#planning out the leo fic and BOY it's gonna be angsty

[tending-the-hearth]

the first time the other leos ask 2012 leo how he's feeling about splinter abandoning them, he just shrugs his shoulders and says that he's used to it.

and they ask him what he means, and he says that splinter's died in front of him at least twice, so him just leaving the turtles behind isn't a new thing, and he doesn't process what he's said until the other three are staring at him in abject horror because what the fuck does he mean he had to watch his father die twice and not be able to grieve or do anything about it?

[lumosinlove]

Day Four: 12/17/20

On the fourth day of Ficmas, Hazel gave to thee, Sweater Weather behind the scenes!

Sweater Weather Outtakes. Sometimes I changed it because I feel like the pacing was off, which is the case in the first big chunk, and sometimes I changed it because I just wanted the plot to be different. I wrote a lot of the end of Sweater Weather in the very beginning before most of the fic was even written, just musing to myself about my boys winning the Cup. Enjoy!

TW: Mentions of being outed.

(This takes place right after they were outed.)

Sirius was doing something wrong, and that was not calling Remus for two days.

Sirius stood. “So, we’re settled.”

Alice nodded. “We have our plan. Now, as Arthur says, we just have to wait for a few punches. Good thing you’re familiar with those.”

Arthur stood, too, and slapped Sirius on the back. “I’m proud of you, kid. You’ve let no one own you, and that’s hard for someone in your position. You’ve come a long way. See you on TV, eh?”

Sirius glanced at Remus, who was talking to Alice as they walked out of Coach’s office and into the hallway. “It hasn’t been without help. Merci, Coach. For everything.”

Sirius ducked out into the hallway, half expecting to find Remus gone, disappeared, to find all of this not real. He felt like he was floating above everything, dreading the comments that he knew to expect from others, kicking himself for running, fighting to be brave about it all.

Sirius had a lot of people making decisions for him.

This one was for him to make.

There Remus was, back turned, watching Alice disappear back into her office.

Sirius’ heart pounded as he reached out and lay a gentle hand on Remus’ back. He felt like he was going to collapse with it, with wanting to be alone with him, to say he was sorry, to say how thankful he was to have him. Remus turned and looked at him, face soft. He looked as tired as Sirius felt.

“Come with me?” Sirius asked.

Remus nodded hurriedly and Sirius followed Remus towards the quiet room, where they seemed to be just making memory after memory. Remus shut the door and stayed against it for a moment, hands on the smooth wood.

Sirius took a few quick, nervous breaths. Looking at Remus, he was done trying to protect the both of them by pushing him away. He hurt without Remus and, by the set of Remus’ shoulders, he felt the same.

“Remus,” Sirius stepped forward, and Remus turned.

“I don’t care if I get fired,” Remus said suddenly, all in one breath, back against the door. “I want you. I care about you. Sirius, do whatever you need to, just talk to me about it so I can do what I need to—”

Sirius strode forward and took Remus’ face in his hands. Remus sank into his touch, like it pulled the tension coiled in his muscles. Like it was all he needed.

“I’m scared of a lot of things right now,” Sirius whispered, thumbs stroking across Remus’ cheeks. “But I’m the most scared of losing you.”

Remus’ lip shook, and he brought his hands up to hold Sirius’. “You are?”

Sirius hated that Remus even questioned it. He couldn’t seem to get close enough, pressing them together, feeling Remus’ warmth through his t-shirt.

“Remember what you said? What you said about people who told me I wasn’t good enough?”

Remus’ hands tightened around his wrists, eyes filling. He nodded. “I’d make you forget.”

“I haven’t forgotten,” Sirius said softly. “But I didn’t need you to make me forget.” He stroked his thumbs through the slow tears that blinked down Remus’ cheeks. “I needed you, so I could see that they were wrong.”

Remus let out a tear filled breath, curving a hand around the back of Sirius’ neck.

“Re,” Sirius whispered, brushing their noses together. “I see now.”

Remus let out a laugh, half sob. “C’est l’heure?” He twisted his wrist, making his watch flash in the dim light. It’s time? he had asked.

Sirius smiled, tears in his throat, relief in his chest. “Oui, mon vœu.”

Remus pressed up onto his toes and kissed Sirius hard, breath hitching. Sirius let Remus clutch him close, craving the feeling of him after what felt like so long. He wrapped him up, his strong shoulders and slim waist, and buried his nose in his hair, breathing in.

They stayed like that, kissing and close in the semi-darkness. It didn’t matter if anyone walked in, Sirius suddenly realized with a thrill. It didn’t matter at all. He could hold Remus like this in the middle of the street if he wanted. His mother’s face flashed in his mind. The image of a burning jersey, his burning jersey. A chill crept in, but he pushed it back, holding Remus’ warmth closer. He was leaving tonight. He needed all the warmth he could get. It was as if Remus remembered, too, because then he was pulling back and pressing kiss after kiss to Sirius’ mouth, to his cheeks and jaw.

“I’ll miss you,” Sirius whispered. “I wish you were coming with me.”

Remus tucked his face into Sirius’ neck, hands locked around Sirius’ waist, resting at the base of his spine. “Me too.”

“My mother will be there,” Sirius’ voice shook despite himself. “Because my brother.”

“Maybe…” Remus pulled back just enough to look at Sirius. “Maybe it will help to see her. To talk to her. Maybe it will show you that she really has no say in your life. Not anymore.”

Sirius nodded. “I think, maybe, but I also…When I see her, I can’t help it, I get all…”

“Aw, baby,” Remus sighed and pressed his cheek to Sirius’ chest.

“What about you, your family? Have you talked to them?”

Remus made a guilty noise. “I texted them…I don’t know why, I just—I wanted to sort things out with you first. I couldn’t think about anything but you.”

“Remus,” Sirius sighed. “Merde, you’re so…this happened to you, too. How are you, mon loup?”

“Worried about you,” Remus laughed and then pressed his forehead to Sirius’ chest before looking up at him. “I’m…I’m actually okay. This isn’t how I wanted to tell my family but, when I talk to them…I get to talk about you, too.”

Sirius stared at him, smile slow. “Jules.”

Remus laughed again. “Oh my fucking god. I think he’s going to pass out.” He groaned. “God, I hope he didn’t see those pictures, though. That’s…I don’t know. I wish we could have surprised him, or told him together.”

“Maybe he doesn’t know yet,” Sirius offered. “Maybe we can.”

“Maybe,” Remus said, then reached up and wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I’ll call them tonight.”

