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captainsophiestark · 5 months ago

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No Way To Know For Sure Part 2

Daniel Sousa x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Also written for @ghostofskywalker as a part 2 to the fic you let me adopt a while ago! I've had this in my drafts since all that AI stuff and I'm happy to have rediscovered and finished it 😄 Hope you like it!

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Now that you've decided to move to LA with Daniel, there's a few loose ends left to tie up in New York.

Word Count: 2,174

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I sighed dramatically as I sared straight ahead out the window, watching all the people bustling around the streets and the familiar, giant buildings hovering over them. I'd been gone for some time now, but New York hadn't changed.

Jarvis, currently in the driver's seat of the car, was positively buzzing, and I could tell he was struggling not to say anything. Even the great city of New York couldn't keep me distracted from all the ridiculous energy he was projecting.

"Alright, Mr. Jarvis, spit it out," I said, at last turning from the window to look at my friend. He glanced at me, lips pursed tight to try and hold back a smile before he had to turn his gaze back to the road.

"I'm sorry, it's just... I must admit, I'm rather excited. Since Mr. Stark has been spending more time in Los Angeles, I've missed seeing all of you here in New York. Having you regularly in Los Angeles as well as Rose and Chief Sousa... well, it will be a delight."

A smile made its way onto my face despite my best effots. I'd wanted Daniel to drive me in to the office this morning to put in my transfer request for the LA office, but he had a meeting with an informant he couldn't move. I hadn't really wanted to resort to Jarvis, only because I knew he wouldn't be able to stay calm about my decision, but now I had to admit I was happy to be here with him.

"It'll be wonderful to get to see more of you too, Mr. Jarvis," I said with a smile. "You, me, Ana, and Daniel should set up a regular double date."

"Oh, that would be lovely!" Jarvis turned to give me a big smile as we at last pulled up in front of the New York SSR. He hopped out and ran around to open my door for me, beating me to the punch of opening it myself, something we'd turned into a bit of a competition. "Ana will be delighted at the idea too, I'm sure."

"Maybe we can even invite Howard," I said, my voice serious even though I was cackling in my head. I got out of the car and stood, smirking at Jarvis' less than enthusiastic expression as I continued. "He can bring along whoever he's brought home with him on any given week."

"That may be the single most horrifying suggestion I've heard in my entire life."

I cackled, clapping Jarvis on the shoulder as I walked past him and towards the entrance to the "telephone company".

"Thanks for the ride! I promise I won't let Howard crash any of our couples' nights, unless he finally gets a girlfriend who sticks around for more than a few weeks."

"At this point in Mr. Stark's life, a few days would be impressive," he called after me. I laughed, then turned back at the door to give Jarvis a smile.

"I'll see you back in LA!"

"I'm looking forward to it!"

I smiled and waved before finally heading through the door and back into the familiar hallways of the New York SSR. Daniel would be picking me up later, after I got everything sorted out for my move, and then who knew when I'd next be back in this place and this city. We had plenty of friends here and the other half of the SSR, so it's not like I'd never see the city again, but for the first time since I'd started working here I had no idea when I'd next be back. I tried not to let it get to me, but stepping into the currently-empty bullpen of the place I'd spent so much time in the last few years drove the knife in a little harder.

I'd intentionally arrived before most of the other agents got here, hoping to avoid a lot of hubub about my transfer request. No matter how nostalgic I felt being here, my decision had been made. I loved Daniel and the life I'd started building with Daniel in LA enough that nothing could make me want to leave it. Not even my favorite pizza place on the way between here and my former apartment.

"Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in."

Of course, I couldn't get away with avoiding Chief Jack Thompson, especially not when I had to turn my transfer request papers in to him. He came striding out of his office, a massive grin on his face as he crossed the bullpen towards me.

"Long time no see, Agent."

"I saw you two weeks ago, Jack."

"Yeah, but in LA. You've been on-loan for a while. I haven't seen you as my agent, in New York, in a long time."

I just rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well, enjoy the next half hour then, because as soon as these papers are finalized, I'm officially Daniel's agent."

"Now hold on a minute, I have some serious concerns about you leaving that we need to address before I finalize anything. I mean, is it really appropriate for a chief to be dating one of his own agents? Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen if you ask me."

"Jack. You are the one who sent me there, you meddling mother hen, with the exact hope that this would happen. I will literally fight you in the middle of the bullpen if you want to use that against me now."

Jack held up his hands. "Alright, relax. Your transfer's basically already finalized, I just need your signature next to mine. Then you can go run off into the sunset with Sousa and leave the greatest city in the world behind like it's nothing."

"Alright, you went to Ithica for college. At least I'm leaving for another interesting city, even if it's not as good."

"At least we can agree on that last part."

I snorted, but I couldn't totally keep a smile off my face either. Jack and I had actually kind of become friends in the past few months, especially in the wake of Daniel leaving, and I was surprised to find a little ping of sadness in my chest at the thought of leaving him behind with the rest of this city. If you'd told me a few years ago I'd be missing Jack Thompson, I would've laughed in your face.

Jack pulled the transfer papers out of a file on the nearest desk where they'd apparently been waiting for me all morning, setting them down in front of me. In turn, I handed him the papers I'd filled out since I last saw him, then glanced at what was in front of me. True to his word, they only needed my signature to be finalized.

"We're gonna miss you around here," he said, his voice unusually serious. I glanced up to find him holding out a pen to me, a small smile on his face. "Seriously."

"...I'm gonna miss you too, Jack."

We held each other's gaze for a few moments, maybe the first time we'd had a sincere exchange in my entire time working here. Finally, he cleared his throat, looking away as I finally took the pen from his hand.

"Alright, that's enough of that sappy crap. You bring a box to clean out your desk? I don't want to have to waste agency time clearing out whatever garbage you left in there before you went to LA."

"Don't worry, I've got a plan for all my leftover trash and scribbled notes I don't need anymore."

"I don't like the way you said that. What do you-"

"Oh, thank goodness!"

I straightened from signing the documents after finishing the last one to find Peggy coming through the doors into the bullpen, looking slightly more frazzled than usual. She shook her head at me as she approached, dropping her stuff at the base of the desk and putting her hands on her hips.

"I thought I'd missed you. I can't believe you were planning to just duck in and duck out this morning. What were you planning to do if Thompson hadn't called me to tell me when you were coming in? Just leave for Los Angeles without a goodbye?"

"Actually, Daniel and I were planning to invite the two of you to dinner tonight for a real goodbye. I'm just trying to avoid causing a scene in the middle of the bullpen, in the middle of the SSR's workday."

Peggy and Jack both scoffed, the sounds eerily similar. I raised an eyebrow, but Jack leaned in and snatched the papers off my desk before I could comment.

"Alright, I'm gonna go process these since you don't want to hang around here. By the time you're done with your desk, I'll be done with these."

I nodded, watching Jack's back as he headed back into his office. As soon as he disappeared through the doorway, I turned back to Peggy.

"I need you to get him out of his office for, like, five minutes between when I finish cleaning out my desk and when I head out of here. I'm gonna put all the papers and stuff I don't need in his desk."

Peggy grinned. "I'll make sure you have the window of opportunity you need."

"I knew I could count on you."

We snuck a high-five before Jack could notice, then I headed over my desk to start the packing process in earnest. There really wasn't much I needed to get, since I'd brought most of the things I needed with me to LA the first time, but a handful of the things I'd collected found a temporary home in my bag. Even better, the stack of trash I was planning to stick in Jack's office was substantial, and just like Peggy'd promised, she dragged Jack away from his desk long enough to give me just the opening I needed.

I stepped out of his office and back into the bullpen after finishing my mission, and a moment later, Peggy and Jack came around the corner to join me. I smiled at the both of them.

"Desk's been cleared. Papers are done. I think... I'm officially all finished up here."

"You sure I'm not going to find some trash you forgot about when I try to put somebody else at your desk?" Jack asked, hands on his hips. I rolled my eyes and sighed, responding without missing a beat.

"Of course not, Jack. You're not going to find any forgotten trash in my desk. Come on."

All true, technically. Peggy grinned at me, but I managed to keep a straight face as Jack put his hands on his hips and sighed.

"...I guess this is it, then, huh?"

"I guess it is."

I sighed, looking around at the empty bullpen one last time. I hadn't been working out of this office for a while now, and it's not like I'd never be back. But something about having my desk packed, ready to head out the door with the last of my roots pulled up still hit me a bit.

"I'm... gonna miss you guys," I said, shaking my head as I turned back to my two friends. Jack rolled his eyes, since we'd already exhausted his reserve of sincerity for the day, but Peggy gave me a soft smile.

"We'll miss you too. And you can expect regular visits from us in the winter, when we're sick of the snow and need to use our friends for access to the sunshine in Los Angeles."

