#if it’s bad I’ll fix it when I’m more awake dw

[memer-the-miner]

I heard you do techza prompts? Could you do immortal philza and techno, but techno dies and reincarnates but doesn't have his memories :D? But he slowly gains them back and falls in love with philza once again :]?

Idk if this is quite what you meant but I still hope you enjoy it. (Also I assumed this was a writing prompt)

Writing is long so it's under the cut-

Techno and Phil, Kings of the Antarctic Empire, were fighting off an ambush from a rival kingdom. So far they’ve killed most of them; only three remained. Techno was fighting one, Phil was fighting the second, the third was somewhere, injured, between the two kings. Techno slayed his opponent quickly, and he heard Philza kill his attacker too. Before he could turn around, his whole world stopped.

The sword pierced his chest in a single blow from behind. Techno heard the final soldier laugh. They were cut off by the sound of their own gurgling and the loud thump of their body hitting the snow packed ground. Before Techno fell, two arms caught him and held him close.

“Phil-“ he breathed out, barely able to focus on his love.

“I’m here, we can heal this, we have potion-“ Philza rushed out before Techno interrupted.

“I won’t survive Phil,” he said bluntly, he could taste the blood pooling in his mouth already. He spit it out before continuing. “Remember I’ll come back, maybe in 10 years, maybe in 100. But I’ll come back for you my Angel.”

Techno reached and put a hand on the side of Phil’s face, who pushed into the contact. Before Phil could say I love you, Techno’s hand went limp.

**********

Technoblade was walking to the convenient store a block from his apartment. His roots were showing and wanted to get more pink dye before his hair went fully brown.

He walked in and pulled his leather jacket a little tighter around his body. Why the hell do these stores need to be so cold, he thought to himself.

As he walked through the aisles, bee lining to the hair dye, a person caught his eye. It was an older man with blond hair, he wore an aviator jacket with some simple jeans.

It’s not like he was doing anything interesting, actually he seemed to just be debating on what type of soda to buy from the freezer in the back.

Techno doesn’t know why, but instead of getting hair dye like he wanted, he goes to talk to the man.

He learns a couple things; 1. The man had beautiful blue eyes, 2. He had a charming British accent, 3. His name was Phil, and 4. Techno wanted to talk to this guy again.

*******

Techno and Phil would meet up at parks or arcades, Techno was competitive and Phil seemed to like indulging him in competition. Somehow he always knew what Techno was going to do before he even did it. But that wasn’t Techno’s main concern.

Ever since he met Phil, he had been having strange dreams. Sometimes he was a King, in charge of a great empire, and sometimes he was a gladiator, fighting in the arena. But in each and every dream Phil was there. Techno never dreamed about people like that, actually he barely had dreams period. Either way Phil was the cause and he was going to get to the bottom of this.

********

Phil and Techno were talking and walking at the park for their tenth time, Techno hasn’t brought up his dreams; at this rate he doesn’t plan on doing so. That’s what made it so much worse.

The incident.

Phil had mentioned something about disliking winter and Techno had replied with, “if you didn’t like the winter why make an empire in the Arctic?” As soon as he said it he went to back track but Phil was staring at him in a weird way. Techno didn’t know if he thought he was weird or not but he wasn’t going to find out. Before Phil could say anything, Techno took off running.

*********

Techno had been having weird scenes flash into his head. He’s a king, he’s fighting, he’s dead. That’s some of them, the rest are… different. He’s dancing, he’s laughing, he’s in love. They feel so much like memories, but they definitely aren’t.

But maybe they could be. While Techno was googling his symptoms of being a weirdo with weird dreams, an article about reincarnation popped up. Being curious he decided to read it.

Maybe those dreams weren’t dreams at all.

********

Techno found himself walking back from the convenient store when he ran into a familiar face, one with blond hair and a British accent.

“Why did you run off?” He asked.

Techno hesitated, before settling on the truth

“Look I know you’ll think I’m weird but I’m pretty sure we met in a previous life where we were kings in the Arctic which why I said that weird line and you probably think I’m so weird and-“ Techno’s rambling was cutoff when Phil grabbed his wrist.

“How much do you remember?” Phil asked, his eyes brimming with hope.

“Not a lot,” Techno answered truthfully.

Phil smirked, “well, we should fix that shouldn’t we?”

********

It’s been a few months and Techno still hasn’t remembered everything but his past life, but he’s getting there. He and Phil moved into the same apartment, Phil suggested it may bring back more memories, which it did. Every few days Techno will unlock a new memory. But as exciting as that was, Techno got to spend time with Phil every day. He got to learn new things about him. Apparently where Techno reincarnated, Phil was immortal, Techno loved learning about the past from someone who actually lived through it all. And that he really loved crows, which Techno though was more important; mainly because it gave him ideas of gifts he could give Phil.

Either way, every day Techno falls in love with Phil a little more in two different ways. One time through the memories he gains from the past, where their married, in love, and powerful. And another time through the new memories they create together, where Techno learns about all the new things that Phil loves, and can love him in a new way.

[hyperpsychomaniac]

The Other Side of Me - Chapter 4

Darkwing Duck Fanfiction (90s Series)

The Negaverse Launchpad arrives in Saint Canard and announces his intention to take down Darkwing Duck in preparation for Negaduck’s arrival. Darkwing refuses to take the threat seriously, so Launchpad decides to take on his stronger, crazier, and downright dangerous counterpart himself.

Read Chapter 1 first.

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Gosalyn sat bolt upright on the sofa. It was the crack of thunder that had woken her. Rain roared against the roof. Someone had turned off the television. Maybe Dad was home. Except he would’ve moved her up to bed. Maybe the storm had shorted out the power. “Good thing I’m not scared of being left in the house by myself.” Lightning flashed, followed a split second later by another crack of thunder, this time directly overhead. Gosalyn jumped. “Great, now I am awake.” She stretched and yawned. Then sat back and listened to the rain. The steady thrum on the roof would soon make her feel drowsy again.

Amidst the sound of the storm, the rumble of an engine approached, and then pulled up in the driveway. It sounded like their car. But Dad wouldn’t take it out so late, and certainly not as Darkwing Duck. The engine shut off. After a suspiciously long moment, the car door slammed.

Gosalyn got up and switched on a lamp. So, the power was on. Even the dim light made her squint after the darkness, but it was enough to see by. She crept into the entrance hall. Dad hadn’t got around to yelling at her for leaving her baseball bat lying out on the floor. She picked it up and hefted it to her shoulder.

The front doorknob rattled. Gosalyn shifted her grip on the bat. The door swung open. Wind and rain whipped into the entrance hall. A big shape stood in the open doorway, then stepped over the threshold, dripping. Lightning flashed.

Gosalyn dropped her bat. “Launchpad?”

Launchpad gripped the doorframe. His other arm was wrapped tightly around his chest. One eye was swollen shut. He took two steps into the entrance hall and managed to grab the end of the stair’s banister. Then he slumped to his knees.

