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miyuskye · 3 years ago

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Today I stumbled on old posts from people reacting to the sk8 finale. I want to make a premise and say that I also felt mixed emotions after it and I was sure that there was something wrong with it. After two months and a half I can say with certainty that the only thing that felt wrong was the lack of episode time, but oh well. Thinking back about sk8, I feel that the writers and the director did the best they could with the time they had.

I think that the main source of confusion stemmed from people misunderstanding the point of the plot. I'm putting myself also among these people because I was so sad that Tadashi forfeited his match vs Langa, but after thinking calmly about that I realized that I just wanted to see Tadashi skate because I am this whipped for him XD and, in reality, even if he had a match with Langa, it would have probably ended the same way -- with Tadashi forfeiting the race midway and letting Langa win (since it's hinted that he's a skating god and Langa beat Adam because he was lucky). This is coherent with the small number of available episodes and Tadashi's arc.

Back to the general public confusion. I'm sure a lot of people were blinded by Renga and totally missed the point the staff wanted to make. It was confirmed in an interview that "sk8 is the story of Adam's search for his Eve", whatever this means (it could be Adam finding his Eve in either Tadashi or Langa, i.e. finding his Eve through the concept that skating is fun). The point is that the focus is on Adam and always has been on Adam. The fandom gave into a collective thinking that Adam was a pedophile and an abuser, but that's clearly not how the staff wanted to portray him. He is obsessed with Langa because he finds in him a worthy and, most importantly, equal partner, he adores Langa and given how loudly he expresses his feelings (i.e. painting a pierced heart over red chrysanthemum to shout out his feelings for Tadashi) his attitude toward him is just the embodiment of that. He isn't interested in Langa because of the power imbalance between them (again, he sees Langa as his equal); he just doesn't want to be alone.

And, yes, the final episodes clearly fit into the narrative of "skating should be fun" because Langa understands (through Reki) that skating with friends is fun and makes Adam remember that (meanwhile he realizes that Tadashi, his friend, was by his side all of this time). Langa, at the beginning, thought that skating was all about the thrill and the adrenaline. He didn't understand that it was fun and amazing to do it with friends/ the people you care about (paralleling to how he didn't realize why he stopped snowboarding when his father died). That's why from ep 7 to 10 he doesn't feel anything. It's because it was all about being with someone you care about, both in skating and snowboarding. He understands that through his relationship with Reki, but my point (and prolly the point a lot of people missed) is that it's general and it doesn't limit itself to Reki and Reki only. I don't want to invalidate Renga, of course not, I like the pairing and the ending makes it clear that Langa's happiness is skating with Reki especially. But the fun experience that comes from skating is a general thing and him going against Adam is just a consequence of that. He wants to make Adam understand that you should have fun while skating, and he wants to have fun with him because he admires him. He was never scared of Adam, and he generally looked pretty chill even when he smashed Cherry with his board. The only thing that mattered to him before his race against Adam was 'why did he start skating?' and 'he looks like he's not having fun' instead of 'i'm going to make this guy pay for his imaginary crimes with my board'. It was like a argument but between friends, the one that gets you in a fight (idk like Rin taking Haru by his collar in Free lmao) because you both want to stand your ground but still care about the other. Also, Utsumi also confirmed that she wanted them to fight with fists in the last ep XD

So, yeah, sk8's ending falls perfectly in the 'skating should be fun' trope. Moving on, let's talk about Kamata. She's, once again, a target for the fandom collective hysteria and she became like this because they projected their hate for Adam into her. Or into Tadashi sometimes, again completely missing the point that the show is about Adam. A lot of people wanted the police to raid S, but that couldn't be realistically attainable because Adam made sure to take off S from the patrol route again and I'm p sure he took additional measures so it wasn't believable for those measures to be shattered in less than a week (when S has been up and running for 7 years). Let's pretend she somehow managed to search Shindo's house. What would she have found? Nothing accusing Adam of Takano's crime. I understand that Takano's crime wasn't very well detailed but I'm thinking that it was something on the line of being bribed to making a certain kind of contract (when he talks about receiving illegal fundings it's the only thing that came to mind). And, on another note, Adam was the one leaking info to the police in the first place XD first, because he wanted to raise to the top of his party (and just standing in Takano's shade isn't his way to roll) and he wanted to have a leverage on the police, so that he could use that leverage to hide his borderline illegal skateboarding races. But they are two different crimes. Kamata wouldn't have found anything useful for the Takano investigation and, even if she managed to find proofs of S (and that's a big if because I'm sure that Adam and Tadashi go out of their way to hide the S screens also from aunties and the household staff), what can she do with those? They're not related to the investigation at hand and can't be used in that specific trial (which is about Takano receiving illegal fundings). A new trial should have been made and Adam wouldn't surely go to prison in one day XD furthermore, it's clear that Kamata belonged to a subplot and that she was a supporting character. She was never meant to be something more than that. I have a long history of elevating supporting character to something they're clearly not so I'm used not to feel 'betrayed' when this doesn't happen, but probably other people don't.

I don't know if I want to talk about Tadaai AGAIN because I feel like we said plenty about them. TL;DR the relationship is not abusive so the point doesn't stand. Tadashi has agency, and chooses to stay by Adam's side because he wants to (and not because he has... Stockholm syndrome... I cringed while writing that XD)

The last point should be the fact that people felt betrayed that Renga wasn't more canon. which I think stemmed from the fact that Utsumi can't decide what to ship XD she had the same problem in Free because she was torn between MakoHaru and RinHaru, but here?? I'm so sure she ships Renga and Tadaai but she definitely likes Eden too. (She wouldn't have had a whole ass theme song for them if she didn't 😊) and so she couldn't decide what route to take and she ended up taking all of them. Bless her, i love a multi shipping queen 🙏

On this note, I saw also some posts about Adam being a homophobic example of queer villain except for the fact that he's not. The authors have made it clear that they love him to no ends. He's not supposed to be Evil and Unredeemable. I don't know why people are so bent on labelling him with things he's not. My roommate told me that he gave off the creepy vibe at the beginning but she confirmed me that after ep 4 it's clear that he's not meant to be dangerous like the other villains he's compared to. I don't personally like people comparing Adam to Hisoka, for example, because I feel that there are very different intentions behind them. Also, I have a feeling people have never watched a media representation of actual grooming (or something that is closely related to this). There's no grooming in sk8. There are fanfics when people describe Adam this way (and while it's interesting to read them, I feel that he's/very/ OOC there), but he's not like this in the original canon.

Thank you for reading this 🙏

#sk8 the infinity #ainosuke shindo #sk8 adam #edenshipping #tadaai #shindo ainosuke #i also find absurd that there are tw and cw for adam like idk #touch some grass

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paintedwithapalette · 5 years ago

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Presenting a lovely commission I recently received from @wingbladeweaver1357 of Naminé and Kairi from my Memories of You fanfic where they’re twin sisters! I’m absolutely in love with it!

Decided to write up a quick snippet to go along with it as well that may or may not show up in the future of Memories of You itself! Enjoy!

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Memories of You: Naminé and Kairi

Word Count: 1,383

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"Knock, knock," Kairi called. "Dinner is served."

Kairi backed into Naminé's room with her hands preoccupied with a tray of grilled meat and curry rice. Naminé sat at her desk, lost in her own world as a zest of inspiration compelled her to look over her work with a great amount of scrutiny as she scribbled into her sketchbook.

"Thank you," Naminé replied, her eyes unmoving. "Smells great. On the bed is fine."

Kairi paused. Did she hear right? For the first time in weeks, Naminé’s voice didn't sound like it was desolate of all life and energy. "So, I suppose asking you to come downstairs and eat at the table with us like a normal family for once is out of the question?"

"What was that?" Naminé asked, not tearing her eyes away from her drawing.

"Never mind," Kairi said tiredly, complying with her sister's earlier request and set her dinner on the mattress. "Just promise me you'll at least touch your dinner this time?"

"Don't worry, I will. And I'll be at breakfast in the morning. Promise," Naminé assured her offhandedly. Kairi couldn’t claim to be convinced. She had heard it a million times before. "If I don't show up, I'll do your chores for a month."

"Deal. I’ll hold you to that, you know.”

Before leaving, she stole a stealthy glance at Naminé and took note of her seemingly more animated posture. It was far from the first time she had seen her sister absorbed in her own world. But this time, something seemed different; whether it was the way her pencil scraped against the paper sharply, or the way she chewed her lip, or the slightest bounce etched in each of Naminé's movements. It was a subtle something that only a sister of sixteen years could pinpoint.

Kairi peered over Naminé's shoulder to get a glimpse at whatever kind of artistic spectacle was in the works. "Soooo, whatcha drawin'?"

"H-Hey! Do you mind?" Naminé was quick to press her sketchbook against her chest. "You know I don't like when people look."

Kairi raised her hands in a show of no ill will. "Sorry, are my unrefined commoner eyes tainting your latest masterpiece?"

"Why, yes. Yes, they are. Glad you understand."

Kairi scoffed. "No need to get uppity. I was just curious because you seem a bit more excited than usual."

"Excited? What do you mean by excited?" Naminé chuckled nervously. "I'm not excited. Who's excited? Are you excited? Can I not just be immersed into the wonderful world of art without arousing baseless accusations of this so-called excitement?"

Kairi snickered at the transparent façade. "Subtle."

Naminé frowned. "Don't you think your food is getting cold or something?"

"Funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you." Kairi giggled at the dirty look from her sister and headed for the door. "Fine. I can take a hint. I'll be downstairs if you need anything."

When Kairi turned towards the door, Naminé gave a look of gratitude and returned her focus to her sketchbook. However, when Naminé was least expecting it, her sketchbook was quickly swiped from her work station. With eyes on the brink of popping out of her skull, Naminé looked over to find Kairi making a mad dash towards her own bedroom with a most evil cackle trailing behind her.

“Kairi!” Naminé cried, immediately rushing out of her room to give chase.

“Sorry, little sister, but I couldn’t resist,” Kairi called, her eyes running over her sister’s sketch as she sped walked down the hall. It was an impressively constructed piece of Roxas with an insurmountable amount of attention to detail resulting in an insanely accurate depiction of the boy in question. “Aha! Just as I suspected.”

“Kairi,” Naminé shouted, her voice coming off more whiny than anything. As Naminé chased after her sister, she couldn’t help but remember when Roxas took her most embarrassing doodles of hers when she was little, teasing her all the while. What was with these two and their incessant need to humiliate her? “Give that back!”

“But this is so good,” Kairi said as she entered her room. Naminé hurried inside soon after and sprinted towards her sister with the intent of tackling her to her bed, but Kairi simply raised a hand to catch Naminé’s face, ignoring her muffled moans and whines as she pathetically reached for her sketchbook. “No wonder you were so focused. It’s like... almost a photograph.”

“Thank you very much. Now hand it over.”

Kairi gave it one last look, a wide smile spreading, before handing it back to Naminé. The bespectacled girl held it close to her chest protectively and adjusted her glasses.

“Look, I know I might look like a bit of a weirdo,” Naminé started, “but it really was just an excuse to practice portraits. That’s all.”

“Mmm hmmmm,” Kairi mummed in disbelief. “If that’s the case, why choose Roxas?”

“Because, uh...” Naminé stumbled. “I-I like his hair?”

It wasn’t a lie, anyway.

Kairi smirked, shaking her head as she set her hands on her hips. “Little sister. Have you not learned your lesson that your lies hold no weight over me, your true evil overlord?” She gradually began to speak in a dramatic tone.

“Would you please stop calling me your little sister? We’re only minutes apart.”

Kairi grabbed Naminé by the shoulders and shook her. “Your meager attempts at diverging the topic of our current discussion do not sway me, woman! I know thine heart hath a penchant for the boy who hails by the name of Roxas and your denies are futile!”

“And stop talking like that. It’s starting to freak me out.”

“Just admit it,” Kairi said, her voice returning to normal. “I’ve admitted to you about how I feel about Sora. The least you can do is return the favor. Don’t you trust me?”

Naminé eyed her up and down with scrutiny. “Do you really want me to answer that question?”

Kairi rolled her eyes. “Do you like Roxas? Yes or no?”

Naminé bit her lip as her eyes moved all over Kairi’s room in an attempt to avoid that gleam of anticipation of hers. “I... maybe, okay? Maybe. Now, will you leave me alone?”

Naminé hurried towards the door, but Kairi read her like a book and swiftly stepped in front of her as she blocked her exit. “So, you admit it!”

“I said maybe.”

“Which basically means you want to bear his children!”

Naminé felt a blush sneak up on her at the accusation. “W-What...?”

Kairi snaked one of her arms around Naminé’s shoulders. “Hee hee! You wanna know what I think?” she asked, her voice returning to normal.

“After that comment you just made, not particularly.”

“I think you should give it to Roxas as a gift.”

“Kairi,” Naminé said plainly.

“I’m serious. You know how much he loves your art. I’m telling you, he’d fall head over heels for you!”

“T-That’s not really the point,” Naminé said, her eyes running over her sketch. “Isn’t it kind of creepy? Drawing somebody without their permission?”

“Maybe if you didn’t know the person, but we’re talking about your friend, remember? Our friend. A friend who adores everything of yours he’s laid his eyes on. Also, helloooo? His birthday is coming up next week. The time is now!”

Naminé’s look of uncertainty didn’t waver much, her eyes repeatedly switching from her sketch to her sister’s hopeful eyes. “So, you’re saying I wouldn’t look like a creep if I gave this to him?”

“Not at all! You should give Roxas more credit. He’s not some judgemental jerkface, and you know this. He’d be thrilled. Just have a little bit of courage and I’m sure it’ll all work out.”

Naminé still looked unsure.

“How about this,” Kairi continued. “I’ll be right there beside you when you give it to him. If you ever get discouraged, I’ll be right there to nudge you in the right direction.”

“I don’t know about this, Kairi...” Naminé whispered, lifting her sketchbook over the bottom half of her face to hide her quivering lips. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Realizing that Naminé was beginning to warm up to the idea, Kairi noticeably brightened and clenched her fists.

“I’m positive!”

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If you’re interested in seeing more of their sisterhood, feel free to check out Memories of You on ff.net! It would mean the world to me!

#namine #kairi #kh commissions #kh fanfiction #wingbladeweaver1357 #commissions #kingdom hearts

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ilikecowsnstuff · 5 years ago

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13436459/1/HATE-WITH-MOMENTS-OF-BLIND-AFFECTION

Hi there!

Novice writer, long time reader. I decided to give the fandom some love and write some trash Shigadabi fiction. Because why not, right? The first chapter is up, with a whole lot of to be continued… Rated M. Angst/Hurt/Comfort.

 Thanks for reading!  

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CHAPTER ONE - ACCIDENTAL ATTRACTION

Shigaraki Tomura tugged anxiously at the high collar of his UA gym uniform, scratching frantically at the skin below, but no matter how hard he clawed at himself, the oppressive material continued to bother him. He was uncomfortable, covered in a thick layer of grime and wanted nothing more than to strip down and wash away the remnants of what turned out to be a disaster period of partnered combat training at UA.

He sighed and shifted his gaze to the clock mounted on the wall in front of him, immediately one of his eyes began to twitch in unison with the steady ticking second hand. Usually the sound would not have irritated him, however, in the eerie silence of the empty infirmary that persistent click was amplified until it was the only thing he could focus on.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

“How annoying.” Shigaraki thought, and with indignation folded his arms roughly over his chest. A hiss of pain followed the movement causing him to lower his arms back down. He groaned as he swept the palm of his hand tenderly over his rib cage, trying to locate the source of the distress and growing angrier, and more frustrated in the process.

