Yo, I'm Beatrice, and I'm just a punk rock sheet ghost. I was born in the 18th century, though that doesn't mean I don't know what's going on today. I rock with a lot of things. But I won't tell ya, shishishi.
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Ok, i kinda want to write a fanfic for brance based off of pacific rim. Is there a want for that? Let me know.
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Ok hai, first post. And it's my first fanfic on Ao3 as well, lol. Anyways, I thought I might as well post it on here and see what you guys think. I hope you guys like what I have so far. Also, here's the summary. (I don't have a beta reader, so sorry about any errors in Grammer and spelling).
“Can you teach me how to fight?”
Vance almost choked on smoke as he looked up at Bruce, with wide eyes.“What?”
“Can you teach me…how to fight?” Bruce asked louder, and a bit more nervously.
Vance, in his exasperated state, started to laugh. It sound more like cackle, but it was still a laugh. “You're joking, right? Like, you’re fucking with me?”
Bruce frowned and shook his head, “I - No, I’m not joking. I wish I was -” sighing, he took a deep breath “You’re the last person on this earth I want to ask for help, but I really need to learn to fight."
Vance shook his head, and ran a hand through his hair. He took a deep inhale of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground, stomping on it.
“Ok sure, I'll help ya. But only if you do something for me."
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Vance is asked to help teach Bruce how to fight. And he agrees, for the fuck of it. But what he doesn't see, is how fast one can fall in love. No matter how hard we try and fight it.
#brance#the black phone#vance hopper#bruce yamada#kinda gay#im just a girl#lots of hurt#sorry not sorry#gay
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