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[let-me-love-you-loki]

Welcome to Oblivion--Ch. 41

Chapter 41

            “I still hate this,” I said as I walked down the stairs toward the cage in the center of the gym. “Why do I keep doing this?”

            Roman tugged me a little closer to his side and kissed the top of my head. “Because you love him,” he replied. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “And you secretly like the blood.”

            “Don’t you dare,” I hissed, punching him in the ribs lightly. “You know I freak out every time he gets out of that cage.”

            “When was the last time he lost?” Seth asked from just behind us. It had been a week or so since we’d kissed and were still figuring out how we would manage our relationship. In public and in private. It seemed that we were going to take our time to find our groove and our place in this.

            Roman chuckled and looked over his shoulder. “He hasn’t lost since baby girl here started coming.”

            Heat rushed into my face. I reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear as my heart skipped a beat. “There was that one against… what’s his face…”

            “He didn’t lose that one, Addy,” he teased. “Almost, but he beat the count. Knocked Jones’ teeth down his throat afterward. Literally.”

            Seth led the way down the line of chairs toward our usual seats. We’d been to so many fights that they were practically reserved. “You’re his good luck charm.”

            “I wish I wasn’t,” I murmured. “I hate seeing him bloodied and bruised.”

            Before any of us could say another word, music blared through the room. My chest constricted as my heart pounded against my ribs. I knew that Dean’s fight would be later in the evening, but I still couldn’t get my anxiety under control. I bounced my leg and rubbed my palms back and forth on my jeans. My palms were sweaty. For a moment, I thought I was going to be sick.

            “Why didn’t you let me bring my bag?” I grumbled at Seth after the third fight. I’d wanted to bring my backpack to get some reading done before Dean was up. Anything to distract myself from the worry that something would happen.

            Seth reached out and curled his fingers around mine. He squeezed my hand and brought it up to his lips. His lips were soft against my knuckles. “Because you’re going to be fine.”

            Looking up into his chocolate eyes, I thought for a moment that he was right. For that brief second, my heart settled into a normal rhythm and my agitated movements slowed.

            Then they called Dean’s fight.

            I gulped hard against the bile threatening to climb up my throat. This was the moment that I dreaded the most. Watching him come into that cage with his fists taped up, his face clear of scrapes, scratches, bruises, and blood. Knowing exactly what was going to happen in the next few minutes was enough to send adrenaline rushing through my veins. I wanted to run, to get as far away as possible. I wanted to slap him with the hope of knocking some sense into him because talking just didn’t seem to work.

            Dean appeared from the locker room in his jeans and boots. I couldn’t understand how he could fight in them, or why they allowed him to, but he insisted. At the door to the cage, he toed off his boots and pushed them aside. Barefoot, he walked forward as he rocked his shoulders back and forth. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed beneath his skin. He looked toward us, cornflower eyes landing on me. A faint smile curled the corners of his mouth.

            Then his gaze drifted, and his smile faded. His lips twisted into a snarl as he slammed the cage door behind him.

            “Something’s pissed him off,” Seth said, leaning toward me. “Was he like that earlier?”

            I looked toward Dean and then back at Seth. “No. He was… grumpy. Not this.”

            “Fuck.” Roman’s voice drew my attention. I turned to him, a question on my lips as I followed the line of his gaze.

            Dean stood on the far side of the cage, brows drawn together and jaw set. My stomach turned upside down at the rage in his eyes.

            The bell rang and he launched himself at his opponent, right arm already cocked back. The moment he was within reach, Dean threw his body into the punch. It landed square on the other guy’s jaw, knocking his head sideways. He stumbled backward, and Dean followed, pressing him back toward the wall of the cage. Dean beat into his opponent, throwing a series of elbows against the side of his head and jabs into his kidneys.

            He backed up, putting space between them. He pivoted on his back foot and let go a kick against the other guy’s ribs. His opponent blocked the kick and swept his other leg out from under him. Dean landed hard on his back, his head bouncing against the mat. I screamed and nearly jumped out of my seat. The sound must have gotten Dean’s attention as he turned his head toward me. His blue eyes were unfocused for a moment before the rage returned to his face and he rolled back onto his shoulders. In the blink of an eye, he had pushed off with his shoulders and hands to kip up to his feet again.

            Dean took a deep breath, cracked his neck on each side, and then curled his fingers in a bring it on gesture. I felt sick watching his opponent run at him, throwing elbows against Dean’s jaw. He followed up with a series of body shots that looked like they knocked the wind out of him. A deep red mark started to bloom over Dean’s left kidney and another along his ribs.

            My stomach clenched. I gagged. I wanted to run.

            Blood oozed from a split in Dean’s lip from one of the elbow shots. He wiped his mouth with his hand, crimson streaking against the white tape. I saw him glance down at it, almost as if he were fascinated at the sight. The distraction was enough for his opponent to throw a cross that rocked Dean’s head up and to the side.

            “Dean!” I screamed and lunged toward the cage. My fingers laced through the steel wiring. I couldn’t stop myself, even though I knew that he didn’t need any other distractions. A pair of arms wrapped around my waist and dragged me backward, practically ripping my fingers from their hold on the cage. I kicked and fought. “Let me go!”

            The arms tightened and tried to turn me around. “Addy. Addy, calm down.” Seth’s voice whispered firmly in my ear. “Relax.”

            “He’s hurt. Dean’s hurt,” I whimpered, clawing at Seth’s hoodie covered forearms. “Let me go. He’s hurt!”

            “If you don’t calm down, we’re taking you out of here,” he threatened softly. “You’re going to get him knocked out running at the cage like that. Relax, sweets.”

            Adrenaline rushed through every cell in my body. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to run. I wanted to break into the cage to get him out. Even though the rational part of my brain knew that Seth was right, I couldn’t get past the sight of Dean so bloodied and beat up. It hadn’t ever been like this before.

            The sound of the bell reverberated through my bones. It sucked the air out of my lungs and the fight from my limbs. I sank back against Seth, grey edging the sides of my vision. I gasped for breath as tears rushed down my cheeks. There was no looking away from Dean as he stood on the other side of the cage. Red marks were already darkening into deep purple bruises. There was a gash on his jaw and another on his cheekbone, both oozing blood as his chest rose and fell as he panted.

            Our eyes met. For a moment, I thought I saw Dean’s blue eyes soften behind the obvious pain that clearly ran through his body. He looked back at me. Yearning lanced along my nerves. I just wanted to be where he was. He blinked and glanced away. My heart fell into my stomach as he squared up for the next round. Rage colored his features as the bell rang once again, launching him toward his opponent.

            I turned in Seth’s arms and hid my face against his shoulder. “I can’t watch anymore.”

            “Come on,” he said soothingly. “We’ll go out to the truck for a minute. Get some fresh air. It might help, sweets.”

            It was so hard to turn my back on the cage with Dean still inside. Since that very first time, I hadn’t missed one of Dean’s fights. I’d done everything it took to get there, to see him before he walked up those steps and after he ripped off the tape in the locker room. But now I couldn’t bear to watch. I couldn’t bear to listen, even though the sound of fists on flesh echoed against the rafters. My mind’s eye conjured up the worst possible images as Seth led me toward the exits.

            The moment we got outside, I doubled over retching and gagging. Seth rubbed the middle of my back even as he held my hair back with the other. The world spun around me. I couldn’t explain why I felt this way. Why, after all the fights I’d been to and how I’d actually started to enjoy them, I couldn’t bear to watch this time.

