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alyas-ladyblog · 5 years ago

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A Not So Brief Hiatus P.7

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Hey everyone! Sorry this update’s so late, school kicked up, so I’ve been trying to juggle that, my internship and this. I’m super excited that we finally got to the introduction of the Fox hero. Alya’s section of the fic will end soon, and we’ll be moving onto the next character, which will be fun :)

Anyways, hope you enjoy, and likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

Corporislatro, I am Hawkmoth. Aren’t you tired of your best friend acting as though she’d be anything without you? I’m giving you the power to make your best friend walk in your shoes, and you in hers. In return, you must bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses.

Do we have a deal?

“Yes Hawkmoth.”

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“shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Marinette whispered, clambering downstairs, Tikki floating close behind.

Tikki suddenly yelped, and dove into the fruit bowl on the counter.

Before she could react, Marinette heard a noise.

She stiffened.

Sabine walked out in her robe, blearily rubbing her eyes.

“Marinette honey, what’s going on?”

Marinette shushed her.

“It’s an akuma. Go back into your room, and stay there,” she said, pushing her mom back towards her parents’ room.

As she moved to close the door, Sabine grabbed her wrist.

“What about you?” She said, and began pulling Marinette in.

Another cackle sounded from outside, and Sabine paused.

“Marinette,” Alya’s singsong voice floated through the house. “Where are you girl?”

Sabine’s eyes widened. “Is that–”

Marinette shut the door on her mom’s face.

“I’ll be fine!” Marinette said through the door. “I’m just going back up to my room, and I’m gonna lock myself in. I’ll be safe, I promise.”

She heard her mom pounding on her frame as she dashed off.

She wondered how long it would take before Sabine remembered that that door locked from the inside.

Marinette ducked behind the couch, away from the living room window.

Tikki zipped out of the fruit bowl.

“That was a close call,” She said.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Marinette replied. “Let’s get this done quickly, I owe Alya an explanation. Tikki, Spots On!”

The transformation washed over her.

Ladybug emerged from behind the couch, sneaking into the hall and out the backdoor, and swung her way onto the roof of the school as quietly as she could.

She surveyed the area, spotting Alya’s akumatized form pacing back and forth on her the Dupain-Cheng balcony.

Ladybug pulled out her yoyo, using the camera to get a closer look.

She started when she saw Alya.

Her hair was pulled into two ponytails at the back of her head, and she wore a light grey, almost white jacket, and a black shirt with white cherry blossoms and pink vines on them. Her pants were a darker, more muted version of the same pink, and she wore a similarly colored cross body purse.

“She’s wearing my clothes,” Ladybug breathed.

Akuma Alya turned, and stomped her foot.

Ladybug noted the black tears running down her face, and her white eyes, devoid of any pupil or iris.

Ladybug’s eyes narrowed, and she zoomed in with her yoyo, looking for anything that stood out, that might house the akuma.

“Fancy mew-ting you here, milady.”

Ladybug let out a startled squeak and fell forward.

She felt someone grab her wrist, and pull her back.

As soon as she regained her footing, Chat let go of her wrist.

“Sorry,” he said quietly, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

He crouched next to her. “So, what do we know?”

“The akuma is Alya Césaire, the author of the Ladyblog. Still not sure what her powers are, or why she got akumatized, but I’m guessing it has something to do with Marinette Dupain Cheng, her best friend. She was looking for her earlier, and that’s whose balcony she’s standing on. And before you ask,” Ladybug said, holding up her hand as Chat tried to interrupt her, “Marinette is safe. I have her in a secure hiding place. Alya won’t find her.”

“Okay good,” Chat said with a nod. “Alya again,” he murmured. “Seems the poor thing’s having a rough go at it. Oblivio only happened a few weeks ago.”

Ladybug felt a twinge of guilt at that.

“Well, if we get this done fast, we can talk to her afterwards and check on how she’s doing,” Chat said.

Ladybug nodded.

“Okay,” she said.

The two sprang forward, and Ladybug swung onto the balcony, Chat Noir touching down a second later.

Akumatized Alya shrieked, seemingly put on defense. She hopped back, sprinting across the rooftops, Ladybug and Chat Noir in hot pursuit.

The two followed her onto the roof of a greenhouse, where Alya gave them a mocking salute and fell back, shattering the pane she fell on.

The duo hopped in after her, landing in the middle of a variety of plants.

Ladybug backed up slowly until she bumped backs with Chat Noir. She drew her yoyo, but waited to turn it into her barrier, knowing the light it gave off would put a target on their back.

Chat did the same, holding his baton with one hand, his other hand ghosting Ladybug’s hip, assuring her of his presence.

They held their position, looking around for Alya.

The greenhouse was unnaturally quiet.

Ladybug felt the hairs on her neck stand on end.

“Look out!” she yelled, just as Akumatized Alya dropped down from a bar on the ceiling, firing beams of light at them from two wristlets.

Ladybug and Chat Noir dove in separate directions, and dodged the incoming beams.

“Stand still!” the akuma roared.

“Keep her busy!” Ladybug commanded.

Chat nodded.

He ran right for her, batting the beams of light out of the way with his baton. “You trying to get a picture of me for the Ladyblog Alya?” He asked, bringing his baton down, right where the akuma was standing.

The akuma sidestepped the attack, and drove her elbow into Chat’s ribs. “It’s not Alya anymore, it’s Corporislatro,” she said, smashing her hand into his face.

Chat flew back and rolled back into a somersault, landing on his feet. “Don’t you know Alya? Cat’s always land on their feet.”

Corporislatro bared her teeth. “I’m going to relieve you of all nine of your lives kitty cat,” she hissed, charging Chat.

Chat’s eyes widened, and he leapt out of the way, tripping the akuma. “Meowch,” he said, “I love a good cat pun but that one was just plain vicious.”

He saw a flash of light out of the corner of his eye, and Ladybug holding what looked to be…a box of tea?

Ladybug’s eyes lit up in recognition. “I’ll be back!” She shouted, throwing her yoyo out through the shattered window, launching herself into the sky.

Chat cursed under his breath.

Guess he was gonna be babysitting.

He turned back to Corpwhatever and sighed at the wolfish grin she threw his way.

“I hope I don't have to get a rabies shot after this,” he said, and drew his baton.

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Marinette burst into Master Fu’s studio.

“Master! I need your help.”

Fu nodded, and turned to the phonograph.

He drew the miracle box from it, and opened it in front of her.

“Pick an ally to help you on this mission,” Fu began, and Marinette tuned him out.

She looked down at the options.

Turtle?

No. Corporislatro was too fast.

Bee?

No. She was too evasive, and could switch to using those beams to attack from a distance.

Dragon?

There wasn’t any point. The akuma didn’t seem to have any weakness to the elements.

What she needed was a distraction.

Marinette’s hand drifted towards the Fox.

She hesitated.

Was that too soon? Would bringing out Alya’s old miraculous to use against her be rubbing salt in the wound?

“Trust your intuition Marinette,” Fu said.

Marinette nodded, and grabbed the Fox Miraculous.

Fu handed her the box, and she gingerly put the necklace inside.

“Do you have someone in mind?”

Her phone vibrated.

Luka⚡️10:58pm: There’s an akuma in the greenhouse near your house. Stay inside. Stay safe.

Marinette smiled. “I think I have the perfect candidate.”

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Ladybug cursed, leaping onto another rooftop. The boat had been empty.

She sprinted past her bakery, then came to a screeching halt.

Her parents were outside the bakery, talking with someone.

She dropped down in front of them. “Monsieur, Madame, you need to get inside, it isn’t safe for you to–”

Her sentence trailed off, and she realized who her parents were talking to.

Luka raised his hand in greeting.

“The akuma has our daughter!” Sabine sobbed, quickly drawing her attention back to the problem at hand.

“It’s alright love,” Tom said, pressing a kiss to his wife’s forehead. “Ladybug is here now, she’ll fix this.”

Ladybug took Sabine’s hand. “Marinette is safe. The akuma was targeting her, so I took her somewhere protected. She’s hiding now and she’s in good hands: the akuma can’t get to her. I apologize for the scare.”

Sabine nodded, and gave her a watery smile.

“Thank you, Ladybug.”

Ladybug smiled back. “Is there anything you can tell me about this akuma?”

“Her power seems like it makes people switch personalities,” Luka responded. “She hit my sister, and my sister started acting like her girlfriend. It even changed her hair and clothes to match, and she was crying these black tears,” he said with a shudder.

“After hitting her, the akuma tried hitting my mom and I, but lost her patience and left, and Jule-Rose seems fine. The akuma had said something about finding Marinette, so I ran here, to try and make sure she was safe.”

Ladybug nodded. “Any other details?”

Luka shook his head.

“Well then, we best be getting you home.”

Ladybug looped her free arm around Luka, and turned back to her parents.

“Monsieur, Madame, for your safety, please get back inside.”

Sabine squeezed Ladybug’s hand, and her and Tom went back into the bakery.

