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captainscanadian · 3 years

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Sanguis Sanguinis Mei | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 1)

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Summary: Y/N arrives at Bran Castle with her sire to meet the infamous Sir James Barnes of Transylvania.

Word Count: 2164

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader, Vampire!Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Death, War Crimes, Blood, Murder

A/N: This fic is a collaboration between @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend and myself, and we decided to write a Vampire AU in honour of Halloween. I’m really excited to share this with you all, because Naynay and I enjoyed writing this so much. Divider credit to @whimsicalrogers!

Almost everyone in Europe knew about the legend of Vlad the Impaler, the ruthless Voivode of Wallachia who was known for his brutal acts of war against the Ottoman and Hungarian forces. Vlad’s army was said to be the most cruel during the 1400s, led by Sir James of Transylvania, his most trusted soldier and General. Most people believed that it was Vlad who had the bodies of his enemies impaled on large spikes to scare off his enemies, but Sir James had been the mind behind it all. The true impaler, though he never liked to take the credit for his acts. Perhaps that was why no one really knew about Sir James.

Vlad was the last of his bloodline of pureblood vampires, and as a reward for Sir James’ bravery, he had turned him. Although Vlad saw this as an honour, Sir James thought otherwise. While immortality was indeed a blessing, the fact that he now had the thirst for blood made him feel like he had become a monster. As if he hadn’t already been a monster to begin with.

The loss of his humanity hadn’t destroyed Sir James’ spirit, for he had found himself heading East to attack the Romanov Dynasty in the 1500s.

But what he had not expected to find on his quest was someone he least unexpected. Natalia Alianovna Romanova, the granddaughter of Anastasia Romanova and Ivan the Terrible who was presumed to have been miscarried but had actually been hidden away following her father’s death at the hands of her grandfather.

Natalia had been raised in secrecy by a nursemaid, but when the Grand Prince of Moscow had found that his granddaughter had survived, he had sent his men to have her killed. Thankfully, Sir James had found the Crown Princess as she had been left for dead, and reluctantly turned her despite the fact that he had made a vow not to turn anyone into the monster he had become. Natalia owed her life to Sir James, and their friendship had stayed strong for centuries. Following her turn, she returned to Moscow to avenge her father’s murder, but she would always owe her debts to Sir James.

It was during the 1600s when Vlad the Impaler saw his demise. When an elite group of vampire hunters got wind of the Wallachian ruler hiding out in Transylvania, they raided the castle and managed to kill him and his army of vampires. Thankfully, Sir James’ anonymity had left him unscathed and he had escaped the massacre and fled to Russia.

Fifty years later though, James returned to his hometown of Transylvania, taking Vlad’s place at Bran Castle. Although the castle had been where Vlad had died, no one knew that the rightful owner of it was Sir James himself. No one except Natasha Romanoff.

The castle was even larger than Y/N could have imagined. This new life seemed to have a lot of the things she could never imagine. When she had first asked Natasha to turn her, she never would have expected to find herself at the doorstep of Sir James of Transylvania. Yet, there she was.

She had heard the stories about Vlad the Impaler, but had not been aware of his most trusted general until now. From her sire’s words, she knew that this man was someone she trusted. But given his history with the most ruthless ruler in all of Europe, she was still rather apprehensive about being there.

Y/N followed Natasha through the imposing wooden doors. It was colder inside than she expected, but she was certain the chill had nothing to do with temperature.

“Tasha, are you sure I should be here?”

“Yes. You two need to be introduced. It’s important. It will be fine, Pодная. Do you trust me?” Natasha asked her, the tone of her voice almost the same as James’ had been all those centuries ago when he had turned her.

She nodded. “With my life.”

“Wait here.”

Natasha moves through the hallways with purpose. There’s only one place her sire would be at this time of night.

The door to the war room was slightly ajar when Natasha reached the top of the stairs.

“Good evening, Talia.”

“My lord.” She inclined her head ever so slightly to show her deference. When she looked up, she noted the drawn look on his face. “You look tired, James.”

“I do not tire, Natasha.”

“Fine, you look old then.” She snickered.