I grinned. "As long as you promise to bring real pizza with you whenever you visit."

"Deal."

We shared a smile, and thankfully, before any of us could get any sappier, Daniel walked through the door, his meeting with his contact apparently over with.

"Hey," he said, giviing me a smile as he walked over to join us. He leaned in to give me a quick kiss, then pulled back with a smile. "You ready to go? Our favorite breakfast place is waiting for us."

I smiled, then gave Daniel a nod. We were technically on vacation, so we'd planned to spend the rest of our day on a tour of all of our favorite places in New York city.

"We'll see you guys for dinner tonight, right?" Daniel asked as he took my hand, the two of us taking a few steps towards the door.

"As long as you're buying," called Jack, and Peggy nodded. Daniel shot him a thumbs up as I rolled my eyes, and just like that, Daniel and I were standing on the threshold of the New York SSR.

"You ready?" Daniel asked, leaning in to whisper to me. I took a deep breath, sparing one last moment of reminiscing for the place I'd spent so much of my life in over the last few years, then turned to Daniel with a smile.

"Yeah. I'm ready."

He smiled back at me, giving my hand a quick squeeze before we turned our backs on the office, officially and completely moving forward together. It still stung a little to be leaving, but not nearly as badly as it could've, since I knew and loved where I was heading.

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crescencestudio · 5 months ago

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Is there anything non-spoilery you can tell us about the fae worldbuilding you have? I had an idea for a fic with a faerie oc but I have no idea what kinda lore to give them sdjfvbsjkd

if not thats totally okay i'll just make something up LOL congratulations on (almost) graduating by the way! I know your break won't be for resting but I hope you're still able to find the time to relax a little and can come back refreshed. Good luck!!

this is so late anon im so sorry KDSOOS the queue is backed up w all the messages yall have been sending (i am thankful for them it just takes me a while to get to ppl's messages now). hopefully this still helps u!!!

also thank u for the congrats and everything 🥲 i have Not had any time to relax since ive been trying to desperate crank this thing out..... for context ppl usually write their dissertation over the span of a couple months and i am trying to do it in the span of a couple weeks if that tells yall anything about how close to the sun i am trying to fly LDLOSOS but im hoping after i finish everything, ill be able to enjoy the Greatest Break to ever enter this plane of existence

anyways....

✨ Fae Lore

there are two courts to the fae! one is called the dawn court and the other is called the dusk court. the dawn court draws its magic from the sun and other related elements. i often associate it with warm and/or yang elements (like yin and yang). so fire and air elements.... spring and summer seasons.... even colors like red and orange and yellow and stuff.... things like that!

dusk court draws its magic from the moon and other related elements. so i associate with with colder and/or yin elements. so water and earth elements..... fall and winter seasons..... and colors like blue, purple, and other darker cool colors.

i think that's all i can rly tell u before i start diving into spoiler territory. ik it's not much KDKSKA but literally everything else i a spoiler LSLSLA

#alaris #asks #anon

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amethystina · 1 month ago

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Hi ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

I hope you are doing well and feeling better ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

I would like to ask the following questions from the Fan Fic Writer Asks that you recently relogged:

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

I apologize for being greedy 😅

May you have a happy new year ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Hi there! I'm exhausted and a little wonky, admittedly, but I'm hanging in there 😊

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

Please don't ask me that 🤣 I have so many. Like, WIPs are one thing, but ideas? I literally can't count them because they keep slithering around at the back of my mind, steadily growing or, sometimes, fading in favour of other ideas.

But, if I'm to give a rough estimate, I'd say I have around 70 ideas percolating away right now. Not at the same time or with the same intensity, but there are a lot of them. Though, to be fair, very few of them will ever see the light of day because I can usually tell when an idea is worth writing or not and therefore try not to entertain them all. But that doesn't automatically mean that they leave me alone, you know? So I have to carry them around for however long it takes before they fade.

Which, I shit you not, can be years.

My ideas are as stubborn as I am, in other words.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

While I have a lot of WIPs, I would say that I'm currently working on three projects with a bit more vigour. And those are:

Who Holds the Devil - Does this even need an introduction at this point? The long-as-fuck Devil Judge fanfic that won't leave me — or anyone else — alone. I love it. But god knows when it'll be finished. I'm hoping to be able to post a new chapter in a not-too-distant future.

A New Dawn (Begins With Us) - A Black Knight fic I'm hoping to finish during 2025 because there are only four chapters left and that's, like, 40k. I can bang that out in two weeks if I am at the top of my game. Unfortunately, I'm not at the top of my game, but still. It's doable and I'm going to do it.

Will You Tell (If They Ask About Me) - A Losers oneshot that I dug up from the WIP graveyard because I really like it and I miss Cougar and Jensen. Should hopefully not be too difficult to finish.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

Here's a snippet from the aforementioned Losers fic Will You Tell (If They Ask About Me). I don't know if there's an actual audience for it anymore, but I'm just really excited about it so yeah. That's what you're getting 😆

___

Jake exhaled and closed his eyes. He felt pleasantly lethargic, tired, and perhaps a little sore, but blissfully happy all the same. Lying there in Carlos's bed, listening to him breathe, was a much better end to his night than Jake had dared hope for. He was definitely going to appreciate it to the fullest.

"Let me know when you're ready to go again," Jake mumbled. "It might cost me the last couple of brain cells I have left, but I want a repeat performance."

The laugh that bubbled out of Carlos was both fond and a little startled, as if he hadn't expected to laugh but was too endeared not to. His hand wandered from Jake's shoulder, burying in his hair instead, and Jake eagerly raised his head when Carlos twisted to give him a deep, enthusiastic kiss.

"You are—"

"Insatiable?" Jake suggested, grinning against Carlos's lips.

Carlos smiled, too, his other hand rising to run reverently along Jake's jaw. Without his permission, Jake felt his heart skip a beat.

"Wonderful." It looked like Carlos meant it. "Absolutely wonderful."

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

Nine times out of ten, yes. I don't always know the journey there or the exact details of the ending, but I always know what point I want to reach before I start. That said, I'm not against certain things changing as I go along and, more than once, I've tweaked the events of the ending because I ended up exploring something in the middle that I then had to tie into the ending.

So while I know the general idea of what I want, I keep it loose enough that I can change it as I go along. I would feel too hindered if I didn't. The one time I did try to plan it in detail to the very end was my first fanfic The Thunder Moon Chronicles because that's what I was told that I should do. But I found that around 60% of the last instalment had to be altered compared to my original plan, simply because the story had evolved in a way I couldn't predict when I first structured it.

That's not to say that I ever lost track or control of it — I am very much in control the entire time I write — but rather that new and better ideas kept popping up as I was writing it and I wasn't stupid enough to discard them just because they weren't in my original plan. Sometimes, the story just has to be allowed to evolve, otherwise it might feel stilted or stagnate (or at least that's the case for me).

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

Oh, for sure. I've almost written myself straight into a panic attack a couple of times because I get so into it. I have a tendency to try and picture the emotions myself as I write them in order to better convey them and that can get a bit risky — especially with panic attacks. I've had them since I was fifteen so they're easy for me to trip into on accident.

I have also cried once or twice when I write because I, again, sink into the emotions a little too much. But it is, in all honesty, surprisingly rare considering how emotional some of my fics are. But that could be because I don't cry easily.

The most memorable occurrence by far, however, is Until Death Do Us Unite, especially the yet-unwritten bonus chapter. Because Jong Woo is so unstable, I become a little unstable when I write him or ponder his emotions too much. If I try to imagine how detached and unmoored he must feel when he's having his episodes, I end up feeling very unmoored myself. So I'm currently not allowed to think too much about it because it's so distressing 🤣

But if we mean upset as in "angry at my writing" or "upset it doesn't go my way" or even "I'm so upset with these characters" then no, not really. I can get annoyed if I have to do rewrites and certainly be displeased about the actions of some characters, but the writing process itself doesn't upset me.

Thank you so much for the ask! And it's okay to be greedy, don't worry 😉

Happy New Year to you too! 💜

Fanfic Writer Asks

#Amethystina Replies #Anonymous #Amethystina Does Ask Games #Fanfic Writer Asks #I really am SO excited about the Losers fic #It's kind of ridiculous #I don't even know if it'll be any good #And I need to rewrite a lot #But still #I want it so bad

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good-wine-and-cheese · 1 month ago

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HNY!! ^^ For the artist/fic writer ask: 2, 12, 14, 23/24!

Yay yay thank you!!! Happy new year ^^

Artist/fic writer ask

2. A piece you're proud of and why

It's gotta be this piece for the Vaesen crew!

Normally it's hard enough for me to draw ONE character in a fully rendered scene but now it's 3 and only one of them have I ever consistently drawn. But, I pulled it off! I had a good time trying to really capture the mood of the scene. It was definitely my most daunting piece drawn this year and the fact that I finished it all the way makes me happy.

