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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years ago

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Your fic reca are what’s literally keeping me alive right now! Thank you 🙏 Do u have any new Virgin Sherlock, Sensitive Sherlock or first time Johnlock fic recs? I would be forever grateful

Hi Nonny!!! *HUGS*

Aww, I’m happy my blog is making you happy! I’ve actually recently released a part 2 list for Virgin Sherlock last month so you can check these out:

Virgin Sherlock

Virgin Sherlock Pt. 2

As for First Time / Sensitive Sherlock, ahhhh, I’m gonna use this opportunity actually to update my First Times List, if that’s okay? Only because I have a list already started, and I’m currently compiling a “sensuality” list that I think will meet your needs for sensitive Sherlock when I post it (another ask from another Nonny) so I’ll save it for that time :P Though you might like Shy Sherlock and Sherlock Soft With Children for that one!

Anyway.... Here we go! :D

FIRST TIMES Pt. 2

See also: First Time || [MOBILE]

Bathroom Accessories by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 3,324 w., 1 Ch. || Sex Toys, Butt Plug, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Horny Sherlock, John’s Patience Wears Thin, Humour, Bottomlock) – John discovers that Sherlock has been playing with some very adult toys in the bath.

Nothing So Sweet by alexxphoenix42 (E, 5,275 w., 1 Ch. || Shopkeeper AU || Beekeeping, Sussex, Alternate First Meeting, Awkward First Time Sex, Self-Consciousness / Body Insecurity, Fluff, Hand Jobs) – In an alternate universe, Sherlock is busy keeping to himself, tending his bees, and selling lovely jars of honey when a soldier limps into his life quite unexpectedly. Part 1 of The Sweetest Things

My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs (E, 6,220 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Bum, John’s Scar, Sherlock POV, Body Worship, Fingering, Bottomlock, Promise of Forever / Proposals, Misunderstanding, First Kiss/Time, Loss of Virginity, Virginity Kink, Seduction) – Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze. And then it hit him. John Watson was aroused.

Bridges by sussexbound (M, 6,602 w., 1 Ch || Post-TLD / S4 Fix It, Love Confessions, Mending Relationships, Moving Back In, Pining Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Past Abuse, Shaving) – The silence between them is deafening, interrupted only by the hum of the traffic outside, and the soft click-clunk of the plastic cups Rosie is playing with on the floor beside them. It is the first time they have been alone together, since Sherlock’s birthday. It’s only been two days, but it feels huge, important, like there is a precarious bridge stretched out before them both that they need to at least attempt to traverse.

An Interpretation of Viewing Habits by akitsuko (E, 6,653 w., 1 Ch. || Porn Watching, Masturbation, Anal, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Jealous Sherlock, Fantasizing, John in Denial / Internalized Homophobia, Bottomlock, Pining Idiots, Sherlock Has No Boundaries, Cockblocking Sherlock) – John watches porn. It's a perfectly normal thing to do. If every video he watches happens to feature actors with remarkable physical similarities to his flatmate, well, that's no one's business but his own. Or: John is in denial, until his infatuation with Sherlock is impossible to deny anymore.

Time on my hands by Mildredandbobbin (M, 7,179 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S3, One Night Stands, Mutual Pining, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Sexual Exploration / Discovery, Desperation, Body Worship) – Virginity’s a construct, a concept—what does losing one’s virginity entail for a gay man anyway? Sherlock wants to fill that particular gap in his knowledge but John won’t, can’t, never will assist and there’s only so much desperately unspoken pining even Sherlock can take.

Sometimes When We Touch by kedgeree (M, 7,755 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Kiss/Time, Inappropriate Giggling, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Virgin Sherlock, John Whump, Touching) – John might be touching Sherlock a little more often than is strictly necessary. Sherlock probably hasn't even noticed. Right...?

Just Like That by sussexbound (E, 8,442 w., 1 Ch. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, French Kissing, Anal, Emotional Lovemaking, Enthusiastic Consent, Tenderness, Crying John, Bathing/Washing, Insecure John, Toplock) – John doesn’t want to talk anymore. He wants. Oh dear god, how he wants. For the first time in what feels like years he WANTS.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalized Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by "accident", it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

The shape of the world around us by Salambo06 (E, 15,058 w., 5 Ch. || Lumberjack John / Botanist Sherlock, Different First Meeting, John Has a Beard, Light Case Fic, Flirting, First Kiss / Time, Masturbation, Love at First Sight, Horny Sherlock, John’s Bum, Bottomlock, Tenderness, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Shy Sherlock, Sexual Fantasies) – Looking through the bush, Sherlock felt his heartbeat quicken as a man passed in front of him. Sherlock frowned, trying to get a closer look despite the bush. The man was wearing a red plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and Sherlock couldn't take his eyes off the man’s arms. Muscular, slightly tanned with golden hairs along his forearms. For some unknown reason, Sherlock found himself imagining them around his waist, holding him tightly. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, Sherlock shook his head. Opening his eyes and looking back to where the man stood only a moment prior, he found himself alone. Great, now his only chance to find his way back to town was gone. “Why are you wearing a suit?”

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

The Wisteria Tree by SilentAuror (E, 29,773 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Emotional Love Making, Amnesia/Memory Loss, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Sherlock POV, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, First Times, Hurt/Comfort, Est. Rel., Retirement) – Sherlock wakes up from a month-long coma only to discover that he has no memory of the previous six years to his own shock as well as John's...

The Real Great Perfumers by shelleysprometheus (E, 45,355 w., 68 Ch. || Case Fic, Alternating POV, Gay Sherlock / Bi John, Canon Compliant with Divergence at TRF, Friends to Lovers, Oral / Anal, Pining, First Kiss / Time, Dev. Rel., Drugging, Body Worship, Bathing, Love Confessions, Travelling, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock, BJ’s, Alternating POV, Jealous John) – The case, this case. This extraordinary, fascinating, scintillating case. A house. Designed entirely by its eccentric owner, built by no less than five hundred expert tradesmen in the heart of Marrakesh. A house that had, seemingly not only driven its owner out, but also to his quite unpleasant death. And a perfumer, a chemist no less, the very thought of the secrets that house could reveal, would reveal was irresistible. Sherlock had to have this case ... and it seems, he also had to have John! Part 1 of the Forethought and Fire series

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal, Autistic Sherlock) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 97,884 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #first time #virgin sherlock #fluff fics #Anonymous #my fic recs

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tinypnut · 5 years ago

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Sunsets

Crosshair x reader

~Prompt~

Watching the sunset with Crosshair and talking about life.

Words: 1,120

TW: mention of family death

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The sky was painted with pinks, oranges, yellows, and purples. Stars began peeking through the sky and the sky itself became a painting. The battle was won and you sat at the edge of a cliff watching the sunset. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes enjoying the fading warmth that the sun gave. It warmed your face and for the first time in what seemed like forever you felt at peace. No fighting, no blaster shots, no cries of pain, just silence. It wasn’t long however when footsteps approached.

“What are you doing” Crosshair questioned and you hummed softly.

“Enjoying the sunset” You turned your head and looked up at him. He shifted the toothpick in his mouth before looking away from you and gazed out at the sunset. You did the same. He placed his rifle down and sat down beside you.

“And you’re enjoying this?” he questioned again as he arched a brow.

“Absolutely” You smiled even more and sighed “It reminds me of home to be honest. We had the most spectacular sunsets. My brother and I would spend every night watching them, then we’d find our way onto the rooftop of our house and stargaze, picking out every constellation we could. It was nice.” your smile faltered for a moment and you looked down slightly. Crosshair looked over to you once again.

“You never mentioned a brother before” He replied and you hummed

“Well, there isn’t much to tell to be honest. He’s been dead for a while now.” your gaze and smile were now filled with nostalgia as you remembered your childhood. Crosshair opened his mouth to apologize, something he didn’t do often, but you cut him off. “It’s fine Cross, yes his passing is sad but it’s times like this, enjoying the sunsets, feeling the warmth of the setting sun, watching the stars, and” you pause and look to him “being close to someone I care about means the most to me. Yes it reminds me of my brother but many things are good, I enjoy remembering him because when I do it makes his life have more meaning.” You gave Crosshair a warm and bright smile. Crosshair was honestly at a loss for words. He wasn’t expecting this from you, many he’d come in contact with that had lost someone close to them usually ended up in tears but not you. You accepted his death and enjoyed what you have, you lived in the present. He would be lying if he said he didn’t have feelings for you and just hearing how you said you cared for him, it struck something in him. He wasn’t sure what and he was almost scared to accept it, to let you in. In a galaxy governed by war, ruin, and death there was never a promise of living through it. Crosshair remained quiet as he turned back to face the sunset, more stars peeking through the sky. You moved your hand and gently placed it on top his, you laced your fingers together with his and gave his hand a squeeze, to your surprise he squeezed back. You rubbed the back of his gloved hand with your thumb and looked at him. He turned and looked at you as well.

“This galaxy isn’t the safest…” He said softly and you shrugged

“But it’s safer when I’m with you” Your smile was gentle and held love. Crosshair smirked slightly and shook his head at your response.

“You’re such a piece of work”

“Oh I know Cross” you giggled. His smirk turned into a rare smile and before you could register what he was doing he kissed you. It was sweet and short and oh so gentle as if you were a delicate flower or a piece of glass. Crosshair moved in closer to tangle his other hand in your hair before pulling away. You sat there somewhat dazed, Crosshair was never one to express much emotion unless it was some sarcastic remark or poking fun at the regs. This action almost made your heart burst with happiness.

“You, you mean so much to me…” His voice was soft, scared almost. He did just throw all his feelings out onto the table after all. He shifted his gaze off you and down at the ground. You chuckled and threw your arms around him hugging him tightly.

“You mean so much to me too.” To Crosshair your voice was heavenly and for the first time that he could recall he felt at peace. He relaxed in your arms gently nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and he let out a content sigh. Cross wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer until you ended up in his lap. You let out a squeak from the action but remained content. You rested your head on his shoulder your eyes half-lidded as the final rays of sunlight began to disappear.

“Hey, look up,” Crosshair said pulling away slightly and you loosened your grip to look at the sky. A small gasp escaped you as you watched the sky light up with a meteor shower. You let go of Crosshair though your hands lingered on his forearms as you watched the sky with delight. Crosshair on the other hand wasn’t watching the sky but you. A small smile found it’s way onto his face as he studied you. The way the meteor shower lit up your face as well as reflected in your eyes. The gentleness of your face, the way your hair fell, the dimples that appeared when you smiled. Just about every aspect of you he admired. He leaned in and placed a kiss upon your neck as you looked up at the sky. Your breath hitched and your grip on his forearms tightened for a moment but loosened shortly after. You peeled your eyes from the sky and looked down at him. Now it was your turn to admire him, his slender features, the literal crosshair tattooed onto his face, his grey, almost snow or sliver hair, his sharp eyes, and his oh so sexy smirk. You lifted a hand and gently traced the crosshair on his face and he closed his eyes. His hands rested on your hips and when you finished you placed a gentle kiss onto his forehead.

“We should probably head back before the others come looking for us,” You said softly and he hummed.

“Or we could just stay here for a bit longer….maybe look for constellations?” He smirked and you smiled.

“Sounds like a plan” You agreed.

The two shifted and laid back onto the cool ground looking up at the stars, hands laced together.