“Text me so I can call you when I get to the hotel?” Sirius asked hopefully, and Remus nodded.

“You better.”

“You wanna come over and help me pack?”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “You sure you’re gonna get any packing done with me there?”

Sirius shrugged, ducking to brush their mouths together. “Maybe a little.”

Remus kissed him, and they pressed together for a few minutes, mouths hot. Remus laughed breathlessly as Sirius leaned against him, their kisses turning deeper.

“This sounds crazy, given everything,” Sirius said, dragging his mouth across Remus’ jaw. “But I feel—I’m relieved. Are you?”

“Yes,” Remus whispered, tilting his head back so Sirius could kiss more of his neck. “I can have you.”

“You could always have me.”

“Yeah,” Sirius could hear the smile in Remus’ voice. “But now I can have you wherever I want.”

Sirius grinned, biting gently on Remus’ jaw. “I’ll take you back to Sid’s and you can wipe food off my face all you want, cameras be damned.”

Remus laughed out loud. “My dream.”

“Should we get out of this dark room?” Sirius said softly after another lingering kiss.

Remus smiled and nodded.

Here’s a really early piece of dialogue I wrote where the team finds out about Sirius and Remus on the ice after they win the Cup:

“Holy shit,” Finn said tearfully. “You and the fucking Captain. I didn’t even know who I was talking to, did I?”

“No,” Remus laughed, and Finn kissed him right on the cheek.

“Jesus Christ, Loops, we’re in love and we have a Cup.”

“We really do. Proud of you, Harzy. All of you.”

~

“I love you.”

It came out of nowhere, slammed into Remus like a check to the boards, like a gust of pure, clean win across a frozen pond. He was blissful and awake with it.

“I love you,” Sirius said again, whispered against his skin. “I love you, Remus, je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime, mon loup, Remus…”

Sirius was gasping with it, as if the words were air themselves.

Remus clutched him, hands fisting his jersey. “I love you. God, of course, of course I love you, too.”

And here’s me almost giving Pascal a career ending injury during the playoffs, which Sirius and Remus overhear the Cubs comforting Logan about. Just incase the discord wants some angsty roads to go down :)

“Oh, sweetheart,” Leo’s voice came gently, followed by a low sob, probably from Logan.

Remus and Sirius looked at each other. Sweetheart Sirius mouthed, and Remus shook his head.

“I’m fine,” Logan said, voice thick. “I’ll be fine, let’s go, we need to play.”

“You’re not fine,” came a third voice, Finn’s, Remus realized. “And you don’t need to be. Lo, c’mere, please let us be here for you. C’mere.”

There was the unmistakable sound of a short kiss, and with that, Remus grabbed Sirius’ arm and pulled back back down the hallway as fast as he could. They ended up in Remus’ office, staring at each other.

“I…” Sirius began. “Okay, I don’t know what we just heard, but…”

“He’s being comforted by his—friends,” Remus said. “That’s all we know because…”

“They haven’t said anything yet.”

[lovemeleo]

When Time Stopped - Part 1

So we were chatting in the SW/C2C discord about this topic came up. Here’s part 1 of my very first angsty O’Knutzy fic.

Characters belong to the ever amazing @lumosinlove, thank you for bringing us these amazing people and your beautiful stories.

Thank you to @thepinraspberry as well for beta-ing this for me on such short notice!

tw for car crash and resulting injuries

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It was a day just like any other, but it didn’t end that way.

When Leo woke up that morning, he had Logan pressed against him. A warm feeling spread in Leo’s chest as he gently sat up, the blankets falling down to his hips. Finn was nuzzled into his own pillow, his fingers intertwined with Logan’s on the sheets.

Leo didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to leave the house, let alone their bed. His lovely boys were all curled up and cuddly. He almost crawled right back into the bed.

But he couldn’t. Leo had been the one to ask Kasey to join him on one of their off days to help him practice. He couldn’t call it off now. Letting out a soft sigh, he pushed himself up off the bed gently, trying not to jostle the other two sleeping boys.

Leo quickly changed into some sweats and a random shirt out of the dresser. It was probably Logan’s as it didn’t really cover his entire stomach and was a bit tight on his shoulders. It didn’t matter, he was only gonna wear it to the rink anyways.

As Leo reached to grab his bag from by the bedroom door, he heard the sheets ruffle behind him. "Où est mon baiser d'adieu, mon soleil?” Logan murmured, sitting up as he made grabby hands towards the younger boy. Leo couldn’t help but gravitate towards him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Goodbye, mon chou. I love you.” Leo whispered, smiling into the kiss. Logan ran his hand through Leo’s hair as he rested his forehead on the other boy’s, “And I love you.”

There was a grumble from the sheets as Finn sat up, “I love you both. Lots.” He murmured, pulling Leo in for a kiss of his own. Leo couldn’t help it as he leaned more into the kiss, his hand resting on Finn’s sleep warmed neck. “I’ll see you both later, maybe we can get lunch after?” Leo said as he slowly pulled away, throwing his bag strap over his shoulder.

The other boys nodded, laying back on the bed as Leo blew them both a kiss. He grabbed his keys and headed out to the car, throwing his bag in the trunk before getting the car started.

Music blasted through the speakers as soon as the key turned, something with a very strong beat. Obviously Finn was the last one to have control of the radio. Leo smiled as he turned it down a bit before heading towards the rink.

Red light went to green, and he drove forward, his fingers tapping on the wheel to the beat of the song. It was just like they say on the news; He never saw them coming. One moment, he was going through the intersection, the next a truck slammed into the drivers side of the car.

Glass flew everywhere as his car rolled across the road. It finally came to a stop, and all of a sudden, all he knew was pain.

Everything hurt, he couldn’t breath. Leo finally got his eyes open, but that was a mistake. The world began to close in on him, and then everything went black.

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Finn had fallen back asleep right after Leo left, his face pressed into Logan’s shoulder. There was rumbling sound from the nightstand as Finn’s cell phone vibrated. He swung his arm over to the table, snatching it up, “‘Lo?” He mumbled, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes as he sat up.

“Hey, Finn. It’s Kasey! I was just calling to see if Leo was still planning on coming to practice this morning?” Kasey said, holding his phone in between his shoulder and ear as he leaned on his truck. “No rush or anything if he’s still sleeping, but I’m here and I thought he said he’d be here at 8.”

Finn’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at the clock which blinked 8:33AM, “What do you mean? He left around 7:45am. Are you sure he’s not inside already?” Logan sat up next to him, listening to the conversation.

