But Reyes had never quite been able to forget the night his ass was saved - and then almost killed - by the turian sniper with deadly accuracy.

Archangel stared down at him intensely. Turian facial expressions were not Reyes’ forte, but the look in Archangel’s blue-grey eyes was unequivocally hard and unforgiving. “I told you to get off this station if you knew what was good for you,” Archangel said. The hint of kindness that Reyes remembered in his voice was gone. I’m not the only one who’s changed and hardened over the past year, Reyes thought, at the same time as a chill rippled down his back at the turian’s obvious hostility. Reyes mastered his trepidation and gave Archangel a charming smile.

“Sorry, must have forgotten. How have you been? It’s been what, a year?” Reyes said smoothly, holding up a finger to the bartender and jerking his head at Archangel. The bartender immediately slid Archangel a shot of pale green liquor, but he ignored it, his attention fully on Reyes.

“You’re one of Aria’s main thugs. Your little story about the Alliance was a lie.”

The scorn in Archangel’s voice was like a whip, but Reyes ignored it. He hadn’t been lying when he’d said he was Aria’s prisoner a year ago, but he was starting to feel annoyed by the turian. Who the fuck did Archangel think he was? The ethics police? He wasn’t exactly innocent himself. After all, he’d shot three men in cold blood that night. Reyes was annoyed enough that he wanted to return the favour and annoy Archangel in kind. So he pouted mockingly. “That hurts my feelings. I like to think I’m more than just a thug. I’m a man of many talents. But you seem to know all about that already.” Reyes purposely looked away from Archangel, his facial expression bored as he sipped his whiskey.

He almost jumped at the sound of the turian’s flanged voice close to his ear. “The only reason you aren’t dead right now is that I don’t want to start a public brawl in the middle of the afternoon.”

Reyes felt a simmering rage at the turian’s holier-than-thou attitude. Quick as a flash, Reyes pulled a short knife from the sheath on his thigh and held it against Archangel’s abdomen… right in the space on the turian body that melted from carapace into more penetrable skin. Reyes stared up into the turian’s eyes, all pretense of joking charm replaced by a cold hardness that would have made Aria proud. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t have those kinds of qualms. So back the fuck off of me before I give the marketplace an in-depth lesson in turian anatomy.”

Reyes could feel Archangel’s stillness at the threat of the knife. The two men stared at each other, their eyes hard and furious… then Archangel took a small step back. Reyes quietly released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. When the turian spoke again, his voice was flat and ice cold. “You’re a dead man, Vidal. It’s just a matter of time. As soon as I catch you alone… you’re done.” Without another word, he strode away, blending seamlessly into the market’s multispecies crowd.

Reyes turned back to the bar and shot the rest of his drink in one gulp. The little altercation between himself and Archangel had gone unnoticed, but Reyes had to forcibly quell the slight tremble of his hands. Nowadays, death and dismemberment threats were a dime a dozen for Reyes Vidal, but somehow it was different coming from Archangel. That guy is dead serious, Reyes thought. He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to the turian during the year since they’d met. Archangel had been a vigilante, but his threat today had seemed more… personal.

Reyes shook his head, pushing the thoughts away. He’s just some washed-up vigilante, Reyes told himself as he swiped a generous tip to the quarian bartender and headed back to Afterlife. And yet, Aria had thought he’d be dead within weeks to months… and here he was, a year later, still going strong.

Maybe I’ll start taking more populated routes home, Reyes thought to himself. Just in case.

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2185 C.E.: 8 months later…

Reyes sat back in the shuttle, totally at ease in his light armour and heavy weaponry. Fucking Archangel is done, he thought smugly. That asshole has shot me for the last time. Over the past few months, Archangel had made two attempts on his life. The first time, he’d shot off a chunk of Reyes’ left ear, and the second time he’d grazed his shoulder. Reyes’ paranoia and environmental awareness, and sheer fucking luck, were literally the only things that had saved him.

When Reyes had heard that the Blood Pack, Eclipse, and the Blue Suns were collaborating to take Archangel out, he had bought a bottle of whiskey for Anto and the boys to celebrate. And when he’d heard that the gangs were recruiting freelancers to join in the effort, he’d signed up immediately. Aria had given him one of her trademark you’re-a-fucking-idiot looks when he’d told her. “You’re going to die. Archangel’s already taken out dozens of mercs. It would be amusing if it wasn’t such a fucking waste.” She’d leaned back in her office chair, naked and post-coital, and eyed him skeptically. “You’re just going to be so much more rotting meat on the boulevard if you go.”