Writing wise I would say the as of yet unfinished longfic I've been writing, the indomitable human soul. It started out with a simple AU concept that takes place post-Astro Boy that was maybe going to be 20k words or so, but it has since ballooned into a tense character dissection of Umataro Tenma that has been a wonderful experience to write. It's been a journey to write and I've been having a great time with it.

12. A concept you'd like to develop next year

I have a comic idea that I sort of left on the floor when I got swallowed up in a bunch of other stuff and the idea of writing a comic felt like it was too much. Without spoiling PLUTO too much, the idea would be that it follows Hoffman after the events of the story as he goes off on his own, unable to continue his work with Europol. I really adore his character and think there's a very interesting rich plot potential for him that just escapes the scope of Pluto's narrative (his would-be 'arc' taking place just after the end) so I want to really explore that.

14. Something new you tried this year

Single layer shading! I normally have like 5 different shading layers; one for skin, one (or two) for clothes, one for hair, and then one or two "fuckin around for fun" layers. I started doing a couple pieces where all of my shading was done on a single layer. I found, when it was all on one layer, I was able to be more loose with my shading and not feel as constrained with it. Basically the entire thing became "fuckin around for fun" shading which I think is the best kind of shading.

23. Rec another creator's fic you wish more people would read

I would have to say this fic here by @soleilenchaine about Helena and Gesicht from PLUTO. It is explicit mind you, so bare that in mind, but it's a wonderful study of character for two robots as lovers and what that means for them. And I won't say too much else but the way that formatting is used really compliments this fic well in a heartbreaking way. It's so so good. If you've read or watched Pluto it's so so excellent.

24. Rec another creator's artwork you wish more people would see

I'm gonna rec @felis-rach! I found them first through their Astro Boy art, but everything else they draw is so lovely. There's so much personality and their colours are always so nice to look at. There's a ton of variety in their style and subject matter and I think more people should look at their stuff<3

#ask game #prettyokwizard

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kinardsevan · 3 months ago

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im just curious, what are your thoughts about finishing your fics? i know right now it probably seems impossible as it does reading them, but just wondering. your writing is so good & i love it so much 💙 do whatever works for you, just was wondering 🫶🏻

i was actually planning to address this ❤️💙

So. Here's my current mindset:

I did start a fix-it fic last night. I have another idea swirling around in my head atm for another version of one. My brain is at this point quite literally wired to create. (Even if I'm only doing ceramics and painting this semester 😛). Those will get finished.

-Empty Bones will continue to see updates. Especially with my need to put the icky feelings somewhere. I'd be lying to you if I said I haven't considered writing another whump fic solely based off of Tommy really fucking shit up for us all last night. But that idea may live in my head (or on my hard drive for a while). I don't know how often they'll come, but they'll still come.

-the devil doesn't bargain has always had plans to get wrapped. i just need to find the time (and creative outlet) to do so. I know where it goes and how it ends, it's just getting there.

-never til now... right now I don't have an answer for that.

But I'm not stupid. I know why you're asking.

ANEURYSM FIC:

so I'm not going to lie. I haven't written much on it in weeks, solely because of the amount of work that goes into it. I know where the next scene that's been in my head for a few weeks goes, I just haven't actually gotten to putting it down. I went through a stretch in the past few weeks where I worked or was at school for 24 days straight and barely wrote during that time. As it sits at this moment, chapter six is just under 11.5k. I view it as reaching roughly 20, possibly 25.

the problem lies in the fact that the end of this story is so FUCKING happy. when I tell you I already have part of the wedding night written and all the emotion that goes into it... there's so much work and thought put into it, but right now, if I'm being honest with you... finishing aneurysm fic might not happen. this week was already gutting me before the show aired last night, and that really felt like being kicked while so many of us were already down. so to that end, I really struggle to be able to find a way to want to touch it when it really requires me to tap into a certain part of my creativity that feels really broken right now.

I know some of my friends have said that they're done, and that they're not going to finish their stories, or have even posted what they had written so far. that's fair and valid. i won't be doing that, at least not right away. i will work to finish them as long as there's an audience who wants to see them come to fruition. I really want to believe in the part of fandom that says that it's more than just when a couple is together on screen, and that there will be people who continue to write bucktommy because I truly do enjoy doing so, and I enjoy reading it. This couple brought me back to fandom and fanfiction in a big way, and right now I can at least tell you that I'm not done with it. I don't know how long it will take to roll out updates, or what happens with my relationship to the show, but I know that much.

#mel's musings #personal #fic writing #fanfic writer #ao3 writer #bucktommy fics #aneurysm fic #empty bones

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possibilistfanfiction · 2 years ago

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Hey there! Just wanted to let you know that I love your writing. I love the universe you've created for ava and beatrice. I could have said Avatrice but the thing is you write them so beautifully as individuals, all their triumphs and losses, that it doesn't feel right not to acknowledge them as they are on their own as much as they are as a couple. Anyway! I pretty much have bookmarked all your work and I keep suggesting your fics on Twitter, I'm pretty much your unofficial publicist at this point, proudly so 😆

I just finished the multitude of loving and once again you made me laugh and smile and cry and you made my heart warm and for a while, my depression didn't feel as debilitating. So thank you. I don't know what you're gonna write next whenever inspiration strikes, but if you ever do another outside pov, would you mind writing one from Diego's? I guess I'm biased because aside from your fics, I've been obsessed with do a flip by sunsafe and it warms my heart to see Diego in fics because well, I think it's safe to say that he was the one who loved ava first, he was there by her bedside and all and so it would be lovely, to know how he feels and thinks about ava and beatrice, after all the years of living his own life, after all the years wishing to see his sister, his best friend, his... Ava, because there's no traditional title that really fits them, after all the years wishing that ava is okay and... Alive, more than just surviving because even when he was a child he knew, ava was meant for such a bright and grand life, just because she was all that herself.

Anyway, just an idea, of course. My rambling is not in any way meant to pressure you into writing it 😆😅 I hope you're having a good day wherever you are. Cheers!

[first of all i love do a flip!!!! 100/10 recommend if anyone hasn't read it!!

anyway, here's a little diego pov in the butch bea universe. he's like 18 or 19? idk. yknow just roll w it :) ]

university is busy as hell, and it's cool that they pay for your doctor's appointments and, when you actually started getting the care you needed, you were able to do basically everything in the normal, big wide world with regular meds and check-ins — but mostly you just want to play rugby and flirt with girls (not well, but you're 18 and always kind, so who cares your success rate) and pass all of your classes. when you got adopted it had seemed like a miracle, and so you don't take any of this time for granted — not the bright sun or the grass stains on your knees or how rachel plays with your hair when you hang out in her dorm.

you don't think much of it when you get a random email from beatrice gu-knight, partially because emails are a pain in the ass and partially because nico brought over a six pack of stellas and his nintendo switch — you're the mario kart champion, undisputed — but, in the morning, when you open your phone, you think your heart might stop in your chest.

Hello Diego,

I hope you're well. I know it might seem strange to get an email like this from someone you don't know and have never even heard of, and, if you don't wish to follow up or connect, please just let me know, and that will be the end of it.

But, in the hopeful chance that you do: my name is Beatrice (she/her), and I'm reaching out to you because Ava Silva is my life partner. We've been together for a few years now and she talks of you often, and fondly; I know from her stories you were an extraordinarily joyful and sustaining part of her life at St. Michael's, and, if nothing else, I hope you understand my deep gratitude for that. I work in tech, so I was able to find this email address for you in the hopes that you might want to reconnect with Ava. We live in Los Angeles, and she's, as I'm sure you remember, wonderful. Maybe even more wonderful now, as I hope you are too.

Again, if you are at all uncomfortable, please feel no pressure to engage in any way; I won't let Ava know, so don't worry about that. If you would like to reconnect, though, you can respond to this email, or call or text me at my cell listed below. Thank you.

Warmest regards,

Beatrice

it takes you a few seconds to get it together, because, what the fuck, first of all. second of all, ava — one of your favorite people ever, and someone you miss every day. who apparently has a very proper and seemingly kind partner named beatrice, and lives in california. ava is alive, and probably really happy. the last time you saw her she was scared and upset and you had thought she died before that. you had thought you would never see her again.

Hey, this is Diego, you text the number on Beatrice's email. you think about the time difference, and, sorry if it's the middle of the night for you

it takes a minute or two, but then your phone vibrates. Diego, wonderful to hear from you! I'm glad my email wasn't too intense.

and, like, maybe it was a little, but your calc III professor is a fucking nutcase, so you kind of have a high bar.

