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PoliZ’s WIP Update - 22 Nov 2023
Combining last week & this – I was on vacation and on the go, so didn’t manage much in terms of a word count. I touched 3 fics (3 WIPs) for a total of 1139 words.
On Ao3, I posted:
No Sensation to Compare With This - 1990’s AU with Rhodey and Tony meeting Carol and Maria at a bar just off base before a test flight. (Tony/Maria endgame)
A Close Call - pre-War Stucky with pining!Bucky and love confessions.
Beaten to the Punch - WinterIron College AU - Tony & Bucky as camp counselors with mutual pining.
I have 18 semi-active WIPs 😬 with my current deadlines being the WinterIron Bingo which wraps on 16 Dec and Stucky’Verse Bingo which wraps on 22 Dec.
See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!
Seek & Destroy Collab
After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing Morguna and the Green Queen, I got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked Faustie into collab’ing with me! We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve contributed about 900 words towards the 2500-ish we have so far. Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.
WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)
I have twenty-one fills completed for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod!
* B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date. Need to figure out an angle on this - possible remix of A Sugar-Coated Pill?
* G4 - AU: College Students – Posted Beaten to the Punch this morning - WinterIron mutual pining College AU that crosses over with my Volunteering Together square. It came in at 553 words.
N3 - FREE - filling this with Somewhere To Turn - a WinterIron No Powers AU with mall security!Bucky and young!runaway!Tony. It’s crossing over with my BBB Cold square - I’ve tweaked it a bit since posting on Tumblr (coming in at 881 words) and it will go up on Ao3 1 Dec.
* O5 - Gentle – use this poem as inspiration?
Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1] (Ends 22 Dec)
Thirteen fills, two WIPs and a couple of ideas.
* A1 - Harem - crossover with CABB Secret/Forbidden Relationship - Bucky and shrimpy!Steve are both concubines who love each other more than their lord. I poked at this a little for 71 words.
* B4 - Sugar Daddy - looking for inspiration - combining with CABB Nov Adoptable: Sugar Baby. Possibly shrimpy!Steve and beefy!Bucky?
* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast😁 Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas.
* C3 - FREE - probably using this for Chapter 2 of Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is currently sitting at 52 words. I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.
C5 - Last Resort - Posted A Close Call to Ao3 last Friday. A pre-war Stucky ficlet with protective!pining!Bucky - also filled my HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold, and WFB - Huddling for warmth squares (250 words) along with Whumptober Delirium prompt. It came in at 827 words.
Bucky Barnes Bingo - [BBB_R5] (Ends 10 Jan 2024)
I’ve got sixteen fills, four WIPs, and a couple more Vague ideas.
* B5 - Cold - see WIB FREE square
* U3 - Fireplace - Working on a 1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic set at a ski lodge where Tony’s being wooed by poetry and love letters that Bucky wrote to someone else. Started poking at this as a crossover with a Love Letters prompt and it’s sitting at 129 words.
* C2 - Yelena Belova– The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik, (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1303 words (600-ish of which are mine).
* C3 - FREE - the October BBB Discord party resulted in a hilarious Mob AU communal story (mobster!Bucky & clueless!Steve plus Clint&Natasha&Scott shenanigans) that several of us did/are going to contribute to Rashomon-style.
* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple - next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion. Got a spark of an idea the other day that might get me a bit further on this fic.
* K3 - Magic - Aro!Bucky healing with a kiss idea?
* Y3 - Alpine - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.
* Y4 - Forgotten Things - using this for Chapter 4 of You Can’t Stop It With a Gun - it’s sitting at 116 words at the moment.
* May Adopted - Insomnia - finally got this filled with The Dead of Night, which also filled a Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF211 An Old Friend] along with my JBB FREE square. It came in at 317 words and will post to Ao3 before this event ends.
* August Adopted: Take the Shot - sounds like a WinterHawk fic to me… maybe cross over with JBB Touch-starved? Whumptober/Fictober possibilities as well.
Tony Stark Bingo Round 7 - [TSB_R7] (ends 15 Feb)
Seventeen fills and one WIPs, with a couple of ideas in play.
* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of Never More to Go Astray ?
* T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots - I still want to combine this with the Fictober Day 27: prompt "I don't know if they will accept this."
* T3 - A pairing you've never done - Posted No Sensation to Compare With This – inspired by @rebelmeg’s Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - it’s a remix/spinoff of the first chapter, where Tony flirts with Maria Rambeau while Rhodey and Carol get to know one another better. It came in at 1093 words.
* T5 - Shawarma - possible crossover with SAUB Canon Divergence – Battle of New York-related?
* A2 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with SAUB Gentle Dom
* A3 - FREE – @SomeSortofItalianRoast and I are looking at collabing on a Steve/Tony/Scott fic - maybe throw in a Comfortember prompt?
* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins - The Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF214 Broken Mirror] got me at least a good start on the idea I’ve been playing with for this square. I posted NamNori on Tumblr and have a general idea of how I want to build on it to also fill my SAUB AU: Crack square. It’s currently sitting at 360 words.
Stony AUniverse Bingo [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)
Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod! Six fills, three WIPs and several crossover ideas already!
* S1 - Edging - Filled this with Ringing in the New, where Tony makes a suggestion to improve/change up their love life. It’s a crossover with a Flash Fiction Friday prompt: How Do You Use ‘It’? and came in at 324 words - I will post it to Ao3 before the event is over.
* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB Doppelganger/Evil Twins
* S3 - AU: Wings - see SVB FREE square
* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova
* T1 - AU: Fantasy - CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.
* T4 - AU: Canon Divergence - see TSB Shawarma above.
* O2 - Omegaverse - I have a Vague Idea inspired by @kandisheek’s lovely art piece.
* N2 - Mutual Pining - crossover with CABB Royal Knight?
* N3 - Gentle Dom - see TSB KINK: Concubine above
* N5 - AU: Multiple Identities - Posted The Secrets We Keep to Tumblr. It’s a first person alternating POV ficlet with mutual pining (and secret identity) Stony. It came in at 314 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.
* Y4 - AU: Soulmates - @chrissihr posted a cool idea about Animated soulmarks, where only your SM sees your mark move - may try to do something with this!
Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)
I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo and have four fills, one WIPs and a couple of crossover ideas.
* A2 - Secret/Forbidden Relationship - see SVB Harem
* B3 - Royal Knight - see SAUB Mutual Pining.
* Nov Adoptable: Sugar Baby - see SVB Sugar Daddy.
Post July Break Bingo [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr 2024)
One fill on my 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - still working on potential crossovers.
* A1 - “It’s you. It’s always been you.” - This might fit in with my TSB Doppelgangers/Evil Twins fill NamNori above :: ponders::
* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on BBB or WIB (or even SVB)
* C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint) possibly crossover with BBB Take the shot?
Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends 15 Jun 2024)
One fill - need to ponder possible crossovers, especially with SAUB, SBV & CABB.
* C5 - Exes to Lovers - crossover with CABB - "B1 - "All I wanted was for you to be happy." – Bucky or Tony as the Ex? SAUB S4 - Arranged Marriage might be an additional crossover
* D1 - Multiple Submissives - crossover with CABB - C3 - Bath/shower sex and SAUB Y1 - Pre-Serum Steve Rogers?
Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1]
Another fun year-long event from the folks at @buckybarnesevents! Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one each month for your card!
* November: Crackfic - see BBB K4 - Accidental villany
Warm and Fluffy Bingo - [WFB] (no end date)
Four fills on my card, courtesy of @warmandfluffybingocards
* N1 - Wingman - see TSB A pairing you've never done.
* G2 - Huddling for warmth - see SVB Last Resort.
* O5 - Volunteering Together – see WIB AU: College Students
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Because Reasons
@frankchurchillsaysrelax requested Emmett and Elle from Legally Blonde+enemies to friends to lovers+girl/boy next door+High School/College/Teacher AU... And this was born.
It’s not that Emmett hates his new co-chair of the history department on principle (although the position was supposed to be his and his alone this year). It’s not even that he hates her for constantly parking her car in his unofficial parking spot, or for always playing the most ridiculously upbeat pop music in her office that shares a wall with his, or even that she doesn’t believe in written exams and only uses glittery feather topped pens that write in pink ink.
No, the real problem is that her proposal for a student-run news magazine garners at least five times the student interest as his debate team proposal. And when she gets voted the head of the senior send-off committee--a position he’s held with pride for years as the de facto young staff member. And when all of his students start trying to transfer from his classes in favor of hers, and when that doesn’t work, they start attending her after school study sessions instead of his.
All of this coming together, along with her renting the house next door to his so there’s literally no getting away from her… that’s what makes it impossible to stand Elle Woods.
“Emmett, so glad you can join us.” Elle says from the front of the classroom where the senior send-off committee meeting is taking place before school starts, where she’s writing some bullet points on the whiteboard with one of her signature pink markers. “Don’t worry, you’re only ten minutes late so all you’ve really missed is the summary of the last meeting.”
Reason #24 Emmett tries to avoid dealing with Elle at all costs: she’s always so… perky. Even when she’s being passive aggressive, or downright cutthroat when they’re arguing, Elle is smiling. She’s sweet and smiling and powerful and beautiful and it’s just not normal.
He clenches his jaw as he answers. “The staff parking lot was full.” Because she had pulled into it about fifteen seconds before him and taken his spot. “I had to go to the public lot on the other side of campus.”
“Oh, you should plan ahead next time.” She offers. “It must take about...ten minutes or so to drive over there and walk back.”
“You don’t say.”
The meeting progresses as they always do--everyone presents their ideas, he and Elle snark at each other, everyone likes Elle’s ideas best, he tries to point out the implausibility or the impropriety of doing something like throwing a casino night for a bunch of graduating high schoolers and gets ignored, they snark some more, and somehow he ends up getting volunteered to cover Elle’s detention duty for the month so she can focus her energy on planning the entire venture, starting this afternoon.
Reason # 25: Somehow she can convince anyone to do what she wants. Even when it’s inconvenient for them and they don’t want to do it at all.
He’s in an awful mood for the rest of the day, and because he has to supervise detention, he gets on the road late to head back upstate for his mom’s birthday dinner. Most of the drive is spent mentally cursing Elle’s name because it was her detention duty to begin with and it’s his fault that he ended up taking it and getting stuck in rush hour, and getting to his mom’s nearly an hour later than he had promised.
Even after the dinner, after a nice night with his mom, he’s stuck driving back in the driving rain so it’s dark and miserable and tense and slow again and Emmett can’t help but think somehow that that’s Elle’s fault too.
It would be just like her to be able to control the weather.
Reason # 26.
He finally gets home and all he wants to do is crawl into bed but he can’t. The neighborhood is lit up like the Fourth of July with the flashing blue and red lights of several police cars. And they’re all gathered in the driveway and on the lawn next to his.
Emmett’s heart jumps up into his mouth in the moments between figuring out where all the cops are and spotting Elle’s blonde hair and pink trench coat amongst the crowd and realizing that whatever had happened, she was all right. He feels sick anyways as he gets out of his car and takes in the whole scene.There are broken windows, the front door is barely on its hinges...he can only imagine what the inside of the house must look like… How scared Elle must be if she were inside.
Reason # 27: She’s not despicable enough. He can’t stand her and yet he’s worried about her anyway. How is any of this fair?
With a slight sigh he gets out of his car, upturning the collar of his jacket against the rain and crosses over to Elle’s lawn, just to ask the police what exactly had happened.
Elle spots him before he can even get a word out and rushes over; she pulls him into a hug that lasts far too long considering they’ve only ever shaken hands before and he thinks maybe, possibly, that she might be crying onto his shoulder.
Completely unsure of what to do, Emmett uses one hand to pat Elle on the back. Once, then twice, and she pulls away before he can go for a third tap.
“Oh my god, Emmett it’s awful. I got home and someone had broken in! The house is a disaster, my things are all over the place or missing…”
“So you weren’t inside when it happened? You’re OK?”
“I’m fine.” Elle nods, crossing her arms over her chest. “Whoever it was broke in while I was at the grocery store. They were gone by the time I got back. Which is too bad because I took four years of krav maga in college and I would have been more than happy to dust off my skills if I had found the skeezy jerk who painted such a disgusting message in my room.”
It takes a second for Emmett to parse out the most important information there. “Wait, you went in the house? Before the police got here?”
“Of course! I had to see if they had taken anything.”
Reason # 28: She has positively no sense of self-preservation.
But Emmett can barely contemplate it before one of the police officers comes over, provides Elle with a rundown of what they’ve found thus far, and tells her she’ll need to find a place to stay for the night. Elle looks suddenly small again, soaked from the rain and more than a little nervous about the whole affair. His mouth and brain refuse to communicate on the matter.
“She can stay with me.”
Gaining a roommate in Elle Woods is an experience unto itself.
She critiques the contents of his shower (“Emmett, grown men do not only have a bar of soap and a bottle of Head and Shoulders to bathe themselves with”). She borrows clothes. She makes breakfast.
She makes good breakfast.
Reason # 29: She’s good at everything she tries. Who does that?
It’s actually kind of frustrating to share a living space with Elle. Because the longer Emmett is around her, the more time they spend in the same room doing their respective grading, the more conversations she drags out of him, the more cleanly scented products that seem to find their way into his bathroom, the more he realizes she’s kind of… nice. And caring. And if she does control the weather she’s probably only doing it better the world of the people around her.
Reason # 30 Elle Woods is the actual worst: She’s not the worst at all and Emmett’s going to have to admit (if only to himself) that he was, in at least a few different ways, wrong about her.
Before too long--maybe three or four days into what was going to be a one night stay--Emmett and Elle are actually sharing stories about themselves and laughing together in more than a ‘I can’t tolerate you but we’re colleagues so I’ll pretend that you’re super funny’ kind of way.
And then they start eating lunch together. Sharing a living space and being a friend to the environment (“I’ll have you know that one of my first acts when I was put in charge of my Delta Nu chapter was to get our house put on solar power. We have a responsibility to care for our planet, Emmett.”) means that they start commuting so he gets his parking space back, sort of.
“I’m glad to see you and Ms. Woods are finally working past your differences.” The headmaster says one day as he and Emmett walk out of a staff meeting where Emmett and Elle had found themselves in agreement on every issue and teaming up on more than one occasion to argue their points. “The history department, and indeed the school will be a finer place for your friendship.”
Emmett’s not entirely sure that he and Elle are friends or if they’ve finally just realized that the things they were finding annoying about each other are a little more endearing when they got to know each other, but he does know that when the repairs on Elle’s house are finished and she officially has no more excuses to stick around at his place, the morning he wakes up and there’s not a blonde doing tae bo in his living room while bacon fries in the kitchen, the house feels like something is missing.
The school year continues and at a certain point Emmett knows for certain that he and Elle are definitely friends. He would never in a million years let someone who wasn’t his friend go through his wardrobe and replace all the clothes that make him look like a quote-unquote ‘scruffy fuddy-duddy’(“Emmett, you’re a history teacher at a prep school in his thirties, the kids will take you more seriously if you don’t dress like an ivy league philosophy professor from 1973”).
This doesn’t mean he stops hating her--reason # 33: she signs every text message with a heart emoji and he’s pretty sure she actually means it--but his feelings of hate stop being that jaw-clenching, boiling sensation in his gut and start feeling a lot more… fluttery. Like someone shakes up a warm bottle of champagne and lets it explode all over him, leaving him comfortable and tingly and on edge all at the same time.
That’s what hating Elle Woods feels like now that they’re friends.
It’s a feeling that seems to grow every time she throws her head back in laughter or settles down to do some serious work, throwing on reading glasses and chewing on the end of a pen cap.
He’s not sure that he likes being friends with Elle--his inner grump doesn’t know what to do with himself now that everything she does is kind of endearing rather than being the most annoying thing on the planet--but they keep getting closer regardless. Elle has a way of doing that. Of knowing the right things to say and being adorable and actually being really helpful when he needs it. They’re constantly spending time together and as much as he hates her, he doesn’t really hate it at all.
Maybe that’s why it stings so much when Elle announces that she’ll be spending her summer break back in her home of Malibu. Because he’s gotten used to spending time with her and they’ve built a good working relationship and he had just assumed that she’d be working with him at the school’s summer program too. It’s definitely not because he’s going to miss her.