He shouldn’t have been there.

Sitting alone, battered and bruised with a possible broken rib and waiting on someone to come and heal him was not how the morning was supposed to go. Right about now, he was supposed to be basking in the afterglow of a victory! Instead, he had failed his very first exam at UA. And now his head hurt courtesy of the bump he had received from falling hard into the ground, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything other than being batshit mad.

Where was Recovery Girl?

Just as Shigaraki was about to get up and go in search of some help, because sitting around doing nothing was driving him up the wall, the door to the infirmary swung open hard, with much more force than required. It bounced against the wall, creating a loud bang and worsening the already constant pounding in his temples.

A pair of vibrant blue eyes met Shigaraki’s petulant gaze.

Dabi.

“YOU!” Shigaraki growled, gritting his teeth.

That fucking zombie! It was all his fault that Shiagaraki had been injured in the first place, and why they had failed the test. Paired up in what was to be a graded teamwork challenge, Dabi, the egotistical jerk, had deviated from their pre-planned attack, and at the most critical point in the battle, leaving Shigaraki to clean up the mess.

He didn’t remember all the events leading up to the combat robot’s final demise as he was one-hundred percent certain that he had been knocked unconscious for a second or two when one of the damned monstrosities had knocked him aside using one of its powerful metal legs - like he was nothing more than an empty tin can. What he did remember was the pain. But regardless of the agony he felt when the robot’s heavy foot clamped down on him, Shigaraki had managed to secure his hand on the mechanical giant. One hand was all he needed. The metal foot disintegrated first, offering him some relief from the heavy pressure bearing down on his torso, and then the rest of the metal body crumbled away, raining down on Shigaraki’s battered body like a dusting of fresh snow.

Dabi remained on the outskirts of this event, standing and unscathed. So much for teamwork.

“GET OUT!” Shigaraki fumed, scratching wildly at his irritated neck.

“So belligerent,” Ignoring Shigaraki’s fumes, the taller boy offered his partner an impish grin as he casually crossed the room. He idled right up to the cot Shigaraki was sitting on until he was standing in his classmate’s personal space, looming, “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

That conceited asshole! Was Dabi taunting him? Shigaraki scowled but couldn’t help his face from lighting up with heat. Dabi’s presence was exceptionally commanding, and unavoidable, standing so close with his thighs pressed against Shiagraki’s bent legs.

“Bullshit,” Shigaraki spat back, livid. He abruptly turned his cheek to his so-called friend.

Dabi laughed, low and deep. “Okay. You got me,” He admitted, “I was sent to check up on you.” He pressed closer into Shigaraki, pushing his knees apart so he could get a better look at the injuries he had sustained. “Let me see your face, Mop Head.”

A sardonic chuckle left Shigaraki’s tightly closed lips, “I don’t think you understand the sheer amount of willpower it is taking for me to not punch you in the face right now. Go away before the thread holding my sanity together snaps. With just one touch, I will reduce you to a pile of ash!”

“Feisty,” Dabi returned, seemingly unphased by the other boy’s callous intent. His dominant personality wouldn’t allow him to withdraw so easily. Perilous or not, he liked things to go his way. He lifted his arm, and wrapped his fingers over Shigaraki’s chin, thumb brushing his jawline as he turned the other boys face slowly back towards him.

He narrowed his eyes.

Shigaraki’s bottom lip was busted open and bleeding, looking purple in the very centre were all the blood vessels were damaged. There was a darkening bruise on his cheek, and another along his jawline, and his left eye was starting to swell. He probably had other injuries too, things that Dabi couldn’t make out beneath Shigaraki’s clothes, even if the UA sports uniform was very fitted to his body. It was also flecked with blood.

“You look like shit.” Dabi proclaimed, still holding Shigaraki’s face in place, “More than usual.”

Shigaraki’s face grew warmer as his anger level shot up from 100 to 1000. It was almost if Dabi was baiting him to react. Violently. And to his own chagrin, it was working. Gritting his teeth again, Shigaraki lifted his own hand and reached towards his classmate’s neck with the intent to harm.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Yes.”

Quickly, Dabi lowered his head until he felt the hot breath issuing from between Shiagaraki’s parted lips, “Not yet.” He whispered, and without any ounce of hesitation closed the remaining distance between them to press his mouth firmly down against his rivals. A kiss that had been a long time in the making, a kiss that he had been desiring.

Shigaraki gasped but those warm, soft lips didn't quell his anger. He slowly wrapped his hand around the smooth column of Dabi’s neck. One finger, two, three, and then four. His pinky lingered just above the surface of the skin, threatening to touch down at any moment.

A muffled, strangulated groan left Dabi’s mouth, like he enjoyed being on the edge of death, one finger away from the end of his existence. He tilted his head, delving deeper into the depths of Shigaraki’s mouth, seeking more contact.

Fuck! The power Shigaraki ultimately held over his classmate in that moment was thrilling! He would never admit to it, but the ultimate surrender of life which had Dabi leaving his fate hanging delicately in Shigaraki’s hand, turned him on.

But on the other hand, Shigaraki also absolutely hated how his body reacted to Dabi. It seemed so involuntary. The ultimate betrayal of himself. He couldn’t control the heat, nor the skipping beat of his heart, or that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. And he didn’t understand why. By all accounts, he and Dabi did not get along, they were rivals, and were always butting heads or fighting with each other. Shigaraki would even go as far as saying that he did not really like that arrogant asshole and yet he couldn’t deny being attracted to him.

Of course, Dabi was not oblivious. He liked to toy with Shigaraki, and he was always the one to initiate their fragile and often violent encounters. It had been that way since they had both joined the Hero Course. Hate, with brief moments of blind affection.

That relationship did not seem like it was going to end any time soon.

Dabi pulled away from the kiss, but allowed his tongue to gently sweep Shigaraki’s lower, busted lip, the bleeding cut a reminder of the earlier incident. “Fucking disgusting,” He mumbled, licking over his own lips as the metallic tang of blood overwhelmed his sense of taste. But he went back in for more, stroking his tongue over Shigaraki’s lip once again with a slower, more tantalizing caress, clearing away the bloody red evidence.

Shigaraki curled his fingers against Dabi’s neck, blunt nails biting into the skin, “Try that again and I will really kill you.”

Dabi smirked and pulled his face away a fraction, “I should have stuck to the plan,” He admitted. And it sounded sincere too which threw Shigaraki for a loop. It wasn’t often that Dabi admitted that he had been the one to screw up.

It wasn’t much of an apology, but it was more than Shigaraki could expect.

“You think?” Shigaraki grumbled, agitated, and batted at the hand that still held firmly onto his face. The movement caused another hiss of pain to pass his pursed lips.

Dabi obliged to that small smack, carefully releasing Shigaraki’s chin, but remained in close proximity. “Break something?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

The corner of Dabi’s mouth kicked up into an audacious grin, “Want me to kiss it better?”

“Fuck off.”

Dabi chuckled, “Well, maybe you’ll be happy to know that I got chewed out by Mr. Aizawa.”

“Why would that make me happy?” Shigaraki returned, hugging his waist carefully.

“You want to hurt me?”

“That would make me happy.”

“Mmm,” Dabi leaned in a little closer once again, and Shigaraki immediately turned his head away, keeping his mouth out of kissing range. He wasn’t going to let himself get trapped by Dabi’s devilish lips once again.

“I want to tell you something.” Dabi confessed, warm breath tickling Shigaraki’s cheek.

Shigaraki tensed, squeezing his eyes shut so he would not be tempted by Dabi’s smooth, low toned voice. He could get through whatever the damn zombie boy had to say without another make out session and leave it at that.

“I just wanted you to know how much…”

Shigaraki wouldn’t get to find out what Dabi wanted him to know. A nurse had finally arrived, interrupting their exchange and swooping in on Shigaraki with an ice pack in one hand, a cup of water and two aspirin in the other.

He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed by the disruption.

#shigadabi #shigaraki x dabi #shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #dabi #my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #yaoi #fanfiction #mha fanfiction #my hero academy fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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meetmeatthecoda · 5 years ago

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My 6x22 opinions that no one asked for which is totally cool

Okay I’ve had time to process kinda so here we go yolo

Some fun/great/meaningful Red/Liz moments:

1) Liz in trouble and Red literally thinking nothing of dropping everything to help, literally of course, cause why wouldn’t he, DESPITE him wanting Liz to just take care of herself. He manages to tamp down his instinct of worrying about Lizzie & only Lizzie and respects her as a knowledgeable & capable agent and listens to her battle plan & helps her without question THAT IS GROWTH AND I’M VERY PROUD.

2) Liz thinking nothing of using Red’s now-familiar resources for her own plan like hell yes, take control of your boyfriend’s criminal network like a bad-ass Liz I love it

3) Red meeting up with Liz in the Post Office with the line: “Fancy meeting you here.” Like WHEN has that ever NOT been used as a flirtatious LINE™?? get outta here with ur lies. He was flirting big time and I loved it.

Next 4) AND OKAY THIS MIGHT BE THE BIGGEST THING CAUSE ARAM MADE THE CODE TO THE BOX “SAMAR” AND RED DELIVERED A FUCKING CASUAL LINE ABOUT MAKING THE CODE A GIRLFRIEND’S NAME AnD The CAmErA haRD CuTS tO LiZ WHEN HE SAYS IT. PLUS LET’S KEEP IN MIND (!!!) THAT WHEN RED WAS TRAPPED IN THE BOX IN ANSLO GARRICK THE CODE WAS “JULIET” AND WHEN LIZ WAS TRAPPED IN THERE IT WAS “ROMEO”. LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING??? SYMBOLISM AND CLUES AND DOUBLE MEANINGS EVERYWHERE AND I FUCKING LOVE IT GOODBYE

5) and then the ever-popular Team Meal scene where Red & Liz stood the absolute closest they could to one another and they flirted and lip-stared and it was pretty great.

OH 6) WHEN RED’S CAR LITERALLY SMASHED INTO THE CAR THEY WERE HOLDING LIZ, RESSLER, & ARAM IN AND THE SHOOTOUT STARTED WITH THE DRAMATIC MUSIC AND RED RISKED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HIS GUYS CAUSE HE’S A GOOD. PERSON. AND WHEN THE CAR WAS GONNA EXPLODE THEY ALL DID THIS MASSIVE DOG PILE TO PROTECT EACH OTHER AND I FELL HARD & UNEXPECTEDLY FOR THE TEAM & FAMILY DYNAMIC AND I’M GONNA PRETEND THAT LIZ JUST HUNKERED DOWN NEXT TO RED AND HE THREW AN ARM AROUND HER I LOVE MY HAPPY PRETEND BUBBLE.

OH OH OH AND 7) AS MUCH AS I WANTED LIZ TO BE THE ONE TO SAVE RED FROM MCMAHON, DEMBE DID INSTEAD AND I’M FINE. WITH. IT. BC THOSE TWO ARE THE CUTEST AND I’M SO SO SO GLAD HE’S BACK AND THEIR SCENE LATER WAS ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING WOW OKAY.

Anyway, regarding the last few scenes, this is what I’ve decided to feel:

Red definitely would have stayed for dinner with his wife and daughter fucking fight me had the Katarina thing not been bothering him and Liz would have been thrilled & Agnes would have been #triggered by Red’s laugh at something Lizzie said and Agnes would have thrown her arms around him for a big hug bc OF COURSE she remembers her Reddy who she saw every day for 10 months while her mommy was in a coma JUST LET ME HAVE THIS

Oh, and that mystery dude is just confusing and I’m too tired but I think the picture he showed Red and Red’s resulting exhausted, Bob’s Burger-esque oh my god made it pretty clear that Red did not think Katarina was alive so he did not lie to Liz and he was not exactly thrilled that Kat is alive after all. I have opinions about the “twist” but I’ll leave those off and spare you all.

I also think that Red was pretty guarded and chilly when confronting Katarina, no desperate-love-struck-omg-you’re-alive revelation thank god and I think (and hope) that there is actually some bad blood between them (@codewordpumpkin play that track) that will make things worse between them going forward. In a good way. If that makes sense.

I was also very bolstered by the fact that Red did not seem to kiss her back, at least definitely not the first time, and, you know, then she fucking drugged him and had him kidnapped sooooo… hopefully no love lost there. Literally.

ALSO regarding the Katarina CRAP, she called him Raymond but (and TPTB confirmed this) that’s bc, for all intents and purposes, that’s his name now. (I refrain from using the word ‘identity’ bc that implies he adopted the real RR’s values and relationships. And, as we know, he sure as shit didn’t. #redloveslizinaveryveryromanticway)

LASTLY I’ve been thinking about the endless JB & JE articles that made me so angry and I’ve come to a conclusion:

If they can take every Shocking Unexpected Twist™ they half-retcon, half-make up at the beginning of the season & say that they had it in mind all along WHETHER THEY REALLY DID OR NOT and claim power & authority over those choices & shoe-horn them into the narrative to make it #organic??? What’s to say that this time next year, that Twist won’t be Lizzington? I know I’m reaching and it really may not happen, I know that, but HEY JUST HYPOTHETICALLY if they can bring Katarina fucking Rostova back from the dead when they clearly had no inkling of that in, say, Cape May when she was canonically v e r y d e a d, then what’s to say they won’t finally make it to Lizzington and tell everyone in every interview they ever give that it was the planned endgame all along? And, who knows, maybe then it will actually be the truth ❤️

My main point? Is there one, no one knows We can’t control what they write, we can only go along for the ride & try to get some enjoyment out of the resulting theorizing w/ friends & vid making & fanfic writing. And honestly? I get a hell of a lot of enjoyment out of watching our wonderful fandom members catch little clues & theory-build towards Agnesgate & Lizzington, using all those little gems like the box codes & their creativity to expand on the limited story we are provided. And, while I might be and who tf am I kidding lbr I definitely am biased for Lizzington, TPTB have yet to convince me that all those things little things that our fandom adds up to Agnesgate & Lizzington AREN’T completely intentional & planned for a GREAT, MEANINGFUL, EMOTIONAL, HARD-HITTING, MORALISTIC, & ACTUALLY TRULY SHOCKING endgame reveal. So yeah. This finale certainly wasn’t the worst we’ve had in terms of Lizzington (thank u for that perspective @ihaveyoulizzington) and honestly there’s tons of material for fanfic over this blessedly short hiatus. Moral: there’s no reason we can’t enjoy ourselves together as a fandom with the material we are given, despite other people’s opinions and views BC: entertainment is subjective and we can take what we want from it. That’s the beauty of fandom. So yeah. I certainly plan to write plenty of fun fics over the hiatus for anyone who wants to read them and I hope we continue to have fun together. Love you guys 😊❤️

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #mine #speculation #theorizing #fanfic #wow that was a long walk #sorry about that #if anyone made it thru #congrats to you #lmao #but whatever #we have fun #most of the time i think #at least i do #and i love you guys!#:)#<3

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haru-sen · 5 years ago

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Out of curiosity, why do you write as a hobby. What do you feel when writing? Do you see the whole plot first and details later?

You’re about to get a whole ass answer complete with childhood trauma. Mild trigger warning for child abuse?