Ava works late sometimes, so don't worry about the time difference right now

it's sweet, you think, that beatrice doesn't work late, or, whatever, maybe she does, but she's up because ava is awake. because ava will be coming home, or finishing up in an office. you wonder about their life, what their home looks like and if ava's laugh is still just as awesome. and, like, what is ava's job? is she still paralyzed, or can she walk like she had the last time you saw her? you're glad for her, honestly, that her partner is a girl, because ava thought boys were hot but also seemed to like girls more — so, like, how did they fall in love? it's funny to imagine ava as a grownup, with a partner and a home and a whole life, but it's also the best.

do you want to facetime tomorrow or something, you text, because you don't really know what else to say, but you want to find out: about your sister, and the life she's apparently built. you think — if ava is anything like how she had been when you were younger — you definitely want to be in it.

I would love that, beatrice responds immediately. you work out the details and, eventually, you go to class and try to have a normal day. but ava is out there, happy, in california, with a partner who clearly cares about her. it feels like a gift, even to know. it feels like a gift, to get to be in her warmth again.

beatrice, when you answer the facetime call at exactly the second the clock hits 7 pm your time, is beautiful. it doesn't surprise you, not really, because you remember ava being pretty, and, even more than that, fucking awesome. beatrice is younger than what you think someone with that formal a name would be, with short dark hair that flops into her eyes, which are kind of gold in the light through the window of whatever room she's in. 'hello, diego,' she says, and, yeah, ava probably loves that accent.

it makes you laugh, but, like, in a nice way, to know that ava has a whole partner. a whole entire person who shares a life with her, who helps her with stuff and — beatrice is a saint for this — laughs at her puns.

'hey,' you say, feel awkward and a little sloppy in the face of the chic big oil painting behind her, the hoodie you know is expensive because your friend artur had had it marked on his stockx for, like, months now. 'uh, i'm diego. nice to meet you.'

beatrice smiles, and you see her freckles, and you realize, in a flash, a truth you know implicitly — that ava loves this person. ava picked this person to spend her life with. the world is cruel, you know better than most, but the world is also so, so kind.

'i'm so happy you responded to my email,' she says, less formal and with a slight laugh, mostly with joy. 'ava is the best, and i know that — she misses you. she loves you, a lot. i've always wanted to meet you.' you kind of don't know what to say, and you're relieved when she shakes her head. 'sorry, i'm being a lot again. believe it or not, this is my first rodeo with something like this.'

first rodeo sounds foreign from her, and it inexplicably makes you laugh. 'you're doing fine.' you realize that beatrice is just as nervous as you are, maybe even more: she loves ava. she has a whole life with ava. 'i — does ava want to talk to me?'

'i haven't told her yet. i wanted to see how you felt first, without any pressure, and i didn't want her to feel disappointed. but i know she will be... overjoyed, to have you in her life again, if you want.'

'yeah.' you think of ava's jokes and how full of life she was, even when she didn't have access to much of it herself. you think about the clumsy drawings you had made her, and how happy she was every time she got to go outside in her wheelchair. 'i do, want that. a lot.'

beatrice's smile is relieved and grateful. 'i can talk to her, then, and then maybe you two can set up a video chat? i know she'll be beside herself with excitement.'

'yeah,' you say, and you can't help but smile looking forward to it. it doesn't sound like ava's changed much, in the good ways, which is super cool. 'i'm excited too.'

your palms are clammy and you feel like you might throw up, but beatrice had sent you a link to a zoom and asked if the evening worked for you; you're so thrilled but also, like, what if ava doesn't like you anymore? what if she's way way cooler than you, or too grown up, or just bored by your life? it had been one thing, to lose her when you were young and confused, to have to grieve her absence so obliquely — but it would be an entirely different thing now, to know she's alive and has a life of her own and just doesn't want you in it. you don't really know how you would handle that. ava was your friend and ava was your sister, in the ways that really matter.

but, you realize very quickly, all of your anxiety was for nothing, because ava's face pops on screen — older, and her hair is shorter, and there are slight laugh lines settling into the skin around her eyes, but she mostly looks the same — and her smile is so warm and then she starts to cry and laugh and, yeah. if you do too, it's fine. no one else is in your dorm room anyway.

'hey,' she says, the first to get any words out. she's sitting up, and she waves, and you feel like you're seeing a real life miracle, right there on your computer screen. 'you look so old. i really missed you.'

'you look so old too.' she grins. 'i really missed you.'

it's a little stilted at first, probably because you're both overwhelmed, but then it's just... the fucking best. ava is a bartender, 'mostly for fun,' she says, which, whatever that means, and she still loves the beach. they apparently have a house right by the water. she starts crying again when you tell her you got adopted, that you're not so sick anymore because you have good doctors and caring parents, that you're in school to become an accountant.

'the family business?' she says, choked up, after you tell her that your adoptive mom is one too, and that she wanted you to be able to take over one day if you were interested.

it's as unbelievable to you some days as it seems to her, on bright mornings or when you get to go skiing in the cold snow, when your friends pass around a joint or when you get to go to a museum, whenever you want. 'yeah,' you say — a family; you learn ava has one too. 'it's pretty incredible.'

'holy shit, ava.'

she just laughs, letting you go in front of her into her house. well, her and beatrice's house, you guess. you'd facetimed and texted a bunch with ava in the past two months, so you had figured out they were kinda loaded, and they'd both picked you up from the airport in a very sleek, fancy volvo, but, like —

'this is nuts.'

you think you might immediately cry again when you notice, right away, how there's not a single part of the house you can see that isn't accessible for someone in a wheelchair. ava had told you that she can walk but some days has a lot of pain and a hard time with mobility, and that beatrice was awesome and she had a good chair and even a van and a service dog, but you never could've imagined this. their house is huge and beautiful, like something you'd see in an AD tour you like to watch when you're stoned. ava has a cane today, and beatrice trundles in with your bag — she had insisted, quietly, but with a look that told you it would be totally pointless to argue.

'your house is awesome,' you say, to both of them.

beatrice smiles gently. 'we redid it last year, for accessibility. i think it turned out great.'

'wanna see the best part?' ava says, using her cane to bounce a little on the balls of her feet and you have to clear your throat because you had known her for so long. you had loved her for so long, your best friend in the entire world, who was smart and funny and bursting at the seams to feel it all, to really get to live.

'dude,' you say, 'of course.'

'i'm going to put your bag in your room,' beatrice says. 'and then i have a work call. but i should be done after the hour, for whatever you'd like to do, if you want me to join.'

'of course we want you to join,' ava says, and beatrice blushes and then gathers herself and kisses the top of ava's head before she offers you a thumbs up — nerdy, and it makes ava snort — and then lifts your bag like it weighs two pounds or something. 'love of my life,' ava says. 'definitely doesn't have a work call, but she's been stressed all week about making sure she gives us time to ourselves but doesn't seem aloof. huge weirdo.'

'she's hot.'

'ew, diego.'

you shrug. 'all i'm saying is that, like, i get it. not for me, because she's, like, super gay, but you know. for you.' you take a breath. 'sorry, i'm just excited.'

ava laughs. 'bea is super gay, it's true.' she points to a button on the wall nearby and then floor to ceiling glass doors that separate the living space from the patio. 'now, check this out.'

it's pretty fucking wild that ava went from the horrible orphanage, and tons of abuse that you were too small and too weak and too scared to stop, to a whole house that opens up to a day bed and an outdoor kitchen and dining area and a hot tub, a small patch of grass, and then the sea behind — but in the best kind of way. the kind of way that makes you want to tell everyone you meet that things can get better. that good things will happen to good people, at least sometimes. at least ava, who is the best of all of them.

ava motions for you to come with and walks outside, and then it's, like, genuinely the best thing ever when a black and white dog — korra, who ava sends you pictures of all the time and has featured in multiple zoom calls — who was napping in the sun, perks her head up and you swear she, like, dog-smiles at ava. 'hi, good girl,' ava says, and then claps her hands once and korra obediently, and happily, comes to ava's right side and sits, leans her little head against ava's thigh.

'i can't spend this entire time crying,' you say, and ava laughs. 'can i say hi?'

'of course,' she says. 'she's not usually formally working at home, unless i'm having a really bad day. which, you know, i'm not, but they do happen sometimes.' she shrugs and you kneel down in the sun and pet korra's soft ears as she nuzzles your face.

'she's so cool,' you say, and then kiss the top of her head and her nose. 'hey korra! i'm your uncle, i guess?'

'yeah! uncle diego.'

it makes you beam, to sit on the patio with ava as she shows you some of the tasks korra has been trained to do, and tells you about her bar you'll go to later, and points toward their outdoor shower with a sly smile. you do her the courtesy of fake gagging, although you really are just mostly happy for her, with her partner and her dog and a house that was built just for her.

eventually, beatrice comes outside, carrying a very intense charcuterie board. she places it down on the day bed, between you and ava, korra happily snoozing at your feet.

