#pov kip ups

[artfulacrostic]

OKAY so having reached the end of the redoubtable pali avramapul in concert w/the return of fitzroy angursell + of course the hands of the emperor, the question that i'm stuck on is: does kip know????

SPOILERS CLEARLY INCOMING FOR ALL THREE OF THESE BOOKS. just fyi.

it seems evident from his pov in hands of the emperor that he at least subconsciously knows or suspects something, but also consciously appears to be ignorant. (also please take all of my theorizing w a grain of salt bc i literally blew through these first three books in like five days.) the dream that he recounts to uhhhh. how are we referring to the emperor in fandom. tor?? his radiancy???? that kind of sucks bc he hates that method of address but calling him fitzroy in his capacity as the emperor feels kind of insane (how dare you, victoria goddard, make me feel insane about that when the separation between the parts of himself is such a big theme. i should feel normal about calling him his name. fuck it.) the dream kip recounts to fitzroy just before he leaves on his quest is clearly like. something. there's something happening there w the connection to "domina black" and the blond man. also, kip clearly knows that fitzroy angursell has some kind of importance to the man he knows as the emperor, re: the scene where they have that discussion about if fitzroy angursell should be freed and kip says he should be freed and the moment is just insanely charged. also, in the dream kip knows fitzroy's name and calls it, but when he wakes he can't remember (to what appears to be fitzroy's chagrin). and so maybe on some level kip kind of knows something, whether the something is that artorin damara actually literally is fitzroy angursell or not. so in hands of the emperor (which you'd think would give the clearest answer, being from kip's pov) the answer is like...maybe??

but in the return of fitzroy angursell, fitzroy doesn't really give much of anything about if he thinks kip knows. i mean, he's bringing kip up in his inner monologue every two pages but like, he isn't saying oh yeah kip probably knows who i actually am. he's saying like, ah yes, kip my viceroy who is doing such a good job always. have i mentioned how every helpful project was all kip's idea?? and that's basically it.

and THEN, in the redoubtable pali avramapul, pali is like. this motherfucker knows. he KNOWS. the scenes pali and kip (and fitzroy) share are SO INSANELY DIFFERENT from each perspective that it's driving me fucking crazy, absolutely ass over tea kettle bonkers. pali is like, this bitch clearly knows who i am, he clearly knows who fitzroy is, and he is keeping him LOCKED UP and is 100% the MAIN PROBLEM HERE, and i am going to fucking MURDER HIS ASS. THE MOMENT I GET THE CHANCE.

and kip is like oh wow this woman who my lord loves...:(...i guess i get it though, she seems like, insanely amazing. i would do anything to get tor out of here so that he can be a person and be happy, and she would clearly make him happy, so i am going to specifically cross every boundary imaginable in order to be helpful to the both of them. we are having a productive conversation!!!

and you go back to pali and shes like: IM SWEARING VENGEANCE. IM PRETENDING TO BE NICE BUT IM SWEARING VENGEANCE AND IM GONNA COME BACK AND KIDNAP FITZROY AND KILL THIS SLIMY SON OF A BITCH. (bro i love her sm lmao.)

but i feel like her misunderstanding is clearly borne out of the way that even she can see that kip clearly cares for the person underneath the emperor persona, and so she assumes that he must know him as fitzroy, in order to care that much. but kip, whether he really knows subconsciously or not, just cares. he just cares so much. either way he would care. and pali is so angry at everything that both she and fitzroy have lost (and dealing w huge amounts of internalized guilt) that she is assigning blame to the first person that is readily available to be the scapegoat, even though she should know (as the scholarly expert on the reign of artorin damara) that kip literally has nothing to with stealing fitzroy away in the first place and locking him into his bonds as emperor. at most, he's culpable of standing by for a long time without attempting to help, but the amount of time he spent with fitzroy is the only reason he was able to reach past the boundaries of station imposed on the emperor and start the process that will lead to fitzroy finally being free. so he's technically guilty of not moving faster, but i feel like that was a specific part of the process that could not have happened naturally faster...idk.

but yeah anyway i'm not convinced in the way pali is that kip KNOWS KNOWS, but i feel like maybe somewhere deep down...he kind of knows?? i'm SO interested to start at the feet of the sun, where i feel like prooooobably fitzroy will end up revealing his chosen name and full background to everyone at the palace (meaning our crew of kip, conju, omo, rhodin, etc). i want this reveal so bad it HURTSSSSS. but i felt like i had to get down some of my thoughts before i start bc im feeling crazy about this. but to be fair im feeling crazy about these books in general! so fare thee well, i am diving back in, and do not yet know when i may surface :)

[wings-of-ink]

Hello, my friends!

Just wanted to pop in with some info and updates.

*The "Cursed Birthday" won the 2k follower celebration poll. Sorry dads! I don't have an ETA for that just yet. I may write it here and there until the end of the year as the motivation strikes. I think the easiest way to tell the tale would be from Oswin's POV or even a shifting POV between him and Da (Kip). I'll decide for sure once I begin to write it. Also playing with the idea of doing this in Twine to make it playable. That way you could put your MC's specifics in for maximum emotional damage.

*I will still write things about the dads though, so all my Papa and Da fans out there won't be left in the dark forever.

*I will be "patching" Chapter 5 in the near future. I redid Zahn's scene (again) which gave me such a headache on release day. I formatted the beginnings in a much more streamlined way and fixed some bugs. When I have more time to sit and go through error reports, and make more corrections to typos, grammar, and code - then I will put the patch through.

*All chapters will be getting a scrub for issues in the text in the coming months. I will do my best to find them, but self-editing is very difficult (there's good reason that professional editors exist). In the future, I may need to ask for testers/editors.

*ASKS will be changing a bit. I do not know the full extent of how because it's a trial by fire. The rules will be updated as I come across things. But, here's why:

Spoiler prevention - as much as it is possible, I want to limit spoiling content for both new and existing readers. Not just for the plot points that are developing, but also for our mystery suitor who will have a lot of unraveling in the coming chapters. I will probably make a specific tag for answers that may contain spoilers, but some of the issue is the information in the Ask itself, which I can't hide. I may opt to compile these in a big post like once a month or so. This way, if anyone does not want to see anything spoilery, it's easier to avoid.

Time management - reaction asks specifically will remain limited and they will honestly have to be a lower priority depending on the condition of my inbox. I am very sorry for this, but these can take an inordinate amount of time. I write this IF in my downtime from work and personal life, and I also use those moments to manage Tumblr. I need to balance those so I can work toward releasing more of the IF.

Patreon - I still plan to give Patreon a go probably starting January. This will help me fund things for the game, such as art, and help me justify spending even more of my time writing chapters and extras. But like everything else, I will need to allot time to work on these things.

Personal Development - I'm taking a coding class! I can work on it at my leisure and it won't take a ton of time during the week, but it will take me out of my Tumblr time a little bit I think. Fingies crossed, I will learn a lot that will help me code a better game for you!

*Inbox - I have several Asks awaiting responses about chapter 5. As noted above, I am holding these due to spoilers to give readers a chance to catch up. (I may opt to compile these in one large post.)

Anyway, that's all for now (it's at least all I currently remember, lol).

Take care, all!

~Lunan ^_^

[oacest]

Do you know much about Louise Jones at all ? Just curious as I find it weird there is nothing on a relationship out there that Noel had during the fledgling years of Oasis.

she's mentioned a fair bit in various books, usually more or less in passing.

paul's book, brothers:

Louise Jones was [Noel's] first big love. He went out with her for six years and moved out of our home to live with her when he was 22 or 23. Louise is really into going out and clubbing and she's quite tough with a strong personality. Noel needed and liked that about her. She could be as moody as him, as well, so they were like soulmates for a while. Around Manchester, Louise is considered quite a catch. Soon after splitting up with her, Noel admitted, 'I don't think I'll ever get over it.'

paolo hewitt's book, getting high:

...apart from Peggy, the woman closest to [Noel] at this point was Louise Jones. Noel had seen her around in various clubs, mainly the Hacienda, and they had eventually got chatting. Noel was still living at home, and Peggy, who got on well with Louise, remembers her coming round most nights to the house and sitting with Noel in his room. Soon, they decided to live together. Louise was manager at a Benetton shop in town and she had put her name down for a flat in India House, a large building situated in the city-centre. Meanwhile, a friend of hers was moving out, so Louise and Noel took the apartment, effectively squatting. A year later, Louise's initial application came through and they moved upstairs to a larger flat.

and

By the time Noel had joined Oasis, a lot of the money that he had earned as a roadie, and by all accounts he had received good wages, went on either enjoyment or equipment. It was left to Lousie to cover the rent and bring in the shopping.

"You'd go round there," Bonehead recalls, "and Noel, who would be something like four grand behind with the rent, would have all his mates round to watch football. They'd be drinking beer, shouting, and meanwhile Louise would be in bed trying to get some kip to go to work the next day so she could pay the rent. But you'd never hear her complain or anything."

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also interesting to note that noel finally confirmed recently that he wrote married with children from her pov, which we been knew, but nice for him to say it officially!

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 1 - Dangerous Type

[Available on AO3]

Masterlist

Captain John Price x fem!OC (Rory Sinclair) - 3rd person POV, Alternating

Summary: After being broken out of his prison, Vladimir Makarov is a man on the run with plans set in motion and lost time to make up for. Urzikstan, the United States, and the UK are all in his crosshairs and its up to TF-141 and a newly formed union of military and national intelligence agencies to stop him.