#clone troopers #clones #star wars #star wars the clone wars #bad batch #crosshair x reader #x reader #fanfic #oneshot #clone force 99 #reader insert #crosshair #fluff

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thelittlesttimelord · 5 years ago

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The Littlest Timelord: The Death of the Doctor Chapter 12

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The Death of the Doctor Chapter 12 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 12/? SUMMARY: The Doctor’s death is looming on the horizon and Elise is growing every day. What the Doctor doesn’t know is that he has 200 years to teach Elise all he knows. Amy, Rory, and River let Elise in on their secret, because River knows she will keep it. What will Elise do when he’s gone?

[A/N - I’ve been waiting for this chapter because it has one my favorite moments that I’ve ever written in it.]

As the Doctor, Amy, Rory, and Elise were exploring they heard, “Thief!”

“Shush, shush, shush,” the Doctor said as they stopped.

“So, as soon as the TARDIS is refueled, we go, yeah?” Rory asked.

“No. There are Time Lords here. I heard them and they need me.”

“You told me about your people, and you told me what you did,” Amy said.

Elise didn’t understand what they were talking about.

“Yes, yes, but if they're like the Corsair, they're good one and I can save them.”

“And then tell them you…?” Amy trailed off looking at Elise. She knew the Doctor still hadn’t told her about what he had done.

“I can explain. Tell them why I had to.”

“You want to be forgiven.”

“Don't we all?”

Amy nodded. “What do you need from me?”

“My screwdriver. I left it in the TARDIS. It's in my jacket.”

“You're wearing your jacket,” Rory commented.

“My other jacket.”

“You have two of those? Can’t you just use Elise’s?”

“Hers doesn’t have all the apps I need.”

“Okay, I'll get it. But Doctor, listen to me. Don't get emotional because that's when you make mistakes,” Amy told him.

He gave her a lazy salute. “Yes, boss.”

Amy tossed him her mobile phone. “I'll call you from the TARDIS. Rory, look after him.” Amy walked off.

“Rory, look after her.”

The Doctor and Elise continued exploring.

“Daddy?” Elise asked.

“Yes Ellie?”

“What happened to the Timelords?”

The Doctor froze in his tracks. He’d been avoiding that question for years now.

“You always say that we’re the last of the Timelords. How is that possible?”

The Doctor knelt down in front of her. “Elise, you have to understand something. What I did…”

Elise looked at him confused.

“Do you remember the Naismith Mansion?”

Elise nodded.

“You escaped something called the Timelock. It was a device designed to trap the Time War in a moment. We can never go back to Gallifrey because it doesn’t exist anymore. There are only two Timelords left in the universe. Me and you.” The Doctor watched as her blue eyes filled with tears.

“So they’re all gone? Everyone?”

“I’m sorry.” Elise sniffled and wiped her face, trying to hold back the tears. Her entire family, all her friends. They were all gone and she’d never see them again.

The Doctor wrapped his arms around her as she started crying. “I am so sorry,” he told her.

Elise tried pulling away from him, hitting him on the chest and shoulders.

The Doctor continued to hold her as she let out her anger and sadness. He never meant to do this to her. He never thought he’d have to face the result of his decision. If he regretted what he had done before, he regretted it even more knowing that he taken everything from the girl he now called his daughter.

The Doctor pulled her away from him to look her in the eye. “Ellie, listen to me. What I did, I did to stop it all. I regret it every minute of every day. I ask myself if I could have done something differently. I know apologies will never bring them back, but you are the most important thing to me. You are my entire universe. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you. As long as I am alive, I will protect you.”

Elise sniffled and he kissed her head.

Amy’s phone started ringing in the Doctor’s pocket. He stood up and answered it. “Yeah, it's around somewhere. Have a good look.” He pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his jacket and pressed the button, locking the TARDIS door.

Elise and the Doctor continued to search House.

“Come on. Where are you? Now, where are you all? Where are you?” the Doctor asked. He closed his eyes and honed in on the whispers of the Timelords. He pulled back a curtain and revealed a small alcove. “Well, they can't all be in here.”

Elise could hear the voices now.

The Doctor opened a cupboard and found the message boxes.

“Please do you read me?” “Structural integrity failure. Damage to dimensional stabilizer.” “If you can hear, come and help.”

Elise didn’t recognize any of the voices, but her hearts broke for them.

Auntie and Uncle came up behind them.

“Just admiring your Timelord distress signal collection. Nice job. Brilliant job. Really thought I had some friends here, but this is what the Ood translator picked up. Cries for help from the long dead.” The Doctor turned to face them. “How many Timelords have you lured here the way you lured me, and what happened to them all?”

“House. House is kind and he is wise,” Auntie said.

“House repairs you when you break! Yes, I know!”

Elise could tell the Doctor was becoming increasingly angry.

“But how does he mend you?” He scanned Uncle. “You've got the eyes of a twenty year old.”

“Thank you.”

“No. Oh, no, I mean it literally. Your eyes are thirty years younger than the rest of you.” He pulled off Uncle’s hat, revealing two mismatched ears. “Your ears don't match, your right arm is two inches longer than you're left, and how's your dancing? Because you've got two left feet. Patchwork people. You've been repaired and patched up so often, I doubt there's anything left of what used to be you. I had an umbrella like you once.” The Doctor grabbed Auntie’s forearm.

It had the same tattoo as the box. A snake eating its tail.

“Oh, now, it's been a great arm for me, this.”

“Corsair.”

“He was a strapping big bloke, wasn't he, Uncle?”

“Big fellow,” Uncle agreed.

“I got the arm and then Uncle got the spine and the kidneys.”

“Kidneys.”

“You gave me hope, and then you took it away. That's enough to make anyone dangerous. God knows what it will do to me. Basically, run!”

Auntie took off.

“Poor old Timelord. Too late. House is too clever,” Uncle told them. He walked off as Amy’s phone started ringing.

“Timelord stuff. Needed you out of the way. The boxes will make you angry. How could she know? Stay put. Stay exactly where you are.” He hung up and took off running.

They found Idris sitting there in a cage.

The Doctor walked up to the bars. “How did you know about the boxes? You said they'd make me angry. How did you know?”

“Ah, it's my thief and my little survivor.”

“Who are you?”

“It's about time.”

“I don't understand. Who are you?”

“Do you not know me? Just because they put me in here?”

“They said you were dangerous.”

“Not the cage, stupid. In here.” Idris raised up on her knees and put her hands on her face. “They put me in here.” She placed her hands on the bars and looked up at him, her face framed by the bars. “I'm the… Oh, what do you call me? We travel. I go…”

The sound of the TARDIS came out of her mouth.

“The TARDIS?” the Doctor asked.

Elise smiled. That’s why she felt so familiar!

“Time and Relative Dimension in Space. Yes, that's it. Names are funny. It's me.” Idris stood up. “I'm the TARDIS.”

The Doctor turned away from her and paced. “No, you're not. You're a bitey, mad lady. The TARDIS is up and downy stuff in a big blue box.”

“Yes, that's me. A Type Forty TARDIS. I was already a museum piece when you were young, and the first time you touched my console you said…”

“I said you were the most beautiful thing I had ever known.”

“And then you stole me. And I stole you.”

“I borrowed you.”

“Borrowing implies the intention to return the thing that was taken. What makes you think I would ever give you back?”

The Doctor slowly turned back to her. “You're the TARDIS?”

“Yes.”

“My TARDIS?”

Elise hit him on the leg.

“Sorry. Our TARDIS”.

“My Doctor and my little Survivor. Oh. We have now reached the point in the conversation where you open the lock.” Idris stepped back from the bars and the Doctor soniced the cage door. Idris stepped out and walked up to the Doctor. “Are all people like this?” she asked.

“Like what?”

“So much bigger on the inside. I'm…Oh, what is that word? It's so big, so complicated. It's so sad.”

“But why? Why pull the living soul from a TARDIS and pop it in a tiny human head? What does it want you for?”

Idris circled the Doctor, sniffing him. “Oh, it doesn't want me.”

“How do you know?”

“House eats TARDIS’s.”

“House what? What do you mean?”

“I don't know. It's something I heard you say.”

“When?”

“In the future.”

“House eats TARDIS’s?”

Elise giggled at their back and forth. It almost like watching him and River go at it.

“There you go.” Idris put her finger on his lips. “What are fish fingers?”

“When do I say that?” “Any second.” She took her finger off his lips.

“Of course. House feeds on rift energy and TARDIS’s are bursting with it. And not raw, all lovely and cooked. Processed food. Mmm, fish fingers.”

“Do fish have fingers?”

“But you can't eat a TARDIS. It would destroy you. Unless, unless…”

“Unless you deleted the TARDIS Matrix first.”

The Doctor laughed. “So it deleted you.”

“But House can't just delete a TARDIS's consciousness. That would blow a hole in the universe. So he pulls out the Matrix, sticks it in a living receptacle and then it feeds off the remaining Artron energy.” Idris gasped. “You were about to say all that. I don't suppose you have to now.”

“I sent Amy and Rory in there. They'll be eaten.” The Doctor pulled out Amy’s phone and flipped it open. “Amy! Amy? Rory? Get the hell out of there!” He took off running, leaving Elise with Idris.

“Are you really the TARDIS?” she asked.

“Of course I am.”

“What color is my blanket?”

“It’s blue of course. With gold threads in the shape of the stars.”

Elise smiled and hugged Idris.

Idris stroked Elise’s brown hair. She loved the little Timelord like the Doctor did.

As a daughter.

#eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor imagines #eleventh doctor fanfiction #doctor who #Doctor Who fanfiction #doctor who imagine #amy pond #amy pond imagine #Rory Williams #rory williams imagine #the littlest timelord #the littlest timelord: the death of the doctor

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sithroyal · 5 years ago

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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍 !

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NAME : Ripley NICKNAME : Rips PREFERRED PRONOUNS : He/him AGE RANGE : late 20′s FAVORITE ANIMAL : otters PETS ? : 2 cats ( venus, luna ), 1 dog ( jack ) HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN IN THIS FANDOM ? : Star Wars, four months. Final Fantasy, well over three years. TATTOOS / PIERCINGS : tattoos: A traditional shark piece on my left forearm with my grandmother’s name on the same wrist. A H.R. Giger Alien on my right lower leg. Right arm has the bustersword / FF7 piece. piercings: Snakebites and currently 8G ears. STAR SIGN : pisces sun, scorpio moon WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THIS SPECIFIC CHARACTER(S) ? : Star Wars was, quite literally, the first fandom I was ever in. It was a franchise that’s been introduced to me through a family member when I was quite young. Kylo Ren / Ben Solo was one of the few characters in the franchise that I felt the biggest draw toward between enjoying the initial character design to uncomfortably close parallels in family issues.

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evak-fic-rec-turtleanon · 5 years ago

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Evak Fics - Soulmates AU

The Soulmates au list. Plus an extra Jokael fic. WIPs are at the end. Under a read more:

***** SOULMATES *****

We can be soulmates by sleepinggiant (SERIES, 2 fics) - After you meet your soulmate, marks that appear on their skin appear on your skin too.

Life is a beautiful thing by skampanda (524 words) - They didn't just survive through life, they lived it. They had so much passion and excitement in their lives. They had each other.

in every universe by queerness (632 words) - The first time your soulmate touches you, a handprint stays there for the rest of your life

Handsome Mystery Boy by waitineedaname (1.3k words) - You need to know your soulmate's name before it can appear on your arm. Coffee shop au.

New Year's Minute by killercatchy (1.5k words) - Alternate universe where you have a timestamp of when you’ll meet your soulmate. The first minute of every year, you spend in your soulmates body.

Show me your true colors by NikiNixie (1.5k words) - A soulmate AU where you have a black stain where your soulmate is supposed to touch you for the first time and it turns into millions of colors once they do.

du er ikke alene by TheGhostOfMe (1.9k words) - soulmate tattoo

you've been scared of love (and what it did to you) by voidskam (1.9k words) - you're born with a specific eye color, but when you meet your soulmate, both your eyes change into a beautiful color that show you have found your soulmate.

