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be11atrixthestrange · 3 years

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Waking Up In Vegas Chapter 13

After a night of debauchery, Ron and Hermione wake up in Vegas... married.

Muggle!AU. Romcom!Romione. Slow burning, smutty, angst-fest.

Rated M for reasons.

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[Ron]

The moment immediately after Ron admits his feelings, and before he draws up the courage to snog Hermione senseless in public seems to last a lifetime, and it's bursting with questions.

Why does he hesitate? He can't simply tell a girl he's falling in love with her, pause to stare at her lips, panic, and then do nothing.

But that's what Ron does. Maybe she's thinking the same things he is: that they agreed not to kiss, and they weren't expecting to admit such strong feelings, nor were they expecting them to be reciprocated. Although it feels silly not to kiss, doing so would feel like breaking a promise, and they have all night to kiss, so what's the rush? Why risk outing their relationship at the wrong time simply because of the heat of the moment?

Or maybe she's simply wondering why the fuck he isn't kissing her.

However long the moment lasts, it's over when a drunken Seamus staggers up to them and interrupts.

"Ron, Hermione! I've been looking for you," he says, stumbling through the crowd to greet them, oblivious to what he's barging in on. "We're going on the Deathstick. Come on!"

Seamus points to the ride in question — the Deathstick — and next to Ron, Hermione groans in response. In the middle of the venue is a thrill ride that towers up and through the ceiling. Riders pair up into compartments and rotate around a tall pillar, rising through the ceiling until they… well, Ron doesn't actually know. Presumably, they drop, but it all takes place above the roof, out of sight. That's probably part of its appeal.

The pair follows behind Seamus, and Ron can sense the reluctance from Hermione. One glance at her pale face tells him she's not much of a thrill-seeker.

"You good?" he asks.

"I'm not sure about this," she says, eyeing the tower with trepidation.

"You don't fancy an adrenaline rush?"

Hermione laughs. "Oh, I do. It's just that my idea of an adrenaline rush is a glass of wine and a murder mystery."

A glass of wine and a murder mystery sounds fantastic right about now, and Ron can't help but smile at the thought of Hermione curled up on the sofa with a book, her legs on his lap, and a cabernet in her hand.

In the London flat that they share, of course.

"Well, that sounds amazing," says Ron. "We don't have to go." His heart sinks the moment he says it, and he's suddenly aware of how much he wants to go.

"You should go," she says, noticing his reaction. "I'll wait for you."

Ron smiles at her and turns toward the ride. The rest of the wedding party has already partnered up for the two-person compartments — Harry with Ginny, Dean with Seamus, Neville with Luna, and Demelza with Lavender. Ron's all alone.

Ron looks back at Hermione and follows her gaze to a group of girls — possibly another hen party — running into a similar dilemma. Hermione scowls as one of the partner-less girls scans the crowd, looking for someone to ride with. He can hear a faint suggestion from her friend, "Why don't you ask that red-head? He's cute…"

"I'll go with you," Hermione says, smiling back at Ron. "How bad could it be?"

"Are… are you sure?" he asks, unable to stop the smirk that spreads across his face. She's jealous.

"Yes, I'm sure," she says. "I wouldn't want you to ride alone, or worse, with a complete stranger."

"Agreed, I'd prefer to ride with my wife than a girl I just met," says Ron, winking at the girl who's both. They proceed to the ride entrance, and Hermione hesitates before letting Ron pull her along.

"I'm sure the view up top will be worth it," she says, her voice shaking.

Once they reach the front of the line, they pile into the tiny cell and strap themselves into their harnesses. Hermione's fingers intertwine with Ron's as the doors close, and she lets out a small whimper. Ron squeezes her hand.

"It'll be over soon," he assures her, even though he's not sure he wants it to be. It's probably only a five to ten minute ride, and the small compartment has a lot of privacy.

As if on its own accord, his thumb starts caressing the top of her hand.

They start their slow ascent to the top, passing through The Slug Club's ceiling into the night sky. Hermione squeezes Ron's hand more firmly, and Ron can feel her rising pulse through her fingers.

"How are you doing?" he asks.

"I'm okay," she says, her voice trembling.

Las Vegas shrinks as they ascend into the night sky, until they're floating above a sea of sparkling lights. The neon signs, vehicle headlights, and illuminated windows pepper the desert floor, now looking like tiny, electric legos that Ron could pick up and hold between two fingers. From up high, the city looks like the perfect set of pieces to rearrange and create something new from scratch. It reminds him of his childhood daydreams when he would build castles and fortresses with blocks and imagine he could fit inside and live there. He'd write himself into stories about knights, talking statues, princes, and princesses, and play out the unlimited possible futures and happy endings.

The weight of Hermione's hand pulls him out of his reverie, but only partially. There's something magical about the moment, hovering above the world, with the commotion of the city reduced to candlelight, that keeps him tied to the innocent optimism of his younger self. As a child, Ron lived his life guided by a heart that had never been broken, and he would have had no issues falling in love with a princess before learning her middle name. Maybe there's wisdom in that forgotten mindset because right now, the idea of building something beautiful from nothing and writing his own happy ending feels more relevant than ever.

"Check out that view," says Ron, breaking the almost silence.

They rotate on the axis, and Hermione's eyes tear up as she admires the electric grid below. Ron continues to rub circles onto her hand, matching the calming pace of his breath. Hopefully, she feels a moment of peace too.

Away from the ambiguous city noise at ground-level, it feels like he's been submerged in silence at first, but as his ears adjust, the subtle sounds of their breath fill the space. It's a sound he hasn't heard in a while, and upon a closer listen, he starts to make sense of it — it's like its own language, nuanced but informative. His calm, rhythmic breath matches the peace of the moment, and as they slow to a stop at the ride's highest point, Hermione's choppier, erratic breathing reminds him that at any second, they'll drop into freefall.

"It's beautiful," she says, squeezing his hand back and admiring the view.

"So beautiful."

Hermione must sense by the closeness of his voice that he's looking at her, not the view, and she turns toward him with a smile on her face. They lock eyes, and the heat in her gaze suggests that if she weren't strapped down by a harness, she'd be snogging him senseless by now.

Then they drop into freefall.

The quiet of their carriage turns to screams of adrenaline as they plummet toward the ground, only to rise and drop again; how many times, Ron doesn't know, but he grips her hand as the only still, unmoving anchor to reality as the world blurs around them.

Eventually, their screams turn to laughter, and Ron's relieved to see Hermione smiling wide, her eyes sparkling. Her face is red, her hair is frizzing out every which way, and Ron has never seen anything so gorgeous.

"That was amazing!" he says once he catches his breath, and his heart rate returns to normal. "How do you feel, Hermione?"

"I don't know yet. Give me a second," she says, but her smile suggests she's just fine. "A little dizzy."

"Well, let's get you to a bench."

As they exit the ride and head over to a bench to rest, the rest of the wedding party pours out of their compartments, unsteady on their feet, and Ron has to stop himself from looping an arm around Hermione. Instead, he reaches for her arm under the guise of supporting her balance.

"I'm so proud of you!" he exclaims when she plops to a seat.

"What? Why?" she groans, leaning back on the bench and closing her eyes. She deepens her breath as if staving off nausea.

"Because you just did something that terrifies you, and it took a fuckload of courage."

Hermione laughs. "You did it too."

"Nah. Stuff like that doesn't scare me," he says as he sits next to her and waves off her questioning glance. "You're amazing, Hermione. Really."

Her eyes crack open for a moment, and she smiles at him. Ron's extra aware of the distance between them and how easy it would be to close it. He could just pull her into his lap for a quick snog. Who's really watching?

He doesn't have the chance to act on the temptation before Harry's panicked voice diverts his attention.

"Ginny! Are you okay, love?"

Harry sprints past their bench faster than a lightning bolt to where a sick Ginny is leaning over a rubbish bin.

Without a second thought, Harry rolls up his sleeves to hold her hair back. He doesn't bat an eye when she's sick yet again, and when she finishes, Harry pulls her into a hug and kisses her forehead, paying no attention to the risk of contaminating his shirt.

"I want that," mutters Hermione, staring wistfully at Harry and Ginny.

"Want what?" asks a confused Ron.

"Aren't they cute?"

Ron scoffs. "No, they're not. Look at them. They've never looked worse," he says, laughing.

"Well, that's exactly what I mean!" says Hermione, turning toward him now.

"Explain yourself."

"You and I think they look… awful right now," she says, gesturing toward Harry and Ginny, who are still embracing. "But even though they're stumbling drunk and covered in sick, they still think the other is the most attractive person in the world. I think it's sweet."

Ron watches his sister and future brother-in-law. Harry mutters something in Ginny's ear that makes her smile. The look in his eyes is one that Ron never wants to see directed at his sister, but Hermione has a point.

"I want to know what that's like," she says.

Ron looks over at Hermione, and he can't help but smirk.

"What?" she asks, her eyes narrowing.

"You do know what that's like, Hermione."

For good measure, he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She catches his hand and leans her cheek against his palm. Her cheeks flush pink, and in a bold moment, she turns her head and presses a kiss to his hand.

He almost gets lost in the moment before he remembers that the reasons he can't kiss her are the same reasons he can't stay here and cradle her face. She seems to have the same realization and lifts her head, letting his hand drop back to his side.

She smiles at him, and there's a glint of something in her eye — mischief, maybe.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks, fully knowing his tone comes off as suggestive. He doesn't care.

"That I owe you a drink."

Ron raises his eyebrows. "But didn't we agree to stay sober tonight?"

She raises hers back. "Just one drink?"

Ron smiles. The way he sees it, his best life decisions have been made while drunk with Hermione Granger.

"Just one drink," he confirms.

Hermione grins, and by the look she gives him, he knows that she doesn't mean just one. It's okay, though, because he doesn't either.

When they reach the bar, Ron's disappointed to discover that they aren't the only ones in the wedding party with the idea. It appears that the adrenaline rush of the Deathstick has made everyone thirstier, so their friends scatter in pairs around the taproom. With everyone's attention a quick shout away, Ron's hopes of stealing a kiss from his wife diminish.

"Hello again, Mr. Weasley. Miss Granger. Can I get you a drink?" asks Rosmerta, approaching them with a smile.

"Sure," says Ron. "Madam Rosmerta, what is the most popular cocktail at this bar?"

"Madam! I like that!" smiles Rosmerta. "Our most popular drink would probably be Felix."

"Never heard of it!" says Ron.

Rosmerta leans across the bar as if preparing to tell him a big secret. Hermione and Ron lean in to listen.

"Years ago, a customer came in and handed over directions to concoct a very specific drink. He called it 'liquid luck'," she says, winking. "At first, we laughed at him; thought he was taking it way too seriously. He was a very superstitious type. The joke was on us, though. He hit up the casino and left five million dollars richer. We ended up naming the drink after him."

"Bloody hell. We'll take two of those!" he says, sending a questioning glance toward Hermione, who nods.

"Don't get too excited," says Rosmerta as she fixes up two shimmery golden cocktails. "No one's ever been able to mimic that level of luck, though many have tried." She slides the drinks across the bar to Ron and Hermione and shrugs. "It tastes good, though."

Ron reaches into his pockets to fish out some cash for Rosmerta. She deserves a big tip for putting up with a rowdy crowd like this one, and who knows what rude customers she's had to deal with today.

"Thanks, Rosmerta! Can you hold the straws on those, please?" he asks, just as Rosmerta is reaching under the bar to grab two plastic straws to plop into their drinks.