He might be the most powerful man in the world, but to her, he was just her good friend.

James huffed and leaned back against his map table, crossing his arms over his chest. “What brings you back this way?”

“I have a favour to ask. And an introduction to make.”

“An introduction? How intriguing.” James clicked his tongue.” You’re normally such a misanthrope. Is it someone to do business with?”

Her gaze narrowed. “No. It’s more personal than that.”

There was some softness in his smile, despite the fangs poking out. “Talia, are you in love?”

“Time has made you no less stupid, James.” She retorted. “No, I’m not in love with Y/n. But she is like family.”

James hissed and arched an eyebrow. “Like family. Or…”

“She is family. My family. And yours…” She stated, rather hesitantly. Natasha was well aware that James never intended for his bloodline to grow, so she was unsure of how he might react to the news that she had turned someone.

“Natasha, you swore that you wouldn’t. You know the burden.” He pointed out, clearly disappointed.

“I know. And I didn’t just make this decision on a whim. And neither did she…”

“She chose this life?” He asked, incredulously.

“She did.” She responded.

“And how, pray tell, did she know what she was choosing?”

This was the part Natasha had not been looking forward to. She needed to say it quickly in an effort to mitigate his reaction. “Her father and fiance were hunters a few villages away from where I had been staying. Some of the villagers suspected what I was and alerted them.”

“I didn’t take you for a fool, Natasha.” He snapped.

“Watch yourself, James. Y/N warned me of her father and fiance’s plans. And she begged me to turn her and take her with me.” She explained.

“And you agreed?”

“Of course not. I thanked her and sent her on her way, wary of her intentions. I expected an ambush and none came.”

“So why did you not just flee?” He asked, still not understanding how things had turned out the way they had.

A sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head. “Word had travelled too quickly. I would have been followed. I needed to kill the hunters.”

“And did you?”

Her smile was vicious and all too satisfied. “Of course. I started with the father. I collected all of his texts and instructions on how to kill us and more than a few trophies. And then set the house ablaze.”

“And the fiance?” He inquired.

“I found him and Y/N in the woods behind their cabin. He was going to kill her for helping me.”

“So you killed him and turned her?”

“Presumptions do you no favors. I was going to kill him, but Y/N stabbed him before I could. She pleaded her case with me once again, and I decided to take her with me. She had nothing left in the village, and the others would surely come for her... and me. I figured she could at least be useful in identifying them.” Natasha explained, hoping that James would now understand that she had a reason for turning Y/N.

“And was she?” He continued.

“Immensely. Her father had tried to keep her in the dark, but when her brother was maimed and killed she went looking for answers. She found her father’s texts.”

“And instead of despising us, she became enamored with our way of life?” He scoffed.

“She wanted a way out. I brought her with me after we had killed the last of the hunters but I didn’t turn her. I showed her the life and let her make her own choices. She chose this.” She insisted.

“But the power that Vlad’s blood holds. It’s too much. I should have been the last. I should never have turned you.” James let out a sigh as he shook his head. It was still his biggest regret.

“I am grateful you did, James. Just as Y/N is grateful I changed her. She can bear the weight of the power. She will be a great vampire. She already has great control of her bloodlust. She has not killed a single human.” She vouched.

“She killed her fiance, Talia,” James reminded her.

“Only because he deserved it. You did not begrudge me collecting my own blood debts.” She pointed out.

“No, I did not.” James sighed, resigned to Natasha’s whims. As was the way of their relationship. Most would probably think she was his sire instead of the other way around. “I suppose this favor is a daylight ring for the fledgling?”

Natasha nodded. “If you would be so kind. They’re difficult to find in the countryside. And I thought you would want to meet the newest member of the clan. Come along. It’s time to meet her. She only has a few more hours until daylight when she’lll need to hide.”

“I’ll have Peter draw the curtains so she can roam freely.” He offered, knowing that this fledgling’s time in his castle should not seem like a prison sentence.

“Thank you, my liege,” she drew out the last word.

“Have I mentioned lately that you were a hellion before I turned you?”

“And proud of it. Now stop pouting. You have a reputation to uphold.” She remarked, rather cheekily.