            “Deep breaths, Addy,” Seth murmured. “You’re good. Deep breaths.”

            I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his wrist. “I can’t—”

            He shushed me gently. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Deep breaths, sweets.”

            Muffled noise erupted from the gym. I could just make out the sound of cheering and the loud dinging of the bell that indicated a fight was over. I practically collapsed onto the sidewalk when I realized what it meant.

            “Stay here, just a second. I’m gonna go see what happened.” Seth squeezed my fingers before he went back inside. A few minutes later, he reemerged with Roman in tow. “He won.”

            Momentary relief flooded my veins. But Seth’s next words opened the floodgates of worry once again. “He looks like he got run over by a Mack truck. But he won.”

            Roman sank into a crouch next to me. “He’s okay, Addy. Dean’s good.”

            “Comparatively,” Seth interjected. “Phil’s gonna need six weeks in the hospital and some massive rehab. Dean just broke at least twelve bones in that guy’s body.”

            “Seth?”

            “Yeah?”

            “Shut up. You’re not helping.” Roman gripped me by the elbows and pulled me gently to my feet. Everything went grey and hazy as the blood rushed from my head to my feet. If it weren’t for Roman, I would have fallen right back down onto the concrete. “Dean’s fine. He’s a big boy and can take care of himself.”

            “I… I-I need to see him,” I whimpered. Before either of them could say a word, I ran toward the doors. My feet carried me away from the gym and down the hallway to the locker rooms. I pounded on the door with the flat of my hand, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

            After a few moments, the door yanked inward. “What?!”

            My eyes lifted, taking in each inch of Dean and cataloguing his injuries. There was a rip in the front of his jeans that revealed a raised red welt along his thigh. His torso was crisscrossed with bruises that were already turning purple. The one over his right kidney ran from the base of his ribs all the way down to his hipbone. Another spread down his breastbone, and I swore that it was the size and shape of someone’s foot. His knuckles were busted and bloody. He had a split chin, busted lip, a gash on his jaw and cheekbone, what looked like a black eye, and another cut through his left eyebrow.

            Tears filled my eyes, spilling down over my cheeks and dripping onto my shirt. His face blurred, but not before I saw the angry disconnection in his gaze. I reached my fingertips toward his chest. He took a step back.

            “Are you okay?” I brushed at the tears and tried to take a deep breath. My clearing vision brought his injuries back into sharp focus.

            Dean crossed his arms over his chest, showing off a few other welts on his forearms and biceps. “I’m fine. You can go now. I’m sure they’re waiting.”

            I felt myself recoil just as if he’d shoved me. “What…?”

            He leaned his shoulder against the door, wincing as it put pressure on the bruise along his side. “Go back to the apartment or the dorm. I’m good. It’s about time you and Seth had a little alone time, isn’t it? That’s your timeline, right? Don’t let me get in the way.”

            Before I could say a word, Dean backed away and slammed the door in my face.

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Fic Rec - Heartstopper

look now, the sky is gold

kissmeinnewyork

Summary:

“Your mum’s been texting me.” Charlie can just about make out Nick’s bemused expression over his shitty student halls wifi connection. “She’s been doing what?” In the days after Nick goes to university, Sarah Nelson looks after Charlie like he's her own. (A collection of stories about found family, empty nests, house keys and Nick, Charlie and Sarah).

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[dontforgetoctober3rd]

Masterlist of my fics so far

Forgot how frustrating writing was but also how much I used to love it (I was churning out fanfics every other day when I was 14 lmaooo)

A lot of them I genuinely pulled out of my ass, a few I had to entirely rewrite before publishing on here and a couple are unfinished BUT this is them! It's a wide variety (Mostly House of The Dragon, my current obsession, but there's other fandoms too!)

Not This Time

A short, Cregan Stark-centric drabble about his grief during Jacaerys' visit to Winterfell. This is a sad, doomed-by-the-narrative fic.

A Piece Of Home

A oneshot Aemond Targaryen X Yi Ti OC fic. Nothing but cute and peaceful domestic fluff!

Come Go With Me

An extremely cheesy, corny, Michael Gavey oneshot where he meets his dream girl at the bread and butter, 'ol reliable of every meet-cute fanfiction: a coffee shop. I love it tho! Tried my best to keep Michael's personality canon compliant (imo)

Life Eternal

A multi-chatper hotd fic based off another incredible hotd fic (which I highly recommend), Second Sons by @avengingangelfanfic .

Status: unfinished

The Lesson

A short Rhaemond (Rhaena X Aemond) drabble where Aemond basically openly simps for his wife Rhaena via caring for her hair and has...issues with how some men perceive that as demeaning. So he handles it lol

Untitled Aemond X Rhaena fic

Pure fluff. I never gave this a title, but all the same here is the summary: Pregnant Rhaena craves limes/lime-flavored things so her husband Aemond of course does everything he can, causing innkeeper Hotpie some difficulties in the process. Hotpie is actually the star of this fic lmao

Untitled Aemond X Rhaena fic 2

More random Rhaemond fluff. A no dance of dragons AU where everyone gets along, the lovely couple is at a ball having a discussion on when is the appropriate time to say the "L" word to someone.

A Keen Eye

A mini Aemond x Rhaena fic that they aren't actually in but it's still about them! It's a bunch of highborn girls gossiping about their marriage.

Untitled Daemon X Rhea Royce fluff

Exactly what it says on the tin. Not really a coherent story but little snippets of their life together if their marriage had been a happy one.

Spillways

A multi-chapter The Gilded Age fic featuring Marian and an OC who is a future Earl! Agnes is also a huge part of this story, I love her character!

Status: unfinished

One Day

Another Gilded Age fanfic, this one is just a little snippet of Bertha's mother's life in Ireland before she married.

He Is

However cheesy you might find my Michael Gavey fic, this oneshot out cheeses it for sure. A crossover Bridgerton/HOTD fic with some Skyrim mentions, it's a timeskip to where Philomena Finch is of age and on the marriage mart. Except, she doesn't want to marry. She wants to write! Aemond also loves to write! Well, well well...and yes, the title is another Ghost song surprise surprise.

[andreas-river]

The poll is over, and here are the results!

As promised, I will write a multi-chatper story for the two most voted for, but König had the clear advantage.

Ghost is the second, and I will write a story about him too, but LATER ON!

For the others, Nikto and Soap, I will write two One Shot to compensate! (^.~)

But, someone voted "Someone else" but there was no comment, so I will rate the vote INVALID. ╮(￣～￣)╭

I will post the first story for König HERE ON TUMBLR, so, stay tuned, and thank you to everyone who voted! ＼(≧▽≦)／

[sheepydraws]

And So They Lived (5/6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Hair. That’s what it was. Soft dark hair that smelled like citrus and baby powder. 

Odd felt like a fancy coffee maker, awareness dripping back into him one thought at a time. His face was buried in Elizabeth’s hair, one of his arms looped around her waist. He couldn’t feel the other one, so he assumed it was crushed between them somewhere. Pinkish-grey light filtered in around them, and eventually Odd remembered that it was a Tuesday morning and that he would have to get up at one point or another. He took a deep breath before detaching himself from Elizabeth to find out what time it was.

She stirred and then rolled over onto her back, blinking up at him sleepily. Her hair was everywhere. In her eyes, curled around her shoulders, spread over her pillow case. She stretched and Odd realized that at some point in the night she had divested herself of her bra. She smiled at him, and she looked so soft and warm that Odd felt himself leaning back towards her. He didn’t want to know what time it was. He wanted to stay like this.