Kasey glanced around the lot, shaking his head, “Nah, I don’t see his car here and I got here at around 7:50. I would’ve seen him. Maybe he stopped somewhere on the way?” He said, running his hand through his hair.

Finn felt his heart pounding in his chest, it felt like it might burst out. An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach as he clutched at Logan’s hand. “I don’t know. Let me try and call him, and I’ll let you know, ok?” He didn’t wait for a reply as he clicked off, his fingers quickly dialing Leo’s number.

“Finn? What’s going on, mon amour? Was that Kasey?” Logan said, but Finn didn’t hear him.

Straight to voicemail. Straight to voicemail.

“Hey, it’s Leo. You must’ve missed me, but just leave your name and number, and I’ll call you back.” Finn hung up before it could beep.

“Leo never showed up. He never came to the rink. Kasey’s waiting for him there, and he never showed.” Finn choked out as he looked at Logan. “He’s not answering his phone, he always answers, even if he’s at the rink.” He continued to ramble out as Logan pulled him close.

Logan bit his lip, pressing his face into Finn’s neck as he took a shaky breath, “I-I’m sure he’s fine.” He mumbled against the still warm skin as Finn cried softly into his chest.

Finn felt his phone vibrate in his lap, and he quickly answered, seeing Leo’s contact picture appear on his screen, “Leo, babe? Hello?”

An unfamiliar female voice answered him, “Is this Finn O’Hara?”

Finn’s hand clutched at Logan’s shirt as he nodded, “Y-Yes, that’s me. Who is this? Why do you have Leo’s phone?” He rushed out, feeling his hand shake as he pressed the phone closer to his ear.

“This is Dr. Amalie Wickham at Gryffindor General Hospital. I’m calling because you were listed as one of Leo Knut’s emergency contacts.” She stated before letting out a breath. “I’m sorry but there’s been an accident.”

[fanfic-inator795]

What kind of jobs do you think the turtles whould have?

Oooh, this is a fun question! ^v^ I’ll start with the easy ones first and go from there

(warning, this got preeeeetty long, lol)

Mikey: So uhhhhh *casually self-promotes my 2019 Big Bang fic*

Yeahhhh, while he totally still does art and DJing as hobbies/occasion side gigs like if someone wants to commission him or hire him for a party, but I truly believe that his love of cooking combined with the discovery that mutant/yokai restaurants are a thing are enough for him to want to be a professional chef. 

He works at Run of the Mill starting at 13 and stays there till he’s 19. From there, he travels the world, working at restaurants both on the surface and hidden down below, gaining experience/food knowledge/cooking techniques (as well as a bunch of friends and connections) and saving all the cash he can. By the time he returns home, he’s ready to open up his own restaurant - and despite him not being able to afford a huge, fancy place at first, it quickly gains popularity as one of the best places to eat in NYC no matter what you are - yokai, mutant or human!

Donnie: I like to think that he’s eventually able to either enroll in a Hidden City university or take online courses like his 87′ counterpart. Once he has his doctorate (and yeah he makes everyone call him Dr. Donnie for like a week after he gets it. The others don’t mind too much since they know how hard he worked to get it, but again they only do it for a week), he pretty much jumps around on projects, being a ‘freelance scientist’ as it were.

Sometimes he’ll be paid to work at a certain lab on a certain project, other times he’ll just work on inventions or designs for cars/computers/etc. on his own and then try to sell them. As for how successful he is, well... let’s just say he doesn’t have to make Shelldon hack ATMs anymore. 

If he ever decides that he’s tired of being an inventor or just wants to retire early, I could see him doing several things. Being a science teacher is one possibility (he does love explaining stuff), another is going into local theatre and being a minor actor (not as glamorous as the movies, but Splints is still proud), maybe even meeting up with Bullhop and being in a couple of his ballets. 

Or maybe he becomes a science museum curator, or a librarian down in the Mystic Library (oh man he would LOVE that), or a video game designer, or maybe he just gets really world and decides he’s going to go all Evil Mad Scientist for a couple months and try to take over the world, just to see if he could. Honestly, with Donnie, he has the talent to do anything he wanted to.

Raph: While pro-wrestling would probably be the easiest answer, as well as the one that makes the most sense, like with Mikey’s art and DJing I could see that being just a hobby/part-time job rather than a career. Yeah, Raph loves fighting and wrestling, but I feel like if he tried to do that ALL the time he’d burn himself out. Fighting is a fun thrill for him, but where’s the thrill in curbstomping 90% of the human opponents he’d face in the ring? And with how barbaric the Battle Nexus is, that would be out of the question too - he wouldn’t want to be hurt, and he wouldn’t want to seriously hurt or kill anyone else.

Nah, I think whatever career Raph ends up having, it’ll be working with kids. He’s an awesome big brother with a ton of patience, encouragement and enthusiasm, and while his own now-adult brothers don’t always need him, there’s plenty of little yokai and mutant kids that do need someone like that. I could see him being a coach for some little league/junior team, or heck maybe even a gym teacher or martial arts master. He and Buddy/Frankenfoot teach the kiddos how to safely spar, and for those who struggle with physical activity, he gives them easier exercises to do and tells them that the most important thing is to try. 

Another job I could see him having wouldn’t technically be a ‘career’ but I could see Raph doing it with no shame whatsoever: Teddy Bear Town employee (probably the manager). I mean... come on, Raph would freaking LOVE that job. He helps kids pick out the perfect bear/accessories, and he just loves seeing them go home happy. The 10% employee discount is pretty sweet too. Also, you just know that if some entitled parent came in and started being rude to his co-workers or tried to shame kids (”You can’t get that, you’re a boy and that’s for girls!” crap like that), he’d tell them to knock it off or get thrown tf out, no hesitation.

Honestly though, out of all his brothers, Raph is the most into being a ‘hero’ so if having an actual paid job doesn’t work out, he’d probably be pretty content just being a ninja/vigilante and stopping baddies around NYC, usually going solo but occasionally being joined by his bros and April for old time’s sake. A less angsty version of the Nightwatcher, perhaps?

Leo: Hooooo boy, this is definitely a tough one...

This boy loves being the center of attention, so like with Raph you’d think that the obvious choice would be Battle Nexus Fighter, just like his daddy. But uh, even if you ignore the unfortunate implications of what Lou went through while imprisoned there (and how he’d probably be pretty damn against it if Leo tried to make that his career) as well as the dangers in the Nexus, I have a feeling that by the time this season’s over, Leon’s not gonna want anything to do with Big Mama OR her Battle Nexus.