So, tumblr ate the first draft of this and I’m annoyed. Today has been very annoying. But I digress. The easiest thing to talk about is the process. I start everything with a small idea. It can be a few lines of dialogue, a character prototype, or a “what if” question. One of the first scenes I thought of for IAL was the “Jack making bad sandwiches” and Lucky asking “Are we poor?” And I realized I really wanted to write that relationship dynamic. Obviously that scene came much later in the story, but it was one of the first building blocks. And then, I have to take that idea and build it into something that can stand on its own. Because alone, it’s just the ramblings of a maniac. Great, some OC made a joke about Jack’s cooking skills? Who really cares? Well, you do, by that point in IAL. (I assume you do if you made it that far...)

Feng’s an AU version of my main character from a novel series I really need to rework. Spoiler: the conceptual question was, “what happens when heroes/adventurers settle down and have kids? What kind of family life do they have?” And then it turned into an in-depth examination of unhealthy family dynamics and the difficulty of being halfway between worlds both metaphorically and sometimes literally. Second spoiler: Just because you’re an awesome monster-killer/mercenary duo, doesn’t mean you’re going to be great parents.

So it’s usually some kind of idea, that I just keep building on till it becomes something that could be a more concrete story. But it takes time to foment. I’d been two months into the Overwatch fandom before I started writing IAL. I had all kinds of ideas, mostly for the Angst!AU and the current timeline. I’d written a few teaser scenes for that, but on a whim, started IAL instead. And it grew so much faster than I expected.

So it’s taken me awhile, but I’ve gotten to the point with ideas (and drafts!) where I can be excited about the shininess of a new thing, but also know that I’m really going to have to work on it to make it better. It’s rarely just “poof!” and “awesome.” I have to take an extra step to ask what makes this idea/character/scene stand out from everything else that is out there. What am I really adding? And you know, sometimes stuff isn’t better/different/greater than everything else out there. But it’s still enjoyable. And I’ll take that too.

When I write, it’s planning and creativity. On good days, I’m entranced in what I’m doing, really planning/living the scene in my head, and really pleased with my progress. (Heavily focused daydreaming?) On bad days, it’s a slog to stay on track, nothing feels good/inspired, and I feel like a hack. I’ve learned that how I feel while creating doesn’t actually guarantee the quality of the work. When I go back to edit, sometimes the stuff is really good, sometimes it’s not, and the stuff I write when I feel bad can actually be really good and vice versa. But it always needs to be edited.

On a side note, all my internet friends groups I made because of writing. Sometimes we shared fandoms, but it was always the writing/reading that connected us. (Sometimes, that was bad, because writers are neurotic and sometimes egotistical. Shocking, I know.) Put us all together and the insecurities were numerous. :P

Now, onto the heavy shit. In my case, I don’t know if I can call writing a “hobby.” It’s a coping mechanism. I know that sounds a little pretentious, but bear with me. I would write even if there was no one else left to read it, because I’ve grown my brain in that direction. It’s easier for me to work out shit on paper than it is to talk about. (Or at least, I can make it sound cooler and more coherent on paper than just putting it in stream of consciousness sort of blather.)

I started writing when I was 12. I have loved reading all my life, but up till then never considered myself that creative. I did some fiction writing before that, never very seriously and never with any intention to be a writer. It might have never caught my interest, but I have immigrant parents who had good intentions and terrible parenting skills.

In middle school, things were pretty terrible at home. I didn’t have outlets. I will flat out say they were abusive and crying got the response “I’ll give you something to cry about.” I was kind of crybaby when I was five (yes, even for a five year old). I had an excellent poker face by eleven.

I used to draw, but I wasn’t very good at it, and my parents didn’t encourage it, because I wasn’t very good, so what was the point? (Yes, I know that logic is wrong, but that’s what I got told.) And also, even if I was good, I wasn’t going to make any money. So don’t bother. I wasn’t allowed to play sports. I had no musical talent or inclination. I wasn’t really allowed to leave the house very often. If I wanted to go anywhere, I had to take my younger sisters (four and eight years younger than me) with me, because I was the oldest and what kind of sister was I if I went out with people and left them at home? (Ahem. More bad logic, I know.) No, they were hardcore serious about this. And if they didn’t want me to go somewhere, they’d just say that they didn’t trust those people with my sisters. And let’s not even get into the power dynamic with my sisters and how that worked. It wasn’t pretty, for any of us.

My parents, like the Asian stereotype goes, were obsessive on schoolwork. So if I was doing “homework,” they left me alone. And if I wanted to use the computer, I had better be doing homework. I started journaling, for both therapeutic and legal reasons. It was depressing as fuck recording the nonfiction events of my life. One day, I wrote a little fanfiction scene from Sailor Moon in crappy script format. It was so terrible. But I liked it. I reread it so many times. It was empowering. So I wrote another one. And then started a whole damn series. It was baaaaad. I filled multiple notebooks with this saga, in pencil, so it’s probably illegible now, though I have them in trunk somewhere. I wrote a more polished (but still bad) version for a Sailor Moon fanfic archive and was thrilled when people actually read it and kind of liked it. (...they had terrible taste, lol) But that’s how I passed the time. At home. At school. I just started writing when I was upset, or bored, or just because. It was melodramatic, self-indulgent, and a coping mechanism. My teachers encouraged it. (English teachers usually liked me.) And gradually, I got better at it. I stopped writing scripts, started writing proper stories. My characters became better, more fleshed out. I expanded into original fiction.

Now seriously, I’m not going to say that I don’t have issues because of it. But sharing this stuff doesn’t hurt me. It’s uncomfortable in the sense of “oversharing with people you don’t know super well should be uncomfortable...if only the person in the cubicle beside me would learn that.” It’s mostly just weird. So there’s no need for obligatory comforting comments. It’s cool. I talk to my parents every few months in a civil fashion, once a month if I’m unlucky. And it’s not anything to brag about, but there are boundaries in place and I’m good. So kind of a happy outcome.

But yeah, that’s why I started writing. It was that or kill real people.

*insert serial killer joke because I'm too tired*

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jovialyouthmusic · 5 years ago

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The Many Lives of Drake Walker

A Royal Romance Multiple AU Fanfic

3a S’mores and more...

We revisit the famous s’more’s scene, and add a little something

A/N While checking my masterlist, I found this chapter had gotten lost. If you’re confused, links to previous chapters on my masterlist and I’ll be inserting this one in sequence. I used the original tag list.

Word count 3564

The following day I found myself smiling a lot, touching my cheek where my phantom admirer had kissed me - for that matter he had kissed me on the lips too, but that was where I felt it. It didn’t feel like cheating – in fact it made me more fond of my other half – more attentive, more tolerant and romantic. It didn’t quite go as far as the bedroom, but things were bubbling under and he’d be in for a surprise next time we were intimate.

I thought about the chapter I was writing, wondering where to take it, but distracted thinking where I might go next with my photonic friend. That evening my partner went off to bed and I wrote for a little while, then minimised the document.

‘Hey you’ he said softly ‘I’ve been waiting – were you writing?’

‘Hi Drake – yes, I have to keep things moving for Charlotte’

‘Oh yes, what’s in store for us?’

‘Tell me Drake, when do you experience the story – when I save a draft to the website? When I publish?’ He wrinkled his forehead.

‘From what I remember the others telling me, when you save a draft, I get an idea of what’s coming – it’s kind of foggy, then when you publish and the first person reads it, I’m in’

‘Okay then, no spoilers, Drake’ I grinned. He pouted

‘Hah. Are you ready to come and play?’

‘Okay, hold up your hand’ Again we touched through the screen and I was pulled into his world. We were on the balcony again where we had been last time, but it was now daylight. I looked down at the ballgown I wore, closed my eyes and in a trice I was wearing riding clothes, and Drake wore his usual jeans, t-shirt and denim jacket.

‘Well I don’t have to guess where we’re going’ he grinned

‘Do you think it’s a bit much?’ I asked ‘I could go casual like you – or you could have something more formal’ He shook his head.

‘Nope that looks fine. Shall we walk? It’s a little more – grounding – than visualising, and you can fill in any gaps as we go, build up a whole world like that.’ Drake vaulted lightly over the balcony onto the ground just a foot or so below, and I paused, looking down at him

‘Come on Les, I’ll catch you, I promise. I’m as strong as you need me to be’

‘If you’re sure’

‘You’re the one that needs to be sure, silly’ he grinned ‘If you imagine me dropping you, I will. Now are you coming or not?’ Gingerly I sat on the edge of the balcony and lowered myself down. I squealed as I slipped a little, but Drake caught me deftly and for a moment I was held against his chest. He chuckled and I felt it deep in my chest.

‘Nicely done, very damsel in distress’ Even here in my fantasy world, I still found myself blushing and decided to change my clothes – I didn’t bother closing my eyes, and my clothes blurred into a summer dress, leggings and sandals with a light jacket, and my hair grew long, soft curls draping over my shoulders. Drake sucked his breath in between his teeth but said nothing. I looked at him to see a smile on his face.

‘So come on, let’s go to the stables’ I said ‘I’m not a rider, so I’d just like to take a look at the horses. You can teach me to ride another time’

‘Whatever you say, Les’ he said, and took my hand to lead me off along the path to the stables. It felt solid and warm, and he looked at me and winked ‘For safety’ he added.

As we walked, the landscape around us flickered, blank spaces filling in and stabilising. It made me feel slightly sick but I kept on until we came to the stables. It was an effort filling in things as I went along and I had to stop and take a deep breath.

‘Are you okay Les?’ Drake said with concern, his hand on my back as I stooped over. ‘You’re doing really well filling in the details, but it can be a bit draining from what the others say.’

‘Why doesn’t it stay from when they imagined it?’ I asked, my head starting to hurt. He shrugged.

‘It fades the longer someone from your side is away, and the less it’s read by others. Plus this linking part doesn’t actually exist in the game.’ I looked at him sharply.

‘Drake – you suggested walking. I’m exhausted’

‘You’re okay now, the stables were eerm – thoroughly imagined recently.’ He looked a little sheepish as he said it. ‘And I’m sorry you’re feeling bad, I just needed to stretch my legs, not whizz from place to place. Gotta maintain this’ He patted his flat stomach and grinned.

‘What happens when I’m not here?’ I asked. He sighed and sat on a hay bale, patting it to invite me to sit next to him.

‘It depends if anyone is reading. If they are, we can move around, take part in the story or even mess about behind the scenes. But if nobody’s reading, it’s…’ he shivered ‘Dark and cold, so I generally go to sleep if that happens, or go back to the place you went to first, it’s light there and we can meet up, exchange stories’ I looked at him sympathetically, wondering what would happen when the app that had given him birth ceased to be – and the excitement of all the fanfic writers died away and he and the others were forgotten. I reached across and squeezed his knee.

‘I’m sorry, that sounds awful’ He shook his head and smiled, breaking out of his funk.

‘Nah, it’s fine. You’re here now – what would you like to do?’ I looked at him quizzically

‘When you said the stables had been ‘thoroughly imagined’, what exactly did you mean?’ He rubbed the back of his neck and blushed to the roots of his hair.

‘I – uhh – that is – lots of writers – and lots of readers – take ‘a tumble in the hay’ as a nice little fantasy with yours truly.’ He said apologetically. I laughed

‘Why so embarrassed? After all, you are supposed to be the local – excuse the term especially considering where we are – ‘stud’…’ He hid his face in his hands and chuckled.

‘I know, I know, and it’s great – but – it matters because of you, because you’re a companion. It matters what you think of me. You’re real, you can take me places, help me do things I can’t without you. Plus – I like you, you know, I can’t help it’ I was genuinely touched, and took his hand.

‘I’m sorry to tease. You’re a great guy, don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m enjoying being here with you too, you know. You’ve done all this before – I haven’t.’ I got up and started to wander around, looking into the stalls at the horses. I felt a lot stronger, and Drake got up and took me around them all, telling me their names and pedigrees and who they belonged to, telling me he had got all the information from a fanfic writer who loved horses and did a lot of research. When we had seen them all, he turned to me, pushing his hair off his forehead and smiling, his brown eyes shining. He obviously loved the stables and the horses.

‘Well that’s about it as far as horses go. Would you like a riding lesson? We can do that if you like.’ I leaned on one of the upright beams and nodded to a ladder leading to the hayloft.

‘So I’m guessing the hayloft sees a lot of action’ I said. He ducked his head shyly, then moved closer, taking my hand and looking intently at my palm.

‘Yup’ he said, and started to draw circles on my palm. I shivered, and he looked at me ‘Are you cold?’

‘No’ I said, holding his gaze and wondering… ‘It kind of tickles – but don’t stop’ He grinned, a slow sly smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He moved closer and traced his finger up my bare arm toward my shoulder. I caught my breath and was thankful that I was leaning on the beam as my legs felt weak. He put his hand to my cheek as he had the night before, and brought his lips close to mine until I could feel his warm breath, smell his cologne, the lingering scent of woodsmoke and whiskey.

‘Is this okay?’ he whispered ‘I really want to kiss you’

‘Mmmmhhhmm’ I hummed ‘please’ – I closed my eyes. His mouth met mine and our lips danced, butterfly soft, sending a thrill deep to my core. I took my hand to the back of his head to tug gently at his hair and massage the back of his neck, totally lost in him, not caring about anything outside the kiss and the strange solidity of his body. His hand dropped to my shoulder and he leaned into me, a gentle contact from hip to chest, pressing against my breast, his other hand resting on my hip. We broke the kiss with breath to spare.

‘Can we talk?’ he asked, and I nodded, not sure how much I could trust myself otherwise. We sat on a nearby straw bale. I leaned into him and he held my hand, stroking my knuckles with his thumb. ‘Les’ He started. ‘I know – as you say, I’m painted to be this stud, and it’s fun – and I do get the slow burn from some writers, which is sweet. But I do have my own ideas and fantasies, and not many folk can see them.’

‘I understand’ I said ‘It must be strange to be pushed and pulled around like a puppet.’

‘Well it’s normal for me, and sometimes I’m just a piece of meat. I’ve been looking for someone who’ll let me - be me, if that makes sense’ He smiled sadly ‘I’m happy to go and explore other stories, other blogs – but I’d like to have my ‘moments in between’ to take a breather, if that’s okay with you’ I squeezed his knee.

‘Of course, that’s fine by me. I’m processing all this myself, and so far it’s not interfered with my ‘real’ life – in fact it’s enhanced it, given me a little fantasy, an escape.’

‘I’m glad to hear it. I’ve been looking for someone for a while now, and I’ve had fun – but it does leave me confused from time to time – and frustrated. All that emotional energy, you know. My original persona found it difficult, and I still do. I need an anchor, just like in the original story. Riley, or whatever name she’s given, was great, but like me she gets pulled off to other places just as we’re getting somewhere.’

‘How about the other Drakes?’ I asked. He frowned, his forehead creasing up

‘I think – we have a kind of collective consciousness that we can tap into, but we retain some individuality because we’ve experienced different story lines, and when you’re directly involved it’s more intense. Whatever I feel will eventually filter through, so if I find some peace it will eventually benefit all of us to some extent.’

‘Okay, I hope I can live up to your expectations. I’m taking it we aren’t going any further this time – what would you like to do?’ His eyes lit up

‘Thankyou for asking Les – would you like to make smores with me? It’s one of my favourite scenes, and it would be special to go through it with you.’