Odd found himself directly over Elizabeth, their noses almost touching.

She kissed him.

It was the longest, gentlest kiss of Odd Della Robbia’s life. He might have stopped breathing in an effort to prolong it. It was worth it to feel the softness of her lips, the way she cradled the back of his head in her hand, keeping him close. Later he would be able to recall her room slowly getting brighter as the sun rose further in the sky, turning the room from grey to gold. 

Odd wasn’t sure when they stopped, just that at some point he was gazing into Elizabeth’s eyes instead of kissing her.

“I guess you should go.” She whispered.

“Yeah.”

Their lips met again, and hers slid open. Her tongue tentatively touched his, and then shied away. She broke the kiss, laughing slightly. Odd laughed too. Neither of them wanted to admit that they had no idea what they were doing—Kissing wise, or in the grand scheme.

Odd kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her jaw. She caught his face and kissed him one last time before he slowly extracted himself. His feet took him back to his room to change and start the day, but his mind stayed with her. He went through his classes in a daze, the scent of her skin still on his. 

“Has Yumi texted you?” Ulrich asked in the hall between bio and math.

Odd checked his phone. “No. Why?”

Ulrich waved his hand in front of Odd’s face. “Hello? Anybody home? Did you not notice that she isn’t at school today?”

Odd blinked once, slowly. “Oh. Yeah. Huh. Maybe she’s sick.”

“I guess.” Ulrich looked down at his phone one more time before it exploded into vibrations and singing. He jumped and nearly dropped it, fumbling as Odd’s phone began to do the same. 

It was a group text, and they skipped math, as advised, to go meet in the woods by the manhole that hid the tunnel to the factory. Ulrich and Odd were the first ones there, and they fidgeted in the cold for a few minutes, rubbing their arms and stamping their feet to keep warm.

“You think we should block these up?” Odd asked, tapping the manhole cover with his foot. 

Ulrich shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not like any kids could go down there and get into any more trouble then we did.”

Odd shuddered, suddenly glad that the supercomputer was in pieces in Jeremie’s room and not where a couple of bored kids could find it.

“Hey,” Jeremie said as he jogged up to them, “What’s going on?”

“No idea.” Ulrich scrolled back through the texts. “I guess something really good happened?”

“Hope so.” Jeremie said. 

For a split second panic slammed into Odd, but then disappeared. XANA is dead.

A few minutes later Aelita arrived. “I think it has to do with the factory.” She said, and dread pooled in Odd’s stomach again. He laughed so loudly everyone stared at him. 

“It can’t have to do with the factory.” He said, as though the were the crazy ones.

Jeremie opened his mouth, but then they heard someone running towards them, the thud thud thud of their footsteps slowly getting louder.

“You won’t believe what just happened.” Yumi said as she skidded to a halt in the clearing. “My mom just sold the factory.”

Aelita laughed. A short, normal laugh. “Really?”

Just before summer ended Yumi had finally managed to track down the deed to the factory. It had taken two trips to city hall and a lot of chatting up the secretary there, but she didn’t stop until the information was hers. Aelita had thought that it was owned by the government rather than her father, and she had been almost right. Perhaps to bury their tracks, perhaps because it was easier, the deed for the factory, or, more accurately, the land it stood on, was owned by the school board. They had either forgotten about it or been made to, but Yumi convinced her mother to send them an e-mail, stressing how dangerous it was to have an abandoned factory, probably full of rusty metal and asbestos, so near a school. Someone might be prompted to sue someday. The board had e-mailed her back, asking her opinion on the matter as a real estate agent and concerned parent. Her opinion had been to sell.

“Who bought it?” Jeremie asked.

“Hotel people. It’s right by the water in a pretty secluded area. They think they could make a resort out of it or something.”

“Yeah,” Odd said, “In 2025, right?”

Yumi ignored his sarcasm. “Maybe, but they said they want the factory torn down by the end of the year.”

“You’re kidding.” Jeremie said.

“They don’t exactly need a through inspection to demolish it.” Yumi said with a shrug, before noticing the shock on everyone else’s face. “What?”

“I guess I feel kind of like they’re tearing down Kadic.” Jeremie said. Odd could see that his thumb was working circles into one of the scars on his wrist. “I mean, school sucks, XANA sucked, but it’s hard to imagine it just being over.”

“Well, it will be.” Yumi said, though her tone was more solemn now. “Next semester they’re gonna hand us a diploma, and shake our hands, and that’ll be it. It’ll just be over.”

No one mentioned that for Yumi it was already supposed to be over, though it was at the forefront of their minds. When XANA went nuts last year they all let school slide, and that would have been fine if not for one scheme of XANA’s that involved earthquakes. A teacher died before they even reached Lyoko, and Jeremie knew as he virtualized Odd, Ulrich, and Aelita that he wouldn’t have the heart to input Return to the Past. They had learned the hard way that the dead stayed dead, no matter what. Worse, to outsiders they just seemed to drop dead without any explanation. Everyone would say that one moment they were fine, the next dead. 

Yumi was left to deal with things at Kadic, and having so much experience with disasters she was the calmest one on campus till a shelf full of textbooks fell on her leg. As she was brought into an ambulance she never imagined that she would actually make it to the hospital. She watched the window, calmly waiting to be engulfed by white light. At least as she told it. She may have been calm because they had already given her something for the pain, and not because she had so much faith in Jeremie.

Either way she spent five full minutes cursing him out while she was still in the hospital, siting up in her bed, hooked up to two different machines. After that she refused to see him again until she could stand up and punch him in the face. Their friendship and her leg eventually recovered, but her massive absence, plus the classes she had already missed and the tests she had failed added up to the school telling her parents that they couldn’t, in good faith, let her graduate. 

Odd remembered going to visit her in the hospital with Ulrich. The door to her room had been open and they had been just about to turn into it when they heard what her mother was saying.

“I suppose you feel smart now.” She said, her tone not joking, but not accusatory either. Resigned. 

“I saved us some money.” Yumi replied. Her voice was weak, probably from yelling at Jeremie a few days earlier. 

There was a pause, but the two boys hung back.

“I’m sure there’s an idiom about this that I can’t remember. Doing something stupid, and then it turns out to be a great idea.”

“I told you I might want to take a year off after high school.”

“Might.” Her mother snapped. “I was hoping you’d get accepted somewhere, get excited about it, and run right off.” She took a deep breath which might have been meant to calm her, but it came out as a sigh. “I just didn’t want you bumming around home with those kids anymore.”

Ulrich and Odd both startled when angry Japanese began spilling out of the room. Odd had no idea if Yumi was defending them, or just cursing her mother out as badly as Jeremie.

Either way he whispered, “Why don’t I wait for you in the cafeteria.” To Ulrich and tried to bail.

Ulrich grabbed him by the wrist. “I am not facing that alone.” He said as he dragged Odd into the room with him.

“Would you have stayed behind if you hadn’t broken your leg?” Odd asked Yumi.

She looked surprised at the abrupt topic change. “I don’t know.”

“Why do you ask?” Aelita said.

Odd tried to think of a reason, because he knew there was one. There was a weight on his tongue, something both important and impossible to say. 

“I don’t know.” He managed after an eternity of being stared at. “I was just wondering.”