Unfortunately, there’s not a ton of options for Leon. Unlike his brothers, he doesn’t have a ton of hobbies or interests that can translate into a career. He’s good at skateboarding, martial arts and basketball, so if the Hidden City has any pro sports teams he could maybe get into those, but again idk if he’d want to do that full time, even with the adoring fans. He likes sci-fi and Jupiter Jim, so maybe he’d try to be an actor in a sci-fi franchise, buuuut that’s pretty much a pipedream. Splinter was lucky enough to make it big as an actor, but idk if Leo would be that lucky.

So where does that leave our blue boi? ...Honestly, I could kinda see him being a radio personality or a podcaster. The kid’s got a ton of charm and a pretty likable personality, not to mention his wit. On the right format, he could gain fans fast, and all while pretty much doing his own thing. 

He’s also really good at planning/strategizing (’Many Unhappy Returns’, ‘Lair Games’) as well as calming down conflict (as seen a bit in ‘You Got Served’), buuuut idk what jobs those skills could apply to that Leo would also be interested in. So for now, I’m gonna say he alternates between doing radio/podcasts and being a ninja/vigilante alongside Raph. But hey, I’d love to hear suggestions from you guys! ^v^

Aaaaand of course April majors in journalism and eventually becomes an awesome newscaster/investigative reporter ^v^ But hey, that’s a given, heh.

So yeah, those are all my ideas on what jobs the boys could have, should they decide to become members of human/yokai society instead of just being super awesome ninjas of the night and the heroes of NYC. 

[csjolly]

Ooh how about a pirate Killian, princess Emma fic please!? Thanks!!

I might continue this! It gets a lil angsty, but it should pan out pretty well. Rating is T for language!!

His tongue sat dry in his mouth, leaking the foul iron tang of blood into his bruised cheek and between his teeth. If it weren’t for the castle healer’s opium supply, Killian might have passed out from the pain instead of staring deliriously at the white-marveled ceiling of the sick ward.  

The chains around his wrist secured him tightly to the bed, rendering his hand useless in escape. His hook lay wayward on the bedside table, angled away and out of his reach, next to its detached brace and leather harness. Killian shifted his weight stubbornly, only to be met with another bite of pain and a searing flash up his ribcage. The gash that snaked across his torso wound from his navel to his chest, curving only under his arm to end on his side. The nurses had done well enough to suture it, but the shame that came from being blindsided didn’t falter for a second. 

After all, he was the incorrigible Captain Killian “Hook” Jones- scourge of the 7 seas- and he had been slashed into defeat by a girl. 

The blow might have been softened if she had been old enough to know what she was doing, but the young maiden’s attack had been purely an accident. He, the most feared pirate in all the realms- the scoundrel that the men feared and the women lusted after- was maimed most avidly by an unintentional persecutor! 

The girl had been recklessly running through the dusted corridors of the port village, swinging a heavy sword after her younger friend, another girl who couldn’t have been more than 17. They were play fighting, shrieking down the cobblestone pathways with giggles and whips of frosted blonde and brunette hair.

She had caught him by mistake, aiming for a sac of flour in a lonesome cart that her friend had jumped behind. The pirate captain happened to walk out the tavern door that laid right in front of the flour cart at the most inopportune moment possible, and ended up sprawled across the pavement with the bloodied wound streaking around his body like a messily carved promise. 

Blue eyes flashed wildly at his surroundings, daring to lay a glare upon his attacker, only to find a trembling little lass with wide green eyes and tangled blonde locks peering down at him guiltily. 

“Shit- Ruby…shit… oh, God. Shit.” She cursed frantically, her hands flying to her hair as her face paled. Her sword had clattered to the ground the minute she’d seen the damage it had done. It shined as a stark contrast against the stone, coated by the dark wash of the Killian’s blood. 

The younger girl, a tall brunette with dark eyes and a pale complexion, jumped from behind the cart and scampered to the blonde.

“Holy shit…” She mumbled at the scene, offering little more than the mortified assessment. The blonde huffed exasperatedly, hands twisting knots in the fabric of her dirtied skirts.“Yeah, we covered that bit!” She snapped, but her voice was shaky and she had to avert her gaze from the grunting man on the floor.

The brunette- Ruby, apparently- paid no mind to the other girl, kneeling to inspect the jagged injury.  “It doesn’t look too deep, but he needs help, Emma. We have to get him back to the castle.” 

That remark had Killian nearly jumping out of his skin, twisting urgently to sit up. The pain knocked him right back down, and the two girls became a little blurrier as he struggled to breathe. 

“No,” He wheezed out, “No castles.” The girls shared a nervous glance, before the blonde one, Emma, kneeled and grabbed his hand in hers.She stuttered warily, holding back terrified tears,“I’m sorry, I swear, it was an accident- oh god, I���m sorry.” 

If he hadn’t been gutted so thoroughly, he would have felt the need to comfort the girl, but his pain won out as he let a hiss fall from his lips. Ruby’s attention seemed glued to Killian’s left side, and the brunette sucked a deep breath in. 

“Emma-” Ruby started, and Killian had an inkling as to what the girl’s sight had locked on.

Emma continued obliviously, despite her friends attempts to get her attention,“It’s okay, my parents will help you. You’re in good hands.” He couldn’t help the indignation at that one, because she had bloody stabbed him, but was interrupted by the other girl.

Ruby seemed to choke on a gulp, and smacked Emma’s arm, beckoning wildly to Killian’s left side- directly to the deadly curve of metal that rested in his sleeve. “Emma!” She bit out, red lips curving into a grimace, “He’s going to need it. You managed to maim Captain fucking Hook.” 

Killian’s weary body chose that moment to let his vision tumble into a black stupor, and he promptly feel unconscious.

The metal clanked loudly against the frame of the cot he was chained to, outlining his strained curses. 

It seemed like hours had passed until the door opened, letting light peer into the dimly lit castle room only for a minute, as the blonde girl from before slipped in. 

She hesitated by the entry way for a minute, before jutting her chin in the air and steering herself to sit confidently in the wooden chair by his bedside. 

He raised an eyebrow (which took nearly all of his energy in itself) and tilted his head to get a better look at her. She was older than he had originally assumed- early twenties, maybe- porcelain cheeks dusted with freckles and a rosy blush arching its way across her features. Her hair was combed back, now, and she rested in a white nightgown instead of the dress she had on in the village. “Sorry,” She began meekly, but it sounded more like a question, and she didn’t bother to finish. 