‘That would be really nice. Would you like to invite anyone else? After all, it’s usually just a two hander, but you can extend it if you like’ He thought for a moment

‘Okay, how about inviting Brad – your Liam? You could be our surrogate Lucy’

‘Oh now that sounds good – you could have Lucy herself and I’ll just tag along, even the numbers out’ He grinned at me

‘I think you should be Lucy, find out how it really feels to be with both of us – you can go as far as you like’ My stomach did a little flip at the idea.

‘It would be nice to have the scene at Valtoria if I can conjure it up’

‘It’s fine, someone was reading it recently, you can jump right in without too much filling in. Besides, it will be night time.’

A few minutes later, I was sitting beside the fire pit at Valtoria with Drake. The fire flickered and the fairy lights cast speckles across his face.

‘Hey Drake, thanks for setting this up’ came a voice, and Brad appeared, walking from the house with supplies in his arms. ‘I brought the marshmallows and the other things’ He put them down on the table and took my hand to kiss it.

‘How charming to meet you again – shall I call you Lucy or Les? Those names are pretty close’ I smiled. Drake was right – although he looked just like my faceclaim for the part, what gave him away was his posture, very upright and proper, but relaxed. He was dressed casually with dark trousers, a crisp white shirt under a burgundy red jumper. I was still wearing my summer dress, leggings and jacket.

‘Les will do fine, and it’s good to see you too. Would you prefer Brad or Liam?’

‘I really don’t mind, but if you’re using your proper name, perhaps I’ll use my original name too.’

‘Liam it is – or your Majesty’ I replied, and he laughed

‘Just Liam is fine, Les. Now Drake, how about those smores? I’d like to chat with Les for a bit if that’s okay by you’

‘I think it should be a group effort, help us to bond’ suggested Drake, and handed us each sticks and marshmallows to toast.

‘So Les, tell me a little about yourself if you’re comfortable with it’ started Liam. I giggled

‘That is exactly the sort of question a Royal would ask’ I said, and he smiled ruefully so I relented ‘There’s not much to tell, I’m happy enough in my situation – I’ve been married for a while, happily, our two boys have left home so we’re alone, I write as a hobby, just to explore things in my head that never happened and probably never will – just an escape.’ By this time, our marshmallows were ready, and Drake helped us make the smores.

‘I wonder if these taste the same where I come from’ I mused as I licked the sticky marshmallow from my lips ‘I suppose I know how everything tastes, so my imagination fills in the gaps, just like when I walked down to the stables.’ Drake nudged Liam.

‘Hey Li – isn’t that a smudge of chocolate on Les’s face?’ and he winked broadly. Liam looked over at me with surprise.

‘I’m not sure I can see…’ Drake reached out with his foot to kick Liam’s ankle and he jumped ‘Ouch – oh! Yes. I do see – Les, may I…’ He leaned close and wiped his thumb across my upper lip, gazing intently at my face. His breath smelled of chocolate and I caught a whiff of expensive cologne.

‘Drake, that is so corny’ I laughed, and Liam looked crestfallen ‘But’ I cleared my throat ‘Is it gone?’ I squeezed Liam’s hand as I spoke, and he smiled gratefully, slipping back into the swing of the scenario.

‘Umm, no – here, let me…’ and he leaned right in and flicked his tongue across my upper lip, then crashed his lips onto mine for a passionate kiss. I was more surprised than anything, and blinked as he drew away. Drake was bent over laughing

‘Liam man, you licked her. Have you just come from one of those kinky fics? She’s only just crossed over, she’s a fic virgin – no offense, Les’ Liam was blushing

‘Maybe. Sorry Les, I kind of slipped there, I didn’t mean to kiss you quite so – thoroughly. I take it Drake’s already kissed you, otherwise he’d not have let me.’ He glared at Drake ‘He can be very possessive’ Drake grinned and moved across to me, sitting on my other side.

‘You’re such a dork, here let me show you how it’s done’ He stuck his thumb into the chocolate on his smore, and smeared it on my chin. I sniggered

‘Now you’ll have to lick it off too, silly’

‘Think again, Les’ He leaned in to kiss me, and sucked my bottom lip between his, before twining his tongue with mine. He moved back after the kiss, and I felt my chin, which was quite clean. He made a little bow. ‘And that – is how to do it’ Liam huffed, and I squeezed his knee.

‘You can have another try if you like’ I smiled.

‘No, the moment is gone’ he said sulkily. I scooted next to him and nuzzled into him

‘Don’t be like that Liam, I always did have a soft spot for you though I chose Drake. I wouldn’t have written Two’s Company otherwise. I didn't want to turn you down you know, not completely. It took me a while to work out that idea of the Cordonian triple marriage’ Liam smiled and put his arm around my shoulder, kissing me on the top of my head.

‘You make a good substitute Lucy – you must have put some of yourself into the role’

‘I suppose all writers do with some characters. How can you write what you don’t understand? Either that or you write in order to understand’

‘Hey, you two are smooching, I want in’ Drake sat next to me and scooted up close, sliding his arm around my waist and leaning on my shoulder. I smiled, noticing how comfortable he was in our company, not the grumpy gruff commoner that he was originally cast as – but then he also had a strong bond with Liam. It was also very nice to be sitting by the fire in the embrace of two very good looking men.

‘Well this is comfy’ I sighed. ‘And the great thing is I won’t put on a pound when I get back to my side’ Drake sucked his breath through his teeth.

‘But you can overdo things here’ he said

‘What? You told me I could drink and not suffer the consequences’ He shrugged.

‘As far as I’ve seen, your virtual body here does tend to accumulate weight if you overeat, and you can get stomach ache too. You can of course visualise yourself slimmer, but you have to hold the thought consciously or it starts to slip’ Liam laughed

‘Oh yes, do you remember that writer who…’ Drake shushed him

‘That was not funny Liam, the poor girl had self esteem problems.’ He smiled ruefully ‘Unfortunately, unless you’re strong minded, you tend to revert to what you look or act like on the other side. You seem to be doing okay, you must have a positive self image’

‘Drake, have you got any chocolate left?’ I asked, an idea popping into my head. He stirred, reluctantly pulling away from me

‘Yup, want some?’ He got up and came back with a slab. I closed my eyes and thought up a fondue pot, putting it on a low table next to the bench we sat on and took the chocolate, breaking bits into the warm bowl. He cocked an eyebrow at me. ‘I sense mischief – I didn’t know you had it in you Les’

‘Oh come on, I’ve written some erotic pieces’ I grinned ‘and you gave me the idea.’

‘Are you sure you want to do it out here – we could take it to the bedroom’ his voice was husky and sent a delicious shiver to my core.

‘Whatever happened to dating and moments in between’ I retorted. Behind me, Liam cleared his throat

‘Yes, be a gentleman, Drake’

‘Slow burn, Drake’ I said softly, and dipped my finger into the melted chocolate, putting a dollop on his top lip. He grinned and I leaned forward to suck it off, turning it into a kiss. I felt Liam beside me, his hand stroking over my back and sneaking up under my jacket, only the thin fabric of my dress between my skin and his fingers. There was a hand on my knee, and as I broke away, Liam grinned at me, chocolate smeared over his lip too, so I obligingly kissed him to remove it. This time he was gentle and slow, and Drake nuzzled at my neck and nibbled my earlobe. He murmured into my ear.

‘Les – Les?’ he said, a sense of urgency in his tone.

‘Mmmm?’ I answered lazily, my senses on overdrive.

‘I’m sorry, Les, you’re fading out – time to say bye for now.’ he said sadly ‘You can take this up with your lucky partner’ I sighed with disappointment.

‘Thanks guys – he won’t know what’s hit him. Take this up with Lucy if you like’ and before I felt the sucking sensation that meant I was going back to my laptop, I saw her flicker into existence, smiling softly and reaching out to Liam and Drake.

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peacenik0 · 5 years ago

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Hi, are you planning to continue the Oxford AU? I really enjoyed the previous chapters and can't wait to read more. Your hard work on this one really shows. (Please don't feel stressed by my ask! Take your time :)

Dear Anon,

Thank you so much! Yes, I do plan to continue “Someone at Oxford” in the near future. I’m not always great with time management, and I ended up starting some other projects and signing up for fanfic exchanges. I’m hoping the next chapter will delve a little deeper into August’s background and what makes him tick. Oxford is my baby, and therefore it is always in the back of my mind :-)

It wasn’t necessarily my intention to have this story interpreted as an AU, though I can understand why people might see it as happening in an Alternate Universe or timeline. Everyone is free to make their own interpretations of the story and its placement in the XF universe. That being said, as I was writing it I kept thinking that it was an interesting concept for an original novel.

I can’t speak for others, but I’m never bothered when people write in to ask about a series or other WIP. In fact, it thrills me to the bone. So thank you!

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misakishishido · 6 years ago

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Project #1 - Phantom Thief vs Police AU (Teaser)

Hey y’all~

Soooooo I made a post that had a brief summary of a project I had drafted for a while but just didn’t have time to actually write out. But today, I’d like to show a little teaser for it. I say it’s a ‘teaser’ but please don’t take this as an actual prologue or any part of the story yet as I’m fairly unsure whether I’m going to go with certain formats or characters for the story.

Especially when *not really a spoiler but* I was thinking of breaking the fourth wall from time to time for this story, so it wouldn’t be such a serious read and well, hopefully you all will have fun with it :)

I won’t lie I got influenced by the Neptunia game franchise which I’ve been watching and playing recently which caused me to give this story a complete tonal shift from how serious I had planned it initially.

So if it seems alright with you all for me to go with such a format, I’ll definitely do so! I’d love to hear your thoughts if you can be so kind to just drop a comment or message me directly so I’ll know.

Also one more thing, if you noticed I wrote ‘Project #1′ in the title. So yes, there are... I’d say 2 more projects, in which I’d love for you all to tell me which of the 3 you’d like to see first when I post the other two teasers up. Although, one of the teasers is actually readily available as of now and it’s the *drum roll*~

The untitled OS for JuriSaku I had posted before which I’ll link riiiight here!

Yes! I’ll make this and the other two (with the other one coming up as soon as I figure out how to create a teaser for it since I’ve done 80% of the first chapter for it in the past) into multi-chaptered fics when time permits as my studies are coming to an end soon :)

So again, if you lovely readers out there can tell me which one you’d love to read first before the other two, I’ll be really thankful!

In the meantime, please enjoy this little teaser~ and I apologise if anything sounds weird as I haven’t been writing fanfics in a while haha!

- 01:48 hours -

A caped figure with a top hat was seen dashing skilfully from rooftop to rooftop. The person grinned excitedly as the thrill of being chased pumped their adrenaline. A helicopter had its spotlights right on its subject and on the ground, a swarm of policemen gave chase to catch the moment the figure decided to jump down.

“This is hella fun~!” The caped figure shouted in glee, eventhough she was huffing and puffing with all the obstacle jumps she had to perform without stopping for a second.

“Will you take it seriously, Sayaka-chan?! Tonight may very well be the night you get caught judging from the numbers they’ve deployed at you!”, exclaimed a voice through Sayaka’s earpiece.

“Geez you’re such a killjoy, weren’t you someone who knew how to have more fun than me in the past?” Sayaka chuckled a bit before finally slowing her tracks, paying close attention to the current state of her surroundings as if she was looking for her end-goal. She then faintly saw a few flashes of light through the window of a building two blocks away from the one she was on and smirked proudly. She found it.

“T-That’s not the time for—” The voice stammered before Sayaka cut her off.

“Also Otabe-san, I thought we agreed using codenames since Day 1? I’m not Sayaka. I’m Antonio, and you know that.”

The voice on the other side of the earpiece sighed, “… Just get the artefact over to Sakura pronto,” a click sound followed, indicating the other side had turned off her transmissions for now.

“Man… Yui has gotta lighten up,” Sayaka said to herself as she was nearing her location, revealing another person in a cape, with a Victorian mask that had a cherry blossom pattern over her eyes.

It seemed she was mouthing “over here!” from where Sayaka was approaching from and she couldn’t help but smile. She was after all, still rather fresh to the gig and was only able to be Sayaka’s partner-in-crime on the field because of Yui’s insistence.

“Everything’s up to you now, kiddo!”

Sayaka jumped across to the rooftop of the building where Sakura was, all while dropping the artefact which landed straight into Sakura’s hands. Fortunately, it had gone unnoticed as everything happened too quickly that even the personnel on the helicopter chasing her around failed to notice any changes in Sayaka’s behaviour.

“It’s done Otabe. Get the decoy ready so I can stop this crazy marathon.”

“Alright, sending you the escape route coordinates now,” an updated waypoint appeared on the map that was on Sayaka’s special monocle before Yui continued, “Success rate 80%. You should be fine but try to annoy the helicopter behind you a bit before closing in on the escape route in case it can differentiate the decoys and you.”

“Decoys huh,” Sayaka smirked, “Fine… by… me!!!”

Sayaka made one huge leap towards an unreachable building two or three blocks away from her before pulling onto a paracord that was attached to her cape, transforming it into a gliding device. At the same time, a few similar looking figures rose from below, on cue, gliding off into multiple directions which caused the helicopter to stop and hover mid-air. It was clear as day that the pilot had become confused, and he proceeded to quickly inform his fellow officers on the ground, panicking about the situation.

“I’m counting on ya, Cherry Blossom-chan!” Sayaka said as she continued to glide off into the distance in accordance to Yui’s escape route.

An officer rushed over to his superior and quickly gave a salute to said person, who had a very upset look on her face as she continued to monitor the situation transferred to her via reports on her iPad. She clenched her teeth, thinking hard on what the police force’s next move should be but to no avail.

“Ma’am, we’ve received intel from above that the target has launched decoys to confuse us… at this stage, I don’t think—”

“Shut up!” The woman rammed her fist at the side window of the police car she was standing right next to, cringing in pain momentarily before her serious-look returned, “We’re not giving up. Not yet! I’m sure we can get that wretched Phantom Thief this attempt…”

“Shouldn’t we be relying on ‘her’ for help…? I mean she got posted here for a reason, Miru—”

The voice from the insides of the car was cut off when her superior began in a loud voice, “NO! I don’t care if she’s a genius… she’s… that freak… she won’t get any credit for this… I want to prove the higher-ups wrong! That we, ‘lowly’ local police force, can do something!”

“… Although we’ve been failing 100% of the time…” The other woman who was in the car sighed deeply as she spoke to herself softly, shaking her head at how stubborn her superior was.

The police woman, known as Miru, looked frustratedly at the officer who was still saluting to her and returned orders, “Continue the pursuit. I don’t care if she has to be chased till the ends of the earth but don’t make any changes to the current plan. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am!” He left immediately after that.

Footsteps echoed through a seemingly empty building as the person walked up a flight of stairs with an air of calmness and confidence. The cool figure had both hands in her beige-coloured trench coat, and upon reaching the top of the flight of stairs, her eyes immediately darted the empty space she was in. It was fairly dark, and the only light source seeping into the room was that of the moonlight.

That was when her lips formed into a smirk and she slowly walked towards a pillar in the middle of the room, raising one of the hands that was in her pocket to form a ‘gun’ gesture.

“Caught ya. Phantom Thief… or should I say, sub-Phantom Thief.”

There was no acknowledgement or any movement from where the woman continued to point. She let out a sigh before picking up a nearby empty can that was coincidentally near where she had walked to and threw it at the pillar, startling the person behind it, revealing Sakura—the other Phantom Thief that Sayaka had entrusted to the artefact to.