“Ignore him.” Ulrich said to Yumi, “He’s been weird all day. I don’t think he slept last night.”

“I slept.” Odd said.

Ulrich’s eyes narrowed. “Where?”

“He wasn’t in your room?” Aelita asked, the picture of innocence. As though the only time she was in Jeremie's room all night was when she had passed out over a circuit board.

“He waltzed in just before breakfast. To change his clothes.”

Odd Della Robbia was an amazing liar. Flawless. He could tell his teachers one thing, his parents another, and underclassmen a completely different tale and keep them all straight while still being believable. 

As his friends stared at him his mind went so blank he forgot how to breathe.

“He’s been doing that a lot lately.” Ulrich continued.   

“Only because you have Yumi over all the time.” Odd sputtered. 

“Not only then.”

“That’s not true.” Odd said as he shuffled through his memories. Was there a cohesive explanation for his absences? He tried to put the days together in a straight line, but he couldn’t even remember when he had first started hanging out with Elizabeth. Okay, that would be when he brought her the apology gifts. Not the day they fought each other, that didn’t really count, and he had since deleted the text she sent him that day, so he wasn’t sure where he would find the date. 

His days were a blur. He went to school every day, did his homework, and then a weekend would happen. Rinse with snarky comments swapped with his friends. Repeat. This was the first time he had skipped class in months. Not that some days he didn’t want to, but there wasn’t a reason anymore. There never seemed to be a reason to do much of everything. 

Silence settled around Odd, the kind that happens after someone asks a question and fails to get a response.

“What?” He said.

Ulrich put his hands up. “I just asked what you’d been doing.”

“The library.” Odd said, and even to him it was a pathetic lie. “I go to the library.”

“Doesn’t it close at midnight on Mondays?” Yumi asked. 

“Yup.” Jeremie said.  

Odd tried to laugh in a way that would diffuse the situation, so of course it came out off-pitch and hysterical. “You’re all acting like I’m doing drugs or something.”

Aelita, sweet, gentle Aelita, said, “We were just wondering what you’ve been doing, we’re not trying to interrogate you.” 

Was he overreacting? Oh god, did he looked guilty?

Judging by the looks on everyone’s faces: Yes.

“Are you doing drugs?” Jeremie asked, reaching for Odd tentatively. 

Odd’s mind filed with the scent of Elizabeth’s hair. He shook Jeremie off. “This isn’t an after school special.” He snapped. “There aren’t even any alleys for dealers to jump out of.” He wasn’t sure if that was meant to be a joke, but nobody laughed. 

Odd turned as though he was going to head back to school. “I have to get to math.” He said.

“She won’t let you in twenty minutes late,” Ulrich said, grabbing Odd by the arm. “We just want to know if you’re okay.”

“I’m fine!” Odd said, in the least fine way anyone has ever said those two words, and broke into a run. He wasn’t sure if he expected them to chase him or not, but he ran like a pack of wolves might be on his tail and not his friends. 

His friends for fucks sake. The best friends he’d ever had. He’d fought wars with these people, and suddenly he couldn’t even tell them about kissing a girl he liked? 

What did it matter? It wasn’t like his last name was Montegue. They wouldn’t crucify him for it. Probably. Maybe.

It wasn’t Elizabeth who was the problem, it was the fact that he had felt safer going to her than his friends. That he felt safer with her period. He’d known her the exact same amount of time, but she wasn’t tied up in all his memories of XANA, wasn’t tainted by them. She bore no scars. As far as she knew, she had never feared for her life. She was just another girl trying to make it through high school and then be an adult.

It was intoxicating. Odd couldn’t remember being that carefree. He couldn’t remember what used to scare him most before it was a few rings with some lines coming out of them. When he was with Elizabeth he didn’t worry about death, he worried about which movie they would watch, and if he would be able to make any decent jokes about it. Memories of her face screwed up in pain didn’t hang around like a dark cloud whenever he talked to her. 

He didn’t realize where he was headed till he was on the bridge. He almost stopped to laugh, but he wasn’t sure what would come out of him if he opened his mouth. It was probably a pavlovian reaction. Scared and full of adrenaline? Go to the factory. As though a solution would be there, as simple as a wash of white light. 

He pulled up short when he saw the chains. 

They crisscrossed the main entrance, which was now covered by a sheet of plywood. Odd weighed the padlock in his hand. It left grime marks on him when he dropped it. He had been thinking that the new owners put it up, but it had to have been Yumi’s mother. Of course, he could just bash the wood in, but that would be trespassing.

The earth shifted under Odd’s feet. The factory wasn’t theirs anymore.  

Time moved so fast. Odd wasn’t sure when the sun set, or how he got back on campus, or what on earth he was doing in the woods, but there he was. Spread out under a tree. He was trying to think, but he had been thinking for hours. His gaze was on the stars, but there was nothing mystical about them. They were just a tangle of shitty old christmas lights. He could see his breath and feel the cold seeping through his clothes, but he didn’t want to move. His feet hurt. He knew he had been walking this whole time, just trying to put it all together. 

He had forgotten what ‘it’ was. 

He woke to someone calling his name. He lifted his head, but then sank back down. He was groggy and aching, as though he had only slept for a few moments. He couldn’t feel his face.  His whole head could have fallen off and he wouldn’t have notice. He twitched his fingers to make sure they were still attached.

He heard his name again, louder. He considered answering, but he didn’t want to deal with it. Whoever it was was probably real pissed at him.

Elizabeth burst through a clump of bushes and nearly tripped over Odd. She didn’t fall, but she did accidentally give Odd a solid kick in the ribs. He yelped and scrambled to a sitting position.

“Odd!” She screamed. She fell to her knees and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Are you alright?” She peered into his face, trying to asses his condition in the low light.

“I’m fine. I was taking a walk.”

Elizabeth’s hands fell from his shoulders, and he immediately missed their warmth. “A walk.” She deadpanned. “For eight hours. With nothing but a sweatshirt in this weather.”

“I wasn’t cold. I was walking.”

“You were lying down!” Elizabeth took a deep breath and managed to calm down. “Odd, everyone’s been looking for you. I found your phone by the front gate and gave it to Ulrich. He got really freaked out and told me you just ran off before third period.”

“We were all skipping third period!” Odd said. “Yumi’s mom sold the factory and she dragged us out of class to tell us.”


“Yumi’s mom?” Elizabeth held up her hand and shook her head, “Wait, what factory?”

Odd stared at her. “The one across the bridge by the river.”

Silence.

“The huge abandoned one.”

Elizabeth blinked. “Is that what that is? A factory? I always kind of thought it was a gutted mall or something.”

Images of Elizabeth standing in the factory flashed through Odd’s mind. Sneaking around, screaming her head off, stepping into a scanner pod. Suddenly envy struck and burned white hot in his belly. She knew, she’d seen it, but she didn’t remember. And he had felt sorry for her. Poor Sissi, walking around in a fog, unaware of how the world really worked, cursed to always be on the cusp but never have a true grip on her reality. As though she—the thought flew through his mind before he could stop it—as though she thought her life consisted of being downloaded to a computer to fight super villains.

“What’s so important about the factory?” Elizabeth asked. 

Words clogged Odd’s throat. XANA—end of the world—my best friends—

“I’m scared.” He whispered. It was the only thing that would make sense to her.

“Of what?” Her voice was surprisingly soft. She moved her arm and for a moment Odd thought she would touch him, but she only set her hand a little closer to his.