‘hi baby,’ ava says and scoots closer to you, then tugs on beatrice’s hand until she sits. ava kisses her temple. ‘this is very extravagant.’

‘well, we have a guest,’ beatrice says. ‘there’s wine inside, if you’d like a glass.’

‘i know nothing about wine,’ you admit, ‘but if there’s one you think… pairs? well with, you know —‘ you gesture to the elegantly laid out spread of food in front of you — ‘then i’ll trust you and go with that.’

ava grins. ‘yes, beatrice. be our resident sommelier, please.’

beatrice rolls her eyes, again with a blush, but then stands, ignoring ava’s pout. ‘i’ll be right back.’

‘she’s, like, really nice.’

ava lays back with a grin. ‘well she’s on her i was raised by diplomats and nannies most proper behavior right now. i don’t get charcuterie boards like this… ever.’ she takes a bite of cheese. ‘but bea is wonderful. she’s brilliant and funny and so, so kind. she’ll loosen up. i’m really excited you get to spend time with her.’

‘i’m thankful she reached out. i — i’m so happy to be here, and to see you.’

‘me too, my dude.’

beatrice comes back out with fancy real crystal glasses and a bottle of wine she explains is a vintage napa chardonnay, which mostly just makes you think it’s expensive. it probably is, with the way she efficiently uncorks it — ava practically drools, annoying, and you elbow her in the ribs — but it’s, like, really good. at least compared to the cheap wine you sometimes have with your friends when you order greek food.

‘diego,’ beatrice says, measured and anxious and, if ava’s stupid expression is anything to go by, endearing, ‘as you know, i like to surf. although it’s quite early, i was wondering if you might like to join me tomorrow? one of my best friends is an excellent instructor and the wave report looks ideally calm. ava thought you might be interested, if you’d like to learn?’

‘yeah,’ you say. ‘of course. that sounds sick.’

beatrice grins, relaxing a little. ava squeezes her hand. ‘i find it quite fun. it can be hard at first, but it’s nice to be in the water.’

‘diego gets his astounding athletic ability from my side of the family,’ ava says, patting you on the knee.

‘your side of the family?’ beatrice arches a brow.

‘yeah, the orphan side,’ you say, an old joke coming back to you, and ava gives you a high five.

‘i —‘

‘don’t think about it too hard, beatrice. diego also gets his bisexuality from my side of the family too.’

‘now that i’m willing to believe.’

ava winks at you, and then settles back into beatrice’s side.

admittedly, you're exhausted, so the mezcal margarita — smoky and just the right amount of sour — is hitting harder than you thought.

'okay,' ava says, 'boys are easy to flirt with.'

beatrice rolls her eyes.

'they are, bea,' she insists, then looks to you. 'sorry, diego, but boys are just... simple. they see someone hot, especially me, and there's, like, no thoughts.'

you think of the way luis had kissed you one night at a party — with his strong hands and his strong jaw and the rough, delicious scratch of his beard — after you'd just offered him a drink politely, so. honestly, that tracks.

'girls, though, diego.'

you laugh.

'you know, people who aren't men.'

'yeah, of course.'

'difficult. i just — whew.'

'aren't you, like, basically married?'

'well, yes, we're domestic partners. but beatrice is horrible at flirting. she's just lucky she's brilliant, and beautiful, and handsome, and funny.'

beatrice rolls her eyes again, although a blush spreads across her cheeks. 'i think i have more women try to flirt with me than you.'

ava huffs. 'that's because you're just — ugh.' she turns toward you. 'bea has grown into being a lesbian magnet. i once was superior. plus, boys flirt with me too.' she claps you on the back. 'either way, between the two of us, we'll teach you everything you need to know.'

'they won't,' one of their friends says, sliding in next to beatrice, who smiles and kisses him on the cheek. he's maybe the hottest person you've ever seen, with tattoos down both arms and a neat fade, probably a few years older than beatrice. 'i'm keiko,' he says, and offers his hand. his handshake is so strong and you feel yourself blush. 'i own the dojo beatrice goes to.'

'my favorite sparring partner,' beatrice says. 'partially because i have never lost.'

keiko waves her off.

'uh, i'm diego.'

ava laughs, delightedly, at how flustered you clearly are.

'well, if you want advice on boys, i am quite successful.'

'i'm sure you are.'

ava gives you a high five, mortifyingly. 'that's my man.'

'i'm cutting both of you off,' beatrice says.

'one shot, bea, please. come on. all we have to do is walk home.'

beatrice sighs dramatically and runs a hand through her hair, and keiko nudges her in the shoulder. 'for once in your life, beatrice, have a little fun.'

it takes a moment, but she laughs. 'fine. one shot, and then home.'

you surf the next morning, early as fuck, but you’re kind of jetlagged anyway and it’s really beautiful to watch the sunrise while you rest on a board. you haven’t popped up and you got tired pretty fast, but beatrice’s friend, ray — and beatrice herself, obviously — are patient and relaxed and don’t seem to care at all. ava wanders out eventually, setting out a towel and drinking a to-go cup of coffee. she waves happily and blows a kiss in beatrice’s direction, who blushes. it had made you laugh, quietly, when she had put a special bucket hat designed for surfing on after she situated her wetsuit.

‘i don’t want to get sunburned,’ she explained, and then handed you a bottle of spf 100 sunscreen and a zinc stick.

eventually you ride a wave in on your knees, laughing, and then go sit by ava while you watch ray and beatrice and the rest of their little crew surf the next set, bigger on the outer break. you can tell beatrice shows off, for ava and, maybe a bit, for you. it's still early, and ava's happy to sit back in the easy quiet.

'hey,' you say after a while, during a break in sets, 'so, beatrice introduced me this morning as "ava's little brother".'

she turns to you, studies your features carefully, just like she always would when you were in the orphanage, trying to pay close attention. 'did that feel okay?'

'other than the fact that i'm taller than you —'

'— hey —'

'— of course,' you say. 'i love being your brother.'

ava scoots closer to you and bumps your shoulder with hers; you have your wetsuit down around your waist and she has one of beatrice's hoodies on, but you've mostly dried off by this point so you put your arm around her shoulders and tug her to you.

'do you, uh. sister? sibling?'

ava smiles. 'either is great.'

'okay.'

'thanks, diego.'

'nothing to thank me for there. i should be thanking you, honestly. all expenses paid trip to a bougie beach house in california to see someone i've missed so much? the dream.'

she sniffles. you don't know all the details but you know ava has been through some real shit after she — came back to life, you guess? 'i missed you too, so so much.' she clears her throat and wipes under her eyes. 'in the spirit of being your cool older sibling, what mild to moderately wild things do you want to do here. i don't want your parents to be mad at me so consider wisely.'

'tattoo.'

'do you have anything planned that you would want?'

'well, no.'

ava laughs.

'what? beatrice has cool tattoos.'

'she is a staunch believer that you should plan your tattoos in advance. but think of something and then next time we'll get you all set up with her artist, if you want.'

there's a level of maturity and care that's a little unexpected but, like, really cool? really nice. it's kind of weird and makes you a bit emotional, because ava is grown up. she's still an idiot, and constantly annoying, and very funny — but she's gotten to get older, and so have you.

'we could dye our hair,' she says, shrugging. 'easy to rectify, if it's a disaster.'

'i'm so in, man.' your hair is darker than hers, and you have no idea if she knows what she's doing, but you trust beatrice — with her neat hair and neat house and neat clothes and seemingly undying love for ava — to monitor the situation.

'maybe we can do the bi flag.'

it makes you laugh, imagining how silly it would look. 'what about just purple? like, a light purple situation.'

'i've done that before,' she tells you excitedly. 'loved it. definitely time to return.'

'deal. also, i want to try california weed.'

ava grins. 'we would have let you last night, you know, but you were actively falling asleep at the bar after one cocktail.'

'it's the time difference, i swear.'

'sure it is.'

'well, bea loves her edibles. she's very particular about them. i'm... much less particular about joints, but we can start off chill. maybe this afternoon. and then we can have tacos.'

'that sounds like a perfect day.'

she smiles. 'yeah,' she says. 'even more perfect because i get to share it with you.'

'gross,' you say, although you might suddenly cry. 'sappy.'