Ladybug breathed a sigh of relief, and grabbed her yoyo, launching them into the air.

She dropped them in a nearby alleyway.

“Ladybug why did we–” Ladybug thrust the box at him.

“Luka Couffaine, this is the Miraculous of the Fox, which grants the power of illusion. You will use it for the greater good, and when the mission is over, you will return it to me. Can I trust you?”

Luka’s eyes crinkled in confusion.

“What about Viperion?”

“Not the right choice for this mission,” she said.

“But isn’t there already a fox?”

“She asked to be retired,” Ladybug explained, feeling the familiar tightening in her chest.

Luka nodded, not pressing the matter, which she appreciated.

He opened the box, and Trixx shot out.

“Heya new guy! The name’s Trixx, I’m your kwami, you know the drill. Remember to focus when you cast your mirage, and keep playing until you want it to fall. To detransform, it’s Trixx, let’s rest, and to transform, just say Trixx, let’s pounce.”

Luka slipped on the necklace. “Trixx, let’s pounce!”

The transformation washed over him, giving him a fur trimmed hood, and a sharper mask, with an orange line under each eye, coming down to a point on his nose.

Ladybug tilted her head.

His suit was mostly cream colored, with gradients of orange concentrated at his joints and on his head.

She’d never seen a fox quite like it.

“Let’s head out,” he said, leaping onto the roof.

“So, what do you want me to call you?” Ladybug asked, jogging next to him.

Luka hummed. “Euterpe,” he said finally.

The two stopped across the way from the greenhouse, where they could see flashes of bright light coming from within.

Euterpe’s eyes widened. “Is Chat–”

“Alone in there with Corporislatro? Yeah. Listen, I need you to stay hidden, alright? This is Alya, even in her akumatized form, she'll know what having the fox around means, and she'll be on the lookout for illusions.”

Euterpe nodded. “I’ll stick to the shadows,” he said, peeling off from their spot and perching on the roof, watching the fight from above.

Ladybug dropped down through the roof, landing in front of Chat Noir, reflecting one of Corporislatro’s beams back towards her.

“I thought you were bringing a friend!” Chat said, knocking a beam to the side with his baton.

Ladybug threw her yoyo, the end wrapping around the ceiling beam, and swung at Corporislatro, driving her feet into the akuma’s chest, sending her flying.

“I did!” she said, dropping back onto the ground. “I told him to wait to make his appearance.”

Chat feigned offense. “So when he makes a grand entrance, it’s ‘fine’, and ‘Ladybug approved,’ but when I make a grand entrance it’s ‘a strategic misstep’ and ‘showboating’, I see how it is Bugaboo.”

Ladybug laughed, her back turned to where the akuma was.

Chat’s eyes widened when he saw the beam coming for her.

“Ladybug watch out!” He thrust his hand forward.

Ladybug turned, and the beam hit her square in the chest.

Chat flung his baton like a boomerang, sending Corporislatro flying once more.

He caught the baton, and turned back to Ladybug, who was doubled over.

Chat watched in horror as her hair receded, changing into a short pixie cut. Two antennae sprung from above her temples, and her suit turned black, with a solitary red spot spanning the majority of her mask, her face covered in the same black tears as Alya’s. Shiny, bug-like armor covered her torso, and her yoyo disappeared.

She stood up, eyes still closed, and Chat noticed two red spots, one on each cheek.

Her eyes opened, and Chat recoiled.

Ladybug’s eyes were indigo.

Her now-indigo eyes widened.

“Oh no,” she breathed. Chat rushed forward.

“What happened?” He asked, placing his hands on her face.

The second he touched her, he flinched.

Waves of pure energy rolled off of her. This was not Ladybug, this was something even more powerful, something ancient.

He recognized the energy.

“Tikki?” Ladyb-Tikki nodded.

“Alya’s power seems to swap whoever gets hit’s body with their best friend.”

Something bubbled up in Chat’s chest, but he shoved that feeling down.

This was serious.

Chat grabbed Tikkibug, who responded with a small, “eep!” and jumped out the building, stumbling upon the white fox.

“Change of plans Foxtrot, we need to go, now.”

The new hero nodded, tucking his flute in between his sash and his back, and ran after them.

Once they were far enough away, Chat placed Tikkibug on the ground gently.

“Is she…” Chat’s sentence trailed off, not sure how to finish the thought.

“Ladybug’s fine,” Tikkibug confirmed. “I can sense her freaking out, but she’s aware of what’s going on. It just means she’s having to control our powers now.”

Tikkibug held out her hand, and the yoyo appeared in it in a flash of light. “I haven’t been in control in a couple of millennia, but I have access to more power than Ladybug does at the moment. I would prefer not to use it, because without me moderating the flow of power it can get a little…messy very quickly.”

“What do you mean by messy?” The fox hero asked.

Tikkibug winced. “I just wanted to summon some water, but ended up submerging an entire city.”

“Oh, that kind of messy,” the fox hero said, his voice an octave higher than it was before. He took a breath and turned to Chat. “Nice to meet you by the way, I’m Euterpe.” He stuck his hand out.

Chat took his hand, and shook it, marveling at how soft his suit looked, and tried not to think about Tikki admitting to sinking Atlantis. “Nice to meet you, Euterpe.”

“What’s the plan?” Euterpe asked, turning to Tikkibug.

She furrowed her brow. “We need to get Alya into an enclosed location, so we can limit her potential targets, and corner her, but one big enough to maneuver in.”

“What about the Grand Palais?” Euterpe suggested.

Tikkibug nodded. “That should work.”

#ansbh #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #chat noir #luka couffaine #fox!luka #tikkibug #my writing #alya #corpislatro

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butchgwenwhyvar · 6 years ago

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“And all the stars that scream” “there are no happy endings” “what endings find us happiness”

OW FLAIM WHYYYY

ok here we go

“And all the stars that scream” would be a codex fic where Rex finds out what happened to Cody on Utapau and the aftermath, and ends in Rex going to Kamino in a royal snit to try and de-brainwash his husband. Unbeknownst to him, Cody’s no longer under the influence of the chip and is training the latest batch of stormtroopers. He’s bitter and lonely and depressed and hates what he’s doing. Sure, there was no glory in war, but he was fighting for a cause, fighting for honour and safety. There’s none of that in the Empire, and now he’s just training a bunch of kids who are freshly kidnapped and scared and he has to show them how to fight and he just can’t take it anymore. The Empire gets hold of Rex and tortures him in front of Cody, and Cody can’t do anything but watch and scream as his husband is slowly killed in front of him.

Eventually, the rebellion (and Ahsoka) comes to rescue them because Rex got a distress beacon out before he was captured and they get to a safe planet, but it’s too late to save Rex. He gets his happy reunion with Cody, but he dies in his husband’s arms. His last words are probably something sappy like ‘the stars were never as beautiful as you’ (because I like tying fic titles into dialogue for some reason), and Cody joins the rebellion and fights for all that Rex tried to save him from

(and now I’m sad and I want to write this. It’d probably be a multi-chapter epic with a giant playlist and fanart or something)

I thought about turning “There are no happy endings” into my usual obianidala with Obi-Wan moping post RotS but I’ve written three and posted two of those and it’s utterly fucking typical for me, so I’d say this would either be Vader reminiscing about the war and how happy he was and how he fucked it up, or it could be force ghost! Padme looking at Vader and Obi-Wan moping and murdering.

If we went Vader, it would start with Anakin and Obi-Wan and Padme waking up together and having a peaceful morning with the twins and Ahsoka dropping in and it’s all happy. And then Vader wakes up feeling slightly unsettled, like something from his past’s just come out of his head and whacked him on the helmet, but he ignores it and goes about his day. He keeps seeing things in the corner of his eye though, like there’s a kid following him around the ship. He just shrugs it off because there’s stormtroopers to intimidate and a death star to build, but it keeps him wondering about what really happened to Padme and Obi-Wan and their kids (he can’t be certain, but in those last dreadful moments before Padme’s force blinked out entirely he felt two children). Eventually he confronts Palpatine about it and Palpatine goes all torture-dark-lord-etc on him.

If we went Padme, the fic would open with her death, and seeing Qui-Gon in the force. He’d probably tell her what’s going down and she sits and watches over Luke and Leia and Obi-Wan (she can’t make herself even think about Vader in the early days, can’t think of the man he used to be and the monster he’s become), and eventually figures out what Ahsoka’s doing and helps her set up fulcrum. She’d appear to Luke and Leia a few times, she’d try to talk to Obi-Wan but he’s probably crawled into a bottle or something at this point and is therefore passing off her messages as hallucinations and ignoring it. Vader, on the other hand, is so desperate to hear from anyone from his family, so he imagines Padmé everywhere even though she’s not. Padmé sees what’s going on and tries to snap Vader out of the dark but it doesn’t work, and she tries to help Obi-Wan but it doesn’t work either and the fic ends with her bemoaning her husband’s fates and being sad I guess (thus the title, ‘there are no happy endings’. If I was actually gonna write this fic, it would be called ‘(there are no) happy endings’ just to drive the angst home).