"You sure?" she asks, hesitating before the open cabinet.

"Yeah," says Ron. "Save the sea turtles, right?"

"As you wish!" says Rosmerta.

Ron turns back toward Hermione and opens his mouth to speak, but pauses when he catches her eye. There's a fiery passion in her gaze, and it's something that Ron has never before seen in a woman's eyes, at least not directed at him.

Her look is like a spotlight, yet he doesn't mind the attention. It feels like he's on a stage, and no matter what he says or does, it will earn him a standing ovation. He can't help but wonder if Hermione's ever looked at a man like that before, but before his insecurities can take root, she springs forward and crashes her lips against his.

It takes some time for Ron to process what's happening before he responds. He's not entirely sure how much, as time might as well stop turning. When he gets his bearings, his fingers snake into her hair, and he holds her head in place, although he doesn't need to as she makes no effort to break away from him. She kisses him with a passion that Ron would expect behind closed doors only; the way her tongue slides between his lips is slow and sensual, yet eager and full of lust, and the sound she makes when he gently tugs at her hair sends Ron's mind spiraling into dangerous fantasy territory.

With great reluctance, they pull away, panting to catch their breath. Ron doesn't even think to look around and check if anyone saw them. As far as he's concerned, they're the only two people in The Slug Club.

"I know we were trying to keep this quiet, but—" she says, but Ron cuts her off by pulling her lips back to his.

The second time is even hungrier. Ron can feel Hermione's teeth bite his bottom lip, teasing him, as her hands slip around his shoulders. She lets out a soft moan as her fingers trace the muscles of his arms, and any negative thoughts he's ever had about his body — too lanky, too scrawny, not athletic enough — float to the background and become irrelevant. The increasing pressure in his shorts suggests he's close to getting carried away, and although he wouldn't mind, he doesn't want Hermione to get a slap on the wrist for public indecency, so he forces himself to pause.

When they surface for the second time, Ron notices that she's ditched her bar stool and is standing before him, leaning her weight against his leg, dangerously close to his growing erection. His arms have managed to wrap around her hips, and his hands are shamelessly resting on her bum, but again, he pays no mind to the crowd. There's only one person that matters.

"I haven't even had a sip of Felix yet, and I already feel like the luckiest man in here," he says. "What inspired this?"

"It was everything. I swear every time you look at me, and every little thing you say, it gets more difficult to keep my hands off of you."

Ron pulls her against him, tilts his head up, and presses a light, chaste kiss to her lips. He loves that she's short enough to reach his lips when he's sitting down, and her face is just as beautiful from this new angle. He wants to see it from every vantage point possible.

"What was the tipping point?" he asks, his tone playful.

"The straws," she says. "And the 'save the sea turtles' bit."

Ron beams. Straws. Of course.

"What did sea turtles do to make you love them so much?" he laughs, tightening his embrace. "And can they give me some tips?"

Hermione smiles down at him and toys with the hair on the back of his neck. "You don't need any tips," she says, inching her lips closer. "You'll be just fine."

She closes the space between them, and once again, he immerses himself in kissing her. As if they're back on the Deathstick, the ambient noise of the surrounding crowd fades away, and he finds no difficulty tuning into the sound of her breath and the taste of her lips.

Nothing can distract him from this moment. The wolf-whistles around them fade away, and Ron has all but forgotten about the two sparkling gold, untapped glasses of Liquid Luck on the bartop. He could kiss her forever, taking mental notes on every response, every reaction, eager to discover this growing language between them, and the endless stories it can tell.

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twixtandshout · 3 years

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Tagged by @pidgeonpostal! And not tagging anyone else because I have SOILED the original template (soiled it!!) in deference to my [brushes off skirt] mostly clean public-facing appearance.

...I’ve been making a lot of Spongebob memes lately for someone who has not seen Spongebob.

How many works do you have on AO3?

71!

What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

...306,834. Jesus.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Uh. Many! I do a lot of one-offs (and/or start long things I never finish) in many different places. My top three fandoms by fics written are RWBY (29), Undertale (25), Gravity Falls/Transcendence AU (4).

Bet you can’t tell where my hyperfixations have fallen.

I’ve also got some Pokémon and Sonic the Hedgehog fics back on my ff.net account, or I think I still do, anyway, but let’s never go back there pls

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Sweeter Than Honey (Undertale): Taking a Completely unsurprising first place, with over 600 more kudos than the runner-up, the haphazard Underswap fic featuring a post-college self-insert I wrote just after high school! I shake my head some at how overblown and ridiculous the gap between this and all my other stuff is (c’mon, guys, I’ve written way better fics), but this is also the fic which prompted me (and at least one other person!) to start using they/them pronouns. I’ve gotten a lot of really sweet comments about how seen and appreciated it’s made people feel, so I can’t get down too far about it.

2. To Be A Hero (BNHA): I don’t count myself as part of the BNHA fandom, for a number of reasons, but for something that’s arguably the main motivation for the entire plot, Midoriya’s quirklessness is something I’ve never thought has been handled well. This fic marked the first time I (somewhat tentatively) claimed the disability label (thanks again to Sweeter Than for prompting that realization) to hold that lens over canon. It also really shot up my chart, dang! It’s the only thing here I’d consider “recent.”

3. Three-Sentence Shipping (Undertale): Self-explanatory.

4. Brothers Beyond Bonedaries (Undertale): Ah, the way-overcomplicated AU³ I got nowhere close to finishing. One of the things I really like about Undertale is the interface screw, how Toby Fox uses the medium of the video game to pull off crazy things and enhance his game, but most of the fic written for the fandom seems dedicated to explaining it away, grounding it, rather than taking it to the next step and messing with the medium of fanfiction when you keep the story going. I tried to do something cool like that here, playing with questions like narrator and authorship and breaking the fourth wall, even taking the “final boss” fight to a “totally separate” fic reached through the first by link – but, well, then I never finished it, which probably didn’t make anything less confusing for the poor folks who missed the intent.

5. Spirit and Such (Gravity Falls: Transcendence AU): A whole fic written to line out a particular image I had, which, naturally, never made it to the page. I consider it a bit of a cautionary tale for myself when it comes to writing (near-)original content; there’s a lot I look back on and cringe. I still love the characters, though – well, the important ones – and I think just stepping away from the tried-and-true Mizar formula nets it a star sticker here.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

>w>; I try, but a lot of the time I just don’t have anything to say? Like, oh, you liked it? Neat. There’s not much to respond to in comments like that, and then I’m weighing falling down on an ~obligation~ to respond to every message in my inbox vs annoying people with copy-paste fluff responses all down the page. Plus I know I make more of an effort to comment on things that didn’t get the attention I feel they deserve, so if I’m driving up my own comment count with nonsense, am I preventing myself from being in a position to receive more comments later? And then if I do comment, am I being too effusive or running people’s ears off explaining things they don’t actually need to know? Sometimes people just want to express interest or admiration and don’t necessarily want a whole peek and guided tour behind the curtain.

Can you tell I have anxiety? x3;

Anyway, I do respond when I can. And I keep most of the comments I’ve gotten to go back and reread.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hm, hmm. Lots of stuff in the TQ Nonsense series would probably qualify! I’m thinking of Unfixable, Wolfsong, and Ethanol. And there’s Bursting Through A Blood-Red Sky (I Can Live, I Can Breathe), of course, but that was always intended to have a fix-it epilogue. It’s just that I wrote it in a couple of hours day-of, stared at it, and decided I didn’t wanna just then. But now that’s As Long As You’re Still Burning Bright (I’m Still Awake), and that’s probably the best romance I’ve written, so that one worked out.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Now and then! When the urge strikes. Uhhh, I’ve got a series of Doctor Who x Undertale crossovers I actually made a whole dang verse for that never made it to print. Get a couple great comments on that every few months or so. I think the World Trigger x Undertale crossover is probably weirder, though, by virtue of WT being a very small fandom. My enthusiasm kinda sputtered out on that one.

Mostly I just daydream crossovers with whatever happens to catch my eye at any given moment. I have a lot!!!! Though odds are out on whether I manage to remember any of them once the initial thought’s passed, lol.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Gotten a couple eyebrow-raising comments, but I think mostly I’m just too small a writer to draw that kind of attention.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t? think so? Think my tastes are a little niche for most people to bother ^^;

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had someone apologize once for any language mistakes in their comment cause they had to run it through a translator! That’s not what you asked (the answer is no), but it’s very flattering to think that someone liked my fic enough to read and comment despite the language barrier.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! :D @pidgeonpostal was gracious enough to agree to co-write Five Nights at Denny’s with me off an idea about shoes. This has fulfilled a long-held dream of mine (collabing with someone, not the shoes) and also introduced me to some lovely people.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Who has time for just one? ;3c Honestly, I care more about the characters and how the relationship – any relationship – between them changes them than I do about ~A Ship~ as a solid, bounded noun-object. I’ve got characters I like more and less and feelings about who does and doesn’t have chemistry in which directions with whom, but finding anything that agrees with those preferences is hard, harder when you take alloromanticism into account. I’ll play in any sandbox with cool toys, especially if other folks have already built sick sandcastles there.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

[kicks every single unfinished fic further under the bed] What nooo no WIPs here, everything on my account is either finished or does not exist

I’ve got a couple extra chapters of Sweeter Than floating around unposted, but 1. that fic’s a mess 2. high school Twixt and post-college Twixt are different people and trying to contort myself into three other me-shapes just cause people Like this fic is not something I’m super interested in 3. it’s headed for an emotional dip and I’d rather leave it where it is than post two chapters, stall out again, and leave folks with a bad end.

As for other fics... it’s looking more and more likely that v7 of my Yellow Brick Road AU will never actually make it out. >w>; I’ve got some really great ideas, but not enough to make me feel like I know what I’m doing, and that’s a big roadblock. Plus trying to engage with RT’s Atlas-Mantle worldbuilding in any serious capacity is... a headache. I can’t recommend the Happy Huntress Cinematic Universe enough, but it leaves some pretty big shoes to follow! And I’ve got small feet. <w<;

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue’s fun, probably as an extension of characterization. I love tearing into what makes people tick, especially against the backdrop of their environment, the story they’re in, and the people they’re up against. Voice is a double-edged sword; I’ve been told my writing is really recognizable and individual, but on the other hand, I’ve been growing frustrated with with the limits of my narrative ability. There’s a strong rhythm I keep when I write (you might notice it here, even) but that leaves me feeling predictable and stale. I’m not sure I’m great at setting as a matter of course, but I’m pretty good at describing setpieces where the need comes up; that comes from my background in poetry, as does the fun I have with sublimating and abstracting complex imagery. And I think I bring some needed nuance to the universal. For good or ill, I don’t do what “everyone else” is doing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Well, writing, for one thing. If I don’t know how something’s going to go and don’t have the urge to write it, it isn’t getting done, which means there’s a billion things that will never see the page and a few hundred more that are never getting finished. I lose momentum easily and have a hard time getting started, and I put way too much standing on finding a foothold with other people; as critical as I am of my work, I have high expectations for the stuff that passes muster, and it never seems to measure up. I’m also really uncreative. Yeah, I can mix up elements and extrapolate events, but coming up with things wholesale is really hard, which is why I avoid it wherever possible and steal/reskin stuff from other places instead.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Something along the lines of “Hoo boy, I am Not qualified for this but hopefully it’s decent anyway.” Maria’s Spanish lines haven’t been a big deal – I’ve used it sparingly and, as a Latin language, it should be easy for English-speaking audiences to pick up on the gist – but I’ve had a harder time with Tai’s Chinese, both because I have Even Less background there and because it is, of course, an entirely different language system. If I write it out in English or Romanized italics, am I colonizing it or changing the meaning? If I write it out in the presumed-original characters (presumed because it’s Google Translate and who knows if I’m even barking in the right forest), am I confusing or alienating my presumed-majority-English-speaking audience? Where should I put the translations? Should I put the translations? And for Frisk’s sign language, thinking back, are the brackets I used instead of quotes alienating/infantilizing? I like that different characters give the text between a different feel, but I’m not an ASL speaker – and I’m pretty sure the word is “speaker,” which would only reinforce that that demographic would rather I didn’t do that. It’s important for all these characters, I think, that they use non-English language where it makes sense; it’s part of who they are. But as a white monolingual English-speaker, I don’t think I can really weigh in.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Thaaaat’d be Pokémon, followed closely with Sonic the Hedgehog. Whether those fics are still on my ff.net account or not (pretty sure I’ve purged them, but you never know) I’ve still got a couple saved to a folder on my current laptop, ostensibly so I can look back and see how far I’ve come and more practically to allow for the possibility of furthering group cohesion through public shaming.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I still like the idea behind The Man Who Is Atlas, and Burning Bright (Still Awake) gets props for being my current fic, though it’s currently in that spot where I’m excited to get new chapters posted but also quietly marking everything up in red pen. I think Harbinger gets the crown here, at least for now.