Gosalyn shut and locked the front door, then knelt in front of Launchpad. “Are you okay?”

Launchpad gulped in deep breaths, and each one made him shudder. He had a deep gash across his beak. It had stared to crust over, but still seeped pink mixed with rainwater.

Gosalyn put a hand to his cheek. “Launchpad? Where’s Dad? Is… is he…”

Launchpad squeezed her shoulder. “It’s okay. He’s okay. For now. He wasn’t there.”

His words brought relief. But right on its tail came a burning anger deep inside her. Gosalyn’s fists tensed. “Jerkface did this to you. Didn’t he?”

Launchpad nodded as he pushed himself almost upright, still gripping the banister. “We need to… warn DW…”

“Warn him about what?”

Launchpad squeezed his one good eye shut and looked away. “Gos, I really screwed up.”

“I’ll send him a message with the Flashquack. But you need to tell me what I’ve got to warn him about.”

Launchpad slumped back down, and Gosalyn gripped his shoulder. “I… I screwed up…” he finished weakly.

“I’ll tell him that you’re hurt, and he needs to come back home. Will that do?”

Launchpad nodded.

“Then I’ll get you a change of clothes, and the first aid kit, okay?”

“Need to lie down.”

“Can you make it to the sofa?”

Launchpad didn’t answer but pushed himself up shakily again. This time he made it to his feet.

Gosalyn didn’t want to leave him. She squeezed Launchpad’s hand quickly. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.” She rushed upstairs and sent the Flashquack with its message off first. Then she grabbed a wad of Launchpad’s clothes and the first aid kit. She’d griped when Dad had made her sit still for more than five minutes, so he could not only make sure she remembered where the kit was stashed in the bathroom, but list everything inside it too. Good thing she’d been half-listening. She ducked into the kitchen and filled up a big glass of water and added aspirin. Then she paused just outside the living room. “Launchpad? Can I come in?”

A second passed. Launchpad sniffed. “Yeah.” He’d taken off his wet clothes. They were in a damp pile next to the coffee table. He had Gosalyn’s blanket pulled up over his lap. He sat on the edge of the sofa, doubled over, arms wrapped tightly about his bare chest. His head hung, and he sniffed again.

“Here.” Gosalyn handed him the glass of water. He took it, but his hands trembled, and she had to help him hold the glass, so he didn’t slosh water all over the place. When he finished, she dragged the coffee table over and sat on its edge. Then she took his head in her hands and gently lifted it up. “What happened?”

“I thought I could talk to him, Gos. Talk him out of hurting DW.”

“Talk to him! I thought we agreed he was a jerkface?”

Launchpad gave a half-hearted shrug. “He’s still me.”

“You’d never do something like this to anybody. Even if they deserved it.”

“Negaduck made him burn all his planes.”

Gosalyn slowed as she came out of the first aid kit with a bottle of antiseptic. “You… love aeroplanes.”

“Yeah. He does too.”

Her gaze hardened. “That’s still no excuse.” She started to clean up Launchpad’s beak. He flinched, but then forced himself to still and didn’t complain. If only Dad could be this cooperative when she tried to help him out. She stuck on a thick plaster, then gently tilted Launchpad’s head to check her work.

He still wouldn’t make eye contact.

“Should I call a doctor or something?” That was the extent of Gosalyn’s first aid skills, and she was pretty sure Launchpad was hurt more than a band aid could solve. She just didn’t know what else she was supposed to do.

“I just need to lie down.” Launchpad shifted his weight down onto the sofa, then grunted. He grabbed a cushion and hugged it to his chest, then lay down carefully. His shoulders heaved as he caught his breath.

“Don’t worry. Dad’ll be home soon.”

“I shouldn’t have gone by myself. I should’ve just told DW…”

“Yeah, because that Launchpad’s a jerkface.”

“No, I…” Launchpad choked, “I screwed up.”

It was the third time he’d said that. Gosalyn squeezed his shoulder. “Launchpad, it’s okay, its only me. Just tell me what happened.”

Launchpad buried his face against the sofa as faint sobs shook his shoulders.

***

Darkwing rumbled up on the Ratcatcher and pulled past their car into the garage. He really did not like taking the motorbike to his home. But it’d been far closer than going back to Darkwing Tower and returning that way. At least it was the dead of night, and along with the storm, it was highly unlikely the Muddlefoots would be out in their yard doing who knew what.

As he approached the front door, Darkwing felt his apprehension, along with this annoyance, rising. Gosalyn had sounded pretty upset. He’d sort out Launchpad, and then get the incriminating evidence out of this garage and back to Darkwing Tower quick smart. But those two had better have sent him that message for a darned good reason.

Darkwing slipped in the front door, and shook out his hat, grumbling. “Should’ve just called it a night earlier. Stupid storm.”

“Dad! Shh.”

“Gos, now what are you still doing up anyway?”

His daughter glared up at him, hands on hips. “I was sitting with Launchpad. Keep your voice down.”

Darkwing scowled. If Launchpad was up, he couldn’t have been hurt that bad. “I left him fixing the Thunderquack. What did he do, drop the engine block on himself again?”

“Dad.” Gosalyn tugged on his sleeve as he headed for the living room. “He only just fell asleep.”

Only a lamp was on. In the dim light, the mound of a blanket propped up by a broad shoulder rose and fell faintly.

Darkwing drew to a halt. “LP?”

Gosalyn released his sleeve.

Darkwing sat down on the very edge of the sofa and put an arm around Launchpad’s back. His breathing was steady, but there was a ragged edge to it that hinted his sleep was not as peaceful as it looked. Gosalyn had stuck a plaster across the top of his beak, and one of his eyes was bruised and swollen. Darkwing gently rubbed his back, and Launchpad shifted slightly, but otherwise he was dead to the world. “What happened to him?”

“He wouldn’t really tell me,” said Gosalyn. “But it was jerkface, wasn’t it?”

Darkwing swallowed hard. “Of course it was.” Where had Launchpad even found him? And why hadn’t he come looking for help when he figured it out? Darkwing already knew the answer. Launchpad had warned him his doppelganger was dangerous. And he’d ignored him. Launchpad may not have been the sharpest tool in his toolbox, but he wasn’t stupid enough to come to him for help after he’d so clearly blown him off before.

If only he’d taken him seriously. He hadn’t even let him explain what had happened in the Thunderquack’s cockpit. Darkwing had been unconscious; so how could he know better? Whether Launchpad had been right or wrong, it didn’t matter anyway. If Darkwing had heard him out, at least he would’ve been there to stop him taking on the Negaverse Launchpad alone. No, he could not blame his sidekick for this one. “Aw, LP, you’re really hurt, aren’t you? I’m sorry.”

Darkwing sat with Launchpad for a moment more, to be sure he was sleeping as peacefully as could be hoped and didn’t need any more immediate help than Gosalyn had already provided. And working up the motivation to tear himself away when he just wanted to be here for his friend. He’d screwed that up already.