“I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“None of us do. Anyone who says so will have different plans within a year. That’s what my dad says.”

It was Odd’s turn to be confused. “What?”

“I mean it, he says that like eighty percent of the seniors have plans, and about half of those have big plans, and they almost all end up doing completely different things.”

“Are you talking about fucking graduation?” Odd asked, the words bitter in his mouth.

“Yeah, I-“

“This has nothing to do with graduation! I-my life-I don’t know how to live like this!” Odd was on his feet, too much energy coursing through him to remain still. “I don’t know how to live every day one after the other! I don’t know what to feel when I’m not scared! I don’t know how to be normal and not trying to save the world.” His voice caught but he talked past the lump in his throat. “I have no idea how to be around my best fucking friends because the five of us aren’t constantly ready for an attack!”

Elizabeth was standing too. “What are you talking about?!” She screamed. “What did you guys do at the factory?!”

Odd grabbed Elizabeth by the shoulders and shook. “I can’t tell you! I can’t! Cause even if I did-“ He began crying in ernest, “You wouldn’t believe me. And there’s nothing there to prove it. Pretty soon there won’t even be a factory. Just a bunch of people vacationing somewhere I can’t even look at without wanting to throw up.”

Elizabeth put her hands on Odd’s cheeks. “Tell me.” She said. It was an order, but it was calm, as though she knew he could do it if he just took a deep breath. 

“I can’t.” He whispered around a sob. His body was shaking and he started curling in on himself, putting him even closer to Elizabeth. He could smell oranges and lemons again, the scent made stronger by her sweat. She put only one arm around him, refusing to hug him, but she crushed him to her chest and waited out the tears. 

“Okay, I might never understand,” She said after a while. “And you might never tell me. And I guess I can live with that. But I was right. Maybe it’s not exactly the same, but I think everyone in our class has felt like that this year.”

“No.” Odd mumbled into Elizabeth’s neck, now damp with tears. 

“Let me finish. I know it’s something different for you, but it’s change right? Things have changed and you don’t know what to do, because you didn’t choose it. High school sucks, but none of us know how to be otherwise. What are we gonna do, who are we gonna be, how are we gonna live? Suddenly we all have to ask and we’re scared.” She ran her fingers through Odd’s hair, brushing out dirt and grass. “But, y’know, for me, the best change this year was hanging out with you. Whenever I was freaking out you would show up and we would talk and watch movies and cry and I’d think, ‘maybe change is good’.” Her arm drops back to her side. “For a few minutes, anyway.”

Odd stood up. His back hurt, his eyes burned and his whole face throbbed.

“I want to tell you.” He said. “I wish I could tell you. Maybe you’d say something like that and it would all make sense. But even I can’t get it to make sense long enough to say it.”

In the distance Odd heard his name. Elizabeth froze. It sounded like Ulrich.

“Ulrich still has your phone.” Elizabeth said. She was backing away from the direction of the voice. “He’ll be happy to see you.”

“Wait,”

“Have you thought of writing it all down? Maybe that would keep it in order.”

“Odd!” Ulrich called. It was a short bark of recognition, not the long, drawn out screams of search.

“I think he’s okay.” Elizabeth yelled back. “I was just about to text you.”

Ulrich ran up to Odd and slammed into him for a hug, spinning him around with the force of it. He started talking a mile a minute, apologizing, asking questions, hugging him tightly while also fishing out his phone so everyone would know Odd was okay. 

By the time Odd had a chance to check, Elizabeth was gone.

Part 6 

[kittykatz009]

Mocha Choco Latte: A KiriBaku fanfic

My first MHA fic, and it’s going to be a multi-chapter KiriBaku one! A special thank you to my lovely wives @wingsonghalo and @ittybittytoostormy, and my dear friend @musics-lifes-record. This insanity wouldn't have been possible without your constant encouragement. A special thank you to Wing for helping me with edits <3 I love you lots, babe Title: Mocha Choco Latte Pairing: Kirishima/Bakugou (with background Izuku/Ochacco) Rating: T, mostly for language  Wordcount for chatper 1: 3,039 Summary: Katsuki hadn't anticipated spending his senior year of University working at a cafe, but who was he to complain when it paid the bills? Besides, what could be the worst thing that could happen? Also available on: AO3

Chapter 1: Caramel Mocha Frappuccino 

If there was one thing that Bakugou Katsuki despised, it was people. Specifically, idiotic people. Like the ones who came in with a stupidly complex order that he had to repeat back twice to make sure he got each and every instruction right. Or the ones who would watch him make their drink, and the moment he would finish it, they would mention that they needed a milk alternative because god forbid they say something when ordering, or when they saw him grab the container of milk. And don’t even get him started on having to take their food orders; that was a new level of idiocy he hadn’t believed could be possible. Whoever said the customer is always right should be kicked in the face. He swore that this cafe was a beacon for idiots, and here he was, front and center, having to cater to their every whim.

“Kacchan, you’re scaring the customers again,” Midoriya Izuku commented as he approached the register to clock in.

“Can it, nerd. It’s not my fault that some people can’t get their order right the first time they order it,” he grouched, throwing a glare at the woman at the end of the counter who was typing away at her phone, her foot tapping impatiently as she waited for him to give her her drink.

“Still, you can try to be nicer to the customers. You are the cashier, after all.”

“And whose fault is that? I was perfectly happy being the cook until you fumbled because you were geeking out and spilled hot coffee all over the CEO of Nighteye Records.”

“Oh come on. I’ve apologized for that enough. You know I didn’t mean to! I just can’t help getting excited when I meet celebrities,” he complained as he shrugged on his apron.

“You’re lucky he didn’t try to get you fired, dumbass,” he scoffed, eyes rolling. He grabbed the cup from the steamer, the extra hot almond milk frothing, and quickly poured it into the to-go cup, mixing it in with the mocha syrup and the three decaf espresso shots, before popping a lid on the cup because heaven forbid he make the mistake of adding the whipped cream.

“Here,” he said, placing the drink on the edge of the counter aggressively. The woman huffed, throwing her phone in her purse before she scooped the cup up.

“About time. And would it kill you to be a little more appreciative of your customers? After all, you were the one who messed up my order in the first place. I can just take my business elsewhere, you know?” The challenging smirk she wore as she took a sip of her drink made Katsuki’s blood boil.

“Alright, listen here you b-”

“We are so sorry about the mistake! Please, have this cookie on the house!” Izuku interjected quickly, forcing himself between the seething Katsuki and the lady, thrusting a pastry bag in her direction.

“Well, at least ONE of you has manners. Thank you.” She snatched the bag out of his hand and stomped out of the store. Katsuki was fuming; how DARE she treat him like he was the idiot when she was the one who couldn’t get off her phone for more than five seconds to order her damn drink with the proper milk? He hoped she enjoyed the word “KAREN” scrawled across her cup. He turned toward Izuku, eyes narrowing.

“Quit it, Deku. I had that under control.” Izuku gulped, taking a step back from Katsuki, throwing his hands up in front of him in defense.

“You were about to call her a bitch, Kacchan. I had to do something. Sato’s told you if he gets any more complaints about you being rude to the customers, he’ll have to fire you.” Katsuki sighed, shoulders sagging as he realized just how right his friend was. He couldn’t afford to get himself fired, not with rent coming up soon. He was sure that Deku would help him out if that did happen, but damnit, his pride wouldn’t allow freaking Deku of all people to be the one to help him out of a bind like that, even if he was his roommate.