(Oh no I kinda wanna write this one as well)

“What endings find us happiness” would be an au where Anakin didn’t fall, Padme didn’t die, Obi-Wan didn’t go off moping in the desert, and (most of) the clones listened to Rex and Fives and took out their chips. Fives survived because Fox had his guns on stun (like they were supposed to be) and so he was only knocked out; he was around for Anaxes and getting Echo back.

Mustafar plays out differently, with Obi-Wan and Anakin fighting a fallen Barriss, and as they’re barely escaping with their lives, Padme goes into labour. They end up at Polis Massa with Bail and Yoda etc, when the truth comes out about obianidala’s relationship. Yoda tells Anakin that Ahsoka is most likely dead, but Anakin insists that he can still feel her in the force. There’s an epic screaming match between Obi-Wan and Anakin, who are all for going off and looking for survivors, and Yoda, who wants everyone to go into a nice quiet exile.

Anakin ends up pinching a ship with his spouses and tiny children (Bail offers to look after them for a while and they very nearly take him up on it) and heading to the Mandalore system to try and find Ahsoka and the clones. Padme suggests that they check Utapau to see if Cody’s alive (and not under the 66 trance as well) but Obi-Wan can’t face it and Anakin’s freaking tf out about Ahsoka so they ignore Utapau for now.

Once they get to Mandalore, they find that Rex and Ahsoka have gone missing (and possibly the fake grave that they set up in the Ahsoka novel), as well as a dying Kix and a freaking out Jesse, with Fives and Echo nowhere to be found. Everyone freaks out and grabs the two survivors (despite the two clones involved in the chip debacle being 501, not many listened to Fives. A few removed their chips, and tried to protect Ahsoka when 66 went off but were gunned down. Rex and Jesse barely escaped with their lives, and Kix was shot several times while trying to save a brother) and they go off on a massive road trip, looking for everyone else. Kix recovers slowly in this time, but Anakin has to build him a prosthetic leg and he’s still in a lot of pain. Jesse usually refuses to leave his side.

They’re about six months into the ‘road trip’ (complemented with newborns, injury recovery, and the usual PTSD and nightmares combo that they all have) when they find Rex, who’s laying low somewhere in the outer rim. Rex has no idea where Ahsoka went after they parted ways, so they start methodically checking all the planets near Mandalore first, and then they get to Thabeska and find her there, about to head back to Raada to save Kaeden and Miara (they also find out about Bail’s rebellion at this point). Raada plays out pretty much the same. Ahsoka still gets her sabers, and Bail ends up hiding them on Alderaan until the proper rebel base is set up.

Once the base is set up and they’re monitoring Imperial chatter, they hear reports about two renegade clones causing trouble in the outer rim territories. They start to monitor those frequencies more carefully, and eventually hear of an attack on Kamino by these two. Obi-Wan and Padme, who become the commanders of that particular base, send Anakin and a squad of X-Wings to Kamino to extract the clones and help them out.

The clones turn out to be Fives and Echo, trying to rescue Cody and Wolffe, and any other clones, dechipped or not (Wolffe’s chip was damaged when Ventress took his eye, he managed to pull himself out of the 66 trance just after Plo was shot down). Anakin and his squad get them out with a couple casualties (Bly is still on Kamino when Fives takes out his chip, he sacrifices himself so that the others can escape because he can’t live with the fact that he killed his General, his riduur) and head back to the base.

There’s lots of tearful reunions when they get off the ship. Ahsoka immediately launches herself at Fives and Echo. Rex and Cody refuse to leave each other’s sides for ages, and there’s a very emotional conversation had along the lines of ‘I should have listened to you’. Cody and Obi-Wan have their reunion as well and that’s sad as hell.

Life goes on in the Rebellion, Kaeden and Ahsoka get married when they turn 20, and the twins grow up with X-wings for playgrounds and the sounds of air-raid sirens as a lullaby (some nights, when Padme’s waiting up for Anakin, who’s in an X-wing far above, engaged in desperate dogfights with the TIE’s that Palpatine sends, and Obi-Wan’s in the control room, she wishes she’d left her children with Bail or Mon. No child should grow up in a war zone. And then 3 year old Luke starts snoring in the bed beside her and Leia’s hair is in her mouth as her daughter does the octopus on her shoulder, and she thinks that she can never leave them no matter what). Other surviving Clones and Jedi make their way to the rebellion as well, until there’s a thriving community on an outer rim planet full of retired Clones and Jedi and their families.

A New Hope plays out differently: the twins have been trained (by Ahsoka and Obi-Wan and Anakin) and they know what they’re doing, and Luke and Ahsoka waste no time in grabbing some random smuggler off of tatooine and dragging him out to the death star, where Ahsoka and Barriss fight as Han and Luke rescue Leia. The twins help their older sister and get her (injured, but alive) onto the ship, and Luke joins the death star run while his parents and sisters are chewing their nails to the quick down in the war room.

Empire Strikes Back is much the same, including Luke heading to Dagobah because Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka decided they needed Yoda’s help to deal with Barriss. The Han and Leia arc plays out the same, and Luke still goes to rescue them and fights Barriss again.

Return of the Jedi is also pretty much the same as in canon, but it’s Ahsoka and Luke who go up to the Death Star and fight the Emperor and Barriss. There’s an emotional scene between Barriss and Ahsoka at the very end, where Barriss comes back to the light and apologises for what she did. There’s a party on Endor which turns into Wedge and Luke’s impromptu wedding; Han and Leia get married a few days later.

Everything is happy and nice and calm, no one dies, and nothing bad ever happens to them ever again the end.

(I also want to write this one as a full-blown au like what I planned modern au to be)

#flaim-ita #ask game #lee writes #aus #codex #obianidala #hanleia #wedgeluke #star wars #prequels #tcw #ot #ahsokaya #echofives #(well it's implied)#jessix #(that's also implied)#kaesoka #fix-it au

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littlehollyleaf · 6 years ago

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GOTHAM S05E04 “Ruin”

okay listen I know other stuff happened in this episode and it was even stuff I enjoyed and was interested in (like - WTF jeremiah??!) but I don’t have time to talk about any of that when there is SO.MUCH.FOXMA.AWESOMENESS to squee over (and you can’t say I didn’t warn you)

fyi - I’ve incorporated MULTIPLE VISUAL AIDS to assist in my flail!

let’s start by going through my FOXMA WISHLIST because there is WAY MORE to check off it that I thought possible in one hit!

Touching - bonus points if it’s beyond practical, like Foxy resting a hand on Eddie’s arm to offer comfort or Eddie gripping Foxy to emotionally steady himself

they flunked on the bonus points but still, FUCKING CHECK!

and you know what? I’m awarding A WHOLE SET OF DIFFERENT BONUS POINTS for Luscious Lucius Fucking ‘down boy I’m in charge’ Fox fucking MANHANDLING ED LIKE IT’S NOTHING because it’s EVERYTHING I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED IN MY LIFE and didn’t even think to put on the list omgomg!

like... I’ve seen a TON of fic and fanart with Foxy being physically dominant with Ed and I do think it makes all the sense characterisation-wise, but for some reason I’d never properly envisioned/embraced it as part of their ship/dynamic (perhaps because in my one and only fic I had Eddie being more dominating when it came to physical stuff due to various contextual reasons... or maybe because we’ve never actually seen Foxy get physical with anyone in canon before, aside from wacking Alvarez with that chair that time, after which he looked frazzled as opposed to the glorious calm and in control he is here so it didn’t really convey his ability to be so.... UNF. while physically taking charge... idk)

(god I could watch this gif all day honestly....)

(it’s the way Foxy doesn’t hesitate, he’s just - BAM! I’m in control now)

(and juxtapositioned with Eddie’s epic flailing so they are just so perfectly, beautifully opposed)

(then the way Eddie, on seeing it’s Foxy, JUST.FUCKING.TAKES.IT, his fear and flailing dropping all at once as he submits and just holds himself all still and expectant under the hold, clearly THRILLED it’s Foxy who’s found him)

(and Foxy is only using his GODDAMN FINGERTIPS FOR FUCKS SAKE, so firm and commanding with so little effort I just - *fans self*)

(shit we’re only on point one and I’ve spent forever - strap in everyone!)

Speaking in tandem - ie. figuring out the same thing simultaneously and excitedly shouting out the answer together

Actually the talking in tandem one is really important to me so I’m adding it again

Okay the talking in tandem doesn’t have to be them figuring out the same thing, it could just be them reacting the same way to something and discovering they are like-minded

FUCKING CHECK!! The one thing I WANTED THE MOST, SO MUCH I PUT IT ON MY LIST THREE WHOLE TIMES. FUCKING CHECK??! ALREADY??!

Lucius: Unless whatever ignited those heated oil tanks - Together: - smashed through that window

(guys pls though look at the above travesty, I only have MSPaint, for the love of god someone gif this??)