Darkwing stood to his feet and moved back into the entrance hall. He balled up a fist and smacked it against the banister as loud as he dared. “Thanks for patching him up, Gos. Are you okay?”

Gosalyn’s eyes narrowed. “Me? I’m fine. But what about Launchpad?” She jabbed a finger at the living room. “He got in a fight with jerkface. Where were you?”

“I…” Darkwing’s shoulders slumped. “We had an argument. He kept trying to tell me jerk… the other LP was dangerous, but I was sick of both of them, so I left him fixing the Thunderquack. And then…” He shrugged. “I got your message. He must’ve figured out where his double was.”

“Well, obviously he is dangerous. If I could just get my hands on him… look what he did.” Gosalyn glanced back at the living room, then sniffed and quickly wiped her balled up fist across her face.

“Aw, kiddo.” Darkwing ruffled a hand through her hair. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with all this. I’m sorry.”

Gosalyn tolerated it for a second, then pushed his hand away. “It’s not me you need to apologise to.”

“I know. Don’t worry. I’m going to fix this. Are you sure you can handle looking after Launchpad? It looks like he’s okay for now, but someone should keep an eye on him. If he’s still bad in the morning you can call our doctor. The numbers on the fridge.”

“I know where it is. You’ve drilled it into my head enough times. But what are you going to do?”

Darkwing squared his shoulders. “I’m going after the guy who thought he could beat up my sidekick and get away with it.”

“Dad! Launchpad said you had to come home.”

“Because he was hurt. No offense, I know you were freaking out a bit, but your message was a bit cryptic.”

“I wasn’t freaking out. I was worried about Launchpad. But he told me I had to warn you, that you needed to come home…”

“Did he say why?”

Gosalyn frowned and rubbed at her arm. “No. He just kept saying he’d screwed up. I tried to ask him how, but he just got really upset, and, Dad, I’ve never seen him like that. I know he can get sappy about silly movies and stuff, but this was different.”

Darkwing’s chest tightened. He’d fallen way short. And Launchpad was the one beating himself up. Figuratively; and his double had done it to him literally. “Aw, sweetheart, he’s had a rough night. He’s hurt. He just needs to sleep, then he’ll be okay. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

Darkwing wrapped his cape about his shoulders, pulled his hat low, and stepped back outside. The Ratcatcher started up with a roar; he didn’t even try to keep the engine noise low in the quietly sleeping neighbourhood. “No one bullies my sidekick. I’ll show that jerk dangerous.” The rear tyre spun, and Darkwing tore off into the damp dark night.

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Group Texts Are Ridiculous (Or, Five-0 Starts a Group Text)

McDanno, T, A03

Summary:  After Steve leaves Oahu to go find himself, Five-0 starts a group text to keep in touch while Steve’s away.  Picks up after the end of Season 10.

Notes:  This story is set in the present, following 10x22, but there’s no COVID in it.  I wanted it to be fun.  The story is complete and will be posted over the next few weeks.  Many thanks as always to my awesome beta, @perryavenue. And apologies in advance for any formatting errors on tumblr, I spent forever fixing it up for A03 and it probably won’t translate easily at this point!

Chapter 1

April 2, 2020

Group message:  Tani Rey, Junior Reigns, Lou Grover

TR:  You guys going over to Steve’s to say goodbye tomorrow?

 JR:  Yeah.  Still think we should have a party.

 LG:  The man’s had two parties and a lunch already – how many send offs does he need?

 JR:  I don’t know, he didn’t seem to like them very much.  Maybe he needs a better one.  With just us.

 TR:  He’ll be fine.  Plus, there’s not really any time left.

 JR:  What about tonight?  He’s not coming in today, right?

 TR:  He’s got plans, Junes.

 JR:  He does?  I thought he said he had work to do around the house?  We could bring pizza and beer, help him out.

 LG:  He’s got plans with Danny.

 JR:  Danny won’t mind the help – he’d be happier supervising, anyway.

 TR:  Lou, what are we going to do with him?

 LG:  No idea.  Nothing’s worked so far.

 JR:  Are you guys talking about me?  That’s not very cool.  At least fill me in.

 TR:  Sweet Junes, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m not sure we can help.

 LG:  But bring that beer over to my place tonight, and I’ll do my best.

 TR:  I’ll bring chips.

  April 3, 2020

 JR:  Okay now I feel really bummed out.  Why did Steve leave Danny down on the beach like that?  We should have had a party.

 TR:  Chill, Junes, he’ll be ok.  He’s just sad.

 JR:  Do you mean Danny or Steve?

 LG:  Yes.

 JR:  But Steve is the one who decided to leave, he shouldn’t be sad – I don’t get it.

 LG:  It’s not a straightforward situation.

 TR:  Good one, Lou.

 JR:  I feel like I’m still missing something.

 TR:  Wouldn’t be the first time.

 JR:  Hey, should we add Adam to the text?  Because he’s standing over there petting Eddie and it feels kind of awkward that we’re all texting.

 TR:  Sure, Adam is definitely sort of not really barely on Five 0 these days… why not add Jerry while you’re at it?

 JR:  Okay.

 LG:  I think Tani was joking.  But we should add Danny and Steve, it’ll give us an easy way to keep in touch while Steve’s away.

 TR:  You think it’ll work?

 LG:  Look at that sad boy down there on the beach.  It couldn’t hurt.

 TR:  Sounds good.

 JR: …so should I add Adam or not?

  April 5, 2020

 JR has changed the name of the group text to Keeping in Touch with Commander McGarrett

 JR:  How’s your trip so far, Commander?

 SM:  No need to be so formal, Junior.  And good, thanks.  Ran into an old friend.

 TR:  Wow, so we’re going to start with that, are we?  You know Danny’s in the chat, right?

 DW:  How do you think Chin knew Steve’s flight info?

 TR:  Wait, so the old friend was Chin?

 SM:  Yeah, Catherine was surprised, too.  She thought I was going to Tahoe with her.  Not sure where she got that idea.

 DW:  Careful what you say, there are kids present.

 SM:  I didn’t say anything bad.

 DW:  You were thinking it.

 LG:  Not to change the subject or anything, but how are Abby and Sara doing?

 SM:  They’re great.  Sara’s adorable.  Smart as a whip, too.  

 DW:  You gonna stay in San Fran a while?

 SM:  Yeah, a week or two.  See the sights.  I hear they have some great Italian restaurants.

 DW:  Now you’re just being mean.

 SM:  Nothing could rival your lasagna, Danny.

 DW:  Aw, you’re forgiven.

 SM:  Anyway, thanks for giving Chin the heads up that I was coming, Danny.

 DW:  No problem.  Had to make sure you weren’t going to immediately start free climbing rock faces or something.  Need to at least let the jet lag settle.

 LG:  Say hi to the Kelly clan for me, will you?

 SM:  Of course.  Gotta go, Abby and Sara want to take me to Alcatraz.

 DW:  By boat, right?

 SM:  Danno, people swim away from Alcatraz, not to it.

 DW:  Leave it to you to start a new trend.