'yeah, yeah. whatever.'

you keep your arm around ava's shoulders and watch beatrice and ray trade tricks the next set, and then they both call it and walk, laughing, toward you. ava struggles to stand with a frown, and you offer your arm for her to take if she wants. she does, smiles quickly in thanks and then, you know too, moves on without a word. she kisses beatrice soundly on the mouth, then pushes her goofy bucket hat off her head, fastened around her neck and resting on the back of her shoulders, and then gratuitously unzips her wetsuit while ray rolls her eyes.

it's a whole big world, you learn more and more every day. ray joins you for breakfast and then ava takes you shopping while you're pretty sure beatrice just naps. ava uses her chair and brings korra, which is mostly just the coolest thing in the world to you, because she has a whole van customized too, and she just — you had known, when you were younger, when ava would get to go outside in her chair, that nothing was limiting her other than care, and access. you had been limited too, and you ached with it. you ache differently now, because ava navigates her day fully and independently: a wheelchair lift for the stairs, and a huge, beautiful closet and kitchen where she can reach everything without having to stand, and korra, who can turn on lights and open doors and brings you a juice from the fridge when you sit down and mention you're thirsty; ava grins with the command and then praises korra, and you scratch her soft head and even softer ears.

beatrice does supervise when you and ava dye your hair, but ava mostly knows what she's doing, and really gets distracted the most when she looks over at beatrice in lowslung joggers and a cutoff tank and a beanie, leaning against the doorframe quietly, a fond expression on her face. ava wears crop tops and wideleg pants and expensive sneakers and you both end up laughing when you have your matching lavender hair.

you eat edibles that make everything feel lush and slow and perfect, and beatrice laughs softly at ava's ramble about her arms, and she orders a ton of her favorite chinese food that you eat on the patio at sunset. you take some pictures on your film camera, at sunset, and beatrice takes a few of you and ava. you wish you could go back in time and tell both of you, when you were small and sad and scared and abused, that things would be this beautiful one day. that things would be this good.

ava and beatrice eventually say goodnight before they head inside to their bedroom. there's too much light pollution in los angeles to see many of the stars, but you know they're there all the same.

#wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #butch bea 🥺🫡#they just get to have such a good life #diego is just like ... wow ... !! ava is so stupid. i love her so much

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pixiecactus · 3 months ago

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I'm sorry that you read the horrible fanfic. I just knew this was done by a fan, and I wasn't aware of the content. Sorry, I didn't think about it or warn you. I really didn't know :(

no worries nonnie, i did this on my own. but reading that fic surely was something, tho.

i'll add here some of my current favourite parts of the rant, because i think i'll finish it, but when answering your ask, i'll just put a link to the google doc, in case anyone wants to read my mad ramblings too, and that way i'll be able to focus on what you sent me.

[okay so let's start with the first chapter that has gendry hooking up with jeyne heddle (i wanted to write about this in a completely separate post, because is such a widely accepted headcanon from old times and it does not makes sense to me, and if i remember correctly, we see gendry interacting more with brienne than any of the heddles sisters in affc... and the other thing is that i hate when people write about any of the heddle sisters and arya with a lot of animosity between them and in a fit of jealousy over a fucking boy; it doesn't matter to me that the boy is in fact gendry, who i love as much as arya, and who is also one of my favourite characters. arya would never throw away the chance to befriend other girls who share her ideals for a boy. i'll bring a little reminder here about how jeyne and willow are taking care of orphaned children, very similar to the time we saw arya taking care of weasel. arya would admire the heddle sisters ardently, and at the other side we have gendry, who is the boy that once was her friend and then he made his choice to abandon her, at least that's what is like from arya's pov... so there's not competition really)]

and

[also this version of gendry pretty much says to us: "i love arya but she's dead so i'll go and fuck jeyne because she's offering and let's remember that i'm a man and i have needs" he surely is channeling his inner robert baratheon right there. and something that i'm pretty sure is that at least in the aspect of sexuality robert and gendry are meant to be narrative foils so i hate this characterization so much.]

and

[of course the fic has sansa commenting about how she finally understood that arya was never meant to be a girl and sansa tells arya that she considers that she had five brothers and arya is one of them. so sansa will never tell arya to behave as a lady would do, again]

and

[and then, as a cherry on top, we have arya saying that "she won't have her daughter marrying a bloody bastard" and then gendry pulls the "i'm the lord here and you're the lady, your opinion doesn't matter and your input isn't needed here" card. so that's my power couple... i guess.]

also shoutout to this commenter because those were my thoughts exactly:

#ren rambles #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #house stark #arya stark #gendry #gendrya #arya x gendry #gendry x arya

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fizzyxcustard · 1 year ago

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Ciaoooo I have a little ask for you :3

Historical AU.

Finally, after much searching, you managed to find a job. It consists of transporting supplies on a boat for the lighthouse keeper who lives alone on the islet lashed by wind and waves. You like the job even if you have to help the guardian to rearrange the supplies, a certain Thorin Oakenshield, a taciturn and rather gruff dwarf. Unfortunately, that day the sea was quite rough and when you arrived on the islet the wind picked up and a storm started. You've taken refuge in the lighthouse with Thorin ruling that you won't be able to return to dry land for some time, maybe a week!

Ooooh!!

You can use this ask as a prompt for a fic or you can describe to us what you feel and what you do, the important thing is to make us dream ✨

This is such a lovely ask, so detailed and creative. I absolutely l love it, and thank you so much for sending it to me. I'm going to write it as a head canon, and then, who knows, it may be developed for a fic. ;)

You take a boat over to the island every three days, making sure that you have plenty of basic items for Thorin, such as groceries, toiletries, household items and even clothing.

He keeps in close contact with you so that you can also shop for the items that he needs before delivering them.

You know when you set off that afternoon that a storm is approaching, but Thorin is particularly low on food supplies and you cannot leave him without food.

As you row towards the island, you can feel the waves picking up height and speed. You know that you're not going to see your own home for at least a couple of days.

Thorin in surprised to see you and tells you that you shouldn't have come out in the bad weather.

As he lets you into the lighthouse, he can't help but smile as you drift past him. It's lonely out on the island and he often thinks about you at night, wondering what it would be like to hold you and find warmth with you.

You help Thorin pack away all of his items, but after an hour, you can hear the winds gusting around the tall building.

"There is no way you can go back while the weather is like this!" Thorin insists, as he stands at the window and pulls the curtain aside, watching the frightening height of the waves.

You can't help but feel a spark of excitement in your belly. You've had a crush on Thorin since the first time you came to the island and delivered his items. His eyes, his voice, his presence. But you also sense sadness inside him and loneliness.

Thorin cooks you a meal, a hearty stew, and just as you finish the last mouthful, the power goes out.

Thorin lights many candles and places them in the main rooms on the ground floor.

Your room will be the guest room next to Thorin's and he shows you your room, holding a candle which illuminates his face.

Once you head to bed, you lie there in silence, listening to the raging storm outside.

Thorin also lies awake in the next room, wondering what you are doing.

You get up to go to the toilet and accidentally fall over something in the darkness, which makes Thorin come running into your room as he heard the tumble.

He gets down to you, a candle glowing. "Are you alright?" he asks softly. Then he offers you his hand and helps you up.

Your ankle has been twisted and you moan in pain, falling against him.

Thorin grabs you, and for a couple of seconds, you can't help but gaze into each other's eyes.

#thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #modern AU #modern Thorin AU #Thorin x You #Thorin x Reader #Thorin Oakenshield x You #Thorin Oakenshield x Reader #Modern!Thorin Oakenshield #Modern!Thorin Oakenshield x Reader #Headcanon #Request #Estethell #The Hobbit #Modern Hobbit AU

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unnoticed-poison · 1 year ago

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My sister is...a fraud!!

Those two have been all over my TikTok and I couldn't resist writing a short fic for them (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)this is also posted on AO3 and Wattpad

Part 2 of this fic is posted

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"Listen people of Mount Rageous.."

Veneer took a deep breath as everyone's head snapped towards him, he could feel Velvet's curious gaze on his back.

He glanced at Floyd, who gave him a reassuring nod.

'𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵.' he mouthed, Veneer smiled in response and turned to face the crowd. They were all watching him with curiosity and doubts clear in their eyes from everything that happened just now, he couldn't blame them.

"My sister is....a fraud!!"

There were gasps and murmurs among the people gathered here tonight as their eyes moved to his sister, who was staring at him in complete shock, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

"I...What?!!" he winced at her outburst but continued to look straight into her surprised expression.

"Sorry sis but you brought this on yourself.." he said, as he recalled how they got in this situation in the first place.

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"We make a good team aye little bro?" Velvet asked, tapping the perfume bottle lightly with her finger.

"Yeah..."

"After such a show I need a rest, watch him for me k?" Velvet said, throwing the bottle his way, Veneer quickly caught the bottle before it hit the floor. He looked up at her and nodded.

"Just don't lose sight of him or something okay?" she said, yawing.

"Will do Sis." he nodded as she walked away, disappearing behind a nearby alleyway.

"Veneer, please.. let me go." Floyd, who was stuck inside the bottle, pleaded, pressing his hand against the glass to get Veneer's attention.

.......

Veneer sighed. " You know I can't." he shrugged. "It's nothing personal really, I just love my sister and all my fame, and things I brought, you get it? I can't afford to lose all that you know?"