A/N: The next fic in the timeline for Lieutenant Rory Sinclair, this is the writer's rendition of COD:MWIII with a heavy dose of canon rewriting

Word Count: 2.3 K

Tags/Warnings: Minors DNI, Referenced Terrorism, Swearing, Character with Trauma, Established Relationship, Espionage, Military Inaccuracies, Original Characters

November 10, 2023 - Stirling Lines, Credenhill, UK

Tap, tap, tap.

Rory's nails click against the desk in unbroken repetition, restless as the polyvinyl of her chair squeaks under her, the bolts starting to loosen with how much time she has spent rocking in place. A rat in a maze desperately seeking the cheese.

Pushing back from the laminate wood surface before her with a slow heave, she sighs, fingers raking through loose waves of hair. Head slumping forward, dragged down to the core of the Earth between her feet, but it doesn't protect her from the blue light that emits from her monitor and sears her eyes. Signals bombard her brain with finality that she won't be getting any sleep tonight. It's the wee morning hours and the cramped settee in the corner —stiff as a board and just as comfortable — calls her name for some much needed kip, but it's an impossibility. In the dark of her office, an encrypted message sits open on her screen. Direct, to the point. One that's bound to set off a flurry of others.

Attack at port. Konni Group. One KIA. Weapons stolen.

— Echo 3-1

As she rubs the heels of her palms against the lids of her eyes, colors wash across the vast darkness. It's been seemingly unending days and nights since Makarov was made a free man by force. The gulag he'd been imprisoned in overrun by a riot kicked off by his ultranationalist PMC to break him out. Even with all the eyes and ears she had on this it still wasn't enough, a blind spot somewhere in the transfer of intel, or so she tells herself.

Sitting curled up like a prawn at her desk for hours hasn't done her any favors, and she moves to the window that overlooks the courtyard, stretching out her back with loud pops and cracks that reverberate down her entire spine. Massaging out the muscle and tendons of her shoulder that sit tight around the joint, her thumb drifts over the skin and traces the trailing, jagged mark. I had surgery, and all I got was this crappy scar — and six months kept out of the field, left to keep herself busy at a desk with the leg work that gets none of the reward, buried in all things Konni. Hope Syd's happy, she thinks, working out the stiff rotator cuff. Watching leaves scatter across the concrete below under the floodlight lamps on an otherwise silent base, her breath fogs up a small patch of the cold glass, and she idly twists the engagement ring on her finger.

It's 3:30 in the morning and she's the only one awake.

It's going to be a very long day.

The sun rises over the Midlands and clouds part to make room for the streak of fire burning across the sky. The fog that clings to the ground is scorched and heated until hissing mist lifts from the bed of the earth and rises skyward. The distant bark of orders being given and steady marching carries in the courtyard as the base stirs to life. With enough caffeine in her system this morning to keep her hands twitching, doubling and tripling her usual dose of cups of tea until she's become all too familiar with the sound of the kettle's whistle, Rory hangs on by a thread as yet another yawn climbs it's way out of her. She's been awake for nearly two days straight. Her thought process is slower, prone to brain fog, and her eyelids feel like anchors, desperate to drag her down into the abyss of sleep. The low, steady hum of computer fans and central air that flows through the cordoned off office she sits in doing little to help matters. Giving the view out her window a passing glimpse as sherbet hues paint themselves across her plain white wall in streaks through the blinds, she doesn't allow for any time to appreciate the slivers of life when she's buried neck deep in the current movements of Makarov's personal army.

The Russian's file has remained permanently open on her computer for the better part of the last year, the dark scowl of his mugshot glaring back at her on the monitor. Her days filled with little else but trying to outwit him, to predict his next move before he makes it, which is easier said than done when he strikes hard and fast and just as quickly disappears once again into the dark, his trail lost. Lulling the world into a false sense of security, left open and vulnerable for the soft flesh to be flayed with a cruel twist of the blade when calm is restored, given just enough time to believe the wound healed and forced to feel every stinging itch of the skin knitting back together, only to be torn open once more in another brutal attack, raw and weeping.

"Shock and awe," she murmurs quietly to herself. Tongue shoved firmly into the numb flesh of her inner cheek she has been chewing on while lost in thought, the skin becoming puckered and pulsating, tender while the firm muscle massages deeper. The more she locks down and narrows her focus, the less she can deny the similarities between Makarov and her own fiance. The future husband, not without his faults, shares the same cold, ruthless focus on control, willing to use any means necessary. Violence and timing. Understanding one might be all it takes to help bring down the other.

Sitting back in her chair, hands clamped around the steaming mug of tea on her desk, she stares out the privacy tinted windows onto the host of cubicles manned by her fellow soldiers, ones brought together for the single purpose of finding and stopping Makarov, no matter the cost. Their heads down, filtering through footage and files, scraping and clawing for that one thread that could unravel the whole plan. Britain's best and brightest.

A knock at her door, a few firm, short raps, draws her attention, breaking the hypnotic spell she has fallen under until the next dose of caffeine sends a burst of life through her fading neurons.

"Come in."

With a quiet creak of hinges as the door swings open, her long-trusted mate and second-in-command in this intelligence-focused operation, MI6 Officer Andrew Owen, enters. Face buried in his phone, he sips at a black coffee — his rare holdout from his time as a soldier — and takes a seat in the chair parked by her desk. Leg crossed over the other, ankle over knee, he places his phone down and brushes a hand through his hair, adjusting the blond swoop of it. Sharp blue eyes spark back at her through the tendrils of vapor that curl upwards past her own. "You sleep at all last night?"

"Does it look like it?" Her reply, dry as ever, lacks the usual charming pleasantry she is known for.

"Not particularly," Andrew's arm drapes over the back of his seat, leaning back into the plush material of the armchair, "but I thought it best not to outright say you look like shit." A smirk curls his lips, framed by the stubble of last evening's onset of a five o'clock shadow. "Might hold it against me."

She blinks, not surprised to hear her exhaustion is catching up with her, and simply shrugs in return. "Much obliged."

"You saw the message from Keller, I presume?" Brow cocked as he plucks a piece of lint from his wool trousers and gently releases it to flutter to the floor.

"Yeah, I was the one to receive it first." Her sigh sends ripples through the placid surface of her tea before she takes another sip. "We were already a step behind with the breakout, now we've got even more ground to play catch up on with the attack this morning. Got more bloody questions than I do answers and I'm not particularly fond of being put in this position."

"Well, we do know that the fund transfers to the gulag he'd been imprisoned in declined sharply in the days before the breakout—"

"Too little, too late," she mutters, rising from her chair as she reaches her arms above her head. A breath of cool air whispers across her skin as her shirt hitches up past the grip of her belt, revealing a slice of taut skin beneath. "Should have had a better eye on that to begin with." Stretching one arm across her chest, her other hand grips her bicep and holds the limb in place as she completes her daily strengthening exercises as expected by her physio. Pacing behind her desk, she pauses and locks eyes with him. "Who was on top of that anyhow?"

The gulp of his heavy swallow reveals his guilt by association. "SIS Analytics."

"Fucking bullshit," she rasps with a shake of her head. "Could've done a better job tracking that with an excel spreadsheet by myself." "Yes, well, you can't do it all yourself, can you? And besides, brass would still find a way to make a discovery like that inconsequential. It's what they're there for."

With a low hum and a rub of her tired eyes, she glances at the mug shot of Makarov, an image that had practically burned into the very pixels of the screen. "The ULF missiles this morning… any thoughts on what he's planning?"

"You're the one who likes getting inside his head like our very own version of Clarice Starling. You tell me."

Hands curling around the headrest of her chair, kneading into the cushioned material, she hunches forward. Squeezing. Choking. Silently going over a detailed timeline in her head and all the little branches that have sprung off it since she had taken the lead on the investigation. Her gaze is distant, the faux leather creaking under the tension of her fingers. "Last year, Konni was stoking war between the west and Iran. Before Makarov got out, they were weakening deals brokered for peace, or at the very least appeasement," she says with a roll of her eyes, "They know Urzikstan doesn't manufacture its own weapons, that they're being provided under the table, and they know they're being provided by General Shepherd after the fiasco with Shadow."

Nodding his head, Andrew took another sip of his coffee. "All valid, your point being?"

"It's not about pinning it on the party responsible for the weapons, if that was the case they would have leaked Shadow's comms already. It's always been about fanning flames. It's no secret the United States has its enemies, but Urzikstan?" She shakes her head. "Farah's been putting in the work to clear its name, to be seen as an ally. They only have one real enemy."

"Russia," he murmurs, eyes flicking up from over the rim of his paper cup.

"Sparking wars between other nations is one thing, it's another to start a war using one's own. I wouldn't put it past him, but —" The idea turns her guts like a stripped screw, peeling flakes of iron lodging themselves within the folds of her stomach lining. Makarov had already used Verdansk as a training exercise, spreading fear by dressing as police and paramedics while a terrorist threat was happening at a sporting event, preying upon civilians trust only to bomb an airport when the coast was believed to be clear. A situation John, Soap, and Ghost had been in the middle of four years ago.

"Suppose we'll have our answers once your man finishes his part of the equation, eh?"

That didn't make her feel any safer. John already had a target on his back when it came to Makarov, as did much of the team for playing a role in having him locked away. Whatever the Russian ultranationalist was planning it was personal, it was petty, and he was under the belief that it was for a righteous cause by following in Barkov's footsteps, and that made him all the more dangerous. Adding fuel to the fire, giving him more reasons to attack those she wasn't out in the field to protect anymore, only increased the stress response rapidly brewing in her system, the cortisol practically overflowing in her veins.

Raking her fingers through her hair, she pushes the part of her hair from one side to the other, her nails catching on her scalp. "I can't help but get the feeling we should expect blow-back from Konni after the ULF response this morning and the mission currently underway."