  <b>April 24, 2020</b>

 <i>JR has changed the name of the group text to</i> <b>Keeping in Touch with Steve</b>

 SM:  Hey, just want to let you guys know that I’m going to be out of contact for a while.

 DW:  As opposed to the past few days, when you answered approximately 5% of my texts?

 LG:  You headed out into the woods?

 SM:  Desert, but yeah.  Gonna do some camping.

 DW:  Maybe you’ll see a bear.  Beat some sense into you.

 JR:  Are there bears in the desert?

 TR:  No, but there are snakes.  And spiders. Be careful, those things can be vicious.

 DW:  Yeah, careful is his middle name.

 JR:  What’s Danny so mad about?

 TR:  Not the time, Junes.

 DW:  I’m not mad, I just know how he is.  He’s probably hoping to see some snakes.  Maybe shoot a rattler, cook one over his campfire.

 SM:  I have no intention of shooting anything, I’m just going camping.

 DW:  Since when is going anywhere without shooting something fun for you?

 SM:  I’m not exactly here to have fun.

 TR:  Um, Steve, you okay?

 SM:  Signing off.  Talk to you guys later.  Give Eddie a hug for me, I miss that big guy.

  April 25, 2020

 TR:  Junes, you awake?

 JR:  Yes, are you?

 JR:  That was a joke, I know you’re awake, you texted me first.

 JR:  This is just a text between us, right?

 TR:  Yeah, it’s just us.  Lou and I are done with the stake-out, we handed it off to HPD.  Lou’s driving me home.

 JR:  Did you talk to him about Danny and Steve?  Danny seemed pissed in the group text.  What’s going on?  

 TR:  I tried, but if Lou knows what’s going on, he’s being unusually tight lipped.

 JR:  I wish Danny was back at work.  It’s weird with both him and McGarrett not there.

 TR:  He’s got at least another two weeks until his ribs heal enough to get cleared to return to active duty, at least that’s what he told me yesterday.

 JR:  Can’t he come back to headquarters, though?  I would have thought he’d want to come back, especially with him being in charge now.

 TR:  Temporarily in charge.

 JR:  Yeah, whatever.  Didn’t really sound like that when the governor stopped by, did it?

 TR:  I don’t know, Junior, I really don’t.  But Danny doesn’t really seem eager to get back to work.  Maybe he’s had it with us.

 JR:  With Five-0?  You think he’s gonna do the restaurant thing again?

 TR:  No, that was a disaster.

 JR:  Well, I hope Danny comes back to Five-0.  Otherwise Adam might think he’s got a permanent spot.

 TR:  You really don’t like Adam much, do you?

 JR:  I don’t know, he seems to have an explanation for everything.  But I don’t trust him.  Not like Steve and Danny.

 TR:  I miss them too.  But Danny’s around anytime you want to talk to him.  He whispered in my ear for two hours yesterday when I was questioning that record store owner who tried his hand at money laundering.

 JR:  But Steve’s been pretty out of touch.

 TR:  I think that was the idea of his trip.  It’s definitely going to be a long summer.

 JR:  You think Steve won’t be back until fall?

 TR:  That’s my bet.  September, refreshed and ready to go.  But I really don’t have a clue.  What do you think?

 JR:  Sooner than September, that’s ages, Tani.  Why does he need to be away so long?

 TR:  You’d have to ask him.

 JR:  Tani?

 TR:  Yeah?

 JR:  One more thing… I think we forgot to put Quinn in the text group.

 TR:  Shit.

 May 4, 2020

 LG:  Grace has got skills, Danny.  She’s beating Steve at his own game!

 TR:  Um, what are you talking about, Lou?

 LG:  Steve and Grace went surfing in L.A.  Big waves, too.  Didn’t you see the pics on Facebook?

 DW:  You’re showing your age, Lou.  Facebook is for old people.

 LG:  Grace posted on it, she’s not old.

 DW:  She only puts pics on there when she wants her parents and grandparents to see them.  They’re carefully curated.

 TR:  Why am I not Facebook friends with Grace?  I feel left out.

 JR:  Ditto.

 DW:  You should both feel free to friend her.  I’m sure she’d friend you back.

 TR:  I’ll look for her insta instead.  Probably get better stuff.

 LG:  Do you even know Grace?

 TR:  Rude.

 JR:  Ditto again.

 DW:  That’s the same thing.

 JR:  No, I’m actually saying ditto for the second time.

 LG:  This group text is more ridiculous than Grace’s sanitized Facebook page.  

 TR:  At least if Steve’s surfing we know he made it out of the desert.

 LG:  On a horse with no name.

 DW:  Now you really sound old.

 TR:  Dad joke alert.

 LG:  What’s wrong with dad jokes?  I am a dad, after all.  I’m quite proud of being a dad.  I deserve to make dad jokes.

 TR:  Try making better ones, at least.

 LG:  Danny, you’re a proud dad.  Back me up here.

 DW:  Proud, yes.  As uncool as you, no.  

 TR:  Settle down, you’re both old and uncool, no need to get worked up about it.

 DW:  Fine.  This old guy is staring at some very nice looking steaks, and was planning on lighting the grill soon.  Assuming you’re still willing to eat my food despite my advanced age.

 JR:  Tani and I are getting in the car now, we’ll stop for beer on the way. Jerry said he was coming, too, and bringing fruit salad with no pineapple, just for you.

 DW:  Yet another reason I like Jerry.  And did you guys talk to Quinn and apologize for not including her in the group text?

 TR:  I did, and she actually seemed relieved not to have to deal with us all outside of work.

 DW:  Seriously?

 TR:  No, of course not.  I already added her.  She’s on now.

 QL:  Hi guys.  Danny, thanks for inviting me.  I’m bringing margaritas and guac.

 DW:  See, already glad you’re in the chat.  Sorry Tani forgot you.

 TR:  I did not forget Quinn!  

 LG:  Tani has been suitably repentant, Danny, don’t worry.  And do put my name on two of those steaks - Renee made her special chocolate cake with mocha buttercream.  We’ll be there soon.

 DW:  Does your wife think I’m dying or something?  She only makes that cake when someone’s sick.

 TR has changed the name of the group text to Chocolate Cake For the Detective’s Soul

 TR:  Maybe she thinks it’ll make your ribs heal faster, so you can come back to work and make sure Lou doesn’t do anything stupid.

 DW:  Tani, not for nothing, but it’s not Lou I’m worried about.

 TR:  That building wasn’t that tall.  I landed in the pool, and apprehended the suspect on the way down.

 DW:  I rest my case.

[firesidefantasy]

burning (a school down) for you

honestly just some fluffy bullshit with some more bullshit piled on the top for a lovely, well rounded bullshitty experience. enjoy.

ft. the monster house verse, kenzi & harlow, and some concerned phillip

"you're human," he said, pacing back and forth across the cold, dusty room.

"yeah, last i heard," she said.

"you look human," he came to a stop in front of her. she scrunched her face as it was prodded and poked. "your ears look human. you can always tell a human by their ears."