“Whatever. Anyway, Batteries for Brains dipped early, so I’m glad you showed up. Wasn’t looking forward to trying to run both the line and the register on my own. He should be lucky that all the orders so far have been for drinks and pastries, otherwise I’d have to kill him.”

“Kaminari’s a good guy. He probably had a very valid reason for leaving early,” Izuku said, heading toward the kitchen.

“Hopefully to tutoring. That guy’s math is atrocious,” he griped, counting the drawer down for shift change. “Oh yeah, pastry girl asked about you,” he called over his shoulder, smirking as he heard Deku run into the door frame, a muffled swear falling from him.

“U-Uraraka? What did she have to say?” he asked nervously, rubbing the red spot on his forehead.

“Wanted to know what you were up to this weekend. Told her to ask you herself.”

“Kacchan! That’s so rude!” Izuku whined, grabbing the pickup order ticket that printed off, scanning over it before grabbing one of the to-go cups to scrawl the instructions on it.

“What? I gave her your number, you moron. I’m not that heartless.” He finished counting down the drawer, noting that that idiot Kaminari short changed him, and took the cup from Izuku, whose face was as red as one of Sato’s cherry danishes.

“W-why would you do that?” he stammered, grabbing the next ticket and moving to the pastry case.

“Because clearly you’re not going to be the one to make the first move. You’ve been pining over her like an idiot since we first started here. I still can’t believe she caught you when you tripped on that drink that you spilled. You could barely stutter out the words ‘thank you’; do you really think I expect you to be able to ask her out?”

“I guess you’re right,” he sighed. “Thanks for having my back, Kacchan.”

“It’s whatever. You owe me one,” Katsuki grunted out as he sprayed the whipped cream on top of the drink before fitting the lid on it snugly. He placed the finished drink next to the pastry bag on the pick up rack and went for the next order. “Here, this one needs actual food. Get out of my space, loser.” Izuku took the ticket with a smile and went to the small kitchen, humming as he got to work.

Time passed idly, customers trickling in—some passing through for pick up, others dining in—and Bakugou was counting down the minutes until he was off. The dinner rush had come and gone, leaving the two to focus on the pre-closing procedures in between orders. Which left Katsuki with time to let his mind wander.

Working in a cafe wasn’t how he anticipated his senior year of university going, but it paid the bills. The place had a nice homey quality to it—the mismatched chairs and tables scattered about the dining area paired with various paintings and prints from local artists really made the ambiance. There was a small section by the register that displayed various knick knacks made in the community that were for sale, though Katsuki hated dealing with those purchases since there was a lot of paperwork involved to make sure that the right artist got their money. The real money maker of the cafe laid in the pastry case, though. Sato’s confections were famous throughout Akihabara; many locals supported the young business man who had a heart of gold and sweets to match. And Sato wasn’t a bad guy to work for. Quite the opposite, in fact; he paid his employees well and was very flexible with their schedules since most of them attended University of Akihabara, which is how Katsuki got roped into the evening shift. Not that he was complaining about that—it was generally a quiet time and he didn’t have to deal with as many stupid customers. Overall, it wasn’t a bad gig.

Katsuki had just finished breaking down the decaf espresso machine (good riddance—it was an abomination to mankind) when the bell at the front door jingled, announcing the arrival of a new customer. He took a deep breath to prepare himself for this onslaught of stupidity. The last patron had argued with him until they were both red in the face about the cafe having diet whipped cream, even though he assured him that the cafe never had any to begin with. Eventually, he was able to convince him that the drink was perfectly delicious without a topping, and sent him on his merry way, all the while wishing he could punt kick that pint-sized asshole across the room.

He exhaled and made his way to the register, finally looking up and blinking in surprise as he took in the appearance of the customer waiting on him. This guy looked ridiculous—his obnoxiously bright red hair was spiked up and Katsuki was sure that this guy was trying to emulate either a hedgehog or a porcupine. His choice of clothing, or lack thereof, was as disastrous as his hair. His chest was fully exposed and the only sort of covering his upper half had was some sort of weird cropped red and black jacket. Black pants tucked themselves into hideous muddy-red boots, but what really took the cake was not the weird open-mouth face mask that he wore; instead, it was the piss-poor attempt at red chaps that were held together by a gaudy-looking R-shaped belt buckle. He looked like he walked right off the page of some sort of shitty manga that he was sure Deku would read. It wasn’t like they didn’t get cosplayers in the cafe, because they did all the time, but this was surely the most bizarre one he had seen. The guy smiled at him, and Katsuki had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid, over-friendly cosplayers.

“Welcome to Sugar Rush. What do you want?” he asked gruffly, ignoring the softly chastising “Kacchan” coming from the kitchen. He couldn’t help it—he had had his fill of idiots for the day and his feet were fucking sore.

“Uhh,” the redhead eloquently replied, craning his neck to look at the menu. Clearly this guy was more brawn than brains, in Katsuki’s most humble opinion. Miraculously, he kept himself from tapping his fingers against the countertop in annoyance while the other scanned over the hand-written list of drinks, his eyes finally lighting up in delight as he settled on one.

“I would like one of the caramel mocha frappuccinos please!” he said with a smile and Katsuki noted that the guy even had put in false teeth; the ones grinning back at him were sharp and dangerous looking.

“Size?”

“Um, large?” he replied, though to Katsuki, it seemed like he was uncertain.

“Is this for here or to go?” Katsuki was praying that the guy said to go because if he had to wipe down the lobby one more time before they closed, he was sure he was going to lose his mind.

“To go, unfortunately,” the cosplayer laughed, handing his card over as Katsuki gave him the total. “Oh yeah, don’t you need to ask my name?” he asked, putting the card away along with his receipt.

“Nah, I’ve got it. Just go to the end of the counter,” he replied, scribbling on the cup then turning to get the ingredients, effectively cutting off any conversation. He swore he heard the cosplayer mutter something that sounded suspiciously like “of course you do ” under his breath, but Katsuki refused to ask. As he stood up, milk in hand, he was met with disapproving green eyes peering at him from over the kitchen window.

“Not a word, Deku. And I swear to god, if you come out here, I’ll kill you,” he threatened while measuring out the milk. Izuku sighed, shaking his head and disappeared from Katsuki’s line of sight, which he much preferred right now. He poured the milk in the blender, added the pumps of mocha and caramel syrup, and tossed the ice in before popping the top on the machine and turning it on. Katsuki caught himself checking out the cosplayer out of the corner of his eye while he waited for the drink to be blended perfectly. The guy was sort of cute, he mused. Kind of in that endearing puppy dog sort of way as he hummed along to the shitty pop music that was playing on the speakers while he scrolled his phone. It was ridiculous, however, that he would even be thinking about how attractive the guy was—he was sure that he would never see him again. That, and he was nothing more than a customer; Katsuki had no business daydreaming about how nice it would be to feel those arms wrap around him, crushing him to that stupidly beautiful chest that was on display for all to see. Nope, not at all. It was hopeless. Just a fleeting crush that would never come to fruition.

A crash from the kitchen followed by an exclamation of “oh holy shit ” snapped him out of his delusional thoughts, and he huffed out an angry sigh. Leave it to Deku to break something once again. He emptied the contents of the blender into the to-go cup, adding a swirl of whipped cream to the top before securing the lid to the cup with a soft pop. He felt a smirk start pulling at his lips as he turned around.