I really can’t... there aren’t words for how ecstatic I am about this!

I was watching with my good friend @enchantersnight, who will attest that I squealed and grabbed her in excitement (which she took with good grace considering she didn’t even know about The List, so must have thought I was just being a mad woman for no reason :p)

And the way they both wave their hand at the window together. And Foxy’s little satisfied nod because he’s not thinking of Ed as a criminal in that moment, all he’s thinking is ‘fuck yeah we just cracked it.’ And they both turn their heads all synchronised because they are so perfectly on the same wavelength, so completely lost in solving the mystery, the parts of themselves that match are so beautifully ALIGNED!

Showing how they are similar people in many ways - check and check!

Foxy telling Ed he is a genius and pleading with him to use his intellect for the greater good

K, we’re not all the way there, but HALF A CHECK, because -

Plus he explicitly said he needed Ed’s ‘expertise.’ All of which amounts to acknowledging (and appreciating!) Ed’s genius, so -! *hearts eyes*

(this set covers it perfectly XD)

...and there is still time for Foxy to plead with Ed to use his genius for good *crosses fingers*

Eddie calling Foxy ‘Lucius’ just the once as part of a serious, emotionally charged moment

Not really what I was going for (I was thinking more Ed yelling his name out of fear for Foxy, or as a desperate plea for Foxy to help him), but A+ for effort for Eddie’s wild yell for ‘Lucius’ here -

Because I love the fact that Eddie was so caught up in working the case at this point that he wanted to keep helping even without personal incentive :)

(aside: Eddie you bad bad bad man killing that innocent old lady though, that was really NOT NECESSARY, pls! ...but it was also somewhat hilarious, in a black comedy kind of way :p

see - THAT’S the level of villainy/immorality I’m happy for Eddie to exist in, killing/torturing/maiming individuals, even innocent ones, yes, cool, because Eddie IS NOT A GOOD PERSON... but... not killing hundreds of innocents, including CHILDREN, in one hit, that’s... that’s a different kind of villainy, you know?)

One/either thinking the other is dead and being relieved to learn they are alive

Again, not quite. But Foxy does comment in the filing room that he thought Ed was dead. No, he doesn’t show any kind of relief that Eddie ISN’T, but since it’s now canon that Foxy somehow learnt of Ed’s supposed demise this opens up avenues for plenty of headcanons :)

Because - WHEN did Foxy hear that Ed was dead? and HOW? and even WHY? Was he ACTIVELY LOOKING for news on Ed because he personally WANTED TO KNOW? Did it MATTER to Foxy if Ed was alive or dead? Did he feel a pang of sorrow/regret on hearing the news at the fate of a man he saw potential in to be better and wished that somehow Ed’s life could have been different?

(look, Occam’s Razor suggests Jim was probably looking for news on Lee and heard back that both she and Eddie died in the Narrows and THAT’S how Foxy heard about Ed’s death, but SSSSHHHH - I’m gonna imagine Foxy was making quiet enquiries for himself and no-one can stop me!)

PHEW!

We made it to the end of the points on my Wishlist that got fulfilled.

KUDOS SHOW

Now - let’s talk about THE OTHER STUFF that was amazing!

Like -

Lucius RELEASING ED and HOLDING HIM IN PLACE JUST BY POINTING A FINGER AT HIM LIKE FUUUUCK!

And again there’s no fucking hesitation. The SHEER CONFIDENCE Foxy has that he CAN AND WILL exert this much power over Ed just. Wow. Just wow.

...there’s something interesting to make of this maybe actually...because Foxy...wasn’t this...commanding, with Ed before. No he was never intimidated, but during the whole riddle crime spree and the confrontation with Harvey on the stairwell Foxy was... nervous around Ed? Like Ed was a live wire or dangerous animal, someone Foxy found a little UNPREDICTABLE and thus was less firm and more pleading with? But NOW...

okay, the stakes are different here ofc - before there were lives on the line and Foxy’s interaction with Ed was the one thing that could save them, so that pressure would have made him hesitant to try and take control...

yeah, that’s it isn’t it - Ed needs a viable threat in order to exert power/control over Foxy (and anyone really)

but without that threat the balance of power absolutely lies with Foxy (so obviously here, with Eddie unarmed and in such a state of disarray! but was also true in that scene with them at the GCPD lab when Eddie was investigating the Red Hood Gang)

Then also EDDIE’S.FUCKING.SMILE!!

Anyone else displaying this much power over him, exposing his vulnerability, his ‘inadequacies’ (so Eddie might see it), would surely make Eddie furious, scared even perhaps - he might rail against them, scowl, try to fight or run.

But here with Foxy he just FUCKING SMILES. He is so GODDAMN HAPPY to have been caught by FOXY. He doesn’t try to fight or escape because HE WANTS TO HAVE A MOMENT WITH FOXY, he WANTS TO BANTER. Because, dare I say, he LIKES BEING IN FOXY’S POWER??

Likewise when Foxy busts out the blackmail THIS is Eddie’s reaction

THIS -

Just look at him he’s FUCKING DELIGHTED that Foxy has been smart enough to immediately suss out Ed’s desire for the file is something he can exploit.

And then the way he kinda gleefully tries to figure out what Foxy could possibly want from him - I ADORE IT.

Because it’s become a GAME to Eddie now ofc - he and Foxy playing off each other.

And it’s a delicious blend of Foxy being all controlling and also flippant in the way he talks to Ed, thus him gently leading Ed into taking it this way, and also Eddie’s clear respect and personal interest in Foxy making him inclined to put a positive spin on the situation, to find it enjoyable. And like... it doesn’t feel esp planned or manipulative on Foxy’s part? Their reactions to each other just feel... genuine? Obviously Foxy IS trying to convince Ed to help him but... the way he speaks to him and looks at him... it just feels like Foxy being NATURAL with Ed to me? Like, he’s not spending all the time carefully choosing his words and behaviour, calculating what he needs to do to win Ed over, he’s just... going with the flow? Reacting to Ed... in the way he WANTS to, and Ed is doing the same?

Sure they’ve both got end goals they want to achieve, but during their banter those almost seem secondary, just for moment, to the mutual enjoyment they are getting from their interaction?

And yes, mutual - look at this and tell me Foxy isn’t having fun as well!

Other great things about this scene -

Eddie calling Foxy ‘the second smartest man in Gotham’ <3 <3 Absolute proof he respects Foxy’s intellect :D

Eddie trying to surprise grab the file from Foxy’s hands. Because LOL. Foxy’s dry ‘...why?’ and shake of his head at Eddie’s childish antics totally makes it! Plus the way Eddie makes one last half-hearted grab before his eventual ‘fine.’

@vampirebillionaire pointed out it’s kinda crazy Eddie was able to physically capture a Street Demon thug, but can’t muster enough strength to yank a file from a scientist :p

I like your suggestion, Daisy, that this adds to the ‘mind controlled Eddie’ theory - ie. when Eddie is under the influence he becomes more physically capable perhaps.

May I also suggest another possibility - that the file grab was just for show? Because Eddie desperately WANTS to team up with Foxy for a bit. But he has to convince himself it is absolutely his ONLY OPTION in order to do so? Because Eddie is a confused and repressed and psychologically mixed up prawn and can’t accept just wanting to work with Foxy just because. Plus a blackmail scenario/game has already been established. So to Eddie’s mind the only way that makes sense for him to work with Foxy in this moment is for Foxy’s blackmail to hold up. Meaning before Eddie can agree he has to establish that he CANNOT get the file by other means? Hence all the huffing and puffing and extra lunge at the end - it’s all him adding to the pretence?

...idk it’s prob too involved for what the show was actually going for, but it crossed my mind :p Felt like ‘Riddler logic’ you know? And involves a bit of theatrics, and Eddie lying to himself...

Anyway, the other PHENOMENAL THING about this scene -

I am given and I am taken,

I was there from your first breath

and I will follow you until your death

You know, that riddle for ‘name’ that clever fandom people cleverly extracted from the voice over line in that dramatic pre-S05 promo? (’I will follow you until your death’) The one that lots of us were taken by because of the vague, possible nygmobblepot associations? (and some of us, ahem, one of us, even used to title a fic), but that was also suspected to be a possible exchange between Ed and a hallucinatory version of himself - maybe being about how the name and/or persona of ‘Riddler’ has been with Ed all along and will be part of him until he dies.

WELL TURNS OUT EDDIE SAYS THAT RIDDLE TO FOXY CAN YOU BELIEVE??

I mean, look, I know it’s just a riddle for plot purposes. But that doesn’t change the fact that Eddie, CANONICALLY, stands there, INCHES from Foxy -

STARING DEEPLY INTO HIS EYES, voice slightly whispery and husky

and he tells him

I WILL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOUR DEATH

I Just -

And they fucking end liKE THIS GUYS -

Literally POINTING AT FOXY LIKE HE’S MAKING A PROMISE?? (and oh shit I just thought is he pointing at Foxy’s HEART?? ...also does this technically fit my bonus point for touching? hotdamn)

And look at Foxy’s smile! Yeah it’s mocking but... maybe in a FOND way??