“C-Crap…!” Sakura cursed under her breath and looked at the figure approaching her. All she could make out with the limited light available in the room was that the person had a fedora on her head, shadowing her eyes, she was pointing at her with a ‘gun’ gesture and she could tell that the person literally gave off an ‘I won’ feel to her.

But this person seemed familiar to her. A bit too familiar for her liking.

Sakura did not move from where she stood as she continued to look on at the person who decided to stop where the light would not reach her as much. “Bang!” She said, unenthusiastically while gesturing that she had ‘shot’ her and retracted her hand back into her pocket.

“Those idiots really don’t know what they’re doing. It’s unfortunate they’d rather tackle you and your friend wherever she is now without my assistance,” she tried to sound upset, at the same time clicking on something in her other pocket which caused Sakura to have a reaction. Sakura’s eyes widened when she stopped hearing Yui’s voice in her ear that was previously freaking out due to Sakura being caught and the girl knew she was doomed for.

She had failed her ‘older sisters’.

“… Honestly catching you now means the story comes to an end and the fun stops. I wouldn’t like that at all…” The person said in a sarcastic tone of voice before approaching in the area where the moonlight was rather prominent, and it revealed her face. Her eyes were cold and devoid of any feelings, but the widening smirk on her lips showed otherwise—it looked like she was having fun in a psychotic manner.

Sakura, on the other end, continued to remain in shock as the figure revealed herself to her. She knows this person. She just didn’t realise it was ‘the’ time for them to face-off, so she stumbled and tripped over her rather long cape, falling on her bum as the person approached her, standing right in front of her like a menacing tower, with no intention of helping her to get up.

“Y-You’re… J-Ju… rina… san…” Sakura shakily said. Her heart was palpitating, and she did not know what to do at that point.

“Hello there… Miyawaki Sakura-chan. It’s nice to meet you like this. Don’t you think?”

The person in question did not respond but jolted a bit while crawling backwards slowly when ‘Jurina’ suddenly knelt down, chuckling at the latter’s movements.

“Are you ‘that’ scared of me Sakura? I thought we were ‘friends’,” Jurina’s emphasis on the two words just kept constant shivers down Sakura’s spine. The person before her that she knew was not like this.

“… You found me… so now wh--” Sakura gulped when she had unknowingly crawled to the corner of the room, literally trapping herself especially when Jurina had got up and walked menacingly towards her and knelt in front of her once again.

“Well…” Jurina put a hand in front of Sakura, “I could take the artefact and leave you be… or I could take both you and the artefact to the police now… or…” Jurina leaned in uncomfortably close to Sakura that the latter couldn’t help but be extremely flustered despite the circumstances, “… I…” her voice went low and husky, which made Sakura’s ears feel extremely hot and ticklish, “… could let you go, with the artefact.”

Sakura’s mind went to a blank state. What did she just hear her say amongst all of her flustered reactions?

“H-Huh?”

Jurina gave her a smile before she pulled away and stood up, turning her back on the poor Phantom Thief. She shrugged, looking over her shoulder at her ‘friend’.

“Your little troupe is the only one that has got me entertained in a long while. Plus, I’m ‘off-duty’. I don’t see why I should capture you now when it’s still so soon in the story.”

Sakura was confused. Despite that, she slowly got up, remaining alert as she did so.

Jurina closed her eyes proudly, “Also… it’s a recurring theme for police-thieves stories such as this to result in the thieves winning almost all the time, no?”

“W-Well… that’s…” Sakura was rather speechless until she realised what was going on as she knew certain individuals did the same thing, “… Ah… correct me if I’m wrong but are you… breaking the fourth wall, Jurina-san?”

“Perhaps so,” Jurina chuckled before clicking on the device in her pocket again which stopped the jamming and Yui’s voice suddenly blasted into Sakura’s ear, to her dismay.

“Regardless, I will let you be for now,” she waved to Sakura behind her before gradually walking away, “This is just a teaser for the story that is to come and some of the readers out there may be interested in our ‘ship’ as they call it, so I would not like to stop the story here,” Jurina said calmly, causing Sakura to be in a blushing wreck in a moment’s notice.

“W-What the heck do you mean ‘our ship’?! That’s a bunch of nonsense…!!!” Sakura exclaimed.

“S-Saku-chan…???” Yui worryingly called out to Sakura at the latter’s outburst.

“You better leave now, sub-Phantom Thief. The police will give you a headache if you don’t.”

Jurina’s figure disappeared when she had retreated downstairs, resulting in a fuming Sakura who began her escape.

“Saku-chan are you okay? I know you’ve been compromised but—”

“I’m fine, Yokoyama-san!” Sakura quickly fiddled with a pocket electronic device that had a similar map to Sayaka’s and studied it a bit before putting it away and readied her grappling hook, “… As if anyone wants to be a pair with a jerk who thinks she’s all~ that~ like her.”

“Uh… Saku-chan…?”

“I’ll show her. I’m going to be the best Phantom Thief out there, surpassing even Sayanee that I wouldn’t have time to ‘be’ with her!” Sakura launched the grappling hook and she proceeded to zip line herself to the next building, all while being fuelled by frustration.

Yui facepalmed over the earpiece, “Saku-chan…”

“Anyways…” Yui cleared her throat, smiling apologetically, “Tune in for the full story when it gets released to see what happens to us from start to finish and whether we achieve our goal by the end of it. Till then readers out there, see you!”

#akb48 #ske48 #nmb48 #hkt48 #fanfic #yamamoto sayaka #yokoyama yui #miyawaki sakura #matsui jurina #shiroma miru #yokoyamamoto #jurisaku

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lirlovesfic · 6 years ago

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The Choice

A Doctor Who fanfic

Summary: After GitF, the TARDIS brings the Doctor, Rose, and Mickey back to the estate to solve a problem involving the TARDIS herself. But when they see a familiar face, the face of someone who should not exist, they realize the problem is deeper than they thought and could endanger the Doctor’s very existence. Primary characters: Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, Jackie Tyler. Genres: Romance, mystery, adventure, drama, character study, HN AU, fobbed!Nine, sick TARDIS. Pairings: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose Rating: Adult

Warning: none for this chaper

a/n: I am currently working on editing this chapter-by-chapter, with the hopes of completing a chapter a day until I catch up with myself. As I mentioned in a previous post, I’m doing it to try to get back into the swing of writing and to build some momentum in order to finish this. Also, there have been some tiny things nagging at me for a while (grammar, punctuation, etc.) so I’ll be correcting as many of them as I can find as I go. The story will not change. In fact, most of the changes are going to be so minor that I doubt anyone (besides myself) will notice. But to keep myself on target, I’ll be posting it all here as I go, with links to the other websites it’s on. I hope you enjoy it.

Catch up: on AO3, on TSP, on ffnet

This chapter: on AO3, on TSP, on ffnet

Chapter Fifteen—London, 15 July 2007

John absently let the cat out as he frowned at the sheet of paper in his hand. The likeliest writers of the crude note were of course Chuck and Jimmy, both of whom he'd had run-ins with the previous day.

On the other hand, there were at least half a dozen others on the Estate who hated him enough to write the note, and that didn't include a few of his former customers and possibly half his coworkers at the garage who didn't like him either. Well, it wasn't his job to be liked, and for the most part he didn't care one way or the other how they felt about him. Truth be told, he didn't like them either.

At the sound of Rose coming out of the kitchen, he hurriedly shoved the note in his pocket. She met him by the door.

"I gotta get going." She glanced down at herself. "I really need to change. Bananas in nightcaps is a bit much even for the Estate."

"Dunno," he said, trying to keep a straight face. He knew he wasn't doing a particularly good job of it. "I think it suits you, and I've seen people wear things around here that makes that look like formal evening wear."

She chuckled. "Still, gotta get home before my mum does. Don't ask."

He grinned. "I won't."

She reached for the door handle, and he stopped her.

"Rose, I've got a couple of things to do this afternoon, but… d'you wanna to do something later? We could go out, or maybe get takeaway and watch a movie?"

Her face lit up. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

"I'll pick you up. Which flat's yours again?"

She hesitated for a second, just long enough for John to wonder if she didn't want to tell him.

"Number 48," she said. Then she added quickly, "Where's your phone?" After searching the flat for a bit and finding it next to his computer, he handed it to her. She rapidly typed her phone number into his contacts list. "Just call me when you're done."

He nodded.

When she didn't immediately move to open the door, an awkward pause descended. She seemed reluctant to leave, or at least seemed to be waiting for him to do something, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. She'd just spent the better part of the night with him, albeit platonically, sort of, and then had made him breakfast. What was an appropriate way to say goodbye? Did he shake her hand? Kiss her on her forehead? His impulse was to snog her for all she was worth, but he immediately rejected that as an option.

Before he could decide what to do, she opened the door. Impulsively he stopped her again.

"Rose."

Her hand still on the doorknob, she looked up at him. With a small smile he cupped her cheek, lowered his head to hers and gently, gently kissed her. When he pulled away, her eyes were huge. "See you later," he told her.

She nodded dumbly and slipped out the door.

After the door had closed behind her and he knew for certain she was gone, he pulled in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. She hadn't kissed him back. She'd even looked a bit shocked.

Maybe he'd made a mistake, he thought, read her signals wrong. After all, he was old enough to be her father. Perhaps the age gap between them was just too much for her to handle. Maybe, despite the flirting, she just wanted to be friends with him.

But he'd been so sure…

But she did say she wanted to go out with him that night, so maybe he hadn't misread her, or at least not entirely. Was he moving too quickly?

Not quickly enough?

No, that didn't make any sense, not based on her reaction to his kiss.

He snorted and shook his head, amused at his train of thought. According to his ID he was forty, but around her he felt like a teenager, all pounding hearts and sweating palms. What was it about Rose Tyler that made him so nervous and unsure of himself? He didn't feel like that around anyone else on the planet.

When she had fallen asleep on him, it had briefly crossed his mind he should wake her, but he hadn't had the heart to do so. He had also considered laying her down on the sofa and allowing her to sleep while he returned to his own room. But it had felt so good having her in his arms. It had been literally the first time in his admittedly short memory that he had held someone like that. Moreover, it had been Rose, the person he had grown to care about far more than he wanted to admit, even to himself. Before he had realized he had done it, he had pulled the blanket to cover them both and had lain back on the armrest, pulling her tightly against his chest. He had been rewarded with a soft sigh from Rose.

He had fallen asleep with a smile on his face.

But then he had woken up and she hadn't been there. For a moment he had been scared she had left, had been uncomfortable at how the evening had ended and had snuck out without saying goodbye. He had immediately worried that he had read her signals wrong, had taken things too far by holding her in his arms as she slept.

And then he had heard her rustling in the kitchen. And realized she had stayed. The tension he hadn't even realized he'd been holding inside released in a rush, to be replaced with an overwhelming sense of relief.

What was it about Rose Tyler?

He sighed heavily, wondering how one young woman could turn his life upside down in the span of one week, and how already he couldn't imagine his life without her in it.

~oOo~

Rose crossed the courtyard and made her way up the stairwell to her mother's flat, barely noticing her surroundings, still in a daze over what had happened.

He had kissed her.

John had kissed her.

She had been surprised, thrilled even, to wake up in his arms, but as amazing as that had been, that was nothing compared to what had just happened.

He had kissed her.

He had actually kissed her.

And not with the almost parental kiss on the forehead her first Doctor had occasionally given her, and not in exuberance as her second Doctor had done once. True, it wasn't the snog Cassandra had given him while in control of her body, but it was a real kiss. On the lips.

And deliberate. Intentional.

She traced her fingertips over her still tingling lips.

Memories, forgotten, dreamlike memories of her time as Bad Wolf fought to rise to the surface. She barely remembered what had happened in the time between her looking into the Heart of the TARDIS and waking up to the Doctor regenerating, but one image had stayed with her. A vision of the Doctor, this Doctor, kissing her. It was a memory she had always discounted as false. A fantasy. No more than wishful thinking.

But this hadn't been a fantasy. No matter how brief, this had been an actual kiss.

With a smile spreading across her face, she ran up the rest of the stairs thinking about how she couldn't wait to see him later.

~oOo~

Jackie tiptoed down the hall, in part not to wake Rose, but mostly because any type of noise, including the sound of her own footfalls on the carpet, caused her head to pound. Once in the kitchen, she looked again at the scrap of paper in her hand. It wasn't the first time she had received a foul note like this one. Truth be told, she'd periodically received them for more than a decade, ever since she'd truly begun to date again after Pete's death. They tended to be from ex-boyfriends after bad breakups, or from the ex-girlfriends of whoever was her current boyfriend. Less often, they'd be from someone whom she'd turned down at the local. Occasionally, like this time, she wouldn't know who it was from. But in all the years she'd received them, she'd always hid them from Rose.

No reason to worry her. They always came to nothing.

She crumpled up the paper and shoved it deep into the bin, underneath old magazines and kitchen scraps before starting her morning tea.

She filled the electric kettle and turned it on. Normally she made a pot of tea the old-fashioned way, loose leaves in a pre-warmed pot. She prided herself that she was known on the Estate for her tea—she ignored the fact that she was known for other things as well. This morning however she didn't feel up to the trouble. She could do that later.

No, for this first cuppa, she was going to have to settle for a teabag. She retrieved a mug and the box of teabags from the cupboard and winced again as the cupboard door closed. She put the heels of her hands to her head and rubbed her temples.

Yes, she definitely needed the tea. And a couple of paracetamol.

As she opened a different cupboard in search of the jar of painkillers, Jackie heard the door to the flat quietly open and close. Puzzled, and wondering if her hangover extended into hearing things that weren't there, she stuck her head out of the kitchen and cautiously looked down the hall. Her eyebrows shot up. Rose was sneaking in. That wasn't unusual in itself, but her attire was. Usually when she snuck into the flat she wasn't wearing a nightgown.

And she had a big smile on her face.

"And where have you been?" Jackie demanded. She winced at the loudness of her own voice, ignoring the fact that she'd only gotten home minutes earlier, and wearing what she had worn the night before to boot. "You've been wi' him, haven't you?"

Rose's smile disappeared. "It's not what you think," she protested.

"And coming home in your nighty?" Jackie said in disbelief and then winced again. "Honestly, Rose, could you be more obvious?"

Rose sighed loudly. "It's not what it looks like."

Jackie crossed her arms in front of her in her scolding mother stance. "'We're not like that, Mum.' 'We're just friends, Mum.' I'll tell you, I've never come home in my nighty after a night with Bev. And not with a cat who ate the canary grin like you had when you came in." She pursed her lips. "Well, at least his nibs is human now. If you get up the duff, at least my grandchild won't have tentacles."

Rose rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"Don't use all the hot water!" Jackie called after her.

~oOo~

Once she had escaped to the relative refuge of the bathroom and away from her mother's nagging, Rose's grin returned. She pulled off her nightclothes, including the bananas in nightcaps nightshirt that had ironically been given to her by a later version of the same Doctor she had just left, and got into the shower. As the hot water washed over her, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be carried away by the memory of the kiss. It had been more than just a brush of the lips. It had been soft, slow, and absolutely lovely. And over far too soon. She would have loved it to have been longer, but she had been so surprised by it that it had been over before she could respond.

And she was kicking herself over that because she was sure that had she reacted more quickly, or at all actually, it would have turned into a proper snog.

But it was fantastic just the same.

After her shower, wearing a large, pink bath towel with another, smaller towel tightly wrapped around her hair, she went to her room to get dressed, still thinking about the extraordinary kiss.

Only the sight of her room brought her back to reality. The clothes she had worn the day before were lumped in a pile next to the bed, while other of her belongings from the TARDIS were scattered here and there around the room. More of her things erupted from her rucksack that she had dropped in the corner of her room a week earlier.

Part of the mess was simply a function of her personality and the way she had been brought up. Her mother had never been particularly concerned about neatness. Oh, the dishes were always washed, the laundry was always done, and the carpet was hoovered regularly. But the clean dishes sat next to the sink in the kitchen, never seeming to make their way back into the cupboards. Fashion magazines and romance novels competed for space with the post on the tables and chairs in the lounge while folded laundry was stacked haphazardly on any available surface in the flat.

Jackie's lackadaisical attitude towards order had been passed on to her daughter. Rose had always felt she had better things to do than tidy up her room. She wasn't bothered by it, telling herself that compared to her mother and Mickey, she was the very definition of organization.

The only time she even made an effort to be tidy was on the TARDIS, and that was more because she knew that the Doctor liked things in order and she didn't want him to think less of her, not out of any inner sense of neatness.

Rose sighed. This morning her room was even more of a disaster than usual, and that was saying something. To be fair, she told herself, the condition of the room was in part due to leaving the flat in a hurry in the middle of the night.

She rummaged through her clothes, looking for something to wear and wondering if she could get her mother to wash some of her laundry for her. After a bit of a search, she found a clean pair of jeans and a bright pink top. She pulled them on, shoved her mobile in her pocket, and then made a halfhearted effort to tidy her room, looking for dirty clothes to put in the wash.

She straightened her duvet and began to replace her pillows at the head of her bed. As she picked up a stray pillow that had somehow landed on the floor, she spotted the cube that held the Doctor's holographic message to her sitting on the bedside table.

With a rush Rose remembered the reason she was here in the first place. She felt a twinge of guilt. She hadn't been left on the Estate to flirt with John, and she certainly hadn't been left here to snog him. She'd been left here to make sure her first Doctor didn't get into trouble as a human.

Unconsciously she reached up and touched the key to the TARDIS that she always wore on a chain around her neck. She had more than a sneaking suspicion that to the Doctor, a cuddle and a kiss would fall under the classification of trouble.

The twinge of guilt grew, and she shoved the feeling aside. What was done was done, she told herself. If the Doctor ever remembered this, she'd just have to deal with the consequences, whatever they were. And from now on she'd just have to cool things down between them a bit, make sure nothing happened between them that the Doctor'd regret later.

But in the meantime, she had a job to do. After the difficulty she'd had trying to reach the Doctor on her mobile, it was obvious that the problems with the TARDIS were far worse than she had realized, far worse than just him not being able to return in ten seconds. Although the Doctor had told both her and Mickey that the TARDIS had also been affected by whatever had caused her to turn her first Doctor human, she hadn't understood the extent of the problem. The Doctor's magnificent, wonderful Time and Space ship was so powerful, so beyond her human understanding that she hadn't been able to imagine anything seriously hurting her.

But now it was clear the ship was hurt. Badly.

If she was badly hurt, what did that mean for the Doctor and Mickey? Would they even be able to get back?

She needed to figure out if there was something she could do to help them from here. And that involved a quick trip to the TARDIS. The one that was still here.

She frowned. Unfortunately, there was no direct way to get there. And she certainly didn't want to take a twenty-minute walk—one way—if she didn't have to. But she was broke until she got paid by the garage, and that wouldn't be for another week so she couldn't take the bus.

It wasn't a big deal, she told herself. She ran a lot further than that on a typical day with the Doctor. She was just being lazy. And if she was going to get there and get back before John was done with whatever he had to do, she had better get going.

As Rose walked out of her bedroom, she could hear the shower running. As much as she loved her mum, she was relieved because that meant she'd be able to avoid another lecture.

"Mum, I'm heading out," she called through the closed door. "Can you do some of my laundry while I'm gone?" There was no answer.

Inwardly shrugging, she walked into the lounge to leave her mother a note.

And spotted her mum's handbag.

She shouldn't, she thought. She really shouldn't. At least not without asking.

Rose returned to the bathroom door. "Mum, can I borrow ten quid and your Oyster card? I'll pay you back when I get paid."

She heard her mother say something. She thought.

"Well, that could have been a yes," Rose said aloud. She swiped the card and fifteen pounds, rather than ten, out of her mother's purse before quickly scribbling a note telling her she'd be back in an hour or two and heading out the door.

Taking the bus turned out to not be much quicker than walking, but at least it was cooler. July in London wasn't as hot as, say, Ancient Rome had been, but the day was warm. And uncomfortably humid. She was grateful for the transport.

And she would pay her mum back. Really.

Rose stared unseeing out the window, memories of the morning returning unbidden as the bus made its circuitous way through Peckham.

The warm, comforting weight of John's arm around her as they lay on the sofa under a blanket.

The softness of his T-shirt under her cheek.

His even softer lips on hers.

They were memories that would fuel her fantasies for months, if not longer.

Her thoughts took a decidedly naughty turn as she imagined his soft lips trailing down her throat, moving ever lower…

Rose shook off the fantasy as the bus neared her stop. She shouldn't be thinking about him like that. Nothing good could come of it, particularly after the Doctor and Mickey returned. Instead she should be thinking about what she'd do when she got to the TARDIS.

Her stop was a block away from the TARDIS, and as she got off the bus she got a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach, one that grew the closer she got to the alley where she was parked.

What if the TARDIS didn't open for her?

What if she did?

If she managed to get inside, then what? She couldn't repair her. Maybe she could use the phone to call the Doctor and Mickey in the TARDIS in her proper time stream.

Would that even work?

Well, at the very least she'd be able to get the watch that held the Doctor's consciousness back, she told herself. But how would that help? She wasn't supposed to open it unless there was an emergency, and certainly there was no emergency right now. Or at least she didn't think so. Would she even know what constituted an emergency in the Doctor's mind? Short of a full out alien invasion or John being on the verge of death, she wasn't sure what one would be.

Rose rounded the corner of the alley—and there she was. The TARDIS. She closed the distance between herself and the Doctor's magnificent Time and Space ship at a jog.

"I missed you," Rose whispered when she reached her, and it wasn't until that moment that she realized how much. She'd known for a long time that she no longer belonged on the Estate, that the TARDIS was her home and would be her home for as long as the Doctor let her stay. She missed the Doctor, she missed traveling in the TARDIS, but she also missed the ship herself. She teased the Doctor about stroking random bits of the TARDIS, but now she did it herself, rubbing her hand over the ridges on the door.

"How you doin', girl?" she asked. She moved her hand to one of the side ridges. "Feelin' any better? Sorry I haven't been by to visit." She frowned as something occurred to her. "Do you even know who I am? I'm Rose, Rose Tyler, and I travel with you, or at least I will."

To her surprise, Rose felt a wave of warmth, something she interpreted as recognition, emanating from the TARDIS. She'd only rarely been able to feel anything from the TARDIS, and only since she'd looked into her Heart. That hadn't happened for this TARDIS yet though, so she couldn't understand why she'd feel anything.

But that wasn't important. What was important was getting inside. What she'd do once there she had no idea, but with her phone unable to reach the Doctor she knew that she had no chance of helping him or Mickey or even the TARDIS unless she was inside.

Rose pulled her key out from under her shirt and slipped its chain over her head. She started to put the key in the lock, and then she stopped herself.

"You're not going to shock me like you shocked the Doctor, are you?" she asked. She didn't really expect an answer so she wasn't surprised when she didn't get one.

After another moment's hesitation, Rose cautiously put the key in the lock.

It wouldn't turn.

She didn't get a shock, but the door didn't unlock either. She tried again, this time wiggling the key in the lock while pushing and then pulling on the door, but it didn't help. The door stayed firmly closed.

Rose let out a loud sigh of disappointment. "Damn. Now what?"

The TARDIS made a quiet, sickly sound that sounded a little like a queasy stomach. She patted the ship comfortingly.

"Don't worry," Rose said. "The Doctor'll get this sorted. You know him. He's brilliant. He can sort just about anything. Don't tell him I said that though. Don't want his head getting any bigger than it already is." She smiled when the light on the top of the tall blue box flashed weakly, as if in agreement.

Rose sat down on the ground and leaned back against the door while she thought.

The Doctor had said the TARDIS would lock him out while she healed herself and that that could potentially take months. It had only been a week. Hardly any time at all, really.

No, that wasn't right. Even though she'd only been here a week, John said he'd come to in an alley—and she knew it was this alley—with no memories on New Year's. That meant that this TARDIS had already been here over six months and still wasn't better.

Rose ran through their arrival back at the Powell Estate in her mind, from the Cloister bell ringing and their emergency landing, to watching the holographic record they'd seen of the TARDIS turning the Doctor human and forcing him out of the ship, to the Doctor's goodbye just before he and Mickey left. Looking back, she realized that the Doctor'd been worried that the reason their TARDIS had brought them here was because the ship couldn't heal herself at all without their help.

She could even die.

And of course the Doctor hadn't said, not directly at any rate. Typical. Why couldn't he just say things flat out? She felt a fleeting wave of anger at him—honestly, it would have been helpful to know that straight off—that was quickly replaced by worry for both him and the TARDIS.

And being stuck here there was nothing she could do. She couldn't call the Doctor, and with the TARDIS door still locked, there was no way she could help him. She couldn't even get the fob watch.

And that wasn't even the worst part.

The worst part was that although she didn't want the TARDIS to be hurt, and of course she didn't want the Doctor and Mickey to be in danger, there was a tiny little selfish part of herself that had been glad when the door wouldn't open, because it meant she'd have more time with John.

#The Choice #ficandchips #nine x rose #ten x rose #fobbed!Nine #revised #yay I got another chapter done before I had to leave #more tomorrow

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thewingcutangel-blog · 7 years ago

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Lost in Shadows

Summary: After the Dark War and break out of the Cold Peace amongst the Nephilim and the Faeries, a call for help from the Institute of Seoul, South Korea leads four Shadowhunters to rush to their aid. But soon they realise that the situation is not a common demonic invasion they have dealt with for all their lives, and neither are the inhabitants of the institute similar to any other Shadowhunters that they have met before.

{A Shadowhunters and BTS members au}

A/N: This is my first tumblr fanfiction. i was really into both BTS and The Mortal Instruments, so I thought getting both of my favourites into one place would not be a bad idea for my first time. So, go ahead with it! Also, if you like the Shadowhunter Chronicles but do not know BTS, reading this fanfic shouldn’t be a problem. Just imagine seven men according to your creativity!

WARNING: This is not a reader pairing. The characters paired with the members are made by me. Please do not mind.

Genre: thrill, romance, adventure, emotional

Word count: 2,697

Part: 1

Even while walking through the portal, never had the four of them felt so doubtful of what was coming forth. But duty calls like a prank call sometimes. The restlessness among the Shadowhunter race for the last one month had been plenty of trouble already, now there was a new set of things to deal with. “Why did we take up this case in the first place, can someone explain please?” Sarah asked, rather demanded to know. “It’s not our choice, and definitely our consent does not hold important for that matter.” Amelia said calmly, but it was clear from her voice that she too, was irritated. “Let’s go then.” Lisa said, walking toward the portal. “I don’t like this. At all.” Victoria commented. As if it mattered any longer. The four of them advanced to walk through the portal.

Slowly, the other side was visible to their eyes as they arrived. And as they appeared, there were six pairs of eyes gazing at them. Sarah, Amelia, Lisa and Victoria looked around at the six men standing, possibly to welcome them.All of them were tall, with toned muscles. They were standing in a semi circle formation, the kind which wolves made, just before they would kill their prey. All were dressed in black, bathed in the shapes of runes well known to the eyes of the four girls. Everything about them seemed normal, until one’s eyes fell on their faces. Their expression wasn’t a pleasing one. They looked as if they were not expecting them..bit more like they had been waiting for them and as if they had been extremely late.

One of the males walked up to them, introducing himself with a polite but strong aura. “My name is Kim Seokjin. I’m the head of this Institute. I’ll be your host along with Namjoon here.” He said, pointing to a tall, well built man standing to the extreme left of the circle. Seokjin was a noticeably handsome man. His pitched voice, combining with his tall figure and broad shoulders made him seem very attractive to the eyes. But it was very astonishing, since Seokjin was definitely too young to be their eldest, let alone the Head of the Institute. As the guy who was apparently known as Namjoon sidled up beside the four, he only asked one question. “Listen, I’m not judging anyone, but are you experienced enough to handle this?” This came off guard. None of them had been expecting that, especially from a person they’d just been introduced to. “Sir, we may look young and inexperienced, but I believe anyone who has ever fought the Dark War is experienced enough to handle demons. And we can help, but only if you trust us.” Victoria said, taking lead as usual. The grey colored strands in her hair flared up as she introduced herself. “I’m Victoria Whitescar.”

“A Whitescar?! You guys are fierce I hear. And please, you will have to restrain from calling me ‘sir’” Namjoon said, with an amusing smile curling up his lips. A shorter guy from the group intervened as he announced his introduction. “I am Park Jimin.” he said, stretching his hand out to Amelia. She took his hand. “I’m Amelia Fairfox. I am here to help in any way I can.” Jimin smiled, and turned her hand slowly to look closely at her Parabatai rune. “You have a parabatai ?” he asked. “Yes…Lisa is my parabatai.” She explained, pointing to the shorter girl next to her. Although her frame was smaller than the others, she looked extremely intelligent and calm, her brown eyes and dark her and her golden brown skin displaying her potential clearly. “Hello. I’m Lisa Penrose.” Sarah looked at the man who walked past the others in the room and went up to her to introduce himself. He had hair too bright a green, Sarah noticed: the color of spring grass. And his eyes were a flaring indigo, like the blue portion of a candle flame. And also, he had skin which was inhumanely pale, like milk. These features were familiar. Warlock.

“I am Min Yoongi, the High Warlock of Seoul city. I have the deepest connections with this Institute, I bear no harmful intentions. I will try to make your stay as comfortable as possible, if I myself can resist falling asleep.” he said, with some unknown charm floating in the air. His voice was not suggestive of vey old age, but eyes could fool easily when it came to warlocks. “I am Sarah Dragonway. It’s nice to meet all of you.”

As she said her family name, all the heads with the three other girls as exception, turned to face her. Another grave voice from the group came floating through the atmosphere, with an amazing male characteristic to it. Sarah noticed that its owner was also a very good looking man, with chiseled jawline, dark brown eyes and light brown hair. His skin was tanned perfectly, and when he held his hand out, it was not hard to observe that his fingers too, were very long and slim. His features were more of a model than a Nephilim, which, along with his height and masculine voice, seemed to be a pleasing view to any feminine eye. “I am Kim Taehyung. And welcome to the Seoul Institute.” Sarah shook his hand politely. “It is a pleasure to meet the last Dragonway.” he mentioned. Sarah could not understand the meaning of this sentence. Although she was the last of her family line, she had no intention of continuing it; despite being the last of her family, there was truly no reason why anyone would still have any pleasure in meeting her. “Why, can you tell me?” she asked. The question could seem rude at first, but the way in which it was asked was rather calm, and more mature. Taehyung explained, “And why not?! Your family’s heroic deeds are very famous all over the shadowhunter community! I still remember the story of Aurelia and Hector Dragonway and how they slayed a thousand demons with the help of three dragons! It still amazes me, to be honest.”

In the small time in which they had known Taehyung, the girls figured out that he was completely opposite of what he had appeared as. Victoria was a very focused and serious person when it came to missions, but even she was moved a bit by the childish character of this new individual. All of them were smiling when he described a mythological story with the interest and wonders of a three year old child. Seokjin suddenly intervened, “Oh, did I mention? Taehyung is also my little brother.” The eyes wandered from Seokjin to Taehyung as he mentioned it. Lisa and Amelia exchanged a confused look, which said He also has a brother? And it was surprising that a man as young as Seokjin had so much responsibility to manage. Everyone looked at them as the elder brother playfully messed the hair of the younger one.

Jimin looked at Amelia and Lisa again, saying “Taehyung is also my parabatai.” He shed his black leather jacket to put his connection rune on display. Scars, common on the bodies of this warrior race, had not left any frame untouched. Not even the figure of Park Jimin. His bicep was decorated by the parabatai rune.

Another person, from behind the group surrounding the girls, emerged to provide his introduction. Quietly, Sarah thought there are so many of them. “I am Jung Hoseok.” He said, with a sweet smile on his face. This time, Lisa held her hand out. “It is nice to meet you.” She said in her soft, musical voice. “A Penrose and a Fairfox, a truly amusing combination is it not?” Hoseok commented. Everyone knew why.

Penrose was a family of wise and intellect. Their blood possessed the skill of writing, and the love for it. They generally were not skilled warriors, and were faced with great disapproval from the Clave. But in recent years, their family had been given the responsibility of the management of the library at Idris. The Fairfox family on the other side, was a family marked with the skill of manipulation, agility and evasive techniques. Some of them were so skilled at manipulating the minds of a human that they could easily gain a fortune by cheating. The contrast was very marked and sharp between the two families, the major reason for the rivalry between them.

After all of the introductions, the girls started to converse with the boys. Amelia and Lisa were discussing something with Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin. From the corner of her eye, Sarah could see that Taehyung and Victoria had engaged in a conversation which apparently was amusing her friend very much, as her giggles were proving. She talked to Yoongi about the mission.

“What is the actual reason why you called?” she asked. At this point, it was hard to contain any curiosity, since the New York Institute had not supplied them with any information about the case. “Well,” Yoongi began, “last week, we tracked a concentration of major demonic activity in the middle of the city. We tracked the activity for quite some time before we followed it to the National Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art, at 2 AM. There, we were faced with a band of Kuri demons.” Kuri demons were huge spider demons, with pincer tipped arms. “The problem is, these demons can only be summoned with the help of some kind of sacrifice.” Sarah grasped the gravity of the situation. “So you mean, there must be someone in the city who has been killing mundanes?”

“There is a possibility of it, but as per my records, it was not a Downworlder. I have no reports of any vampires or werewolves going rogue, and they anyway would not concern themselves with anything of demonic origin.” The situation was clear. It has to be a mundane, or a Nephilim. Namjoon intervened. “You all must be tired. I will show you to your rooms, and will call you to dinner when it is served.”

The girls followed him and the other boys as they led the way upstairs, while Victoria’s eyes were unusually fixed at Taehyung. “You like him,” Sarah said, sounding casual, “don’t you?”

Victoria dug her elbow into her ribs, but didn’t answer. Amelia and Lisa smiled, and followed them upstairs to their rooms.

…………………………………

She was back there again. The manor looked old and ancient, the way it always had. There was a small music box in her room, a present from her aunt on her sixteenth birthday. “Sarah!” her brother called from downstairs. “Breakfast is ready, and I’m eating your pancakes!” he shouted. “Try to touch them Andreas, and I’ll slice your hands off!” she threatened, and ran down from her room to the stairs as she did.

Her parents and her brother were sitting at the table in the dining room. The manor was on the outskirts of Alicante, close to the destroyed Morgenstern manor. Her mother was smiling at her as she brought the pancakes from the kitchen. As her brother proceeded to jump on her plate as well, she warned in an alarming voice, “Don’t you dare.”

“You are making a fine warrior Sarah.” Her dad complimented. “Yes, but you’re still too short for a Dragonway!” Andreas teased. Outraged, Sarah ran around the table chewing her pancakes chasing her elder sibling as her father laughed and her mother rested her face on her hands, looking at them with amusement.

Suddenly, she was alone, amidst a flame. Screams of horror, destruction and pain filled the atmosphere as Sarah ran about in the fire, confused and helpless. “Papa! Mom! Andreas!” she kept screaming for her family. Then she recognized her family, laying amidst the fire, unconscious. All her methods of wakinf=g them up were in vain. They just wouldn’t open their eyes.

Then she woke up.

She was panting, crying and sweating furiously. The room which was given to her was one of the four rooms given to the girls. The rooms lay side by side. Sarah slowly wiped her face and looked at her blade. The Dragonway emblem was carved on the sword by her father, and it had been hers since she could hold a blade. She slowly stroked the sharp blade, careful not to get cut. Then, she heard a voice.

She was cautious and raised her blade as soon as she heard it, but the nature of the voice proved that it did not mean to harm. And it was also a voice she did not recognize at all. Although she was new here, she could not identify it as the voice of any of the six boys, and the voice was not speaking either. The soft sound was of music. Someone was singing.

Sarah followed the sound; the cold marble of the institute lowered the temperature of her feet as she did not care to put on a pair of slippers. Wandering through the unknown place barefoot, she realized that it was coming from the western side of the building. Tip toeing to the direction of the source of sound, she walked to discover an open door. Avoiding any creaking noises to interrupt the beautiful notes, she opened the door enough to peek into the room.

Unsurprisingly, the voice belonged to a boy. He had strawberry blonde hair and a coconut hair cut as Sarah could see. His face was hidden from the view, and his back was completely on display, since he stood shirtless. But the major reason behind that was that he was injured. A bandage covered his right shoulder and his back was painted with a newly drawn iratze. But inspite of his muscular shaoe and frame, Sarah was attracted the most by his voice. The flow of his voice was breathy, but the notes were perfect. He was singing like a well trained singer. Sarah tried to enjoy it as an anonymous listener, but blame her clumsiness, the door fell open as she stumbled on it.

The boy swiftly turned around and the music came to a stop as he did, and looked at the unknown girl standing at the foot of the door of his room, and stared at her with a baffled expression, speechless. Both of them shared a moment of speechlessness, both too stunned to say a word. They stared at each other’s unfamiliar faces as their expressions changed from shock, to anger, to completely expressionless. “What are you doing here?” the boy demanded to know. “I am sorry, I wasn’t thinking. It’s just that I heard you singing and..” but before letting her finish, the boy interrupted her without a warning. “And without thinking that it might be invasion of someone’s privacy, you decided to investigate, being the great Dragonway you are.” Sarah stood there stunned, wondering how an unknown boy knew her family identity. “How do you know who I am?” she asked, although this question was completely irrelevant to the situation at present. “It hardly seems to be a question to ask right now, isn’t it?” he said in a loud, intimidating voice. Refusing to be intimidated by a stranger any longer, Sarah said “Well, it also hardly seems to be fair that you are aware of my identity while I am completely oblivious of yours!” the boy looked amused by this comment, although he looked at her as if she was an object of his loathing.

“Well then. I am Jeon Jungkook. And I do not trust you at all.” Sarah looked at him, wondering what the reason for such a comment might be, when the boy, again without a warning, said “And you are not welcome here.” And with a swift movement of his arms, shut the door with a bang on her face. Too shocked by the recent events, Sarah stood there, facing the closed door, thinking how grave a crime it had been of her to commit when she followed the most beautiful voice she had ever heard in her lifetime.

A/n: That’s the first chapter people! Hope you liked it! I’ll try to post as soon as I can!

#shadowhunter fanfic #bts fanfic #bts v #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts suga #bts rap monster #bts jhope #bts jin #bangtan scenarios #lost in shadows #shadowhunters #shadowhunter fanfictions

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dreamyarcana · 7 years ago

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Winter Memories

o h my god someone smaSH a freaking stop sign to my face next time i think of ever doing something like this again, i say as i already have an idea for next time.

in all seriousness, I really, really hope you guys like this (even if it doesn’t feature your apprentice) because i put a lot of effort into this piece that’s a WHOPPING 2,150 words, aka more than I normally would >.> im so lazy, have you met me?

i had an idea of doing a multi-apprentice fanfic for awhile now, and it turned into this. I don’t know how this would actually work in canon, and it’s more like kind of an au style where multiple apprentices kind of exist in the same ‘realm.’ how they got there and whatnot, is completely up to the reader’s imagination! to the owners of the apprentices, let me know if i need to fix anything, me making a mistake? more likely than you think

I have intentions of making a part 2 because there’s a few apprentices that I’d like to write for, so if I’ve already talked/asked you about that, don’t worry if they’re not in this one~

I hope you and enjoy and if you actually read to the end, I’ll love you forever because it i s l o ng XD

featuring (in order of appearance): Darcy [ @murielswife ], Avohkii [ @nadias-bitch ], Aveana [ @devoraakss ], Wren [ @asra-memelord ], Uma [ @julianandgems ], and Isla [ my own ]

The first thing Muriel woke up to was coughing in the middle of the night. Non-stop, soprano pitched coughing beside him. Darcy’s small body shook delicately as she gasped for breath.

“Darcy…” Muriel murmured, worried. He pressed his hand to he forehead lightly, and could feel the heat radiating like she was the sun. The former gladiator slipped out of bed carefully as not to wake his sick magician. He fetched a damp cloth as well as some water.

“Darcy, wake up,” he gently tapped her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open, and an expression of confusion crossed her face.

“Is something wrong, Muriel?” Her voice sounded weak and sleepy. He nodded stoically.

“You’re extremely hot.”

“W-what?” Darcy could feel a blush rising in her cheeks. “...thank you?”

“As in temperature. You’re always beautiful, though.” Muriel reassured her with a kiss on her cheek.

“I love you, darling,” Darcy’s voice was musical to Muriel, even when sick.

“I love you, too.”

“What time is it? I think we’re suppose to head over to Asra’s later to see him and Is - she yawned, her pink lips making a round O - Isla.”

“I’ll make sure to let them know you’re sick when you’re back asleep.”

“Muuuuuurieellll,” she whined playfully.

“You need rest.”

“Okay, fine…” Darcy felt too exhausted to argue. Her smooth, small hands took one of Muriel’s rough, massive hands; she daintily placed it over her heart. Darcy curled up close beside him, the side of her flushed face pressed against his slow moving chest. Muriel waited until her breathing was steady before slithering out of bed to brew some soup and inform Asra.

When he returned by her side, all Muriel could think of was how lucky he was to have such a sweet and gorgeous magician that loved him. He dearly hoped she would feel better soon and swore to himself he’d take care of her until she did.

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The early morning rays peeked through tentatively through the window as a thoughtful Avohkii dressed in the dim light. They felt as if their mind hadn't quite settled down that night - like it was a running, nonstop buzzing hum in the quiet air despite the fact they were surrounded by luxury at the palace.

However, Avohkii had an idea that previous night to surprise their cherished Countess. Walking down quietly to the palace kitchens, Avohkii’s mind remained pensive, with ideas before they settled down to work.

In the palace kitchens, there were pots and pans of every size, more spices than they could ever name, and an abundant amount of handheld tools from potato peelers to whisks to spatulas. It took them quite a bit to locate the ingredients required, but Avohkii was thrilled to be using such fine flour and sugar.

Even though they weren’t a professional chef, Avohkii enjoyed baking; they figured they could at least show the gratitude for everything their Countess had done for them.

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The sweet aroma of the cookies wafted up to where Nadia was approaching curiously. The servants told her the most recently employed magician was currently doing something of interest in the kitchens. Avohkii glanced behind when he heard light footsteps approaching them; a gratifying, shy smile crossed their face their features. Her magenta eyes glimmering in amusement and happiness, Nadia returned the gesture. Reaching for their hands, she moved closer.

At that moment, the timer went off, signaling to take out the second batch of cookies. Avohkii held up a finger, telling Nadia to wait a second while he took the sheet out of the oven. Inhaling the delectable scent in amazement, Nadia watched the baker with great interest and admiration. With much joy, Avohkii fetched a cookie from the cooling rack and handed it to Nadia. She bit into it thoughtfully.

“This is absolutely palatable and most pleasing to my tastebuds,” she complimented. Beaming, Avohkii stepped closer to Nadia, who then added softly, “Avohkii, you...have some frosting on your lips. May I help you get it off?”

They nodded as Nadia moved in, softly biting their lip and wrapping her arms around them, allowing both of them to lose themselves in each other.

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In another part of The Palace, another magician was busy at work. Aveana had been out in the early cold morning, attempting to accomplish things. Of course, Lucio, found a way to impede her efforts.

“Come with me, you look chilled,” Lucio slyly murmured in Aveana’s ear from behind her. She jumped slightly in surprise and turned, her large eyes meeting his. He stood arrogantly and with a smirk, his arms crossed confidently in the palace hallway.

“But, Nadia’s around,” she said, her voice low and worried.

“Do you really think I’d let her catch us together?” he scoffed superciliously, raising his eyebrows. She huffed and glanced down.

“Do you even know where she is?”

“Yes. She’s currently with Avohkii right now,” he replied, as if she should know this bit of information.

Ah, yes. Another magician Nadia had insisted on bringing to the Palace. She had long since grown a liking to him since, which gave Aveana and Lucio more chances to have secret rendezvous meetings.

Aveana rolled her eyes at the Count.

“Now, do you think we’ll get caught?”

“...no,” she muttered.

“Exactly. Come with me.”

Lucio guided the magician through the festively decorated hallways to his bathing quarters. Raising her eyebrows in silence, she followed as he held the door for her, and then locked it.

Aveana had seen most parts of the Palace, but Lucio’s private bathing chambers was an area where the majority of people weren't allowed. Like the rest of the place, it had small holiday decor around. She could see her own reflection along with the fairy lights in the shiny floor, if she really squinted.

“Aveana,” Lucio’s voice was soft and inviting, in contrast to his usual demeanor. “There's only one thing I need this Christmas...and it's you.”

“...Lucio…”

Lucio’s golden arm wrapped around Aveana, drawing her closer to The Count.

“You're shivering, still. What ridiculous this did you do now, take a nap outside in the snow at dawn?”

“You're hilarious.” she answered sarcastically. “I was out getting supplies earlier, before the rush.”

“Clearly didn't dress warm enough,” snorted Lucio. “Perhaps I can help out warming you up.”

Aveana bit her lip as Lucio moved to slip off her clothes.

“...I'd like that.”

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Wren felt tired and slightly put out. The previous week had been tiring as they had been required to meet with Valerius and the other members of the Court, much to their dismay. Additionally, to add to the exhaustion, Wren had used the extent of their rune magic in attempt to extract the falseness and lies as well as achievement spiritual strength. Portia had done her best to ease Wren through it with tea and small pastries, giving them a sympathetic smile.

Day after day, Wren found themselves spending more and more time with the inquisitive handmaiden. Her good nature and cheerfulness seemed to rub off onto Wren frequently - they found themselves to be more optimistic and determined because of her. Of course, between both's habit of snooping, the two bonded quicker than either normally would.

This particular day, the sky was a rare blue and snow twinkled invitingly outside. It was impossible for Wren not to be near the windows to see the day stretch across the horizon like a painting.

“Hey, Wren!” Wren glanced up to see Portia dashing towards them energetically. “Would you like to come with me to go sledding outside for a bit?”

“Sledding?” Wren asked, unsure what it was.

“Yep,” confirmed Portia, “It’s sort of complicated to explain, but you’ll see it was.”

Out of mere curiosity, Wren put on their winter wear and then followed her outside, unsure of what to expect. Sledding, apparently, was hopping on a board and riding down the snow on the ground, usually on a hill. Portia showed them the first time round how to and with encouragement, Wren tentatively got on with her and went down the next hundred times or so.

The magician enjoyed the rushing of air on their cheeks and through their hair, and couldn’t help but flush slightly when he held onto the handmaiden for balance.

Later, both returned, red nosed, flushed, and delighted with the day’s events. Portia gave a smile and a wave before disappearing to finish the day’s duties. Wren didn't mind; it give them a chance to reflect over that afternoon.

Privately, they wished they could save those memories to keep forever and ever.

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“Here we are,” Uma announced happily, glancing up at the doctor. Today, she had treated him to a special place she had always treasured.

“It’s...beautiful,” Julian murmured, his eyes glancing around at the magnificent sight. Icicles hung like lights from tree branches which were covered in heavenly white snow. The muted sunlight reflected off the crystalline lake and caused the snow around to almost shimmer and shine. Privately admiring it, the doctor leaned down gently touched the frozen lake. Uma strolled over to a nearby bench and dusted the white powdery snow off of it, before setting her bag down. She slipped on the smaller pair of ice skates she had brought with her.

“It reminds me of The Palace.” she noted thoughtfully. “The frozen lake has the same elegance and refined manner to it.”

“Does it?”

“It reminds me of others magicians I’ve met at the Palace, previously. Some of them were shy and quiet, but you could tell they had so many thoughts and ideas running through mind always.” Uma’s tone was hard to decipher - there were traces of melancholy and a reflective nature buried in it; nevertheless, she shook her head and gave the doctor a bright smile afterwards. “Anyways, come with me on the ice.”

Julian’s eyes widened. “Is it... safe?”

“You would know more than I, Doctor.” Uma giggled. “Kidding, it’s safe. You can tell by the way it’s frozen.” She pushed off of Julian, skating a graceful circle before returning to him. The doctor slipped on the bigger pair she had left for him before cautiously approaching her.

Meanwhile, Uma had skated around the lake, gaining speed before slowing down to help Julian, who promptly fell on his butt, onto the ice.

“We’ll go slow,” she promised with a light laugh. And so they did together, just like they were dancing. The doctor suspecting she might be using a tad bit of her magic to help him, but it was much appreciated.

Once he had gotten the hang of it, Julian felt like he was flying - flying with his one and only, Uma.

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Back at the shop, Isla was humming a sweet lullaby as she she always did when Asra slept on her lap like always. Her fingers weaved mindlessly in and out of his soft hair; she observed each breath the magician took as he napped quietly. The fireplace crackled in the background comfortingly as night fell outside.

She glanced outside, wondering what could’ve happened if she had chosen differently in the past. Shaking her head at herself, she pursued her lips. No, she has definitely chosen right. Glancing down, she beamed at the fluffy bundle of a lover she had.

“I love holding you like this.”

He opened one eye.

“I love it, too.”

Had she said that out loud? She glanced away bashfully.

“Ah, embarrassed? No need to be, Isla.”

“I'm not embarrassed,” she protested. Chuckling, Asra took her hand gently feeling the smooth skin; Isla leaned down to kiss his hand.

“Where do you hide your wings, hm?” Asra asked, his eyes glimmering in amusement. Firelight was reflected within his magenta eyes, and his lips were slightly parted. As she brushed his forehead, Isla’s features revealed confusion.

“My...what?”

“Your angel wings.”

“...Asra.”

“I'm serious.” He smiled up at her face teasingly, reaching up to touch her red cheek.

“Asra, you always make me blush so much.” Isla giggled, flushing. She bit her lip, batting her eyes playfully. “Am I allowed to kiss you?”

“Mm, I don't know. You might be violating the laws of angels.”

“Perhaps you should punish me.”

Asra’s expression changed into a rare one of neediness. “Perhaps I should, Isla.” He sat up and pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. Kissing her collarbone delicately, Asra gently pushed her to the floor.

Isla bit her lip; she couldn't be any happier than she was now.

Outside, the snow fell persistently everywhere - at the shop, the Palace, and even in the forest.

Whether they had spent the day indoors or outdoors, it seemed like everybody in Vesuvia was happy sharing winter memories with each other. No matter how old they would grow, no matter where they went, everybody knew this day had been unforgettable.

#the arcana game #the arcana #julian devorak #magician asra #countess nadia #count lucio #muriel #portia devorak #fan apprentice #go follow all of the blogs i mentioned literally all of them are the best #<3 #winter memories #i think i originally wanted to add layers and shit but i ended up being lol no im done XD #god this is the epitome of suFFERING #xD pls enjoy ;;

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Hi. I'm late to the "writer's ask" game, so as I keep losing track of which ones you've answered: I CHOOSE THE ONE'S YOU HAVE'E ANSWERED YET 😂🖤

THAT IS NOT FAIR! I ADORE YOU SO FINE BUT YOU ARE CHEATING!!! ALSO THANK YOU.

3. What is your favorite/least favorite part about writing?Favorite: The thrill of the good phrase.Least Favorite: Having people send me nasty, anonymous comments. I get it. You didn’t like it. Shoo.

4. Do you have any writing habits/rituals?I’m pretty flexible. In winter I write on the heater, but I’ve written via dictation, handwritten in a tiny notebook, brought an iPhone and bluetooth keyboard to type at an ice rink...

6. Favorite character you’ve written?Probably Amaryllis, who was the princess archetype in an original book I wrote that has been soundly rejected and insulted by everyone who has read it except for three people. And this is why I will love @itisariddle, @turbulenthandholding, and @unknown-authoress forever...

7. Favorite/most inspirational book?How can I pick just one?

8. Do you have any writing buddies or critique partners?I am so lucky that a bunch of people alpha read my last book. @turbulenthandholding, @itisariddle, @breenieweenie�� and @slytheringxbadxgirl all read the whole thing and shared their impressions. They are angels. I left the critique group I had set up for trust reasons. 11. What are you planning to work on next?I am revising That Damn Novel 2 (TM) and hope to start querying in late spring or summer. In fanfic, I’m trying to finish everything before I start anything new.13. Describe your writing processOpen laptop. Start typing.

14. What does it take for you to be ready to write a book? (i.e. do you research? outline? make a playlist or pinterest board? wing it?)I generally have the first scene very clearly in my head, and just wing it from there.

15. How do you deal with self-doubt when writing?Poorly? I am never not beset by the surety that I am not good at this, that my work is shit, that I should stop inflicting it on people.

18. Tell us about that one book you’ll never let anyone readI don’t have one of those lol. I show my trash to people.

19. How do you cope with writer’s block?I usually have so many projects going at once that if I am not sure what happens next in one story I can work on another.

20. Any advice for young writers/advice you wish someone would have given you early on?You can do this. Your contributions have merit. It will take longer than you want.23. Most anticipated upcoming books?The next chapter of The Prisoner by @nerysdax

24. Do you remember the moment you decided to become a writer/author?No27. Every writer's least favorite question - where does your inspiration come from? Do you do certain things to make yourself more inspired? Is it easy for you to come up with story ideas?I have more ideas than I have time. 29. Is writing more of a hobby or do you write with the intention of getting published?I want desperately to be published lol32. On average how much do you write in a day? do you have trouble staying focused/getting the word count in?Right now my goal is 1,000 words/day. It’s a pretty relaxed goal so it’s not an issue.

33. What’s your revision/rewriting process like?Well, with this book I did some revising as I wrote the first draft as things became obviously flawed so badly they needed to go. I then did a full revision where I read through a hard copy once, then read it through again and made notes ONLY about plot issues. I then went back and revised each chapter using my notes and the notes my wonderful alpha readers had left in the google doc they’d read. Then I printed a clean hard copy and am currently on my first of three passes through looking specifically at each major character. When that’s done, I’ll put those edits in, then start looking at each chapter in the Hemingway app. There I’ll read it out loud to find clumsy phrasing and bits that don’t flow and also use the app’s highlighting to catch overuse of adverbs and complicated sentences I should revisit. Finally I’ll read ANOTHER hard copy.

All of this, of course, is subject to change as I go.36. Post a snippet

37. Do you ever write long handed or do you prefer to type everything?I am pretty flexible and work both ways depending on where I am.

38. How do you nail voice in your books?I am not sure I do.

39. Do you spend a lot of time analyzing and studying the work of authors you admire?Yes

42. How many drafts do you usually write before you feel satisfied?What is ‘satisfied’?

43. How do you deal with rejection?I complain to @turbulenthandholding and/or @itisariddle they say the people involved are fools. Rejection is really awful. I’m not going to lie. And the path to traditional publishing is mostly rejection, sometimes form letter rejection and sometimes lovely rejections that compliment you but still don’t want your book. In the last half of 2017, when I was querying Mags, I got 63 emails from agents telling me they weren’t interested in my book (and 56 agents who used the ‘no response means no’ method of communication.) It hurt. It helps to have good friends who care about you and are rooting for you.

44. Why (and when) did you decide to become a writer?I don’t think I ever made a conscious decision on the matter.

48. Do you prefer to write skimpy drafts and flesh them out later, or write too much and cut it back?I would prefer to write too much and cut back. What I do is write too little and have to flesh out.50. Do you share your rough drafts or do you wait until everything is all polished?I share my rough drafts with my glorious alpha readers.51. Are you a secretive writer or do you talk with your friends about your books? I could drone on all day but I try to not to avoid being a self-involved bore. I generally assume my talking about my books is boring and tedious and if people endure it it is because they are polite, not interested.

52. Who do you write for?Primarily for me to control my anxiety.

53. What is the first line of your WIP?I’ll pick Unlikely Brothers to share: When Aurors and inspectors and Order members arrived, they found James and Lily Potter horribly dead, Sirius Black laughing with the hysteria of the mad, and no trace of Voldemort.55. How do you manage your time/make time for writing? (do you set aside time to write every day or do you only write when you have a lot of free time?)Because I don’t have paid employment it’s reasonably easy to find time to write. I try to treat it like it is my job and sit down to do it each day.

from writer asks (no more please)

#writer asks #faeriefully

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softedgeworth · 8 years ago

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RULES: WHEN YOU GET THIS, REPLY WITH YOUR FAVORITE FIVE FICS THAT YOU'VE WRITTEN, THEN PASS ON TO AT LEAST FIVE OTHER WRITERS. I was tagged by @altairattorney Thank you, sweetie! Well, here's the thing: I've written exactly 5 fics! Therefore, I will give my personal recommendation for each of them. I love them all for different reasons, but I've found that some give a better idea of my writing and approach than others. Starting with: 1. The Heart in the Hearth (17 April 2016) At almost 45k, this is a longfic I am very proud of. Though it is my first ever fanfic, it is also the one that I wrote with purest clarity of action. It's about spaces in the original trilogy that are skipped over in the game. I wrote it to fill in those gaps where I thought it would be interesting, especially where the Feys are concerned, but I also wrote it as a story of the narumitsu relationship where both of them are asexual. As an ace person, I wanted to create authentic ace representation while also paying tribute to and writing about a ship that I am invested in like no other. I think this fic will give readers a good feeling of what my approach is to AA fanfic and to AA in general. Readers have called this fic gentle, tender, and touching, with an all-encompassing love, and I could not agree with them more (or thank them enough)! 2. Per Diem (21 September 2016) Much like the above, this fic will give a clear idea of what my concept of AA in fanfic is. These are short prompt fills that feature characters individually or in groups. I really enjoyed the chance to approach the cast with a colorful range of ideas from the prompts. Unlike the above, they're mostly outside of or unconcerned with the canon timeline. It gave me the chance to touch on things that interest me but I've been unable so far to write into other stories: Phoenix's unmentioned traumas, Miles and Phoenix's travels to Europe, how Phoenix and Miles may deal with everyday tensions or unique challenges between them, Miles experiencing a dangerous panic attack, Pesu, and A Beach Episode(TM) (which I may actually be writing about in a story later but sshh). Because I feel my style is naturally concise already, it was fun to craft these short one-shot drabbles well enough to say everything I wanted to. 3. your fiery air (20 August 2016) This story is kinda experimental and my first foray into AU. I wanted to try something a little dark and thrilling, a 180 degree change from my other writing. I think it has strong writing and imagery. This is an AU because Phoenix is an actual phoenix with a divine force inside him and it concretely takes place in Los Angeles, but everything else about the universe remains unchanged--he is still trying to be a lawyer, Edgeworth was his childhood friend, he is a junior partner with Mia, Edgeworth is a Los Angeles County District Attorney with the same background, and the same timeline happens as in the games. I did not spend time rewriting the events of the games, but wrote about important events totally unique to the 'verse that would impact the events of the games and touched on how select events might be different. This story has been called "weird, but good" and tbqh 'weird, but good' is my overall life goal. 4. These Children Are Not Objections, But I Will Raise Them! (5 December 2016) This story is kind of a mashup of THITH and PD, as far as what it shows about my writing. It's the sequel to THITH, but while I had stayed true to the canon timeline in that story, I was forced in this one to confront my problems with the post-OT and to figure out for myself what would happen if the story were to continue. So, it has the same intentions and base as THITH, but it also has the ingenuity/creativity and unconcerned-with-canon flavor of PD. Frankly, I cherry-picked what interested me in post-OT, added some inbetween material to hold the cherries, and baked it into a pie (Picture of Special Agent Dale Cooper smiling with cherry pie goes here)(yes dørling I thought of your Photoshop!). I wanted to explain my ideas about Phoenix's disbarment and adoption of Trucy, and I wanted to expand on the wonderful themes Kay and Sebastian's stories enrich Edgeworth's story with, while also including what I see happening for them. I still have mixed feelings about this fic because I think I could have said much more, but I like it much more than I did before. It has lovely moments that I'm proud of. 5. Surrender the Land (17 January 2017) This is a oneshot that was written after I got the idea while reading matsuorka's 1001 times fic, and it's a gift to her! A reader would get a richer appreciation if they've read that first, but since it's technically outside canon, anyone can play. It's one scene and takes place over an evening at the immortal Miles Edgeworth's home, when he is visited by the time traveler Phoenix Wright. The scene is of them together in that unique way they have with each other, peaceful, and respecting the trust they have in each other. Phoenix learns one of Miles' secrets, of which he has many, and recieves it in a way only he can do. I loved writing the stoic Edgeworth of this 'verse, and writing them in the 1800s. Plus, Phoenix makes his crush laugh, what more can you ask for. I will tag @mercurymiscellany @matsuorka @edgeworth-aesthetic and just in case you missed the tag, @leonawriter I'm on mobile so I can't make hyperlinks, but these fics can be found on my #fanfic tag and also my #personal tag (I'm pretty sure). If you're on desktop, there is an added page link in the upper left corner that says 'my fic', where you'll find the sweet links and other posts I've made about them. Thank you for reading c:

#Fanfic #Personal #Friends #Altairattorney #Thank you again for thinking of me and tagging me!#I can't believe i was in such rarefied air with the cool kids in your other tags i feel loved thank you <3 #Asks

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