#answerin' stuff

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zannithinks · 4 years

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1,6, and 25 for the writing thing please!!!

Hi luv! Thank you so much for asking @soldouthaz, wasn’t expecting it! ♡ Hope you are well! ♡ xx

Tell us about your current projects – what are they about, how’s progress, what do you love most about them?

Ooooh! Technically I have 9, but 2 are finished and just not posted because they are part of a fic fest!

BLFF Spoonful of Sugar - Sequel to my lil Sugar Cube teaser that I know a lot of people have been patiently awaiting! Similar plot line to my fic V, but it turned out insanely different in tone than I first imagined. Much lighter/family oriented?Excited to see peoples reaction to it because I think it’s very different from what they’re expecting. On the Edge - 2010 Olympics AU! Just finishing up the details. Really struggled a bit on this one, got a bit too caught up in my own melancholy for skating (haven’t been on ice in over a year due to an injury+C19 rink closures) the style was different than anything I’ve done before (dual POV) so I did enjoy playing with that aspect of it.

OHFF Definition of Beauty - My first high school AU! Also my first ABO fic! I only have it plotted so far, but I am eager to sit down and tend to it properly. Very cute/light/fluffy. SHINE - Alpha Bodyguard!Liam/ Omega Popstar!Harry. WOW did this one take me by surprise. Supposed to be something fun and sexy, but it’s turning into something really angsty and I am loving it! It’s a fic where the first thing I wrote for it was a scene about 3/4 of the way into the plot and the whole thing is going to orient around this very intense moment.

1D Big Bang The Ground Below is Above My Feet - !!! I don’t want to say too much but I’m 40k deep already. Haven’t worked on it since the early days of summer and probably wont get back to it until the Holidays, but I do just adore writing the versions of Harry and Louis I’ve got in this one. I would say it is the most true to canon characterisations I have.

1D Christmas Fest Untitled - CEO Louis / Intern Harry, snowed in at the office on xmas eve... what will happen I wonder hmmm 👀 I am excited to pop out this little smut fic for the holidays as I always wish I had more fun OS fics and this is the perfect opportunity!

Original/Other: Called Your Name - This is more of an idea I have floating around and I come back to every now and again. Ot4 that orients around Liam, because I love me a Lima Bean. I daydream about this one the most, but it is the one I have the least plot figured out for. Ride or Die, Sweetheart - An exes to lovers street racer fic based loosely around some silly action movie I already forge the name of. Basically Larry dropped into a Jason Stathom movie. For funsies. It is fully plotted and I am really looking forward to writing the bitter lover relationship between H/L in this one! The Passion Project - This is a goliath of a fic that I will probably still be writing on my death bed. I have a meaty skeleton for it and a LOT of passion for it, but it’s something I don’t want to take on until I have a few dozen more fics under my belt to bulster my experience and skill.

What character do you have the most fun writing?

My lover boy Niall ♡ I fell in love with him first and I have his speech pattern down the best (I think) so he is much easier to write without second guessing myself about his characterisation. I also feel like he’s portrayed very differently in fic than he really is in person, and I like adding his natural cynicism and flash judgement to contrast the general idea of him, as well as his own perception of himself which I think differs a lot from how he actually is. (Is that too deep a thing to say about someone you don’t even know? Probably.)

What part of writing is the most fun?

Honestly… no one is going to agree with me, but plotting. Plotting out a fic and writing up scene descriptions are the most enjoyable for me! It’s almost like fleshing it out into an actual story after is an added chore I have to do for people to read it, haha! But I will say that moment you’re writing and something super clever just appears before you? And you’re like ‘damn, this is genius!’ even though you didn’t even think about it, it just naturally happened? That’s a pretty fun moment.

Thanks again for asking ♡ Lots of Love ♡ Happy writing! xx

#zanni thinks #zanni answers #zannithinks

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seihun · 4 years

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writing quiz/interview!

i was tagged by the lovely @j-pping!! i know i don’t write much on this blog, but i do write a lot... privately 🤗and my current smau might demand a written part or two

1. what is your ideal setting for focusing on your writing?

in theory my ideal setting is very cliché: a library or cafe with a comfortable desk and/or seat, but my inspiration never comes when i’m comfortable LOL. i usually find myself scrambling to write when i’m the busiest or in between classes or on public transportation, but generally it never gets done when i’m at home rip

2. what is your favorite genre to write?

this is fluff and established relationship au household only 😤 i’m not really good at anything else, plus i spend all my time yearning so this is an outlet for it

3. do you prefer to write on paper, or digitally?

writing stories/fics digitally ofc, but sometimes i make general outlines on paper, but that’s usually when it’s hard to format digitally or i’m in the middle of class and i need to write something down LOL

4. it’s the middle of the night and you suddenly wake up with an idea. what do you do?

like miss jae i don’t really wake up in the middle of the night, unless it’s after a dream! i don’t usually dream about the exos and when i do it’s always really fucking weird LOL i do write them down but not for fic purposes, just for keepsakes. i do have ideas right before i knockout tho but i just have to pray i remember it by morning

5. who is your favorite person to write about?

well if you go off of my texts, it’s clearly sehun.......surprise, surprise. but it changes! at first, i had more focus on minseok, and even now i find myself thinking more of chanyeol than anyone

6. do you like making your own characters, or do you usually write about real people?

they’re characters based (kind of) on real people? obviously they’re about/of exo but they’re exo in the 2894528 daydream aus in my head

7. have you ever written a book, or a story with more than 15 chapters (or 100k words)?

no lmfao i can barely update this smau who do you think you’re talking to

8. how often do you get ideas?

i think i get an idea every other day then i go to do it and i’m like oh...i’ve...already done this LOL so maybe i’m not as creative as a i thought

9. do you ever get an idea that you really like, but just can’t seem to finish?

all the time LOL like i said everything i do is kind of from a rotating list established relationship/fluff aus i have floating around in my head for each of the boys; so sometimes, i get ideas for somebody’s au and it ends up being a bunch of scenes in that au but i never really string them together......did that make sense

10. what is your least favorite plot?

anything with noncon/any kind of abuse and/or glorification of something i think is unhealthy or am personally uncomfortable with. i despise yandere aus in any way, shape, or form. on a less intense note, i don’t like to try and do things that have been continously spouted out before (i know i know all i do is fluff), and also harry potter aus bc i don’t know anything about harry potter

11. tag 5 or more people

because i am a shell of a ghost on this blog and never Speak to anyone i will not do this part, but again, feel free to do it or talk about it to me in my inbox if you wish!! i’m trying to get better at uh being a Person on this blog LOL

#me? speaking twice in one week? it's more likely than you think!#💌.txt

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hallie-fics · 4 years

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author spotlight - still_i_fall

He wants to forget how it felt to be hers for just one second.

- remember it’s all pretend @in-my-head-i-do-everything-right

one of the most prolific writers in the hallie fandom, @in-my-head-i-do-everything-right (still_i_fall) has graced us with classic after classic. i had an absolute blast talking with her, and hope you all enjoy the interview!

q&a

Hey! Thanks again for including me in this! Very excited to answer the questions. I love talking about myself.

Favorite of your stories (and why)

I almost got stuck on this question. I really want to say remember it’s all pretend because I am so incredibly proud of that one. It was the first multi chapter fic that I ever properly finished and I feel like that really means something to me. I also really love that concept, and how it was able to fit in slowburn and enemies to friends to lovers and mutual pining plus a million other little tropes. And, most of all, it was really fun to write. It happened really easily. It’s something I’ll go back to sometimes if I’m ever in the mood to reread my own work.

But I also love this new thing that I just wrote called i just wanna dance with you. I think if I can pull it off, it could be something really amazing. I was able to write the first chapter in about a week and had a ton of fun doing it. And I really love writing Harry’s pov and just switching things up a little. Ugh, I really love the idea of hallie meeting/knowing each other as little kids and I think that’s pretty apparent in these two fics.

Easiest story to write

I’ll stop the world (and melt with you) happened really quickly which I guess qualifies it as easy to write. I thought it’d be more difficult just because so much of it is dependent on canon which is something I’m not entirely used to, but it ended up going to fast. I think somewhere I still have a page of notes on that Prom episode and everything that happens to Allie and Harry. I really wanted to include pieces of dialogue from the show.

I also think it was because I used to do this thing when I was bored where I’d think about who I’d want to be trapped in a Groundhog day like loop with and what’d I’d do. It was just this recurring thought/ daydream I had when I was younger so it’s definitely a situation that I’ve thought through a little.

Hardest story to write

The taste, the touch, the way we love has been a pain in the ass to write right from the start. Sometimes it’s really fun, but I think I’ve been sticking way too close to the outline I drew at the very start and have been avoiding writing it for too long. Sometimes I absolutely love to write it and have the time of my life, and other times I hate it. There’s not much of an in between. Still definitely want to finish it. Just waiting on that final bit of inspiration.

Pre-writing process

I’m all about doing a full outline. Usually. With most longer fics (anything I think will be over 6,000 words), I do a full outline where I plan out the progression of the fic and specific scenes and pieces of dialogue. Usually, the plot hits me all at once and is usually the easiest part of the writing process for me. From that original outline, I usually have at least a few specific scenes fully planned out with pieces of dialogue and/or exposition. For example, for i’ll stop the world I started out the planning process with the introduction piece of the fic. That first paragraph is straight out of the note apps on my phone. A lot of the time it’ll end up being a bullet point list of main bits. I’ll use parentheses to specify the tone of a scene or little details and then use brackets for things that I want verbatim in the fic.

But sometimes I end up with very little pre-planning. The skating au is kinda the only good example of this. I only had the roughest of outlines for that one (how i wanted the first chapter to start and end) and everything else just came together as I tried to get from point A to point B.

What drew you to Hallie

The potential. They could have a really great story and I think that’s fun. There’s a lot of chemistry there and their dynamic is fun and, yeah, I think I’m a little too far in to get out now.