"then what's the problem?"

"the problem?" he furrowed his brow and crossed his arms over his checked sweatered chest. "the problem is that humans cannot, and should not, be capable of burning their school down."

she smiled sheepishly. "oops?"

24 HOURS EARLIER

harlow stifled a yawn with her hand. voices continued droning on in the background, but she wasn't really listening as she picked up her black biro and continued to play noughts and crosses on the back of her hand. the clock ticked slowly, she swore it was a few minutes behind. next to her, a boy was playing solitaire on his laptop. in front, two girls talking about their weekend plans. harlow felt another yawn coming on as her eyes flickered closed.

and then her phone buzzed. she startled awake and sat up straight, clearing her throat as she grabbed her phone. harlow rubbed her eye with one hand and scrolled with the other.

come to the back stairs on fourth? why does she want me to come to the back stairs on fo- oh. french supply teacher. classic kenzi.

harlow stuffed her phone in her pocket and her notebook in her bag. the teacher barely looked her way as she walked out of the classroom.

friday politics was on the second floor, so harlow made her way up two flights of stairs, down a couple of corridors, and over to the back stairs on fourth. she grabbed a packet of crisps from a vending machine on the way. her mouth was full of doritos as she nudged her foot against her best friends leg and watched her jump right out of her skin.

"fuck, harlow," kenzi muttered, pulling the earbuds out of her ears and sitting up straight. she eyed the doritos in harlow's hand. "gimme one?"

"sorry babe, they're not vegan," harlow sniggered. she sat down next to her on the stairwell and grabbed another handful. "better luck next time."

"fuck you," kenzi muttered. she brushed a few strands of light pink out of her eyes and yawned. "today has been the longest day of my life."

"you say that every day."

"well i mean it today," she shrugged. "photography took six years off my life and this french supply is useless, and basically i don't know why i came in today because it's all been utterly pointless."

"isn't that just college, though?" harlow said through a mouthful of crisps.

"fucking pointless?" kenzi sighed. "yeah, pretty much. it's not like i even need a levels. don't know why i bother."

"cause your dad would be mad if you didn't?"

"maybe," kenzi shrugged. "i dunno if he'd care. toby's his real son, and toby's smart as fuck. i doubt i'll even pass my a levels."

"dude," harlow shoved her arm, "shut the fuck up. you're smart as shit, and you're way prettier than toby, so-"

"oh, shut up," kenzi smiled. "kai seems to think he's pretty."

"well i think you're pretty, and i'm smarter than kai."

kenzi rolled her eyes. "you're an idiot."

"you say that a lot."

"that's cause it's true."

"uh huh," harlow grinned. she stretched her legs out and let her foot fall against kenzi's, lightly scratching her leg with the side of her shoe. "i like your jeans. and that top. is it new?"

"don't think you can charm me into a good mood," kenzi muttered, smiling besides herself at the compliments. she adjusted the pink crop top and shrugged. "it is new. but today still sucks."

"that's valid," harlow said, "but at least you're crushing it in a cute new crop top. you're a girl, being hot is all that really matters anyway. didn't you get that memo?"

"oh yeah, right," kenzi rolled her eyes. "forgot about that. guess i'm just going to have to find a rich man when i fail all my a levels then."

"you know, i've always admired that about you, kenz. always looking on the bright side of things."

kenzi let out a long sigh and dropped her head onto harlow's shoulder. "today still sucks. i want to get out of here. college makes me feel like i'm drowning, sometimes."

"cause there's too much work? or cause you're constantly walking through mists of axe body spray?"

"both," kenzi smiled, closing her eyes, "definitely both."

"also valid," harlow hummed. she let her head rest on top of kenzi's and thought. "we can fuck off and find somewhere else to go. i don't have anywhere to be."

"you have another class after this. you're meant to be in class right now. i'm just a bad influence on you."

"you're hot though," harlow shrugged. "and politics is hardly a class anyway. more of a colossal waste of time."

"what isn't?" kenzi muttered. "are you sure you want to skip? your parents won't kill you if they find out?"

"nah, they're pretty chill," harlow patted her leg and started to stand up. "come on. we can go hide in the arcade or the back of boardwalk diner. you love boardwalk diner."

"they do do really good salads," kenzi agreed, pouting as she got to her feet.

harlow shook her head. "i will never understand how your mind works."

"that's the dream, baby," kenzi blew a kiss, taking a few steps backwards and grinning at harlow, who was raising a hand to give kenzi the finger when she saw an older gentlemen rushing up the stairs.

"kenz watch ou-" harlow cringed as kenzi stepped back and knocked into the man, sending his papers flying all over the landing and his coffee spilling onto the floor. she turned around and started bumbling out apologises. the man fixed her with a glare.

"kenzi?" he cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest. "i don't suppose you're supposed to be in class right now?"

ten minutes later, harlow was back in politics. the clock was still ticking.

tick tock. tick tock. tick-

"harlow? harlow!"

she snapped back to reality.

"what?"

the woman sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "what's the difference between the shallow green and deep green view on sustainability?"

harlow sighed and sat up straight. "i dunno. deep greens want a revolution?"

"yes, that's true. they believe a revolution is the only way to achieve sustainability. and harry- what do the shallow green's want?"

harlow sighed and slumped back down in her chair. she scratched at her hand and tugged at her jacket and watched the ticking of the clock.

tick tock. tick tock.

harlow's phone buzzed. multiple texts from kenzi, none of them particularly positive. she slumped deeper into her chair and hid her phone beneath the desk.

h: i'll get you out of that class dw

k: that guy's here again and he won't leave me alone i s2g i'm dropping out i can't deal with this shit

h: hang on ok i'll be there i promise

harlow rubbed her face. she hated that deep itching inside of her when she knew kenzi wasn't okay and there was nothing she could do. she scratched at her wrist and stared at the clock.

tick tock. tick tock.

she had to find a way out of there. she had to find kenzi a way out of there.

her hands started itching.

she had to get out of there.

harlow scratched at her palms. they burned, but the rest of her was freezing. her palms looked red. harlow stopped scratching. she didn't know what was happening.

the smell of smoke made her nose itch. a couple of classmates looked over. it wasn't until they screamed that harlow noticed the black smoke pouring from her notebook.

she jumped back and banged her arm against the wall. smoke started pouring from the crumbling wallpaper, flickers of fire emerging from her notebook, glowing light beginning to appear wherever she touched.

screams and an ear-piercing bell echoed behind her but harlow's world narrowed to the glowing red of her hands and the burning in her nose.

a hand on her shoulder herded her out of the classroom. harlow walked down the stairs without noticing that she'd taken a single step. her palms burned and now the door was on fire and smoke was pouring from that wall and her palms still itched and her eyes watered from the smoke. she paced outside on the concrete as crowds of teenagers pushed past her.

"harlow- harlow-" kenzi shook her shoulders. harlow blinked and the light around her eyes began to settle, kenzi's face coming into focus. she clenched her fists and stared.