"Bit of a kick to the hornet's nest…"

"A necessary one though, or at least I hope it is." Her gaze darts to the screen once more, worrying her lip while staring into the pitch-black eyes of a man who seemed incapable of remorse. "Intel only goes so far. I need your side keeping their attention on travel in and out of the country, on communications traffic. Makarov's likely already on the move and I want to know where he is before he gets there. We can't afford anymore slip ups."

"I know."

"I know you know, but it bears repeating. Last time, the amount of chaos he caused… it was staggering. I won't have those kinds of casualties on my conscience. We know who he's gunning for, it's just a matter of figuring out when and how." "I've got my team with me, we'll set up shop and start looking at weapons detection. I'll order for satellite tracking and signature tracing for missiles. In the meantime…" Shotgunning back the rest of his coffee, he tosses the cup into the waste bin. "You need to get an hour of rest. Got heavier under eyes than Stephen Fry at this point, darling. You're of no use to anyone if you're a zombie," he says, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"Duly noted."

"Don't think your ball and chain would be too happy with me if I let you fall to pieces, eh?" His head tips to the side, giving her a too-wide grin. "I'll check back to make sure you haven't been drooling," he mentions, glancing down at the black Omega watch on his wrist. "Time starts now, Sinclair."

tagging: @taciturntraveller

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Will Ospreay x Reader●

Summary: You are Kip Sabian's younger sister. You grew up with Kip and Will. You watch Will return to AEW to become a full time member. Kip invites him over after AEW.

@saramusazzi99

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*Y/N's POV*

Sitting on the couch in me and Kip's living room, I have AEW on for me to watch. Kip is currently at the arena hoping to get a match. I am currently at home recovering from a broken arm. It is fully healed but I have to wait until I get cleared to come back. I grab my bowl of strawberries and start eating them watching the TV. Tony Schiavone is out in the ring talking about how they are going to be making something official right now. I look at the TV eating my strawberries.

"Welcome to AEW, Will Ospreay!"

My jaw drops hearing his music hit and him walking down to the ring. I giggle at him motioning for a hug from Tony. Tony announces that Will is now All Elite. Will announces that his obligations in New Japan are done with. He is now here for full time work. I smile hearing that. I grab my phone and text Kip real quick.

"Did you know Will was going to be there tonight?"

I set my phone down and watch as the Don Callis family comes out to the ring. I roll my eyes, grab my empty bowl and walk to the sink. I put the bowl in the sink and walk back out to the living room. My phone chimes and I pick it up off the coffee table.

"Yeah! Wanted it to be a surprise for you! I also have one for you when I come home!"

"Okay! See you when you get here!"

I set my phone down on the coffee table and lay down on the couch covering myself up with a blanket.

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*later in the night*

I am laying in bed scrolling on my phone when I hear the front door open and two people talking. I get up, head out of my room and start walking down the hallway.

"Y/N?!"

I start walking down the stairs rubbing my eyes.

"Kip, what surprise did you get...... WILL!"

I run down the stairs and jump into his arms. He catches me as I wrap my legs around his waist.

"Y/N! How are you?"

"I'm great now! I missed you!"

"I missed you too!"

He squeezes me than puts me down. I smile looking over at Kip.

"Thank you for my surprise. It's the best."

"Of course. You guys wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Yeah. I'll go get some drinks."

I walk into the kitchen grabbing some waters out of the fridge. I kinda hear Kip talking to Will in the living room so I take a little longer getting the drinks.

"Are you gonna tell her? You just gotta admit it man. I promise she feels the same way about you. She tells me all the time."

"Really? She does?"

"Yes she does. She literally doesn't want anyone else but you. I promise that."

I grab the waters and walk out to the living room acting like I didn't just hear the whole conversation.

"Here ya go boys."

I set the drinks on the table and sit down on the couch next to Will. Kip is sitting in his recliner next to the couch. I pull my blanket up around me and lean against the back of the couch. Kip puts a movie on and we all watch it for a little bit. I start feeling my eyes getting heavy and I slightly start leaning over towards Will. I lay my head on his shoulder and he leans his head over putting his ontop of mine. I start falling asleep on his shoulder.

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*next morning*

I move my head a little feeling an arm under my head and another wrapped around my waist. I slightly open my eyes seeing Will sleeping next to me. I smile a little, put my hand on his side and snuggle the side of my face into his chest. He leans down a little, pressing a kiss on my forehead causing me to smile more.

"Good morning love."

"Good morning."

I look up at him as he places another kiss on my forehead. I start rubbing his side looking up at him.

"Y/N... there is something I need to tell you."

"Will.... I heard everything between you and my brother yesterday. And everything Kip told you about me is true. I do have a crush on you. I do only want you. I've never felt this way about anyone before."

Will puts a finger over my lips shushing me.

"Y/N. I love you."

I look up at him smiling a little feeling my eyes tear up.

"I love you too."

"I really really love you. I've fallen in love with you over all these years. I was just to scared to admit it. Your brother has been pushing me to admit my feelings to you. I was just scared you wouldn't like me back."

I grab his face and kiss him hard. He wraps his arms around me kissing me back. He pulls back looking at me and I look at him smiling.

"I've been waiting to do that for a long time."

"Don't know why you waited so long."

[mapplesand]

okay so i'm gonna make an actual post about my story so everything make sense

MORBID MINDS

Genre : Contemporary | Young Adult | Coming of Age | Slice of Life | Romance | LGBT | Humor

Themes : Bullying, growing up as an outcast, neurodiversity, morally weird teens, healing from trauma and becoming a better person, exploring sexuality (and trying to be healthy with it)

Multiple POV, character driven

WIP, as of today (september 7th 2024) the story has 17 chapters and 122k words

WIP, as of today (november 24th 2024) has 21 chapters and 172k words

Synopsis

Marco is a freshman in high school, judged and bullied by his classmates for his military like clothing and “school shooter looks”, he’s considered a troubled teen and is not really trying to change that either. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, his ostracization from people is taking a toll on him and he grows more annoyed and depressed until he meets another lonely teen called Tristan.

Morbid Minds is set in Grundale, Connecticut and begins in 2022, it follows the characters during their high school years.

Content Warnings

Violence, bullying, fatphobia, homophobia, ableism, self harm, suicide attempt, overdose attempt, sexual discussion/sex talk, school shooting discussion

Characters

Marco Klein-Valdez, troubled teen with ADHD bullied by his peers for his strange behaviors and clothing style, he enjoys dark stuff and dark humor, often talking back to people in obscene ways

Marco's character intro

Tristan Lambert, autistic teenager with a passion for music and horror stories, he loves literature and poety, he tends to go along with things because he doesn't really like being the center of attention

Tristan's character intro

Joshua Roberts, popular kid and part of the people that bully Marco, he believes that since he's not actively participating in mockery he's fine and has nothing to be guilty for

Josh's character intro

Tyler Giesler, autistic artsy kid with a special interest for psychology and explosives, often talks in a monotone voice, he becomes a POV character in part 2 of the story

Tyler's character intro

Secondary Characters

Klara Klein, Marco's cousin one year younger than him

Kip Mercado, friend of Klara when they start their freshman year

Carmen Diaz, best friend of Tyler when they both lived in Texas

Maria Venturi, ex middle school crush of Marco

Dalisay Valdez, Marco's mother, born in the Philippines she moved in the US when she was 15

Bernhard Klein, Marco's father, born in Germany, his family moved to the US in 1974 when he was 6

Michael Lambert, Tristan's father, born in France, his family moved to the US when he was 12, he still has an heavy french accent and speak french with his son

(more about the characters in the links below)

Worth Noting about the story

Morbid Minds, as the title suggests is a deep dive into the minds of teens and how they can often have morbid interests and how growing up lonely and bullied can affect someone. Most of the characters are socially awkward and not your typical perfect and nice protagonist, all the characters are portrayed as complex individual with the wrong coping mechanisms. There's also a big commentary about how being perceived as a problem child and the imperfect victim can truly fuck you up.

The sexual themes of the story are meant to show and portray teenagers navigating their relationship between love, how they view sex and how they interact with it. Most of the things are not explicit unless it's in a dialogue (sometimes they say horny stuff is what it means)

This is a story about growing up and learning how to be better when no one believe in you because you're seen as a problem.

feel free to ask questions and idk everything you want because there's a lot to talk about here

Links

link to the story on AO3

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Characters list : https://www.tumblr.com/mapplesand/762971118636335105/morbid-minds-characters-list?source=share

Masterlist of the dumb quotes

List of every AU

Some posts

themes and important things I tackle in the story

headcanon game

headcanon game 2

vibe of the story but with very dumb tumblr post

marco's redflag list

Marco's clothes

Tristan's clothes

Tristan's clothes in college

Josh's clothes

Tyler's clothes

Kip's clothes

Klara's clothes

every chapter title and their explanation

dumb twitter posts with my ocs

about Josh and Tyler's relationship (might expand on that in other post)

about Dalisay (Marco's mom)

Marco, Tristan, Josh and Tyler and going through puberty

how they text

tw child sexual abuse for Tyler's backstory

Tyler and Carmen crazy friendship

height difference between Marco, Tristan Josh and Tyler

this one post about what movie they like

Marco, Tristan, Josh and Tyler's digital footprint

Marco and Tristan different take on being trans allies

Gender chart AU feat Marco and Tristan

Tyler and his weird tendencies towards physical touch

hygiene of the main characters because they all stink

Marco and Tristan picrew

Josh and Tyler picrew

dumb post about Marco and Tristan dressing up as their traditional clothes cultural background

Marco's cultural background

on fat characters in Morbid Minds

Non exhaustive list of everything Marco did before realizing he had a crush on Tristan