Favorite line (or lines)/ section you’re proud of

God, I have so many. Hope you don’t mind me going through them. It’s incredibly self indulgent but also gives me an excuse to go through my old works.

From the very first hallie fic I ever wrote, how you wish it would be all the time:

“And Harry's not perfect. He's not what she wanted before this all started or even really after, but everything's different now.”

Sometimes I forget about this fic, but I really shouldn’t cause there is a solid chance that this was my peak. And this line is really fun.

From we kiss and we keep busy:

“The stars may have moved a little bit, but they’re still there, and they still look the same, and that’s good enough for her.”

I promise I’m not going through every hallie fic I’ve ever written but god I love this line.

From i saved a picture where your hair was braided:

“It’s late nights and long talks and video games and cookie dough. It’s almost kisses, then definite kisses, and then not wanting to wake up anywhere but his bed. That’s how she starts to fall in love with Harry Bingham.”

Just that last part. That last line. The rest is just there for some fun context. Fun fact: this entire little mini fic was a desperate attempt to stave off writer's block and is based entirely around that single line in the song Donna by the lumineers. Still had a lot of fun with it, though.

From remember it’s all pretend:

“He wonders when she’ll realise that this hasn’t been pretend for him in years. Probably never. (He’d still run away with her.)”

“In the back of her mind, Allie wonders why she didn’t try harder to stay with Harry, why now she can only seem to fall in love in front of a camera where there’s the promise of pretend.”

“She likes to think that they’re still friends, that they’re just friends who don’t talk anymore, two people who drifted because one couldn’t handle the idea of change.”

This fic has a million little bits that I love. I could literally go on forever. It’s just full of that mutual pining angst that I live for.

From but i close my eyes and i’m somewhere else:

“She did not mention this earlier because she was trying desperately hard to ignore it, but fuck, she’s really missed him calling her Pressman.”

“She wonders if Cassandra has any travel sized neck pillows.”

This fic is surprisingly good seeing as I don’t remember writing it at all. I was very much high on some sort of flu medication while writing this and I think that explains a lot about this fic. It’s fun, though. I really love the tone.

From the taste, the touch, the way we love:

“She starts to feel like she couldn’t avoid Harry if she wanted to (and somehow, as the days turn into weeks, she finds herself not wanting to more and more).”

“There’s saltwater in her eyes, hair, and mouth. Harry’s leaning back in it, floating. She is too. The water is blue, and warm, and the sky is clear. Sometimes his hand will grab hers just to pull her closer. When she thinks of calm, of happiness, and vacation, she’ll think of this moment.”

“They’re quiet for a moment. Maggie Rogers can be heard in the background, faded and slow. Harry’s tapping his fingers along to it on the wheel, eyes staring straight ahead. The road is lined with trees, and it all feels like home.”

“For a half a second, she thinks she loves him. She pushes that away and watches him throw wrapping paper behind him dramatically. She pushes it away and she smiles and she laughs and she tries not to think too hard about what all of this means.”

This fic definitely has its moments. I’m really excited to get the last part done and out, though. I just feel like I’ve spent too long on this fic. I want it done.

From i just wanna dance with you:

“Allie met Harry the same day Cassandra did. It was early in the morning and she was four and now, when she looks back, all she can remember from the moment is the vague outline of wild hair and a smile so bright and wide and carefree that it really can’t be anyone else’s.”

“She tries to remember that she likes skating with Will, that there’s no point in wondering what it’d be like if things were just a little bit different.”

“She lied earlier; gold, silver, bronze, doesn’t matter. Harry always looks good.”

“The first time he ever placed first in a competition, she was skating with him. He wonders how long he’ll associate the feeling of a gold medal around his neck with her hand in his. He hopes it’s not long. “

I’m so excited to finish this fic like you guys don’t even understand. It’s really fun and it feels easy to write (so far; knock on wood) and I love the concept.

What type of Hallie stories do you like to write/read?

I only write au’s just because I think the rules are little different, everything’s just a little bit more relaxed. You’re allowed so much freedom when it’s a completely different universe and I really love that. I went through a phase recently where I was obsessed with canon divergence and this whole idea of a history of contingency. Just there being these points or moments where if one thing was just a little different, everything would’ve changed. I love that and I think that’s really apparent in my drafts/ unreleased wips.

I’ll read anything, though. Especially with the Hallie ao3 page being so small. I do definitely have a preference still towards au’s, though.

How long have you been writing

For forever. As a kid, I’d fill up entire notebooks with story ideas. It was my favorite thing to do. When I was twelve, a teacher complimented my writing, and I think that really stuck with me. It’s just something I’ve always enjoyed doing.

Do you ever worry about how your stories are received

Not really. A little bit with multi chapter stories just because I really want every chapter to be better than the last. I just really don’t want to disappoint anyone.

What’s the hardest part of writing for you

The middle bits. I usually have a very clear idea of the beginning and end so it’s everything in between that I have trouble with. I think that’s why I’m so big on outlining.

Do you ever get writer's block and how do you deal with it

Oh my god all the fucking time! Right now, for example. Usually, I just try to work through it, especially if I have a project in progress. I also do a lot of reading to try to force some sort of inspiration. A lot of what I write is based on what I’m reading. I’ll also listen to music. And, recently, I’ve been making mood boards for my fics which has been so much fun. I really like looking at pretty pictures.

Biggest risk you’ve taken as a writer

Lol I don’t really take risks. I think the riskiest thing I do is post the first chapter of a story with none of the second chapter started. I do that a lot.

Favorite Hallie trope

Reluctant friends to very good friends to lovers. Also, living together without establishing a clear relationship. I write that a lot. Mutual pining is always fun too.

Favorite Hallie headcanon

That Harry calls Allie ‘Pressman’ which forces Allie to call him ‘Bingham’. I just think there’s something so fun about calling someone by their last name. Plus, then you get that moment when the first name is used and that gets to be significant. Oh, also that they both swear like sailors, but that’s mostly self-insert on my part.

This felt very self indulgent, but I hope it was at least somewhat enjoyable for someone.

I am forever waiting to read whatever @in-my-head-i-do-everything-right writes next. It was great to see some of the behind the scenes and I would definitely recommend her latest release cities you’ll never see on screen.

#the society #hallie #author spotlight #in-my-head-i-do-everything-right #still_i_fall

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blue-mood-blue · 5 years

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fic author meme

tagged by @emi--rose, thank you!

your name: I’m blue! (da ba dee da ba daa)

fandoms you write for: I am delighted that this question is on here, because I had a good laugh about this the other day when I caught sight of my fandoms list on ao3. Many! Changing all the time! Lots of taz, less undertale than you’d expect for how into undertale I was, a single good omens (which I should write more of), and most recently some lawyers who gave me emotions. (Among others, and who knows how many more to come)

where you post: I’ve posted a lot more here on tumblr than I do on my ao3, but I’ve been trying to move some of those over (and get better about writing stuff FOR ao3, so expect more there)

most popular one shot: Going by kudos that would be my first taz fic, Still Here! I was feeling a lot of feelings about the twins, and particularly the twins after everything, and the little one shot I started out with got longer and longer. Getting Taako and Lup to talk about feelings was like herding cats... but I’m glad, because I think that struggle to find their way to each other made the fic special, in the end.

most popular multi chapter story: That's A Place to Stay, my undertale fic! (My first multi-chapter story that I finished! Which holds a special place in my heart!) That’s a fic that is full to the brim of found family, my brand. I learned so much by writing it! It was fun to play with different perspectives and see how that changed the story and the way it was written, but most importantly it taught me that I can always go back. It’s been a long time? There’s something I wish I’d finished? I can do that. It’s never too late to do that

favorite story you’ve written: How can you ask me this. Like asking me if I have a favorite child. How dare. (Though I do very much love aus, whether they bend canon or shift it completely. There’s something so fun, every time, in twisting canon into new shapes and seeing what comes of it - so if you see an au from me, it’s pretty much guaranteed I had a fantastic time brainstorming and daydreaming over it when I should’ve been doing other things)

story you were nervous to post: You know, sometimes I think I’ve passed the threshold of “oh I’ve done this a lot, I’m used to this by now.” But just yesterday I was about to publish a fic for a new fandom, and I had that moment of hesitation - is this really good enough? Do I really understand the characters well enough? So I don’t think the nervousness ever goes away completely; I’ll always have to remind myself that it’s okay to just go for it

do you outline: An interesting question! I definitely try to, and most of the time I do in some form - the outline might be a messy word document with pieces of future ideas thrown in the middle of already-written pieces, but if it works it works!

how many of your stories are complete: On ao3 there’s 19 listed as complete, though there’s certainly a few floating around on tumblr and other places that are unaccounted for

how many of your stories are in progress: This is a much more complicated question, because some of those in-progress stories are in google docs just waiting for my return. Some of them are mostly in my head and could use a good outline. Some of them are in notebooks that I can no longer find

do you accept prompts?: I do! I love prompts! I do give the warning that I am not always prompt or consistent in answering them, but I’ve gotten some that have given me such good ideas. It never hurts to try!

upcoming story you’re most excited to write: Oh gosh. I’ve got a ghost story au for taz I should be working on, and I’ve got a lawyerly au for aa that I am outlining in another document as of tonight (I’m making them tiny and shuffling canon all around, it’ll be great) - very excited about those!

tagging: I’m going to tag @kravkalackin, @bendemptiondefensesquad, @ruffboijuliaburnsides and anyone else who’d like to play!

#this was fun!#thanks for tag!#and i'm sorry if any of you have already been tagged #i'll be honest i did not go to check

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xswestallen · 6 years

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Meant to be Together

WestAllen soulmate AU

Summary: When you kiss your soulmate for the first time, their name will appear on your wrist.

Barry Allen doesn't need a name on his wrist, he's always known who is soulmate is. What he doesn't know, is how to tell her, kiss her, and prove it.

Iris West is dying to know who her soulmate is. She's been eagerly awaiting him for years with no luck. But, when Eddie Thawne and Patty Spivot join the Central City Police force, Iris is confident they are her and Barry's respective soulmates.

Barry was expecting Iris in his lab for lunch. She always stopped by the CCPD precinct to say hello to him and her dad on Fridays. So, Barry wasn't startled when the door to his lab flew open and Iris came strutting in, heels clicking as she walked. What Barry was not expecting, was for Iris to throw her arms around him and hug him with all of her strength.

"Hey!" Barry laughed, putting his around Iris to reciprocate the hug.

She loosened her grip on Barry's torso slightly. “I have the best news to tell you. And then, even better news!”

When Iris looked him in the eyes, she was grinning wider than Barry'd ever seen. Iris had the kind of smile that could be felt, not just seen. It made Barry smile as a reflex.

He felt her trembling with excitement as he held onto her. Fearing Iris would burst if she didn't speak whatever was on her mind soon, Barry asked, "What's made you so happy?"

"I've met my soulmate!"

Iris' confident announcement caused Barry's smile to falter. He felt like the world had just crumbled down around him. Too distracted by her romantic imagination, Iris didn't notice Barry's reaction. She was giggling to herself and bouncing on her heels.

"Isn't it amazing?!" She squealed. "I've finally found him!"

Barry dropped his arms from Iris' sides and folded them across his chest. "Wh- Who is it?"

He felt more like a detective interrogating a suspect than a CSI talking to his best friend, but he didn't care.

Iris' eyes had a dreamy glaze. She gazed off into the distance and said in a honeyed voice, "His name is Eddie."

"EDDIE? As in, you're dad's new partner, that Eddie? Eddie Thawne?"