In another life, my dear, by HeartbeatsAreMySymphony (2k words) - countdown to when you meet your soulmate appear on your wrist. a twist on the soulmate trope. warning: it's pretty angsty.

spend more time with you by hippopotamus (2.1k words) - isak accidentally freezes time trying to prove even wrong about his ability to reverse it.

seen it all in paper dreams by hippopotamus (2.2k words) - soulmate au where your world turns colourful when you hear your soulmate's voice

When I Kiss Your Soul by jinglebin (2.5k words) - Even's soulmate wasn't who he had expected or hoped it would be. Your soulmate's name appears on your wrist when you think of them. Enemies to lovers.

In This Universe and the Next by bettertoflee (2.5k words) - For the longest time, Isak avoided looking at the name that appeared on his underarm

Real Eyes by SuddenTempest (2.9k words) - au where your right eye is your own natural eye colour but your left is the colour of your soulmate's. It is only once that you meet and recognize your own eye staring back at you that your eyes change to match.

keeping me close to you by alotofphandoms (2.9k words) - Isak and Even are soulmates with shared skin. Any mark made on them shows up on the other.

something lonesome, something so wholesome by hippopotamus (3.2k words) - au where there's a tattoo on your skin that can move around, and when you find your soulmate it can move onto them too. They are animal tattoos!

the threads that bind us by everythingislove (straykid) (3.3k words) - The silver thread appears on his third birthday, tied perfectly around his wrist. He doesn’t remember much about the moment apart from his mother’s tears, and the way his father’s eyes screamed ‘disappointment.’

Of Ocean and Sky by RamblingWithFantasy (3.5k words) - An ancient legend says that the islanders will find their soulmates for the first time on the way back home, someday.

the red thread by thekardemomme (3.5k words) - every time you lie to your soulmate it shows up on their skin. 5+1 things

The clock is ticking by writtenpeach (3.6k words) - A story about how Isak fell into the arms of his soulmate. Countdown to meeting your soulmate.

The Worst Soulmate by kaleidxscope (4.1k words) - Tattoo of the first words you hear from your soulmate. Unfortunately for Isak, his soulmate spoils Star Wars for him.

do right by you by puddingandpie (4.6k words) - an au where you swap bodies with your soulmate

Some of it is transcendental, some of it is just really dumb by r0nj4 (4.9k words) - It’s a place he’s been before, except he knows that it’s not. It’s a rush of endorphins and electricity and bright lights. “Do you think it’s happening?” Jonas asks.

(oh damn) never seen that colour blue by colazitron (4.9k words) - Isak has soulmarks. Lots of them. They are like freckles and they glow.

Shall I Find No Other by ultimatelawrence (5.4k words) - Everyone is born with a compass on their body, inked into their skin and commonly on their inner left arm. Instead of pointing to north, the needle on the compass points in the direction of your true soulmate.

The Imaginative Friend Syndrome by wyoheartsmusic (5.6k words) - Five times Isak and Even communicate in their heads and one time they communicate in person

i always knew by GayaIsANerd (5.7k words) - au where you get dreams of what your soulmate is experiencing.

let's not waste it feeling wrong by prettyisak (6.9k words) - Instead of your soulmate's first words to you written on your skin, it's the last words you ever hear them say, so you don't know who your soulmate is until you lose them. Warning: Angsty. Please read the tags.

flickered in my mind for only you by shadeandadidas (8.2k words) - But even the lonely nights hearing his mom cry for his dad couldn’t stop Isak from tracing the words (looped, like maybe his soul mate was an artist or a writer) etched permanently onto his skin.

Is This Our Time? by Evakkk (9.9k words) - This is a world where everyone is born with an indistinguishable soulmate mark... it only changes into something recognizable, once you have physical contact with your soulmate, and it's always something meaningful to the relationship. Both partners will bear the same mark. Isak is about to turn 18... and he's the only one in his friend group who still hasn't found their soulmate. But what happens when he goes out one night, gets drunk... and wakes up with his soulmate mark?

undisclosed desires in your heart by owilde (10k words) - It would be just a massive joke if Isak somehow ended up having a soulmate. He doesn't even want one, not really. It's silly. If Isak wants to date someone, he can find a girlfriend on his own, thank you very much.

our souls aren't strangers by everythingislove (straykid) (10k words) - The six times Isak and Even can't get it together, and the one time they already are. Or a childhood friends and soulmates au

Isak and Even: everything at once by imissedyourskin (10k words) - “yes. I used to see in black and white. Your dad used to see in colour. And then we met each other and we saw everything at once. It made me see colour and made your dad see black and white. That is what happens when you meet your soulmate.”

A Winter Dream by flyingonthewind (11k words) - Set in a world where soulmates are found by the touch of skin, Isak navigates life alone. At least he did until some drunk guy spilled beer all over him on the tram.

Love Is The Drug For Me by mccolfer (12k words) - The soulmate mark system is one that is full of flaws and uncertainty. Sure, most of the time you and your soulmate had each other's names and you'd meet and fall in love and be together forever. But sometimes the marks aren't mutual. Sometimes the name on your wrist is so common that you don't know who your soulmate is. Sometimes you don't fall in love with your soulmate, rather they're just your best friend. It's not always as clear cut as it's supposed to be.

In this universe, in different times. by Bewa (12.9k words) - When two souls are separated by the Big Bang, they will forever search for the other until they finally are reunited.

Taraxacum by GayaIsANerd (15k words) - Isak would never say this out loud, but he’s a hopeless romantic. His mother told him stories about the soulbond, how everyone was born with a symbol somewhere on their bodies, linking them to someone else, somewhere in the universe. These symbols were a representation of the soulmates’ souls.

Lost & bound by hjertetssunnegalskap (Crazyheart) (16k words) - Even has been in a bicycle accident and he has lost his memory of the past three years. However, Isak gets a shock when Even tells him that they’re bonded soulmates, and expects them to be a couple.

Trollbundet/Spellbound by Crazyheart (16k words) - A summer fling soulmate AU. Isak has graduated from Nissen and he’s attending Trolsk (Enchanting), an alternative Fair/music festival with his friends. When he meets a guy called Even, they bond. However, Even is reluctant about bonding. Is a summer fling all they will have?

Not the End by nofeartina (16k words) - Sometimes a connection is so powerful that it can bend the fabric of space and time. Or the parallel universe AU where Isak and Even find each other over and over again.

Making shades of purple by rumpelsnorcack (22k words) - The soulmark changes based on the soulmate's emotions. When their left hands touch, the soulmate bond connects.

beautiful people will ruin your life by traumatic (22k words) - au where two people can communicate solely by writing on their skin, Isak and Even are the best of friends until a lie burrows its way between them and nearly rips them apart.

Somewhere A Clock Is Ticking by staylucky (25k words) - The Afterlife is not what Isak Valtersen was expecting. He didn’t think he’d die at 18 years old in the first place. Purgatory’s ‘Apprentice Leader’, Eskild, is a wildcard, Isak's 'Angel Mentor' Noora doesn’t like Isak and he never got to even a kiss boy while he was on Earth. Thank Goodness, while he waits for reincarnation, for Jonas (another’s mentor) who takes Isak under his (literal) wing but most of all for fellow spirit and member of ‘Limbo Land’ Even Bech Naesheim, a beautiful boy with a past of his own. All isn’t what it seems, and Isak has a lot to discover.

Bittersweet Markings by BreeTaylor (26k words) - Isak's soulmate wanted nothing to do with him. Their skin was a shared canvas, but his soulmate seemed to hate every word Isak wrote. Isak's soulmate had a habit of drawing butterflies on his forearms. Isak never really understood what it meant, but when Vilde started showing up to school with them, too, he didn't waste any time in finding out.

You Make My Heart Soar by missmarymakeup93 (32k words) - Soulmates have basically become extinct. But one chance encounter has Isak in a mess of emotions. Especially when magical marks start appearing on his body.

Just your average ordinary everyday Superhero by vorfm95 (34k words) - Isak works for the governament fixing the chaos caused by the Yeti a young superhero who protects the streets of Oslo. The last words he'll hear from his soulmate is engraved on his arm.

we can take the long way home by Treehouse (37k words) - When he gently puts his hand on the right side of his stomach, the skin is burning hot and feels rugged underneath his fingertips, and when he lifts the cover to look he sees a dark patch there, about the size of his palm. He freezes, has to close his eyes for a moment. Surely, it can’t be, not this soon? But when he looks again, he’s sure. He’s gotten a mark. He’s only been eighteen for about a month, haven’t even had the time to start worrying about it yet.

Colours Speak Louder Than Words by BreeTaylor (39k words) - (9/10 chapters posted) "Colour changes the way we see the world, Isak." Everybody sees the world in greyscale until they meet their soulmate.

For His Love to Flee by wyoheartsmusic (48k words) - in a world where vampires hide, two lost souls find each other. enemies to lovers

(2017/18) tender (is the night) by towonderland72 (kittpurrson) (49k words) - Reuploaded in 2020. His whole body aches, like he’s regrown his limbs overnight, stretched out muscles he never knew he had. Isak knows, in that moment, that his life has just been turned upside down. “You bonded,” Even’s girlfriend confirms, and the pity in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. “Try not to move.” The one where Isak and Even accidentally soulbond.

Lost to the Sea by Flatfootmonster (73k words) - Isak doesn't yet know who he is, or who he even want's to be. Even is indebted to the land and living in human form, despite his very nature demanding he return to the sea. Both beings crave belonging and a need to be seen, if only by one other set of eyes.

Burning For Your Touch by cuteandtwisted (221k words) - (16/17 chapters posted) Isak's skin burns anyone that comes into contact with it and therefore cannot be touched. Closed off and extremely manipulative, Isak transfers to Bakka and scares everyone away with his condition. Everyone but Even.

*** BONUS JOKAEL *** because it's cute

Seeing Color by waitineedaname (3.3k words) - He didn't ever expect he'd meet his soulmate in the middle of a fist-fight.