Killian stared at her for a moment in cold silence, before cracking into a weakened chuckle. He found himself heaving in laughter within minutes at the sheer ridiculous nature of the situation he had found himself in, and the girl seemed to surprised to join in on the humor. 

When he had calmed down enough to ensure that he hadn’t ruptured any stitching beneath his badges, he turned back to Emma. 

“For which thing, love, attacking me unprovoked or locking me up?” He drawled, unable to grasp the energy he had found in the hilarity of the situation mere moments before. 

She shuffled uncomfortably in her seat, dropping her chin to her hands. “Your crimes of piracy are what got you locked up, and I told you it was an accident, Hook.”

 He licked his lips bitterly, and closed his eyes with a sigh. “Figuring as we’ve become so well acquainted, you might as well call me Killian,” He was half joking, but nodded softly to her, “After all, having felt the metal of your blade in my chest has brought us quite close, wouldn’t you say?” 

She blushed profusely, nearly choking at his compulsive flirtations. “You’re making me regret not leaving you there to die in the street.”

He stubbornly furrowed his brows and silenced himself to an empty conversation, but Emma seemed to have other plans. 

“Look, you should be healed enough to face the trial my parents want to give you in about a week,” He looked at her questioningly before she rolled her eyes and confirmed, “Yeah, princess, pirate, whatever. Anyways, I’d say that getting stabbed is punishment enough, and I’ll see what I can do to help you.” 

He was about to shuffle in that low tone of his that he didn’t need her help- he had survived more dire straights on his own. Something about the determination in her eyes as she stood to leave dampened the words on his tongue, and he clenched his jaw to nod in thanks instead. 

“Quit cheating!” She demanded, as he set down yet another hand of winning cards. Killian just chuckled darkly and collected the deck back to reshuffle. The last five days had led to late night card games in the sick ward, and eventually in the cells when Killian had healed enough. He couldn’t help feeling drawn to the young princess, like a moth to a flame. Each night she snuck in, he seemed to gain a piece of a puzzle that he hadn’t known he’d been solving. Her bubbled laugh and her shining smile seemed like corner pieces, but the moments of silent tension, where he couldn’t tell if she was about to kiss him or smack him- those were lost in the middle of the mess. 

There was something artful in his steady hand and the flow of the cards that had Emma mesmerized, before a loud knocking on the other cell doors grabbed her attention. Both sets of eyes trained on the door, his blue ones narrowed in defense and her green ones wide in curiosity. 

The door creaked open to reveal a young boy, maybe 13, tiptoeing into the room with a sheepish grin on his face. “Leo,” Emma hissed, “What are you doing here? You’ll get us caught!” The boy shrugged noncommittally, “I wanted to see if it was really him.” 

Emma rolled her eyes and turned to Killian. “This is my brother,” she looked back at the boy pointedly, “Leo, be nice.” 

The boy snorted and stuck out his hand. Killian’s chain was loosened just enough for him to reach out and shake it firmly. 

“So you’re a pirate, huh?” He blurted out ungracefully, and Emma elbowed him sharply in the ribs. “Leo!” “Quit being so protective of him, he’s in my dungeon too!” 

Killian let the two bicker for a minute before interrupting. “You two are hot-headed enough to be pirates yourselves.”

Emma shook her head disapprovingly, but Leo’s face stretched into a wide grin. Taking it as a hint to continue, Killian directed towards him, “In fact, if you ever get tired of this royal business, I’m sure I can find a place for you on my ship.” Emma let out a strangled yelp at this, shoving her brother behind her. 

“Not if I can help it!” She insisted, but a playful gleam in her eyes let Killian know he wasn’t about to be at the receiving end of her sword again. 

“You’re gonna die in two days anyway,” Leo reminded him, and the weight of the trial seemed to blanket a little heavier than before. Killian tilted his head up and met Emma’s eyes, which were averted and guilt-ridden.  

Killian smiled openly, covertly tucking Emma’s hand into his own. “Don’t be so sure of that, my boy.” 

Leo dawned a skeptical look and shook his head, but was ultimately corrected. Two days later, as King David and Queen Snow sat impatiently on their thrones in the trial hall, awaiting the prisoner Captain Hook’s arrival to his sentencing, a grinning Emma stumbled into the room with her hair mussed and her skirts ruffled. Leo’s face soured knowingly at his sister’s appearance, scrunching his nose in disgust and fiddling with his new deck of cards. 

The royal family waited for much longer than they should have for the captured captain to be brought to them- given that the pirate had already long-since escaped, and was well on his way back to his ship. Emma had a blushing glow about her, as if she was holding back a smile the entire time that the guards prattled on about the pirate’s mysterious escape, and how ‘no one knows where the cell keys went, your majesties’. 

That wasn’t strictly true, though, because Emma knew quite well where they keys had gone. In fact, if they ever were to resurface again, one might be able to spot the Princess’s sly fingerprints and the captain’s coy reflection in the shiny metal surface. 

[lasersheith]

Lasersheith’s Sheith Month 2018 Masterlist

These are also on AO3 if you’d rather check that out instead!

Total word count: 19750

I thought it would be a fun challenge to myself to do all the prompts for Sheith Month as pre-Kerberos fluff/humor drabbles. The original plan was to keep them all under 600 words, but I went over on about half of them lol.

Some of the snippets sound angsty, but I promise all of them are silly and light-hearted and fun.

July 1 - Dynamics // Trust

Trust |  Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 600 

Keith’s hands were barely long enough to hold both handles at the same time, and he was leaning too far to the right. Even with what little he weighed, it still made the delicately balanced machine lilt just enough to throw them off course. “You’re leaning again.” Shiro gently corrected.

July 2 - Training // Headache

Training | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 600

Of course Keith had grown, Shiro had known that he was going to, eventually. He just hadn’t been prepared to notice so acutely. After a brief 4 week training mission in LEO, Shiro had crashed back down to earth and taken his first shaking steps back in 1G only to find the solid ground swept out from underneath of him. The surly, scrawny teen with a chip on his shoulder who would fight you for looking at him sideways had grown into almost a man right before Shiro’s eyes.

And Shiro’s eyes couldn’t tear themselves away.

July 3 - Sandwiches // Drinking

Drinking | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | T | 900

Some junior officers relished their time on the night roster, scouring the halls for cadets out of bed, busting up parties, giving their friends who were still senior cadets loads of demerits just for fun. Shiro was never one of those junior officers. Sure, he’d busted Matt’s chops once or twice to get him back for a dumb prank, but generally he would look the other way and let most things slide when his turn came up on the duty roster.