Except the more he thinks about it, the closer they get to the end of the year and the more she talks about her trip, the more Emmett starts to consider that it might be.
Reason #34: He’s going to miss her.
Well, that’s just not going to work.
Emmett’s used to having people in his life not stick around so this shouldn’t be a big deal, particularly since she’ll come back in the fall but for some reason it feels like it is. Only he can’t say anything because that definitely won’t work so he can do nothing but go back to clenching his jaw and biting his tongue whenever he’s around her. He just needs to put a little distance back between them; after all you can’t miss someone that you’re not close with so if he stops sharing with her, stops finding her jokes so funny, stops wanting to be her friend...a summer without her won’t be so bad.
“Would you stop being weird?”
Of course...Elle notices and she’s not one to keep quiet about what she notices and when they’re chaperoning prom a couple of weeks before graduation she gives him an exasperated look while they count the King and Queen Ballots.
“What?”
“Stop being so weird.” She repeats abandoning her work. “It’s been a couple of weeks and I can’t think of a single thing that I’ve done to bug you lately, and we only have a couple weeks left before I leave for the summer, so either tell me what I did so I can apologize and we can go back to the way things were or...stop acting like a butthead!”
“A butthead?” Emmett sputters over the insult, unable to believe that it’s what Elle landed on. Not even his students use such...silly benign put-downs. He’s oddly offended that she didn’t pick something better. “You think I’m a butthead?”
“I think you’ve got a lot of butthead tendencies.” She huffs. “Your stubbornness and inability to say what you’re actually thinking being two of them.”
“How do you know I don’t say what I’m thinking?”
“Because if you did, you’d tell me why you’re mad at me.”
“I’m not mad at you Elle, I’m gonna miss you!”
Oh.
Oh, she’s good. She’s really good.
Emmett doesn’t even realize what he’s said until a second or two afterwards when Elle is staring at him with her mouth hanging open.
“You’re gonna miss me?”
Angry with himself for letting the feelings he’s been trying to bury out so easily, and more than a little embarrassed because this is not the sort of thing he does or the kind of conversation he has ever but if he refers back to reason #25...it’s somehow impossible to not give in to her, Emmett feels his cheeks heat up and looks to the side at the start of his answer. “Of course I’m going to miss you. It’s actually infuriating how much I’m going to miss you. Everything you do is annoying and yet somehow adorable at the same time and it’s not fair because we were not friends and we were never going to be but you wormed your way into my life anyways and now it’s impossible to think about what my summer’s going to be like without you force-feeding me quinoa salads and buying me ties that cost more than my car payment because you think they’ll bring out my eyes and not getting to see you crinkle your nose when you get frustrated because I’m fighting you on all of that and--,”
Elle leans across the table, cupping his face in her hands. She presses her lips to his, smiling as she pulls away. “I’m gonna miss you too.”
Oh.
Oh.
Reason # 35 Emmett Forrest hates Elle Woods: He doesn’t hate her at all.
#legally blonde#fanfiction#elle woods#emmett forrest#this got away from me#a ficlet can be 2500 or so words right?#anyway#this is more based on the characterization in the musical than in the movie#because I like that emmett so much better#punintended#writing games#ficlet#?
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HERE IT IS
THE VOLO BATTLE FICLET
I say "ficlet" but it's like almost 2500 words and I've published shorter full oneshots
holy shit
anyway here you go:
Evithyan walked up to Volo in the ruins of the temple, as he had requested. When she found him he seemed to be gazing passively off into the distance.
"The temple lies in ruins now..." he said. "Columns cracked and broken.... Like pillars now turned into spears, stabbing into the heavens..."
He chuckled. "Well I detect a distinct lack of Giratina."
Evithyan raised an eyebrow. Volo raised one back.
"Hm? Is something bothering you?"
"You're acting... A little odd," said Evithyan.
Volo laughed a little too heartily. "Ah, I do beg your pardon, I must seem to be behaving strangely!"
He nodded. "I daresay you deserve to know what I'm really after by now."
"What you're really...?" said Evithyan.
"Ever since I became convinced Arceus really does exist, there has been one question that consumed my thoughts..." said Volo. "How can I meet such a being myself?"
He started pacing. "It was in an attempt to answer this question that I originally sought out Giratina and had it tear open that rift in space and time..."
Evithyan's eyes widened. "Wait, you were responsible for the Space-Time Rift? The one that brought harm to so many people in this region? The one that stranded Ingo here?!"
Yes! After all, Girratina wished to stand against Arceus. But that didn't do the trick.... So then I had you gather the fragments of the all-encompassing deity, just as the murals of the ruins directed."
"Wait, thiis was all part of some twisted scheme?!"
He ignored her. "Eighteen plates said to be the fragments of the all-encompassing deity... You hold in your hands seventeen of them. So, you must be wondering, where is the last one?"
"Admittedly I am."
Volo whipped out a purple plate "Why it's right here!:"
"Oh you had it this whole ti-"
It was then Volo threw his clothes off, revealing Arceus-like attire (and an Arceus-like hairstyle) underneath-
"Now hand over those plates you gathered! I will be the one to bring them all together!"\\
Evithyan scowled. "Never."
"Fool! My desire to meet Arceus cannot be contained any longer! I need to know what it is! I MUST know what it is! "IF I can meet Arceuis itself, then I may also be able to subjugate its power... And using that, I will attempt to create a new, better world!"
"Wait, but then you'd-"
"Of course, if I create a brand new world, this Hisui region that we currently exist in will be undone and return to nothing. You, everyone you know, and all of the Pokemon living here will vanish in an instant, as if you'd never been."
Evithyan snarled. "You're Insane. That's omnicide. That's abominable! I can't let that happen!"
Volo laughed maniacly. "Well If you want to keep this world, then face me in battle!"
He grinned, a little too widely. "Not that you have a choice. Even if you don't wish to battle me, I'm not above using force to take those plates from you."
"And I'm not above using force to turn you into a stain on the floor of these ruins."
Volo laughed and sent out a Spiritomb. Evithyan sent out owo the Clefable.
"Owo, Moonblast!"
owo giggled and fired a n orb of fey moonlight at the Spiritomb, knockinmg it out instantly.
Volo laughed. "Cute! But your victory won't come that easily."
He sent out a Roserade, who immediately retaliated with an Agile Style Spikes followed by a Poison Jab, owo recoiled and staggered backwards in paqin.
"Oof ouch owie!"
'Owo, Return! Said Evithyan, swapping her out fpr Kronosal the Dialga.
<Hmph,> said Kronosal. <I've seen madmen like you before and I bet I will again.>
He exhales a plume of fire in a Flamethrower on the Roserade. Volo momentarily shows panic and quickly supplies a Full Restore to thye Roserade.
Evithyan scowled again. "You know what? Kronosal is right. I've met someone just. Like. You."
Kronosal breathed a plume of fire again. The Roserade retaliated with another Spikes.
"He was ruthless, ambitious, didn't care how many people he killed in order to become god of his new world."
A third Flametthrower took out the Roserade. Volo scoffed and sent out a Lucario.
"I dedicated my life to trying to stop him. I gave my life trying to stop him. And while I failed at stopping him for good... I won't make the same mistake with you."
Lucario flexed its muscles with a Bulk Up. Kronosal attempted to Flamethrower it but its thick muscles blunted the effect of the flames.
Volo laughed. "You talk the talk, but can you back up those words of yours?"
Lucario lunged into Kronosal with a Bullet Punch Close Combat combo, taking him out. Evithyan flinched, but maintained her scowl.
"If you think I'm done yet you're sorely mistaken."
She sent out Biolepta.
<Guess I'm cleaning up my brother's mess again,> said Biolepta. <Tally ho!>
She breathed her own Flamethrower, finally taking the Lucario out.
"Bah!" said Volo. "Stop trying to resist!"
He sent out a Togekiss, who caused Biolepta to buckle from a Moonblast.
"I'll stop resisting when I've crushed you utterly and completely," said Evithyan.
She sent out Franziska the Alpha Overquil.
<Foolish fooling fool!> said Franziska.
She rammed into the Togekiss with her poison spines in a Barb Barrage. The Togekiss retaliated by comboing an Agile Style Moonblast into a normal Moonblast, but another ramming from the spines grounded it.
Volo snarled. "Idiot! I still have the upper hand!"
He sent out a Garchomp, who lifted the ground beneath Franziska in an Earth Power, knocking her out.
Evithyan grinned. "I see your Garchomp and raise you mine."
She sent out chadette the Alpha Garchomp.
<Aw man bro can't we resolve this peacefully?> said chadette. <Like with sports and flexing muscles at each other and stuff?>
"This man is trying to destroy the world, chadette!>
<Oh. That's bad bro. Well then. Power hug!>
She embraced the other garchomp while wreathed in dragonfire and slammed it into the ground, instantly knocking it out.
Volo stomped his foot. "Blast it! I still have one more!"
He sent out a Hisuian Arcanine, who immediately bit into chaddete with a Crunch.
<That tickles dawg!> said Chaddete.
As the Arcanine continued to chew ineffectually at chjadette with more Crunches, Evithyan fed Max Revives to Kronosal and Franziska, restoring their vitality.
Finally, Chaddete scooped up the Arcanine and slammed it straight into an Earth Power, KOing it instantly. Volo's face contorted in rage as he screamed.
"Why? Why you? Why do you have the blessing of Arceus? Why? How?!"
He stomped his foot again. "I've devoted myself to Arceus beyond any other! I worshipped it as the creator of our entire world! I bent all of my passion and interest to its study! All that time I spent pouring over the legends, everything that I've done..."
He screamed to the heavens. "You outsider! It's almost as if you were spat out of the space time rift just to get in my way!"
"Well maybe I was!" said Evithyan."Either way, I intend to see that through, regardless of YOUR life or limb!"
Volo shook his head. "No...No this isn't finished yet! Can't you feel it? The chill creeping through your veins - the eldritch presence icing your heart?"
Evithyan paused. To her horror shje felt exactly what Volo, in his mad ramblings, was describing.
Then there was an unearthly roar.
Deep shadows formed behind Volo, and from them emerged a fearasome wyrm of massive size, with gold armor plates and scarlet and gray stripes.
"Giratina! Strike her down!" yelled Volo.
Evithyan snarled. "You too would use a fallen god against me? You are really just like him! I'll KILL you!"
She sent out owo again, still battered from the last battle.
<Woah lady, chill.> said Giratina.
He disappeared into darkness and lunged from beneath owo in a Shadow Force, knocking her out.
"Ha!" said Volo. "You can't stand up to this!"
"Incorrect!" said Evithyan. "Me and my team, we're still standing! We're still fighting!"
She sent out Relina the Ursaluna.
<Hmph... Dishonorable.> said Relina. <Let me put you in your place.>
Relina tore into Giratina using an Agile Style Shadow Claw, while Evithyan quickly fed a Max Revive to owo.
<That stung dude,> said Giratina.
He spat an Agile Style Aura Sphere into Relina's face. And then another into her side.
"It'll take more than that to fell me!"
She lunged and pummeled Giratina with a Strong Style Play Rough. Giratina squirmed, but knocked her off with a third Aura Sphere, knocking her out.
"owo, get back in there!" said Evithyan.
<Sure thing uwu> said owo.
<How did you do that with your mou-> Giratina started to say, before a Moonblast hit him the face, causing him to collapse!
"Did we- " Evithyan started to say.
It was then Giratina's neck craned back in a roar, and shadows enveloped him before dissipating to reveal a new, more serpentine form.
<Time for sicko mode dudes!> he said.
"Ha!" said Volo. "Giratina won't be defeated so easily!"
"Then we'll just defeat it again!" said Evithyan.
Giratia lunged in a Shadow Force, but owo stepped out of the way, only to be hit by a second. She attempted an Agile Style moonblast but Giratina dodged in turn before ramming her with a third Shadow Force, toppling her over into a knockout.
Evithyan sent out Biolepta, who looked at Giratina with baleful eyes
<Brother, why are you doing this? Why are you working with this creep?!<
She tore the space around Giratina for a Spacial Rend. Evithyan used the distraction to feed a Max Revive to Relina, who quickly got to her feet.
Giratina scowled at Biolepta. <Our parent knows what they did sis.>
Biolepta narrowed her eyes. <Wait, is this about your->
Her sentence was cut off by Giratina sinking his tendrils into her for a Dragon Claw, causing her to scream and topple over unconscious with a thud.
"Even other gods can't stand before it!" said Volo.
"Shit... said Evithyan. "Relina, get back out there!"
"This time stay down!" said Relina.
She went for a Agile Style Play Rough, but Giratina slithered to the side. She attempted it again only to get the same result.
<I could say the same to you bruh,> said Giratina.
He unloaded a pair of Aura Spheres into her side, sending her skidding to Evithyan's feet, unconscious.
Evithyan gritted her teeth. Her options at this point were limited. She had/ to consider her options carefully.
She thought back to the one who had helped her against his maddened, frenzied sister. He could stand a chance.
"Go Kronosal!"
Kronosal was sent out, and glared at Giratina.
<Brother, I am very disappointed in you.>
<You never got my issues bro. You, parent, Palkia, Uxie, Mesprit, Azelf...>
<I love you Giratina, and I try to understand you. We all do. But it is still my duty to intervene when you make bad decisions.>
He reared up.
<And this bad decision ends now.>
HE roared, a roar that rippled through time - an Agile Style Roar Of Time even. And Giratina finally collapsed to the floor before weakly raising his head.
<I'm... I'm sorry guys...>
And he slithered weakly away into the sky, off in the distance toward the Cobalt Coastlands.
"Turning tail and running? From this puny HUMAN? Pathetic! " screamed Volo after him.: "I was the one to feed you the power you needed so you could take on Arceus! I was the one who gave you the chance to claw op[en that space time rift, driving the deity of space and the deity of time mad so that you could drag the creator from out of hiding!"
He shook his head. "How? How could this happen?! Almighty Arceus if you have any heart within you, then tell me... The blood of the ancient Sinnoh people flows in my veins, does it not? What is it, then, that you find so lacking in me?!"
"Arceus sees you're a monster." said Evithyan, brandishing Chadette's Pokeball. "Now give me one good reason I shouldn't have Chadette rip your throat out right now."
Volo kept staring, ignoring her. "Do you mean to tell me the whole world doesn't need to be remade?"
Evithyan stared, blinkfeed, and quietly lowered the Pokeball.
"I can't live with such questions..." said Volo. "I can't bear not satisfying this ache to know!"
He turned to Evithyan. "Answer me, Evithyan. Do you have some dream that propels you, as I've had?"
Evithyan thought for a bit. "...Yes. Yes I do. Bring peace and happiness to the people of this region so that I may succeed where I failed before."
"So you do..." said Volo. "Doubtless that dream of yours would never leave room for the dreams of one like me..."
"Of course not." said Evithyan, scowling.
"I am the great wielder of Pokemon. And you... You battle alongside your Pokemon." said Vaespar. "In the end, I was alone... But not you. You will fight together with Pokemon to seize whatever dreams you may have."
Evithyan paused. "Yes... My team got me here. They got me past you."
Volo sighed and walked over to Evithyan. "Here. Take it...Take the plate that started me on this path the plate I once received from Giratina. My journey is over. My story ended when I lost to you."
He handed over the Spooky Plate. Evithyan quietly put it in her bag.
"I suppose now you've gathered all of the plates said to exist in this land of Hisui," said Volo.
Suddenly something started glowing and shaking in Evithyan's bag. She reacherd in and found it was the Celestica Flute, which stretched and twisted into a strange, lumpy, ocarinba-like shape. Evithyan stared at the result in shock.
"What... What is..?"
Volo looked on in shock. "So that's... The Azure Flute/ Heh. It comes to you."
He pondered to himself. "So Arceus wishes to meet you... Of all people, you were the one.... Is that why you were brought to this world?"
Evithyan paused. "...Perhaps.I'd have to meet them myself to confirm."
Volo shook his head. "Gah! I've no desire to watch from the sidelines as Arceus comes to you! And I absolutely cannot accept a world in which you would ever manage to defeat Arceus..."
He started walking off.
"Someday I'll solve every riddle in the legends of Hisui's Pokemon. And on that day, I'll stand before Arceus at last- no, I will conquer it! No matter how many years, how many decades, how many centuries it takes me!"
As he walked off rambling into the distance, Evithyan stared after him, Azure Flute in hand.