******** WIPs ********

Everything has changed but your eyes by onlydeadsoulscantdance (posted in Feb 2019)

twin reflections of kindred spirits by devonthemenace (last update May 2017)

Hold On (If Love Is The Answer) by silkeborgriver (posted in April 2019)

It Was Always Supposed to Happen Like This by Darwig3 (last update Jan 2017)

Living With the Uncertainty by kitsunechikyu (last update on June 2017)

The saddest people smile the brightest by vorfm95 (last update in Feb 2019)

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing by i_once_wrote_a_dream (last update in May 2019)

Princes and Stars by CrochetingWords (last update in Oct 2018)

cut off my fingers to touch your smile by bbyfruit (last update in Sept 2018)

These Mountains To Move by verlore_poplap (orphan_account) (last update in Oct 2017)

this world was built for two by twentyonedani (last update in May 2019)

Crystal Dust by Liolny (last update in Feb 2019)

#evak fic rec #skam fic rec #soulmates au

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ameliabonse-blog · 6 years ago

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if you’re looking for AMELIA BONES, you’ll probably find HER in the HUFFLEPUFF dorm with the rest of the SIXTH years. they’re the TWENTY year old PUREBLOOD who looks kind of like NATALIA DYER. they seem PERSPICACIOUS, AMIABLE, & INDUSTRIOUS to me, but apparently they’re also OPINIONATED, OVERPROTECTIVE & RETICENT. maybe that’s why their patronus is A LIONESS. ( ic: cisfemale / she/her. ooc: ellie, nineteen, bst, she/her. )

hey everyone!! i’ve played amelia exactly Once before but i wrote her w a different fc and a whole different Sibling Vibe ( she was older + Burdened ) and tbh i’m ??? so excited to bring her to y’all!! also i chose that gif bc i cannot stop laughing at it lmao it’s v amelia CHARACTER INSPIRATION: alex danvers (supergirl), peggy carter (agent carter), nancy wheeler (stranger things), leia organa (star wars), bonnie bennett (tvd), more tbd AESTHETICS: athena, bursting forth with plated armor and a victorious yell, a sword in hand and blood matting her hair. soft, but hard, warm, but cold, always extremes, never one without the other. caring so much you feel it will be the end of you. a shining arrow on your forearm. keeping secrets, the way you’ve been taught. hair chopped off. knowing the true good in this world is always found in the darkest of times. LINKS: stats. pinboard. character tag.

my pureblood definitely not a purist Daughter is a Classic hufflepuff capricorn ass ( Dec 30th )

Hufflepuff Capricorns are extraordinarily hard workers. Their sense of duty is strong, and they have enough discipline to manage not just themselves, but a whole army of people if needs be. They take joy in being useful to other people, so are often quite helpful whether as lab partners or in their chosen careers (often in the Ministry of Magic). However, because they also make good leaders and want to get ahead in the world due to having more ambition than the average Hufflepuff, they tend to get selected for positions of authority, where they soon make themselves indispensable. They're good at organizing things. Hogwarts should always have a Hufflepuff Capricorn somewhere on the administration, to make sure all affairs are actually in order (all those head-in-the-clouds creative types on the faculty; good heavens, where would Hogwarts be if there was no way of balancing them with down to earth perspective?)

she’s a year below the marauders and is therefore in the same yr as charity burbage!!!

hufflepuff beater from fifth year to now, will literally fight ted tonks if he tries to get her off his team ( with her beaters bat. so don’t try anything )

also on the dueling club since it was founded and has been in the slug club since last year

edgar is her older brother and she loves him dearly, and they’re both a bit overprotective over the other (they have a younger sibling, which in canon would be susan bones’ dad)

she v much gives off an alex danvers vibe when it comes to family - in the broadest sense, as found family is more of a concept in supergirl than blood family is - they mean the absolute /world/ to her and she’d do anything for them (x x x x x x)

loosely invested in muggle culture - she’s not arthur weasley levels of interested but she quite enjoys muggle music and has been to see muggle movies

wants to make her parents proud like a crazy amount, to the point where she’s sure that she’d do anything to make them proud - they’re bigshots at the ministry and she’d hate to do anything to destroy that for them

she’s not as outright confident as her brother but she’d be hard pressed to find someone she thinks is better equipped than her in her year

she works incredibly hard - probably harder than you’ve seen anyone work in their life, because it’s how she’s been brought up

she’s DEFINITELY going to be an auror, no matter what anyone says otherwise

i mean, in canon she ends up as the head of the department of magical law enforcement and has a seat on the wizengamot up until her death at her home in july 1996

her patronus is a lioness because that pride Aesthetic is v much so the bones fam in my brain and lions are incredibly loyal

her boggart is edgar’s dead body

uhhhh, she has several tattoos (what! a! badass! am i right)

she has a silver spear and a silver arrow tattooed on either forearm

has cross bones tattooed on the back of her neck, almost ironic because of her last name

identifies strongly with athena so has athena, clad in armour, tattooed on her left foot, a spear and shield in hand with a helmet

her wand is aspen, phoenix feather core, 9 1/4 inches, brittle

Wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.

This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike.Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiance is usually hard won.

recently cut her hair to her chin? it’s grown out now to her shoulders but yeah she felt she needed a change

historically, has not had the greatest relationship track record??? she was never comfortable being intimate with any of her boyfriends and thought something was really wrong with her before she realized that it wasn’t because she didn’t like intimacy, it was that she didn’t /like/ guys, period

she’s gay. an icon. with a beaters bat. so don’t try Anything

this is like the worst introduction lmao

#epoch.intro

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moonlight-mindfulness · 6 years ago

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9 / 16 / 17 / 25 / 27 / 63 / 76 / 93 for the ask meme! ✨

9. Tattoos I want: A rose, orchid and another flower on my left arm, a Casper quote on the inside of my right forearm, a heart behind my right ear,... (just to name the big ones)16. Favorite movie: Step Up 2 the streets, Kiki´s delivery service, Totoro, Iron Man 3, Avengers 1, a shit ton of Marvel, Star Wars 1-6,...17. A fact about my life: It´s not as good as I portrait but also not as bad as it comes off when I talk about it in a deep convo...and I would love to make music and act in movies...and I have a big obsession with people that are popular and inspiring.25. Someone you miss: You, all my good internet friends, literally everyone I have the slightest crush on lol27. First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Shawn Mendes, Tom Holland, Chris Evans, Zendaya, Ariana Grande,...63. Have you ever touched a snake?: Yes! I was very young & I was allowed to pet a snake in a pet store and it was a very cute snake :376. Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?: Umm...nothing big but probably a ton of little things like convo topics and little areas of my life being different.93. Have you ever broken a bone?: No broken bones. I hope it stays that way.

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sourwolfstories · 7 years ago

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2017 Sterek Christmas Fic Rec List

Last Christmas by thatdamneddame

Last year, Stiles spent Christmas Eve with Derek and his family at their family lodge in the mountains. This year he’s back with what he knows: drinking eggnog with his dad. It would be going a lot better for him if Derek stopped trying to apologize.

All The Way Home (I’ll Be Warm) by GotTheSilver

A Christmas AU involving New York, snow, baked treats, and hot chocolate.

Stiles is standing there, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, and Derek doesn’t want to see him disappear into the apartment opposite without a promise to see him again. “Do you—would you like something to drink? Coffee?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Rubbing his hands together, Stiles nods and looks over his shoulder. “Can you give me a minute to get changed? I’ve got snow melting in places that I don’t want it to be melting.”

Derek laughs at the look on Stiles’ face and nods. “Knock when you’re done.”

If Derek watches Stiles until the door closes, that’s no one’s business but his own.

A Hale for the Holidays by rlnerdgirl

“I sent you a Christmas card that got sent back to me. Did you get a new apartment?” his dad wonders. The question is all suspicion and little anything else.

A flicker of an idea sparks. It’s not nearly formed well enough for him to say, “Yeah, actually,” and when he follows that with, “I moved in with someone,” he wants to punch himself in the face. He’s living with someone?!

“You’re living with someone?” It’s the same voice and tone as the one in Stiles’ head, just thirty years older.

Two things keep Stiles from bashing his face onto the table: there’s a steaming cup of coffee in the way and, more importantly, his dad will definitely hear. Someone passes by in front of him and a semi-familiar book cover catches his eye. “Derek Hale,” he muses, and stops. No. That wasn’t meant to be out loud.

Layover by dr_girlfriend

Big, serious brown eyes were staring right into his from only a few inches away. The child had clambered half over the arm of Derek’s chair to study him at close range, her little rosebud mouth pursed in concentration.

“Uh.” Derek couldn’t look away as the girl reached out one pudgy hand and patted him gently on the cheek. Her scent was soft and sweet and somehow a bit familiar, just enough to keep Derek from shying away. Derek didn’t know too much about kids but he guessed this one was probably three years old or so, head still oversized in proportion to the short limbs and round little belly.

She seemed fascinated with Derek’s beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derek’s cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. “Good wuff.”

Derek jerked upright, hands clenching on the edge of his seat. Did she just say?...

“CJ!” The child was suddenly gone, lifted up by a strong, tattooed forearm around her little potbelly. “You scared the he— heck out of me! What have I told you about wandering — Derek?”

Mistletoe Never Lies by CarolineLahey

Derek Hale loves his family, he really does. He just wishes they weren't so determined to set him up. When he finally blurts out that he has a boyfriend, and quickly gives his mother the name of the barista at his local coffee shop as his "boyfriend", he figures that buys him a little peace. He probably should have been paying attention to the part of the conversation where he agreed to bring Stiles home for Christmas to meet the family.

i wish i had a river by thepsychicclam

Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.

aka A Sterek Christmas Carol

Fade and Then Return by paintedrecs

Holy shit, Stiles texted Scott, fumbling to get the words out before he had to actually interact with the driver. The battery guy is literally the most attractive person I’ve ever seen. Or imagined. It’s possible I’m dreaming.

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When Stiles reluctantly called for emergency roadside assistance to help with his beloved Jeep's dead battery, the last thing he expected was to form a connection with the Hot Battery Dude, who showed up in fluorescent yellow pants with heartbreaking news for his wallet and a surprising connection to his past.

It was only logical, then, for Stiles to invite him home for Christmas...right?

One Star Awake by zjofierose

When Stiles gets stranded in the snow one dark and snowy night, he's in real danger. Fortunately, he gets rescued by a man on a horse.

Gingerbread by slythatheart

Stiles is offered a Christmas wish, and there's only one thing he can think of to wish for.

The Christmas Raffle by mikkimouse

Every year, the royal Hale family raffles off a Christmas dinner with Prince Derek to raise money for charity. But this year, the winner is the second chance Derek didn't know he was looking for.

Christmas Is(n’t) A Competition by AsagiStilinski

Stiles was not having a good month, first his best freind ropes him into being an elf at the mall, then he gets into a Christmas decorating war with his neighbor, and THEN he finds out that the gorgeous mall Santa he works with is his aforementioned neighbor who he's been unintentionally spilling decorating secrets to! (And we haven't even gotten to the broken arm yet)

Fourteen Days by rieraclaelin

Derek starts receiving gifts in front of his door two weeks before Christmas. First they are amusing, then they are... more.

An Unexpected Familiar by BabyWeWillRise

Homework over break sucks, right? Harris is at it again with making Stiles' life horrible by giving him an essay over Christmas break and Stiles could not be anymore displeased.

Except...this stupid assignment leads him to something he didn't think he was missing.

Or...

After his mother died when he was eight, Stiles (and his father) ran away from reality without looking back.

Now, ten years later, when the eighteen year old runs into a familiar face, he's thrown back into a life he had completely forgotten about and is welcomed with open and loving arms.

To say he's freaking out would be an understatement.

for science (this has nothing to do with science) by ericaismeg

"I bought my friend a neon pink dildo as a gag gift but I accidentally got the presents mixed up and gave it to you instead and now I have to awkwardly explain what happened” AU

#sterek #sterek fic rec #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction #christmas #fic rec list

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mrplantman · 7 years ago

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“if I smile with my teeth, i think I’d believe me/oh please don't ask me how I've been/don't make me play pretend” - f a k e h a p p y (paramore)

01 / BASICS

Full Name: Arlo Jean Booth

Nicknames: Arlie/Lo

Birthday: September 17th

Gender: Cisgender Male

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Astrological Sign: Virgo

Spoken Languages: English

Birthplace: Bridgeport, Connecticut

Relationship Status: Dating @striker-brayden

02 / PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Deep brown; usually cropped short on sides, longer on top; currently it’s grown out to about shoulder length & he wears it in small buns/low ponytails

Eye Color: Hazel

Face Claim: Samuel Larsen

Height: 6′0″

Tattoos: The phrase “i want to believe” + a scene of a UFO on the inside of his right forearm, a black and white pin up girl displaying his star sign/constellation, Virgo, on the inside of his right bicep, designed by his boyfriend Brayden, a bright cactus with flowers on the back of his left calf, a human and a skeleton hand performing a handshake on his left pec + the words “death is certain, life is not,” a small and simple crown on the inside of his left knee with the name “Max” directly below it, the quote “beautiful, little fool” from The Great Gatsby on the back of his upper thigh, following the curve of his right ass cheek, a black and white lunar moth + geometric design + flowers in between his shoulder blades that he plans to expand into an upper back piece (with more flowers and foliage) at a later date. Those are all for now.