Josh and how he's an hypocrite

the characters and their relationship to sex

pokemon smash or pass with Marco and Tristan

winter dumbassery with Marco and Tristan

representation in Morbid Minds

Marco's vibe part 1

Marco's vibe part 2

Tristan's vibe part 1

Tristan's vibe part 2

Marco, Tristan, Josh and Tyler and Christmas

How Morbid Minds characters would react if you asked their pronouns

Marco and Tristan's relationship

Marco's playlist but I explain why the songs are in the playlist

Tristan's playlist but I also explain why there's songs here

Stuff that changed in the story in between 2023 and 2025

Morbid Minds' inspiration

Writing and Excerpts from chapters

chapter 18, Josh and Tyler, about how Tyler autistic rizz can turn a straight man gay

chapter 18, Marco and Tristan, about struggling to say "i love you"

Marco and Tristan's first kiss in chapter 10

Excerpt from the short story Guilty Bodies

Josh and Tyler's kiss in the short story Guilty Bodies

oc kiss week - stolen kiss (Josh x Tyler)

oc kiss week - desperate (Marco x Tristan)

Short Story on AO3

Short Story about how Prom went for Marco and Tristan on AO3

Short Story about Josh and Tyler's relationship after prom on AO3, warning for sex

Drawings

portrait of Marco and Tristan

portrait of Josh and Tyler

portrait of Kip and Klara

Marco and Tristan commission by Wormspoodle

Josh and Tyler commission by Wormspoodle

Marco and Tristan commission 2 by Wormspoodle

[missprincesse345]

His island queen 🌺🌺

Summary: what happens when the elite & rest of the Aew roster meet the only other important person in Chris Jerichos life in the most surprising way.

Pairing: Chris Jericho x younger wife reader ❤️

Warnings: mostly fluff

Y/n fatu ( face claim India Westbrook)

Her tattoos: left hand

Right hand:

Back piece:

Pov:

For the past couple weeks going into the new year Jericho & the elite have been dealing with the Bcc’s unruly actions against them since Chris beat yuta for the roh championship then the elite beating mox,Claudio and Bryan for the trio’s belts. The feud has been getting worse by the second from sneak attacks to down right intentionally causing physical harm not only to them but everyone else randomly for no reason it was getting ridiculous, which is why they challenged them to a street fight on rampage 2 weeks from now sick of their tactics.

“ This has to stop!!! Just because we beat them clean at the beginning of the new year those pricks wanna throw hissy fits and attack us left & right then going around randomly injuring others on the roster” Nick Jackson said snarling sitting down the boys and Chris just got back from their 5 man tag match against United empire ,kip sabian, and Ricky starks. Which of course ended in another attack by the bcc after the boys that got slightly bloody resulting in some of them getting stitches no thanks to that damn screwdriver they’ve been using.

Wincing putting the ice pack on his shoulder “ agreed this shit ends after new week can’t afford anyone else getting injured or attacked by them” kenny said closing his eyes all of them understand what it’s like to lose championships every now and then but what the bcc is doing isn’t it. “ especially coming from me being the first victim *points to eyepatch * try explaining to your 2yr old why daddy is wearing a eyepatch I’m not waiting when the day comes moment we walk out and hit the ring I’m attacking” hangman said joining kenny on the other couch holding his husband lovingly.

When feud first started hangman came out to save Kenny and the bucks from a beat down only for the bcc to hold him down and stab him in the eye while the rest were tied up let alone to beat up to help. “ can’t blame you besides they’ve had the belts for to long, Chris you good dude been quiet since we came back?” Matt said looking over at Jericho who was packing his bags silently fuming completely in his own world “ huh ? * looks over his shoulder * physically no mentally I’ll be fine *sighs * okay no I’m not okay!!!” He growled.

“ who the hell do they think they are just because regal trained them then of leaving them high dry all of them are above everybody else?! No just some wannabe house of black knockoffs” Chris said it was true though especially No thanks Bryan Danielson’s hypocrite delusional nonsense and fake propaganda crap. “ Acting like they’ve never lost before doing the most over the top bullshit I’ve seen come rampage all bets are off!!! The want batshit crazy that’s what we’re going to give them those stupid idiots are in for a rude awakening” he declared as the others agreed after this street Bryan & the Bcc’s actions are going to finally catch up to them.

- 2hrs later-

Chris and y/n’s house:

Waving goodbye thanking them for the ride Chris made it home god it feels good to say that during the whole feud he always looked forward to decompressing from all of it relaxing and being wrapped in the warmth nurturing love with the one person that always brings happiness and joy to his life just when he feels like he wouldn’t find it again.

Walking up the stairs then inside locking the door behind him Chris chuckled hearing Sade playing through the house on low then the smells of delicious food filling the room he was at peace, after playing with the dogs for a little bit he walked further into the house finding the source Chris smiled fondly leaning against the wall watching his flower moving their hips to the beat her siren honey vocals matching perfectly to the music how did he get so lucky.

Y/n’s outfit (all sets made by me) :

“ Now how did I miss this little performance? Let alone my own home?” He said teasingly startling the woman a little bit before chuckling as she smiled big walking over hugging him tightly greeting him with a loving kiss.

“ we’ll if you got back earlier than you’d have still been able to catch the whole performance” the mystery woman smiled rubbing his cheek before kissing him again “ how you feeling pain level 1 to 10?” She asked looking at the small stitches on his forehead. “ 5 so not too bad but right now I’m here so that’s all that matters, mm is that what I think it is?” He said looking at the meal she was preparing. “ yes now go get cleaned up it should be done when you come back downstairs” she giggled swatting his chest playfully.

Who was the mystery woman you ask?

Well she is not only Chris’s new wife but also well known in the wrestling world as Desiree parks but most people that know her personally especially her family she’s y/n fatu , yep that’s right she’s the usos baby sister and Roman Reigns baby cousin that wrestles under new Japan wrestling/stardom.

The two met mid 2022/23 at jeys birthday to which he was invited after word got out about his divorce from his ex wife who treated him badly and cheated on the twins wanted him there getting his mind off things. And have fun little did he know he’d find love again let alone true happiness in their baby sister as if it was a soulmate like force that brought them together.

*Flashback*

Even though he wasn’t really up for getting out of the house mingling with other people Chris was actually enjoying himself quite a bit maybe this what he needed “ hey man there’s someone we want you to meet if that’s okay?” Jimmy said joining him by the bar “ sure I don’t mind” Chris replied taking a swig from his beer.

“ cool uce , hey !!! Sis c’mere!!! * y/n turns around smiling softly hearing her brother * hey Chris this is our little sister y/n” jimmy said introducing her to Chris whom became hot and bothered instantly seeing the Carmel skinned goddess standing infront of him.

“ hi Chris nice to meet you nice to finally meet from all the stories and music the twins tell me about great to see the man himself” she said her voice like honey making him snap out of his haze. “ it’s nice to meet you I’ve seen some of your work too very amazing” he smiled shaking her hand watching her face blush a little everything was going to be okay he thought.

*Flashback over*

The two have been married for almost three years now having a private ceremony in early 2023.

Handing him his plate once he came back all washed up and clean they migrated to the living room and caught each other up on everything going on since sometimes she would be wrestling while he was touring. After dinner and dessert they relaxed on the couch watching a movie just wrapped in each others embrace towards the ending Chris looked down chuckling noticing she’d fallen asleep on his lap.

Smiling softly he just traced her cheek softly how did he end up finding himself a modern Wonder Woman a woman with a simple touch could calm him down or able to always look at situations from both perspectives fixing the problem easily without any hesitation. Beats him but one thing he does know is that no matter what he’ll always protect her.

He’s gonna win for her the nights of fear & worries will be over he hated seeing her terrified crying because of the painful physical state he come home to.

2 weeks later

It’s time the night everyone had been waiting for the Bcc we’re going face their actions but most importantly Chris was going to make them for bringing tears to his wife. He had her stay in the back with Brandi & Britt watching not wanting her to get hurt very little people know about y/n & his relationship it’s not that he was afraid of what people would think Jericho just wants that part of his life private.

Cause now or day’s people can get to you any form especially in their line of work.

The match was just getting brutal at this point both teams were pulling out all of the stops yet nobody could blame them Bcc’s actions had gone to far it was time they faced the music. Jumping slightly as Chris was slammed into the tacs Y/n silently prayed to herself watching her husband scream in pain “ his gonna be alright they all are” Brandi said rubbing her shoulders in comfort “ I know * sighs * just worried i mean get it but i still get scared when he gets hurt doing matches” y/n replied with a small smile she was no stranger to these kind of matches having done a few through out her career.

“ And you’re winners of this match the Elite & Chris Jericho!!!” They announced as the arena cheered loudly the whole building shaking with excitement and applause it was over the bcc’s reign of terror was over. Y/n let out breath of relief cheering watching Chris standing tall alongside the elite in victory both knew that the win was needed , as the boys close out the show with Britt & Brandi Chris was finally going to show the world his good luck charm to the world.

“ Now as you know that through out this whole feud we conquered and fought taking down the bcc tired of being attacked let alone disrespected right?” Chris chuckled as the crowd cheered. “ thank you cause you guys never once stopped giving us that energy to keep fighting through the terror , they caused but as you can see all of these amazing hard working people in this ring have their loved ones with them right now well I have a special person here tonight with me as well” he said smirking as the crowd got excited wondering who the mysterious person was.

“ she’s literally been my rock through this whole roller coaster of pain and craziness literally has been my light for a while now and till the day i die my heart,my bestfriend and god so much more probably going to kill for outing her * crowd laughs * so with out further ado let’s give her a warm welcome” he said pointing to the ramps.

The crowd goes crazy watching y/n walk out smiling big shaking her head walking down to the ring “ it’s Desiree parks !!! The immortal goddess!!!” Taz said in shock as Tony & Excalibur agreed in complete shock.