...He's a very strange, dangerous man. But at least momentarily he saw more reason than Vaespar ever did.
...Momentarily.
...Maybe I should have killed him when I had the chance.
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Our gift to the world - Episode 1
Pairing: Pang/Wave (The Gifted/The Gifted Graduation)
Summary: Episode codas of an established Pang/Wave in The Gifted Graduation. Episode 1- Scene set at the end of the episode after The Gifted's secret meeting, and includes : A teasing Ohm, a sulking Wave and a warm Pang.
Next parts : Ep.2 / Ep.3 / Ep.4 / Ep.5 / Ep.6 / Ep. 7 / Ep. 8
Series on Ao3
Notes : Well, these two only took two episodes to pull me right in. The plan right now is to write one coda for each episode, but because I started late, you get both episodes 1 and 2 this week, so expect another one tomorrow ;)
Also, this was supposed to be short ficlets and here I am, 2500 words later with a fic that got way more emotional than I planned but you know... that’s how I roll, apparently. I’m not sure I have their voices quite down yet because they’re both so different from characters I’ve written before, but writing them, especially Wave, is so much fun, so I hope you enjoy this too :)
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Once the meeting is done and they’ve all figured out what they have to do for when the Anti-Gifted try to burn down the school, everyone spreads out and the Gifted students leave the room one by one.
Ohm and Pang remain behind, busy making sure to clean up and make any trace of the meeting which could have been left behind disappear, which Ohm apparently takes as the perfect opportunity to indulge in his favourite pastime, teasing Pang.
“So, you’re not going to go and see your boyfriend ? He was being way too silent the entire meeting and he didn’t even insult me once. That’s definitely sulking level for him,” Ohm asks him, prompting Pang to sigh in answer.
“Stop pretending like he spends all of his time insulting you. He doesn’t do that,” he replies, the ‘anymore’ left unsaid by the both of them, which Pang is grateful for.
“Ah ! Funny how you knew exactly who I was talking about,” Ohm says, goofy smile illuminating his face. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you not denying the boyfriend bit either.”
“Whatever,” Pang says with another sigh, rearranging the chairs around the table to how they usually are in the classroom, and not bothering to deny the accusation. It was true after all, and they all knew it. There was really no point in trying to hide it.
Still, with Wave not being entirely comfortable with them being open about their relationship, there was no way Pang was going to confirm anything to his nosy friend either.
“Okay, I’m going to take off,” he tells Ohm, once everything in the room seems to be in order. “Be careful on the way back to your room and make sure you don’t stay up too late searching for jokes for the podcast, we have another meeting tomorrow night.”
“Sure mom, no problem,” Ohm replies with a cheeky grin, and Pang rolls his eyes before turning away to leave the room.
“Take good care of dad for us !” Ohm shouts at his back, prompting Pang to flip him the bird, not even bothering to turn around and see his reaction.
He hears Ohm’s laugh echo in the corridor as he leaves, and can’t help the smile drawing itself on his lips at the sound. His best friend was such an idiot sometimes.
Pang makes his way through the corridors towards the dormitories, walking silently towards Wave’s dorm room instead of going to his own.
Ohm may be an idiot sometimes, but he was a perceptive one, and Wave had definitely been brooding the entire meeting, probably mad about the tape incident.
Thinking about it, Pang shakes his head and laughs out loud, getting it all out before he actually faces his drama queen of a boyfriend. He may not have been in the room when it happened, but Ohm had been very quick to fill him in on the incident, much to Wave’s dismay, if the murdering looks he sent their way were to be believed.
He quickly reaches his boyfriend’s dorm and he knocks lightly on the door, before pushing it open and making his way inside, not waiting for an invitation to do so.
Inside the room, he finds Wave exactly how he knew he would. His boyfriend who is currently sitting on the floor, tinkering with an old pocket watch, doesn’t even bother to look up at his entrance. Pang shakes his head in amusement, before closing the door behind him and making his way to sit down next to a brooding Wave.
The other boy’s eyes stay riveted on the old watch in his hands, and Pang can’t help but smile fondly at the sight of his boyfriend’s lips being in a slight pout, clearly still upset about the incident.
God, Wave could be so adorable sometimes.
Not that Pang would ever tell him that out loud, though. He does care about both his life, and his relationship after all.
After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Pang watching Wave tinker with the watch some more, Pang sighs and bumps his shoulder against his.
“So, I hear you shared a beautiful love song during the meeting earlier today,” he teases Wave, causing the other boy to turn towards him to glare, while still remaining silent.
“Come on, stop sulking. It wasn’t that big of a deal. I’m sure they’ve all forgotten about it already,” Pang tries to reassure him.
“I don’t sulk,” Wave answers back, head turning back to his lap where he starts playing with the watch again.
“Of course you don’t,” Pang says teasingly, causing Wave to huff in answer. Still, he doesn’t pull away from where their shoulders are touching each other, which Pang knows to take as progress.
“Your friends are never going to take me seriously after this,” Wave finally says, still not looking at him.
“Our friends,” Pang corrects him, more than used to repeating that particular sentence when talking with his boyfriend. “They’re our friends. And of course they take you seriously, they all know you could hack all of their phones in under a minute if you wanted to, they wouldn’t dare not take you seriously.”
“As it should be,” Wave mumbles, and Pang rolls his eyes at his answer.
“You know they only tease you because they care about you,” he tries to reassure Wave, and Wave shrugs, but doesn’t immediately deny it.
Progress, Pang thinks to himself.
“The first thing they asked me when I entered the room was why you weren’t with me,” Wave states, side-eyeing him, and Pang has to hold the laugh he can feel building.
“Wave… you know that they all know about us already, right ?”
Truly, Wave not realizing that all of their friends are already in the know about their relationship would be impossible, with how subtle they were with their questions. Still, Wave is skittish enough about the subject that Pang doesn’t want to push him.
“Only because you came back into the room with your shirt still half open,” his boyfriend says, glaring at him, and this time, Pang can’t actually hold his laughter.
“Yeah, and whose fault was that ? Who opened it up in the first place ?” he teases with a smirk, nudging Wave’s shoulder again.
“Idiot,” he hears the other boy mumble, prompting Pang to laugh harder, especially when he notices the red slightly coloring his usually unwaveringly calm boyfriend’s cheeks.
“Wave, more seriously”, he ends up saying, quieting down a little. “I won’t lie and say I understand why you don’t want them to know or why you don’t want us to be more open about this, because I don’t really understand. But I respect your choice and even if they tease sometimes, they do too.”
At the words, Wave turns towards him and stares at him, as if trying to gauge the truth in his eyes. Pang simply lets him look and smiles at him, wanting him to see how sincere he is.
After a few seconds, Wave nods and turns back towards the pocket watch still in his hands.
Being with Wave isn’t always easy. The two of them are so different, and when they first got together, Pang had needed time to get used to how skittish Wave could be anytime someone tried to get close to him, even Pang himself, or how actually phrasing his thoughts could be difficult for his genius of a boyfriend. Just like Pang knows that Wave himself has needed time to get used to a couple things about him, like understanding that Pang being friendly and open with other people didn’t make what they shared any less significant, or how Pang sometimes needed actual physical affection to be reassured that they were both in this, which doesn’t usually come naturally to Wave.
It wasn’t easy, but they made it work. And in the end, it was definitely worth it. Wave, was definitely worth it.
Deciding that his boyfriend has probably had enough emotional conversations for one night, Pang turns towards Wave and bends down to press a soft kiss to his shoulder, before he pushes himself off from the floor, getting ready to go back to his bedroom.
Before he has the time to say anything or walk towards the door, Wave hands catches his wrist. Pang looks down towards him, surprised to see Wave looking at him, the intensity of his emotions clear in his eyes.
“It’s not because I’m ashamed of you, or whatever other thought you may have in your head,” he says adamantly, as if Pang understanding that is one of the most important things to him right now.
At the words, Pang’s heart melts in his chest and he smiles softly towards his boyfriend.
“I know.”
The thought of Wave being ashamed of him never really crossed his mind, but still, it’s nice of Wave to make sure.
Like he said before, adorable.
Wave nods again, before stuttering.
“It’s just…” he tugs down on Pang’s wrist, pulling him to sit back down next to him, which he does willingly.
Once Pang is sitting cross legged next to him, Wave turns back towards the pocket watch in his hands, but he doesn’t let go of Pang’s wrist.
Knowing that his boyfriend sometimes needs time to put his thoughts in order before he can voice them, Pang sits quietly, making sure to touch Wave’s leg with his knee, offering silent comfort without pressuring him to talk.
“I know that your friends are important to you,” Wave says a minute later, finally breaking the silence. “And I know they don’t necessarily like me.”
Pang’s immediate reaction is to correct Wave on calling The Gifted his friends instead of theirs again, but before he says anything, the meaning behind Wave’s sentence hits him.
‘Their opinion matters to you, and I don’t want you to change your mind about being with me’, is what Pang reads between the lines.
God, his genius of a boyfriend can be so stupid sometimes. As if that could ever happen.
Trying to stiffen the homicidal urges he feels within him towards all the people in Wave’s life that have hurt him in the past, Pang wiggles his wrist free from where Wave is still holding it, grabbing his hand in his instead, their fingers folding easily together, before he turns fully towards Wave, giving him his full attention.
“First, that’s not true Wave. Our friends all like you. We’re all different, but we’ve been through so much together and somehow ? We fit. No one has anything against you anymore,” he starts by saying. “But more importantly, you of all people should know that I never let what other people might think stop me from doing something I actually want to do.”
Wave looks up at the words and turns towards him, studying him intensely once again with what one could read as a cold stare, but Pang recognizes as Wave’s look when he’s trying to find the answer to a particularly difficult equation. As if the idea that someone could care about him this much and that Pang actually wants to be with him in spite of what anyone else might think, is somehow unimaginable.
“And what I want is to be with you. I pick you, Wave. On purpose and over anyone else,” Pang promises, praying for Wave to see the honesty in his words and for his boyfriend to understand that he doesn’t need to protect his heart from him anymore. That Pang isn’t going anywhere.
At the words, he sees Wave nod in understanding as emotion shines in his eyes, his shoulders relaxing and dropping down, as if a weight has finally been lifted off of them. He feels a pang of guilt in his chest at the thought that that’s the idea his boyfriend has been carrying with him for the past several months and that he’s done nothing to debunk it until now, but he doesn’t have the time to dwell on it too much when Wave starts talking again.
“Ok, I believe you. You really are quite pig-headed most of the time, I should have known,” Wave finally says, the fondness in his eyes negating the harsh words coming out of his mouth, and Pang laughs while rolling his eyes. Typical Wave.
“Ever the romantic Wave,” he snorts. “More seriously, we don’t have to tell them anything. It’s between you and me. But when we do ? Know that I’ll still be there, no matter what.”
“Thank you,” his boyfriend whispers in answer after a few seconds of silence, and he feels Wave’s hand squeeze his own in gratefulness, before he lets go and turns back towards the pocket watch laying forgotten in his lap, tinkering with it once again.
“You should go back to your dorm now,” he says in his usual patronizing tone. “God knows your grades are already far from stellar, I can only imagine what they would be like with you being sleep deprived.”
Charming as always, then.
At the words, Pang playfully punches Wave’s shoulder while shaking his head, before he gets up from his position on the floor.
He ruffles Wave’s hair on his head, laughing when Wave swats his hand away, before he makes his way to the door to leave and go back to his dorm.
“Pang,” he hears Wave say behind him, causing him to turn back towards the voice and look at his boyfriend. “I pick you too. On purpose, and over anyone else.”
The sudden rush of emotions clogging his throat prevent him from answering, but they do nothing to stop the enormous smile he sends his boyfriend at hearing those words coming out of his mouth.
“Whatever. Now go,” Wave says, his cheeks blushing again, before he waves a hand towards him sending him away, causing Pang to snort again.
Like he said, Wave is worth it, he thinks, closing the door back behind him and making his way towards his own dorm room.
#pang x wave#PangWave#the gifted the series#the gifted graduation#well they did it again and pulled me in#because the possibilities for these two is two much#give me an emotionally constipated wave dealing with all of his feelings for his boyfriend#while trying to fight evil and save the younglings#I'm having so much fun with this#and I love everything they could do with this pairing if they decided to go there#tgg#the gifted: pang#the gifted: wave#emi's writing
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I feel like I am brimming with ideas and fics I want to write for TOG, but my output is SO small and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to write everything I want to??
Right now, there’s:
Two long, multi-chapter WIPs that I’ve been posting as I go: Surrender (early days Joe x Nicky - meeting the rest of the gang, getting together), and With Your Shield or on It (college sports AU). (Plus another WIP for a different fandom I’ve left neglected for months, let alone the old WIPs from years ago that I never finished)
Another Joe x Nicky fic, a House in the Cerulean Sea AU, that I wrote 2500 words of right after I finished the book in December and haven’t gotten back to
Two very thoroughly outlined JN fics (one a canonverse but scifi/future save the world adventure fic, and one a romcom rivals to lovers AU where they meet as contestants on Jeopardy!)
Several more fic ideas that I’ve thought about a bunch but don’t have a concrete outline for: A Nile-centric rowing fic, set within a few years post-canon, a JN elite athlete enemies to friends to roommates to lovers au, and a secret canon divergence fic that I’m veryyyy intrigued by
Dozens of other jotted-down fic/ficlet ideas for these characters
(plus an original project that I want to put time into!)
It’s not even necessarily an issue of time to write, it’s just that I write slowly (depending on what I’m writing and how clearly I know what I want to happen/how much research I do, I generally write from 500-1000 words an hour, though it’s nearly in final form at that point, so editing doesn’t take too long), and I find it hard to chip out a little each day - I get stuck feeling like I need a lot of time/deep focus to write, so I basically will spend hours writing one day and then not touch it for two weeks (or several months). And as a reader, I know how annoying it is to follow a fic that updates slowly/irregularly, and I want to be one of those writers who can finish a multichapter fic and then post it on a regular/reasonable basis, but I also have no self-control with the instant gratification aspect of posting fic, so I pretty much lob updates up as soon as I’ve managed to put them together.
All this is to say: anyone have any tips for having a larger, more consistent output? and if you happen to see this and are interested in any of these fics, I’d love to hear from you, because knowing there are people wanting to read definitely helps!
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Winston and Lena for Geeky =P
@madegeeky YOU ARE VERY LOVED. Also this is abbout 2500 words and thus not even really a ficlet anymore but instead
A Stopped Clock 7.5: Lighting-Up Time in London
I hope you enjoy it! All of A Stopped Clock can be found here.
It was raining in London, which you’d think Winston wouldn’t even pay attention to anymore, used to it as he was, but he still noted it. He’d had Tracer back in London two weeks, and already he’d seen improvements to her condition, and so it could rain as much as it wanted. She loved it anyway, she was a creature of the fog and mist. She was always complaining about how dry Numbani was anyhow.
The question, of course, still hung over him as to how much better she would get. Mercy had no idea, either, simply shaking her head and saying by every model she could figure, Tracer should not have survived the shock of it in the first place. Being ripped in and out of time was hard on a body, not to mention the aspects of sensory overload that the absence of time itself had on her. He tried not to think on it, too much, as the answer for him would never change as to what he would do. He would take care of Tracer, for as long as she needed, or as long as she lived, whatever came first.
Besides, it was much easier in London. The Oxtons were constantly helping, bringing over food and offering to help with cleaning and dishes and whatever else Winston and Tracer might need. Making sure Tracer’s life was as pleasant as possible was more of a group project here, and he knew no one would try to take her and put her away, and for that reason alone, rain or not, Winston felt much more at ease.
Athena’s voice rang overhead. “Parvati is at the door.”
Tracer’s cousin was a frequent visitor, a seeming palette swap of Tracer herself born a month later. Winston opened the door for her, grocery bags in hand, her long black hair swept up into a low and lazy bun that didn’t fully contain it, dark eyes glittering with mischief as she winked at Winston, deep freckles dancing across her face as she smiled that Oxton grin.
“Brought you a few essentials.” She eased past him without being invited, knowing she had no need.
Essentials, by Parvati’s measure, was likely a container of beer and cider and few frozen pizzas. Sometimes she thought ahead enough to bring some meat, or vegetables, but it was always a scattered array. In the kitchen, Parvati made Tracer look like a domestic goddess, which she was always quick to counter was reversed when something needed cleaning.