Y/N was studying the paintings on the wall, wondering if any of the portraits were of Sir James himself. It was only due to her enhanced hearing that she was able to pick out the footsteps approaching before they reached the top of the grand staircase.

Her breath caught in her lungs when she first laid eyes on Sir James. He did indeed have several portraits on the wall, but none of them did him justice. They failed to capture the icy blue of his eyes, which locked onto hers with ease.

She immediately broke her gaze away and sunk to the floor in a deep curtsy, as Natasha had instructed her to do. “My liege.”

“You may stand up,” he instructed. “You do not need to curtsy here. I am old but I am not that formal.”

His voice was deep and rich and she was surprised by the mirth in it.

“But Natasha said…” Y/N looked to her sire only to find her suppressing a laugh.

James followed her gaze and rolled his eyes. “Talia,” he rebuked before returning his attention to Y/N. “The first thing to learn about your sire is that she likes to tease people. I am Sir James, welcome to my home. And my clan.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

“You may call me James, Y/N.”

The warmth in his voice put her at ease.

“Has Natasha explained to you why you are here?” He asked her.

“To adjust to this new life. To learn.” She replied, rather politely.

“Indeed. The first few months of this new life can be quite daunting, though I understand that you have already been travelling for a couple of weeks so the very worst is over.” He pointed out with a small smile, his fangs poking through his lips.

Y/N nodded.

“It will take some time for me to acquire a daylight ring for you. My witch is yet to return from her trip to Wallachia. Until she returns, it will be best for you to remain here.” He suggested.

“Of course. Whatever you feel is best.”

James sighed as he observed her, noting the slight tremble in her hands. “This is not an imprisonment. My home is your home and you are free to roam as you please. I have feeders that come to me from the surrounding villages several times a week. If you need to feed more frequently we will arrange for more. I know the thirst takes some time to acclimate to.”

“That is very kind, my… James,” she corrected herself.

James did not want to admit the thrill that shot through his spine at the phrase “my James” even if it was accidental. He had known Y/N for only a few minutes, a blink of the eye in his very long life.

“Is there anything you need right now?” He inquired.

She shook her head.

“I will have my servant show you to your chambers then. Just ring for them if you need anything.” He offered her a rather warm smile.

“I will. Thank you.”

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creativeashproductions · 3 years

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Welcome to Our Hell // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: Charlie asks the reader a simple question that leads the man to fall down a rabbit hole of reading. Despite the panic you felt along with your fellow writers you still introduced and helped him navigate the pool of fanfiction.

Warnings: None (it’s actually possible with me??)

Words: 1k

A/N: I couldn’t resist making a tiny blurb about the revelation that Charlie has read fanfiction, that he enjoyed reading it. I actually talked about how Owen and Charlie would react to jatp fanfiction so sorry for manifesting 😬

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Your eyes slightly glanced up from your computer to where a certain someone was humming along to an Eagles song. His hips swayed as he slipped the egg in the pan, unaware of your eyes following him. He was entirely in his own world while he left you to finish up what he was led to believe was just school work.

The innate cheerful aura the male gave off regardless of the landscape had always been one of your favourite things about him. He saw the joy and good in things most people tended to overlook. It didn’t matter if he had his guitar in his hands or a cooking tool; he’d shoot that smile that melted your heart.

“Whatcha doin’?” Charlie questioned, peering over the island in the apartment you had rented in the city.

“Just doing some work.” You replied, beginning to type once more with a sudden burst of inspiration. You barely noticed he had slid the egg onto the plate before he was at your side.

“Are you writing for Tumblr?”

That one sentence froze you. Fingers stiffened above the well-loved keyboard of your computer you’d invested a fair amount of money on. Goosebumps swarmed every inch of your skin that suddenly lost a few shades.

Your skittish gaze found purchase in the warm ocean of hazel that bore no judgment, “Did you just say Tumblr? H-how do you know Tumblr Charlie?”

The Canadian hummed in response with a thoughtful expression, “I saw this really cool artwork, and it had a link. I followed it to Tumblr. It’s such a cool site.”