All - ‘name, the answer’s ‘name’ Ed, but you had to make a song and dance out of it didn’t you, you dork?’

*dreamy sigh*

Other stuff -

Eddie investigating the crime scene and working it all out was some GENUINE PI RIDDLER SHIT right there *swoon*

I love the way Foxy just steps back and lets Ed get on with it. I flail over Eddie showing his respect for Foxy, but there was real respect in Foxy for Ed here, which was beautiful <3

On the rooftop - *hearts* over Eddie genuinely praising Foxy for figuring out it was the exact spot of the shooting from angles etc, showing he CLEARLY rates Foxy’s intelligence very high :) Only for Foxy to admit that he worked it out because he noticed the weapon’s casing had been left behind :p (which - SLOPPY of blacked out Ed now I think about it?). That was both a fun gag, lightly highlighting how Eddie sometimes misses the obvious and reaches for the most complex option when a much simpler one is on hand (making his advice to Oswald way back when about how sometimes the simpler solution is best really just... lolz... take your own advice Eddie, pls), as well as, I think, maybe hinting that Eddie really may be SMARTER than Foxy on a purely intellectual level - because it was potentially suggesting that Foxy could ONLY tell it was the right place because of the weapon case and might not have been able, at least as fast, to have worked out the angles etc like Eddie did. Maybe...

Eddie telling Foxy in complete seriousness that he hopes Foxy finds the criminal and makes them pay - playing out just like I hoped in the tags over here after seeing the Eddie preview clip of the episode, yes win!

(#holly you're an idiot going to the gcpd is how ed is gonna team up with foxy it's an excellent plan!!! #...I bet that 'make them pay' line in the trailer fits here #ed is talking about helping foxy found the haven bomber and how they should make them pay #but ~plot twist Eddie - it was you!! #yus I like that #pls be true!)

aside: Foxy now has that weapon case and is going to see if it has clues as to the perpetrator - Eddie thinks it won’t but I wonder... while blacked out Eddie left himself a message... I wonder if it’s possible he may have left the weapon case on purpose in the HOPE that he will be found out? that someone will catch him and put a stop to him being mind controlled??

...in any case, this opens up the possibility of Foxy finding out the shooter was Ed and OMG I HAVE ~HOPES AND DREAMS ABOUT THAT

In my hopes and dreams Foxy simply DOES.NOT.BELIEVE that Eddie would/could have committed such a crime, at least not willingly. And especially since Ed literally helped him solve the crime and he saw and heard Ed be GENUINELY affected by the crime enough to want the criminal to pay - and yes, sure, Ed could have been playing him and faking that, getting a kick out of giving Foxy clues to his own crime, but Foxy just feels sure Ed was being honest on that rooftop, that he really didn’t seem to know he was responsible, and it convinces Foxy there is something much more sinister going on here...

*CROSSES FINGERS TIGHT*

(omg - we know Babs gets Eddie at some point... WHAT IF Foxy ends up trying to save Eddie from her??! UGH IT’S TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE IT’LL NEVER HAPPEN BUT WHAT A DREAM! Foxy could even go to Oswald maybe to get help saving Ed, maybe providing evidence that Ed is in fact innocent... and in doing so he frees Ozzie from any personal anguish he might be suffering due to believing that Eddie really did commit the crime perhaps? even less likely, but I’m gonna roll with it for now :p)

Right one last thing. I did also have on my wishlist a proviso of the ‘talking in tandem’ thing -

When they talk in tandem they have to finish smiling at each other

Obviously this didn’t happen (POINTS DEDUCTED!!).

But then, we did get THIS as their final moment so ALL IS FORGIVEN -

In conclusion

I am dead

Gotham?

(here’s hoping for the remainder of the Wishlist in their next episode together! :p)

#gotham spoilers #gotham: ruin #foxma #lucius fox #edward nygma #the riddler #guys it's 5am I've ~LITERALLY spent ~ALL NIGHT SQUEEING OVER THESE TWO #I am dead #I am a ghost #I am an idiot #I'm a dead idiot ghost #if it's not foxma related don't even speak to me right now :p

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ravennest1342-blog · 6 years ago

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BTS Fanfic Recommendations

Ok, so I don’t know if it’s considered weird to hype up other people when you write fan fiction and basically turn the attention away from yourself but IDK because I’ve been dying to share all my favorite fanfics with you guys! I hope you enjoy this, most (if not all) of these will be on AO3! A few will be from here, here being Tumblr. I’m such a dork, omg don’t look at me! But read! Read these beauties and leave me be!!!!! 😂Also, I’ll be putting warnings beside the ones that have smut/BDSM/or anything else that’s weird. A lot of these will have smut because for a long time I was really insecure about writing smut so I tended to read books that advertised it in order to know what the hell I was actually writing.

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The Songbird and the Sea

Author — MissterMaia (follow her on Twitter she’s actually hilarious and I love her)

Pairing — Yoonmin, with side Namjin and Taekook.

Rating— Mature (there’s smut in this so tread carefully)

Description — In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly. But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East.

My thoughts — omg, where do I begin? God this book was so beautiful. The character development! The plot! The ROMANCE! AH! It was such a perfect work of art! I never felt bored like at all and normally I get bored pretty easy on long chaptered books like this! She’s also getting the book published! (With different character names obviously and it’s like super edited.) I don’t know what else to say other than GO READ THIS!!! SHE IS THE QUEEN OF YOONMIN!! YOU WONT BE DISAPPOINTED!!!

Hidden Omega

Author — LadyPrussia

Pairing — Namjoon Centric

Rating — Explicit (there’s smut in this so tread carefully)

Description — At 21 Namjoon still hasn't presented leaving him as a dud, with the BTS pack having their own issues and not treating him like a real member a tragic event forces Namjoon's body to present as an omega. Is it really too late for BTS to win Namjoon's heart? Or will one of the 4 other packs steal it instead? Or maybe a darkhorse will appear.

My Thoughts — this book is great! Not only is it super long (over eighty chapters) and still being updated, but the character development is super refreshing. Forewarning though, the author has said that there is a good chance Namjoon won’t end up in the Bangtan Pack but a different one, and originally that made me upset, but with the way she painted the story I actually don’t care what Pack he ends up with; their all beautiful and it’s an amazing book! Lots of drama and angst for you angst lovers out there!

No Spell can Cure Shyness

Author — MissterMaia (seriously — I love her)

Pairing — Yoonmin, mentioned Namjin, Side Taekook

Rating — teens and up

Description — Yoongi really doesn’t expect the witchboy who sent him an accidental text to be the prettiest boy he's ever seen in all his life. Or the nicest. Or the kindest. Or just the best in every possible way. Painfully shy and (un)smooth as he is, Yoongi decides the best way to approach this Jimin person is in the form of a cat. A cat who can't talk. Great plan, Yoongi.

My Thoughts — The FLUFF!!! I can’t even begin to describe how much I love this book! All of this woman’s works are masterpieces that need to be appreciated! Yoongi is so shy it’s hilarious and he has the most extra reactions to like everything — and and I LOVE!!! YOU need to read it! Stop whatever your doing and go read it!

Saltation

Author — momora

Pairing — Yoonmin, side Taekook, and Namjin

Rating — explicit (there’s smut in this so tread carefully)

Description — Jimin had grown up watching his mother sort the point-oh-one percent beta defaults into the alpha-omega communities, but that doesn't make being a part of the statistic much easier. He'd be doing okay at this new omega thing if that watchful alpha Min Yoongi could stay out of the situation. He just wants to settle into his new life and finish his useless degree already. Instead, all hell breaks loose.

My Thoughts — This book is the one of the best a/b/o fics I have ever read in my entire life! Alpha’s and Omega’s live separate from Beta’s due to different instincts and Jimin was born in the beta community but presented as an omega. And it’s really funny because He keeps slipping up and doing/saying things that leave everyone else kind of like (0.0) The writing is fantastic! The characters are absolutely riveting as is the plot and the AUTHOR KEEPS TEADING ME ON TWITTER ABOUT HER NEXT UPDATE AND HOLY HELL IM BREAKING DOWN OVER HERE!!!

Jammed

Author — minverse

Pairing — Vmin, side Yoonseok, maybe Namjin?

Rating — explicit (there’s smut in this so tread carefully)

Description —The rational part of Jimin's brain screams at him to remember what his mother said about strangers and vans. But the rational part of his brain is no match for really bad whiskey and Kim Taehyung. ((au where Jimin gets stuck on the interstate in the middle of a blizzard and Taehyung lives in a van))

My Thoughts — this book! *wheezes from laughter* is so funny! Jimin is trying to make it to Yoongi and Hoseok’s wedding (which he is kind of dreading because Hoseok is trying to set him up with his own best man) and he gets stuck in a blizzard and boom there’s Taehyung! A renowned author that decided to live in his van and travel the world while writing his new book. This book was so funny you guys! I was dying, there was a smut scene and it was pretty great. The whole book was phenomenal and I loved it so much. Because I have literally no self control I’m gonna add a sneak peak.