Depositing her essentials in the exact spaces Winston had imagined, a light blue bag from work still slung over her shoulder, she clapped Winston on the arm.
“‘Ow’s this romantical sort of day going for you, big guy?”
Winston looked at her, puzzled. “What?”
“‘S Valentine’s Day,” she took something out of the bag, “on that note, Teddy ‘ad me bring you these.”
They were sweet rolls, in the shape of hearts with pink frosting. Anything from Teddy’s bakery was generally a treat, but he must have remembered how much he liked these.
“Ones with raisins in, your favorite, right?”
“I,” Winston stumbled, “Yes, I love them, I, I totally forgot it was Valentine’s Day.”
Parvati gave a crackle of a laugh. “Women ‘round all of London will be crying tonight,” she saw his slight slump of the shoulder, “I’s only joking Win, why should you know what day it is, been a bit busy, you have, and that’s the bloody truth.”
“Do you have plans?” He asked setting the rolls out for later. Maybe Tracer would feel well enough to have tea.
“Intend to,” she chuckled, “but so far, not much luck.”
“Weren’t you--” He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“No need to be bashful for it, Win, wasn’t I seeing a man, you were going to ask, love, and well, true enough, I was, but I find men are a bit like fast food adverts. You see it, and you go, ‘right enough, think I’d love that!” get it ‘ome, nothing but a bit of greasy cheese stuck to some weak little patty and the ‘ole thing covered in oil, think I’d learn, but I never really do, curse of me life, it is.”
Sometimes talking to Parvati made Winston miss Tracer, in ways he could not articulate. She had the same rapid fire stream of consciousness, the same easy laugh, the same patter. She didn’t have Tracer’s quality of movement, exactly--no one did--but it was obvious they had been raised together, and it made him feel a desperate longing for Tracer to come back to him, just as she’d been.
“Should be seeing Lena,” Parvati nodded, “if you’ll excuse me, told me to come by early.”
Winston nodded as Parvati headed to the side room that had always been Tracer’s, even when Winston had first bought this place, before she’d been so badly hurt again. It was nice that people came to see her, and her family seemed patient with the idea that she didn’t really talk too much, still, or that she needed a bit of quiet and calm. In all, he supposed, they were both very lucky. The Oxtons had taken him in like a stray, given them his last name and told him to say no more about it.
There were plenty of things he needed to do today. He had to try and get everything together to start advertising his repair business. It wasn’t glamourous, but he could fix nearly anything, technology wise, and so what if it was cell phones and laptops and not high-end equipment? He’d made his interest known to the British government, thinking they might have need of his particular skills, but of course, with Overwatch crumbling, they were keeping their distance.
So, cell phones and laptops it was, no job too big or too small for your friendly repairape. It would be enough to get them by, with her family’s help, and he could do it from home, so she could be cared for, and so Winston didn’t really care that it was somewhat of a stepdown from the cutting edge work he’d been doing. Maybe there would be enough time to tinker, and that would be nice. He’d always liked that.
Valentine’s Day. It was strange to think that a day devoted to love might mean anything to him at all, and he would have convinced himself he didn’t care, when he was younger, before he’d had any sort of a family to call his own. And now he was getting sweet rolls from someone who owed him nothing, and he had completely failed to reciprocate.
Teddy wouldn’t hold it against him. It wasn’t in his nature, and the two of them had always had a bit of a kinship, being giant, quiet marshmallows folded into a family of tiny spitfires.
Maybe he would see about getting dinner delivered for him and Tracer, something special. Whether she was seeing someone or wasn’t, Tracer had always made a special point of doing something with the two of them for Palentine’s Day, her own giggling inclusion to a romantic holiday that allowed space for the people she loved in all the other ways. Maybe Italian? Their favorite was always Chinese, and sometimes Indian, but Valentine’s Day was a special holiday and so he wanted to get something special. If she was feeling up to it, maybe they could watch a movie together.
Nothing too much--Mercy had recommend Tracer not drink on the medicine she’d prescribed, and he never wanted to make Tracer feel bad for forgetting, she’d been trying to get well, of course she wouldn’t pay the day any mind--but just something, so Tracer would know he still felt himself lucky to have a friend like her.
Yes, he resolved, that would be a nice quiet Valentine’s Day between them, and that would be just lovely.
His thoughts were disturbed by the sound of Parvati calling goodbye to Tracer, shutting the doors quietly behind her as she swung back around to where WInston sat. It had been nearly an hour, that he’d been sitting there just daydreaming, he realized, and had gotten so little of the work he’d meant to accomplished.
“Seems pretty well today,” Parvati nodded to him, “minute by minute, sun comes back up, don’t it?”
He envied the Oxtons their easy faith in resilience. It was not that they believed things would work out, so much as they believed they could recover from them. East end flattened in the Omnic crisis? Always did hate that pub, opportunity for something better to go in. Tracer ripped out of time? Well, she was always a strong little thing, she’ll come right. Someone you love has died? We’ll all live the harder for them, say their name over a beer. They were born with sunshine and steel in their spines, and he adored them.
“She’s getting better,” he nodded.
“Course she is,” Parvati shifted her bag onto her shoulder, “told her the plans for me birthday, and she’d be barmy to miss that, love, and you as well, Win, you never come out and you should.”
“Parvati, that’s not until September.”
“Right,” she giggled, “but I know you, Win, and it’ll take you the ‘ole seven months to talk yourself into it. Oh! And Lena’s wanting to see you as well, likely to tell you all about me birthday plans.”
She had a small point, but he refused to concede it, instead scowling playfully and waving her off. Parvati chuckled as she tied her shoes and headed out the door into the damp and grey of a cool London day, flicking open her umbrella with a flourish as the door closed behind her.
Winston closed the lid of his laptop. There was no way he was going to get anything done until he’d spoken to Tracer and made sure she didn’t need anything, anyhow. Maybe he could come back to it with fresh eyes and get a little more done. Tracer would be excited, he hoped, for their dinner plans. He would suggest she order whatever she liked, and as much of it as she wanted. She was eating a little better, in the past few days, but it was still a worry of his. There was only so many times he cared to have an argument about whether or not she needed a nutrition shake.
He lumbered quietly into her bedroom, decorated with pictures of her family and friends, little drawings by some of the smaller Oxtons, and postcards from some of the scattered Overwatch folks who cared enough to hope she got well. Tracer herself was leaned against a large pile of pillows, looking out the window at the drizzle and the pigeons huddling under the eave of the house for warmth. She still carried the pallor she would carry for months, and there was a quality of fragility about her that seemed so out of character no matter how long it persisted, but her sweater was brightly colored, and when she saw Winston come in she smiled brightly, and pushed herself to sit up.
“Win.” Her voice was a bit quiet, but warm and bright.
He settled in next to her bed. When he sat on the floor, they were nearly nose to nose, and Tracer seemed to appreciate it, at least until she could easily climb on his shoulder again.
“Parvati said you’re feeling good today.” He nodded as if that extra emphasis would make it true.
“I think so!” She looked back out the window again, “‘ope the pigeons are staying warm, but I must be honest, missed this in Numbani.”
She touched the window, and the cold ran through her for a moment. Her body jumped and she gave a small whimper, hanging her head and closing her eyes.
He reached out and put his hand on her leg, almost without thinking about it, his touch heavy and gentle. Tracer put her hand on Winston’s and they sat there for a moment, Tracer taking a few deep breaths before she opened her eyes.
“Don’t always think.” She managed a small smile.
“I was thinking,” he kept his voice soft, “tonight, for dinner, it’s Valentine’s Day--I,I forgot too, so don’t”
“Oh Win, but I didn’t forget!” She leaned forward excitedly, nearly jumping toward him, which itself was a bit too much, and she had to brace herself on the edge of the bed for a few quiet seconds.
Don’t be a worrywart, Winston, he reminded himself, she hates that. She’s testing things because she’s feeling so much better. That’s good. She’s fighting. She’s winning. Just takes time.
“I didn’t forget,” she continued, nodding slowly, “I got you something. It isn’t very much, really, but I made Parvati ‘elp.”
She turned to her little bedside table and took out a card. The red envelope had a few heart stickers on it, and in clumsy, difficult handwriting, it said “To Win. I love you. Lena.”
“Still shaking a bit,” she looked down at it, “not as pretty as it might be.”
He took it from her trembling hands, trying not to show how overwhelmed he was by the quality of her love, even after knowing her for these last few years. A few weeks ago, she had been barely able to speak, hardly able to be touched, and here she was, thinking about Winston on a silly side holiday.
Winston ran his hand over the envelope. It almost seemed too much to open. How hard must it have been for her to write? Every letter she would have struggled through was an I love you, and he wasn’t sure he could bear it.
“I didn’t do anything for you.”
She gave a chuff. “Think we can both agree that’s a bloody lie.”
He looked up at her. “I thought maybe I would get us some Italian. Have a little date for the two of us, watch a movie?”
“Oh Win, I’d love to!” she reached out slowly, resting her head on his shoulder. “I love you. Happy Palentine’s Day, love.”
Her eyes held that glimmer he’d always known, and he felt the sunrise Parvati had mentioned.
There were so many things Winston could not control. The rain in London. The market for mobile repair. Whether Tracer would ever fully recover. But he could do this. He would make a nice cozy spot on the couch for the two of them, two little Valentines safe and sound. He would get them rich, thick pastas, and play some sappy movie.
He may not be able to fix her, but he could love her, and be loved by her, and today, that was enough.
#HON HON HON#Valentine's Day Ficlets#I finally get to introduce you all to Parvati#who I have known for nearly two years#but never really had cause to introduce#except in passing#so#I hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun writing this one#obviously#since it got out of hand#thoughtfulfuri
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2019 Writing Summary
This was one heck of a year for me writing-wise. While HeroAca remained my main fandom, I stepped out of that comfort zone and into a bunch of different ones as well and it was a lot of fun ^^! The list is quite extensive so let’s just jump right in:
Black Clover
Lu//Gna
Of Course It's You (3529 words)
First (3255 words) E
Yuno//Asu//Leo
Rivals and Boyfriends (5308 words)
Yuno's Crisis (3500 words)
Memory Lane (7389 words)
Tiny (3573 words)
Zora//Fin
Just One Drink (5511 words)
Weekend Getaway (5122 words) E
Salmon Rice Balls (2500 words)
Breathtaking (2500 words)
Out of Order (4069 words) E
One Perfect Guy (4281 words)
Different Waters (8145 words)
Happily (N)ever After (7067 words)
In the Moment (17670 words)
Multi-ship
Black Clover Drabbles (6252 words)
Double Date (3500 words)
Bungo Stray Dogs
Ran//Poe
Emeralds and Raven Feathers (7758 words)
Rivals' Day Out (2500 words)
Sherry & Sweet Nothings (4891 words) E
A New Rivalry (6000 words)
The Spoiled Prince (15182 words)
Watermelon Kiss (4080 words)
As Long as I can Hold Your Hand (6223 words)
Ran//Poe//Chu
Strawberry Daiquiris (4170 words) E
Pillows (2500 words)
Given - Aki//Haru
A Gift is Worth a Thousand Kisses (4064 words)
Walking Disaster (2500 words)
Hungry Eyes (7000 words) M
Then He Kissed Me (2500 words)
Look What The Cat Dragged In (3000 words)
I Only Have Eyes For You (3617 words)
Good Omens - Ineffable Hubbys
Be All My Sins Remembered (43496 words)
What's in a Name? (3587 words)
To Be or Not to Be (4000 words)
Bored Gamenight (4000 words)
Kingdom Hearts - Aku//Sai
Irresistible (3420 words) E
One Hour Later (3866 words) E
Morning Routine (2500 words)
My Hero Academia
Baku//Shin
Dusk Till Dawn (27857 words) M
Because You Loved Me (4103 words)
Dabi//Hawks
Bad Habits (6367 words)
DabiHawks Wk Ficlets (3268 words)
The Early Bird Needs Caffeine (5190 words)
Sweet on You (5776 words)
Dave//Might
California Smash (2500 words) E
Mister Fahrenheit (2500 words)
Careful and Calculated (5747 words) M
What's Mine is Yours (3290 words)
Sentimental Old Fools (4146 words)
Kiri//Kami
A Little Cheese (6350 words)
Smitten (3448 words)
The Spy Who Loves Me (20292 words)
Sparks (4270 words)
Velvet Daydream (9000 words)
Pretty in Pink (3442 words) E
Twelve Days of Christmas (15013 words)
Kuro//Yami
Whispers in the Dark (6050 words)
Birthdayween (8573 words)
Shin//Todo//Baku//Deku
Kittens, Coffee, and Kisses (2500 words)
Todo//Baku
An Apple A Day (35649 words)
Todo//Baku//Deku
Masquerade (5952 words)
Adventure Awaits (6690 words)
Todo//Shin
Amethyst (13257 words)
The Wishing Fountain (13727 words)
Eyes Like Eternity (4608 words)
Multi-ship
Double Date (5789 words)
Superspying (3003 words)
Ryukyu x Mirko x Fuyumi
Made With Love (2574 words)
Nezha - Ou//Bing
Someone Important (3688 words)
Your Hands on Me (2921 words) E
By Your Side (4278 words)
Teenage Dream (8832 words) M
A Match Made on Campus (12668 words)
Total fic count: 74
Total word count: 507,343
First fic of the year:
Dusk Till Dawn (BkShn)
Last fic of the year:
I Only Have Eyes For You (AkHru) -this one is the last fic of the decade too :o
Ship you wrote the most fics for:
Zora/Fin.... wow thats actually a surprise hehe. I did fall hard and fast for that pair... there was no turning back whoops X3
Did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted:
More for sure. A heck of a lot more for new fandoms, too. I wanted to branch out a bit and wowee did I go for it haha
What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year:
God... I wrote for so many new things it’s hard to say. It could pretty much be any of them. Though I suppose Kingdom Hearts was a big surprise. Didn’t think the new game would give me so many feels about my boy AND provide him with so much canon content involving his grumpy hubby wrow.
Personal favorite fic this year:
You absolutely cannot be serious. Choose one of 70+ fics? Not happening. That being said, I do have quite a large amount of feelings for HeroAca’s An Apple A Day and Velvet Daydream, BlkClv’s In the Moment, BSD’s The Spoiled Prince
Fic with most kudos:
Be All My Sins Remembered (Good Omens)
Underrated pairing that that the fandom is sleeping on:
As usual my first thought is KrKm because I see firsthand just how they’re treated. There’s also Kuro/Yami and Dave/Might, two excellent ships that deserve a heckton of a lot more attention. Actually, Todo/Shin as well... not to mention every single one of my Blk Clv ships... the Given and Nezha fandoms are so small it feels like people are sleeping on those ships too... hmm... just gonna go ahead and say if I’ve written about the pairing they deserve more love XD
Sexiest fic:
sdghgfdfgf idk -runs-
Saddest fic:
Sentimental Old Fools really hit hard with that emotional hurt/comfort... but so did Happily (N)ever After T_T
Funniest fic:
Superspying.... tapped into fanon Hawks for that one... what a ride lmao
Longest fic:
Be All My Sins Remembered (Good Omens)
Shortest fic:
The ten fics across different fandoms that I specifically wrote to be 2500 words each
Fluffiest fic:
Kittens, Coffee, and Kisses, Look What The Cat Dragged In, and Salmon Riceballs, are all about the characters interacting with kittens so... I suppose those are literally fluffy!
Number of multichap fics:
8
Fic that fought you every step of the way:
Nothing, really. I struggled about the normal amount for everything as far as I can recall. Though I did lose inspiration mid-fic a couple times. I always found it again, no worries XD
Trope or AU you wrote more than once:
Fantasy AU... it remains my favorite thing to write across all fandoms
Top 5 “Additional Tags”:
Aged Up Characters, Mild Language, Fluff, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Fantasy ........ yep that checks out X3
Fic that ended up completely different than you thought it would:
A Match Made on Campus. The whole story was really different when I decided I wanted to write a College AU. It was actually told from Aobing’s POV in the initial notes. I changed that since my High School AU was such. Nezha took over and I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.
Did you write any polyship fics this year:
Yep! 9 across three fandoms!