Piercings: Several on both ears; both ears gauged to a small degree; left eyebrow pierced; nose pierced

Unique Attributes: Cute smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose

03 / PERSONALITY TRAITS/TYPES

Positive Traits: Calm, Capable, Levelheaded, Reliable, Goodnatured, Personable

Negative Traits: Stubborn, Sensitive, Insecure, Moody

Hobbies/Interests: Art & tattooing; film; music (especially vinyl); photography; playing guitar

Major/Minor: He is pursuing a major in Botany/Plant Science with a minor in Agriscience

Insecurities: His past as the son of a convict/foster child; being left behind; the fact that, outside of the Foxes, he doesn’t have a home or any kind of family

Quirks/Eccentricities: Has a very intense, slightly odd obsession with Bruce Springsteen; superstitious; meditates regularly; hates holidays like Black Friday that support aggressive consumerism; always wants to adopt weird, implausible pets (and normal ones!)

MBTI Type: INFP-A

Enneagram Type: The Helper

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Temperament: Phlegmatic

04 / FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Father, recently deceased; Mother - whereabouts unknown

Other Family: Foster family -> The Masseys (most importantly = Theo, foster brother who he shares a strained, destructive relationship with)

How do they feel about their family?: Arlo loved his dad, despite the mistakes he made; the only Massey family member he cares for at all is Theo’s mother, Charla, whom he feels sympathy for

How does their family feel about them?: Arlo’s father loved and cared for him and hoped for a chance at redeeming himself as a father and caregiver, but ultimately never got one; Theo and his family rarely speak about Arlo since he moved out, but when they do, it’s always with polite indifference

Pets: None yet (due to living situation), but he does want one (or two, or ten, preferably weird ones)

Where do they live?: Stays in the dorms @ Fox Tower during the semester and with Abby on breaks/holidays

05 / THIS OR THAT

Introvert or extrovert? Introvert

Optimist or pessimist? Optimistic Realist

Leader or Follower? Follower (Mostly)

Confident or Self-Concious? Outwardly Varies, Inwardly Self-Concious

Cautious or Careless? Cautious

Passionate or Apathetic? Passionate

Book Smarts or Street Smarts? Street Smarts

Compliments or Insults? Compliments

06 / FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Green

Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: Casual meets grunge; lots of ripped jeans, hoodies, leather jackets, band tees, and combat boots/Converse/Vans

Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: Too many too count; as mentioned, he loves Springsteen as well as most other classic rock/punk, but he also enjoys rap, hiphop, and singer/songwriter stuff and even loves Top 40 pop music unironically

Favorite Movies: Hot Fuzz, any kind of spaghetti Western, Star Trek, Star Wars, E.T., any 80′s sci-fi

Favorite TV Shows: anything on HGTV, Stranger Things, Game of Thrones,weird TV documentaries, Ancient Aliens, pretty much any reality TV

Favorite Books: Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. The Lord of the Rings series by JRR Tolkien, Saga by Brian K. Vaughn, anything by Edgar Allen Poe

Favorite Foods/Drinks: Pizza, Cereal, Toast, Doritos, Flavored water and teas

Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: Exy (duh), The Foxes (duh); also enjoys hockey and basketball, and loves watching the Olympics (swimming, diving, and ice skating)

Favorite Time of Day: Early Evening

Favorite Weather/Season: Cloudy, overcast, rainy; Autumn

Favorite Animal: Literally all of them (but his most favorite are ducks)

#extra #about #BE PROUD OF HIS TATTOOS YALL IT TOOK ME A LIFETIME OK

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higherfurther-romanova · 4 years ago

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1 to 7 and 20 to 30 :3 hope thats plenty

Thank you for sending these in! 😂🖤❤

1. What is your favourite colour?

Already answered (Red, preferably darker shades)

2. What's your sexuality?

Moronsexual, attracted to absolute fucking idiots...😂 No, I'm lesbian. :)

3. Favourite book?

Oh shit... that's so difficult 😂 uhm the Game of Thrones and Harry Potter books will always hold special places in my heart so I'll go with that. (I have too many books and have read them all 😈)

4. Favourite movie?

Another hard one.. but I'm gonna have to say Jojo Rabbit at the moment.

5- Favourite video game?

Difficult question again, but Star Wars Battlefront and Minecraft.

7- How are you doing today?

I'm very tired and wanting to be done with these meetings. Thank you for asking :)

20- What's your favourite animal?

I love animals so much... oh geez, I'd have to say a raven or a wolf. I mean.. I like otters too? 😂

21- What's your favourite mythical creature?

Either a sea serpent or werewolf. I love Griffins too though...

22- What's your favourite hobby?

Oooo.. I like cosplaying, writing, and I like martial arts.

23- What's your favourite element?

Fire. I've always loved fire.

24. What's your favourite music genre?

My playlists are literally all over the place, honestly I love them all besides country... my favourite though would probably be alternative or grunge. I have a thing for classical music too tbh...

25- Do you play any instruments?

Already answered (guitar, ukulele, and piano)

26- What's the last song you heard?

Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

27- Do you have any tattoos?

Yes, I have an arrow on my forearm with a rose laced around it. I'm really wanting like a floral design on my back but your bitch be broke...

28- Who's your favourite hero?

Uhm.. 🙈 Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, and Wanda Maximoff... if you're wanting a different answer that is not them, then Tony STANk or Jean Grey.

29- What's the most important thing in your life?

Probably my dog... and my friends I suppose. 😂 I'm more of a closed off person if I'm being honest.

30- Do you like dragons?

Uhmmm hell yes?! Who doesn't? They're awesome.

#asks #ask reply #answered asks

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kootenaygoon · 5 years ago

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So,

I was watching music videos again.

Dragon smoke unfurled before me, my living room throbbing with purple Targaryen magic, while Tove Lo sang from my glowing laptop. I gotta stay high all the time to keep you off my mind. I was shirtless in my Shambhala tights, allowing YouTube to send my mind careening through what some algorithm had decided should be my mental breakdown playlist. Repeatedly it returned to a haunting electronica track from Disclosure: You help me lose my mind, and you believe something I can't define. Help me lose my mind. Mika was at class at Selkirk College while I raved, trampling her rabbit’s shit pebbles into the carpet with my slippers.

All around me were canvases, procured with my final cheque from the Star, at various states of completion. I’d finished a couple more flamboyant self-portraits, but now I’d moved on to psychedelic dinosaurs, shape-shifting jelly-fish, and paintings of both Mika and my barber Jesse Lockhart. Right now I was working on my first nude, a beach scene set on the fictional island of Quatsino, with my UBC manuscript’s protagonist knee-deep in the surf. Paisley’s dreadlocks hung blonde around her shoulders, and on her forearm I had painstakingly recreated the rose tattoo her real-life counterpart got back when we lived together in Victoria. I could’ve easily been painting Kessa. A joint hanging from my lips, I felt tears slide down my cheeks like fat slugs, my mind flashing back and forth between fiction and non-fiction. Sometimes it seemed like there was no difference — these were all just characters in my mind, and real or not they spoke to me.

Stacked on the kitchen counter was three or four copies of my last issue of the Star, the one featuring the #MeToo story with Mharianne and Laela. I’d asked Ed about the story while collecting my things from the office, and he’d hinted that it may be on the chopping block due to my departure. I insisted it was done, everybody was interviewed and signed off, it was all ready to go — “you would literally be silencing sexual assault survivors,” I made sure to say. Then I called the president of Selkirk College, begging him to talk sense into Aaron Layton and letting him know I was planning to publish it online myself. They couldn’t kill it, not now. They could take my job away, but they couldn’t take that story. They ultimately ran it without my byline—a masterpiece without a proper signature.

Meanwhile, I had other things on my mind.

“You didn’t wear a condom?” Mika asked, when I told her about Natalya’s potential pregnancy. She was looking increasingly more concerned when she returned to the house to find me manic and monologuing.

“I hate condoms.”

“So what were you using for birth control? Wasn’t this chick married?”

I dragged my knuckles against my temple, my skin trembly and sweat-slicked. “I thought she was too old. She’s like 42 or something. And she’s already got kids, right? I thought she was on top of this shit.”

Mika rolled her eyes. “You have nobody to blame here but yourself. Seriously, you don’t get my sympathy.”

I had initially intervened in Mika’s life because she was in the midst of a break-up, and I empathized with the struggle of going through something so publicly embarrassing in such a small town. It wasn’t until we moved in together that I encountered her real personality — she was a hyper-nerd, into science and learning and the weekly Bingo night. She was one of the bud tenders at the local dispensary, which was a convenient way for me to meet the owners. Amidst my chaotic and prolific dating life, I was trying to keep her on a platonic level.

My Nelson sister, something like that.

“This is toxic masculinity, right here. I’m such a fucking asshole,” I said. “This is what Me Too is all about.”

“Not everything is about Me Too. You’re just obsessed with that lately.”

I shook my head. “Kessa’s dead, Mika. That’s a real thing. Fucking pedophile rings and rape everywhere. This is what the woman are raging about. They’re dancing.”

“Dancing?”

“Like those girls on roller skates, in the Chet Faker video. You know the one?”

By this point she knew me pretty well, and as her eyes narrowed I realized this was more than a normal high. I was operating from an extra elevated plane, like I’d lost sensory hold over my body. It was an intoxicating place to be, far from the shame and darkness of the banal. I’d tried one of the pills Natalya gave me, and it was making the room vibrate.

“You’re on something,” she said.

“Natalya gave me this shit to micro-dose. Like mushrooms and speed or something. I just had one like an hour ago.”

She sighed. “You need to be careful, Will. You’re acting strange.”

However I was acting, things finally made sense. I felt like I’d peeled back a layer of existence and discovered the writhing snake-belly of reality. Trump was grabbing everybody by the pussy, waging Twitter war with Kim Jong-Un, while here in Nelson there was some sort of conspiracy to ruin my fucking life. Was it really the Kessa situation that did it? How did they convince Ed to betray me? I thought of that cop who punched a woman, how he sat on the pay roll for years while they figured out his outcome. Was I worse than him? Did I deserve to have my life up-ended for going to a fucking funeral? What were they afraid of? I rattled through my theories on this as I drove Mika to school, and she mostly looked out the window. I wondered if she regretted moving in with me. I’d become that mentally ill freak people talk about, posting my shit all over social media. I just didn’t care anymore.

“So is she going to get an abortion?” Mika asked. “Did she say?”

I shook my head. “She hadn’t even taken a test yet. She said she was just feeling funny, and when she was leaning over she felt something weird.”

“Something weird like what?”

“She said it felt like a tear, like a muscle tear maybe? I don’t know, I was fucking panicking. I told her to call my sisters.”

“Your sisters?”

I didn’t feel like explaining this to Mika. She wasn’t tuned into the greater conversation that was going on, the one coming at me through social media. Men were failing to acknowledge their complicity in rape culture while women bled in public. Nobody was willing to admit they were wrong, because everyone was worried they lived in a glass house. Lately, though, I was wondering if I could break my own glass house. That way I could throw some stones.

“What do you mean throw stones?” she asked.

“These men need to be held accountable.”

“What men?”

“These rapists and abusers and pedophiles who took away my job.”

“I thought you got fired because of Kessa.”

I grunted in annoyance. “I wasn’t fired. I was let go without cause.”