Reyes had leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, then left, his stride purposeful. “I’ll bring you back a piece of his carapace as a souvenir,” he called cockily over his shoulder. As the door closed behind him, he’d laughed at her response: “I’ll start interviewing replacements for your job.”

So now Reyes sat in the shuttle with a handful of other mercs, flying out to the rendezvous point. Across from him sat a striking woman in her early 30s wearing an impressive set of blood-red heavy armour, incongruously flanked by a pretty, wide-eyed asari and a gorgeous dark-haired human woman in a skintight black-and-white bodysuit. The armoured woman nodded briefly to him, her green eyes watchful and calm. “What brings you on this mission?” she asked him casually.

Reyes smirked and pointed to his mutilated left ear. “Archangel took a piece of me. Figured it’s time I returned the favour.” He cocked his head to the side. “You?”

The woman gave a faint smile. “Credits. I’m hoping for a big payout from this.”

“Nice try,” Reyes drawled, his eyes sliding over her, from her short crop of black hair to the tips of her blood-red armoured toes. Her gear was high-end with hardly any signs of wear. “Your shit is brand new. What’s your angle?” Reyes’ tone was playful and flirtatious, but he was genuinely curious… and a touch suspicious. Wouldn’t hurt if he could gather some intel on this woman in case Aria wanted to keep an eye on her.

The woman in red smiled, and her eyes sparkled playfully. “Aren’t you the curious one?” she remarked, the sound of her calm, throaty voice making Reyes smile. “Maybe I wanted to meet the interesting rabble who would sign up for a suicide mission.” She raised one eyebrow, and her dark-haired colleague gave a tiny cough that somehow managed to convey a lifetime’s worth of disapproval. Reyes laughed, reacting to both the woman’s banter and to her colleague’s displeasure. This woman in red was so self-possessed and confident. Reyes liked it.“You might think I’m rabble now, but I’m sure I’ll change your mind,” he purred, then impulsively he added, “Let me buy you a victory drink after this.”

The woman exchanged a tiny, sardonic smile with her asari companion, who smiled back innocently. Then she turned back to face him. “A victory drink. It’s a plan,” she said, and there was a clear undertone of amusement in her voice. Reyes winked at her, amused when the brunette rolled her eyes. “I’m Reyes, by the way. Reyes Vidal,” he said, extending a hand to her.

She took his hand with an impressively firm grip. “Adriana. Adriana Shepard.”

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Garrus slumped behind cover, taking a moment to catch his breath. He was exhausted. He was running out of ammo and genuinely wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out against the gangs’ onslaught. It was clever for them to recruit desperate mercs; throwing bodies at him was an extremely crude strategy (Garrus could hardly bear to call it a strategy at all), but unfortunately effective over time. He was starting to wear down.

Another surge of rage towards Sidonis blew through him, and he took a measured breath to control his anger. If I get out of this alive, I will make it my life’s mission to hunt that traitor down, Garrus thought to himself. But first, he had to get out of this alive… and therein lay the problem.

Another wave of mercs was advancing along the boulevard; Garrus could hear them coming. He using his scope, he peeked over his cover to get a look at what he was facing. A scattering of LOKIs, a handful of ragged batarians, a turian or two, a heavily armoured human... Wait. That garish red armour.... Garrus used his visor to zoom closer on the tiny emblem at the collar of the armed human’s breastplate.

Wait. Is that…? No. It can’t be.

The tiny emblem on her red armour: N7.

Garrus experienced a rush of adrenaline so strong it was practically orgasmic. He only knew one person who wore that eye-watering shade of red armour. But he still couldn’t believe his eyes. Shepard’s dead. She’s dead. She can’t be here… How is that possible? Hope and pessimism warred in his chest as he watched the red-armoured figure more closely. Spirits, he thought in growing amazement. The way she moved, even the twitch of her head to the left then the right before she began to lope up the boulevard…

It’s her. Shepard is alive.

Garrus was galvanized. His energy and determination restored, he looked through his sights with fresh focus… and recognized another familiar human. Reyes Fucking Vidal. In his excitement at recognizing Shepard, Garrus had ignored the man she was running beside… the man who was unwisely not wearing a helmet. Reyes smiled and said something to Shepard and lightly hit her in the arm, and Garrus narrowed his eyes and the slimy, charming vorcha.

With renewed focus, Garrus loaded a round into his faithful Black Widow, focused his aim at Reyes’ dark-haired head, and smiled.

This time, Archangel wouldn’t miss.

Art credits: Garrus pic from http://torron.deviantart.com/art/Garrus-Vakarian-You-ll-Never-Be-Alone-369719464; Reyes pic from @life-is-no-sugarlicking!

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