“It’s a hell site.” You deadpanned at the young actor who held no contempt for the different creativity methods unleashed in the fandom. Your e/c irises stayed stuck in a battle of colour with his own eyes.

“If it’s a hell site, why do you go on it?”

“It’s like a car crash or a burning building. It’s horrifying, but you stay to see which outcome ends up winning.” You had to carefully find the words to eloquently describe why you kept returning to a site that was frustrating at times.

“There’s so much diversity from songs, traditional art, poems, dances, covers and now writing. It’s insane.” Charlie chucked as he nudged the plate of breakfast he’d cooked for you, “I’m really digging the ‘90s Lalex books-”

“Fanfics. Fics for short.” You offered the man who held a slight expression of confusion that quickly cleared up, “And the writing has been going on since the series dropped. I’d be rich for every fic that referenced Luke’s aversion to sleeves.”

The boisterous laugh filled the room as Charlie hunched over. His arms wrapped around his midsection.

“Don’t you find it weird that there are fics about you?”

“Weird?” Charlie spoke, scrunching up his nose adorably. His hazel eyes lightened further, “Y/N, I’m not weirded out. I’m honoured that I made enough impact to have people writing about me.”

A small smile broke across your face, “You totally have a secret account, don’t you?”

“No. NO.” The whisper come in the dark of the bedroom where both sides of the couple should be sleeping. You had been before Charlie whined with his phone attached to his hand.

“Baby?” You groaned, turning to find him still invested in the world of fanfiction. His hazel eyes, tear-filled, raised to meet yours, “What are you doing up at-3am?”

“I just finished reading this adorable fic about Willex. The euphoria had me reading the next fic without reading the summary.” Charlie cried to the bedside light you’d turned when his sniffles woke you up. The near distraught man didn’t fight as you gently took his face out of his hand.

“Oh, Char.” You hummed, bringing the brunette into your arms as he mourned whatever was in the fic.

“Luke died with his girlfriend waiting in the Orpheum. She lived and began a life with Bobby..er Trevor.” Charlie whispered against the soft comforter you’d only recently bought, “They never got to say goodbye. As Luke’s portrayer, I just know the double betrayal took him to his knees.”

“Ah, you found @losttinwritings ‘See you Again’. That one is a doozy.” You winced, remembering the heartbreaker, “You, however, need sleep.”

Charlie’s eyes quickly met the phone sitting in between you two, “But-”

“Here.” You handed over your own phone after clicking your secondary account, “It’s one of my all-time comfort fics when I’m feeling sad. @dream-a-little-bigger-x always nails it out of the park but ‘Love Shack’? Immaculate.”

Charlie’s eyes flickered between the phone in his hand to your eyes twinkling in the albeit shitty lighting the cheap lamp offered. The vulnerability in your eyes at offering your blog took his breath away. This was a place where you were safe in your thoughts with no judgment.

“Oh! And @cherrymaybank created ‘A Romantic’. A beautiful story in the eyes of a hopeless romantic Luke and the stoic, independent reader.” You offered with a grin and sigh of happiness, “I’ll have to start tagging you in the ones I adore. Definitely gonna introduce you to @merceret’s work; it’s always amazing regardless of how long the fic is or the distance between work. I’d wait a thousand years for her.”

Charlie’s lips spread to reveal that smile that always had you falling back in love over and over again. It even eased the panic you felt viewing Charlie’s rather honest confession he put on his Insta story. He’d caused panic within the writing community as he boldly announced his pride, awe, joy and love for all the fandom provided creatively.

Next thing you knew, you’d started sending each other fics you’d think the other would enjoy; it often ended up with the same fic being sent. Charlie didn’t address the topic publicly to allow the buzz of panic to die down. He also never discovered your personal writing blog either, well, that you knew about.

Sometimes you’d find him sniffling over a story where Luke discovers his girlfriend was unknowingly pregnant and never got to see him child grow up. That one also tore your heart apart and you’d been the one to write it. Just a secret you’d be taking to your grave.

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The MFackenthal Show with Special Guest @ownworldresident!