Back in my bedroom, Lt. Aldo Raine marched before his carefully assembled killing team in Inglorious Basterds. I’d watched this clip multiple times, and had the words memorized. Brad Pitt sneered, his throat sporting a nasty scar. I sure as hell didn’t come down from the goddamn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight my way through half of Sicily and jump out of fucking aero plane to teach the Nazis lessons in humanity. Nazis ain’t got no humanity. They’re the foot soldiers of a Jew-hating, mass-murdering maniac and they need to be destroyed.

That’s what was happening here in Nelson, but with rapists instead of Germans. Andrew Stevenson was sitting on the edge of my bed, wiping down the barrel of his shotgun, as I lit up another joint. Now I was watching that scene from The Sopranos, the one where Tony wants to kill the local soccer coach for molesting one of the teenage players. This shit was real life, right here. Like my Trent situation. I thought of the local soccer team, and all the abusive shit-heads that were coaching there. I wondered if one of them had crossed the line, if I’d have to add him to my kill list.

I want my scalps.

Somewhere around that time, I realized I was expected soon at Tony’s Taphouse for my Friday night shift. That was how I was battling rape culture now, working the front lines on the bar scene. My favourite moment of each night was when frightened women approached me at the end of the shift to ask me to stand guard until some creep moved on. I took this role very seriously. This week I’d purchased a new accessory to my vested get-up: a bright red bow tie. I checked myself out in the bathroom mirror, trimmed my moustache, and thought of how Tony stumbled home drunk after choosing to spare that soccer coach of his mobster justice.

“I didn’t hurt nobody,” he said to Carmela. “I didn’t hurt nobody.”

As I grabbed my things and headed out the door, I noticed the Ziploc of pills. There were four left now. The first one had gotten me into this productive headspace, so maybe another would help me tap-dance through this rest of this night. Why the fuck not, right? I’d been receiving upsetting emails, crazy messages, death threats. I couldn’t comprehend it all. Unzipping the bag, I cradled one pill in my palm then threw it back, washing it down with tap water. I was tired of feeling morally exhausted, defeated, exiled. I deserved a little pick-me-up. The clientele at Tony’s Taphouse would have no idea their doorman was rip-roaring high. I would be like Bodie from The Wire, standing on his corner while the hitmen descended.

This is my corner! I ain’t going nowhere!

Before leaving, I decided to re-listen to Eminem’s duet with Rihanna, “Love the Way You Lie.” I watched my favourite rapper rock rhythmically back and forth amidst hip-high grass, his voice filled with regret and grief. Here was the ultimate embodiment of rape culture right here, the meta-Chris Brown taking swings at Megan Fox while Rihanna curls her lip. Thing was, Meghan Fox looked exactly like Paisley. The real one. And as Slim Shady rapped in front of a burning trailer, I couldn’t help but think of Ryan Tapp. I can’t tell you how it is really is, I can only tell you what it feels like. And right now it’s a steel knife in my wind pipe.

Andrew Stevenson was waiting at the door, in a black balaclava, with the shotgun sticking out of his backpack. He cracked his knuckles together as I reached the top of the stairs.

“I need your help. You can never ask me about it later, and we’re going to hurt some people,” he said.

I blinked in surprise. “You’re quoting from The Town. That Ben Affleck bank robbery movie. Right? That scene with Jeremy Renner?”

He opened the front door.

“We’re going to hold court in the streets.”

The Kootenay Goon

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1dffsummerexchange · 8 years ago

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It’s All in the Timing

Written For: @firaemsen

Written By: @earthshake

Pairing: Harry/OFC

Word Count: 5,000

Warnings: Language

Summary:

Harry and Nora were strangers, and sometimes Harry thinks it would have been better for everyone involved if they would have stayed that way.

A story about when two people are right, but the timing is wrong.

Micah is running late.

It isn’t that big of a deal, or at least it wouldn’t have been if Nora weren’t already running twenty minutes early. She bought herself a glass of wine to pass the time, but after forty-five minutes of sitting alone she’s finished two glasses and half an appetizer. She’s texted Micah twice, but he hasn’t replied.

The restaurant they’ve agreed to meet at was recently opened, one of those typical Los Angeles up-and-coming places with expensive dishes, organic produce, and twinkling lights. It had been practically impossible to get a reservation; Nora had put their names in three weeks ago, and this was the earliest slot they had open. She can’t believe Micah would bail on her tonight.

She is about to call him when somebody else slides into the booth across from her. He wears a confident smile, extending one of his long arms across the take to shake her hand.

“I’m Harry,” he says.

“Hi.” She blinks at him. “I’m Nora.”

“I like your headband. I noticed you instantly.” He nods at the green and gold scarf tied across her forehead. Nora sets her phone down on the table, feeling a little more comfortable in front of cute guy under the impression that he’s probably gay.

“Your date finally showed up,” the waitress says, pulling out her notebook and turning to Harry. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’ll have a glass of whatever she’s drinking, that you,” he says before she can find a way to explain that he’s not her date, they aren’t sitting together. Nora picks up her phone again, noting that Micah is now over a half hour late. From previous experience she can assume he’s not coming, and so she decides not to tell Harry that she’s meeting someone.

“So what brings you here tonight?” She asks.

Harry grins boastfully. “My sister is dating the owner. She pulled a couple strings.”

“Impressive. I was on the waiting list for what felt like forever. Do you want some Avocado Bruschetta?” Nora pushes the plate towards the center of the table, and Harry gratefully takes up her offer. Nora notices a few tattoos on his fingers and up his forearms. He’s wearing long sleeves with the cuffs unbuttoned, draping over his wrists. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone as well, revealing even more ink and reinforcing the notion that he is definitely, totally gay.

“So tell me about yourself. What do you like to do?” Harry asks after he’s finished chewing.

“I’m an aspiring actress in LA, the ultimate cliché,” Nora admits.

“Me too,” Harry says with a laugh. “But so far all I’ve been in is hair product commercials.”

“You do have lovely hair,” Nora compliments. He has dark curls that roll over his ears and down to his chin. He pushes them back with one hand, purposefully showing off.

“Thank you, it is quite literally my claim to fame.”

Nora laughs. “What’s your dream role?”

“War movie. Easy. I want to be the next Matt Damon.”

“Saving Private Ryan?”

Harry nods.

“I have to be honest, you don’t really look like you’ve been to war,” Nora says.

“That’s why they call it acting, Natalie.”

“Um, it’s Nora, actually.”

“Shit, sorry! ” Harry looks embarrassed, but Nora isn’t offended. She doesn’t actually remember giving him her name in the first place. “Okay Nora, what is your dream role?”

Nora has to think about her answer for a few moments. She’s been auditioning aimlessly for about a year now, trying to ignore Micah’s reminders about how unlikely it was she’d ever be successful, how she’d be better off going back to school. It came from a place of love and concern for her, it was always made Nora feel like a special kind of failure. At this point Nora would take any role she was given, at almost any cost.

“I guess I don’t really have a dream role as much as I do a couple directors I’d really like to work with. Ron Howard is at the top of the list. Frost/Nixon is my favorite movie.”

“Of all the movies to choose from, that one is your favorite?” Harry asks.

Nora shrugs. “I’m also a history buff.”

Harry and Nora enjoy an expensive, but exquisite dinner together, discussing their favorite movies and sharing audition horror stories. The food is delicious, living up to every review Nora had read. The company is even better, so much so that Nora doesn’t even bother to check her phone for Micah’s probably work-related excuse.

“I’m so full,” Harry complains when they finish, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his stomach. “How would you feel about taking a nice walk around the block to help the digestive process?”

Nora agrees, and it’s during this walk that Harry tries to kiss her.

“What are you doing? I thought you were gay!” Nora blurts.

“Excuse me?” Harry scowls. “If I were gay, why would I go on a blind date with a girl?”

“Huh? This isn’t—I’m not---“ Nora sighs. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I have a boyfriend.”

“Then why did Niall set me up with you?”

“Who is Niall?”

Harry steps back, face red with realization. He runs another hand through his curls, this time pushing them forehead to cover more of his face. He eyes a homeless person across the street warily before saying, “Niall is my roommate. He set me up with one of his co-workers. I told her to meet me at La Verne’s wearing something green and gold.”

“The Packers are my favorite football team,” Nora says lamely.

Harry scoffs. “Mine too. Figures. I finally meet a girl I like and she’s taken.”

Nora’s cheeks turn a soft pink.

“Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Harry says with a sigh. “And don’t worry, there are other fish in the sea.”

“I did think it was weird when you, a total stranger, just sat right across from me. I should have said something. You’ve probably ruined some poor girl’s night now by standing her up.” Nora has been there enough time to not wish the same fate on even her worst enemy.

“What about you? Were you just out to dinner by yourself?” Harry asks.

Nora hesitates. “I was waiting for someone, but…he didn’t show up.”

“Your boyfriend?”

Nora’s silence answers his question.

Despite her relationship status, Harry has trouble not thinking about Nora for the next few weeks. He grows more and more annoyed as the days go by, wondering how it’s possible that a girl who seemed so confident would put up with getting stood up by a guy. If Nora had been single, and agreed to go out with him again, he would’ve never pulled a stunt like that.

It turned out that Niall had forgotten to pass along the message to meet Harry to his co-worker, which at least meant she didn’t think he was an asshole. They make plans to meet up next Friday, this time after exchanging numbers to ensure no more mishaps were had. Before the date Harry does his best to push Nora out of his mind.

Niall’s co-worker is named Natalie, which Harry makes an effort to cement in his brain. He lets her pick the restaurant, having previously used his one impressive first date idea. Instead of dinner she suggests they go ice-skating, which Harry agrees to even when Niall warns him he’s going to make himself look like a fool. Harry hasn’t skated since grade school, and even then he wasn’t very good.

Natalie turns out to be an extremely talented skater; she laps Harry twice before slowing down to his speed. She takes the time to correct his form, holding his hand to keep him from falling as they start going faster. He makes it around at least a dozen times before getting too ambitious, spraining his ankle after attempting a jump.

“I’m so sorry, this is the worst first date ever,” Harry gushes in the emergency room, thinking he should have listened to Niall until Natalie laughs and kisses him hard on the mouth.

They go on one more date to Catalina Island before Harry asks her to be his girlfriend. They’ve been together four months when Harry lands his first lead role. It’s a romantic comedy, which is exactly the opposite direction he wanted to go in as an actor, but he’ll take what he can get. If Ryan Gosling can star in romantic comedies and action films, so can he.

Harry is cast before the female lead, and so he spends much of his next few weeks reading lines with potentials, testing their chemistry. Harry is excited it’s all he can talk about, and he thought Natalie was excited too until she tries to pick a fight with him in the middle of his living room, during the Super bowl.

“You didn’t tell me there was a sex scene,” she snaps after walking back from the bathroom and into a conversation about it. Harry had neglected to mention this piece of information on purpose, just until he could find the right way to say it, but then Niall had brought it up after enjoying a particularly raunchy commercial.

“It’s just one. It’s not a big deal,” Harry says.

“It is to me! How could you accept a role like that without discussing it with me first?” Natalie stands in front of the television, blocking the two of them from seeing what is undoubtedly an unbelievable touchdown.

“Get out of the way, Nat. Go fight somewhere else,” Niall says.

“How naked do you have to be in front of her?” Natalie demands.

Harry prefers to plead the fifth.

They’re up until three in the morning arguing, and the next day at work Harry is exhausted. He has another chemistry test first thing, and before it begins he locks himself in the bathroom for ten minutes, trying to get himself into character. He can’t seem to get the dead expression out of his eyes, and he keeps fumbling over his lines like there’s taffy stuck to the top of his mouth.