NU ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin

Author — decompositionbooks

Pairing — Jikook

Rating — explicit (there’s smut in this so tread carefully.)

Description — The world didn't think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin's handbook on dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.

My Thoughts — this book was so good! Omega’s are really rare and Jimin is so against the stereotypes put on omega’s and he is CONVINCED that Jungkook thinks of him as a tiny child that needs protection and he’s such a little ball of rage and god it’s so funny and he’s so sarcastic and furious that he’s being forced into this cutesy image (that he refuses to admit he likes) and it’s so cute and hilarious.

In Your Eyes

Author — TrappingLighteningBugs

Pairing — Jikook

Rating — Explicit (there’s smut and light dim/sub in this so tread carefully)

Description — On nights where everything seems against him, Jimin wishes he could take Jungkook down a few pegs.

My Thoughts — I originally read this because I was trying to expand my view on what a dom!Jimin would look like for my Bunny Breath book but I actually really liked this a lot. The characterization was good, it wasn’t like most smut oneshots where the characters go at with like literally no push and seems to be mildly dubious consent. This was well thought out and I enjoyed reading it.

A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Author — blimpish

Pairing — Junghope

Rating — Explicit (there’s smut so tread carefully)

Description — When Jeongguk decides it's time to live out his fantasy of being knotted, he determines that Hoseok is the best (read: least awful) candidate for the job.

My Thoughts — I read this book because I’m a hoe for Junghope. But it’s really good! I remember feeling mildly dubious about it until I got to this really funny scene when Jungkook (a beta) asks Jimin (an omega)if he knows any alpha’s that wouldn’t be weirded out bu having sex with a beta and Jimin’s just like “I know three but your not gonna like it.” And after that it’s a hilarious conversation of them deciding which of their friends would be the least cringe worthy for Jungkook to sleep with. Jimin admits that Hoseok is great and it goes from there. BUT THERE IS A PLOT LINE!!! ITS NOT JUST SMUT!!

Unfamiliars

Author— themarmalade

Pairing — Yoonseok (my library is mostly Yoonseok.)

Rating — Mature (I can’t remember if there’s smut and it’s a long book so I don’t want to go read through all of it. Fuck I totally will but that’s beside the point. Read the tags when you click on the link.)

Description — Hoseok rescues a kitty in a summer storm. Thanks to some weird magic, Yoongi is that kitty. In a tiny apartment full of plants and moonlight, a simple, aching happiness blooms. But with what Jungkook knows, how long can the happiness last?

My Thoughts — this is so cute! Yoongi is just minding his own business when he accidentally steps into a warlocks spell pentagram and gets turned into a cat by Jin, he positively freaks the fuck out runs away, gets picked up by Hobi and things go from there. It’s so cute and soft and ima go read it BYE!!!!

Bad at Love

Author — shooky__bear

Pairing — Yoonseok with side Namjin.

Rating — Explicit (there is smut and definite don/sub so tread carefully.)

Description —Yoongi was pretty sure he was straight. Pretty sure (And not remotely interested in love or Jung Hoseok.) Alternatively ; that fic where yoon thinks he's straight and he's a bit of a slut and keeps fucking girls tho he likes hoseok and seoks a Patient Loving Gay who waits and Supports yoon through his Gay Crisis.

My Thoughts — this book is full of so much emotion and general truth. I love it so much, I cried several times when reading and admittedly geared up at the end. Hoseok was so sweet and patient and he had to literally teach Yoongi that it was ok to trust him and crap now I’m crying.

Take Me to the Edge

Author — Nasobem

Pairing — Yoonseok

Rating — Explicit (there is smut and Don/sub undertones so tread carefully)

Description —Yoongi takes a pointed step backwards and glares at "Hobi". "What the fuck kind of name is that," he says, "and don't touch me." Namjoon makes a funny noise. Yoongi ignores it for the sake of eviscerating "Hobi" with his stare. It seems to be weirdly ineffective. Or Yoongi is hired to work Tech Support and Security for Jung Corp and it'd honestly be pretty chill if it wasn't for this one obnoxiously handsome dude whose life mission it seems to be to bother Yoongi until he breaks.

My Thoughts— I love this book. Yoongi is such an angry little bean and Hoseok literally just wants to make him happy — the Maknae Line are little shits but what’s new there? This whole book is amazing. I wish I could find a good Vmin/Vhope/Minjoon/Sugakookie book like this. *cries*

Our Burned Bridges

Author — tendershipping (nothing about her ships are tender! *sobs*)

Pairing — Vminkook (she’s the Vmin queen)

Rating — Mature (no smut but brutal themes so tread carefully)

Description —Agent Jeon Jeongguk is given a cover story and assigned to guard amnesiac Kim Taehyung. (Taehyung has nightmares most nights after he wakes, at first. He screams and cries names Jeongguk doesn’t recognize, always one in particular—Jimin.)

My Thoughts— I’m, I’m so EMOTIONAL!!! I read it and was a literal mess halfway through and IT JUST GOT MORE DARK and *chokes* Vmin we’re MARRIED and enter Jimin who seems so bitter and mean and sarcastic but he’s really just broken and angry about things and �� go read this. It has a happy ending to so win win.

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I have been so active tonight shit. Idk why. You know what. I’ma wait till tomorrow to upload this.

Is it tomorrow? It’s tomorrow. Have fun with this wonderful list of my FAVORITE FANFICS (only the Songbird and The Sea is my favorite lol)

#bts fanfic rec #bts yoonseok #bts yoonmin #bts jikook #fanfic recommendation #the songbird and the sea

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 7 years ago

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Complementary (Collins x OC) Chapter 1: Recruitment

Summary: Genevieve Hastings is desperate to do more for her country. After hearing horror stories about the last war, she plans to do anything to end the current war as soon as possible - whatever the personal cost.

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She'd passed the interview with the recruitment officer, the medical examination with all the blood tests, the education tests, the physical training and Genevieve was discovered because a soldier thought it would be a great idea to knock down the cubicle door while she was sorting out her period. Now, she had to answer for her lies and inexcusable behaviour in reaction to her being exposed - physically and metaphorically.

Swinging her legs in a stiff chair, Genevieve looked about the room with casual boredom. She may as well enjoy her surroundings if she was about to be put to the court martial for posing as a man. The office was covered in the patriotic signifiers of a man: Churchill bust, oak furniture, books in a glass case about previous wars, a pipe on the desk, the mounted head of a deer watching ominously over the room.

The door opened and, out of instinct, Genevieve stood up with her hands behind her back. Clad in a long overcoat and clasping his peaked cap, Commander Clouston paced into his office and gestured for the soldier to take a seat. He laid his cap on the desk as he eased himself back into the chair.

“So, Gene,” He said chirpily as he picked up his pipe from the desk, “Mind telling me your real name before we begin?”

“Genevieve Hastings, sir,” The soldier responded.

Commander Clouston nodded with his lips pouted in concentration as he crushed some tobacco, “Why are you here and not at home?”

“I can help here better than I can in England. This is where the fight is.”

“I’m sure you are,” Clouston assured, “But this is no place for a woman.”

Genevieve frowned, “But it is the place for those boys you accepted. Not even eighteen, I’ll bet? Would you prefer me to be at home, sewing pillowcases for when this is over or here ensuring that it’s over faster?”

“One person can’t make that much difference.”

“Imagine thousands of people thinking that same thing and not bothering. Imagine what they could do if they did try.”

A little put-off by the woman who was clearly more stubborn than him, Clouston switched his questioning methods, “Why didn’t they shave your hair off?”

“I said it was long for religious reasons. They didn’t press any further.”

Commander Clouston took a deep breath, questioning the entire Armed Forces – not for the first time.

“Why did you throw a…” He swallowed, his hand pausing in his pocket as he fumbled with his words instead, “A… used… tampon at Officer Fox?”

“He was peeping on me while I was on the loo.”

“That doesn’t excuse you throwing it at him. And your impulsive choices blew your cover.”

“Pretty sure it was blown anyway, sir. Besides, I thought maybe I could get away with saying I was treating a bullet wound.”

“Do you think Fox would’ve believed that?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think others would’ve believed it?” Clouston struck a match.

“Yes,” Genevieve repeated, holding back the rest of her comment on the inept intelligence test of the army.

Clouston nodded, leaning back in his chair as he puffed his pipe, “Well, I think we’re done here.”

Genevieve frowned again, her fate still unknown, “Am I going to be discharged?”

“Of course not. Women are being trained the same as men now. We need everyone we’ve got, including you.” Clouston stopped to blow off some smoke like a chimney, “I’ve heard you’re a good shot.”