Writing goals for next year:
1. Get better at it
2. Introduce others to the beauty of the things I ship through heartwarming tales
3. Actively seek out collabs and/or trades
Random fact:
I wrote four zine fics this year too o.o
#2019 writing summary#long post#what a crazy year it was... so much fandom hopping pfft#clover rambles;#see you next year dudes
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A Diamond in the Rough (And the Spinarak)
Rating: Teen/Gen
Paring: None
Word Count: 2500
Summary: A couple of Team Rocket grunts guard what might be their most valuable pokemon of all, as they hold down the Radio Tower.
Notes: For @nonotlikeaustralia of course, because she thought I wouldn’t write an absolutely serious ficlet for a Pokemon OC I made when I was 9.
“Arceus above, I hate bugs.” The black-clad man peered in through the narrow spaces of the bars, at the small spider pokemon scurrying around inside. It noticed his face so close and let out a hiss, clicking its mandibles at him as it backed away. “Remind me why we can’t just dump this thing outside? I’m pretty sure no trainer in their right mind is coming to look for it.”
“You’d be surprised.” His partner didn’t bother looking at him, his gaze shifting between each of the entrances leading out to a separate stairwell. Although most foolish trainers or police looking to free the radio tower would come from below, he didn’t want to rule out the possibility of an attack from the roof. That was why his pay was higher than his bug hating partner’s, despite the fact that they were both grunts.
“Crazy.” Shaking his head, the first grunt banged his hand against the side of the cage, causing the green pokemon to scuttle around the inside with frightened warning shrieks. “Hey, you, you’re lucky we got orders from the boss, or else I’d use you as food for my zubat—ack!”
He’d barely gotten the words out when the pokemon apparently had enough of the torment. It rushed him, the venomous point on the top of its head boring straight for him. Fortunately for him, his reflexes were just fast enough for him to tear his hand away and fall back away from the cage, flat on his rear end. His partner snickered at the display, a huge sneer plain on his face. The senior grunt didn’t bother hiding his mirth at his partner’s misfortune.
It was the idiot’s own fault if he got himself poisoned anyway.
“Don’t laugh!” Idiot didn’t seem to agree that he’d deserved the attack, glaring up at him from the floor. “Spinarak are poisonous! It could’ve killed me!”
“Venomous, actually.” He couldn’t resist the urge to be pedantic, especially not when it gained such a dumbfounded expression from his partner. “You’d probably be fine if you ate it.”
“What? Who said anything about eating it?”
“You did, apparently. Poisonous implies that you ingested it, venomous that you were stung or something by it. Not that I’d expect you to understand.”
The idiot still didn’t seem to understand, letting out a huff as he pulled himself back up onto his feet. “Whatever, who cares? Venomous this, poisonous that, it doesn’t matter if it’s still trying to kill me!”
At that point, it was probably time for the senior grunt to take the high road. There was no sense in continuing the conversation, and he’d gotten all the satisfaction that he imagined he could get. Thus, with a smirk, he turned back to watching the shadowy corridors, content for now to let the topic slide and continue their guarding of the strange Spinarak, a pokemon that might as well have been just a normal bug type if not for the strange markings on his back—rather, of the lack of such markings. Any moron could see that it was a special pokemon.
Except this moron apparently. His idiot partner pulled a tiny capsule from his pocket, allowing the pokeball to fill out into its full size in his hand.
“You know what? I’m going to knock this thing out and then it won’t be any problem for us at all! Go, Zu—!”
He spun around, grabbing his partner’s pokeball arm in a flash. Before the moron could throw and release his pokemon, he forced the arm back down to his side.
“You idiot!” he hissed, piercing the other’s eyes with his own glare. “Don’t you even realize that this thing is valuable? And if you knock it out or kill it, we’re going to have to revive it and waste all the time where it could be sitting in that cage making its silk for us?”
Nothing lit up behind the idiot’s dull eyes—no comprehension or even a tiny inkling of understanding what a terrible idea he’d been about to act on. “No? Why do we care about something that comes out of a bug pokemon’s butt? Any spinarak in the forest can make silk, we don’t need some trainer’s pokemon. We can catch a million of them no problem!”
“Because. It’s not a trainer’s pokemon.” When there was still no understanding, he had to resist the overwhelming urge to groan. Did he have to spell out everything for his partner? “It’s an experiment. Don’t you see its back?”
They both turned their heads to look at the spinarak. It was climbing the barred wall opposite of them, each of its six spindly legs sticking to the metal with whatever adhesive it secreted in its body. Which gave them a clear view of its back, a solid green that wasn’t like any other Spinarak in existence. Not to their knowledge, anyway. And even if his idiot of a partner didn’t understand the significance of that, a great senior grunt such as him knew a thing or two about what the scientists of Team Rocket worked on in their spare time.
“Yeah…” Finally his partner seemed to be getting the idea that there was something with the Spinarak that didn’t meet the eye, even if he didn’t fully understand the reason for it. “What about it?”
“This Spinarak doesn’t spin silk. Not like just any old Spinarak. This would has been genetically altered with the type of elements and minerals inside its body to produce diamond silk.”
“…What?” He didn’t seem particularly impressed by the explanation. Not that the senior grunt could blame him. Most dullards didn’t understand the complicated science-y stuff that went into the experiments.
Neither did he incidentally. All that talk about elements and molecules and atomic structure was lost on him. He’d left school at the average age of ten, and joined team rocket just four years later, so he didn’t know what any of that was all about. What he did understand, however, was the fact that the Spinarak was incredibly valuable to all of them—and they’d never want for funds again with a diamond-spinning pokemon.
Never again would be be relegated to petty theft just to get enough money to eat or to garnish his wages or to help out the cause. Now he could move on to bigger and better things.
Like regular theft.
“The stuff that comes from that ‘some pokemon’ butt,” he finished with to his wide-eyed partner, “is important to the entire team as a whole.”
For a good minute, said partner didn’t speak. He opened his mouth, closed it again, and then continued to gape like some star-stricken goldeen looking up at a freshly evolved magikarp it’d been picking on until that moment. Satisfied that his point sunk in, the senior partner crossed his arms and went back to his watch.
There’d be no stupid fights and knockouts with precious cargo today.
Instead of going back to watching with him, the stupid grunt turned back to the cage, staring at the Spinarak as it clicked threateningly at him. It was a bluff—the pokemon could do nothing when it was trapped in a box as it was, and they were both safely on the outside of it. He ignored his awed partner, grateful at least for the silence it provided him. Really, only one of them needed to keep watch anyway, and he’d use this as leverage when he wanted to get some good sleep and blackmail his partner into taking over for the entire night.
The silence didn’t last, much to his chagrin. “So, like. Why is it here? And not in some underground vault locked away? What if some kid comes in and trips over it and frees it, and then he’s the one with the diamond spinning Spinarak and not us?”
It was a good point, actually, but he wasn’t about to admit that. He scoffed, arms tightening over his chest as he refused to even make eye contact with his partner. “I don’t know, who cares. Orders are to guard it and the Radio Tower from anyone who comes in. The superiors probably have a reason for it, but they don’t have to tell a couple of grunts about it.”
“Right. Sure.” Although he didn’t sound convinced, it was dropped, and they fell back into silence.
Now it was the senior’s partner to be uncomfortable with the silence. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t like his partner was pursuing the point, or even like he acted smug about making a point that he couldn’t counter. But he couldn’t resist the overpowering urge to speak again anyway. Just to make sure he had the last word, as petty as he knew it was.
“Anyway, no one is going to storm the Radio Tower. There’s a ton of us in here! It’ll take a whole army to take it back from us, and the moment we see a whole army coming we’ll take the Spinarak and we’ll be out of here!”
Alright. Now he was done.
“You’re right, of course.” Even while his partner agreed with him, it somehow still felt as if he was being mocked. It grated on his nerves even more than the clicking and hissing and scuttling from the bug pokemon they guarded. “I just wonder if—wait, what was that?”
Both of them had heard it, the distant sound of a door opening and then falling shut, the noise echoing up at them through the corridor on the right. It was probably just another shift coming up from the lower floors to relieve them for the day, but still the pair of Rocket Grunts tensed. Surely it was too early for that to happen? Yet neither of them dared to even look down at their watches, two sets of eyes trained on the entryway as they heard the faint sound of footsteps. Louder and louder, approaching them.
A head of blue hair appeared in the room.
“Hey kid!” The newer partner was the one two speak up, shooting the girl who’d walked in a nasty look. “This isn’t the place for you. You better get out of here if you don’t want some trouble.”
What an idiot. Perhaps on the very first few floors they could excuse some child wandering in and making their way up. Several flights up, however, with no opposition? Impossible. The senior partner could tell that it was no accident that the girl had made it up so far.
And it showed in her eyes, when she turned a determined look onto the grunt who had spoken. She said nothing, but a pokeball had found its way into her grip and her answer was clear.
“Tch.” If his stupid partner was going to go the forgiving, merciful chances route, he sure was not. He pulled out his pokemon—his pride and joy, his growlithe that had been gifted to him after years of loyalty. And that honor hadn’t been bestowed upon him because he was hesitant to fight a kid. “You think you can take on Team Rocket? You’ve got another thing coming, you dumb little kid. You should’ve just let the adults take care of this one—go, Growlithe!”
Without a word, the girl sent out a pokemon of her own, some blue crocodile kind of species that he’d never seen before with sharp protruding canines. It was intimidating, for sure, and his own pokemon shuddered and seemed hesitant to go into battle with it, but looks meant nothing. The weird pokemon could be the scariest looking thing in the world, and turn out to be the weakest.
He believed in his Growlithe.
And so their battle began.
……
And then ended, too soon.
The thing had been a water type, as it turned out. Not that he had any pokemon to switch out to, but it had wiped his growlithe out with just a few water guns, and he couldn’t stop the growl that ripped out of his throat as he returned his pokemon to its ball. Crap. This wasn’t good. His partner had no chance of winning, not with his lowly Zubat.
They had to get the Spinarak out of there, quick.
“Hold the kid off! I’m taking the pokemon up to the roof!” he snapped at his partner already lifting the cage into his arms.
“What? What, no!” The idiot decided that it was a good time to argue with him. He wanted to throttle the man, but he needed to keep his cool. Later. They needed each other right now.
“I don’t have a pokemon to fight with! You do! Just hang on and hold her back so I can get it out of here!” he said, backing up away.
The girl watched him, her eyes darting from his face to the Spinarak in the cage and back again. She seemed to be calculating, probably trying to figure out a way to cut him off and ignore his partner. Unfortunately for her, and lucky for him, the Zubat was released from the ball. Their battle was initiated, and his partner wouldn’t allow her to turn her attention away from him.
Perfect. At last they were properly working together. He turned from the battle that ensued before him, making a quick escape to the stairs that went up. All he had to do was get to the roof, and a helicopter would pick him up and then…
A sharp sting in his chest derailed all his thoughts.
With a shaky horror, he looked down at the cage to see the Spinarak, where the cage was cradled against his chest, had taken the opportunity to strike. The horn on its head had pierced him. It stung him, and he could feel the venom he’d just lectured his partner about flood his system.
Or maybe that was just adrenaline. It hardly mattered, when he could already feel the strength fleeing his body and his vision blurred.
He crumpled to the ground, and the cage clattered out of his arms with the Spinarak shrieking inside of it. Good. The awful little creature; he hoped that it died. Just like he was sure to die now that he’d been stung.
Someone approached. A little spray medicine was dropped into his lap. His brain vaguely told him that it was an Antidote. He looked up to see the blue haired girl standing over him, giving him a worried look for just a moment before she turned to the fallen cage. The grunt watched as she picked it up, murmuring some kind of reassurances to it in a soothing tone, and as he applied the antidote to his wound he watched the girl walk right out of the floor from whence she’d came. With their most valuable pokemon in her arms.
Curses. Curse that girl all to hell, and his partner that she’d wiped out so quickly as well.
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hit me with your best shot
summary: there’s supposed to be a moment when things just click and it’s obvious you’re drift compatible: maybe it’s in the drift, maybe it’s in the mess, maybe it’s talking, but it’s there. for gon, it hits him like a blow to the face. because that’s what it is. it’s a blow to the face.
notes: uh yeah happy pacific rim day, here’s a ficlet about boys who hit each other in the face in the name of partnership and stuff. welcome to jaeger x hunter (because jaeger means hunter, and–look it’s a pun). killugon (well, pre-killugon.), pacific rim au, 2500 words.
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It feels like it’s been ages since they started training. At least, the Jaeger Academy officials call it training. And there is some of that: workouts that leave Gon an exhausted pile of trembling limbs on the floor, written exams on engineering and ocean biology and urban geography and math (those Gon has to take again). All some variation on the training soldiers ran at the refugee camps for islanders, something to keep kids and teenagers busy and maybe set them on track to join whichever military has been order to keep the camps in order. Almost everyone who started the program has dropped out, left in the dust by 14 hour workouts or 10 hour welding sessions.
But “training” is more than that. Gon’s noticed most people try to be standoffish, ignoring his attempts to be friendly. And that’s okay, too. Not everyone wants to open up. There are a few who have—Leorio, who is sticking through because he might already be a doctor but he wants it to mean something more than loans and patch jobs for the wealthy; Kurapika, who’s kind and amazing and skilled but refuses to say where they’re from and sometimes seems so cold. But for the most part, many of the trainees that have stuck around seem more determined to prove themselves than to reach out for others.
Gon doesn’t like that. He might be the youngest person here, but even he knows that piloting a jaeger means piloting with a partner. Someone you trust, or love. Why keep to yourself when, if everything goes right, you’re going to have to trust everything you have to someone else?
They’ve been put together with the rest of the remaining trainees, a scattering of people Gon’s never seen before outside of brief glimpses in the mess. Most of them will probably make it into the program in some capacity, just like the people in Gon’s. And Gon’s already been approached by different staff, seeing if he wants a position in Outreach or Engineering, or once by a marine biologist named Dr. Mackernasy who wanted Gon’s help with recovering island wildlife. They’re good jobs, ones that would let Gon earn money and find a safer spot for Aunt Mito than the camps she’s living in now.
But they’re not what Gon wants. Gon wants to be a jaeger pilot, just like his dad. Just like Kite. He doesn’t want to save the world—or well, he doesn’t not want to save the world: Aunt Mito does live here and so do Gon’s friends—but it’s more important he find Ging, show Ging that Whale Island is still alive even if it’s only swamp and ruins now.
“Next!”
Their newest training instructor is Biscuit Krueger, an imposing blonde woman as tall as Leorio who looks strong enough to bench press a whole jaeger and dressed in pink ruffles that can’t possibly be good for combat. She tosses a wooden stick at Gon with a little too much force. He catches it but rather than heading out to the mat, turns towards his friends, one who’s standing and the other who dropped off the bench to melt onto the tiled floor. “Are you okay, Leorio?”
“He’s fine,” Kurapika says. Their staff leans against Leorio’s shoulder, almost like they’re not using it to support the both of them. They did much better than Leorio, who was all flailing limbs and brute strength and had been knocked off the mats twice, but their partner had still landed a few blows. There’s a particularly nasty bruise just over their eye, peeking out from beneath blond bangs.
Gon frowns. “Are you sure?”
“Mmmghnffsl,” Leorio says. His whole upper body is covered in a series of bruises and small cuts, and Gon’s pretty sure his legs are just as bad. At least Kurapika’d been smart enough to ask for his glasses first. “’m fine. Lemme at em.”
Kurapika stifles a laugh and pokes Leorio with their stick again. He doesn’t even move except to groan again.
A smooth wooden stick gives Gon a sharp poke to the back of his head. He spins back to the ring, holding the growing lump and glaring at the boy who’d poked him. “Hey!”
“Hey dumbass. We don’t have all day,” the holder of the stick drawls, crouched on the side of the raised mats. “You want me to kick your ass or you going back home?” Messy white hair poofs and curls in a mess and casting shadows across his face, but it’s easy to make out a bored-looking scowl. He bounces his stick against the shoulder of his uniform tank top, pale arms streamlined and strong. It doesn’t look like anyone’s landed a hit on him yet.
Gon feels a grin grow. No one’s managed to hit him yet, either. “Yeah!” he says, and hops up onto the mat.
“You want me to kick your ass,” the other boy says flatly.
“Well, I don’t think you will, not in a fight like this,” Gon says, and his sparring partner bristles in challenge.
“It’s a spar, not a fight!” Bisky says, hands on her hips. “This will determine who moves on to the next round and who goes home. Take it seriously.”