Harry picks up coffee from the cart on the way to set, burns his tongue on the first sip, and receives a scolding from the director about being late. He keeps his eyes glued to the floor or his script as he sits in his designated chair, waiting for the cue to begin.

“Wow, Stephen, I-“ The girl opposite him clears her throat and Harry looks up into Nora’s sea foam green eyes. “For a second there even I believed you were in love with me.”

Harry swallows, his head swimming with last night’s accusations. He waits a beat longer than he’s supposed to recite his next lines, his voice cracking over the words, “Me too.”

Nora glances at the front of the room, bites her lip, and then turns back to him. “Harmony looks really jealous,” she says.

“I don’t care,” Harry says. “I’m not pretending anymore.”

“But Stephen, that’s not fair! I’ve done everything you’ve asked me to, and now that you finally have what you want you can’t hold up your end of the deal?”

Harry gets off his chair, which is something he hasn’t done before during this scene, and walks over to Nora’s chair. He touches her lips with his thumb, and then brushes a strand of sandy hair over her ear.

“I can’t pretend to be with you anymore, Lyla, because it isn’t pretending for me anymore. It’s real, more real than anything I ever had with Harmony.” He leans down to kiss her lips that taste a mixture of vanilla and mint, his eyes falling shut until he hears the words Cut.

He pulls away, blinking.

“We’ll be in touch,” the one of the casting directors says to Nora.

“Bye Harry,” she says to him quiet enough so that he’s the only one to hear.

Her stomach is a field of butterflies as she sits in her car, trying to replay every second of the audition. It was her second one; her agent told her they were between her and a handful of other girls, and that she shouldn’t get her hopes up, but she couldn’t help herself. She’d been so shocked to see Harry wander in from the hall, but the shock had given way to joy. It was fate that they’d met that first night at La Verne, and it could only be fate that now they’d show up at the same audition. She hoped that even though she’d turned him down, he would at least speak highly of her with the casting agents. She’d told him how important her career was to her. He understood how big of a break this movie could be for her. For both of them.

Harry doesn’t let her down. She gets the call two days later that she’s gotten the part. She had more chemistry with Harry than any of the other girls they’d tested. Nora has a dance party in the living room with Michelle, her best friend. She wishes she had Harry’s number so she could text him thank you.

“I had nothing to do with it. They didn’t even ask for my opinion,” Harry confesses when she thanks him in person, after they’re first read-through of the full script. They’d both lingered in the conference room until everyone else had left, nervously approaching each other as if for the first time.

“Well, it’s really good to see you again,” Nora says, her skin warm.

“Do you want to go do something?” Harry asks despite himself.

Nora’s butterflies return.

Their first stop is the movie theatre, an activity they’d both discussed doing together back when Harry thought Nora was single and she thought he was gay. They share a large popcorn in the back of the theatre, gushing over particularly well-done scenes and impressive cinematography. It’s the first time Nora’s spent with a guy that wasn’t related to her since she and Micah broke up three weeks ago.

“He said he needed to focus on himself. He’s in med school, so he was always stressing about tests and his internship. He had to pick up an extra shift that night we met, that’s why he wasn’t there. I can’t really blame him for going after his dreams, can I?”

Nora shares this over ice cream on the beach. They’re walking barefoot in the sand, slowing inching towards the waves while the sun sets over the horizon. The sky is free of clouds, a true California sunset full of pinks, oranges, and reds. Filming hasn’t even started, and Nora already feels like she’s in a romance movie.

“How long had you been together?” Harry asks.

“Five and a half months,” Nora answers.

Harry kind of hates himself for thinking it, but no, she can’t blame him for going after his dreams. Harry is in the same situation with his own girlfriend, after all. She’s barely kissed him since she found out about the sex scene, and instead they spend all their time talking.

The weird thing is, Harry used to love spending all day talking to Natalie. He liked listening to her share stupid stories of stuff that happened at work (especially when it involved Niall). He liked that they could talk sports for hours, and that she made him laugh even when the serious stuff would come up.

Now they just bicker, and she nags, and Harry feels guilty every time he comes home from work, especially those times when he kisses Nora and likes it a little too much. He starts thinking maybe Nora’s ex did the right thing by breaking up with her, being honest instead of stringing her along. He doesn’t want to be too hasty, though, so first he asks Niall’s opinion.

“Aw, fuck man. You’re gonna make it awkward in the office again,” he says.

“Fucking hell, why’d you set me up with her then?” Harry asks.

“I thought you guys could at least last long enough for me to get promoted. Then I wouldn’t have to see her everyday. I hope she doesn’t cry at work.”

“Okay, but does that mean you think I should break up with her?”

“To be clear, you want to dump her for this Nora chick, right?”

Harry hesitates. “When you put it like that…”

“Dude, either Nora is the one or you’re getting caught up in the whole romance movie bullshit, in which case Natalie has a pretty good reason to be pissed at you all the time. I’d say either way you and Natalie are fucked.”

Harry goes to bed thinking it’s decided, and when he wakes up he sticks to his decision, texting Natalie to meet him for coffee after work. He arrives before she does at their favorite local place with the outdoor seating and mugs with quirky phrases on then. He orders her favorite, a vanilla latte, and sits in the same spot they always sit at, waiting.

Natalie shows up apologetically late, after her coffee has turned luke-warm. She kisses him before sitting down, looking flustered and stressed from her own workday (she’s the manager of an Urban Outfitters), and says, “God, this week has been terrible, I don’t know what it is about people…Anyway, I’ve missed you.”

And Harry can’t do it. He doesn’t know what he was thinking trying to break up with the best girl he’s ever had, for a girl he barely knows? He’s been with Natalie for almost half a year now, and this is the first they’ve fought. And it sort of made him freak out.

So Harry apologizes for not being honest about the sex scene, and Natalie for making it a big deal. He says he understands why she was upset (Niall had a point), and she says she understands why he can’t turn down the job. She says she’s really, really happy, and proud of him, and by the time he’s finishing reliving every detail of filming their coffees are cold.

“It sounds amazing, baby. When can I come visit?” Natalie asks, the wind blowing through her sun-kissed hair.

“Um. Yeah, maybe sometime after work next week. I’m sure everyone would love to meet you,” Harry says, but feels weird about doing so.

It’s just as weird when Natalie actually does show up, and he has to introduce her to Nora, who is hoping he doesn’t notice the expression on her face finding out Harry even has a girlfriend.

“I feel so pissed at myself. Harry and I, we really clicked, but I was so hung up over Micah and he treated me like shit…Harry is cute and nice and funny. Of course he has a girlfriend. Of course she’s also cute and nice and funny. I feel like an idiot,” Nora tells Michelle that night over Chinese take-out.

Michelle tugs at the ends of her dark hair, weaved together in a braid that falls at her shoulder. “The timing was off,” she says.

Nora nods. She resolves to forget there was anything more between them than friendship. It’s the truth, which she thinks should make it easier, but it doesn’t when they’re supposed to be pretending they’re in love all the time. Nora is starting to lose track of where she and Harry end and Lyla and Stephen begin.

After filming Harry still asks her on little dates, just the two of them, where they sit so close on a park bench that she can feel the heat off his body and he still smiles at her the same way he did the first night they met. He tells her all about his family-a mom who taught him everything he knows, two dads who don’t get along, and a sister he wishes he saw more. She tells him how being an only child always made her lonely, which is part of the reason she thinks she let her friends (and boyfriends) treat her badly.

“In high school I was asked to prom by a guy my best friend liked, and so she made hate accounts about me on Instragram and Twitter. She said all this stuff about me that wasn’t true, and got the rest of our friends to comment and say stuff too. I was so…” Nora shakes her head, averting her eyes. “And then when she took it I was so relieved to be her friend again. We just pretended it never happened and hated on the guy instead.”

“People are fucking assholes,” Harry says with a scowl.

They make a habit of never going to the same place twice, maybe to give off the impression that this is still a one-off, just two co-workers getting to know each other. Nora doesn’t mind at all, though. She’s from Colorado, born and raised in a town she knew like the back of her hand. Even after almost two years of living in LA she still feels like she’s exploring new territory, like the city is a giant playground.

The weather is warm, the beach is never more than a half an hour away, and Nora’s gained five pounds from all the specialty food, but it’s one of the best summers she can remember. She’s finally getting paid to do the thing she loves, and when she’s not doing that she exploring a city she loves, or spending time with people she loves—Harry included, maybe.

The last day of filming feels bittersweet, a mixture of accomplishment and disbelief. Nora walks outside into the sunlight, trying to wrap her head around maybe not ever going back in. She’s terrified of the movie flopping, of the bad reviews she’ll have to read if the critics think she’s a bad actress, or even worse if no critics have any opinions at all. What if no one sees it?

Harry doesn’t seem to care about any of this, of course. He’s excited about the cast party later that night, and for all the people he hopes to be interviewed by. Nora can’t bear to burden him with the anxiety.

They both have some time off before promo begins, which Nora uses to visit her mom. It too is a bittersweet experience, the joy of seeing each other clouded by the tension of her mother never wanting Nora to move away in the first place, and the guilt she feels for doing it anyway.

When Nora gets back to LA she and Harry have a meeting with Allie from marketing. We’re in one of the conference rooms without windows, seated at a round table with a phone in the middle. She goes over our schedules for the next couple of weeks, pointing out events of significance, of which there are few. The schedule is light, even for an indie romance with two completely fresh faces.

“I wanted to throw an idea out there,” Allie says in a voice that is misleadingly casual. “The promotional team thinks it would really benefit the film if the people could see you together in real life as much as possible.”

“When you say together…?” Harry says.

“Just let a photographer catch you holding hands every once in a while. If somebody asks you about it you don’t even have to say anything. It’s good to give the people a little mystery. We’ll go from there.”

The first thing Harry thinks is that Natalie is going to kill him.

Still, he doesn’t totally hate the idea.

He looks at Nora, a wary smile on his face. She hesitates before offering him a tiny nod. They agree to a date a few days after their first interview, during which they will be photographed for the tabloids.

Nora feels like she’s now fully transformed into a stereotype, but she doesn’t hate the idea either. Nor the execution.

Harry doesn’t make the same mistake twice, so he tells Natalie about the arrangement the day before the first photos will be released. She isn’t as mad as he expected.

“I kind of figured this would happen,” she admits.

“Am I that much of a cliché?” He asks.

Natalie laughs and Harry’s heart skips a beat.

But even though Natalie is totally cool with him pretending to date somebody else, Harry still feels guilty about being with Nora. He has a love-hate relationship with holding her hand, and when he’s not thinking about that he’s thinking about how easy it would be to kiss her. It’s not sustainable.

He’s got to pull himself together. It isn’t fair to Natalie. Maybe not to Nora either.

Harry swings in limo until opening night, the accumulation of all their hard work finally coming together in one two hour experience. Nora wears a simple, slinky little thing that matches the color of her eyes, her hair pulled up in an up do looks to Harry like a maze. Their fingers are laced together while they walk the red carpet, smiling blindly at the cameras.

Nora’s stomach is in butterflies, the way it has been for weeks now it seems. She’s let the pretending go to her head a bit, which she tells herself is fine for now, at least through tonight. She’s acutely aware of Harry’s actual girlfriend coming in somewhere behind them, under the premise of Niall’s date.

They sit in the best seats in the house, and Nora loves seeing them on camera together. The chemistry they had at that first audition is magnified on the big screen, and Nora feels herself fall for Harry all over again when she gets to really see the way he looks at her. It’s not just the lights or the background music; you can’t fake or fabricate a look like that. Nora knows because he’s giving her that same look in real life when the movie is over.