Floyd opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say anything for a moment. Finally, his lips parted again, helplessness plain on his features as he stared at Veneer.

"Is there no other way..?"

"I'm afraid not, I can't betray my sister sorry, like I said it's nothing personal."

Silence fell between them.

Veneer couldn't deny that he felt a little guilt about what he and his sister were doing, he didn't even want to be famous at first, but Velvet was so adamant about having him join her when she started her career, and Veneer loved his sister too much to deny her anything. Even if it meant risking his reputation and his life.

Floyd suddenly broke the silence, "Wait!"

Hm?

Veneer raised a brow as he waited for the red-haired troll to continue, his eyes brightened as he stood up and pressed both his hands against the glass.

"How about we make a deal? I'll help you so you can keep being famous and you let me go, and I'll promise that I won't tell anyone about what you two did."

Veneer paused for a moment, contemplating his words. "Elaborate.."

A glint of determination sparked through Floyd's eyes as he explained. "Remember the times you practised when Velvet wasn't around?"

Oh.

"You do have some talent, albeit not much, but with a couple of months of practice.."

"What are you trying to say..?" Veneer asked, his interest peaked.

"If you would let me finish explaining first, that would be great," Floyd replied, smiling slightly, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

Veneer rolled his eyes as Floyd continued,

"The plan is simple, if you train hard for a few months, let's say two or so, you should be able to sing and dance without resorting to kidnapping and torturing more trolls like me,"

Oh..

Veneer considered for a while, he had never actually thought about this, but the idea was intriguing.

"Sure.. but what about Velvet though, you know how she is."

"You can show your sister after that how much you improved and perhaps she'll change her mind and start practising as well!"

huh.

"And if she says no?"

......

Floyd shrugged, he'll find a solution for that later. "Then we'll just have to see then, won't we?"

"Well, it's certainly worth a shot.."

Veneer said reluctantly, he still wanted to make sure his sister wouldn't hate him after this, but..he was willing to give it a try.

"So do we have a deal?" Floyd asked, looking up hopefully.

.....

"..Fine." Veneer finally gave in.

He just hoped this wouldn't end badly for him.

And thus, they began their secret singing and dancing sessions, with Floyd as his unofficial music tutor.

Whenever he and Velvet were done with their shows, he would sneak out and return to the studio to meet Floyd and practice for hours and hours until dawn.

Floyd was a wonderful teacher and helped him a lot with getting his range and flexibility right.

"Good good you're doing great! now three turns to the left then a flip! very good, just keep going like that!" Floyd exclaimed.

Veneer was panting, sweat pouring down his face as he repeated the steps over and over again until he perfected what he'd learned so far.

After practice, he'd return home before it was time for Velvet to wake up, leaving him with only 2 or 3 hours of sleep if he was lucky, so he started taking naps in between practice hours.

But there seemed to be something wrong with Velvet, her behaviour seemed to be getting...real bad, worse than ever before, he could barely catch any breaks from her, she would criticise him constantly, whenever it was about his dancing or singing, she would always find something to criticize.

'What the hell was that?'

'You call that dancing? our fans would hate that'

'How many fans do you think we can gain by making up little dances? Don't be stupid.'

'You need to do better'

'I'm starting to think you need the troll more than me'

It made him angry and upset at the same time, it frustrated him beyond belief, but thankfully Floyd was there to comfort him every time.

'How can someone treat their own sibling this way..?'

'Don't listen to her, you're doing great.'

'I just feel sorry for you.'

'I know it's none of my business, but if she truly cared about you, she wouldn't force you to do this.'

Floyd continued to chip away at Veneer's doubts, planting seeds of resentment and doubts at the back of his mind during this period.

Veneer was exhausted by the constant arguments, he didn't want to think badly of his own sister, but that last comment from the little troll made him have some doubts.

if she really cared for him, why does she treat him like an inconvenience..?

........

No no, it's not like that, maybe she's just stressed from having to keep up with the shows and fans and stuff and that was her way of relieving some of the stress, yeah that's it.

She would never intentionally hurt him, she cares about him.

Right..?

✧Sometime later✧

Velvet and Veneer smiled as they basked in the people's praises and adorations for their last performance of the evening.

Velvet smirked as she glanced at her brother. "Oh don't you just love this Veneer, the cheer and praises from our fans, It feels so good to get all that attention."

Veneer nodded, the smile he had was a little strained, "Yeah I guess..."

Once they were out of sight, her smug smile turned into a frown as she turned to him.

"By the way..."

He flinched and awaited the unavoidable criticism coming his way.

"What's wrong with you lately?! you almost made me trip when you bumped into me earlier!"

Veneer winced, after several weeks of the same routine, the lack of sleep took a toll on him and his performance during the shows, his dancing moves were a bit sloppy but his singing seemed better than ever.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep well the last few days," he said, taking a seat on the couch to rest and catch his breath.

"Well you better find a solution to whatever is bothering you cause you're making ME look bad!" she huffed, her arms crossed and glaring at him.

Veneer nodded and rubbed his neck in thought, he was a bit nervous.

"Sis, There's something I need to talk with you about, it's important..." He began, he kept putting it off as much as he could, but he and Floyd figured that it was time, and he finally worked up the courage to talk to his sister about it.

Velevt hummed. "Out with it then."

"I was thinking that maybe we can...stop using the troll..?" he muttered, his voice too low and filled with uncertainty.

"Huh? Stop with the mumbling I can't hear shit." Velvet said, and she used the perfume bottle again, making the troll inside groan in agony.

"I don't want to use the troll anymore!"

........

Velvet paused, while the previously blue, now turned grey troll stared at him with a proud expression, a small glint of hope can be seen in his eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, they both flinched as the girl suddenly burst out laughing. "My god, this is THE funniest joke I've ever heard! you're a real comedian, brother."

"I'm not joking, this is serious."

Velvet scowled, their 'talent' had won them countless fans and everything they had ever wanted, to see her own brother have doubts now about their doings, it filled her with rage. "Why the sudden change of heart, Don't be stupid Venner, you know we can't."

"But we can practice!" He pressed on, he didn't want to go against her, and he knew Floyd was the source of their success and everything they have now, but he couldn't keep on like this either. "it might take a while but we'll finally be famous in our own right without having to resort to kidnapping anymore trolls and drain their talents, we can tell our fans that we're talking a small break so they won't suspect anything!" he added, desperation creeping into his voice trying to choose his words carefully to not make her even more mad.

He then pointed to the tired-looking troll. "I mean look at this guy, he looks rough and pale as heck, and not in a gorgeous Victorian way, I don't think we can use him for much longer anyway, and look! I can show y-" he said, about to show off the results of his hard work, but Velvet immediately interrupted him.

"Ooo so that's what this is about, I get it now."

He blinked. "You do?"

Velvet nodded, shaking the perfume bottle lightly. " You are worried about what are we gonna do after this one kicks the bucket, huh."

"What? no, I-"

"Well, I have a surprise for you little bro," she said, before turning to their assistant, who was standing in the corner. " Crimp!"

The little creature jumped slightly startled. "Y-yes?"

"Do you have the thing ready?" she asked.

"What thing? oh, you mean THAT thing! Of course one second I'll bring it in right away!" she said, running off as fast as she possibly could, leaving the two siblings behind.

"What was that about...?" Veneer muttered, he had a bad feeling about this.

Velvet grinned as she walked over to the closet nearby. "No need to worry, I have already got this covered, look!"

"What do you mean- What the hell!?" he yelled out in shock as she pulled out a small cage.

"We can't let our career get ruined just cause one pesky troll died, can we?" she said with a wicked grin on her face.

"You let us go right this second you little brat!!"

"John?!" Floyd yelled out, staring at his brothers in shock and horror, "Spruce, Clay? how did you all get captured?!"

"It's a long story."

"All of you shut it." Velvet hissed as she shook the cage angrily, causing the trolls inside to stumble back and cry out in pain.

Veneer was stunned.

"You captured more trolls..?"

Velvet looked proud of herself. " Yes, aren't I so great and thoughtful? there's more than enough for the two of us, we don't have to worry about losing our 'talent' anytime soon, now where the hell is Crimp?"

"I'm here!" Crimp called out as she ran back in, this time with two tops with huge shoulder pads.

Velvet nodded, before walking over and putting each of the struggling trolls into the empty spaces.

"Velvet... What is this?"

"Oh, this? we just have to press this little button here and voilà!" she said as she pressed the button, causing the trolls to groan in pain as they felt their talent being sucked while Crimp and Veneer watched in horror.

"You're smart Crimp, I'll give you that, but unfortunately..." she suddenly grabbed the wig and walked over to the closed, "I can't trust you anymore, so you'll stay here until we get a new assistant."

"Wait please no-!" Crimp yelped as she was roughly thrown inside the closet before it was closed.