“Sure, hag,” the other boy says, and ignores how the trainer glares murder into his skull. He can’t be much older than Gon, eyebrow raised slightly as he falls into a stance. “How old are you?”
“Si—eighteen,” Gon says, copying his opponent’s movement. He’s still not used to fighting with staffs, least of all when he’s trying to remember he’s supposed to be older than he says he is. But his new sparring partner’s movement is like a fish swimming, born knowing how to move and shift smooth and quick.
The boy’s eyebrow inches a little further up. “Me too,” he says. Gon’s pretty sure he’s lying. He’s not sure how he knows—he doesn’t dart his eyes away from Gon’s like Aunt Mito, and he doesn’t twitch like Leorio. It’s more…a moment of relief, like right after you pull the covers over your head and pretend there aren’t any monsters. It’s a pretty flimsy relief.
Gon lets it slide. He can ask later. Not least because Bisky calls, sharper than usual, “Open spar. This is a test of your abilities and your readiness. Ready?”
The grin on Gon’s face widens, and the other teenager tightens his grip on his staff. There’s something wild dancing in Gon’s veins, the excitement before a good fight or when a good fish in on the line. “You ready to go? I don’t want to hurt you too badly,” he says.
The other teenager’s eyebrows snap back down, the flimsy relief replaced with fire. “I’d like to see you try.”
“I will dump both of you out on your asses if you refuse to take this seriously!” Bisky snaps. “Now, go!”
Gon taps his staff once against the other boy’s, acknowledging the start of the match, and immediately flattens out against the mat to avoid the other side of the staff whipping up at his head. It’s fast, but the movement leaves the boy open to Gon sweeping out with his leg aimed right at his knee. He jumps over Gon, and Gon slides across the mat, using his own staff to launch himself back up to his feet with time to block the next blow and slide right into a strike of his own. It misses, but only barely, and Gon flicks the back of his staff up towards the other boy’s nose. He hears a hiss of a curse and can practically feel the staff slice through white curls as the boy bends himself in half to avoid the hit. But rather than backing away like Gon expects, he snaps the staff around his back, spinning it across the top of his shoulders fast enough to bring it lancing towards Gon’s face again.
Gon only barely gets his staff back up in time, catching the boy’s attack with the top of his staff and shoving as hard as he can. They both stumble away from each other, Gon sliding his bare feet across the mat. Gon grins. The other boy is taller, but Gon’s got more muscle, is more solid and stable to the ground. It’s already a good match, better than Gon can remember. And… “That was so cool!” he says.
The other boy’s staff jabs at him, and Gon does his best to block it away. “I’m fighting you,” he says, exasperated, and brings his staff up in a flurry of blows: up down down side up side down. Gon catches them all, the sound of wood sticks clacking against each other almost drowned out by the sturdy feeling of the blows in his hands.
“And it was super cool!” Gon says again, grin wide. The boy jerks his head back, blinking rapidly. It’s like no one’s every called him cool before, which doesn’t make any sense at all to Gon. But it’s the opening he needs, and he presses forward, catching their staffs together and using his shorter center of balance to flip his sparring partner over his hip.
The other boy goes flying, but rather than smashing to the mats and laying there, he rolls on top of his staff and brings it up to catch Gon across the jaw.
Bisky calls something, probably a score, and Gon can make out Leorio and Kurapika’s voices in the sudden roar of the other applicants, but it’s not as important as the smile making its way across the other boy’s face as they reset, just out of each other’s reach and breathing hard. “My name’s Killua,” he says.
“I’m Gon!” he says. Rather than reach a hand out in greeting, Killua changes his how he’s holding his staff, tucked against his side like it’s a sheathed sword. Gon hasn’t seen this before, but it doesn’t stop him from shifting his own grip into a stance Kite taught him when he was barely old enough to know how important defending himself was, and certainly not a position to take against a sparring partner. Every single one of his nerves is on fire, and Killua’s grinning, and Gon has a feeling he knows exactly what is about to happen.
“You still think you can take me?” Killua says, and bounces forward in an obvious feint.
Gon doesn’t budge except to smile widely. “I know I can.” He flicks his staff at the side of Killua’s head, and Killua doesn’t move either. “You think you can keep up with me?”
Killua’s eyes flash. “Try and stop me.”
This time, Gon is the one with the first attack, foot serving as a pivot to whip his staff at Killua’s middle. Almost before he’s finished the movement, Killua’s flowing away, jabbing out twice before circling the staff back around. The blow glances off of Gon’s staff and ricochets past his ear, hard enough to make his teeth ache. Somewhere outside the mats, someone is hollering orders over the shouts of a crowd—something about proper forms or sparring matches, things that don’t matter at all to Gon, not when this fight is more like a dance he learned as a kid and is only just remembering the steps. Where he feels like he knows what Killua’s going to do even before Killua does, that he could think three steps ahead and Killua would meet him at the fourth. Like if he waits half a heartbeat now, Killua will leave his elbow just barely outside of his whirling defense, right—there.
Killua reaches with a high jab and Gon darts inward, staff lashing upwards with a two-handed blow like Kite showed him, like he’d relearned in the camps, like he’s practiced so many times he sometimes forgets to think and just moves, staff zooming towards Killua’s face that he doesn’t notice it until it’s too late, and victory is so close Gon can taste it.
But then Killua’s staff is up instead, blocking a hair’s width from his face, and his eyes go dinner plate wide in his face, staring in shock at both Gon and their interlocked staffs. Both of their arms strain, Gon’s legs trembling with the effort of matching Killua’s height advantage. One of them has to give first. It’s not going to be Gon, not if he can help it. But Killua’s trying just as hard, muscles straining and giving as good as he gets.
Killua’s eyes are so blue, like the sunny sky right before a winter storm.
“I said enough!”
Bisky stomps into the sparring ring, and Gon and Killua release the hold on their staffs at the same time. But the loss of pressure also sends Killua falling backwards, taking Gon with him until they land in a pile of limbs and staffs against the firm mats. By the time they untangle themselves, Bisky’s standing over both of them with her hands on her hips and mouth set in a grin. Whatever’s making her happy makes the back of Gon’s neck crawl. Killua looks visibly disturbed.
“You never said shit, Bisky!” Killua protests. He’s flushed from his ears to his fingers, skin bright red and sweaty against Gon’s.
“She was shouting at you the whole time,” Kurapika says, a laugh in their voice. Leorio echoes them, voice hoarse. Had he been cheering?
Gon and Killua exchange a look of mutual dawning horror. “Sorry, Bisky,” Gon says. Killua stiffens rather than apologize, lips drawn tight and shoulders tense.
The smile doesn’t leave her face. “I think you boys are done with sparring for today,” she says, gleeful and terrifying. “The rest of us will keep going. You will run until we’re done.”
“But Bisky—”
“You can’t—”
She picks them both up by the ear, and they whine as loudly as they can. “You have until the end of Hanzo and Pokkle’s match,” she says. “I expect you both to be on the track when that’s done.”
Killua glares at her. “But Hanzo’s going to kick Pokkle’s ass in two seconds.”
“Then you have two seconds to get a drink and get going!” Bisky says cheerfully. She sets them down gently, nudging them away from the rest of the trainees while the next two get started. “But Gon, Killua.”
They turn back to her, Gon trying and failing to not gnaw on his lip. “What do you want?” Killua says.
Her smile turns genuine, oddly soft compared to everything before. “Well done.”
Gon blinks and turns to Killua, who shrugs. The movement makes Bisky’s smile grow. “Now get going! We’re only scheduled for another hour and a half here,” she says cheerfully, and flounces back to the mats.
“We’re so dead,” Killua mutters, and grabs three bottles of water. Gon flings one at his head.
#pacific rim au#hunter x hunter#hxh#hxh fic#killugon#jaeger x hunter#whooooo is taking copious liberties with pacrim canon? me#because i can#killua zoldyck#gon freecss#biscuit krueger#kurapika#leorio paladiknight#my writing#sparring is harder to write than fighting#and yes this song is stuck in my head dammit wuzzy#pacrim au
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WRITING COMMISSIONS
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Last edited 25 August 2017
Hi everyone, this is Admin Gabriella here! Currently I’m a full-time university student doing my best in academics, but I feel like I need to help contribute by having some sort of income no matter how small. My parents are both past retirement age by 3-5 years, but they are all working full-time to support my obviously expensive education. I basically don’t want to feel like the burden I already am, so I’m opening commissions!
I’ve been writing sporadically for more or less six years now, but I began to discipline myself by creating this blog June 2016. Although I have written for various fandoms other than Kuroko no Basket over the years (such as Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Durarara!!, and Free! Iwatobi Swim Club), I only have absolute confidence in Kuroko no Basket by having this blog as practice.
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Writing samples for KnB are on this blog. For KHR and Free!, I have writing samples on Lunaescence and Ghosts of the Vanguard. Please note that the writings there are quite old and my writing style may have changed over time.
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Kuroko no Basket
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PoliZ’s WIP Update - 13 Dec 2023
A productive writing week that brings me within about 2000 words of breaking 120k for the year! I touched 5 fics (4 new works & 1 WIP) for a total of 2488 words.
On Ao3, I posted:
WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - December 2023 - a bit of WI holiday fluff featuring Christmas tree decorating and Miss Morgan.
Beta Testing - A No Powers omegaverse WinterIron getting together fic with Alpha!Tony and beta!Bucky.
Cutting the Strings - Tony sticks up for Bucky when he thinks Steve is being a bit overbearing.
On Tumblr I posted:
Fool Me Once - Winteriron sickfic with Tony being a bit sneaky.
I have 17 semi-active WIPs 😬 with my current deadlines being the WinterIron Bingo which wraps on 16 Dec and Stucky’Verse Bingo which wraps on 22 Dec.
See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!
Seek & Destroy Collab
After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing Morguna and the Green Queen, I got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked Faustie into collab’ing with me! We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve contributed about 900 words towards the 2500-ish we have so far. Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.
WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)
Thanks to the Iron Soldier/One Fill, One Bingo option, I’ve managed a blackout plus!
* B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date. Posted Beta Testing on Friday – it’s a No Powers AU where Sam and Rhodey set rich!Alpha Tony up with beta!vet!Bucky as his plus-one for a holiday gala and came in at 1450 words.
* N4 - Unreliable Narrator - Posted Cutting the Strings to Ao3 this morning - a ficlet where Tony is perhaps misreading Steve’s attitude towards recovering!Bucky. It came in at 740 words.
Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1] (Ends 22 Dec)
Fourteen fills, three WIPs and a couple of ideas. Have one bingo & am shooting for hopefully one more bingo with the fics listed below.
* A1 - Harem - Wrote up Newcomer to the Seralgio this week - it’s a crossover with CABB Secret/Forbidden Relationship where Bucky and shrimpy!Steve are both concubines who are more interested in each other than their lord. It’s coming in at 374 words and will post on the 20th.
* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast😁 Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas. It’s fighting me at the moment and am not sure this is going to make it after all.
* C2 - Meet Ugly - Working on Deck the Halls - a No Powers AU holiday fic that crosses over with my Winter Break Advent calendar prompt Day 1: Putting Up Holiday Decorations at the Hospital - almost done at 441 words and targeting to post on 12/18.
* C3 - FREE - Will be filling this with Chapter 2 of Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is currently sitting at 1262 words. I need to stitch a few things together before posting it this coming Friday.
Bucky Barnes Bingo - [BBB_R5] (Ends 10 Jan 2024)
I’ve got eighteen fills, three WIPs, and a couple more Vague ideas.
* U3 - Fireplace - Working on a 1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic set at a ski lodge where Tony’s being wooed by poetry and love letters that Bucky wrote to someone else. Started poking at this as a crossover with a Love Letters prompt and it’s sitting at 129 words.
* C2 - Yelena Belova– The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik, (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1303 words (600-ish of which are mine).
* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple - next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion. Got a spark of an idea the other day that might get me a bit further on this fic.
* K3 - Magic - Aro!Bucky healing with a kiss idea?
* Y3 - Alpine - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.
* Y4 - Forgotten Things - using this for Chapter 4 of You Can’t Stop It With a Gun - it’s sitting at 116 words at the moment.
* May Adopted - Insomnia - finally got this filled with The Dead of Night, which also filled a Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF211 An Old Friend] along with my JBB FREE square. It came in at 317 words and will post to Ao3 before this event ends.
* August Adopted: Take the Shot - sounds like a WinterHawk fic to me… maybe cross over with JBB Touch-starved?
Tony Stark Bingo Round 7 - [TSB_R7] (ends 15 Feb)
Twenty fills and zero WIPs as of the moment, with a couple of ideas in play.
* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of Never More to Go Astray ?
S5 - Old Ghosts - filled this with the Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII November Round Robin fic from last weekend. My part came in at 330 words - will share the link once it gets posted.
* T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots - I still want to combine this with the Fictober Day 27: prompt "I don't know if they will accept this."
* T5 - Shawarma - possible crossover with SAUB Canon Divergence – Battle of New York-related?
* A2 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with SAUB Gentle Dom and SRB Multiple Submissives. I’ve got a fairly fleshed out (so to speak) story in mind (Dom!Tony/sub!Steve/sub!Bucky) - just need to get it on paper.
* A3 - FREE – @SomeSortofItalianRoast and I are looking at collabing on a Steve/Tony/Scott fic - maybe throw in a Comfortember prompt?
* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins - The Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF214 Broken Mirror] got me at least a good start on the idea I’ve been playing with for this square. I posted NamNori on Tumblr and have a general idea of how I want to build on it to also fill my SAUB AU: Crack square. It’s currently sitting at 360 words.
Stony AUniverse Bingo [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)
Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod! Six fills, three WIPs and several crossover ideas already!
* S1 - Edging - Filled this with Ringing in the New, where Tony makes a suggestion to improve/change up their love life. It’s a crossover with a Flash Fiction Friday prompt: How Do You Use ‘It’? and came in at 324 words - I will post it to Ao3 before the event is over.
* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB Doppelganger/Evil Twins
* S3 - AU: Wings - possibly Chapter Three of Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right),
* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova
* T1 - AU: Fantasy - CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.
* T4 - AU: Canon Divergence - see TSB Shawarma above.
* T5 - AU: No Powers - Wrote up I Need A Little Angel Sitting On My Shoulder - Tony’s struggling with his sobriety during the holidays and reaches out to his sponsor, Steve. It’s coming in at 461 words and will post on the 18th.
* O2 - Omegaverse - I have a Vague Idea inspired by @kandisheek’s lovely art piece.
* N2 - Mutual Pining - crossover with CABB Royal Knight?
* N3 - Gentle Dom - see TSB KINK: Concubine above
* N5 - AU: Multiple Identities - Posted The Secrets We Keep to Tumblr. It’s a first person alternating POV ficlet with mutual pining (and secret identity) Stony. It came in at 314 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.
* Y4 - AU: Soulmates - @chrissihr posted a cool idea about Animated soulmarks, where only your SM sees your mark move - may try to do something with this!
Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)
I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo and have four fills, two WIPs and a couple of crossover ideas.
* A2 - Secret/Forbidden Relationship - see SVB Harem
* B3 - Royal Knight - see SAUB Mutual Pining.
* Nov Adoptable: Sugar Baby - see SVB Sugar Daddy.
Post July Break Bingo [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr 2024)
One fill on my 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - still working on potential crossovers.
* A1 - “It’s you. It’s always been you.” - This might fit in with my TSB Doppelgangers/Evil Twins fill NamNori above :: ponders::
* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on BBB or WIB (or even SVB)
* C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint) possibly crossover with BBB Take the shot?
Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends 15 Jun 2024)
One fill - need to ponder possible crossovers, especially with SAUB, SVB & CABB.
* A2 - Age Difference - see SVB B4 - Sugar Daddy
* C5 - Exes to Lovers - crossover with CABB - "B1 - "All I wanted was for you to be happy." – Bucky or Tony as the Ex? SAUB S4 - Arranged Marriage might be an additional crossover
* D1 - Multiple Submissives - Stuckony crossover with CABB - C3 - Bath/shower sex and SAUB Y1 - Pre-Serum Steve Rogers?
Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1]
Another fun year-long event from the folks at @buckybarnesevents! Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one each month for your card!
* November: Crackfic - see BBB K4 - Accidental villany
* December – TBD - probably try for a crossover with SVB.