There is a lot of schmoozing to be done after the film finishes, and Nora momentary forgets about Harry in the mist of exchanging compliments with the other guests. Aside from what she’s developed with him, she’s also riding the high of starring in her first film. She tries her best to dazzle the critics and interviewers, reciting all the lines her agent had told her to say.

It isn’t until the middle of the after-party that Nora finally gets the chance to ask Harry for a moment alone. She makes sure Natalie is nowhere in sight, finds him chatting up one of the musicians, and steals him out the back door, where a couple of kitchen staff are taking their breaks. Thankfully they don’t seem too interested in eavesdropping.

“I just needed a moment, you know. It’s a little overwhelming,” Nora says, wiping the under of her eyes from the eyeliner that’s certainly smudged there.

“Very surreal,” Harry agrees, all dimples.

“I’m sort of sad it’s over, though.”

“It’s not over yet. We still have to read reviews and get the box office numbers. And I think there are a few more interviews too.” Harry pulls out his phone to check.

Nora swallows the lump in her throat. “Yeah, but it won’t be the same. I won’t get to see you everyday like we used to.”

Harry looks up, a strange expression coming over his face.

“Harry, I have to ask...if I don’t I’m afraid I’m going to regret it later. Filming this movie with you has been one of the best things to ever happen to me, and it’s not just because of the movie. It’s because of you, and I just wanted to know if there was any possibility-I know you have a girlfriend, but-“ Nora sighs, her words getting all tangled.

Harry steps back, unreadable “Nora.” It sounds like an apology.

“Oh,” Nora breathes. “Okay.”

“Wait—“ Harry panics, grabbing her hand. “I wasn’t ready to have this conversation tonight.”

It’s the moment of the truth, the decision he’s been putting off ever since Nora walked into the audition room. And even when she lays it all on the table for him, deciding still feels impossible.

“Nora, I’m sorry. We’re friends. And it’s not that I haven’t felt...things for you. But it’s not the same as what I feel for Natalie, and I can’t do this to her. I’m sorry. I like you, I do, but…the timing is off.”

“Okay,” Nora says. She doesn’t think she has a right to be mad.

“Let’s go back inside?” Harry suggests, and so they do. And in the moment, Nora feels like it’s one of the worst things to ever happen to her. It makes her feel sick inside the rest of the night, so much that she and Michelle leave the party early without telling anyone goodbye.

Three months later she and Harry officially break up, and it is apparently very messy. (It isn’t actually anything, just a string of unconfirmed rumors). It’s for the best that Harry and Nora lose tough as well after that, and eventually Nora breaks her phone and really does lose his number.

She starts dating around again, but none of them really stick, and so when Nora does meet Harry again she’s been happily single for about a year. They run into each other in the grocery store of all places, which feels like an even more specular meeting place than La Verne. He’s cut his hair since she’s seen him last, and so she almost doesn’t recognize him at first.

Nora doesn’t ask if he’s still with Natalie. Instead they talk about their recent projects and the weather, almost as if strangers again. They exchange numbers for the second time, but Nora doesn’t hear from him for another three weeks. He asks her to meet him at the Santa Monica pier.

And then, finally, with salt in their hair and sand in their toes, the timing is right.

#1dff #1dff summer fic exchange 2017 #harry styles #1dffupdates

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8 + arcmaiden or sabédala (OR - IF YOU WANT - BOTH. BOTH IS GOOD.)

I’ll ABSOLUTELY write the sabédala one, too - but I’m saving it for the femslash week ;) this one is also on ao3 ! its Time to start spreading that Good Arcmaiden Content across platforms…!

8. Kisses that travel from the person’s face down to their neck (heightdifference)

Rabé stifled a huge yawnas she lugged her bags down the narrow apartment hallway. Though she’d beencareful to pack only the essentials, it still felt like she was struggling withdense lead. Like someone had amped up the gravity just to annoy her. Frombehind one door, she could hear a large family having an argument over dinner.Someone else was watching a holodrama, the dramatic music rising and falling intime with the action. Sabé had somehow managed to acquire the block of threerooms as a semi-permanent rest house for the trio of handmaidens. And Rabéappreciated how casually her sister had mentioned Coruscant would be anotherbase of operations now. “Closer to the action,” she had said, but the spark inher eyes told Rabé it was not the only reason for choosing Coruscant.

Gods but she was exhausted. A four-week mission in the Outer Rim had leftRabé and her sisters dirty, disheveled, and testing the limits of theirpatience – both with the mission and each other. There was nothing more shewanted to do than shower and then fall into bed. Fives wasn’t due back untiltomorrow, at the earliest (she’d memorized the rough outline of the 501st’sschedule weeks ago) and she was planning on spending every second fast asleep upuntil the moment he arrived. But the thrill at the mere thought of seeing him,of being able to hold and touch and kisshim again, made her second guess her plans.

They hadn’t even been able to talk that often for the past four weeks. Sabé had gotten the signalfrom her Underworld contact much sooner than they had been expecting, and Rabéhad just barely managed to send Fives a regretful apology before Eirtaé cut thecomms. She knew he had seen it, because as they flew into Coruscant not even anhour ago, her recently-revived datapad hummed with dozens of messages:

What, you think ‘goingundercover’ and ‘dealing with the Hutts’ and ‘other major crime organizationsinvolved in a massive drug war’ are good enough excuses to get me to stoptalking to you? You underestimate my powers of annoyance, Rabé – and unlike that one time when I underestimated yourskills in the sparring ring, this time it’s for real! I’ve been practicing, youcan ask Rex or Echo. Nah, girl, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. Being a badassundercover spy isn’t going to scare me away (in fact, it’s safe to assume that’sgonna have the opposite effect) ;)

She’d giggled out loud at that one, and the first fewmessages after it, too. Fives always made her laugh – he always said how goodit was to finally have someone other than Hardcase as an appreciative audience.But then, after the second week, the messages became simpler, more sincere –single lines that embraced Rabé’s heart, the closest thing she could get to hisarms wrapped around her again.

I understand. I miss you.

I love you.

Pleasestay safe.

He’d sent them all,dozens and dozens, at roughly the same time – 0700 and 2300. When he woke, andright when he went to bed. Every day. As much for his sake as it was for hers.Of course, there were multiple occasions where it was the opposite – when he wasunder ordered radio silence, she had technological freedom – and then the roleswould switch.

Please stay safe.

Their mantra to each other, to themselves, for themselves.Stay safe.

Rabé keyed the lock, shoved the door open withher hip and pushed her things in with a quiet grunt of frustration.

It was a testament to the level of her exhaustion that it took her a fewmoments to notice the lights were already on.

Sabé and Eirtaé had gone to meet with Padmé and give her their reports.They wouldn’t be back for hours. Rabé was alone.

She immediately cursed and dropped into a crouch, twistingher wrist so the slim vibroblade she kept strapped to her forearm slipped outof its catch. Images of angry Hutts, or spicelords, or any of the dozens ofslimy underworld figureheads they’d just made a mockery of raced through hermind. She tugged the rest of her luggage through the door and slowly closed itas she peered around the foyer. She couldn’t hear anything in the rooms beyond,not an impatient scuffle of feet, or a quickly hushed cough. Her breath stilledin her lungs as she slunk forward. Slowly, slowly, any remaining exhaustion inher blood driven out by pure adrenaline, Rabé gripped the handle of hervibroblade and pressed herself into the wall opposite the door. All she couldhear was the steady drone of Coruscant traffic, but she counted out three slowminutes – enough time that any intruder would shuffle in discomfort. They hadn’tcome to investigate the sound of the door, which was good. And bad. Maybe theintruder was waiting, just around the corner, counting down the seconds, justas trained, just as patient as she.

Fuck this, Rabéthought, her frown deepening in annoyance. Iwant to take a shower.

She sprang up, rounded the corner, blade at theready, and –

Fives was fast asleep on the couch. Flat on his back,snoring away like a Wookie, in his blacks and belt and leg armor, as casuallyas you please. Her heart jumped and leapt and her wrist flicked and thevibroblade slid back into its hiding place as she stared at him, half in lovingwonder and half in horrified realization she had almost just stabbed herboyfriend.

Fives? Rabéblinked, rubbed her eyes, made sure she was not hallucinating the ARC trooper onthe couch, before her face split into a massive grin. Joy lit a fire in her bellyand she could barely gasp out his name before dissolving into breathless,delighted laughter.

His eyelids cracked open and his grin was instant, deep warmlove in his umber eyes. “Hey, you, welcome back,” he murmured, his voice low andhoarse and absolutely the loveliest sound in all the universe. Fives opened hisarms, beckoning her to him with a single, unspoken word. She almost tackled himover the back of the couch.

“What are you – you weren’t supposed to get in until tomorrow-” She tripped over the words asshe took his hands in her own, their fingers intertwining as she straddled hislap, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. Her entire body molded overhis own, her knees melded to the outside of his thighs. Her words drifted offinto small noises of pleasure when his arms wrapped around her, when his handsstarted to draw circles over her dusty travel robes.

He smelled like sweat and blaster ammo, like sharp metal and stale air,like fierce, unabashed, brilliantly white-hot life – she thought, as his handstraveled over her back, cupping her closer to him, he smelled exactly like astar.

“Ah, are you that disappointed to see me?” He teased, hisbreath maddeningly warm on her head. He shifted slightly on the couch to lether settled into a more comfortable position, the slight twitch of his hipsending tiny sparks of electricity racing through her blood. “I wanted tosurprise you.”

She didn’t want to tell him just how well he had surprised her, though.

Rabé hummed into his neck, “I missed you,” and then, asif literally straddling him on the couch wasn’t proof enough, she reluctantlypulled away, just enough to brush her lips over his, as she whispered it again,“I missed you.”

Fives groaned, softly, as she up a little straighter andcurved her body over his, giving a full, deep kiss. His lips were slightlychapped, but they were soft and warm and Rabé didn’t ever want to pull away.She would happily spend the rest of her life on this couch, with this man. Herarms were locked around his neck, just as his were fully embracing her tinyframe into his chest.

She broke the kiss, reluctantly, and pressed her foreheadto his. He was grinning madly, and she was sure she was, too, but she wasn’tyet finished. She gently pulled his face down, his breath coming quicker now, distractingand maddening and wonderful on her throat, and she pressed her lips to histattoo, the simple ink of the simple number that now made her heart flutter everytime she saw the number ‘five’ anywhere.

It was her favorite number in the entire galaxy, so shekissed it again, and again, and then, deciding she couldn’t very well leave therest of his face so unadorned, reacquainted herself, relearned the shape of hischeekbones and nose and eyelids and jawline with her lips. Fives’ grip on herhad tightened, his eyes shut, a smile hovering on his lips that sometimesslipped into a soft gasp, a small desperate noise, begging her to continue.

And so she did, kissing his ear before her lips traveleddown his throat, peppering it with kisses – sometimes gentle, mostly not. Fiveswas rocking under her touch, low groans of pleasure escaping his throat withevery kiss.

She’d just made it to the edge of his blacks when he hoisted her up andkissed her full on the mouth. Fives leaned back against the couch and murmuredagainst her lips, “So, I’m confused – did you miss me?” He started to laugh athis own joke, just as she knew he would, as Rabé groaned good-naturedly and pressedforward to kiss him again, to get him to stop teasing. “It’s just – a little – unclear-”

“Fives,” she groaned, alsolaughing under his kisses. “You talk too much.”

#ficlet requests #ask games #arcmaiden #arc trooper fives #handmaiden rabé #naberiie writes fanfic #oh ho ho you thought it would be /fives/ kissing /rabe/ didnt u #i like to keep u on ur toes #pls help this ship is almost too good....#long post #evaceratops

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