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Megs: Hello everyone! Welcome to another episode of “The MFackenthal Show!” Many many thanks to everyone who tuned in for the last episode. The response to the return of the show has been truly fantastic and humbling. It’s wonderful to have so many of you in our audience today!

Please give your warmest welcome to tonight’s special guest @ownworldresident!

Alex: Hey! *comes in waving* Great to be here, thanks for inviting me Megs I'm honoured! *gives bear hug* I'm a big fan of hugs. *collapses dramatically into comfortable looking teal lounge chair*

Megs: *Laughs* Well, make yourself comfortable, my friend.

Alex: Oh, you know I will!

Megs: Yes, yes I do. So I hear that you’re working on a book! Should I start calling you AJ?

Alex: Okay so ... as readers of Something Unexpected will know my name is Alex. My pen name, recently decided, is A. J. Brooks. *grins like an idiot* I give you permission to call me Alex.

Megs: Okay ... AJ ... so tell me, when did you join this crazy place we call the tumblr choices fandom?

Alex: I guess I could say I joined in about November? I started playing choices in August, because what better time to start than in the final semester of your bachelor's degree? I posted my first fic on Choices Archive which was unbelievably shit (the fic not the site!). I read A Royal Mate by @hopefulmoonobject aka Nesha and was inspired to write “You, The Lion” around chapter…. 6? I stalked Nesha to Tumblr, which I've never used before, and set up @ownworldresident, thus began the end of my social life. Courtesy of a design degree it was already pretty rocky.

Megs: Who needs a social life when we have choices, tumblr, and fanfic, right?

Alex: Right! We all need AUs to carry us through to the next chapter.

Megs: Speaking of the next chapter ... have you read all of the choices books?

Alex: Hehe… *grins sheepishly* I have not. I have, however, played TRR enough times to have played every book twice over.

Megs: Yeah, I think we’ve all done that! Okay, so who do you stan in TRR?

Alex: *in a monotone* Oh, gosh, what a difficult question. Gosh Meg that's so hard to answer… *feigns thoughtfulness, then grins and speaks normally* if Liam isn't gripping the headboard with one hand to steady himself… What's the point of playing?

Megs: I’ll answer that with one word: Drake.

Alex: *rolls her eyes* And that’s my cue to leave the stage. *Alex starts to get out of her chair*

*Megs grabs her arms to keep her in the chair.*

Megs: Nooooo! Stay! Tell us what you do when you’re not writing fics! Geeze!

Alex: Haha, you know I’d never leave you, beautiful! Okay, what do I do when I’m not writing fics ... I write my novel, reblog writing advice, play choices, chat to (and spam with excerpts) Nesha, Alicia, Stef, Urica, Pam, and you of course, also I have friends here but I'm not sure if they know I'm alive … I mean, I think I went out last month. This is specifically for Alicia - HE WILL REMAIN FRIENDZONED.

Megs: Awh, maybe you need to give this guy a chance?

Alex: Oh gosh, not you too! Stop! FRIENDZONED!

Megs: I’m just saying, sometimes the friend can be the *eyebrows raise twice* “friend.”

Alex: So, I’m from Australia! I was born in Perth (Western Australia), grew up in country WA, moved over to Melbourne to get a big fancy degree from a big fancy Uni, which i did *lifts fists in victory* and I love it here! Lots of ... um ... hot guys. But I spend all my time as a resident of my own world so don't actually see them much. I think I will need to go to Europe to find myself a Rhys.

Megs: nice deflection ... and we’re back to Liam. Hahah! Okay, okay, so as anyone who follows you on tumblr knows, you love to talk about writing. Tell us about your writing process.

Alex: What's a ‘process? *frowns quizzically* I haven't really trained myself enough to have one. I have a muse, she is incredible, if I'm stuck I give her a problem and go and do other things and my tigress works on it in the background. For example the last big thing I wanted was a new story to write, so about a week later I was washing dishes or something and she went LIAM BANGS AN ASSASSIN and that's how The Mark came about. In case you were wondering or something. i also really like walking through forests, that really puts me in touch with my tigress. It's how You The Lion started. *shrugs* otherwise it's just when I feel like it. If I'm angsty I write Rayne. If I'm frustrated (at myself) I write Anna. If I'm excited I write SU with Nesha. If I'm focused I write my novel. *smirks* that's it! *chuckles*

Actually, Megs, are you up for an acting challenge?