July 4 - No Prompt/Free Day

I worked on my Sheith big bang fic this day!

July 5 - Guiding Light // Galaxies

Guiding Light | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 800

Shiro was always up early, but Venus was supposed to be rising at 0413 on the nose, and it was a half hour drive followed by at least an hour’s hike to get to the best spot to see it. 0200 was a much more acceptable time to go to bed than wake up, but he quietly made his way to the senior cadets’ barracks and keyed in Keith’s door code just as his watch flipped 0210. Keith was already up, boots on and backpack shouldered, sleepy but excited smile brightening his face.

July 6 - Pre-Kerberos // Post-Voltron

Pre-Kerberos | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 500

The rooftop of the junior officers’ barracks was technically off-limits, though that had never stopped Shiro from sneaking his way up to stargaze or get some fresh air. The past several months he found himself drawn to the roof more and more; just off the southwest corner the upper stage of the SLS-6 was visible far off in the distance.

It was the orbital launcher that would be taking him and his crew to the very edge of the solar system.

July 7 - Royalty // Clones

Clones | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 650

Shiro frowned as he looked in the mirror, running a hand over his head. “Matt, I thought you said you were good at cutting hair?” He grumbled, turning his head to see the slightly uneven sides. Matt shrugged. “I said I could cut hair, not that I was good at it. You’ve seen what I look like.” He protested. “It doesn’t even look that bad, you’re just being dramatic.” 

July 8 - Save Me // Hover-Bike

Save Me | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 500 

Keith was trying hard to stay awake as he stared at his computer from his suddenly very comfortable desk chair. His morning schedule was pulled up as he tried to remember what order his new classes were in. The door to his room swung open and shut again in a flurry, as a very panicked Shiro first tried crawling under his desk and then slid underneath his bed. “Shiro? What are you doing?” Keith asked, tilting his head to stare at him.

“Matt’s coming, he’s really mad. You have to save me.” Shiro begged quietly.

July 9 - Quality Time // Physical Touch

Physical Touch | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 775

There are a lot of ways Keith would describe Shiro: kind, loyal, strong, dependable, funny, smart, gorgeous, and unfortunately…

High strung.

July 10 - Suspicion // Fidelity

Suspicion | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 970

Keith hadn’t gotten a single demerit all week, not even for staying in the sims past curfew. It would have been a cause for celebration, but it just happened to be the week before Shiro’s birthday. Shiro knew Keith had to be up to something.

July 11 - No Prompt/Free Day

Another SBB day!

July 12 - Eternal // choices

Choices | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 540 

Keith groaned at his screen as he scrolled through the seemingly endless form. Concerned, Shiro looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. “Hey, everything ok?” He asked, walking up behind Keith’s seat and leaning to look at the screen.

July 13 - Happy Ending // Tragedy

Tragedy | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | T | 1.7K (whoops) 

Getting the quartermaster to agree to sign over the newest and best hoverbike in the garage for an evening wasn’t easy. Matt had tried and been denied on the basis that he was awful at driving, which while entirely fair, had thrown a wrench in Shiro’s plan when he asked only a handful of minutes later. “You gonna let Holt drive?” The quartermaster asked, glaring suspiciously.

July 14 - Alternate Realities // Star-Crossed

Alternate Reality | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | T | 1K 

Matt knew something was off the moment he woke up. It was 8am on a Saturday and he could hear people in the living room. Normally Shiro woke with the sun and he and Keith would have long been in the sims training or out wandering around in the desert by then. He pulled on his shirt and sweatpants and walked out of his room suspiciously. “What are you guys doing here?” He mumbled, stumbling his way to the kitchen and the promise of coffee.

July 15 - Sin // Habits

Habits | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 450 

Every Wednesday at 12:30, almost on the dot, Shiro and Keith ate lunch together on top of the roof of the junior officers’ quarters. Technically, it wasn’t allowed, but the area wasn’t well patrolled and it had the best view of the surrounding mountains and open desert out of the whole Garrison.

July 16 - Ignite // Error

Error | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | T | 675 

“If we die, I’m haunting both of you.” Matt grumbled, massaging his rapidly swelling ankle.

Keith looked away from the cliff face to raise an eyebrow in Matt’s direction. “If we all die how will you haunt us? Can a ghost haunt another ghost?”

Shiro groaned under his breath. “Ghosts aren’t real, and we aren’t dying. We’re gonna be fine.” He assured, trying hard to keep both of them calm.

July 17 - Sacrifice // Rebirth

Sacrifice | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | T | 400

Keith looked up from his desk in shock as his door flew open. “Smith, get out.” Matt demanded.

Smith looked up from his desk as well, but more in outrage than surprise. “What? This is my room!” He shouted back.

Matt rolled his eyes and pointed to his shoulder. “Cool story, I’m a Second Lieutenant. Get out.” He challenged. Smith grumbled to himself and shook his head at Keith, grabbing his books and stuffing them into his backpack. “Bye, now.” Matt called with mocking sweetness as Keith’s roommate stormed out.

July 18 - No Prompt/Free Day

SBB!!

July 19 - Pilot // Ninja

Ninja | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 500

Not that Shiro had ever been small in the time Keith had known him, but he’d come back from a month-long training mission absolutely huge. It made sense- astronauts had to be at the top of their game, mentally and physically. Keith wasn’t the only one that had noticed.

July 20 - Simulation // Exploration

Simulation | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 1.2k

Shiro paces when he’s nervous. He’s done it ever since Matt’s known him. Normally, it wouldn’t bother Matt so much, but he was stuck on the couch with a broken leg and no homework left to do and nothing on TV and Shiro wouldn’t stop pacing.

“Shiro, buddy, you have to sit down. For like 3 minutes. Please.” Matt practically begged.

July 21 - Coping // Stress

Coping | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | T | 800

Matt’s idea of coping with finals was to lock himself in his bedroom and turn off his phone, forbidding any human contact whatsoever until he was sure he’d get top marks in everything. Shiro however, didn’t believe in cramming for exams. He’d studied all he was going to and was confident in his ability to pass all of his tests and simulations with flying colors, no matter what his pounding heart told him.

July 22 - Parents // Orphan

Parents | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 450

Keith sounded like he was nearly in tears when he’d called Shiro and begged him to meet up on the roof. It had set off every alarm in Shiro’s brain and he raced to the stairs as fast as he could to see what was the matter. Keith was holding something bundled up in his jacket when Shiro came bursting onto the rooftop.