Getting in the ring with the help of the young bucks Chris pulled her into a tight hug rocking her softly before kissing her head holding her close “ yep this beautiful woman has been with me through it all especially during the lowest months in my life but there is one special title that not only she holds but a title very close to my heart ladies and gentlemen she’s my wife!!” he said watching her blush as the boys & crowd went crazy as she held her hand up showing off her wedding ring.

“ And with that being said Tonight will forever be the most important nights of my career!!” He said handing the mic over to the announcer pulling her into a deep loving kiss while everyone cheered & wolf whistles for the couple.

No matter what came his way long as he had his island queen by his side everything would be okay.

The end ( hope you guys enjoyed it

Her theme:

Y/n’s outfit:

[kamurawaffles5684]

Stuff I’ve had in my Google docs for a bit just staying dormant bc I can’t write anything cohesive to save my life. Btw this is for something I’m working on…hehe

[TRI-POV DRAFT]

[KIP’S POV]

Kip stood in the doorway of her living quarters. She counted the seconds on the clock, almost as if she was a robot waiting for its starting instruction. Like a soldier at the ready. Kip had been on the Helios V for about 6 years now. A seasoned veteran to the happenings of galactic travel. Of the capitalist oligarchy that was the combination Genesis and Tektora companies, formed to create GenTek incorporated. A fully militarial and technological beast of a corporate-run government. Kip hated the bastards that ran her ship. They spread her colleagues thin with work, upheld wages, and threatened to take away the bare minimal health insurance they gave to every employee. As Kip mentally prepared herself for another grueling day aboard the Helios V, walking down the hallways, the security alarms sounded overhead, the eerie noise filling her cybernetic headset. Lights overhead flashed and cut out, and she felt the ground lurch under her feet, forcing her to the ground as the mechanical voice of their ship’s AI came over the speakers. “Warning. Helios V research and science wing compromised. Evacuate immediately.” Forcing herself to her feet, Kip readied her gun, seeing several scientists flee from the north sector of the hallway, down towards the evacuation bays on floor 5. As they passed her, she attempted to ask what had happened. “Hey! What the hell happened down there?” but she couldn't even hear herself over the yells and screams of the scientists as they hurried, being attacked by something. She could barely see it against the sea of the dim red lights from the evacuation lights. It was one of those shadowy creatures that the lab boys had been creating. It was tall and lanky, its eyes and veins a piercing white color, almost glowing in the darkness of its own body. As it tore through the hallway, each kill created a completely new being. They were being recreated from the dead bodies of her colleagues. And they were just as bloodthirsty, albeit even more. She shot at the creatures, running up through the stairwell. She was on floor 2. The same floor as the science wing was on. They ran after her, crawling up the stairs on all fours, screeching at her before she shot them dead. If she didn't act quick, she was going to die.

[EDIS’ POV]

Edis had been working on his lab report when the outbreak happened. He had been finishing up the last few data points on his graph, half listening to his supervisors babble on about meaningless items. His pen had run out of ink, so he had gone to open up the drawer to his desk when he felt the blast of the observation window being broken. It was the only window that separated his team from the creatures on the other side. And now it was gone. Because he had forgotten to go up to the CEO’s office and complain about how it had been cracked for weeks and nobody had come to fix it. Edis let his own stress-induced forgetfulness overwhelm him. He had been like this ever since Kip had been selected for one of the tests. To become one of those creatures. Limos, his supervisors called them. They were something that the chief of biological and environmental science had created out of the dna of fungus that grew along the outside of the Tektus l after the starship had been ravaged by the spores they had emitted when the team had gone to Proxima Centauri B for a study on its habitable zones. The spores seized up the body slowly, like a cancerous tumor would. However, it would only happen in a matter of two days. And what made things worse is that the bodies became part of a creature known as the Mother Spore, which was a biological horror made of flesh, plants, and fungus. The Mother Spore had broken out of its containment. Its fleshy, vine-like limbs crawling its way out of the Tektus l like the twisted, short movements of a spider. And now, with the combination of the Limos, the entire Helios V had been entrapped by whatever biological network had seized those astronauts all but ten years prior to now. The limos had dug its spindly, ink-black, fleshy tendrils into his superiors’ backs, the spores taking over their bodies more rapidly than the Mother Spore ever had. The Limos were a biological nightmare. One under the control of the Mother Spore, even if it was man who had created them in the first place. Edis watched in horror as his colleagues rapidly became part of the Mother Spore’s mind, the limos’ spores twisting their bodies into horrific shapes, hearing their vocal chords being severed as their spines and necks snapped and contorted. Edis sprinted out of the laboratory, ushering whoever was left in the Science corridors outside of the blast doors. The fleshy foliage was so thick from those creatures that Edis saw several people being dragged back into the lab, the chances of them living dying out as the blast doors closed in front of their screaming bodies, as they reached out for help as they succumbed to the spores. “Go, Get out of here! We have to go!” Edis yelled, locking down every door they passed as best as he could as the creatures tried desperately to break through, hearing glass and wood break and splinter as hoards of his spore-infected colleagues took down the doors with slight difficulty, their mangled fists grasping at any surface their twisted bodies could seek out by smell. Within the rampage, Edis’ leg had been sliced clean off by one of those creatures, the stump of where his knee used to be sputtering with blood, his balance being thrown off as he closed the last door with a huff, falling to the ground. his body was slowly succumbing to the spores. He could feel something behind his eyes buzz with an eerie sense of calmness, like soft static. Edis saw just how many people had been lost to the carnage. He could see it on the cameras of the security room, where he lay curled up towards his own body, holding his injured leg. His hand reached for an audio recorder, prepared to make a warning for whoever else had survived. “Whoever gets this message…I know how these things work…kill them with fire…use the incinerator…it's the only way.” Edis’ voice cracked and corrupted as his body contorted, succumbing to the spores. He was one of them.

[QUINN’S POV]

Quinn’s fingers drummed against the edge of his desk as the warning alarms blared from outside his office. He had known that this time had been coming, where his ship would fall. He let it happen. For he had become one with the Mother Spore. All those years ago, when GenTek had just launched the Helios V, Quinn had come in contact with Mother Spore. He didnt think much of it at first. He was most likely sick from the gravity changing. But then…he started hearing things. Voices inside of his head that promised him a life full of luxury and power. Voices that soothed the headaches that were the copious complaints from his employees. He promised them things would get fixed, but he lied. He always lied. Because the less money he spent on repairing the damned ship, the more money he had in his grubby hands. He had become tone deaf to the worries of his peers. He was only focused on researching these creatures enough that GenTek would grow to become more of a technological and militarial power house than it was already. He wanted GenTek to overrule every last business on earth. He wanted that control. Because to him, differences in practice meant liabilities and competitors. And god knew what would happen if someone took the capitalistic crown from his head. He would lose everything he had ever had. “Moira. Do not let anyone leave this damned ship, do you hear me? If our Mother gets word that there are people not under her glory until she is ready, everything we have worked for will be gone.” His assistant nodded, turning the control key to shut down all emergency protocols. Quinn, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair, looking out over the Tektus I, where he could see his own reflection as he watched the Mother Spore grow over the ship. His reflection was nothing short of a creature looking as if it had stolen somebody else’s body. He wasn't the normal kind of creatures that the Mother Spore had birthed. Quinn was special. Quinn was the highest form of their kind. A Sporeweaver. A kind of Limos that could not only create spores, but hear everything through them. It was like an extra set of ears, to be exact. And his body reflected that, with just how malformed the skin underneath his human body looked. His limbs were horrifically long and thin. He had several eyes that bulged out from underneath his scalp and shoulders. He looked like he was rotting. And in truth, he was. But only to become his full self. A fully fledged Sporeweaver. Quinn laughed as he heard the screams of whoever was left inside the ship. He could feel the power rushing through him as more voices joined the chorus of the Mother Spore. He had caused all this. And he was proud of it.

[INTRO DRAFT]

A pair of semi-gloved hands clicked furiously away at a keyboard as the dim lights of an office blared overhead. The room was thick with musty air, as if the vents hadn't been cleaned in years. And in truth, they hadn't, despite the office itself being operational for almost a millennia, it seemed. Wallpaper had given way to yellowed concrete walls, chipped tiled floors covered in bleach and unidentified substances from the pipes being broken in the restrooms. The monitor at the desk had flicked on now, its screen lighting up a bright purple against the black background that previously was filled with code and terminal commands. A logo flashed upon the screen, its circular, ominous shape filling the screen. GenTek was the cooperation listed underneath the symbol, like an ever-present entity. Someone had gained access to the servers of the GenTek cooperation. Several files had been opened, as someone flicked through them hurriedly, as if they were searching for something. A project file, perhaps. GenTek’s newest project – codenamed Edelweiss– was in the hands of a mysterious someone… That was until the security breach signals went off, their screeching tones a nightmare to overhear as the figure who stood at the desk snapped the laptop shut and bolted out the fire exit, never to be seen again.