Megs: Don’t you know it! Did you bring a script with you?

Alex: Oh, just a snippet of my favourite passage of all I have ever written. It’s Liam and Lisa's argument. It’s love and trust and loss and honesty and pain, it’s really a pity they were too badly injured for angry sex. *winks*

Megs: I call reading Lisa’s lines!

Alex: Wha? Oh, okay, I’ll play Liam ...

*both ladies stand up in the middle of the stage and read overly dramatically*

Liam/Alex: “I thought you loved me Lisa…”

Lisa/Megs: “Of course I love you!”

Liam/Alex: “Then that should be enough to just my judgement…”

Lisa/Megs: “YES! It should! It should be enough to trust and yet you don’t! You don’t trust me, you’re blinded by him and how DARE you use your rank over me! I don’t give a shit what your reasoning was Liam that is not okay.”

Liam/Alex “It was to -”

Lisa/Megs: “Keep me safe! Guess what! I can defend myself, as if you didn’t know that. I told you, you should have believed me, because you said you loved and trusted me EVEN THOUGH YOU DON’T and that should be enough!”

Alex: And end scene!

*The ladies take a bow*

I don't know if it makes sense without context and its only the dialogue but I love it! You were a decent Lisa. Though I’m not sure Lisa would have been quite so dramatic about it.

Megs: You weren’t a half-bad Liam. But i know he would have been more dramatic than you were being! *wink*

*Both Alex and Megs starts to return to their seats - but Alex gets to Meg’s chair first. Megs slowly goes to sit in the comfy teal green chair and gives Alex the side eye.*

Alex: So Megs ... when and why did you decide to review and interview fanfic writers?

Megs: What is it with my guests thinking they get to take over asking the questions?! *Megs shakes her head in disbelief* Hmm ... the first spotlight post/MFackenthal show was just over a year ago on May 5, 2018. At that time, I wasn’t writing any fanfiction, but I wanted to give back to the community. I don’t think I had even done a review post yet. By that time I had written some posts to wish authors happy birthday or to highlight someone’s work that I was in love with ... but I had 100 followers and I wanted to celebrate that. @maxattack-powell, @tmarie82, @lizeboredom, and a few others who aren’t here any more helped me come up with a way to spotlight the fanfic authors and I wrote a pilot episode of the Mfackenthal Show. Ellen saw it, gave me this show, and the rest is history as they say.

Alex: I love that you wanted to give back! One last question ... *leans elbow on side of chair and rests chin on fingers to look at you, narrowing gaze* ... tell us one of your most fantastical Drake related dreams. Maybe you or someone can turn it into a one shot?

Megs: Alex! Oh my gosh! Hahaha! Hmmm ... okay ... well, the story would be an AU. The MC, Megs - cause all the MCs are named Megs in my stories, is a Princess of a small country, but she’s gone into hiding because someone is after her and her family. She goes to Cordonia and asks to help manage Liam’s social season. She needs to stay behind the scenes so she can’t be in it. She convinces Bastien, Liam, and Drake that she would be a good counselor/therapist for Liam - help him make decisions about who would be the best partner for him. Of course, both Liam and Drake end up falling in love with Megs. As always, Drake believes himself to be unworthy because he knows that Megs is a princess. Megs is always very clear that she’s not in love with Liam and is in love with Drake. All the forces keep Megs and Drake apart. Drake eventually helps Megs get back to her country and Megs gets injured in a battle when she tries but fails to save her father from being murdered. This means that Megs has to take the throne. Drake tries to live without her, heading back to Cordonia. Drake and Megs finally get together after her country and Cordonia enter trade negotiations and Liam sends Drake to make those negotiations.

Alex: *sighs* Megs, that’s beautiful.

Megs: Thanks! Probably not a one-shot though.

Alex: Probably not. Alright - well, your producers are telling me that it’s almost time to wrap up the show. So, I think it’s time for you and your audience to learn to do the shuffle! So stand up.