“I got here as soon as I could. Are you ok?” Shiro asked, slightly out of breath, as he walked over to check on Keith.

July 23 - Zodiac // Concert

Zodiac | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | T | 600

It is said that only the dead have seen the end of war.

It was almost an enviable position, Keith mused as he took in the all-too-familiar face smiling back at him from the poster. A lifetime felt like it wouldn’t have been long enough to pinpoint all of the follies that had led him there, to that moment. He brought a trembling hand up and closed his fingers around the paper. The handsome smile crumbled in his fist as he stalked down the hall.

July 24 - Betrayal // Fame

Fame | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 500 Shiro was used to being the Garrison’s Golden Boy. It was a little annoying, a little isolating, but mostly it suited him just fine. He knew how to be confident in his abilities without being arrogant and how to use his status for minor indulgences without being accused of being a diva (by anyone but Matt, at least).

Keith was always used to being the troublemaker, the discipline case, the odd man out. That suited him just fine as well. He did his best to stay out of trouble at the Garrison for Shiro’s sake. Keeping his head down, working hard in class and blowing off steam in the sims or the gym or out in the desert was a system that had taken time to perfect but Keith figured it out with only a few missteps along the way.Yes, their roles suited both of them just fine… until the first time Keith broke one of Shiro’s records.

July 25 - No Prompt/Free Day

Hit 40k on my sheith big bang fic 👌

July 26 - Rest // Nightmares

Nightmare | Canonverse | Pre-kerb & Post-canon | G | 500

“This is a nightmare.” Matt groaned, threading his fingers through his hair. “Youare a nightmare, Takashi Shirogane.” 

Shiro looked up at him with a mixture of shock, hurt, and confusion. “How am I a nightmare?”Matt glared. “Don’t give me those puppy eyes. You know you’re like this.” He gestured to Shiro’s desk and then to his body.

July 27 - Sports // Stargazing

Sports | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | T | 1.4k Most of the cadets and instructors go home for the holidays in the winter, but Keith wasn’t one of them. He didn’t dwell on the fact that he didn’t really have a home to go to, he made the best of making the Garrison his home. The only part that really bummed him out was the boredom.

He’d already finished all of his homework assigned over the break, and the simulator was down “until further notice” for maintenance, so things had started to get… weird. Gathering all his pens and pencils, he placed a coffee mug on his own desk and sat down across the room at his roommate’s desk. One by one, he started tossing the pens towards the cup, adjusting his position on the chair and the angle he threw with each miss.

July 28 - Protect // Attack

Protect | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 500

Matt had seen Shiro do a lot of dumb things over the years- he wasn’t as cool as he pretended to be. He’d seen Shiro get stuck in more than one t-shirt that had allegedly shrunk in the wash, accidentally put ketchup into his coffee because he was too exhausted to function and then drink it anyway, and he’d watched Shiro hit his head on the sim door more times than he could count.

All of that paled in comparison to the second-hand embarrassment he inflicted upon Matt every single time he was around Keith. 

July 29 - Honesty // Lies

Lies | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 400 “It’s nothing I wouldn’t do for any cadet that was struggling,” it’s not a lie the first time he says it, or if it is, it’s a lie that he believes in his soul. It might be a lie later, after a dozen trips to Iverson’s office, after countless sleepless nights in the library, after hours baking in the hot sun on the back of his bike when he knows he should be studying.

“We’re just friends,” Shiro knows it’s a lie but he says it with conviction. They never become more true, no matter how many times the words leave his lips. And they do- he says it a dozen times, maybe more. There’s nothing just about the kind of friends they are.

July 30 - Feline // Hippopotamus

Feline | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | G | 680 They named the chinchilla Churro. Keith had been adamant. Shiro had suggested Cinnamon, originally, but Keith’s eyes had lit up and when he whispered the word so reverently, Shiro was powerless but to agree. They’d done their best to find Churro’s rightful owner, but it wasn’t like he’d had a collar or anything, and he was technically contraband.

Luckily Matt’s middle name might as well have been contraband, so he and Shiro were locked in a battle of mutually assured destruction should he say anything about Shiro’s illegal pet. 

July 31 - Hero // Pain

Hero | Canonverse | Pre-kerb | PG | 900 

“I can be your hero baby,” the earplugs weren’t working. Not that Matt would have been able to sleep with the foam stuffed halfway into his brain anyway.

“I can kiss away the pain,” he pulled them out with a grimace before tossing them into the trash, putting his glasses on and stalking into Shiro’s room.

“I will stand by yo-” Shiro stopped singing and tore off his headphones, staring up at Matt from his desk like a deer in headlights.

“I say this both as your friend, and as someone dangerously close to committing homicide, you have to tell him.” Matt’s stern tone left no room for discussion or argument.

[santiagostyle]

U kno what plot twist ill only ask u for all the even numbers this time!!! Unless any of the odd ones involve music bc i know those are the ones u rly wanna answer so

MARK THE DAY KIDS JO IS BEING NICE TO ME

anyway this is a hella long post lmao s o r r y

2. name your favourite books; why are they your favourite books and do they affect your writing?

my all time favourite is To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee which like,, I feel like it doesn’t really affect my writing but it definitely reignited my love for literature which I guess consequently led to me getting back into writing??

also the A to Z of You and Me by James Hannah literally ripped out my heart and stomped on it and I’m seriously pretty sure I finished it within a few hours of starting it. That one probably does affect my writing because it’s very angsty but also in terms of style it’s pretty fragmented which is kinda the direction I tend to go in so!!!

I’m yet to make it past the first chapter but the style of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy is,,, everything 

not technically a book but I’m a theatre major so ofc i’m gonna include a play!!! 4.48 Psychosis by Sarah Kane ripped my heart out, tore it to pieces, threw it on the ground and stomped on it (also side note it took me a solid week and a half to recover from watching it performed live). the style is so abstract and disjointed and strange and fragmented but it’s so so perfect and absolutely heartbreaking (also big ass trigger warning if you’re thinking about looking it up)

ALSO i got about halfway through before life got in the way so I didn’t get the chance to finish it but I absolutely adore the style of Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury and like,,, fun fact I’m actually related to him so ???? i guess writing runs in the family ????? and yeah there are some small parts of that book that I read and thought ‘this sounds like something i would write’ just because i feel like we have pretty similar styles4. why do you like writing? what inspired you to put paper to pen?