"what's going on? i don't- my hands hurt-"

"i have no fucking clue," kenzi grinned, looking up at the burning building, "but i could fucking kiss whichever idiot did this."

harlow stared, "i'd be okay with that." she looked up at the crumbling building. "i'd be- my hands are burning. do you smell smoke?"

"sure. there's smoke everywhere," kenzi shrugged. "let's get out of here before we get stuck down with everyone else. you owe me the biggest ass salad the boardwalk can make." she grabbed harlow's wrist and pulled her away from the building.

PRESENT TIME

“wait- you started the fire?" kenzi walked further into the kitchen.

harlow shrugged.

"it appears so," phillip nodded, glancing hastily at his daughter. "and what have i told you about snooping?"

"how did harlow start the fire?" kenzi brushed past him. "she's- we're human. we don't start fires, unless you're keeping some massive ass secrets from me. are you keeping some massive ass secrets from me? i cannot deal with a repeat of the chocolate cake disaster."

"my hands were burning," harlow shrugged, sitting up on the counter top, "and then so was everything else."

"it shouldn't be possible," philip said with a clenched jaw. "i'm not quite sure what to make of it."

kenzi frowned. "the witches can't find out about this. nobody can find out about this-"

"i know, i know," phillip hummed. "i know. i have suzie on damage control. it's going to be fine."

"who knew one chick could fuck things up so bad, huh?" harlow swung her leg up to nudge kenzi's thigh.

"kinda iconic," kenzi muttered, watching her father begin to pace the length of the kitchen. she paused and then, all at once, she was standing between harlow's legs and pressing her lips softly against her best friend's. harlow made a surprised noise against kenzi's lips and kenzi pulled back before harlow could stop her.

"wha- what was that for?" harlow asked, wrapping her fingers in the pink fabric of kenzi's crop top.

"i said i'd kiss the idiot who burned down the school," kenzi shrugged. she leaned up and pressed her lips to harlow's cheek. "and i am nothing if not a woman of my word."

harlow grinned. "if i'd known all i had to do to get you to kiss me was burn the school down, i would've done it a lot sooner."

kenzi flipped her off.

harlow leaned down and pulled her in for another kiss.

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Chapter Two: Shakedown

Description: A tale of two young, haywire carousers and their turbulent relationship. Party girl Angelica Davis likes to think she has a love for chaos, but, perhaps the chaos of new-found love Nikki Sixx is just too much to handle.

Word Count: 1,975

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex and drugs/alcohol

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Notes: Wow! I made another chapter of the thing I said would probably never get another chapter. Look at me go, man. Sometimes even I can’t tell if I’m being sarcastic or not lmao. Anyways, enjoy chapter two. This fic is pretty slow moving but I’ll fix that in the next few chapters dw <3

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Thump. Thump. Thump.

Fuck.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Fuck. Off.

Thump. Thump. Thu-

“You planning on coming through that fucking door T-Bone?” Nikki tried shouting, but his voice was hoarse.

“Come on Nikki, you’ve been in there since I woke up! You’re not the only one that needs to shower!” Tommy roared back, audibly agitated.

What Nikki’s roommate didn’t realise was that he wasn’t actually showering. He was barely even awake. Instead, he lay in the bathtub naked with his fuck-buddy of choice from last night. The two had retreated to the tub in the hours after their...antics.

“Be out in a sec,” Nikki grumbled back to his roommate. He was less than comfortable in his current position, but the thought of moving didn’t really entice him either. He heard Tommy huff from outside the door and strop down the hall.

Angelica stirred in her sleep, pressing her slim figure closer to Nikki’s. She grazed her hand over his bare chest and opened her eyes, dark make-up visibly smudged from last night. The fact that she was completely naked, although it did dawn on her, didn’t exactly bother her. She’d always been confident in her looks; always willing to show off to anyone that’d pay attention. And for Angelica, that was usually a lot of people.

“Mornin,” she murmured, yawning slightly into Nikki’s chest. Their legs were still intertwined as they lay facing each other, her head resting on his chest while his free arm draped around her waist. It was a cramped space, but neither really seemed to mind. Even sober.

“Tommy’s outside. Wants a shower.”

Angelica took that statement as a  ‘please get off of me’ and nodded, beginning to sit up in the confined space. After a short struggle, the two were stood in the bathroom; Nikki covering his nether region with one hand as he bent down to grab his trousers with the other.

Angelica rolled her eyes and smiled as she buttoned her now grubby black leather trousers. “You acting shy now, huh?”

Nikki laughed lightly, though his attention was mostly focused on the half-naked girl in front of him bending down to reach for her shirt.

“That I am not.” He earned a small chuckle in response as he began buttoning up his red shirt.

After succeeding in getting dressed semi-quickly, the two made their way out of the bathroom and into the living room where Tommy and Vince were sitting watching TV. Tommy sat on the edge of the sofa, cream-coloured towel in hand, but was too focused on the news channel to notice the pair walking in. Neither of the two wore a smile - or a frown for that matter - just a tired and lifeless expression.

“Well look who decided to join us,” Vince nodded towards the hallway the two had shuffled down, their heads hanging low to avoid the bright lights in the room.

“Angelica,” Tommy looked over, his eyebrows raised in shock.

“Looks like you’ve already met my bassist then.” He stated, knowing the girl would internally face-palm herself as part of her immediate reaction.

She didn’t tend to have have sex with Tommy’s friends anymore. Not after they boasted to Tommy a little too often about the details of the things they had done to her. Especially not after it ended in Tommy and a friend throwing punches at each other in the middle of the strip because of his refusal to put a pin in the conversation topic.

However it wasn’t out of jealousy, because Tommy and Angelica could have had each other if they’d wanted to. They just didn’t. And even that one time they did fuck, it wasn’t because of attraction or lust. It was merely a rebound for him; a way to fuck the other chick out of his system. Angelica offered, too.

“Apparently so,” she mumbled in return, wandering over to beside Tommy and punching his shoulder lightly. He smiled, jokingly punching hers in return. He didn’t linger for long, instead rising from his position on the edge of the dirty beige couch and making his towards the shower.

It left the three in an awkward position, Angelica not really knowing neither of the boys and Nikki being too uncomfortable to introduce them. Or perhaps he had just forgotten her name. That seemed more likely.

Usually girls who spent the night hadn’t known any of the guys beforehand, so nobody felt bad for throwing them out. But it was apparent that Tommy knew her, so they thought it was only fair not to treat Angelica like the usual suspects.

That left Vince with one option, and one option only. He stood up from his spot on the couch and stuck out his hand, “Vince.”

“Angelica, Tommy’s friend,” she said, giving a small smile and shaking the blond’s hand firmly. A look of confusion spread across his face.

“The one with the Zeppelin tattoo on her ass,” she rolled her eyes playfully as a grin spread wide across Vince’s face. He knew exactly who she was.

Nikki was silent during this ordeal, taking himself to the kitchen and sipping at what was left of the orange juice. Though, his ears did prick up at that statement and his mind wandered back to last night. To how he saw every inch of her, and in every position, too. She had a good body, there’s no denying. And the tattoo, well, that just made her even hotter.

A drunken Robert Plant tattoo wasn’t exactly seen as ‘hot’ by Angelica’s other friends, though in the heat of the moment Nikki became rather fond of the addition.

“Bet Nikki enjoyed seeing that one,” Vince joked and looked over to Nikki as he returned to sit beside him on the couch.

“Fuck you,” Nikki sneered back, taking a large gulp out of the orange juice carton he’d brought back with him. Well, someone wasn’t a morning person. Or an early afternoon person, considering it was already past twelve.

Vince squeezed his roommate’s shoulders lightly, whispering something in his ear that went unheard by Angelica. He then offered to give the girl a ride home after Tommy got out of the shower which, despite being a nice offer, wasn’t something Angelica really liked the idea of. She got travel sick at the best of times, so getting into a car with a near-enough stranger while hungover was essentially a no-go on her part. Instead, she decided to escape from the apartment while Tommy was in the process of getting dressed so as to avoid the teasing that was sure to ensue.

Saying goodbye to the guys was awkward to say the least. She met Mick on her way out, who she now knew as the band’s guitarist. He dealt with things a bit better than the others, making sure that she had a key to get back into her apartment.

Nevertheless, to say she was thankful to be back home was an understatement. The minute she banged her front door shut her heels were off and a beer was in-hand. Her roommates were quick to ask her about last night; what she did after they split up or, more accurately, who she did. Valerie, as per usual when one of the girls told her they had hooked up with someone, wanted to know every last detail. Except, Angelica couldn’t really remember much. The parts she did were...eventful, to say the least.

Nancy just huffed, saying that when she had seen Nikki at a bar a couple months back he paid no attention to her. It sounded unusual to Angelica, that he wouldn’t go for Nance. She was petite, blue eyed, and looked fine as hell in a tiny black skirt. What more could a guy ask for?

They had decided against going out for lunch - it was too much effort to walk into back down town and none of them had a car. They did still have the stranger’s keys from last night, but even that had the girls at a loss considering none of them could remember where the car was parked. No, ordering pizza was a definitely a safer option.

So there they sat, engrossed in a new episode of Happy Days, sprawled out on top of each other on their little red couch. The door knocked and Angelica peeled herself off the couch to open it, grabbing a few bills from the side table for the delivery man. The other two were too focused on the episode to even hear the door go. Typical.

She swung the door open, waiting for the smell of warm pizza to engulf her senses. Though, that was not the case. Instead, a weary-looking Nikki was standing holding her leather jacket out to her. Despite seeing him earlier this morning, he looked slightly different. Better, actually. His green eyes even had a slight twinkle to them. Huh.

“You, um, you forgot this,” he stuttered, looking down and kicking the gravel lightly with his clumpy black combat-style boots. Angelica took the jacket, nodding and saying a quiet thank you.

The two stood in silence for a few minutes. They didn’t really have much to talk about if they were being honest.

“Tommy was wondering if you and your roommates wanted to grab some food with us?” He looked down at the ground, as though he was embarrassed almost. Angelica didn’t quite understand why.

She looked down at Tommy’s ratchet car as she heard the engine rev. He smiled up at her, shouting an encouraging, ‘come on!’ He even beeped the horn.

God, sometimes he could be a pest. A loveable pest nonetheless.

“Give me a sec,” she spoke to Nikki, heading back inside and leaving the door slightly open. Nikki glanced around what he could see of the inside of the apartment; it seemed nice enough - the kitchen was mostly tidy and the walls weren’t too dull. Essentially, it was the opposite of his roach-infested place. He could hear the girls bickering in the background but didn’t pay much attention to it.

A couple arguments and ‘I can’t find my shoe’ moments later, the girls headed down to Tommy’s car with Nikki leading the way. They weren’t opposed to going out with the guys for lunch, it just took Angelica and Valerie some time to convince Nancy to want to move.

Val would jump at the chance to spend time with a guy her friend slept with. It was strange reasoning, but if it got her out of the house Angelica didn’t really mind. She herself was only going because she would feel bad for turning down a seemingly nervous Nikki, and as a way to meet Tommy’s band members in a more...open...setting.

Meant for five people, the car was now pretty cramped with the seven of them in it. With Tommy sat in the driver’s seat and Valerie insisting on sitting beside him to pick the music, it left the other five to fight it out in the back. Poor Mick was squished between Nikki and Vince as the two girls sat on their laps. Nancy didn’t mind sitting on Vince’s knee. It was Vince, after all. Nikki had his arms wrapped firmly around Angelica’s waist to make sure that, when Tommy eventually came to a grinding halt in the diner car park, she wouldn’t be thrown into the back of the driver’s seat.

The two made small talk for the majority of the ride, though Angelica mostly concentrated on trying not to throw up from her friend’s reckless driving. It wasn’t as awkward as it was earlier this afternoon, or even when Nikki had initially come to the door. It was actually quite pleasant; the two of them laughing and mocking Valerie’s poor choice of music. Perhaps lunch was a good idea after all.

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Tag game - Torchwood edition

Tagged by:  @humany-wumany-stuff

Rules: Always post the rules. Answer the 11 random questions posted for you. Create 11 new ones and tag 11 people. Let the person who tagged you know that you answered.

1. When did you start watching Torchwood and what (or who) got you to start watching?

I was actually a bit late to the party, since my personal history with Doctor Who is... complicated (and waaaaay too long to relate here, though I’m happy to share the story if anyone ever gets really bored). The net result is that I didn’t catch up with New Who and, by extension, Torchwood until long after Torchwood had finished its TV run. I think it was 2014, maybe? (Sadly, I’d already been spoiled for most major series events, so I didn’t get to experience the shock and dismay of those who watched when it was new.)

I started watching because yes please, more Captain Jack Harkness, thank you. But I stayed for Ianto Jones.

2. What is your go-to episode to watch when you’re feeling down/bored and why?

You know, I really don’t have that kind of relationship with television. I watch TV so rarely (by which I mean I went for 13 years without even having TV and didn’t miss it), and I have so little free time in my schedule, that I don’t tend to rewatch shows unless I’m 1) showing the series to someone new (which I’ve done with Torchwood) or 2) looking for specific costume references (which I have also done with Torchwood).

That said, I think KKBB probably packs the most pure, shameless entertainment value, so if I really needed a Torchwood fix I’d probably go for that one.

3. Which of the TW villains/aliens/whatevers did you find the scariest and why?

I think Torchwood’s storytelling was at its best when the team wasn’t facing camp alien monsters, but rather dealing with concepts and issues rooted in our reality. Suzie Costello was a decent person, slowly warped into a serial killer by the things she’d seen and done. Out of Time touched on aging and cultural disconnect and loss. Meat was about exploitation. Children of Earth used aliens as a frame to explore political corruption and the abuse of power. Those stories were much darker and stayed with me longer than, say, a poorly-CGed “fairy” with improbable dentition. (Apologies to The Mill, but those effects... weren’t scary at all.)