Fuck, this couldn't be happening...

"Please sis, we can't be doing this! it's too cruel, how about we practice like I sugges-"

"Oh my dear stupid brother, I have already said that I DON'T want to work to be famous, and nothing will EVER change my mind, besides, if those little things escape and expose us we'll be done for," she said, walking over to him and glared at him, making him take a few steps back until his back hit the wall. "So, If you ever think of doing something stupid, just remember that you'll end up in jail just like me, and believe me when I say I'll make you regret it, got it?"

She then scowled, looking down at the trolls, to her, those annoying little creatures were nothing more than power resources. "As for you, don't worry, you won't be alone for long, even more of you will be joining you soon enough." Velvet hissed.

"Now make sure to take a long rest tonight, we have a big show tomorrow night, and you better not miss it up like today." she patted his head with a small mocking smile "And remember, you're 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 without me, if it wasn't for me you wouldn't have all this fame and money, and don't you forget it."

She then left before Venner could respond, leaving him staring after her in shock. The whole situation was getting out of control, and he knew better than anyone how dangerous she was.

He felt his knees give up as he slumped to the ground.

What was he going to do?

Floyd, who noticed the state he was in, turned to his brothers and placed his finger on his lips, signalling them to be quiet while he dealt with the situation.

they were confused, they raised an eyebrow at him but decided to keep quiet and wait to see what he was going to do.

Veneer lifted his head as he heard Floyd speak up. " Are you really gonna let her treat you this way..?" his voice was laced with concern. "family don't treat each other like this."

"I don't know anymore..."

Fuck.

Floyd cursed in his heart, all his actions and words those past 2 months were to stir up conflict between the twins, creating a rift between them in Veneer's heart just in case the girl refused to change her ways like now, he could see that he still cares about her a little bit, which made him panic, he needed to find a way to change his mind, and quick, or else he and his brothers are done for.

He just needed a little push.

" Look, Veneer, I know this situation is difficult for you, you care for your sister and want the best for her, but can't you see that she's using you?"

Hurt shone in the youth's eyes as Floyd continued. "She doesn't treat you as an equal, you're nothing but a pawn to her, she's only using you for her own benefits, and you're letting her do as she pleases, she doesn't care about you like you think she does, do you want to spend the rest of your life being controlled by someone who doesn't even respect you?"

He then delivered the final blow. "Is that what you truly want?"

Veneer felt a lump form in his throat, he wanted to deny what Floyd was saying, but a small part of him knew that it was true, he had been so caught up in trying to improve and prove himself to his sister that he was been ignoring the way she's been treating him, shrugging it off as her being stressed.

.......

He really couldn't deny it anymore, huh...

"Maybe you're right..." He finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "but I guess it doesn't matter what I think now, what else can I do? I still need to do whatever she says, If I let you guys go now, both of us will go to prison for tax fraud and other crimes, I have no choice in the matter."

"Wait." he suddenly said.

The green-haired boy groaned. "What now?"

There was a dangerous glint in the troll's eyes as he gave him a small smile." I think I know how to get you out of this situation scot-free."

"How..?"

"In order for this to work, I'll need your full cooperation and trust, it's not gonna be an easy thing for you, do you understand?"

The boy paused for a moment, considering his words, finally he nodded his head. " Yes, I understand, please tell me what to do."

Floyd nodded his head in approval. "Good, now first things first, let Crimp out."

Veneer did as he was told, he took the wig out, who was shaking in fear. " I swear I won't tell any-"

"Relax, we just need your help."

Crimp gulped, nodding her head, not daring to say anything else.

Floyd coughed as everyone gathered." now that everyone is here, what we need to do is..."

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And so here they are now, in the middle of the stage, surrounded by their fans and the now-free trolls.

Veneer tried to ignore Velvet's shocked and furious glare as he spoke again. "She wanted to be famous by all means necessary, though she lacked talent, so she kidnapped the trolls and forced both me and our assistant to cooperate with her, we had no choice but to play along and obey her orders."

Veneer looked around the stand as he said this, seeing all their faces filled with confusion and disbelief.

"What the hell do you think you're doi-" Velvet began but interrupted as Crimp jumped on her head before jumping again and landing beside him, she pushed up her glasses. "And I have the proof!" she said, pressing the button as the large TV showed yesterday's event, with Velvet shaking the cage containing the trolls and threatening him to keep quiet.

"Oh my god.."

"It's true then!"

"What a monster.."

"Those poor little creatures.."

Suddenly a loud screech startled them, Veneer gasped as Velvet jumped at him, wrapping her hands around his neck, squeezing tightly.

Velvet had mascara running down her cheeks from the tears as she growled. " YOU LITTLE BASTARD! HOW CAN YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS? YOU'RE IN THIS JUST LIKE ME! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY FUCKING SIDE!! HOW COULD YOU!"

The boy struggled to breathe, trying to hold Velvet off as she kept screaming insults at him.

Ritz, the DJ who interviews them regularly tried to get her off him but was punched in the face, making him stumble back and fall to the ground in pain.

One of the security guards immediately rushed in and tackled her off of him, dragging her away.

"You're coming with us miss," he said as the girl struggled furiously, causing him to tighten his grip around her arm and drag her out.

"Let's me go!! Veneer!!"

Veneer coughed as he tried to catch his breath, his hand touched his neck, which was now bruised and full of bloody nail marks.

"Are you okay?" Ritz asked.

"Yeah.. you?"

The DJ nodded as he held his broken nose. "Yeah, but damn that girl is strong, I can't feel my nose, gotta get that checked right away, bye!"

Veneer nodded as the guy rushed off, he suddenly felt a hand on his foot and looked down, seeing Floyd looking up at him with a proud smile. " You alright?"

Veneer smiled at him weakly, rubbing his neck. "I think so..."

"I know it wasn't easy for you, but you did the right thing," he said quietly, giving him a reassuring pat, watching Velvet getting dragged by the security guards, with her still hurling insults their way.

His plan worked better than he expected, now he and his brothers are free, and he got revenge on one of those two.

Veneer couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. " I guess.."

Huh.

This is strange..

He doesn't feel as sad as he thought he would.

Maybe this is a good thing.

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"Look there she is..."

"She still has the nerve to act like she's something."

"What a bitch."

The two girls flinched as Velvet turned her head in their direction, her eyes holding a cold anger behind them.

"If you have something to say say it to my face, got it?" she hissed, glaring daggers at them, they both quickly backed down and ran off.

Velvet scoffed. "That's what I thought."

She grabbed a tray and went to grab some food, she almost gagged at the smell, the food here was absolutely vile and awful.

And this.. thing, this dark brown prison outfit was so uncomfortable and looked horrible on her.

She thought, taking a seat at an empty table and grabbing her fork.

"And now our time for our rising star, Let's have a round of applause for Veneer!!"

What..!

Her head immediately snapped towards the TV that was hanging on the wall to her left.

She could see Veneer smiling and waving at the camera as the fans cheered for him, she felt sick, a mixture of anger and jealousy consumed her as she watched him perform on stage without the help of any trolls, she couldn't believe it, and she hated to admit, but he was amazing at it.

The feeling of injustice and anger was becoming too much to bear, and the sight of him singing and dancing so confidently, only served to remind her of everything she had lost, her wealth, glory, fans, and her position as a rising star in the industry.

When did he suddenly get good at singing?! he was just as bad as her a few months ago!

This wasn't fair.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘦!

𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰-

Oo I see what this is about-

Wait..

Is 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 what he was trying to show her back then?

Was he practising behind her back..?

Is this why his movement was a bit sloppy during those few times..

𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴..

His lack of sleep...

So that's why he had a sudden change of heart... he didn't need any trolls to begin with!

She growled, her thumb pressing on the fork until it bent under her pressure.

This wasn't fair, if he tried harder to show her back then she wouldn't be rotting in this damn prison in the first place, she would've been standing beside him, basking in the glory and fame that she know they deserved!

This wasn't fair..

This wasn't fair!

THIS WASN'T FAIR!!!

"Do you have anything you want to share with your fans?" kid Ritz asked him, handing him the microphone.

Veneer let out a nervous chuckle, his smile not reaching his eyes. "Well, I kind of miss my sister to be honest with you, I..tried to change her mind multiple times, I didn't want to do this to her, believe me, I wish things were different, but she...refused to listen, I wanted us both to be here today since we've always been there for each other, but..you know.."

He sighed. " I just want her to know that I still care about her deep down, and I hope that one day...we can get back to the way we used to."

.........

After a few minutes of silence, she finally let out a sob, her grip on the fork loosened, before slipping out of her hand and onto the floor.

'This isn't fair...'

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Kinda want to write more for those two and others ngl (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

#trolls #velvet and veneer #trolls floyd #manipulation #velvet trolls #trolls veneer

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