Genevieve straightened up with a haughty tug on his standard issue jacket, “I’m a great shot.”

One year later

Dunkirk was a shit show. Four hundred thousand British soldiers marooned in France with no sign of help coming and supplies slowly running out. If that wasn’t pressing enough, the Germans were pushing the literal boundaries of the French allies, closing in on them. Men were shooting themselves with their rifles or drowning themselves every day as hope slipped further from their grasp. The beach was a desert and it was drying up the optimism.

Paranoia was trickling in to each soldier. It moved at different paces, sure, but still there, in the back of the mind. It gnawed at each person’s sanity with the German aircraft acting as a catalyst. One was currently circling the troops like a vulture. Genevieve was watching it from the pier with Commander Clouston.

With no sign of the Air Force, Genevieve leant her rifle on the pier’s wooden barrier and knelt before it. Staring down the barrel, clenching then unclenching her fists, she held her nerve until the StuKa Ju flew back around, swinging ungracefully in the air with a long drone.

Only slightly affected by the siren that shrilled at the beach below, she fired, reloaded and fired again. That time, she knew she’d hit it as a line of smoke marked the plane’s passage. Something as easily fixable as a bullet hole in the left wing caused the aircraft to retreat; it flew back behind enemy lines.

Genevieve pulled away. That was the first aircraft she’d hit today which was bad since four others had appeared. She was getting rusty. Glancing over at the ship beside the pier, she saw the final stretcher being loaded on board. Unlucky lucky bastard.

“Come on, Hastings,” Commander Clouston ushered Genevieve away, taking her rifle.

“Where are we going?” She said tiredly, glancing after the StuKa Ju.

“You need to get on the ship.” She instantly ducked under his arm, removing it from her back.

“Why?” Genevieve took a step back, “Get someone else on, one of the soldiers from the beach. Or a stretcher.”

“You have to get on,” Clouston pressed, “You need to get back home. You’re needed for the next battle.”

“No more than any other soldier. I stay and I can shoot down other planes.”

“It’s not a risk worth taking; you could be shot or bombed any time.”

“If I go, home won’t be there for much longer.”

“If you stay, home won’t be there for long either. Now go. That’s an order.”

Grimacing, Genevieve reluctantly followed his instruction, stepping onto the unstable walkway and down onto the ship's deck. She sent a glance of silent disdain at her Commander but it changed as she swore she heard him say:

“Come back for us.”

The shouts from Dunkirk beach were suddenly more apparent. Countless men cried to be taken home with the ship, begging the chosen few with hoarse voices and broken spirits. Genevieve turned back and heading down the stairs into the belly of the beast. Hit with a wave of sweat and tea, she grabbed a slice of jam on toast and forced it down her throat.

The feeling of claustrophobia crept up her spine. It was soon joined by the memory of the other ships who had attemtped and failed to leave the Mole. Her stomach was in flux, curdling the half-stale bread slice into mush.

“Sorry, you can’t go up,” The nurse had an arm across Genevieve’s chest as she reached the door at the top of the stairs.

“I’m gonna throw up,” She said bluntly. Automatically, the nurse opened the door and allowed Genevieve passage. The door slammed shut behind her but she didn’t care. The salt air was almost as bad as the sweat but at least it was fresh.

The screams from the beach faded as the ship sailed away into the night. Dunkirk disappeared, dipping down into the horizon, into the dusk. Genevieve wasn’t sure how much time had passed but she wasn’t moved from her spot by any of the sailors who walked past. Maybe they knew her reason.

After what seemed like hours had passed, with her head back against a steel wall, she closed her eyes and allowed herself todrift off.

“TORPEDO!”

Genevieve shot up in time to brace for impact. The ship lurched to the right, throwing the occupants of its belly against the walls. Water exploded into the bowels; soldiers were tossed over the side of the boat and into the black water below. Genevieve grasped the chain link barrier, feeling the floor beneath her slide upwards with the shift in gravity.

“Abandon ship!”

Another torpedo thwacked into the bow of the ship, tipping it forwards. Tugging her body upwards, Genevieve scrambled with numb hands to get to the stern. The propeller rose out of the water as she climbed up the chains like a ladder. She heard men jumping off the boat into the freezing water, grabbing onto random debris to keep themselves afloat.

Water exploded to Genevieve’s left, firing droplets directly into her ear and clogging it with her pounding heartbeat. The murky depths rose closer to her feet as she desperately tried to get away. Her limbs weren’t responding properly, numb from the cold and fear. But the chain links turned to solid stable metal and she knew, in the darkness, she’d found the highest point.

Another torpedo in the seemingly endless barrage smashed into the already sinking ship, blowing men out of the water. They collided with the distorted surf. The stern of the ship groaned and swayed. Genevieve clung onto the bar, her arms screamed as they were pushed to their limits. She was on her front, her legs kicking, scrabbling to stay out of the water.

She heard a hollow clatter from inside the ship. Fists banged against the hull. Screwing up her eyes, Genevieve looped her arms through the bars and cried until there were no more tears. They just kept banging. Even as the shadow of the U-Boat slinked away, they kept banging. Even with the freezing water, they kept banging. Only when the sun started to come up and Genevieve realised she wasn’t alone atop the stern did the banging cease. It faded to a weak patter. Then to a soft knock. Then finally to a solitary tap.

Author’s Notes:

1/ This is a series, with chapters varying in length. I have the whole fic planned out, I just have to finish writing it. I’ve written some chapters and not others because I’m impatient and have no structure in my life. Art imitates life and life imitates it right back.

2/ Since ah dinnae ken Collins’ first name, it will be Jack. So original, I know. This detail and many others about Collins’ life in this fiction are my own interpretation.

3/ Commander Bolton (Sir Kenneth Brannagh’s character) was actually Commander James Campbell Clouston but renamed in the film. He saved over 200,000 men at Dunkirk before his boat was hit and, after sending the adjoining boat back to Dunkirk to save the rest of the men, he died of hypothermia in the English Channel. Therefore, out of respect for the family and the man himself, I have changed Bolton to Clouston in this work – and will do so for any other Dunkirk fiction that I write.

4/ I will update as often as I can so this won’t end up like that one fic that hasn’t been updated since 2009. But I will be going to university soon and will have to go on the occasional hiatus. My apologies in advance.

5/ I own nothing except for my original character Genevieve Hastings.

6/ In spite of me not owning this film or its characters, please don’t plagiarise, repost or take credit for my work. I worked hard on this and this is my first post on my first writing blog. Please don’t put me off posting anything else.

Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoy it!

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Friendly Fire - A Lucien Fic

Series: A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas Characters: Lucien, Cassian POV: Lucien Rating: G Word Count: 2242 Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10649523/

Summary: When Cassian finds Lucien blowing off some steam in the Night Court, the two unwittingly find themselves as sparring partners for the afternoon. But what starts as friendly fire quickly turns to an unexpected confidence that allows them both to break down some of the demons that have been chasing them and find a friend they never knew they needed.

Comments: Hello everyone! Look, another Lucien POV! Not the one I originally planned, but another one anyway! This one comes from a request posted on the @acotarkinkmeme, but is one of the few safe for work requests.

Prompt: “Lucien and Cassian Brotp; again, when Lucien comes to the night court, Cassian uses sparring lessons to show Lucien that the Illyrians aren’t monsters, he shows him what an actual friend looks like. Parallel to the scene between him and Feyre in ACOMAF where she breaks down. I just want Lucien to have a friend okay??”

The biggest thanks to @illyriantremors, who despite having not read this beforehand has heard me talk about it enough that she was able to put together a summary & title because I failed after hours of trying, as well as helped by giving me help with ideas for conversations between these two. I would be lost without her lol So here you go! Hopefully it meets your expectations requester! Enjoy! :)

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The Night Court was far more beautiful than I had ever imagined.

Well, specifically Velaris. But it was hard to merge together the stories of the most wicked of the seven courts with this… peaceful, cultural haven. I had wandered through the streets looking at brightly colored shops and vendors at different points since I had arrived here, smelling the spices and food, admiring the beautiful architecture that I could probably stare at for hours on end. The sound of music wafting from the theaters that I wanted to visit, calling to my soul in a way I hadn't felt since I had been young in the Autumn Court—before everything went to hell.

I wondered if I could ever enjoy it as I once did.

But now I hit the training dummy on the rooftop of what Feyre called the House of Wind with my sword every which way and felt like a complete idiot, and it only made me hit it harder. I had lost track of how long I’d been out here, but I wasn't ready to quit yet. It was cathartic.

“Your technique is awful,” a voice called from behind me. I turned to see the smirking Illyrian commander—Cassian, I had to remind myself—leaning lazily against the nearby wall with his arms crossed.

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, displeased that I had an audience.

The smirk grew wider, into an outright grin. “Long enough to know you wouldn't last in a real sword fight.”