“Large caramel mocha frappuccino for a ‘Shitty Hair,’” he called out, causing the cosplayer to look up from his screen, blinking in bewilderment as he looked between Katsuki and the drink that was on the counter. The reaction was priceless, if Katsuki could admit that to himself, and it was totally worth the look on the cosplayer’s face and the shrill “Kacchan ” yelled at him. What Katsuki wasn’t expecting, however, was the cosplayer to start laughing, a deep rumbling sound that sent shivers running through him. God, why was this guy’s laugh even attractive? It wasn’t fair.

“Oh shit, that was great!” the cosplayer replied once he was finally able to catch his breath, wiping tears out of his eyes while reaching for the cup. “I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. Have a great day, man!” he exclaimed, placing some coins on the counter as a tip before grabbing a straw and leaving the cafe. Katsuki was baffled at the guy’s reaction—most people didn’t thank him for insulting them. He shook his head, pocketing the yen, and turned to see a heaving Izuku with his hands on his knees like he had just ran a marathon frantically looking between him and the now closing door.

“Kacchan! You can’t call people names like that! Do you even know who that was?” he cried.

“Uh, just some shitty cosplayer, duh?” Katsuki rolled his eyes at Izuku’s theatrics, grabbing the blender and heading to the sink to rinse it out.

“A cosplayer?? No! That was Kirishima Eijirou, Kacchan!” Izuku replied and Katsuki dropped the blender in the sink, whipping around to face him.

“Kirishima Eijirou, as in the fucking actor?” Katsuki could feel a ball of dread curling up in his stomach. He was hoping that Deku was wrong, but that nerd knew celebrities like the back of his hand. The exasperated look he got in return was more than enough to confirm his worst fears.

“Yes that Kirishima Eijirou, Kacchan. Oh my god, I can’t believe you called him Shitty Hair. What were you thinking?” he asked, pulling at his hair.  

“In my defense, I thought he was just some shitty cosplayer! What the hell was that get up, anyway? God, it was awful.”  

“Oh my god, you’re kidding me, right? He’s currently filming for the live-screen adaptation of the Red Riot comics. This has been a highly anticipated movie from director Toyomitsu Taishiro that’s been in the works for the past four years. All Might productions picked it up and they finally just got the casting settled last year and were able to move forward with the filming process. And, he’s the main character. Oh my god, my best friend just called the actor for one of my favorite comic book heroes Shitty Hair. Oh my god, what if he gets the cafe shut down? What will we do about rent money? I’m sure mom could help me out, but still…” he trailed and Katsuki had to take a deep breath.

“Calm down, you dork. I highly doubt he’s going to get the cafe shut down. Hell, he seemed to have a good laugh over what I said. Besides, if he was upset with anyone, it would be me, not you. So don’t overwork your brain over there with things that won’t happen.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Izuku exhaled, visibly calming. “I still can’t believe you did that, though.”

“Are you ever going to shut up about it?” Katsuki groaned, going back to cleaning the blender out.

“Only when you decide to stop holding you being a barista over my head because of the Nighteye incident,” he laughed, walking out to the lobby to lock the door and turn the ‘open’ sign over to ‘closed.’

“Fair enough. Now, let’s get this shit done quick. My bed is calling my name.” They continued with their closing procedures, and as Katsuki was counting down the drawer for the night, his thoughts were haunting him. He just happened to have the shittiest luck, he determined. Not only was he crushing on a customer, but the customer was an actor. An actor who he happened to insult. Holy fuck. Great job, Katsuki. Way to fucking go. As they finished closing and were leaving the shop, he decided that it didn’t matter. This would just live to be an embarrassing tale that he would make sure he and Deku took to their graves. It’s not like he would ever see the guy again, after all.

Thanks for making it to the end of chapter one of my very first BNHA fic! Hope it was to your enjoyment. Please feel free to leave a review and let me know how I did! Chapter 2 should be coming soon <3

[ashildrs-archive]

Me: I wanna write a multi chatper fic!!

Me @ me: cool, you're literally writing one for the gvbb. Why don't you write that?

Me: no not that one. Must start new one

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Yo yo! Can I get a Complementary blurb? Farrier finding out about the engagement? Love you much, my dear Rory!

Best Man For The Job

AN: This part was cut for word count because the wedding is gonna be a long af chapter. 

I’m going back to one blurb per night because things are getting tiring over here and I want to put a lil more effort into my multi-chatper fics on the side but send more requests!

- So he was out with Collins when he found out. Both just having a catch up and a bevy at their local to warm up. Collins was relating how his meeting with Genevieve’s parents had gone. Innreality, he was stalling asking Farrier about his role in the near future. 

- When Collins eventually spilled the beans, immediately Farrier congratulated him with an enthusiastic clap on the back and another round on him, all while complimenting him and Genevieve about the engagement. 

- Then, midway through that round, Collins told him something else.

- “So I need a best man.”

- “Oh yeah, Toby up for it though? He’s probably grown up a bit since I last heard about him.”

- “Actually Toby wasn’t exactly who I had in mind for my best man; I want someone who knows me well, someone I’m close to.”

- The end of the sentence hung in the air as it sunk in to the listener. Farrier almost fell off the barstool when the news finally hit him, spending a good few seconds reeling. After a swig of his drink, he pressed a hand into Collins’ shoulder, his fingers digging in for support.

- “I will not let you or Genevieve down. I promise.”

- Then he burst out laughing, a hearty sound that made Collins laugh too. 

- Once the glasses were empty and the tab was paid, Farrier followed Collins home asking questions about what he was going to do.

- “So we need suits. Our RAF uniform or were you gonna wear a kilt? Will I wear a kilt? Does Genevieve know I’m your best man? Oh God, do I have to give a speech?”

- “I am thinking of a kilt. It’s up to you. Yes, Genevieve knows. We’re not really planning something big so likely not. We can talk about it a lot more later.”

- Later for Farrier was when they arrived at Collins’ flat. But then Collins explained that he wasn’t expected to assume best man duties for a while. There was still people to tell.

- Farrier hadn’t been in Jack’s new flat yet. He felt a little out of place as he removed his shoes and stepped into the living room, alone while Collins made them some tea. Then he saw the photo of himself and Collins before their first flight. It was a lovely photo, tucked into a frame right at the front. An honourable placement amidst others. Collins was always a sentimental lad. 

- When Genevieve came home, Farrier replaced the photo and leapt to hug her. Then he recalled something Collins had said and allowed her to make the choice about their greeting. Luckily for him, she was all for the hug.

- “Congratulations!”

- “Thank you!... Did he mention something else to you?”

- Genevieve glanced over at the kitchen where she could hear Collins pottering about. Confirmation that Genevieve knew - and approved - of his position as best man made Farrier beam and he hugged her again.

- The three drank tea together before Collins drove Farrier home. It was a pleasant evening for them all.

- Jack didn’t have any reservations about Farrier, his ex-crush, being a present and active role in his wedding. In fact, he was glad that he and Genevieve were mature enough to accept and welcome his part in his life. Especially when he popped over the following day to discuss “wedmin”, or at least bring an engagement gift. 