"Even his name sounds so right when I hear it."

Barry threw up in his mouth a little. His stomach felt like acid and he bit the insides of his cheeks.

"My dad just introduced me to him." Iris said. "It was an instant connection, love at first sight. We must be soulmates."

This wasn't the first time Barry had been sick with jealousy because of seeing Iris faun over another man. That's when he relaxed, remembering all the previous times Iris claimed to have met her 'soulmate'. His eyes darted to her wrist, her still blank wrist. Barry sighed in relief. It wasn't official yet. If Iris hadn't kissed Eddie yet, then she may just believe he's her soulmate. Just like she believed so many others could be over the years.

"You haven’t kissed him? How do you know for sure he's your soulmate?" Barry demanded.

Iris floated down from cloud nine and admitted, "Well, no, we haven't kissed yet. I don't have his name on my wrist, but-"

"Then," Barry interrupted. "You can't say you're soulmates."

"I just know we are!"

"Just like you knew Chad Cooper was your soulmate only to be crushed when you kissed at junior prom and nothing happened? Or, when you knew Eric O'Donnel was your soulmate until you found out he was cheating on you when you noticed another girl’s name on his wrist?"

Iris rolled her eyes. "This is different, Bear. It feels different."

Barry scratched his neck. “How?”

The annoyance faded from Iris’ demeanor as she smiled brightly again. “You’ll see how it’s different, when you meet Patty.” She said in a teasing tone.

Barry furrowed his brows. “Patty?”

“That’s the even better news, I met your soulmate too!”

Barry stood stiff, his only movement the slow blinks that conveyed his disbelief.

“Her name is Patty Spivot and she’s another one of the new detectives on the force.” Iris explained, ignoring Barry’s visible resistance to the idea. “She also loves forensic science, she even reads crime scene reports for fun! Plus, she’s really smart, top of her class at the police academy. My dad said Captain Singh was so impressed by her job as a beat cop, that he gave her a quick promotion to Detective. Barry, you of all people know how hard it is to impress Captain Singh! If that doesn’t tell you this girl is amazing, I don’t know what will.”

Barry shook his head. "I don’t know, Iris. We work together, won’t that be kind of weird?”

“No.” Iris dismissed the concern. “You work in the same building, you don’t work together. It will be fine.”

“What about you and Eddie?” Barry blurted out as the thought occurred to him. He was more interested in talking about Iris’ potential soulmate than his. “I mean, dating your partner’s daughter? Isn’t that against department regulations?”

Iris made a sour face. “I’m not going to let department regulations come between me and my soulmate.”

“Possible soulmate.” Barry corrected. “You don’t know for sure yet.”

Iris put her hands on her hips. “Well then, I’ll make sure. I’m going downstairs to ask him out right now.”

Barry moped in his lab for the rest of the work day, heart aching over a text Iris sent him, confirming that she got a date with Eddie, and it was tomorrow night. He felt a little guilty. Iris is his best friend and he should be happy for her, but he wished he could be the one to make her so giddy for a date.

Barry didn’t think he had anything to worry about. Iris would kiss and Eddie and when she saw that he wasn’t her soulmate, she’d quickly move on, just as she had with the half dozen other guys she thought could be the one. But, Barry knew Iris would be heartbroken. He kicked himself for failing to tell her how he feels so that they could kiss and see that they’re each other’s soulmate. His cowardice was keeping Iris on a doomed search for Mr. Right.

Ever since they became friends in the 3rd grade, Barry has adored Iris. As they grew up, he found himself feeling more and more for her. He tried to shrug it off as a little crush, but by the time they left for college and Barry was still pining for her, he had to accept that he was in love. The forever kind of love. Barry could never imagine breaking up with Iris. This is the soulmate kind of love. Barry believed with his whole heart that if he could only find the courage to tell Iris how he felt and kiss her, their names would appear on each other’s wrists.

Daydreaming of the scene as he walked to the CCPD elevators, Barry accidentally collided with another person.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” Barry apologized.

“Don’t be, it was my fault.” Sighed a mousey blonde woman, who bent down to pick up a pile of manila envelopes the bump into Barry had knocked out of hands. “I was looking at these files when I should have been looking where I was going.”

Barry bent down and helped the woman gather her things. He handed them back to her. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” She said with an appreciative smile.

“Have a good night.”

Not thinking anything of the interaction and ready to get home, Barry walked to the elevator and hit the button. He was surprised when the woman called after him.

“Wait, are you Barry Allen?”

The elevator opened, but Barry was turned around looking back at the woman in confusion. It closed and left without the bewildered Barry on it.

“I am. How did you-”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to sound creep.” The woman laughed awkwardly. “It’s just, I’m a big fan.”

“A big fan?”

“Of your work as a CSI. I’ve read a lot of your crime scene reports and they’re all so detailed.”

“Oh!” Barry blushed. He’d never been compliment on his documentation before. “Thanks.”

“I’m Patty by the way, Patty Spivot. I’m one of the new detectives.”

Barry shook her hand. “I heard about you. You’re the one Captain Singh personally promoted, congratulations.”

Patty became shy and looked at the floor. “Thanks.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Patty. I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Ok.” Patty looked slightly disappointed. “Nice meeting you too, Barry.”

He was about to hit the elevator button again, when Patty added, “Hey, um- Maybe I should give you my phone number? You know, in case of something work related that you need to contact me about, you have it.”

“Uh- Sure.”

Patty fumbled with the her stack of files as she searched her pockets.

“Let me help you.” Barry offered, taking the files.

“Thank you, again!” Patty laughed nervously. She finally found a pen and paper, and wrote her number down. “There!”

They traded the slip of paper with her number and the files.

“Bye for real this time.” Patty said.

“Bye.”

Barry entered the West house and was immediately greeted by the smell of Grandma Esther’s casserole. Joe was carrying the fresh dish to the table.

“Hey Bear. Ow! Ow! Ow!”

“Dad, oven mitts!” Iris scolded.

Barry laughed and sat down across the table from Iris.

“I’m gonna go ice my hands.” Joe said, holding his hands stiff from the pain.

Iris cut herself a slice of casserole. As she put it on her plate, her and Barry made eye contact. Little moments like this were so casual, yet to Barry, they felt intimate. He beamed at her.

“I know that look.” Iris said, flashing him a devilish smile. “That’s an ‘I met my soulmate’ smile.”

She wasn’t wrong. Barry had met his soulmate alright, and he was with her right now.

“You ran into Patty, didn’t you?”

Barry rubbed his neck. “Yes, literally. I ran into her and made her drop a bunch of stuff.”

Iris waved her fork around in a circle. “That’s the perfect meet-cute story!”

Barry scrunched up his nose. “We weren’t in a coffee shop, so not quite perfect.”

"Come on, Bear!” Iris gave his leg a little kick under the table. “Badass cop who doubles as a CSI nerd is like your dream girl. Don’t you like her?”

Barry shrugged. "Yeah, she seems like a nice person and she must be really good at her job.”

“Are you going to ask her out?” Iris pried.

“I don’t even know if she’s interested in me. I mean, she gave me her number but-”

Iris’ jaw dropped. “She did?! Already? Oh my god, Barry, she’s definitely into you!”

“You really think so?”

“Absolutely.” Iris assured him. “Hey, you should ask her out on a double date with me and Eddie tomorrow night!”

Barry's eyes widened. “What? No, no, no.”

“Why not?”

Barry struggled for a response. “Because it- it’s too soon. She probably made plans for tomorrow night already.”

“Nope. I talked to her today and she said she wasn’t doing anything all weekend.”

Barry sighed. He didn’t know what excuse to give.

“What’s wrong?” Iris asked. “Are you not into Patty?”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I mean, she’s great. You know, she’s adorable and funny. And, we have a lot in common.”

Iris frowned. “I’m sensing a butt coming.”

“I don’t know. She’s not....”

Barry wanted to say ‘you’. But, now would be awful timing.

Iris looked at him expectantly, waiting for to her what Patty was not. Thankfully, Barry was spared answering because Joe walked back in and changed the subject.

“So, you two got any plans for this weekend?”

Iris sat up straight and looked proud. “As a matter of fact, I have a date tomorrow night.”

Joe shot her his usual, ‘who is he and where am I going I burry his body’ look he always had when Iris told him about a date.

“I think it’s going to be a really special one too.” Iris mused, dancing in her seat a little.

Joe’s eyes glared at her as he buttered a roll. “Why is that?”

“Because, I think he’s my soulmate!”

Barry rolled his eyes out of instinct.

Joe’s distain turned to concern. “Honey, it’s not a good idea going into the date thinking that. You’re setting yourself up for another disappointment.”

“But, I really want him to be the one.”

“Is that because you love him or because you want to have found your soulmate?”

Iris played with the food on her plate. “Well, we just met so it’s too early to say I’m in love. Maybe love at first sight?”

“First sight?” Joe questioned. “How long ago is ‘just met’?”

“This afternoon.”

Joe laughed with a mouth full of casserole.

“It’s not funny!” Iris said, offended.

“You’ve known the man less than 24 hours and you think he’s your soulmate?” Joe quelled his laughter with a sip of water. He muttered into the glass, “Must be really cute then, huh?”

“He is.”

“But Iris, you haven’t made a real connection yet. A soulmates is so much deeper than just thinking someone is cute. It’s an unbreakable bond of love, trust, friendship, and dedication.”

“Says the man who hasn’t met his soulmate.” Iris remarked, gesturing to her father’s blank wrist.

“Not everyone finds their soulmate.” Joe said sadly.

“Not everyone finds a way to tell their soulmate how they feel.” Barry mumbled to himself. He hadn’t intended for Joe or Iris to hear, but Iris evidently did.

She perked back up and said, “I agree, Barry. Dad, you have to ask out the cute DA. You like her and she likes you.”

“We were talking about you.” Joe reminded her. “You and the guy you just met who you think is your soulmate.”

“Tomorrow night at this time, I’ll find out for sure.” Iris said confidently.

Joe shook his head in disapproval. “Iris, you’re supposed to get to the know the person, build a relationship with them, and then kiss to see if you’re soulmates. It won’t be as impactful if you aren’t in love.”

“Says who?” Iris scoffed. “I’ll learn to love him if he’s my soulmate, I’ll have to.”

Joe pointed his finger at her. “See, that right there is wrong mentality to start a relationship with.”

Iris rolled her eyes again. Barry could tell she was trying to tone out Joe’s lecture.

“You need to know him before you can love him. Of all the couples I’ve met, the happiest soulmates are the ones who took the time to get to know one another first. You and this man, do you even know his name?”

“Of course!” Iris said, her voice cracking. She tensed up.

Barry gave her a reassuring look.

“Eddie Thawne.”

Joe dropped his fork and it fell with a clatter on his plate. Then, there was silence.

“Joe, say something.” Barry begged, hating the awkwardness in the room.

“You’re going out tomorrow night with my new partner?” Joe asked.

Iris nodded.

“You really think he could be your soulmate?”

“Like I said,” Iris stood up. “I’ll know tomorrow night.” She went into the kitchen with her empty plate.

Barry’s eyes lingered on Iris as she walked away, till Joe’s whisper got his attention.

“Pssst, Barry.”

“Hmm?”

Joe looked very serious. “You have to tell her how you feel.”

Barry felt so embarrassed. His face was hot and red as the sweater he was wearing. Joe confronted Barry about his-apparently obvious-feelings for Iris a few years ago. Since, Joe had been urging Barry to tell her.