The tranquil sound of water being filtered through an oxygen tank whirred at a constant pace, the lights of the laboratory dimmed to a soft, eerie purple-blue light as the hydrostasis chamber’s management team kept a constant, watchful eye on the subject within the cylindrical chamber, obscured by the darkness, their silhouette only being seen against the odd lighting. The silhouette itself was woman-like. A slender, toned figure, her face neutral, as if asleep, but also waiting for something to happen. The subject had wires attached to her body, like silvery, slim tentacles running across her obscured skin; feeding into mechanical parts that had suctioned to her body, needles under the machinery siphoning life into her bloodstream. All was calm on the Helios V. Clipboards slightly clicked against each other as the laboratory staff took notice of the subject’s vitals, pencils scribbling down results and scientists somewhat chattering to themselves about what was being done by the other sectors along the ship. Then, against the stillness, a loud bang of the emergency blast doors was heard from the next room. The warning bells had sounded off, like eerie sirens against the deadly quiet void that was the Proxima Centauri solar system. They had collected samples from the Tektus l just a few days ago. And now, the sentient mass of flesh and plant life gurgled with joy and slithered out from the rubble it created with its lackeys the Doring team had made, their ink-black bodies devouring anything they could touch. The weathered, steel-made walls were painted thick with the blood of the scientists that were originally inside the blast doors, fungi budding from whatever open wounds were left on their gored bodies. The scientists in the room bolted towards the exit doors, leaving their prized project in the midst of an experiment. An experiment that proved she was just one neural signal away from being fully awake and ready to fight. Every crevice within the ship was soon taken over by the horrific creatures that GenTek once studied for a better understanding of life. But within the chaos, the hydrostasis chamber harbored hope, as the glass shattered from the screeching of the creature's voices, the subject lazily tumbling out of her mechanical cocoon, weary, yet alive. Her body was barren, save for whatever clothing material had covered her stomach area to keep her organs from moving too much from the odd gravity of the saline-water substance she had been floating in for months on end. She was Alive.

[ruinconstellation]

Fic rec: "Dispatches from the Junior Secretariat" by @wingedscribe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandoms: The Hands of the Emperor - Victoria Goddard, Nine Worlds - Victoria Goddard Relationships: Gaudy Vawen & Tully nai Vasiaan, Gaudy Vawen & Cliopher "Kip" Mdang, Gaudy Vawen & Tully nai Vasiaan & Zaoul of the Tkinele, Gaudy Vawen & Lord Eldo Vardes Characters: Gaudy Vawen, Tulliantha nai Vasiaan, Zaoul of the Tkinele, Cliopher "Kip" Mdang, Artorin Damara, Lord Eldo Vardes, Kiri Kalikiri, Aioru (The Hands of the Emperor) Additional Tags: Bureaucracy, Leaving Home, Family Feels, Cliopher Mdang's Relentless Competence, POV Outsider, closer to POV Newcomer actually, but that's not a tag, Canon-Typical Court Racism, Fabricated Thunder Lizard Facts Sorry Tully, Familial Rejection, Fitzroy Angursell Poetry Readings, One-Sided Rivalry, Misunderstandings, Gratuitous Use of Metaphor, Canon-Typical Gazing, The Mortifying Ordeal Of Knowing Your Boss Is Human When He's Supposed To Be An Emperor, Canon-Typical Speculation about Cliopher/His Radiancy, sibling dynamics

Summary:

Gaudy Vawen is leaving home to follow his uncle. Eldo Vardes is doing the same to defy his father. Zaoul wants to find the answers to questions only he is asking, and Tully wants to find problems only she can sort out. They collide in Solaara, where they find the Imperial Bureaucratic Service poised to aid the greatest transition in government since the Fall. And also, where they find themselves the somewhat-captive but very intrigued peanut gallery to the lives of both Cliopher Mdang and His Radiancy the Emperor. A retelling of parts of Hands of the Emperor through the the sometimes-comprehending, often-bemused, always-intrigued eyes of Gaudy, Tully, Zaoul, and Eldo as they grow and advance in the Service.

[wings-of-ink]

Since I'm feeling angsty after reading the "Why do you think I love you ask?" I came up with the following scenario (for Oswin alone):

So, MC learns they are not going to survive no matter what. And they should return home. By that point both Oswin's and MC's had confessed their love to each other. Yet, very much when they were about to reach MC's home so they could rest from the unsuccessful journey, MC falls from their horse.

Oswin, of course, goes to assist them. The fall, fortunately, didn't cause any damage. But even if it had, it wouldn't have changed anything. MC is about to die, and there is little to do now.

Oswin of course screams, so everyone can come. They are so close to home... Yet, maybe they won't reach them in time. Maybe Oswin alone would be the only one to be with MC when they eventually die.

MC stops Oswin with a gentle hand on his cheek. Their face, while sickly and full of sweat, somehow is as radiant as it could be. MC could be the sun, and Oswin was a simple planet orbiting around them. Their eyes, so calm, so loving. MC's voice is both tender and painfully weak as they say:

"Don't worry. It'll be fine. Could you just hold me? If there is anything in the other side... I want to go remembering your warmth... Your scent... Your embrace... Please Yarrow... Hold me, just once. I won't ask for more".

The childhood name had slipped from MC's mouth. Neither said a thing about it.

When everyone reaches them, MC is gone. A smile slowly fading from their face.

Ouch, Nony. You okay? This is rough. What makes it worse is that technically, if the curse does get the better of MC, this would happen on their 25th birthday. So yeah, that hurts a little extra, lol.

I don't have it in my soul to do a POV with this for poor Oswin (giving him a little break), but I can tell you some things he might do in response.

Not take it well, naturally. We're talking nuclear levels of not okay and unhealthy coping. It would take all his family and friends to keep him functioning and from working himself to death.

He'd change his name. No one can tell him no. If he was Yarrow in the end for MC, he will be Yarrow until the end of his days.

I don't think he could love again, not in the same way.

He'd quit is job and stay with his family, probably getting more obsessive over their care and well-being for a while. I am actually also thinking that Kip and Dov would be under this banner. I can honestly see Oswin moving in with them so they can be there for each other.

Grief would be a huge uphill battle for a tremendously long time. And it never is really over (grief never is) - time and space just lets him breathe a little easier. I think eventually he would meet some sort of peace, but it would take just so much time and working through. He would always look forward to meeting MC again in the hereafter. He secretly holds to the belief that their souls will be reincarnated together.

Thank you for the ask, Nony! We'll find something sweet today to go with this angst too. ^_^

Just a disclaimer: I don't have plans of killing off poor MC, not that life will be getting much easier for them or anything, lol. (I can't torture them if they're dead!)

[xxcocoiiixx]

The Elysian Idol extract: Belladonna from different povs - Luke edition

"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍."

"I got it"

"If you got it, I wouldn't have to say it for the hundredth time"

Luke stood a few paces away from Bella who was gripping the sword tightly. Luke's critical eyes swept over her the smaller girl, her knees were shaking slightly, she kept shifting her white sneakers against the dirt and it was obvious that the sword was too big for her by the way she struggled to keep it balanced.

She had to learn he told himself. If not now, within the safe confines of the camp, then never. He wasn’t used to being so harsh with her. Bella wasn’t like Annabeth who dusted herself off and got back up again. Bella was fragile, used to a soft word and a kind touch. Reassurance that tomorrow would be alright or risk her world shattering into a waterfall of tears.

But reassurance couldn’t be guaranteed, that much he knew. He slowly began sick at the possibility. Of Bella being subjugated to a fate an iota worse than she deserved. And in Luke’s opinion that little girl deserved everything and more. Day by day he was plagued by the anticipation of what’s to come. So rather than being swallowed by the storm he decided to push ahead of it.

Bella wasn’t exactly receptive to that logic, or much logic usually….

"Clearly I'm trying my best Luke."

Luke sighed. As brassy as Bella was, it wasn't often that was truly frustrated, especially at others. The clipped tone she was exhibiting now caused a pang of guilt in his chest.

His voice softened this time around. "Just- swing for me one last time. Your weapon will choose you, but only if you try"

Belladonna huffed through her nose. Her delicate features scrunched up as her focus was locked onto her target, a limp and frail straw man in the distance.

Breaking into a sprint, she raised the sword and swung as hard as she could, determined to cut the head off the straw dummy.

To Bella's surprise, her movements screeched to a halt. Her arms were almost completely stretched above her head and her torso was leaved forward at an awkward angle. Bella blinked when she looked up to see when her sword was cut. The blade was lodged right in the middle of its "neck" she tried pushing it through and pulling it out the opposite way. Neither direction budged.

"I think it chose the dummy."

Luke walked up and with little effort pulled the sword out of the dummy. He returned the sword to her only for him to freeze at the sight of her familiar tearful pout. Her round eyes somehow like got even rounder and bigger and shinier like baby doll.

Uh oh.

She didn’t accept the sword. Instead she moved around him and her body plopped onto the grass that was on the sidelines of the arena. She had her back facing him with a slouched posture that would make Silena frown.

Luke made sure to lean the sword against its resting spot before taking a seat next to her on the ground. The whole thing put him in a much younger, more childlike headspace.

"It takes practice" he offered soothingly.

The young girl practically scoffed.

“I reckon it does”

"You wanna talk?”

There wasn’t an explicit yes or no from her so for a few moments they basked in silence.

“Do you know what else takes practice?” She suddenly asked.

“No.”

“Kips”

Not what he thought she was going to say. Though at this point he was used to her not always making sense. And in her defence she has become quite the acrobat

“Y’know once I learned I wanted to do tricks like that I practiced. Every day before the crow calls. And now I could do it upside down and with my eyes closed if I wanted”

He nodded. Unsure of what to do or say. 

"I'm not a fighter Lu.” Her voice was so soft, practically a whisper at that point. The finality of it all, her being ashamed to look at him in the eye, broke his heart.

"That's not true." He was eager to protest.

Belladonna stayed silent. Suddenly finding more of an interest on the dust ruining her wide legged jeans. She didn't know how to tell him that it was true. Or that the other campers reminded her and family every day that Cabin 10 was useful in anything battle or strategy related.

"You're just different. And there's no better way to prove it than in capture the flag tomorrow when we steal the blue flag together, side by side. Wouldn't that be cool?"