Dunkirk tag: @tomgcsglasses, @lowdenglynnstyles, @kgcurtis30, @carneylowdenwhitehead, @scottishlowden, @theres-no-paradise, @blondeeee-e and @luleraina

Jack tag: @adriennelenoir, @from-the-clouds, @lowdensnose, @johannalauraaa and @lovelylowden

Complementary tag: @you-are-the-first-dream, @disneydirectioner, @lavidademarimar, @sweetsugarhoneyfics and @prettyboytgc

[ao3feed-the100]

Clarke Earns Her Position

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by Anonymous

Prompt: g!p CEO Lexa. Clarke is an intern and gets caught slacking off at her job. Lexa gives her the opportunity to save her position by having her suck her dick.

See Chatper 9 and 20 in the first work for original posting.

Words: 4214, Chapters: 2/4, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Kink Prompts

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Costia (The 100), Echo (The 100)

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Costia/Lexa (The 100), Costia/Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Lexa Has a Penis (The 100), Blow Jobs, Smut, Rough Sex, CEO Lexa (The 100), Intern Clarke Griffin

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[blueshiftnebula]

Summary: Between his anxiety and crazy schedule, Yuuri is still struggling to adjust to life in St. Petersburg. The weather, the people, the language, it’s all overwhelming for him. Victor is trying his hardest to help, but between training and coaching, there just isn’t enough time. More often than not, they spend days at a time hardly speaking outside of skating. What was supposed to be a successful pre-season quickly falls apart, and Yuuri spirals into an anxious tailspin.

So when Yuuri wakes up one morning feeling miserable, he assumes it’s just another cold and tries to push through it; he refuses to drag Victor down with him.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Whoa chatper 5/6! Second last one, this is so exciting for me (I’ve never uploaded a finished multi chapter fic before, I’m garbage). If you like angst and whump and sickfics and stuff check it out

[therealmnemo]

Rules: tag the person who tagged you, always post the rules, answer the questions, and add the date!  

Both @thejourneymaninn and @hollyand-writes tagged me for this <3

What are your five most popular works?  

Oh boy, hits or kudos? Because they do not match lol. Anywho, by kudos:

A Surprise in the Snow (93 kudos) - Fenris/m!Hawke. While Hawke is at Skyhold, Fenris finds something left behind by slavers. This is part of my little bird series, one of my first fanfics, and my rare m!Hawke fics.. and it’s been my most popular even after everything I’ve written. Yay kidfic!

I Need A Hero (90 kudos) - Fenris/Anders. Modern au with Cop!Fenris and Firefighter!Anders, based on art by @sixlilypetals and written for the @daficswap. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I’ve got an outline for a sequel that I’m writing for TBAAs giveway.

I Have Promises to Keep, And Miles to Go Before I Sleep (86 kudos) - Fenris/Anders. False calling prompt from @tearsofwinter. It zoomed up after adding the less ambiguous happy ending that was also requested from Tears :D

Infinity in Pieces (73 kudos) - Anders/Fenris/f!Hawke. Mermaid/Soulmate/Modernish au. This was written as a giveaway for my own blog for @fenrisofseheron. It’s my first multi-chapter that I finished and feel like it could be fleshed out a bit more, but it was fun :) 

I’m going to put down both of these, because they’re a couple kudos apart, but I think they’re about equally as popular I am a Question to the World (66 kudos) and  You Could Be Happy (61 kudos) - these are my drabble collections for Anders and Fenris weeks last year, respectively. There are pieces in them that stand out and I think they’re popular for those reasons. For Anders - “And Baby Makes Four” and “I’m Still Here”. For Fenris - “Surprises” and “Flight”. (One of my fave fenhawke writers gave me kudos after Surprises and I almost cried, and I got the most comments ever on the Flight chapter on any of my works and almost cried again.)

What are your five least popular works?

Not counting podfics or small drabbles that were originally tumblr prompts:

Critics Be Damned (11 kudos) - Gen. Varric thinks about everyone he’s lost during the changes of Thedas and what he leaves behind. I mostly got inspired by the ‘Hard in Hightown: Chatper ???” Codex.

I Still Hope (14 kudos) - Anders/f!Hawke. Got inspired by the song ‘I Know You Care’ by Ellie Goulding and wrote a bit of reflection for an f!Hawke that worries over Anders losing himself more and more to his cause. She doesn’t mourn his cause, she mourns that it has to be fought to begin with. I don’t know if that came through well enough, though.

Flight, Sundered. (15 kudos) - Anders/Fenris/f!Hawke. My poor, abandoned WiP about a Tranquil Hawke’s journey through the events of Kirkwall. It only has one chapter up. Someday I’ll get back to it. 

His Hands Shake (20 kudos) - Carver, implied Carver/Merrill. My very first fic, written for a Secret Santa. Templar Carver going through lyrium withdrawal and getting hope from Varric about the recovery thing that Cullen set up. 

The River Always Finds the Sea (21 kudos) - Karl Thekla/Anders. This is the third fic in my merfic series. I’ve come back to write this before I get back into the main series. It’s written from Karl’s POV of his time in the Gallows Circle and his relationship with Anders while he’s in captivity. 

Are you surprised? Why?

Not really? I’m a f!Hawke writer mostly, but m!Hawke tends to just really pull in readers, so seeing that continually rise to the top (an m!FenHanders one is the next in popularity) kind of bums me but I’m still proud of it. My Fenris x Anders pieces I wasn’t too surprised because the community is super thirsty for more fics (we are, I will consume them alllll) and we really look out for each other. As for the less popular ones.. still not that surprised. One is a gen and it’s super sad, the others consist of ships with Anders and f!Hawke (which just aren’t as popular), one’s a Carver fic, and the last one is a Kanders. All pairs and subjects that just aren’t that popular. 

Optional: If you want to calculate this, what are your works’ average number of notes? Idek, part of the reason of notes difference, will be cross-posting to tumblr as well as originally posting these under a different tumblr name.

Today’s date, so you can see how your results might change if you do this again in a year.

08/05/2017

Tag six people to do this next! 

I was super late in answering this, so I don’t know who all has already done it :(... tagging @pikestaff, @the-arkadian, @storybookhawke, @dorianpink, @cypheroftyr, @warriormaggie :)

[newtporn]

I have so much unfinished shit. 

Lately I’ve been struggling to write. Like, really struggling. It’s been a couple of months now, and I decided to take the matter into my own hands, rather than wait for a random burst of inspiration. 

I’m going to finish every single work I left unfinished since 2014. I realized that none of my multi-chatpered works, literally none are finished. I feel like once I finish these, I’ll be more at ease with starting something new without the fear of leaving it unfinished again. 

[st0nergh0ul]

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories:F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Relationships:

Bertolt Hoover/Annie Leonhart

Levi/Eren Yeager

Nanaba/Mike Zacharias

Additional Tags:

Vampire/ Vampire Hunter AU

Character tags to be added as they make an appearance

Ship Tags too

Polyships are a thing

Time for me to update my fanfic Chatper 2/ ???

[ao3feed-frerard]

Nothing in Stone

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2iYmvFI

by EdgarAllenPoet, nye2020

"Frank’s eyes are darting around as he bounces on the balls of his feet, and when his gaze slides down to align with Gerard’s an explosion goes off in his gut."

A multi-chatper, multi-themed clusterfuck of a group project that's 100% an excuse to use the word 'Grank.'

Words: 8718, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: My Chemical Romance

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Linda Iero, Donna Way, OC Priest, Original Alien Character(s)

Relationships: Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Additional Tags: Grank, Frerard, Collaboration, Gothic, Religious Content, New Jersey, IN SPACE!, Frank Iero is an alien, But it's not really plot relevant, Teen Romance, Romantic Comedy

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2iYmvFI