4. If you had to pick 2 characters to do a BF audio, who would it be and what would it be about?

Ianto Jones and Norton Folgate. Probably having to join forces to save Jack, or something. I don’t even care what the plot is, I just want a full hour of catty insults and cutting dialogue between those two. SO MUCH SASS.

5. What is your favourite fanfic-trope to read/write?

To read? Probably slow burn, but it has to be done really well. I also enjoy emotional H/C, if it’s believable and not just abusing or woobifying the characters.

To write? The pen-dulum (ha!) swings liberally between angst and dry humor/snark. I also have a tendency to get characters into really heated, emotional arguments, possibly because they’re all so stupidly repressed and it’s nice to see them let loose once in a while.

6. If you could assemble your own TW team (post-CoE) with canon characters from the extended Who-niverse (any show related to DW), who would be in it?

So this is basically just a list of all my favorite companions, right?

Core Modern-Day Team:

Martha Jones - brilliant medic; worked for UNIT; saved the world a few times. Won’t take guff from anyone.

River Song - Jack’s equal in every way, only far more likely to shoot you. Tolerates even less nonsense than Martha.

Zoe Heriot - super genius from the future who can calculate pretty much any mathematical solution in her head faster than a computer. Adorably perky, but not afraid to hit bad guys over the head.

Sara Kingdom - by-the-book former Space Security officer. The one who would constantly be reminding Jack that he’s in violation of Torchwood code #439.27 subsection A. Also handy with a blaster.

Ianto Jones - because of course he’s still around, why wouldn’t he be?

Victorian Team:

The Paternoster Gang (Lady Vastra, Jenny, and Strax) - They’re pretty much doing Torchwood’s job for them already. so why not?

Jamie McCrimmon - 18th-century Highlander. Only barred from the main team because if Jack actually had a young, athletic, kilt-wearing man on his regular team, he’d never get ANYTHING accomplished (also, Ianto would probably have to intervene due to Olympic levels of workplace sexual harassment).

Consultant:

Sarah Jane Smith and K-9 - journalist-turned-suburban-mom who still saves the world on a weekly basis, and her robot dog. She doesn’t really approve of Torchwood (that’s actually canon!), but helps out when they need it.

7. A question you would like to ask the actors on a panel (assume they are all present :p)

Since we know that the storylines and character arcs were often in flux as the series was being written, what grounding concept or idea allowed you to keep your character’s portrayal consistent throughout the series?

8. If there was another season and they would do a crossover with any show/movie/book/whatever of your choosing for 1 episode, what would it be and why?

This is a little bit cracked, but someone recently posted about a Dirk Gently/Torchwood crossover, and I think, with enough suspension of disbelief, there’s actually some potential there. I mean, except for the conflict of Samuel Barnett being in both series. (Though I could see some good material there, too...)

Apart from that, it’s already been, er, “established” that Sherlock and Doctor Who/Torchwood exist in the same universe (oh, Arwel Wyn Jones, did you know the chaos you were unleashing?), so... why not?

9. If you were to find out tomorrow that Torchwood is real and Jack is leading a Torchwood team in your home city, how would you convince him to let you join them?

Oh, man. Would I want to? I mean, what are my odds of survival?

I am (among other things) a professional animal trainer with some certification letters after my name, so I would probably just point out that they really need someone to train their pteranodon so it stops eating livestock and pooping on all the war memorials.

10. How would you recast the original Torchwood team? (Jack, Owen, Tosh, Ianto and Gwen)

Hmm, I’m not sure I would. The characters are so closely tied to the actors in my mind, I can’t picture anyone else playing them. I can only come up with alternate faces if we port it completely out of context. So here’s my completely ridiculous Golden Age of Hollywood Torchwood cast:

Jack - Errol Flynn (dat jawline, yo)

Owen - James Cagney

Gwen - Barbara Stanwyck

Ianto - Marlon Brando (young Brando. Not Jor-El.)

Tosh - Miiko Taka? (This is a hard one to cast in that era, because Toshiko’s Japanese heritage is so significant to her character, but there were so few headlining Asian actresses during the GAoH. Or... well, even today, for that matter.)

11. If you could pick any author to write a Torchwood novel, who would it be and why?

Are we excluding fanfic writers? Because if we’re going to talk novel-length Torchwood stories, I could name a few that are more consistent and true to character than the official ones... *sidelong glance at @gmariam321*

But while we’re dreaming of impossible things, how about Douglas Adams? He wrote for Doctor Who, and his own books spanned the bizarre (Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy) and the tragic (Last Chance to See), so I think he would bring an interesting perspective to a bunch of alien hunters trying to save the world from their glorified sewer in Cardiff.

Also, potential sofa cameos.

In all honesty, I was going to do the 11-new-questions-and-tag-people thing, but it’s now 4:59 a.m. (ZOMG1 what am I still doing awake at this hour?!) and I really, really need to turn off the computer instead of thinking up creative new asks. So I’ll just open this up to anyone who hasn’t yet been tagged and offer them the same questions @humany-wumany-stuff posed!

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The Doctor and The Wanderer: Warmth

Just a fluffy little thing I wrote a little while ago >W<  BTW Will post my DW S/i soon! I can’t guarantee the info on her will be the ref I’m working on or a messy summary I did a while ago, but I’ll be trying to post her soon! -------

Warmth surrounded Alira as she slowly awoke, finding she was being held tightly against someone's chest, her ear placed against their chest to hear two heartbeats.

Her mind fuzzily recalled she had a horrific nightmare during the night and had sought out the Doctor, whether he be in his own room or doing stuff with the new console(she still felt really bad about damaging the Tardis enough to make it majorly fix itself months ago after absorbing the radiation), and about tripped going down the staircases to the console and he had caught her. He had asked her what was wrong, but she was too frightened to do much other than mumble “nightmare” and latch onto him tightly. 

She vaguely remembered he had held her tight and picked her up, taking her to her room? That was where her memory ended, not fully awake enough to recall more.

She felt her hair was being messed with, petted? While being held, and she snuggled against his chest, hearing soft chuckling rumbling in his chest.

“Good morning.” The Doctor murmured, voice soft and gentle as he carded his fingers through her hair. “Did you sleep well?”

“Wonderfully.” She replied, voice almost whisper-like due to just waking up. “You're very comfy you know that?”

He chuckled, holding her a bit tighter as he rested his chin on her head. “Now I do.”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his back in return. “Guessing it's morning right now?”

“Well~” He drawled before chuckling. “Not quite, at least on earth. Time's different in the Tardis, not any true night and day, but on another planet it probably is morning.”

She snorted with amusement, the Doctor feeling her grin as he too grinned.

“I'm guessing we have adventures planned for today?” She hummed, giggling when he tightened his grip on her.

“Yeeah, but it can wait a little longer.” He settled down as she snuggled against him even more. “I don't want to get up yet and you probably don't want to either.”

“Nope.” He chuckled at her response and merely held her closer.