“What do you know about swordsmanship?” I snapped, sheathing my sword and scowling at him. I had held a blade in my hand since before I could remember—trained with it almost as long. He pushed himself off the railing and reached behind his back, unsheathing a sword that I hadn't even seen. It was a beautiful blade—from the similar look to Tamlin's knives, it was Illyrian made—and with a few steps and one swipe of the blade, the head of the training dummy was on the floor, rolling away.

“Plenty.”

My hand gripped the pommel of my sword. “Effective, but that is hardly what I would call finesse,” I scoffed, trying not to give away the slight fear I felt. Cassian shrugged.

“Fights usually aren't pretty. Sometimes it's kill or be killed out there—doesn't matter how, just that the result is in your favor.”

“Spoken like a true Illyrian,” I snapped. Their ruthlessness on the battlefield was legendary, and I was starting to see how it could be true.

“I should hope so.” He gave me a sly look. “How about a friendly match? Your style versus mine. First to three strikes wins.”

I narrowed my eyes. “And how do I know you aren't going to cheat? Illyrians aren't exactly known for their honor,” I said flatly.

“You’re right; you don't, and they aren't. Especially Illyrian bastards.” He grinned wolfishly. “But I don't know if you will be honorable either, being from Spring and all.” He rolled his neck and gave me a grin that made me unsure this spar was going to be as friendly as he claimed. “So what's it gonna be?”

I raised an eyebrow. “You're serious?”

“You want to mouth off, then back it up.” Cassian positioned himself in a fighting stance and held the sword in his hand with a different style than I had ever seen. I nodded and fell into my familiar stance—one that was as familiar as breathing.

I shifted my foot. Before I could blink, the flat of his blade was against my arm.

“One-zero,” he said with a cocky grin. “Pay attention.” I scowled as he stepped back and got into position again. This time when he lunged, I managed to dodge and circle him, but it was almost impossible with the wings that protruded from his back. I launched myself at his back, for the scabbard I saw was placed along his spine, between where his wings protruded from his back. The flat of my blade landed on his chest as he whirled around.

“One-one,” I said.

“One-one,” he agreed, “but a word of warning—try to hit the wings again, and I promise it will not be the flat of my blade that you find buried in your heart.” His tone was light, but I could tell there was a very real threat behind it.

I positioned myself defensively again, keeping an eye on him as we waited for the other to make their move. “Protective much?” I called out. Faster than I could blink, his sword tapped my stomach.

“Two-one.” I scowled at him, but didn't reply. “We’re trained from birth to protect our wings at all costs,” he offered in explanation. “I already almost lost them once. That was enough.” The image of Hybern flashed through my head—the agonized scream that had ripped through the air as that powerful blast had been shot at the poisoned Shadowsinger and how he had shielded him. In the light, I could see the scars and raised tissue that mottled the wings of the man in front of me. He winced almost imperceptibly as he shifted one of them.

“It gets easier,” I said suddenly.

“What does?” I got a lucky hit in against his other arm. Two-two.

I gestured to his wings. He laughed bitterly.

“What would you know about that?” I raised an eyebrow and tapped my metal eye. He winced at the action.

“Oh. Right.” We continue circling each other, waiting for our opening.

“When I came to, after it happened, I felt like my entire head was being torn in two,” I said. I wasn't even sure why I was telling him, but I felt like I should say something. “I was surprised it was only one eye, and I hated it. I’d have rather lost both eyes and been blind to the world if it meant I didn’t have to see what a disfigured mess I’d become.”

“So what got you over it?” Cassian asked, curiosity coloring his voice. He had stopped moving, though his sword remained out.

I snorted and lowered my sword, though I remained aware of where he was. In case he was trying to lower my guard. “I got stuck with that abysmal fox mask for fifty years and suddenly, one eye didn’t seem like such problem.” Cassian laughed bitterly.

“Yeah, well there's no cure all for these. You can't bring back what once was lost.” He shook his wings slightly and winced.

“Have you tried working with them?” I asked.

“No good,” he said almost dismissively. “They hurt too much if I try to get airborne. They've told me if I strain them—”

“Have they told you that you can never fly again?” I interrupted.

His brow furrowed. “They—”

“Have they told you that you can't fly.”

He shook his head. “No.”

“So then why are you here harassing me? You should be working with them. Prove to them that you are a stubborn bastard.”

He chuckled. “You don't know how literal your statement actually is. That’s why I was here. Because Mor got tired of watching me mope and sicked my High Lord and High Lady on me. Imagine my surprise that my quiet training place was already occupied. Speaking of which,” he crossed his arms again, “how did you get up here? There is literally a thousand stairs and the House is protected against winnowing.”

“Feyre offered to take me when I asked if there was a place I could practice without interruption. Obviously she was mistaken.” Cassian chuckled.

“Or she did it on purpose. She knows I like to come here.” He tilted his head. “So why were you out here?” he asked. There was no mocking in his tone.

“I don't belong here,” I confessed. “When I came to the Night Court with Feyre and requested an audience with the High Lord, I didn't expect to feel like I was going Under the Mountain again. But walking into that throne room of his—theirs—watching her turn into a completely different person before my eyes and take a seat on his lap as a crown appeared on her head... until they dismissed everyone, I thought I had just walked into my death.” I took a seat on the ground, not feeling like sparring anymore. “I didn't agree with what Tamlin did, I didn't like that he went to Hybern to force Feyre to come ho—back to Spring. But I didn't do anything about it. I let him put Prythian in danger, even though I saw the warning signs. And when things got too bad, I ran.” It was the first time I had said all of this out loud, even to myself.

“The first step to healing is accepting you were wrong.” I scowled at him, but he didn't laugh. If anything, he looked thoughtful.

“I see a lot of the issues Feyre came to Velaris with in you, too,” he continued. “I wonder if it is just a Spring Court thing?”

I frowned at him. “What are you talking about?”

“Feyre had a similar reaction,” he said softly, taking a seat on the ground next to me, “when she first came here. She blamed herself for the deaths of the two faeries she had to kill Under the Mountain. She punched holes in my protective gloves right on this same rooftop, with fire.” He paused. “Say, doesn't that belong to your court, fox-boy?”

“That hasn't been my court in a long time,”I gritted out. “And it's Lucien, not fox-boy.”

There was that mocking grin again. “Would you prefer I call you something else? I’m sure Foxy—”

“On second thought, fox-boy is fine,” I amended hastily. He chuckled.

“Fine, Lucien. Anyway, she blamed herself so much that she admitted that she just wanted enough time after freeing you all from the curse to turn the knife on herself.” I couldn't hide the shock I felt, though if he noticed, Cassian didn't acknowledge it.

“She was a mess when she came out of that court,” he continued. “And after we got back from Hybern and Az and I found out that our brother's mate, our friend and practically our sister, had been taken back to Spring—that she had sacrificed herself for us to escape… that was bad enough. But when Rhys revealed he had made her his High Lady… Prythian was lucky that Rhys was so adamant that she could handle herself and ordered us to let her do what she wanted without interference unless she asked. We would have razed the Spring Court, damn the consequences, to get her back. Even if it cost us our lives.”

“You are very devoted to him,” I said plainly. “And to Feyre.”

Cassian nodded. “The Court of Dreams is based on three things: to defend, to honor, and to cherish.” He shrugged. “The rules we follow are flexible, but as long as what we do doesn't break one of those three creeds or put our Court in danger, Rhys doesn't care. But there is still a level of earned trust. That you came to the Court of Nightmares to bring her home, to ask them to allow you to help, and neither Feyre or Rhys turned you away tells me that they trust you. The fact that you are still here and neither Azriel or Amren has killed you in your sleep tells me that you're a decent enough man.”

I mulled over his words for a moment. “You are not what I expected,” I said finally. And I meant it.

He snickered. “What, did you think the whole Night Court was like the Court of Nightmares?”

I had indeed. That's all I had ever seen. It's all Prythian had ever seen.

He seemed to take my silence for the agreement it was, and sobered a bit looking up at the darkening sky. “To be honest though, in that mountain city, we all wear masks. They may not be like the one you were cursed with—not as visible—but just as real. We play the monsters, Feyre included, to keep the people here safe. To keep each other safe. We feel trapped there, but at least we know we will get out. The camps, for all their brutality, we can keep in line. Because they still have more honor than some of the highest ranking denizens of that cesspit in the Hewn City.”

Before I could ask what he meant, Cassian suddenly stood up, surprisingly gracefully for the wings, and held out a hand to help me up.

“We’re all going to Rita's soon. Mor’s idea as usual. Why don't you join us?”

I shook my head. “I don't—”

“You are coming, and that's final.” He smiled. “If Feyre is going to include you with the Inner Circle, there are some duties you must fulfill as one of our friends.”

Friends. “Such as?”

He smirked. “Helping Az and I take Rhys for all he’s worth in cards until Mor manages to convince Az to join her out on the dance floor. Besides, we’re tied two for two, but there are other ways we can compete to see who gets that final point.”

It sounded ridiculous. But it also sounded fun.

I gave him the most genuine smile I had given anyone since I had come here. “Count me in.”

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