For the millionth time, Barry refused. “I can’t, Joe. Not right now.”

“She’s desperate to find her soulmate. That’s why she’s about to go out with Eddie. But, she’ll be crushed when she finds out they aren’t soulmates. Meanwhile, the guy who knows he’s her soulmate sits back and watches.”

“She likes Eddie. If I tell her how I feel right now, before she goes out with Eddie and finds out for herself that he’s not the one, she’ll just be confused.”

“Confused is better than hurt.” Joe insisted.

“Joe, you know the last thing I want to do is hurt Iris. But, I can’t tell her. At least not until she after tomorrow night.”

Joe contemplated for a moment, then said. “Well, if you’re going to let her get her heart broken, you better be there to put it back together after.” He got up and left Barry alone at the table, feeling conflicted.

He wanted to tell Iris how he felt. But, she had to know Eddie wasn’t her soulmate first. Unfortunately, that meant she’d have to experience some heartache first. Barry would be there to help her through it.

That’s when Barry got an idea. A way for him to be with Iris tomorrow night and help her through the pain as soon as it hits. Barry pulled the slip of paper with Patty’s number on it out of his pocket and dialed it on his phone.

Each ring filled him with more anxiety. Part of him hoped Patty wouldn’t answer, but, on the fourth ring, she picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Patty. This is Barry, from before. I was uh- wondering if you were doing anything tomorrow night?”

A/N: Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed this! More chapters to come. Probably only 1 or 2 more. I originally intended this to be just one chapter, but i got carried away writing and if I try to fit all this into one chapter it will be way too long.

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Never Forever, but still Together (Reverse Diamond)

Okay, so before I start, just know that I stand by the idea that Diamond Steven is an irredeemable character. This is just a little AU possibility I thought of. Enjoy

In the deep confines of a busted and broken green ship, one little diamond couldn't do a damn thing about it.

His ship, broken. His alliances, broken. He connection to homeworld, broken. Any relationships he had managed to form, broken into so many little pieces that you'd need a microscope to see any of it.

This was truly the lowest point of the diamond.

Even lower than being half human, even lower than a pearl, even lower than the bottomless pit. That was how pathetic his existence has gotten. He couldn't even call his own life a life, it was just an existence, struggling to exist against so many things that were trying to kill him.

There was nothing in his existence worth anything. He life was worth nothing to himself, and it was definitely not worth a crap to anyone around him.

Maybe at one point, he believed that Blue Diamond needed him as much as he needed her. Maybe at one point he thought her giant, gentle touch was all the comfort that he needed, that it didn't matter how large the pain was. Maybe he thought she loved him, and that, for as much as someone like him could, he loved more than anything, more, than all the power he held in his fingertips, more than he hated the fleshbag.

He couldn't allow himself, or Blue Diamond for that matter, to live such a lie. Better to save her the pain and to take it all on his own.

Wait, their was one person who valued him more than anyone. Someone who would follow him to the ends of the earth, and he didn't even have to ask.

It was definitely the last, last, last thing the diamond had on his mind. He hurled at the very thought of such a repulsive idea. It was something he would, never in a million years, think about doing.

But, he really had no other choice. Day after day, week after week, year after year, everything he had built for himself, it all turned on him. Pain, suffering, that was his entire life, that's what he had to look forward to everyday. Every drop of blood, every scratch, every night he spent alone, that was what life had in store for him.

Turning his attention to his communication device, more specifically the primitive earth device that was given to him as a 'gift', he turned it on a dialed the only number on the phone, as well as the only one he actually had a use for knowing.

"I'm so going to regret this."

Wondering in the show tent that she's come to know as home, the malicious showgirl known as Mabel Pines starred up aimless at the 'ceiling' above her. She had no real purpose for doing so, sometimes after putting on a show and maiming a few unsuspecting members of the audience, she felt like doing nothing. She asked herself mostly meaningless questions, like why a pig goes oink and not moo, how can such fragile bodies hold in so much blood and guts, and how in the hell did her brother manage to get a girlfriend? There was just some things that would always go unsolved.

Her brother was definitely someone she rather try to forget about every day. Ever since his betrayal, he's been living at that eyesore of a temple, or living in the woods with that hippie girlfriend or whatever weird thing her parents were into. It didn't concern her in the slightest.

Her own brother didn't concern her in the slightest. Their was always a distinct divide between them ever since they were born. Her earliest memory of them together wasn't a clear one, only that it involved a lot of screaming, hair-pulling, and possibly some spilled blood. It was all her brothers fault, at least that's the story she was sticking with. Her brother, the teachers pet, the prodigy in math, literature, and magic, and the biggest buzzkill of all time.

She thought about all those nights they were alone together, all the times they were left alone, the cold, hard nights they promised to be together forever. All the times they promised to always stand together, all the times they held each other whenever one would feel lower than dirt, whenever someone would hurt them and they swore to hurt that someone back times 100. The promises made to never be weaker than anybody, to let no one control them.

She was an idiot. For the last 6 years, all he's ever done is try to control her. Ford, Dipper, they were trying to contain the fire inside. She didn't want to be a candle that that barely grazed people's skin, she wanted to be a wildfire that slowly and painfully consumed anyone that dared cross her uncontrollable path. A blazing, white hot fire that wouldn't stop until the entire world was engulfed in flames, and she would be their, standing above everyone, laughing, dominating, destroying everyone that ever..

Pfft

While in the mist of her sinister inner monologue, she had failed to notice the fire now surrounding her bed, slowly making it way up to the tent. "Great." She muttered with as must disinterest as she could. The smell of smoke soured her nostrils, making her get up from her fiery accident and made her way outside. "I can't so much as think about Dipper without something going wrong." Nothing about him concerned herself in anyway, and the next time she saw him, it will definitely be the last time, she'll personally see to that.

Before see could even think of a way to put out the fire, a ring from her phone erupted from her pocket. Curious as to why, she absentmindedly picked it up and answered. "Hello."

"Hey, so after many hours of contemplation I've decided to abandon everything that's made me who I am and give up on life." The Diamond's voice answered as clearly and bluntly as he could. Not that his tone of voice was surprising, given how very open he was when it came to his own thoughts and opinions, but to here it over the phone, and after such a devastating phone, she herself was a bit doubtful when and if they would even continue this alliance they had. "So want to come over and join me in miserable failure?"

The words coming out of the Diamond's mouth were practically alien coming from him. It was something she thought she never see, never not ever in a million years.

Her precious Diamond was asking her out!

"Yes, yes, yes!" She elatedly shouted at the top of her lungs, levitating her in the air as the fire behind began to grow more and more. She continued to ignore, as well as the screams of agony made by the dozens of people trapped inside the gift shop of the tent. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to here those words."

"That somehow makes this call even more pathetic." The Diamond sighed before abruptly hanging up on the girl. Despite the rather rude send off, the girl was to far off on cloud 9 to even care about it. Finally, after every daydream, day after stalking, pestering, after every hypnosis and mindwipe, the Diamond had finally given in to her advances. They were finally going steady after all this time.

"Nothing could make this any more perfect." She announced as she started floating away, swooning in the air, completely oblivious to the fiery mayhem that was occurring down below on her own place of business, or the fact that the blue blaze was starting to make it's way towards the town.

The green ship was just as beaten up and busted as she remembered. She didn't have a particular disdain for it being broken, it just meant she had more time to spend with her Diamond, but she at least figured he would've gotten Peridot to start fixing it about now.

Trying to straighten out her thoughts for what was definitely going to be the biggest moment of her life until her wedding day( she would forgive him for being a little late than her original plans, but love was all about compromising, and sacrifice, and doing whatever it took to make sure he was perfect), she entered the broken contraption with little effort. Not that entering his little fortress was difficult, she always managed to bypass any security measures he made to specifically keep her out. In her defense, her Diamond just had to accept that they were going to share the rest of their lives together, so that meant they had to be with each other nearly 24/7 with no secrets withheld or omitted.

In any case, the ship, which usually had one or two gems in to greet her as she came in, was nearly barren as she furthered the space machine like it was some sort of mechanical jungle. Wire and cables hung on the ceiling like wild vines, spreading everywhere from the wall to the floor, sparking electricity every few seconds. The main control room had nor doors blocking it's entrance, so passing through was easy enough.

She remembered every moment she spent here with her dear Diamond, the way his little body would sit in that high chair, being all important and cute in all the power that he had. He never let his size demote or demean the level of power and control he had. He held everything he had with pride, and strength, and a body that she could just rip..

"Focus Mabel, your fantasies will all come true after today." She controlled herself as she headed towards where she her Diamond was. Forget her Brother's betrayal, forget the many disappointment and failures that they've suffered recently, forget all the self-loathing that both were very prone to, today was all about them, and the bright, loving future they had ahead."

She headed to the control chair, where he sat in a state of depression and laziness. The smell emitting from him was enough to assume that he hadn't freshened up in quite a while, as could also be told by the still torn-up clothes he hadn't changed out of, or the big poofy puffs of hair that use to be the three spike on his head. In his hand was a glass that was filled with a thick, dark substance that smelled even worst than the Diamond.

'Okay, just got to reel him in slowly'. Just got to be subtle.' She internally thought to herself "Haha, heh, Dear Diamond, you look pathetic." She shouted bluntly, resulting in the Diamond moaning in response. 'Nailed it.' "Defeat is so not a good look on you." Mabel prided herself on how honest she was to him.

The Diamond, after standing up from his seat, continued to moan as he held his head up like it was going to roll right off. "I, appreciate your tactless approach as always." He responded once he stop waltzing his way up to the showgirl. The dizziness still had yet to wear off, as he tripped over himself and leaned on Mabel for support.

While trying to suppress the exploding happiness about to erupt, she still couldn't help but feel a bit, turned off at the sight of her Diamond at the moment. This clearly wasn't him. "What, what have you been drinking?"

An almost alien smile crept up on the Diamond's face. "It's, it's the only thing I've ever allowed myself to ingest in liquid form, that delicious beverage you keep sending me." He answered with a huge slur.

"Okay, I see what the problem is." She grabs the glass he was holding and examines it. "Yep, you've been drinking expired Mabel juice. While I'm extremely flattered and even more eager to have your babies, I think you've had a bit too much to drink." She takes a huge whiff at it. "Have you even refrigerated this stuff?"

The Diamond semi-listens to what she had said, and responds with the most appropriate answer he could muster up. "I don't know, don't know, don't know what you're talking about. I'm drinking th-that stuff because I can relate to it. It sums up my life in a nutshell." He snatches the glass away from her and drowns it all down in one gulp. "It's highly toxic, deadly, painful to endure, is known to scorch several parts of the body..." He drowned on and own with a dialogue of self pity.

"Look, Dear Diamond.." The Show girl shook the Diamond to grab his attention. "I came here because you told me to, so unless we're about to get serious right now, I think I should depart for the day." She threatened. In truth, she probably would've just sat outside the ship for about 30 minutes until she came back in, expecting to see a much more compliant Diamond that would bow down to her for showing such mercy.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on the perspective, the Diamond slapped himself in the face rather uncharacteristically, and his expression started to slowly form one that was a little more familiar to her. "You're right, I called you here because your the only one I can trust to follow through." Reaching for something that seemed to be buried somewhere in his cape, he kept his attention on Mable as he searched. "You've been like a shadow to me for this entire escapade we've been on, and I, I, I" He struggled to spit out. "..I don't think my time here would've been nearly as, 'enjoyable' as it could've been." He forced out of himself.