Warm and Fluffy Bingo - [WFB] (no end date)
Four fills on my card, courtesy of @warmandfluffybingocards - need to try for another crossover or two!
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On other creative fronts: I am working on Sleepytime Bucky & Sam Stuffed With Character figures for one of my Marvel Trumps Hate auction winners.
If you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations (besides this coming Christmas), check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!). These soft stuffed figures are mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!
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Skivvysupreme’s Fic Masterpost
hello, lovely readers! here’s the rebloggable version of my fic masterpost! full list is below the read-more (so try clicking the above link if it disappears on the mobile app in reblogs :D). as always, AO3 links are included if you prefer to browse there.
happy reading! xo
Skivvysupreme on AO3
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One-Word Prompt Ficlets [read on AO3]
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The Wax ‘Verse [read on AO3] - Kurt Hummel is a vampire. Blaine Anderson is a werewolf. This is how they help each other deal with it.
The out-of-chronological-order verse thus far:
—“Wax/Wane” (3200 words)
—“Show Me Your Teeth” (2700 words)
—“Blood Drive” (4200 words)
—“Share, Part 1” (5500 words), “Share, Part 2” (4300 words), and “Share, Part 3” (4500 words)
—“Thriller” (2700 words) and “Heads Will Roll” (4900 words)
—“Monster Mash(up)” (2000 words)
—“Feast” (2500 words)
—“300 Joules” (4400 words)
—“Under the Tide” (3000 words)
—“Howl” (6200 words)
—“Home” (2400 words)
—“The Boy Who Cried Wolf” (4300 words)
—“Yours and Mine” (3800 words)
—“The Kissing Disease” (3800 words)
—“Neck” (drabble, 680 words)
All Things Wax Verse!
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The Cuffed ‘Verse [read on AO3] - In which Kurt is a Skank, Blaine is a Cheerio, and Puck is a very proactive Klaine shipper.
The verse thus far:
—“Throw Away The Key” (1800 words)
—“Cuffed” (1750 words)
—“Chainmail” (1900 words)
—“Heavy Metal Lover, Part 1” (2800 words)
—“Heavy Metal Lover, Part 2” (2400 words)
—“Cage Match” (2200 words)
—“Lockdown, Part 1” (1800 words)
—“Lockdown, Part 2” (2200 words)
—“Crime and Punishment” (1700 words)
—“Knockout” (3500 words)
—“Divide and Conquer” (4500 words)
—“Permanent Record, Part 1” (3800 words)
—“Permanent Record, Part 2” (4900 words)
—“Wild” (drabble, 600 words)
All Things Cuffed Verse!
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"I Saw the Signs"
It’s so much scarier than the first (and last) time they discussed this, knowing Kurt has now gone and done it; this is the real test of whether or not Burt’s getting through to him. “You kids -- I mean. You, uh. You and Blaine. You’re being safe?”
Features: early!Klaine via post-"The First Time" Hudmel family shenanigans
1400 words | read on AO3
“Heroes Never Die”
The New Directions play Overwatch, and Kurt makes a new friend.
Features: video game shenanigans
2000 words | read on AO3
“Fly”
Blaine, Quinn, Kurt, and the other fairies of Pixie Hollow have a very serious problem on their hands.
Features: Disney Fairies AU
1890 words | read on AO3
“That Can Only Mean One Thing”
“Have I ever made a move on him? Blaine? As in, Blaine Anderson? My boss? Have I ever made a move on my boss? Is that the question you just asked?”
Features: twentysomethings Kurt and Blaine (difference in work positions but not age), Rachel Berry, Adam Crawford, social media mishaps
4300 words | read on AO3
“Shiver”
In which Blaine wants to play, Kurt wants to stay in bed, and everyone manages to get what they want.
Features: silly/smutty/sappy winter fluff
1770 words | read on AO3
“Halftime”
Blaine loves football, Kurt loves scarves. Somewhere in the middle of those interests lies Lady Gaga’s halftime show at Superbowl LI.
Features: Hudmel-Anderson family shenanigans, married!Klaine
1500 words | read on AO3
“Show and Tell”
It’s Valentine’s Day, and Kurt is so in love with his husband that he can’t even deal with it. Being drunk ought to help, right?
Features: drunk!Kurt and lots of fluff
1500 words | read on AO3
“Renovations”
Blaine has a very big surprise for his hybrid boyfriend on his birthday.
Features: kitty!Kurt and absurd levels of fluff
1300 words | read on AO3
“Morning People” and “Night Owls”
Every so often, Kurt wakes up first.
Features: (Morning People) snuggles. lots and lots of snuggles, and (Night Owls) sleepy sex
850 words | read on AO3
940 words | read on AO3
“Unzipped”
You know that incredible sweater of Kurt’s, the super comfy-looking, charcoal gray one with the wide neckline and zippers that run down the sleeves? Yeah, THAT ONE. Blaine’s a fan of it, too.
Features: domestic fluff sex
1400 words | read on AO3
“Public Relations”
Everyone has their favorite Warbler. Kurt won’t say which one is his.
Features: famous!Blaine, shipping shenanigans, alternate meeting
8000 words | read on AO3
“Jack in the Box”
Blaine watches Karofsky’s every move, down to the millimeter, his heart racing. He feels as though his muscles are actually ticking with the anticipation, because he doesn’t know which way this will go but can see that it won’t be good.
Features: season 2 Klaine, Karofsky
1500 words | read on AO3
“Half & Half”
Puppy!Blaine loves his barista job, and his coworkers and customers love him. He likes to be liked, and he loves feeling appreciated. It’s just… well, there’s only one coworker, in particular, who Blaine wants to notice him…
Features: hybrids, coffee shop AU
1700 words | read on AO3
“Rubbing In, Rubbing Out”
Kurt determinedly ignores the way his phone keeps vibrating in his pajama shirt’s breast pocket, because he’s about two sexts away from becoming indecent in the front of his loose silk pants.
Features: phone sex, and a sleepover with the girls (Mercedes, Unique, and Tina)
1400 words | read on AO3
“Peach”
Blaine looks really, really good in his sweatpants. Kurt’s really, really into it.
Features: early Klaine, Booty Camp
800 words | read on AO3
“The Big Spoon”
Height difference. That’s it, that’s the ficlet.
Features: early Klaine
680 words | read on AO3
“Black and Blue” and “Pink and Purple”
Nightbird is the hero of New York City, but, more importantly, he is late for dinner. Two days late. (Now followed by a prequel exploring Blaine and Kurt’s discovery of Blaine’s superpowers!)
Features: (Black and Blue) superhero!Blaine, angst, anxiety, and (Pink and Purple) roughness of both the accidental and the purposeful sexy kind
2900 words | read on AO3
6000 words | read on AO3
“The Beyonce Suite”
A snapshot exploration of the first few years of married life with Kurt and Blaine, inspired by Queen Bey’s self-titled opus
Features: future!fic, lots of fluff and angst, self-esteem and body image issues, blowjobs, rimming, orgasm denial, discussion of anxiety and depression, grief, babies
10,000 words | read on AO3
“Catch, Part 1" and Part 2
“You’re staying, too? You’ll be here for the holiday?”
“Yeah. I’ll be here.”
“This might be a Merry Christmas after all, then.”
Features: Harry Potter AU, Christmas, magical fluff
4600 words | read on AO3
3400 words | read on AO3
“Hold On, We’re Going Home”
It’s been a few weeks since kitty!Kurt’s last visit, and Kurt is finally starting to think that he won’t be going home with anyone. But it’s fine. Whatever. He doesn’t need anyone, anyway.
Features: kitty!Kurt, Samcedes, alternate meeting, and fluffffff
2800 words | read on AO3
“Home Remedies”
Kurt was going to deal with his flu quietly and without fuss, but his and Blaine’s four-year-old daughter has other ideas.
Features: the littlest Hummel-Anderson and a whole lot of fluff
1800 words | read on AO3
“Return to Sender”
Kurt’s shifts at the Spotlight Diner keep turning into complete trainwrecks, and it’s all the hot UPS guy’s fault. Sort of. (Though, in all fairness, Kurt has always had certain weakness for men in uniforms.)
Features: alternate meeting, Rachel and Santana being Rachel and Santana, shenanigans
3300 words | Read on AO3
“Drunk History, vol. 206”
Kurt gets drunk AF and tells the story of how he and Blaine got together.
Features: Elliott and way too much tequila
1800 words | read on AO3
“First Name Basis”
“I just oh god I just stepped on your dog’s tail I’m so sorry pls I’m so sORRY“
Features: alternate meeting, rampant fluff, DOGS
1700 words | read on AO3
“Screwed”
Blaine and Kurt play a game of “7 Minutes in Heaven” at an illegal-for-like-ten-different-reasons party with the Warblers, because there’s no way that could go wrong.
Features: season 2 Klaine and a bit of claustrophobia
2900 words | read on AO3
“Boystown”
Kurt and Blaine spend a night out in one of Chicago’s most famous neighborhoods. (Written for the Klaine Road Trip 2015)
Features: a little bit of public frottage
3100 words | read on AO3
“Camera Obscura”
Inspired by Darren Criss’ photoshoot for Broadway Style Guide
Features: famous!Blaine, photographer!Kurt
2700 words | read on AO3
“Kiss You There”
Wildling!Kurt knows a thing or two about keeping warm. Blaine Snow knows nothing.
Features: oral, Game of Thrones AU, still enjoyable if you don’t watch the show!
2000 words | read on AO3
“The More You Know”
Kurt’s got a routine doctor’s appointment and a not-so-routine fear of needles. Luckily, Blaine’s on hand to help distract him in any way he can.
Features: fun facts about blood, mention of needles, but nothing too graphic if you have needle issues
1400 words | read on AO3
“Cosplay is for Lovers”
Kurt and Blaine are getting ready for Ohio’s Comic-Con, but one of them isn’t so enthused about it.
Features: Lord of the Rings!Klaine, sort of
730 words | read on AO3
fluffyfluffyfluffy untitled first time ficlet
A short bit of fluff in the afterglow of Kurt and Blaine’s first time.
Features: total fluff
520 words | read on AO3
“Fishbowl”
Kurt’s a cat. Blaine’s a goldfish. Shhh trust me, just read it
Features: alternate meeting, kitty!Kurt (actual cat, not hybrid), goldfish!Blaine, fluffy crack, Samcedes
1700 words | read on AO3
“What Has Been Seen”
Sam walks in on Blaine’s date night with Kurt. Mercedes is not here for these shenanigans.
Features: light D/s, Samcedes
2100 words | read on AO3
“The Romantics”
Civil War AU: Kurt gets to know Blaine when he finds him lying unconscious in front of his house.
Features: alternate meeting, angst (happy-ish ending though!), discussion of grief, discussion of character death (both canon and not-canon), PTSD
3700 words | read on AO3
“Compromise”
Newlywed Blaine has a thing for “married sex.”
Features: shower sex, barebacking
2300 words | read on AO3
“Beeline”
Summer pool party shenanigans don’t go quite as expected.
Features: early!Klaine, fluff, Blaine’s butt
1400 words | read on AO3
“To The Left”
Kurt meets his new neighbor via noise complaint.
Features: alternate meeting, h/c
1500 words | read on AO3
“Constantine”
Kurt and Blaine meet an owl at the zoo.
Features: fun facts about the Eurasian eagle owl because reading is fun-damental
1200 words | read on AO3
“Whoever Wins, Loses”
Blaine wakes up in the middle of the night to find Kurt having a nightmare.
Features: h/c, panic/anxiety issues, angst, discussion of canon character death
1400 words | read on AO3
“You Can Call Me King B”
It’s time for Kurt Hummel, the court painter, to create Prince Blaine’s portrait.
Features: royal!Blaine, artist!Kurt, handjobs, ye olde marriage equality problems
2200 words | read on AO3
“Suit and Tie”
Blaine really loves listening to Kurt talk about his day.
Features: light D/s undertones, oral sex, and a lil’ frottage
1900 words | read on AO3
“Stranded” and “Recovered”
College AU: sexiled Blaine meets drunk!Kurt. The next morning, hungover!Kurt meets Blaine.
Features: Samtina shenanigans, fluff, h/c, alternate meeting
1300 words | read on AO3
1200 words | read on AO3
“Pins + Needles” and “Levers & Pulleys”
pocket!Blaine AU: In “Pins + Needles,” Blaine goes to work with Kurt. In a same-verse follow-up, Blaine and Kurt work on the issue of Blaine’s dependency
Features: Klaine being married af, designer!Kurt, Sam
1200 words | read on AO3
3300 words | read on AO3
“It’s Still Happening"
With his father in the hospital, Kurt returns to their empty house.
Features: “Grilled Cheesus” reaction fic / episode-filler, angst angst angst
2000 words | read on AO3
silly untitled Nightbird ficlet
Short, ridiculous fluff about Blaine’s relationship with superheroes and taurine
Features: energy drink shenanigans, season 5 NYC!Klaine
800 words | read on AO3
“Friends, Buddies, Pals”
“I mean, you’d do that with Rachel and Mercedes, right? Because that’s something you do when you’re just friends?”
Features: “I Do” reaction fic / episode-filler, marking/possessive sex, riding, phone sex, Klaine not understanding what the word “platonic” means
3900 words | read on AO3
“Moonlight Becomes You”
1950s AU: It’s 1957 and the New Directions, a struggling young band, can’t catch a break. Enter Scandals, its rich young proprietor, and its star performer.
Features: midgame Kurtbastian (but don’t let that put you off if that’s an issue for you, it’s endgame Klaine!), assorted members of the canon New Directions, Elliot, Trent Warbler
2300 words / ?
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fic commissions
I’m struggling to get hours at work right now which means I have a) not enough money and b) way too much spare time, so the obvious solution is to open up writing commissions for fanfiction. Read on for the details!
Prices
Ficlet: 500-1500 words - $15
Short oneshot: 1500-2500 words - $20
Medium oneshot: 2500-5000 words - $30
All prices are in Canadian dollars. (Exchange rates fluctuate, obviously, but for Americans these prices will work out roughly to $11, $15 and $22 give or take a bit depending on the day.)
Making a request
Email me at [email protected] and include the following information:
desired fic length
some kind of premise
characters to be featured
genre/mood
as much detail as possible on what specific things you want to see happen in the story (more detail is preferred for longer fics)
any specifications for the narrative style (eg, if you want a POV other than 3rd person, if you want a 5+1 fic, etc)
I will send you an outline before I start writing, and can arrange to send WIPs as desired.
Request Guidelines
I reserve the right to refuse any request for any reason. In general, I will not write explicit smut, any kinks, or non-con. I won’t write for ships that include abusive or imbalanced power dynamics, incest, pedophilia, or excessively large age gaps if a character is under ~20 years old. (Although I am absolutely willing to modify requests if it’s okay – for instance, writing a platonic dynamic between two characters I wouldn’t write romantically.)
Otherwise, I’m happy to write just about anything under the sun – shippy or gen, character studies or plot-heavy stories, AUs, crossovers, you name it. Check out my ao3 account or writing tags for examples of my past writing.
I’ll write for pretty much any piece of media that I’m familiar with. There’s list of my current interests under the cut, but it’s hardly comprehensive of everything I’d be able to write for. If you don’t see a something on the list, you are 100% welcome to message me and ask me if I know it (and if I don’t know it... honestly if it’s short enough I’m willing to binge it if need be!)
Here’s a handful of my current interests/media that would be fairly easy for me to write for:
osomatsu-san
free!
gintama
daiya no ace
voltron: legendary defender
haikyuu!!
yowamushi pedal
yuri!!! on ice
kuroko no basuke
boku no hero academia
avatar: the last airbender/the legend of korra
mystic messenger
Again, if you’re interested in commissioning me for something that wasn’t on that list, shoot me a message and I’ll confirm whether I’m familiar with the content you’re looking for!