She moved to lean her head against Luke's arm. She told herself it was to make herself more comfortable but there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she didn't want to openly show her distress.

"I can't. Silena and Clarisse sorted out an alliance yesterday. I'm team red again. I got a way you can make it up to me though”

“How?…”

Usually favours for Bella involve labour. He wanted to at least mentally prepare for whatever outrageously convoluted request she was about to ask of him.

"If we cross paths in Capture you can let me win”

That made him laugh aloud.

“And why would I do that”

And risk his shot at glory was also on the tip of him tongue. Though he, and everyone else at camp knew that kleos is worth dust to her unlike most demigods.

“As compensation. For being on a team that has lost so many times it has a pernicious effect an’ all”

“That’s….a mouthful. Where’d you hear a word like that?”

“Oh Annabeth said it” “Y’know I had to look it up myself. She surprises me everyday, that girl she’s as smart as all get out” Bella gushed

Luke couldn’t help but be doubtful either shrug didn’t fully understand the definition of “pernicious” (which was the likely option) or she truly didn’t care.

“Are you sure that you’re alright with what she said”

Bella shrugged cluelessly. “I’m fine. I’m sure she’s just stressed after carrying an entire team on her back since forever”

“Wait! No changing the subject” Luke groaned in response.

“Come on, pretty please!”

She had that look in her eye. That weird, annoyingly irresistible Bambi look in her eye but the scary part of it all was a slight glint of mischievousness in the corners. That gleam that shone, knowing she has already won the battle.

Luke had to break eye contact and rub at his temple. If this cost his team the victory and Annabeth found out, because she always does, she would lose her mind. But the corner of his lips couldn’t help but quirk upwards at the sight of her brighter mood.

“I’m not allowed to say no to you, am I?”

The little girl rung out her perfect laugh that resembles a ringing bell before looking up at him again. His brown eyes were warm with understanding and soft encouragement. He was at least trying to make her feel less like a complete failure of a demigod. Bella grinned playfully at the older boy with her nose high up in the air, like she was confident about her odds.

“Nuh uh”

He shook his head at the thought. Belladonna always got what Belladonna wanted it seems. She just had those doe like face that seemed to trick people into serving her before they had even realised what they had given up. Loving Bella was probably as easy as breathing.

But this was Belladonna. The girl in the tattered white dress and a plastic rhinestoned crown with half the gems missing. The girl he swore to protect since she was seven. Belladonna deserved more. And as her brother he would give her the world if she asked.

"Alright then, you have yourself a deal little lady"

[royjamielibrary]

RoyJamie Recomendations — Hurt/Comfort (Part 1)

All the Angry Men by PGHumfort (Rating: Teen and Up | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 12,232 | Setting: Season 3 Canon Divergence | POV: Alternating | Other Tropes: Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together | Warnings: Abuse/Domestic Violence)

When they finally get together, Jamie keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Roy to lose his temper with him. Jamie's father and some angry exes have laid the groundwork for disaster, but Roy is nothing like the other angry men Jamie has known before.

don't you forget about me by andrealyn (Rating: Teen and Up | Chapters: 3/3 | Words: 20,283 | Setting: Post-Season 3 | POV: Roy | Other Tropes: Amnesia, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship | Warnings: N/A)

Roy wakes up with a splitting headache and a few years of memories missing, which is bad enough. Worse is that everyone is withholding information from him because they're all loyal to Future Roy. All that means is that Present Roy is getting fed up not knowing who it is that he's dating and why it is no one will just tell him.

i watched the world without knowing what to look for by buckstiel (Rating: Teen and Up | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 6,140 | Setting: Post-Season 3 | POV: Roy | Other Tropes: Getting Together | Warnings: N/A)

It's snowing in Newcastle, and Jamie's Man City ankle injury already hurts before he hits the pitch. Or: all things must come to an end, eventually.

kip by fleeceframe (Rating: Teen and Up | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 10,433 | Setting: Season 3 Canon Divergence | POV: Roy | Other Tropes: Pre-Relationship | Warnings: Abuse/Domestic Violence)

The energy of the room shifts suddenly as Jamie’s eyes widen. It’s as though he’s just waking up, looking around quickly to get his bearings straight- as if he doesn’t remember coming to Roy’s house at all. Maybe he doesn’t. When his startled expression finally lands on Roy just off to the side, Jamie’s eyebrows raise even though his shoulders relax. He looks down at the bath again. “What’s this?” Jamie asks as he combs a hand through the beer head of bubbles on top of the water. “A bubble bath,” Roy says gruffly. He stares straight forward at the open-faced cabinet in front of him that has piles of fresh black towels on each shelf. A pause. “You put me in a bubble bath?” or the one where roy and jamie have a run in with tarrt senior and roy has no idea what he's doing even though he's trying really hard

weave your little webs by floweredhalo (Rating: Not Rated | Chapters: 2/2 | Words: 25,703 | Setting: AU | POV: Alternating | Other Tropes: 5 + 1 Things, Getting Together, Magic/Supernatural | Warnings: N/A)

“Sorry,” Sounds more like sorreh, “can you uh, stitch me back up again?” Roy can now see the large gash across his stomach and the cut on his jaw. He hisses through his teeth and winces in solidarity with the man. Roy just stares at him. Spiderman cocks his head and puts a hand on his hip as if to say well? “Yeah yeah, come on then.” Spiderman trails after him, thankfully not dripping blood on the wood floors. Though Roy thinks he wouldn’t mind cleaning up the mess. “Spidertwat.” Spiderman laughs at that. another 5+1: 5 times Roy patches up Spiderman and the 1 time he patches up Jamie (Or the one where Jamie is Spiderman and he keeps showing up hurt.)

[sincerely-sofie]

Are there more Pokémon in the old 2 au? Besides the team and the sableye crew?

While I haven’t ironed out 100% of the AU’s plot yet and therefore can’t guarantee which characters will make an appearance in the final product or how, I can say that all of the original PMD2 cast are still around, and I’d like to give everyone at least a nod here or there as a result. That said, I do have a few supporting characters in mind that I have some plans for the appearance(s) of:

Officer Magnezone and the two magnemite deputies who accompany him will appear, though I doubt it will be more than a brief cameo. Dusknoir frequently works alongside them, so they’ll be mentioned fairly often.

Twig’s neighbors, a gallade and gardevoir couple with a young daughter, will be a persistent presence during sequences set in Twig’s residence of Verdant Village. Gardevoir and Gallade see Twig as a member of their family despite how poorly her informality matches their love of courtly manners and etiquette— they’re persistent in their efforts to support and include her in the mundane happenings of her new neighborhood.

Kip’s expedition team will show up in instances of his POV.

Team Skull will finally make good on their promise to return and be back to their old tricks. Things will not go as expected for anyone involved.

A handful of my exploration team OCs will also appear for easter egg purposes— Team Crypt will be chasing leads on unsolved mysteries in the background at some point, you can count on it.

Walrein and Manaphy might appear, I’m not too sure— but if they do, Manaphy will swiftly return to the throne of Ultimate Chaos Child with a thunderous declaration of “do you have games on your phone.” Not literally, but something to that effect.

Chatot and Wigglytuff will pay Kip a visit when he returns to Treasure Town, and Chatot’s poorly-veiled worried mother hen tendencies will come out in full force when he suspects something sinister about Twig’s failure to greet Kip as she had told Chatot she intended to.

Drowzee shows up at the worst of times and nearly gets beheaded as a result.

Cresselia will appear to provide a much-needed item and break some extremely bad news.

I plan on giving every major supporting character from PMD2 a line or three saying what they’re up to, even if they don’t appear on screen, per se. For example— in The Present is a Gift, Bidoof is training as Wigglytuff’s apprentice to become the next Guildmaster, and Marill has joined the guild as the newest member!

[delilahcalicocat]

《Got your back》

Rating: None

Warnings: Your heart might melt from the amount of fluff

Summary: Millie is always there for her beloved Adam Page <3

Pairing: "Hangman" Adam Page & Millie Jackson (Original Character / OC)

WC: I don't know lol :[

[Millie's POV:]

It was Wednesday Night, Adam was on his way to the ring. I was backstage still since he told me to stay back there, he was fighting against Kip Sabian. Penelope Ford was of course at ringside, so she had some sort of plan.

Adam went for a DDT, only for Penelope to distract him. Penelope was going to punch him, which was clearly unplanned.

I know Adam told me to stay backstage, but I wasn't gonna stand by and let this happen. I ran out to the ring and hit Penelope with a Powerbomb, Adam in that time hit Kip with a DDT and Got the pin.

As the cherry on top of the Cake, we stood in the ring as Adam had his arm raised, after that.

He walked towards me, and captured our lips in a kiss, The entire crowd was shocked at the action.

"Let's go Home Darlin" He said to me

"O-Ok" I said, still a little shocked about the kiss from mere seconds ago.

"I Love you Darlin'.." He muttered as we walked up the ramp to go backstage

"I Love you too Adam.." I Replied

He seemed a little shocked I understood his muttering.

"I guess. Thanks for the save." He said

"No problem, I've always got your back" I said with a little smile

Hope you enjoyed this tooth rotting Fluff story :D

[oddyssey77]

The Festival Part 1 - Will

This story takes after Heroes of Olympus and 4 weeks after Jason's mysterious death. Everyone is grieving and Will has set up a festival in his honor. Jason died in my own original way that will be explained later in the story.

POV Will Solace 

The day of the festival had finally arrived. I had prepared tirelessly for this and made sure that no detail had been left unchecked. I leapt out of bed and began ordering some of the Apollo campers around. All the cabins were looking perfect. Yesterday I managed to convince Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon to pressure wash the cabins which was a job that had needed to be done years ago.