That seemed to be all she needed to cast away any doubt. 'Finally, it's all going to begin today'

"What I'm about to purpose is something you might find silly, and maybe a little crazy.."

"I'm already those things, my Diamond."

"It's something that will change everything..

"I'm more than willing to change for you."

"It could prove to be dangerous, even fatal to both of us.."

"Look at me my Diamond." She clenched his cheeks together as she made her point. "I am 100% committed to you. I stood by you because this is where I need to be. This is where I belong by your side, together, with you, forever."

"Than I hope your ready for this." The diamond said as Mabel closed her eyes and leaned forward. One kiss, in one quick act of love, they would officiate their love for one another and finally be able to..

"Okay, than take it." The Diamond, completely oblivious to what the girl was doing, finally stretched out his hand and held something in front of her. "In one move, you can finally end our lives as we know it."

"Yes, of course, we can finally start.." The girl paused for a moment, making her eyes pop out of her socket once she processed what the Diamond had said to her. "End, what do you.." Finally turning her attention to what the Diamond was holding.

It was the memory gun.

"I was thinking about how we were going to go about it." The Diamond mumbled on, dismissing Mabel's confusion. I figured you would shoot me first, and then you would shoot yourself.."

"But.."

"I know, I know, that seems to be a little more uncomfortable, and you'd be least likely to follow through..."

"Dear Diamond.."

"I suppose I can construct another one and we shoot each other at the same time. Of course, that'll probably take some time, and I don't want to drag this on for longer than it needs to be."

"Steven.."

"Of course, I can just set a timer on it, and we can blast ourselves like we're taking a picture. That way, we both get blasted at the same time, and there's no way for either of us to.."

"STEVEN!" Mabel was finally able to interrupt his droning. "What are you talking about, why do you have that thing with you?"

"I said I've given up on life. What did you think that meant?" He asked as if the answer should've been obvious.

"I just thought that meant you've finally soaked up the courage to ask me out, duh." She answered in a similar obnoxious tone. "But what's with the gun? Why all the drama, why bring me here why.."

"Why, why, why anything at all?" The diamond interrupts her once again with a booming voice. "Why life, why prolong it, why are we born, why do we do, why give life a purpose when we're eventually all going to die in the end? Why give in to all the chaos it subjects us to? That's the whole point of this, Mabel" Holding up the memory gun, he points it right to his head. "I've done a lot of thinking, and this, this is out only out. This is how we can end it all." His wide and tired eyes spoke even louder than his words, showing how much thought he had put into this. "If we are going to do anything that matters in the long run, then ending our lives is the only way to do it."

"Okay, okay, you are making this sound way more dreadful with the way you're phrasing this, so please stop." Mabel spoke up once more. She was use to her dear Diamond's blunt nature and disregard for subtlety, even admired it greatly, but this was a bit too much to take in at once. "And are, are you really suggesting that we erase your memories? Leave you with nothing about you"

"Not all of them, just the one's that matter the most." The diamond was quick to answer. "I've rigged it so that we'll be able to keep basic functions and currently levels of intelligence, but lose every defining moment we've had, family, friends, allies, enemies, betrayals, pleasure, pain, everything that makes life what it is. So yes, in a sense, we're going to end our lives today."

"Again, that sounds way too dreadful for you to be so happy about." She augured in slight displeasure. "And why would I want to erase my memories? How will I ever remember the people I've tortured and killed and those that I need to torture and kill later. That includes Dipper you know? Do you really want to forget how much you hate him, how much you want to squeeze the life out of him while also making Pacifica watch? Do you want to give that up."

"Mabel, as satisfying as that sounds, I've already made up my mind about this." He straightened out his posture a little, trying to stand as tall as he could. "Our lives are worthless and don't mean a damn thing to anyone, so if we're going to do anything about the crappiness in our lives, we need to..

SLAP.

The action taken next was quick, but the seconds afterword felt like hours. Neither of them could look at each other without some form of maliciousness taking over. The ends of her nails had drips of blood laced on her, and the mark made on the Diamond face was all too clear.

"You are talking crazy, even more so than usual, Diamond! She continued to speak with the growing fire inside her. "I have had my entire life, leached away by people trying to control my life, and I'm not about to let the pathetic paranoia of the only person I care about ruin what I have!"

"What, what is it about your life that makes it so damn special?!" The Diamond lashed out, ready to fire on the girl if needed to. "If I never came to this planet, if you never met me, what about your life makes it so amazing!? Answer that, and I'll be yours!" That made Mabel's eye's widen. "Yeah, if you give me one reason, than I'll forget the whole thing and be yours, unconditionally forever."

"That's not fair, you know that the only good thing about my life is you!" Mabel lashed back, igniting herself in blue flame once more. "You've actually given my life a reason to exist, I care about something now, and not just the care I had for my brother just because we live together. I have a reason to care about dominating others and subjecting them under my rule."

"Than you have no answer for me, do you?" The diamond asked confidently. "There's nothing about your life that you like, is there?"

"OF COURSE THERE ISN'T, YOU DIAMOND HEADED IDIOT!" Mabel blurted as she unleashed a fireball towards the Diamond. He hardly bothered to doge it as he let it hit him, sending him across the room. "My parents, killed before I could even I could even remember their names. My Uncles, one's an over caring idiot that that'll get himself killed and the other's a control freak that couldn't bother to adopt me the first time around with my brother!" The flames get hotter and hotter as she approached him. "And don't even mention him, that self-serving egotistical buzzkill that did nothing by my side other than use me when it was most coinvent. I don't mind being other peoples tool, but I'm not a tool that you can just cast to the side once your done with it, I'm always here, always serving others in some way, while I always end up alone!" She exploded in a blazing glory, burning her nearby surrounds, including the roof of the ship before finally dying down after taking one long breath. "Except you. You continued to use me, always found a use for me to be around." She chuckles to herself before dropping on the floor, exhausted. "Your the worst person I've ever met, and your the only one who gets me."

"Heheha, this really is pathetic, isn't it." The diamond, staying on the grounds, scoots right next to her. "We're two broken pieces that belong together, but we still remain broken. We're not complete, yet nothing else is able to fit."

The two just laid there in silence for a while, not commenting on anything, just staring at the charred remains of what was left of the ship. It was Mabel who finally broke the silence again. "What made you decide to erase your memories? I know you didn't do that on a whim."

"Heh, remember when I told you why I never look in a mirror, why I always smash one to bits every time I come across one?"

"Yeah, you said you never saw yourself, just the image of your mother, who you hate for making you." She glumly remembered. She sighed sadly. This guy really had no happiness in his life.

"I saw my reflection when I was trying to repair the ship. It was on broken meatal, but still visible." He starts to get uncomfortable at the next part. "I saw her, judging me, scowling me at every action I make. It never went away, no matter how much I pounded it or pleaded with it. So, I closed my eyes, and imagined my life if Yellow Diamond was never in the picture." He smiles a little more. "No homeworld, no Diamonds, no training, no abuse, and for the first time, I saw what was underneath everything."

"What?"

"Nothing. My entire life is nothing but the hand of Yellow Diamond stretching over me!" He shouted elatedly. "So I thought, if I rid myself of her, If I rid myself of everything that was started by her manipulations, I could start clean, no manipulations, no other forces making do what I want. Just nothing!"

"But, you'll only be nothing." She said with concern. The idea seemed to make him happy, but it was hard to understand why.

"Exactly! Humans are nothing, they go about their lives, living by morals and standards they pick out for themselves. There's nothing, no pain attached, no anything, and I'm half Diamond. I could fixate my own path that has nothing to do with Yellow Diamond. Finally, I'll be free from her.!" He finally allowed himself to breathed as he slowed down. "My whole life, I could see everything coming a mile away. I could only see pain and agony, even when I was little. But if I take this route now, I could at least forget what's ahead, no past, no present, nothing but unseen future ahead."

"Then, why me? Why do you want both of our memories taken?"

"Like I said, we're two broken pieces that somehow are able to connect." Both of the kids fell got up and stared at each other, the Diamond clearly having more difficulty doing so. "We belong to nothing else, and if I'm about to restart everything, I would rather be complete than broken alone."

Taking her hand, she rubbed it against the scarred face of the Diamond. He was way beyond his marbles by this point. Then again, she didn't exactly have any to begin with. "That may be the most crapped up thing someone's ever said to me." Both of them chuckled at the dysfunction of the situation. "But it's also the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

"So this fall wont kill us?" Mabel said as she looked down from the height. Going through on the Diamond's desperate plan, she sat at the edge and stared out at the town. The blue blaze hadn't stopped, and had only spread across, showing no sign of stopping.

"No. There's way to much trees and foliage. They'll soften out landing before we hit the ground." The diamond explained as he set up the Memory gun. "Once the gun fires at us, whatever's left of the ship will self-destruct, and the resulting shockwave will send out disoriented bodies off the cliff and into the unknowns of the forest."

"Right, because if the explosion doesn't kill us, the many monsters and creatures that live in the woods definitely will." She said sarcastically.

"It's the only secluded spot I could find that doesn't lead back here, and once our memories are gone, I want to make sure we're as far away from the spot as possible to prevent any chance of memory recoil." He responded as he final got the gun ready and sat down beside her. "Everything's ready now. All there is to do is to wait out the timer."

"Hah, this should be fun." Both kids, sharing the same concern and uncertainty, couldn't help but look at each other. They've treated each other so horribly in the past, one more than the other. Every sign pointed in the opposite direction, they were people that should never be with each other.

But they were the only comfort the other had. They didn't have anyone one else but each other. "We're stuck in a giant crack, aren't we?" The diamond asked her. "We're stuck in the middle of a giant crack. We're either going to get out of it or fall into the darkness of it once that timer goes off."

"I guess." She shrugged with discomfort. This was far from what she had planned for today, or tomorrow, or the rest of her future. "Do you think we've could've been better if given the chance?"

"Personally, not really." He sighed sadly. "I always thought I was born broken, the cracks that formed throughout my life creating leaks that drained away whatever goodness I had inside, giving me no chance whatsoever on whatever it threw in my direction." He bluntly said with a small frown. "But I guess this whole memory erase thing's going to prove whether or not that's true.

"Life just a series of closing doors that just slams you in the face, right?" The Diamond nodded as the both stared out at the blue flame that had only now started to die down. "I guess this is goodbye."

"Not it's not, technically. Sure, when we meet again, we won't know who we are, but we'll still be together I guess, unless we decide to split up.." She spoke, bringing up a lot more holes in this plan than she meant to. "Let's just say this isn't a goobye, just a see you later." She held out her hand.

In probably the only kind gesture he's given since she's known him, he took her hand, and held it in his end. "Alright, see you lat..."

FLASH

#universe falls #sumbission #submission #oof #goddamn these kids are tragic #this was pretty fuckin interesting tho for sure #uf 3 year anniversary extravaganza #au week #reverse/diamond #uf fan fics

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callioope · 6 years

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if i wait (will you stay?)

Excerpt: She’d made the decision then, when he’d leaned down towards her, so close she could see his eyelashes, and she leaned up towards him, so close to feeling like she belonged. She’d made the decision with the conviction she used to have, before Saw abandoned her in a bunker.

Summary: Just after Scarif, Jyn waits for Cassian to wake and debates whether she’ll stay.

Notes: This just came to me one night when I was falling asleep, and I was still thinking about it when I woke up the next morning. It flowed out really easily, and I’m really proud of the prose, style, etc. It’s probably one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I’ve thought a lot about ‘when do Jyn and Cassian get together after Scarif,’ and this is the result of that.

I’ll Find You in the Morning Sun

Excerpt: They stare at each other, at an impasse, neither of them willing to disrupt the balance, to take the first step towards a lighter world. Both of them know, at least in some hidden capacity, that something floats between them, something could lift them, could show them how to fly. But they are not dreamers, with their heads in the clouds, and the talk of war weighs heavy on their shoulders. And falling from such a great height hurts; they’ve borne such bruises since they were children.

Summary: A World War II AU for csectumsempra, for Rebelcaptain Secret Santa. Told in a series of meetings (or not meetings) each December, spanning 1939 to 1945.

Notes: Before I wrote this, I didn’t have a huge interest in WWII AUs, and I was even a little intimidated by the idea (there are already so many wonderful WWII AUs out there, and it’s such a complex time period to get right, I think). But this setting gave me an easy angle for the “mutual pining” prompt, and once I found a satisfactory role for Jyn (I wanted her on the front lines!) I took it and ran and had a blast. (I also learned a ton! And learning is fun.) I do think it’s a little rougher around the edges and would have liked some more time to polish it. Still really like how it turned out though.

Whatever I Do (I Do It To Protect You)

Summary: When Orson Krennic landed on Lah’mu, Lyra Erso made a choice. She chose her daughter. Now they move from planet to planet, identity to identity, rebel cell to rebel cell, until they wind up at the center of the rebellion.

Notes: My first rebelcaptain fic! I started writing this on January 15, 2017. Holy crap. It started as just an idle daydream and turned into this huge thing. It took me nine months to finish – much better than my ASoIaF Gendrya chapter fic, which took a year, exactly. (And WID has a higher word count, too.) So a great opportunity for me to practice writing more consistently. This was also an exercise in planning and outlining. Halfway through, I completely changed the ending and had to rework it (which is why it took as long as it did).

(Also mothers die way too much in Star Wars and this needed to be rectified. One day I really want to see a fic with Padme, Lyra, and Mothma just running the rebellion because how awesome would that be?)

this is the way (we move)

Excerpt: This is the way they run: They push each other, drag each other, carry each other. Bodhi waits and they sprint to him. All they ever have to do is find Bodhi, and he will carry them the rest of the way. They sprint through jungles, fat green leaves smacking them, blocking them, whipping them. They dash across sand, burning through the soles of their feet, sucking them back each step as they stumble in the shifting dunes. They scurry across rocky cliffs, slip and slide across icy plateaus, squelch through swamps, and it doesn’t matter the terrain, they just muddle through it with only one goal in mind: Bodhi’s ship. Home.

Summary: Vignettes of the post-Scarif Rogue One team. For the Rebelcaptain Week Tumblr prompt “Family.”

Notes: My favorite out of my Rebelcaptain Appreciation Week fics. (Incidentally, also, the first one I wrote.) This plot bunny attacked me during the two-hour car ride home from my sister’s; I was of course listening to the Cassian Andor spotify playlist and “The Way We Move” by Langhorne Slim & The Law came on. What a fun and upbeat and positive song in what is mostly a mellow playlist! This song just implies so much movement, which is very fitting for the RO team and that’s what I wanted to evoke here. Really fun to write.

when did you last let your heart decide?

Summary: When Cassian runs into Jyn Erso in the marketplace on Jedha, the rebellion can’t resist the opportunity to convert the daughter of an Imperial weapons scientist into an asset. But after years of recruiting, of coaxing others to give in to their own impulses, Cassian hesitates. Can he bring himself to persuade the first person he’s loved in years to risk her life? (Canon divergent, Imperial!Jyn, Aladdin AU)

Notes: So here is a fun fact about me: for four straight years in a row, I was Princess Jasmine for Halloween (K - 3rd). Then in 4th grade, I was A New Hope!Princess Leia (incidentally, I met Mark Hamill almost 20 years later to the day and was dressed as Endor!Leia so that came beautifully full circle). When I realized this, it just seemed kind of obvious that I’d write a Star Wars/Disney princess crossover, lol. Lots of fun with: Cassian’s immediate heart-eyes for Jyn, exploration of Cassian’s commitment to the cause and subsequent self-sacrifice, and Imperial!Jyn.

I had more ideas for this that didn’t make it in (K-2SO filling the role as Abu, in a ‘skeptical of Cassian’s crush on Jyn, but still totally has his back’ kind of way; more montage scenes of Jyn and Cassian exploring the galaxy a la ‘A Whole New World’; and an actual confrontation with Krennic when Cassian and Jyn return to Coruscant). Also I got several comments regarding an expansion SO one day I just might write that. One day.

#thestarbirdfromtheashes #thenewleeland #liz replies #my writing #rebelcaptain #thank you!!!!#this is so nice #congratulations you are being resqueued

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taco-night-frenzy · 4 years

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Stuff I wanna write

I’m pretty tuckered after writing so much, but I want to blab about other ideas that have been floating around for months and months that I still wanna do some day maybe.

Obviously lots of F/F and short Trails in the Sky fics (maybe one medium sized one) and then one big Luigi and maybe a few Sonics. Anyway here’s the list because I just... I want to write down ideas and put stuff out there. It’s what I like doing. Support me and tell me I’m great if you want, I love that, but don’t feel you have to. I'm full of myself and love compliments and nice words like “Wow that sounds cool, you should do this idea!!” Or maybe like “I also like that pairing, here’s what I’ve always thought about that too!” And just you know, nice interactions are cool.

Estelle/Dorothy. Wanna do another NSFW one that takes place in Zeiss. Would technically be right after Estelle/Josette fic but I wouldn’t tell you that really shh. Estelle gets a “quest” from a mysterious sender, turns out to be Dorothy because Dorothy spelt her name completely wrong. Dorothy wants to take pictures of Estelle, and Estelle’s like FINE SINCE I’M HERE. Anyways, Dorothy makes Estelle feel really good about her body and takes great pictures and ... you get the rest.

Another Estelle/Anelace (Possibly just Estelle & Anelace). SFW this time. I have much less worked out on this one, but I want Estelle and Anelace to go on a mystery together and solve a murder or something. Not super romantic, but a few light touches here and there and some fun plot. I’ve not nailed it down well..

Schera/Aina. Maybe spicy? Maybe NSFW? Who knows. I want to write something with them. Maybe about the time they’re on the run from that weird Mafia that actually happened and they had to spend the night in an abandoned home together. Lots of talking and developing feelings... or maybe another idea completely but with a similar preface. Estelle/Female!Joshua genderswap I GOTTA do Estelle/Joshua!! They’re a good ship! I just wanna make Joshua a girl for my own needs. Been struggling with a plot on this one. Maybe Joshua finds out he likes dressing up like a girl more than he realized (I always loved that Estelle called him beautiful and seemed genuinely attracted to him when he crossdressed.) Maybe while he’s been out on his own exploring ancient ruins something turns him into a girl and its a weird experience and he’s feeling vulnerable and strange and calls to Estelle to help him work it out and then you get some nice romantic hurt/comfort... And last but certainly not least... Detective Luigi 2: Hotel Wario

I have already written like 10k+ of this one and written down the basic plot and all that. It can be a real struggle writing such a long thing again, though, but for the most part this one takes place a year later from the last mystery. Daisy and Luigi are invited to Wario’s brand new hotel with a bunch of other fancy rich or famous people like Bowser, King Boo, E. Gadd, Prince Peasly, Lord Crump disguised as someone else... and Booster and Valentina and... A lot of others. Have plans for Goombella and Toadette to return and help and also Vivian now too. Basically general plot is someone steals Wario’s ancient relic, and Dr. Crygor’s automatic defense system locks EVERYONE in until they can find who did it. A locked box kind of mystery with a lot of Mario RPG characters and decent Wario world/ware theme.

I wrote it actually before Luigi’s Mansion 3, but it’s been good inspiration. It continues where it left off where Luigi is learning to be his own person, learned how to say no to when people ask him for things. But there’s more to life than just saying no all the time and Luigi still has to struggle finding a good balance.

There’s a lot going on and a lot of people have different motivations and feelings that have stayed the same or changed over the past year. I think I’ll just post what I got on Tumblr sometime later if I can get myself to working really hard on another long fic.

And I do have one idea that I’ll probably never do but have always sort of daydreamed about...

Chaotix Mysteries starring Vector and Knuckles. I really don’t think I’ll do this one but who knows. Station Square city and Team Chaotix already lend themselves really well to doing mystery AUs. Wanted it to mostly be Vector as the main detective and his partner Knuckles with occaaaassional Espio and Charmy help. Been a lot of gem thefts in the city and a lot of trouble in general, and it’s definitely not Rouge because that would be really obvious and boring, but they’d be asking around with Rouge and Shadow first thing and.... well again it’ll be YEARS if I ever ever ever get to this one...

I have a lot of Sonic Mania stories I started and never finished too.

Knuckles first person journal as he explores Mirage Saloon. I actually wrote some of this too years ago. Knuckles keeps a journal around and gets lost in a desert and finds himself in a crazy weird saloon with Fang/Knack and tries to get to the bottom of it by like punching stuff. Also Knuckles tries to write down rap lyrics a lot because he thinks they’re cool. (They’re not.)

Another one I started with Sonic Tails and Knuckles at flying battery... Sonic has to fight Mecha Sonic and tries his best to keep it away from Tails and Knuckles. It doesn’t work well and he’s losing a lot and he learns (probably doesn’t) that it’s okay to rely on Tails and Knuckles a little sometimes. Remember, this is Classic Sonic, so he’s still young and kind of rude and thinks he’s all that. I started this one too like a year back. It was mostly Sonic getting beat up and Knuckles shittalking to Tails how Sonic’s a jerk, and Tails is just like trying to live his life and find Sonic. About halfway through, Mecha Sonic goes Super and Knuckles has to fight him again. Mecha Sonic is way stupider than Metal Sonic and way more basic, so Sonic has trouble with that. Knuckles is better at fighting against brain dead idiots. Sonic’s able to keep up with Metal Sonic since Metal is more advanced and has Sonic’s thoughts and feelings kind of programmed in there.

Then one at Titanic Monarch... I also barely started this one... Just wanted it to be Sonic running off ONCE AGAIN on his own to fight Eggman. The illusions are strong, it has like every last boss all at once. Metal Sonic, Mecha Sonic, Big Arm, al lthat... Tails and Knuckles show up and are like GOD you IDIOT let us fucking HELP and Sonic’s like o, sorry.

Another Sonic Mania one with Studiopolis where Amy’s just watching TV at her apartment and its mostly from her perspective. Eggman hacks the TVs and turns the world into weird illusions and makes everyone watch his broadcasts as he spreads propaganda about how Sonic’s evil and bad, and Amy’s like NO!!! He’s NOT BAD!! Anyways, you only see what Eggman shows you, and Eggman like kidnaps news anchors and forces him to say how great and good he is and Sonic is bad, but then Sonic saves the day anyway and Amy’s watching the whole thing like SEE I TOLD YOU and just screaming and being a maniac.

ANYWAYS THAT’S ALL MY IDEAS I’VE GOT PROBABLY. I want to write them all some day, but it’s tiring...

#personal #fic ideas #long post #Trails in the Sky #Mario #Luigi #Sonic #maybe one day I'll come back to this post and look through some of my ideas and pick them out to do again #Hoping at least a few of these get done...#fanfiction #my stuff #I just wanna BLAB you know #I wanna blab and blab and blab forever

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