#writing commissions#fic commissions#osomatsu san#Free!#voltron#gintama#daiya no ace#haikyuu#yowamushi pedal#yuri on ice#Kuroko no Basuke#boku no hero academia#atla#lok#mystic messenger#commission info
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one-soul-two-brothers’ ultimate fic recs: j2 tinhat edition (part I)
general notes: The following fics are all consistent with tinhat lore and are more-or-less compliant with the timeline and events as documented in Speak the Truth and other real-life events. (Basically, these are the MOST non-aus of all the non-aus.)
title: I Knew From Day One
rating: mature
word count: 31k
summary: A memoir of J2 from Jensen's POV.
anna’s notes: A tinhat classic. It starts with Jensen meeting Jared at the audition and goes through season 5. (I really wish the author would add more, it’s just such a good and easy read, and I imagine that this is extremely close to how real-life events took place.) Also, it’s written in first person which felt weird to me at first but after a few paragraphs I didn’t even notice it. Anyways, go read it. Now.
title: We’ve Got This
rating: gen
word count: 2500
summary: When the situation requires them to hide their true relationship both are struggling to get through it.
anna’s notes: Just a short and sweet fic with some very mild angst that ends on a good note. Written by the lovely @mooseintheocean
title: Whiplash
rating: none
word count: 5300
summary: How long can you keep walking this tightrope, high up in the freezing mute pitch-black dark, far, far above the glitter that frames you and your beautiful boy in the salivating crowd's eyes?
excerpt: How many more years are going to slip through your fingers until you're free to…What? Pull him mid-conversation to press a kiss on his nose, just because you can? Just because? Grab him while you're out for ice cream to lick it out of his mouth just to taste him, then do it again, just because those lips look too damn illegal all red and shiny with your spit? Wear his ring, put your ring on his finger, once and for all? Say my husband over and over and over, show it off and stop smothering it with brother and friend and best friend even though he is all of that...
title: This Cage I Built With Good Intentions
rating: none
word count: 3800
summary: It's getting harder, not easier. Between your bitter rage at the façade and the constant what-ifs that plague you, half-formed visions of any number of other paths you could have walked where you could reach for him without a second thought, bend him backwards in a sloppy kiss whenever he opened that pretty pink mouth, whenever other people's lust touched him (always so astounded by his beauty in person, and you want to snarl at them to pick up their jaws off the floor, half-smug and half-seething in jealous protectiveness), it feels like you're swallowing bile all the time.
title: Silk and Satin
rating: explicit
word count: 2600
summary: Your hands in his hair leave no love bites that need a bitter alibi, no marks that can only be clawed before a long weekend, because you can't get away with bundling your beautiful boy in a scarf every time you get a little rough on his skin.
title: Strangers On a Train
rating: explicit
word count: 2500
summary: Jared is travelling across Europe by train. He's prepared for a long and boring journey, but a handsome stranger he meets at the restaurant car might change that. Note: This is NOT an AU fic.
anna’s notes: So. Hot. And written by the amazing @seraphyde666
title: Austin City Limits & Dreamweaver (parts I and II of Season 12 Stories)
rating: varies
word count: varies
summary: A collection of ficlets from moments (on- and off-set) during the filming of season 12.
anna’s notes: Shameless self-promo, okay? Sue me. But I’m trying to add a new ficlet each week. Edit: Read it on ao3.
title: A Little Light
rating: explicit
word count: 3500
summary: During the Austin City Limits festival (October 2015). Written for a J2 possessive!kink request at spnkink_meme : “Touch him again, and I will rip your heart out!” Author, you have free reign over this so whatever you want. Thank you!
excerpt: “Son of a gun. Never would’a guessed y’all really were like that. I was just kidd’n around before. So you must be pretty jealous that me ’n Jared here shared a special moment in the bathroom a few minutes ago.” Jared blinks hard, all the words in his brain abruptly getting caught in his too-tight throat. He has no idea what this asshole’s deal is, but he knows with absolute certainty that Jensen knows he’s lying. What happens next is one of those things that – when you try to recall it later – you end up telling people “It all just happened so fast.” The guy reaches past Jensen to try and grab Jared again, and Jensen doesn’t hesitate for more than a split-second before clocking him right in the face. “You touch him again and I will rip your fucking heart out. Do you understand me?” Jensen says evenly.
For all my other ultimate fic recs (j2 non-au and wincest), go here.
Also, I’m always looking for more tinhat fics so if you know of any not mentioned here I’d love to be sent a link so that I can add it to my next list!
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Insecure
Jet asked me for four ficlets based on four friendships that we share in: Rei and Michiru, Pharah and Tracer, Haruka and Mina, and Winston and Tracer. Then Jet got sick, and I wanted her to rest and not work on my video, so we had an accord that I would cease work in my WIPs for her as well. She gave me permission to publish the two I already had finished though! So this is my Pharah and Tracer fic, which turned into NOT A FICLET AT ALL. 2500 words. Happy friendiversary you ass. My entire OW universe is here.
Winston set down the stack in the small TV room upstairs, where Tracer happily watched a movie, crunching on her prawn cocktail potato chips.
“They finally come in?” She practically leapt off the couch toward them.
“Lena--”
But Tracer hardly heard him, quick as she scampered over to the stack. It was a big deal, this feature, something they’d been working towards, at last getting the recognition they’d worked so hard for. She’d waited weeks to see it, still, a bit like a child, excited to see herself in print, and this time was different, and better--Overwatch was more her baby now than it had ever been.
Tracer’s heart grew heavy as she picked up the magazines that had been delivered to the house, tied together with a cheerful twine bow.
She looked up at Winston. “This the only edition, then?”
Winston nodded softly, as Dva poked her head into the room.
“What?” She asked in her way that was half curious and half obligated.
“They put Fareeha on the cover alone, seems.” Tracer looked down at the magazine where Pharah looked up at her, strong and powerful, her jaw determined in the light.
They’d taken pictures of both of them, along with the group shots, interviewed them both. A Family Legacy, the text next to Pharah’s name proclaimed, Fareeha Amari and The Spirit of Leadership.
“Me whole family’s been in the RAF going back years…” she mumbled quietly, flipping through the pages, “must not ‘ave been too keen on it.”
There she was. A little biography, like all of the others, in an uninteresting line of photos.
“Of course they put her on the front,” D.va snorted.
“Hana,” Winston tried.
“She’s the “impressive” face of the team, she’s the leader, she’s the one they talk about. Why are you even surprised?” She tossed the magazine onto her laundry basket. “To send to my parents.”
Tracer gripped the magazine hard, wrinkling the edges of it, and felt something in her pop like an overfilled water balloon, spilling her feelings out.
She threw down the magazine.
“I know, ‘ana. I know she’s better then me, and smarter than me, and more ‘andsome, and taller too! I know!” She stormed out of the hallway and slammed the door to her room, which was unsatisfyingly slow as it locked into place, protecting her from being unlocked in time.
“What the hell?” She heard from the hallway.
She unclicked her accelerator and tossed it into the corner, not caring if it broke. Hoping it might, and then she’d go away.
Fareeha is so much better than you, and people like her more and she’s ever so organized, you should ‘ave died when the Slipstream failed, you should be dead, you’d ‘ave--
“LENA, STOP IT!” she scolded herself aloud, trying to calm herself. “It’s isn’t true, and you and Fareeha are different, and lots of people really love you. They do.”
Lena Oxton was a woman of strong emotions, and, 90% of the time, those emotions were happiness, and cheer, and love, and enthusiasm. But when the others came, they came like a sledgehammer to the chest, and since childhood, she had tried to talk herself down from the wild, oppressive feeling inside of her.
She wondered if other people felt like this, when she wasn’t in the middle of it.
She closed her eyes , and took a deep breath. You can’t feel this bad for that long, love, you ‘aven’t got the focus for it.
Normally, it was a joke she told herself when she was sad like this, but now it only seemed to highlight what was wrong with her, why Pharah was the one on the cover, why no one thought of her as being leader, ever.
There was a knock. “Lena--”
“I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, WINSTON, GO AWAY!” She could practically hear Winston shrink from the door, and it tempered her for a moment. “Please just...It’s not you, promise.”
She felt even worse as she heard him shuffle away from the door.
___
Flight was the answer. It was the one place she reigned supreme, in her little Cessna, far and away from everything else in the world. She could clear her mind, with it in the clouds.
She clipped back on her accelerator, threw on her old bomber jacket, its aged scent the one comfort allotted to her, the places where she’d patched it after being shot now a part of its storied landscape, and headed toward the small hangar out back where it was parked.
It would be yet another sign of the sort of day she was having that Pharah came down the hallway at the same time.
“Did you see my stunning debut?” Pharah grinned, teasingly, but also filled with a little personal pride. It was a good picture. “You should pay attention to what this article says, next time I command you.”
“Yeah, s’nice,” she gave a nod, “I’m out for bit. Nice to see they know who revolutionized Overwatch and all that, sure you can run it all in me absence.”
There was no play in her voice, no quick retort, just an edge that hurt all the more for the surprise of it.
“Tracer,” she took her arm, worried. Tracer was upset so seldom, and her mood was so heavy Pharah could feel it in the hallway, hear it in the echo of Pharah’s unreturned volley. “I am only teasing you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She yanked her arm away from Pharah and turned away, walking down the hallway toward the the bay where she kept her Cessna. “S’all right, Pharah, you go on then, be great and mighty, I’m ‘appy for you.”
“I think you were less upset when I gave you a concussion.” She gave a weak laugh, unnerved by Tracer’s visible pain,. “This isn’t a contest, Tracer.”
“Course it’s not,” she turned on her heel and pointed at Pharah, “Because you’re winning!”
“I cannot win if--”
Tracer threw her hands up in the air. “People always talk about ‘ow YOU revolutionized Overwatch, ‘ow YOU are the commander Overwatch’s always needed, and I’m nothing! Next to you. Nothing. I’ve given the whole of me life, me entire bloody BODY, but it’s you, it’s always been you, and I’m the also-ran to another WANKING AMARI”
What Pharah wanted to say was that Tracer’s accent got so ungodly thick when she was upset that Pharah wasn’t entirely certain she understood what Tracer was saying, but more than that, she wanted to tell Tracer she could not do it without her, and that she was invaluable.
“You are not my competition--””
“Oh and? Just as bonus, your dead mother, who you don’t even CARE FOR, shows up on the doorstep, don’t she? Can’t even let anyone think you’ve failed at ‘aving LIVE PARENTS, not Fareeha Amari, COMMANDER PHARAH, EMPEROR QUEEN OF OVERWATCH AND THE BLOODY WORLD ENTIRE , but you’ve shown us, so you ‘ave.”
“Lena. You are my friend. You--”
“I don’t want your bloody pity, Pharah. ” She spit the words, and turned on her heel, storming back down the hallway to where her plane waited.
___
Pharah sat on the edge of the bed, somewhere between hurt and confusion, not understand either one. Tracer was not given to vitriol, at least not toward her friends, and to see her react that way, to teasing Pharah thought very gentle, made her wonder if it was something else she said.
“Shatzi” Mercy called to her from where she stood in the bathroom. “Are you feeling alright?” She walked toward Pharah, studying her for a moment in concern.
“Yes, I’m...I am not ill.” She looked at Mercy, her eyebrows still knit in thought, “Lena got very angry with me today.”
Mercy sat down next to her. I have been observing, as long as I’ve know her, that she does not seem to get upset so often, but when she does, she really commits to it.” She took Pharah’s hands in hers reassuringly, and forced a laugh .
“She called me Pharah.” It seemed a strange thing to carry as painful, nothing but a name that was not so different from her own, a name she had given herself and that generally carried so much pride with it, but felt a swear in Tracer’s mouth. “She never does.”
Mercy tilted her head. “Why was she angry with you?”
“I was teasing her.”
“Lena? She is usually the one to be beginning these things.”
Pharah considered for a moment, tried to reconstruct what had happened. “The magazine? That we took the pictures for?”
Mercy nodded, listening intently.
“We received the copies today. I was on the cover, the article was about me, and--”
Mercy took in a deep breath. “Ah.” Mercy sat for a moment, still holding Pharah’s hands, feeling the warmth in them and how she longed to share it. “She feels you are better respected, I am thinking, and she tries very hard.”
“I did not know she was so sensitive. I would not have been that way.”
“It is hard to tell, what will bother her, sometimes.” She thought for a moment, “You do not remember so well, because you were also very hurt, and very angry, but when your mother came back,” She looked down at Pharah’s hands in hers, running her thumb over her fingers, trying to clear the unpleasantness of it from her mind, “She was also very sad and hurt. Jealous, you know. I have known her for a very long time, Fareeha,” She cupped Pharah’s cheek, “She will be coming out of it before too long.”
Pharah chuffed. “She can have my mother.”
“Fareeha.”
___
Tracer’s foot bounced as she looked out the window, the drizzling rain that had driven her from the sky the glorious icing on the terrible cake that had been her day since eleven sixteen this morning. The sun was setting, Tracer thought, it was about the right time, though she could not tell for the oppressive grey that lay over the land.
She was beginning to get tired of being sad, despite it having been less than 24 hours. There were some benefits to not being able to keep your mind on one thing. But still, her heart ached a little bit, as she looked at the magazine in front of herself. Why was she reminding herself of this? Why keep poking at it like it wasn’t going to hurt?
She took another drink of her beer. Mercy had told her once, when they were posing for another poster years and years ago, that to do something for the glory of it all was just as selfish as never putting yourself in danger in the first place. The way Mercy lived backed what she said, and it had stuck with Tracer.
She was in a museum, for God’s sake, why was she being petty over a magazine cover?
Pharah walked into the small nook of the kitchen and sat across from her, sliding the magazine toward herself. She looked down at the cover, where she practically glowed gold, the shining trophy of Overwatch’s success.
“This was a mistake.”
“‘Ow you figure?” She did not look at Pharah, simply fiddled with the edge of the label on her beer bottle.
“My co-leader is not with me.”
“Mercy?” She said expectantly.
She shook her head, and flipped through the magazine. “Lena Oxton, callsign Tracer. A decorated Royal Air Force pilot. A member of the noted team who saved London, though she was only a cadet. She ran a bomb into a mass of omnics, at the risk of her own life, and received a medal for bravery. A founding member of the renewed Overwatch. You may know her.” She nodded at Traer. “People should. I am sorry they ignored your contributions.”
She shook her head, a little embarrassed. “No, I’m sorry, Fareeha. It’s not your fault.” Tracer took a drink of her beer. “Bit of a tinderbox, I am. You are,” she sighed, “better at everything than me, afraid.”
“This is not true.” Pharah looked over at her with what she hoped was a playful look. “No one on earth has ever liked me better than you.”
“Ang.” But she looked at Pharah and gave a soft smile.
“One person on earth has liked me better than you.”
“Your Mum.”
“I think that is debatable.”
“Well, she bloody well ‘ates me.”
“Why do you think I take you to--you have skills that--” She huffed, frustrated with her own inability to speak her own mind. “I cannot run Overwatch without you. I do not wish to.”
“Telling I’m your equal, then?”
She shook her head. “Not at all. You are my complement. My equal means there are two.” She looked over the table at Tracer. “I think recent history has proven two Amaris to be one too many Amaris.”
Tracer’s laugh was warm and appreciative. “I should be the one to say that, really.”
“My complement makes me better. Makes the team more strong.” She looked back down at the table. “That is what I mean to say.I do not like when I am compared with my mother and found...the runner-up. I should have been more sensitive to that in you.”
Tracer looked at her seriously. “You’re twice the commander your mum ever was, Fareeha, and I’m not exactly wanting to fluff your ego today.”
Pharah leaned back in her chair. “You are twice the help Jack ever was, I think it is fair to say.”
“Oh,” Tracer nodded emphatically, “I’ll agree to that every day of the week. But it doesn’t sway much for me.” She gave a loud laugh, and Pharah smiled to hear it.
“Your success is my success. Lena.”
“Getting a bit familiar, aren’t we, Commander Amari?” She giggled in her waterfall way, and then shook her head, “You know, if I’m not an overdramatic wanker every so often, they’ll take away me butch card, so they will.” She bounced around. “I know it is, Fareeha. It’s the team’s success.”
“You can have the cover next time.”
Tracer exploded with an idea. “No, I think we should give it to Win! You know, I don’t think ‘e’s ever ‘ad anything like that, and the rest of us ‘ave, in one way or another, I ‘ad me own poster back in the day, and I will again, once Overwatch is a bit more established, don’t you think? I think so, at least, I’m bloody adorable, and---OH MAYBE I’LL GET AN ACTION FIGURE. I wonder--”
Pharah smiled. Everything was back to whatever passed for normal in this place, and she felt the world shuffle just a little more comfortably together, assembling a sense of family she’d thought she’d lost, so long ago.
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