I guess I haven’t ever really been happy just living one life or doing one thing at a time so,,,, I write 6. tag any writers that you want to collab with!

hoooooo boy um ?? literally ?? everyone??? but specifically @elsaclack @startofamoment @kasuchi @peraltiagoisland and my girl @johnnydora but for real i wanna write with EVERYONE 8. how many wip do you currently have? which one is your favourite as of the moment?

HA HA HA HA HA for real I literally have like,,, 4 Big Major Fics in the works and then like 11-12 little drabble things also in progress (and by in progress I mean I’ve thought about them and done absolutely nothing else)10. describe your writing in five sentences or less.

sentences suck imma do dot points

- I can’t write chronologically and the beginning of a story is usually the last thing I do

- I have a tendency to write ‘moments’ as opposed to actual full fledged stories if that makes sense? like I find it so much easier to write little ‘scenes’ or slices of life so i often use quite a few time jumps because i find it so difficult to write the stuff that occurs in between big moments

- i always spend so much time and so many words describing the littlest details because those are what i think are most important 

- literally everything i write has a song associated with it and i can’t write without music 

- i either use really long super flowery descriptive sentences, or sentences with like 3 words in them. there is no in between 

12. what do you associate with each of your stories? with your writing in general?

I mean I’ve only published two (2) things on here/ao3 so far but like I mentioned before the music thing so I suppose i associate particular songs with each of my stories?

but also like in general all of my writing comes from a really intense emotional place and like, even if I’m unsure of how my?? mental state?? is doing at a particular time, it comes through in my writing. so if i suddenly only wanna write fluff i know i’m doing okay, whereas i kinda have to be sad to write something angsty like the hellfic14. write a personal history/mini autobiography/author description that you don’t mind sharing.

smol anxious tina fey wannabe spends too much time crying in her room thinking about so many stories while putting off actually writing 16. three pieces of other’s writing that people need to read to understand your inspirations and you?

alright i know like everyone and their dog has already read it but foR REAL @elsaclack‘s sleepwalking changed my goddamn life alright it was literally everything i had ever wanted in a fic and i am still Shooktd to this day okay frick

Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho is also a book that is very important to me and I think everyone should read it 

Neighbourhood Watch by Lally Katz is the first play that actually made me cry just by reading it (like, I didn’t see it live, I cried reading the actual text) because god there’s so much emotion and so many issues that it deals with that are very close to my heart and it reminded me a lot of some people I’m very close to so!!!!18. make a playlist for people to listen to if they want to understand you.

AIGHT I DON’T HAVE TIME TO DO AN ACTUAL PLAYLIST RN BUT I’M GONNA EDIT THIS LATER AND ADD A LINK BUT FOR NOW HERE ARE SOME OF MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE SONGS:

America - XYLØ

Young Blood - The Naked and Famous

Go Bang - PNAU

Sucker - Peaches

Raspberry Beret - Prince

Salvation - The Cranberries

Hero - Regina Spektor

Caught - Florence + The Machine

Time (Video Version) - Stray Dogg & Devendra Banhart

Leaving the City - Joanna Newsom

September 22nd - Brock Berrigan

Havana - Camila Cabello

Queen of Peace - Florence + The Machine

Regular Touch - Vera Blue

Here I Lie - Marika Hackman

Maneater - Nelly Furtado 

Kiwi - Harry Styles

Shut Up and Dance - WALK THE MOON

Baby I Call Hell - Deap Vally

Motel - Meg Myers20. describe your writing life in one sentence. 

I have been writing since I could hold a pen, and telling stories since before then22. your favourite characters to write and why.

oBVIOUSLY JAKE AND AMY but like I think I find Jake just a tiiiiiny bit easier to write because I’m always talking about Amy, like, externally??24. name one fact about yourself that you want your readers to know about you.

for real i’ve literally been writing since i could hold a pen. my mum still has ‘books’ i wrote when i was 3 about the adventures of my teddy bear lmfao26. what are your writing goals for the week? for the month? for the year? how many words/poems do you write per week?

HAHAHAHH WELLLLLL i was meant to be doing nanowrimo this month but then some Things happened so it hasn’t really gotten done. my biggest writing goal at the moment is to make some soliddddd progress on the hellfic (it’s all planned and a lot of the next chapter is written i just,,, can’t make the words work atm) so!!!

also i pretty much write when i have ideas?? which is,,, not often unfortunately

[sonic-at-the-disco]

Hey I need a beta for a YOI AU

It’s ya boy Viktor back at it again with the trans headcanons and perfectionism.

But really, I need a beta. This is an entire fuckin series that I’m planning here, but I’ll just tell you the basic gist of this first fic so you can figure out if you care or not:

Basically, it’s a high school AU that’s focused on Transboy!Yurio & company. “& company” being Mila, Leo, Emil, Guang Hong, Seung-gil, + 2 ocs because I have plans for everyone else in the cast for future fics. (Basically, there’s a good amount of OC’s that do not matter at all other than the purpose of making the world have more than like 8 people in it. Ryn and Andy exist to start Angsty Conflict plotlines but no one else.) Also, Minami is an exchange student and this fic is about Plinami also I found out that his given name is Kenjiro and I still feel stupid about it bc wow his name is listed in each order about equally so I literally googled if Kenjiro was a first name or not. The real downside of anime is that you have no fucking idea what anyone’s name is.

It’s gonna be mostly small stories that cover their building relationship over senior year while they try to forget that Minami Kenjiro has to go home after graduation and inevitably end the relationship.

My writing isn’t as much of a mess as my 3am tweets and rambling tumblr posts, but I am a major perfectionist and I keep postponing finally posting the first goddamn chapter because I think it’s not good enough. I also add too much punctuation and too much explanation.

So yea message me on tumblr @sonic-at-the-disco or @bornforviktuuri​

OR tweet @DivaSongHana (this is also the url for my Overwatch blog where I’m working on another AU (which I need a beta for too lmao))

OR I guess you could message me on Discord at   GlitterCheesecakePrince#7848

I dunno what else to add but I’d love to have someone who can access google docs easily & who is active enough on Discord to talk with me (I’m not super active on tumblr so tumblr messages are checked like once maybe twice a day)

Under-The-Cut Bonus: If you still aren’t sure, here’s a taste of the dumb shit I write (notes and story are included)

In my outline:

~

This bit is actually based on my irl best friend

I was mid sentence in voice chat w my friends when I thought of this dumb gag

May or may not use the scene but I will do everything I can to keep this line:

Based on a true story:

Joke that a friend said when I was pitching Mila’s family drama:

SPECIAL BONUS! Actual edit that I made for a group chat conversation: