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hello i suck at titles so! i simply will not title this!

anyway, even though the au i’ve been working on is a race to the edge au, this is a scene from how to train your dragon 2, except as a watt au

pls enjoy!!

word count: 1934

Eva couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the sky so blue.

As she and Toothless shot through the air, dodging sea stacks and Thunderdrums, there wasn’t a single cloud to scatter, just endless blue sky. As they gained altitude, climbing closer to the sun, the rest of the world melted away, until the universe was nothing but Eva, her dragon, and the vast expanse of blue sky ahead of them.

“Why don’t we give this another shot, huh, Toothless?” she asked, shouting over the wind.

Toothless grumbled at her.

“C’mon,” she pestered. “I promise it’ll work this time.” She braced herself, lowering her body closer to Toothless’s. “Alright, ready? Dive!”

Toothless dipped down, gliding smoothly away from the blue of the sky and towards the blue of the sea, and Eva locked her pedals in the flared-tail position, took a deep breath, and then unhooked herself from the saddle.

“See you in a minute,” she said, then slid off his back.

For a moment, she just plummeted towards the sea, yelling but barely able to hear herself over the wind and the pounding of her own heartbeat. Toothless appeared in front of her, wings tucked in close, clearly having fun despite himself.

After a few seconds of adrenaline-filled freefall, Eva slipped her arms into the leather straps on her suit and pulled, releasing two sheets of leather that went from her wrists to her ankles. They caught the wind almost instantly, dramatically slowing her down, and Toothless caught on, too, spreading his own wings in an echo of Eva’s. Their steep fall became a much gentler decline, gliding on the wind, and Eva closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of freedom, shouting “This is amazing!”

Then she opened her eyes and immediately began to panic.

“No longer amazing!” she shrieked, trying but failing to steer herself away from the towering rock formation ahead of her. To her right, she saw Toothless trying to catch her, but his locked tail prevented him from maneuvering the way he needed to towards her.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eva yelled, trying desperately to steer herself to the side as the rocks came closer and closer. At the last second, she heard the sound of Toothless’s plasma blast, and the rocks ahead of her crumbled to dust in a burst of hot purple light. Then black wings wrapped around her, and Eva pressed herself as close to Toothless as she could as they shot through the rocks and debris, squeezing her eyes shut.

After a terrifying tumble down a hill, surrounded by the sounds of snapping trees, they finally came to a halt, and Eva sat up, taking in her surroundings. They’d crash-landed on a small island she didn’t recognize, but when no Whispering Deaths or Changewings or anything equally terrifying jumped out to kill them, she finally began to relax.

“Well,” she said conversationally, “that could have gone better.”

Toothless glared at her as she stood and bent to flip her flying prosthetic to her walking prosthetic. Behind him, the sea stack that had nearly killed them crumbled into the ocean, and he jumped.

“We should probably work on your solo flying, bud,” she continued, straightening up. “That locked-up tail doesn’t work great for rescue maneuvers, huh?”

He made a low growling sound of agreement, then heaved a deep sigh, flopping down onto the grass and covering his head with his wings. Eva ignored him, right up until a pebble hit the back of her head.

Eva turned to him, crossed her arms, and raised an eyebrow. “What, do you want an apology? Is that why you’re pouting?”

Toothless remained silent.

“Okay, well, if you insist…” Eva tackled him in a hug, then started trying to wrestle him, wriggling under his wings but completely unsuccessful in budging him even an inch. “Are you feeling the remorse yet, bud?” she asked, wrapping both arms around his neck, then yelped as he stood on two legs like a human, picking her up and walking her towards the edge of the cliff. “Hey! You wouldn’t hurt a one-legged- ah, okay!” she said, risking a glance down at the ocean far below. He growled a little, then moved back, and she immediately dove for him, knocking him to the ground.

“And it’s on!” she said through laughter, dodging Toothless’s attempts to catch her again. “Dragons and Vikings, enemies again- woah, okay, I give up!” she finally said as he pinned her down. He studied her, then decided she was serious and began to lick her.

“Ack, hey!” she yelped, sitting up and pushing him away, trying to save her flight suit. “You know that stuff doesn’t wash out!”

Toothless chuckled, a deep, grinding sound, and she stuck her tongue out at him.

Turning away, she pulled out her map and began sketching the beautiful orange forest before them. It had started out as a simple piece of paper, but was now a hodgepodge mess of all the different papers she’d had to haphazardly stick on as she traveled far beyond the borders of the archipelago. For the most part, it was Eva’s handiwork, but her friends’ handwriting was definitely there in at least a few places.

“So, what do you think, bud?” she asked. “What shall we call this place?”

He ignored her and started grooming himself, paying particular attention to a spot underneath one foreleg.

“Itchy Armpit it is, then,” she said, writing it on her map. “What do you think we’ll find in here, bud? Some Changewings? Maybe some Timberjacks? Ooh, maybe we’ll finally find another Night Fury!”

He regarded her with a skeptical expression.

“Just a thought.”

Just then, the screech of a Deadly Nadder filled the air, and Toothless perked up, running to greet Stormfly as she landed. Kate slid off her back, and Toothless promptly tackled Stormfly, the sounds of their playful roars filling the air as Kate pulled her hood off and walked to where Eva sat on the grass by the edge of the cliff.

“There you are,” they said, crossing her arms. “Where have you been?”

“Oh, you know…” Eva shrugged a little, gesturing vaguely to the island around them. “What about you?”

“Winning races, obviously.” Kate sat down next to her, pressing their leg to hers, and taking the pencil from her hand. Eva did have to admit, Kate was a much better artist than her, and she happily let her take over the drawing of the forest. “You’re dodging the question. What are you doing all the way out here? Also, what the fuck kind of name is Itchy Armpit?”

“Avoiding my dad,” Eva admitted. “And Toothless named it.”

Kate shook their head. “I shouldn’t expect much better from the girl who named her dragon Toothless. Anyway, what happened this time?”

“First of all, Toothless suits him. Second of all, oh, boy, you’re gonna love this one,” she told her, standing up so she could properly act this out. “Okay, so this morning, I wake up, the sun is shining, the Terrible Terrors are screeching from the rooftops, it’s a beautiful day. I come downstairs for breakfast, foolishly thinking all's right with the world, and instead I get…” She cleared her throat, putting on a fake voice to imitate her dad. “Daughter, we need to talk.”

“Not now, Dad, I’ve got a whole day of goofing off to get started,” Kate supplied in a terrible impression of Eva’s voice.

Eva paused, leaning down and lightly shoving Kate’s shoulder. “Okay, first of all, that sounds nothing like me. Who even is this made-up character? And second of all—second of all,” she repeated over Kate’s laughter, “what on Earth are you doing with the shoulders? What is that?”

Kate did it again, and then immediately dissolved back into giggles at the expression on Eva’s face.

“A truly flattering impression,” she told them. “Anyways, if I might finish my story, he says You’re the pride of Berk, lass, and I couldn’t be prouder-”

“Aw, thanks, Dad, I’m pretty proud of myself too,” Kate interrupted again.

“I have never once done that with my hands,” Eva protested.

“You literally just did!”

“Did not!” Eva knelt down and grabbed Kate’s hands, holding them still. “Would you just hold still, please? This is very serious!”

“Serious face,” Kate said, taking her arms back and resting their elbow on her knee, their chin in her palm. They made a reasonably convincing serious face, though a smile still played at the corners of her mouth.

Eva stood and put the impression of her father back on. “You’re all grown up now, and I could ask for no better successor. As such, I’ve decided-”

“TO MAKE YOU CHIEF!” Kate shouted excitedly, scrambling to their feet. “Oh my gods, Eva, that’s amazing!” She lightly shoved Eva’s chest, making the fin on her flight suit pop out.

“I told you to stop doing that,” Eva huffed, winding it back into place. “The calibration is really sensitive, you’re gonna wear out the spring coil.”

“Yeah, but it’s funny.”

Eva made a face, and Kate laughed again.

“So… yeah. That’s the whole thing,” she said as the fin popped back into place. Behind them, she heard a thud as one of their dragons tackled the other to the ground.

“So what’d you tell him?”

“I… didn’t. By the time he turned around again, I was already gone out the door.”

“Well, it’ll be a lot of responsibility.” Kate started pacing a little. “Finishing your map will have to wait, and maybe I’ll have to fly Toothless a bit so he still gets exercise, since you’ll be too busy…” She trailed off, seeing the expression on Eva’s face. “Evs?”

“It’s just… it's not me,” Eva said with a half-hearted shrug. “All of the speeches, and meetings, and running the village… that’s his thing. Not mine.”

“I think you’re missing the point a little bit. Eva, he wants to make you chief. That’s a huge honor! If it was me, I would be pretty excited-”

“But I’m not like you,” Eva interrupted. “You… you know exactly who you are, Kate. You always have. But I’m still looking. I know I’m not my father, and I… I never met my mother, so… who does that make me?” She turned away and sat back down at the edge of the cliff, staring off into the distance.

Kate hummed a little, then sat down and reached for a lock of Eva’s hair, starting to braid it. Eva had never been very into the whole Viking braid look, but nowadays there were always at least a few braids in her hair, all of them because of Kate, and she wore them more for the person who put them there than because of the way they looked.

“I know you think you might be able to figure that out by exploring beyond where Berk has already gone,” she said, “but what you’re looking for isn’t on an island somewhere. It's right here.” They reached to put a hand on Eva’s heart, and Eva reached up and grabbed it.

“Don’t you dare pop my fin again,” she warned.

Kate shrugged. “Worth a shot.” She finished their braid and kissed Eva’s cheek, immediately making a disgusted sound as she pulled away with Toothless’s spit on their face. Eva stood as she wiped their lips off, staring at something in the distance.

“There is something out there,” she breathed.

“Eva-”

“No, I know what you- ugh, just look.” Eva pointed, and Kate’s eyes widened as she saw the plume of smoke rising in the distance.

#we are the tigers #eva sanchez #kate dalton #kateva #toothless #httyd/rtte au #please i am begging people to read this #and hoping it fares far better than my martian au #oh wait almost forgot #stormfly #she's in there too

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annewritesfic · 2 years

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...... i did it

ANYWAYS here it is!!!! enjoy!!!!

#we are the tigers #chess watt #cairo adekoya #chai #kate dalton #eva sanchez #kateva

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annewritesfic · 2 years

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HI I’M ADDING A NEW RULE TO MY LIST OF RULES!!!!!

when you send me a prompt, please be specific

unfortunately i only have so much creativity and when you send things that are just “x character and y character fluff” i would LOVE to deliver you x character and y character fluff but that doesn’t actually give me any real ideas, so i end up being unable to write any x character and y character fluff and then the prompt ends up sitting in my inbox for forever and i feel guilty and you feel disappointed

so send me specifics!!! send me a line or two of dialogue, send me a certain situation, just give me some specifics and i’ll happily write it!!! but i need specifics, please please please

#this isn't angry or anything #honestly this is me just now realizing why i've been struggling to answer prompts i get #but it's because when they aren't specific i don't know what to write

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annewritesfic · 2 years

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Happy Endings Don’t Exist

if y’all thought this au was dead... so did i honestly i am as shocked as you are and i have no clue why it is suddenly making a reappearance but you know what, it is!!

ANYWAYS this one is based off of chapter 17 of winter by marissa meyer aaand as far as i know there are no tws but let me know if i need to tag something!!!

word count: 1955

If someone with absolutely no knowledge of Earthen politics was told the ruler of one of the seven countries of Earth was in this room, Eva thought, watching her advisor, Konn Torin, they would never, in a million years, think it was me.

Torin seemed like the picture of royal elegance, sitting straight-backed on one of the couches that lined the edges of the room, portscreen in his lap. His hair was neatly combed, not a wrinkle in his clothes, dress shoes black and shiny.

Meanwhile, Eva sat on her own couch, knees tucked up to her chest, leaning against the corner. She couldn’t see herself, but she imagined that the denim jacket, black sweatpants, and battered sneakers she’d insisted on wearing for the flight didn’t look particularly royal. But they were comfortable, and she was nervous, and she’d promised she’d change before they landed and she had to greet Queen Levana, so Torin had reluctantly allowed her to wear what she wished.

Eva sighed and let her gaze move from Torin, wandering around the room, across the couches and soft carpets and intricately-patterned wallpaper. If it weren’t for the pitch-black darkness of space and scattered stars outside the windows, it would have felt like another room of the palace, instead of a spaceship bound for Luna.

Eva thought of another spaceship, an old cargo ship she’d spent the last month on, and its crew, and her heart began to ache.

“Is everything alright, Your Majesty?” Torin asked.

Eva leaned her cheek against the soft back of the couch and closed her eyes. “So far. You did tell the pilots that I want to know if any other ships hail us?”

“Of course. Although I hope you understand why they might have been reasonably suspicious.”

“I know. But I don’t really care, as long as they do it.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Not really, no.” Eva opened her eyes and looked out the window, just in time to see Earth disappear from view. “But I trust her.”

“Then I suppose I have no choice but to trust them as well.”

Eva glanced up at him. “You told her about my second tracking chip.”

He never once tore his gaze from his screen, ever the picture of professionalism. “And I have wondered ever since whether that was the biggest mistake I will ever make.”

“You know it wasn’t.”

Torin kept his expression neutral, but Eva knew that, even if he wouldn’t admit it, he agreed with Eva’s decisions. It had been such a relief when she’d finally been able to tell him everything, knowing that, whatever happened, Torin would always keep any secret she told him. Other than Eva, Torin was the only passenger on this ship who knew the real reason they were going to Luna, and though he might have expressed concern that Eva was taking too big of a risk, he’d never once tried to change her mind.

The hours of waiting felt like years, and Eva had come up with dozens of worst-case scenarios in her mind by the time she saw the ship’s first mate in the doorway.

“Your Majesty,” he said, “we’ve been hailed by the American Republic’s secretary of defense. It seems that they are having technical issues with their ship’s computer mainframe, and they have requested permission to board this ship and complete the trip to Artemisia with us.”

Eva sat up straighter. “Let them board.”

The first mate frowned. “I understand the military escorts have some concerns about this. Due to the technical difficulties, we’ve been unable to obtain an ID of the ship, or establish a vid-comm link. We have been able to determine that it is a Rampion class Republic military ship, and I’m sure I do not need to remind you that your kidnappers had a Rampion as well.”

Eva pretended to consider this, fighting to keep her hands from shaking. “The ship I was kidnapped by had the silhouette of a lady on the port side. Is there a marking like that on the secretary’s ship?”

The first mate slowly shook his head. “No. Only black paneling, as far as I am aware.”

“Then we will accept our American allies on board.” Eva stood up, neatening her jacket almost subconsciously. “Torin, would you mind accompanying me to the dock to greet them as a show of goodwill?”

“Of course,” Torin said, setting his portscreen on the couch.

Eva prayed the first mate wouldn’t protest, but after a moment of uncertainty, he simply nodded. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

Waiting outside the podship dock, Eva began to wish she’d listened to Torin and worn something a bit nicer after all. Though the people she knew she was waiting for wouldn’t care what she wore, she knew that the rest of the ship would question her choice of clothing to greet the American secretary of defense, but it was too late now.

When the screen on the wall finally announced that the dock was safe to enter, the captain went through the door first, and Eva followed, perhaps a little bit too quickly, but eager to see who was waiting for her. As she entered the dock, five people were exiting the podship at the end of the line, and she studied them closely as the captain shook the secretary’s hand, wondering who was who—but the glamours were perfect, impossible to detect.

“Thank you for your hospitality,” the secretary said politely. Eva squinted a little at her, trying to figure out who was behind the illusion. “We apologize for any inconvenience this might have caused.”

“Not a problem,” Eva assured her.

“Evidently,” the secretary’s assistant added, “this could have all been avoided if our ship’s mechanic had simply remembered to bring a pair of wire cutters.”

Eva just barely managed to stop her polite smile from bursting into a bright grin. That, of course, must have been Kate, and she could almost see their expression beneath the glamour, the smug smile over using the “code word” Eva had suggested four days (four days that felt like four years) ago.

“Do you need us to send anyone to retrieve your ship?” she remembered to ask.

“No, thank you,” the secretary said. “The Republic has already sent a maintenance crew, but we didn’t want to be delayed. We do have a party to get to.” She winked, a very un-diplomat-like gesture, and Eva smothered a grin. That must be Reese.

Eva gestured behind her, remembering the warning Kate had drilled into her head as they’d formed this plan: that she wouldn’t be able to maintain the glamour very long. “Come with me. We have a sitting room, and we can all be comfortable there. Could I offer you some tea?”

When Eva turned to face the five guests again once the sitting room door had closed, the disguises of two security guards, an assistant, an intern, and the secretary had fallen, and a chill ran down her spine at the sight of five known criminals standing in her sitting room, putting this entire ship in danger.

“Is this room safe?” Farrah asked.

“As far as I am aware, yes. We use it for international confere-”

“Mattie?”

“I’m going.” Mattie pulled out a portscreen and plugged it into the control panel in the wall, running some sort of system check she’d promised she could make.

“Um… right, and this is my adviser, Konn Tor-”

“Wait,” Kate interrupted, holding up a hand.

It was nine silent seconds before Mattie unplugged her portscreen and tucked it back into her pocket. “All clear.”

“Thanks, Mattie,” Farrah said, offering a fist bump.

“We can talk now,” Kate said.

Eva gestured to Torin. “Right, like I was saying—Torin, you remember Kate and Reese.”

Torin crossed his arms and nodded, and Kate mirrored him, almost seeming not to realize.

“I told you I would return her safely,” they said to him.

Torin raised an eyebrow. “You promised no harm would come to her. I would include physical injury under that category.”

“It was one punch,” Eva protested. Before returning her to Earth, they’d had Cairo punch her in the jaw hard enough to form a bruise, to make it seem as if she’d been held prisoner and tortured, rather than accepted as a member of the crew. “I tried to explain, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“I understand perfectly, but you’ll have to forgive me for being defensive.” Torin paused, scrutinizing the five of them. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Princess Selene.”

A flicker of surprise flashed across Kate’s face. “How much does he know?”

“I told him everything.”

“Well, in that case…” Kate held out a hand, and Torin shook it, though he hesitated. “Thank you for your help. You’ve met Reese, and this is our captain, Farrah Thorne, our software engineer, Mattie Wheeler, and my, um… security officer, Cairo Adekoya.”

Torin greeted them with the respect he probably would’ve given the American diplomats, and Eva didn’t even try to keep her eyes from lingering on Kate. They stood halfway across the room, and though Eva desperately wanted to close the distance between them, something made her stay away. Maybe it was Torin’s presence, or the knowledge that they were on their way to attend her wedding on Luna, or the fear that the time they’d spent on the Rampion together was just a fragile dream. It almost felt like there was a sudden wall between them, like if Eva made one wrong move, their relationship would fall apart.

“Oh, look,” Reese said, breaking into Eva’s thoughts. Eva followed her gaze, and saw what she was looking at: the cratered, silvery surface of Luna, emerging into view in the window.

The anxiety pooled in Eva’s stomach, and though she wanted to hide, she knew she couldn’t.

Kate looked to Eva. “Do you have what you promised?”

Eva pointed to one of the cabinets on the wall, and Reese rushed to open it eagerly, pulling out a stack of clothes in dull browns and grays.

“How’s that?” Eva asked.

Cairo, who’d been the most helpful at describing what citizens of Luna’s outer sector would wear, nodded. “Seems right.”

Reese pulled a small tub out of the cabinet as well, holding a sheet of android plating and a small plastic bag of synthetic skin fibers, as well as a pouch of various tools. Kate took the pouch from her and rifled through it with their human hand.

“That should be everything you need to fix Reese’s injuries,” Eva said.

Kate took the tub from Reese, glancing at the fibers and then back at Eva. “Yeah, it is.” The corner of her mouth tugged up into a small half-smile. “You know, if this empress thing doesn’t work out, you might want to consider a career in espionage.”

Eva smiled wryly. “Let’s just make sure this empress thing works out.”

Kate passed the tub of supplies back to Reese and hesitated, then stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of them and wrapping both arms around Eva’s shoulders.

Just like that, the wall between them disappeared, and Eva let herself hug Kate closer, closing her eyes.

“Thank you,” Kate whispered, and it could have meant a million different things: for the clothes and android parts, or for bringing them to Luna, or for something different, something deeper, something Eva only just barely felt like she could understand.

After a few moments that weren’t nearly long enough, Kate pulled away, stepping back until there was an acceptable amount of space between them. “We’re running out of time,” they said to the room as a whole. “Let’s go over the plan one last time.”

#we are the tigers #the lunar chronicles #eva sanchez #kate dalton #reese watt #mattie wheeler #farrah watt #cairo adekoya #konn torin #it's literally been so long but tbh i missed this au #also PLEASE i am begging you to reblog this if you even slightly enjoy it-

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oooh caring for each other while ill with cheer stepsisters?

“I fucking hate Kate Dalton!”

“First of all, language. Second of all, why?”

“First of all, shut up, Captain America. Second of all, she got me sick!”

Annleigh looked up from her book as Farrah came downstairs, wearing a deep scowl. She’d taken out the braids Annleigh had done for her before she’d left for church this morning and put her hair in a wavy ponytail instead.

“What do you mean?”

Farrah sat down in the corner of the couch, the spot she always took. “D’you remember how at practice on Friday, Kate kept sneezing?”

“Vaguely…”

“And we had to partner up for warmups?”

“I distinctly remember you complaining, yes.”

“I was texting with Eva last night and she told me she was at Kate’s house and they were supposed to go see a movie but they stayed home because Kate was sick, and this morning I woke up with a sore throat, and it’s all Kate’s fault!”

“I don’t think Kate meant to get you sick,” Annleigh pointed out. “And I really don’t think they wanted to warm up with you any more than you did.”

“Hm.” Farrah considered this. “Okay, so it’s Kate and Riley’s fault.”

Annleigh sighed. “How do you feel now?”

“Oh, like shit,” Farrah said casually, as if she was saying The sky is blue. “Still got the sore throat, but now I’ve also got a runny nose and I’m sneezing and kinda coughing. Oh, and I’ve had a headache on and off all day, too.”

Annleigh leaned over and pressed the back of her hand to Farrah’s forehead. “I think you might have a little bit of a fever. Do you know where the thermometer is?”

Farrah raised an eyebrow. “You mean the thermometer we haven’t seen since you got the flu in eighth grade, but Dad refuses to buy a new one because ‘we already have one here somewhere’?”

Annleigh rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine. We’ll just assume you have a mild fever. You should probably get up to bed. D’you want some hot tea or something?”

“No, I’m fine.” Farrah reached for the decorative blanket Annleigh’s mother kept draped over the back of the couch and pulled it over her lap. “And can I maybe just… stay down here for a little bit?”

“I guess.” Annleigh reached for her bookmark and stood up. “I’m going to go get you a real blanket, though. I can see your leggings through that one.”

“Thanks.”

When Annleigh came back, Farrah had pulled out her phone and earbuds, but she looked up when Annleigh handed her the blanket. She opened her mouth, as if to say thank you, but then sneezed instead, hurriedly covering her mouth.

“Why don’t I get you some tissues?” Annleigh asked. “I think there’s a few boxes in the garage.”

Farrah nodded miserably. “That would be nice.”

For a while, they just sat in silence, Annleigh continuing to read and Farrah fiddling with her phone, sneezing and coughing every so often. As the sun began to set and the room began to darken, Farrah started to fidget until finally, she sighed and poked Annleigh with her blanket-covered foot to get her attention.

“Can I maybe take you up on your offer of hot tea?” she asked, a little bit hesitantly.

Annleigh leaned over and ruffled her hair the best she could with the ponytail. “Of course. What kind?”

“Um… chamomile? I don’t know, I don’t drink tea.”

“With honey?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright.” Annleigh got up and went into the kitchen, reaching for a Thermos - so Farrah didn’t have to risk spilling on the couch - and filling the kettle. She could still hear Farrah sniffling in the next room, and after a moment of indecision, she grabbed her keys off the counter, then stirred a spoonful of honey into Farrah’s tea and reached for her shoes as she walked to give her stepsister the Thermos.

Farrah eyed Annleigh’s keys. “Where are you going…?”

“I was thinking I would go get you some soup or something. You’ll be okay here on your own for a bit, right?”

“Yeah, I’m not a toddler.” Farrah blew gently into the Thermos. “But… are you sure? It’s getting dark.”

“I’m sure.” Annleigh grabbed her purse, hanging in the closet, and opened the front door. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Okay.” Annleigh started to leave, but paused when Farrah called out again. “Annie?”

She looked back. “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Annleigh smiled softly at her stepsister, who shyly smiled back. “Of course. Love you, Farrah.”

“Love you too.”

#we are the tigers #farrah watt #annleigh o'daniel #this has a quick reference to something i wrote a few weeks ago #this is really short but i hope you like it!!!#if whoever sent this prompt even reads it-#this prompt literally came in october 2020 lol

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how about kate trying to pretend they don’t have feelings for eva during cheer practice and chess teasing her about it. maybe at eva finally confessing to kate?

There were few things Kate hated more than cheer practice. As far as she was concerned, there were billions of better ways to spend every afternoon after school, like getting a tooth pulled at the dentist or going for a walk in the rain in socks.

But unfortunately for them, Chess (for some reason completely beyond Kate) actually enjoyed cheer, and she was both Kate’s best friend and her ride home from school, so four days a week, after school, Kate found themself in the gym, tuning out Riley’s endless chatter and daydreaming about going home.

Equally unfortunately for them, this year the Tigers had a new teammate, a transfer from West High with a cheer scholarship, an interest in climatology, and a pride pin on her backpack.

After their very first practice, on the drive home, Kate had made the mistake of commenting to Chess that Eva was kind of cute, and now Chess would not shut up about the crush she was so sure Kate had on Eva.

(She was a little bit right.)

(Just a little.)

(She didn’t need to know that, though.)

And it definitely didn’t help that Eva was actually super funny and really cool and that somehow, she’d been the first friend Kate had made since Chess in first grade. It didn’t help that the two of them had started texting regularly, had been doing math homework together, or that Kate had already lent Eva her copy of their favorite book, which she normally coveted and jealously guarded like a dragon with a very pathetic hoard of one slightly battered paperback copy of Last Night at the Telegraph Club.

All of these things had served two purposes: making Kate like Eva even more, and making Chess even more insufferable about it.

However, they had not served the purpose of making Kate enjoy cheer practice any more.

“Why the cheer team?” she asked as Chess moved textbooks and notebooks between her backpack and her locker. “You realize Giles Corey has a gymnastics team, right?”

“You realize I don’t want to join the school’s gymnastics team, right?” Chess asked, mimicking Kate’s tone. “Cheer is perfectly fine. And it’s more of a team sport than gymnastics is, I like that.”

“I don’t.”

“Kate, you didn’t have to join,” Chess reminded her. They’d had this conversation too many times to count, and by now it was more light-hearted than anything.

“Neither did you.” Kate closed Chess’s locker for her. “Maybe you should’ve joined the chess club.”

“That is literally the worst joke I’ve heard about my name yet.”

“Was not!” Kate protested as they started down the stairs.

“Was too.”

“It was not. And the chess club would be way more fun than the walking migraine that is Riley Williams.”

“You would hate chess. Have you ever even played?”

“Well…”

“And I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you sit still longer than five minutes.”

“Hey! I can totally sit still!”

Chess raised a skeptical eyebrow as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Kate stuck her tongue out at her as she passed, and caught a glimpse of her (affectionate) eye roll.

“Look, I know you don’t hate cheer nearly as much as you say you do,” Chess told them as they walked down the hallway to the locker room. “It’s fun!”

“It is about as fun as drowning.”

“And I know you don’t hate the team that much,” Chess continued.

“Don’t,” Kate groaned.

“Especially not Eva,” she added with a mischievous wink that made Kate reevaluate their entire friendship of over a decade.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she told her.

“So you do hate Eva?”

Kate hesitated.

“You think she’s as annoying as everyone else on the squad?” Chess pressed, grinning. “D’you think she’s a walking migraine?”

“Okay, there’s literally nobody on Earth as annoying as Riley,” Kate pointed out. “I don’t even hate Annleigh as much as I hate Riley.”

“Fair, but you’re dodging the question.” Chess pulled open the locker room door. “D’you hate Eva?”

“Does who hate me?” asked a voice inside the locker room. Kate’s stomach flipped upside down, and she seriously considered abandoning Chess in the middle of the woods to fend for herself.

“Oh, Kate was just complaining about all the things she hates about cheer practice,” Chess explained easily.

“In character for you,” Eva said with a smile that made Kate’s brain pause for a moment. There was probably a little gray loading circle floating above their head. “Am I on that very extensive list?”

“Um…” Kate hesitated, then shook it off, trying to act normal. “No.” They shot Chess a glare. “Chess is on thin fucking ice at the moment, though.”

“Hey!”

Eva laughed, sitting on the bench to lace up her sneakers. “Chess, what did you do?”

Shit.

“Um. She’s just… on my nerves?” Kate said quickly, before Chess could answer. “Anyways, have you been reading the book I lent you?”

Eva’s eyes lit up. “I’m just about at the epilogue! It’s so good, I see why you love it.”

“Isn’t it?” Kate breathed a sigh of relief at managing to turn the conversation away from her crush on Eva, and thanked whatever god was out there that Chess let them talk about the book, rather than continuing to press - although Kate was seriously not a fan of the expression on her face.

Once Eva finished tying her shoes, she left the room for the gym with a smile and a “See you in a few minutes!” Kate smiled back at her, but the smile quickly switched to a frown as soon as the door was shut.

“Seriously?” she asked Chess. “Seriously?”

“What?”

“If you want me to get a girlfriend, you are not going to do that by telling a girl about how I hate everything about cheer, which is her hobby and which she actually likes doing, and asking me if I hate her in front of her.”

“Hey, I’m doing my best here. It’d be easier if you would admit the fact that you do, in fact, want her to be your girlfriend.”

“Admit it to you? Are you joking?”

Chess grinned at Kate, and they silently cursed the fact that Chess knew her more than well enough to know they weren’t really that mad at her. “Just trust me, I mostly know what I’m doing.”

“I’m starting to think you don’t actually want me to get a girlfriend, you just want to embarrass me,” Kate grumbled.

“I embarrass you because I love you.”

“Doesn’t feel like love.”

“It’s tough love.”

“Is all your love tough love?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re the worst.”

Chess laughed and reached to ruffle Kate’s hair. “C’mon, let’s get going. Faster we go, the sooner we’re done.”

“Or we could just not go,” Kate muttered, but she followed her through the door anyway, just like she always did.

#we are the tigers #kate dalton #chess watt #eva sanchez #kateva #ok so i KNOW the prompt said maybe an eva confessing #but i kind of liked this better without a confession #felt very cute and fluffy #so :)

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kate and eva applying for college! maybe kate’s stressed they won’t stay together through graduation

“I keep getting emails specifically from colleges in Michigan. I have never been to Michigan, I know nobody in Michigan, and I have no desire to ever go to Michigan.”

Eva smiled a little and leaned over to rest her chin on Kate’s shoulder, looking at their computer screen. “I think College Board is trying to tell you something.”

“D’you think I have some sort of grand destiny in Michigan?”

“Maybe.”

“Hm.” Kate checked the boxes next to the seven emails and hit delete. “Sorry, College Board. If I have some sort of grand destiny, you’ll have to try harder.”

“Babe, it’s College Board. What else do you think they can do?”

“Write ‘GO TO MICHIGAN’ in huge bold text on all my AP exams.”

Eva laughed and kissed Kate’s cheek, then sat up and returned to her own laptop.

Kate leaned against her shoulder with a sigh. “What are you looking at?”

Eva scrolled back up to the top of the page so Kate could read the title.

“Woah,” she breathed, eyes widening a little bit. “Stanford?”

“Mm-hmm.” Eva scrolled back down to where she’d been reading. “They’ve got a really awesome environmental science program. Plus, you know. Stanford would look really good to a lot of jobs I might apply to after I graduate.”

“Yeah, you think?”

For a few moments, they both read the page in relative silence, until Eva switched to the page for Colorado State University’s ecosystem science degree.

“What are you thinking?” Kate asked, still leaning against her shoulder.

Eva shrugged a little. “Honestly, I’m not sure yet. Got a list of places I might apply to, though.”

“I thought you really wanted to go to MIT.”

“That would definitely be really cool, but I don’t want to have my heart set on any one school, and particularly not one with a 7% acceptance rate. It’d be nice to keep my options open, you know?”

“Yeah.”

Eva leaned back a little, letting her attention shift to Kate’s abandoned laptop. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m not sure yet. My parents still want me to go to Tufts, since that’s where they both went, which means that so far, the criteria I’m looking for are…” Kate pretended to think. “Not Tufts.”

Eva laughed. “That’s very specific.”

“Hey, it’s more narrowed down than every college or university in the world.”

“I guess.”

Kate shrugged. “I really don’t know what to look for, though. I don’t even know what I want to study.”

“You’re good at English. You could major in English literature.”

“Maybe.” Kate opened up a new search window, but didn’t type anything. “I just… I don’t know. I don’t even really know what I want to do with my life.”

“You could be a vet. You like animals.”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

Eva frowned a little. “Are you okay?”

“Fine, why?”

“You just seem a little… I don’t know. Off.”

Kate was quiet for a few seconds. “I just… you know I really don’t like change.”

“I know.”

“And thinking about college… kind of a big fucking change.” They pushed her laptop away and pulled her knees up to their chest. “And a year from now, we’re supposed to be away at college, and I don’t even know where to start looking, or what I want to major in, or- I just don’t even know where I want to be a year from now, and I don’t exactly have a ton of time to figure it out.”

Eva carefully slipped an arm around Kate’s shoulders, pulling her a little bit closer. “I know. This is really, really big, and it’s scary.”

“And then I just…” Kate trailed off, and for a moment, the silence felt almost crushing.

“Yeah?” Eva finally prompted.

“It’s stupid.”

“I doubt that.”

Kate sighed a little. “And then there’s the fact that, like… a year from now we’re both going to be in college, and neither of us know exactly where we’re going, and who knows how far apart we’ll be?”

For a moment, those words hung in the air.

“You’re freaked out about the distance, aren’t you?” Eva asked quietly.

“Among other things, yeah.” Kate stared straight ahead, not looking at her. “And even setting aside possible distance, like… we’ll both be in college, we’ll be busy, we’ll be surrounded by new people, and-” Kate cut herself off suddenly, still not looking at Eva. “I don’t… There’s so many ways being long distance can go wrong. And I can’t even stop it, I can’t change the fact that we’re graduating at the end of the year, I can’t…” They shook her head. “I’m scared you’re going to forget about me.”

“Kate-”

“Both my literal siblings forgot about me the second they went off to their cool fancy colleges with their cool fancy new friends,” Kate continued. “I haven’t spoken to either of them in a couple of months, and they’re my siblings, they’re- they’re not supposed to forget about me.”

For a few moments, neither of them said anything while Eva tried to figure out what to say.

“I won’t forget about you, Kate,” she finally said softly.

“You don’t know that.”

“You don’t know that, either.”

Kate said nothing.

“I know you’re scared,” Eva continued, “and to be totally honest, I’m kind of scared, too. You mean a lot to me, and the thought of not having you in my life… it’s terrifying.” She paused. “But… look, it’s not like we’re the first couple to ever go through this, you know? And I know that there are plenty of couples who don’t make it through college, but I also know that there are plenty who do. And I know that I trust you, and I love you, and I know that neither of us want this to break us. And I know that we’re both stubborn as fuck, and we can absolutely make this work.”

That earned her a tiny smile. “You think so?”

“‘Course I do.”

Kate shifted so they could finally look her in the eyes. “Promise you’re not going to give up when being long distance gets hard?”

Eva held up her pinky finger. “Promise.”

Kate hesitated, then grinned at her, and they pinky promised it, hands falling to the blanket between their laps.

“And,” Eva added, “like you said, neither of us actually know exactly where we’re going yet. Maybe we’ll end up at the exact same school.”

“I’m not applying to Stanford, V.”

Eva lightly hit her arm. “Okay, maybe we’ll end up near each other, at least.”

“Maybe.”

Eva untangled her hand from Kate’s to bring it up to their face, brushing her hair out of their eyes. “We’re gonna be just fine, K. You’ll see.”

For a moment, Kate just stared at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read. “You know what’s weird?”

“What?”

“I think I actually believe you.”

#we are the tigers #kate dalton #eva sanchez #kateva #thank you so much for the prompt!!#no seriously i had kind of a shitty afternoon so getting to come back and see this literally made my day thank you so much-#plus my favorite lesbians!!! always wonderful to see them!!!!#also shhh i'm not projecting my fear of the future/college onto kate what are you talking about-

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