I meet up with Piper, the head counsellor for the Aphrodite cabin, and begin doing the cabin inspections.

"Big day today," Piper says, clearly noticing my nerves.

"I know," I reply trying not to think about it, "Gods, I hope this works out."

"It will" she says reassuringly, "I bet they'll even make it an annual event."

I liked that idea. Imagine how cool it would be for an idea you came up with yourself to become a yearly event to take place for decades to come

Most cabin counsellors had taken initiative and had made sure that the campers had tidied up their messes but there were a few stragglers as always. So as Piper made off to pull Clovis out of bed, I made my way to Cabin 3 where I would have to confront the son of the sea god

When I enter Cabin 3 I am instantly hit by the stench of dirty laundry. The room was a kip. Everywhere I looked there were piles of old t-shirts, dirty socks, dead sea plants and old food that hadn't been cleaned away. The only part of the room that managed to avoid this state of destruction was the mantelpiece.

There are photos of friends, family and fallen demigods. I immediately recognized the faces of Lee Fletcher and Michael Yew, two previous Apollo campers who died in battle. I also saw Selina Beauregard, Charles Beckendorf and in the center was Jason. Then I heard a snore, I looked to my left and there he was... Percy Jackson, the guy who saved the world, the camp, and Olympus, lying sprawled over his bed in boxer shorts and a baggy t-shirt.

"Not today Will," Percy groaned at me, half asleep, "I don't feel like getting up."

"Percy, today is the festival," I said impatiently "So stop being a baby, tidy up this bombsite, and stop feeling sorry for yourself."

"Ughhh," Percy sighed but just rolled further into his bed, "I won't celebrate anything. Not without Jason here."

I feel bad for Percy. It had been 4 weeks since Jason's death and Percy had not been taking it well so I decide to leave him. I look up at the big house and see a woman with soft hair and kind eyes making her way down to the camp. She is holding hands with a young child who seemed to be her daughter. The little girl was looking around, clearly amazed by how cool the camp was. Then, Annabeth Chase, Percy's girlfriend, greets them graciously. She looks over at me and gives me a look to signal

"Is Percy still in bed?" 

"Yes, we should probably leave him," I gesture back at her. 

Annabeth tilts her head toward the woman and I realise that I am looking at Percy's mother Sally Jackson. She must have come early to help set up. They finally get close enough to me to communicate with Annabeth properly, but she seems to have forgotten I was there. She looks like she is desperately trying to redirect Percy's mom and stop her from going into cabin 3 and seeing both the mess and her son lying around carelessly. I decide to jump in and help.

"Hi, I'm Will Solace from the Apollo cabin. You must be Sally Jackson."

"Yes, that's me," she says kindly, "and this is Estelle." she gestures at the little girl who hadn't paid me any attention and was instead trying to tell her mother something.

"Mommy, someday I wanna be as pretty as those girls!" she was pointing at the Aphrodite girls standing outside cabin 10. Piper who was just on her way back from the Hypnos cabin seems to have overheard this because she walks over to us chuckling and tells Estelle that someday, she'll be prettier than all the Aphrodite girls. This made Estelle giggle. 

"If you want, I can show you around camp," Piper tells her 

"Please, Mommy, pleaseeee," Sally looks hesitant but Annabeth assures her that Piper will take good care of Estelle. 

"Alright," Sally sighs, "Don't show her anything scary."

"I won't," Piper promises

"Now, where is Percy?" Sally asks. Annabeth gives up trying to make excuses and instead tries to block the door, in an attempt to shield Percy from his mother. But then I step in.

"Have you signed in yet?" I asked Sally. Annabeth looked confused 

"What do you mean?" Sally asks

"You need to sign in at the big house before you come into the camp or the harpies will eat you." Sally looked stunned. 

"Is Estelle going to be okay?" she says looking worried.

"You can sign in for her" Annabeth suggests finally copping on

"I can take you up to the big house," Annabeth tells her while flashing me a look that I read as "get Percy fixed up fast." 

I was going to remind Annabeth that I was the one who planned the festival and I have duties other than tidying the Poseidon cabin but I decided that I could probably sacrifice some time for Percy.

After I finish helping Percy with his cabin, I make my way up to the dining pavilion to help prepare for our guests but once I get there, I am greeted only by Leo Valdez, counsellor for cabin nine, Hephaestus. I look around and realise that there's no one else there except for him and all the work had already been done.

"Brooo," he says to me, "Where have you been?" 

"What do you mean, It's only eleven o' clock," I say looking at my watch

"Nah it's twelve, you gotta keep up with the daylight savings man." 

I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I, a child of the sun god, forgot daylight savings.

"Chiron's mad that you didn't help out" Leo says to me calmly

"Where is he" I ask with a more urgent tone in my voice but Leo remains relaxed

"Out by the tree greeting the visitors with the rest of the camp,"

I begin to panic

"Why aren't you there then" I had already begun to sprint for the camp entrance. I wasn't really awaiting a response, I just assume that Leo simply wasn't bothered to stand around welcoming people that he has never met before and probably won't ever meet again. As I am running, Percy catches up with me. He must have also realised that we were an hour off and had a look of terror in his face that I could only interoperate as "Annabeth's going to dice me like an onion."

I shuffle into line next to Clarisse from the Ares cabin. She scowls at me but no one else seems to notice my late arrival. All of the campers are arranged by their cabins with the counsellors lined up at the front. I hear a horn blow in the distance as a banner is raised. Camp Jupiter, the Roman counterpart to Camp Half Blood and the slightly scarier version. We all watch as the 12th Legion Fulminata march up the hill. I recognize a few faces at the front. Reyna, Hazel, Frank and others that I remember from various battles. I also notice Jason Grace's absence from the group. The Romans are greeted by Chiron and make their way into the campgrounds.

Following behind Camp Jupiter was a slightly smaller group and one that I don't know as well as the Romans. An assortment of teenage and preteen girls all in warrior gear march up the hill led by a girl who looked about 16 and had long, luscious, blonde hair. I didn't recognize her but I couldn't help but be a little attracted to her. Then I realise it is my aunt and get a little disgusted with myself. Artemis walked confidently through our guard of honour followed by her huntresses. I recognized her lieutenant carrying her banner by her side as Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, who was basically my idol.

Behind Artemis and her pack is a much less organised mix of people making their way to the festival. There is Grover Underwood, Protector of the Wild leading a pack of satyrs and nature spirits to the festival. There is a cyclops named Tyson who seems to have brought a few of his cyclops friends with him. I see many mortal parents of demigods and half who have been invited past the camp boundaries just for the weekend to attend the festival. Sally Jackson and Estelle are also in this group. They must have left the camp just so they could reenter with everyone else. And then I see him, at the very back of the group, a pale, dark haired teenager who I knew as Nico Di Angelo.

This Chapter is dedicated to Carlota who inspired me to write this. 

[landscaping-your-mind]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)

Relationship(s): Tenth Doctor & Rose Tyler

Character(s): Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler

Additional Tags: Whumptober, Whumptober 2023, Post-Episode: s01e13 The Parting of the Ways, Pre-Episode: s01e14 The Christmas Invasion, POV Rose Tyler, Regeneration (Doctor Who)

Words: 472

Chapters: 1/1

Rose and the new Doctor have a rough journey home, after he regenerates. --- Written for Whumptober 2023 day 1. Prompt used: swooning.

Rose stared at him, the man who had replaced the Doctor – her Doctor. He seemed oblivious to it, stumbling around the TARDIS, looking for levers to pull and buttons to push.

“Where were we going again?” the man – the Doctor – asked.

“Home,” Rose answered, glancing around anxiously as the Doctor blundered around the ship. “London, two thousand and–”

“Right, yeah, I remember,” the Doctor said. “Hold on tight, not feeling my greatest, TARDIS might reflect that.”

Rose put her arm around one of the supports just behind the Doctor and braced herself. Even with the warning, Rose still wasn’t prepared for the turbulence on the flight. At one point, the Doctor almost fainted dead away, and Rose had to leap in and catch him, lest he hit his head on the ground, leaving her stranded with what was essentially an unconscious stranger, in a time machine.

“Oh, thank you, Rose,” the Doctor said, slurring his words like he was already concussed.

“Do–” Rose stopped herself before she could finish the world. It felt wrong to call this man the Doctor outloud. “Are you alright?”

The Doctor nodded his head a few times, then tried to get to his feet, immediately collapsing to the floor, luckily with Rose able to break the fall.

“Are you sure?

“Just need a kip,” the Doctor took in a sharp breath of air through his teeth. “Regeneration takes a lot out of you. All the cells in your–” the Doctor winced as he tried to get his legs underneath him. “–body working together to make you good as new.”

The Doctor let out a groan of pain and leaned heavily on the control panel.

“You alright?” he finally asked, looking up at her. Rose almost felt the urge to look away. Seeing his face, his eyes, his hair, in her Doctor’s clothes was too much.

“Yeah,” she said, shrugging. “Long day, huh.”

The Doctor nodded, then suddenly made a sharp turn.

“Almost home!” he yelled out, as Rose was almost thrown to the side. The Doctor crawled back to the control panel, taking in sharp and ragged breaths as he did so. “Just need to… make a couple more turns.”

Rose ducked, protecting her head, and clung to the support, until the TARDIS finally came to a stop. The Doctor staggered to his feet.

“Before I go to sleep,” the Doctor began, looking intently at a spot just to the left of her, which seemed to be empty air. “I’ve never seen your mum with these eyes. Or Mickey. How about I go introduce myself.”

Without waiting for an answer, the Doctor wobbled towards the door, and walked out to the TARDIS. Rose let out a breath and stepped towards the door, taking one last look around the TARDIS, around her home, before leaving, quite possibly forever.