*stands and looks at you expectantly until you do the same*

okay now drink this …

Megs: uh ...

Alex: Just drink it! It's not poison *smirks as you drink and splutter then shrugs at your horrified expression and drinks the other half* don't worry it's just tequila. Okay follow me, stand there… music please… let's do this.

*proceeds to teach and dance and drink more and kiss the cameraman and fall over then get up and keep dancing like nothing happened*

--- several minutes later, both collapsed and grinning and slightly drunk ---

Please don't analyze me. I have a lot of problems. Urk.

Megs: We’ll save the analysis for after the show! (hiccups) Alright folks (hic!) I guess it’s time to go!

Alex: *drunkenly* Omgosh I LOVE this fandom. Everyone is so friendly and (predominantly) positive *side eyes you* and creative and supportive and talented! I love you all. Thank you for being you, and if you interact with me, my fics, or anything I post, I consider myself honoured thank you!! To the fandom I will say keep being who you are. Every single one of you is incredible *shrugs excitedly, grinning*.

Megs: Have a great night, all! Don’t drink and drive! Love you all!!!!

And now for the tags! If you want to be added to the tag list for these or removed, please let me know! They won’t come out every day, I promise!

@hopefulmoonobject @queen-among-writers

#The MFackenthal Show #Official episode 4 #but really episode 5 #I'm not drunk - you're drunk #Alex is a pusher!#She got Liam drunk this same way once #Tequila may be poison though #That was a set of dreams I had about Drake and Liam #Really couldn't be a one shot #We really do love you all though!

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jovialyouthmusic · 5 years

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The Many Lives of Drake Walker

A Royal Romance AU fanfic

7 An Unexpected Arrival

Unexpectedly alone, I visit Duchess Camille of Valtoria and Duke Drake Walker

Drake pondered over Kate’s words when he and Charlotte were in the hot tub with the other couple.

‘Drake over there has probably kept something of Charlotte's at some point as a memento of your time together’ The truth was, he hadn’t – not a photo, not a lock of hair, not a piece of clothing – nothing. Only memories – things that she had written and the few experiences that they’d had since he’d contacted her and brought her through form the other side of the screen. If he wanted to remember Charlotte or Lucy or Les – all he had was in his head, nothing concrete. He had given her something to anchor her, but what he has was fleeting, unsubstantial.

And what was he? A gathering of electrons given more solidity by sheer emotional energy, the longing of the readers to find a soulmate, someone to give them what they wanted – or needed, something they couldn’t find in their own world. He was shaped by longing, by fantasy and need. But what did he want? What did he need or long for?

He craved solidity, reliability, constancy. How could he find it in his shifting world that took him from place to place, to dance like a puppet at the whim of others? If he kept something, would it remain with him? If he had some precious object, where could he keep it that was not subject to change? Even his face was subject to change. He was not sure where he had found the chain and cartridge he had given to Les to help identify him as her unique Drake – had he imagined it into existence? Had he ever really known his father at all?

That was why he sought out the writers he identified with – while he was with them he had some control and stability. He felt that the time for their regular rendezvous was approaching, and looked forward to it eagerly.

But then he felt the pull of someone starting one of her chapters, and he was drawn away to play his role…

Les

Writing that evening, I minimised and looked for Drake, but he wasn’t there. I realised that I couldn’t get to wherever it was that Drake existed without his help. Disappointed, I went back to writing, but after a few minutes I heard the familiar tapping and minimised again.

‘Hey Les – it’s me – Kate’s Drake’ I frowned. The face was familiar, and the voice of course, but sadly it wasn’t who I was expecting, and the token I wore around my neck when I sat to write was warm and heavy. ‘Your man’s sorry he can’t make it, someone’s reading through Charlotte’s Choice – looks like he has a binge reader’

‘Oh, that’s a shame’ I said, my heart sinking. DD smiled sadly

‘I’m afraid I’ll be taken up shortly, my writer’s trying to work something out, but you can come over if you like. I’ve found someone else to look after you’ I thought for a moment. It would be a shame not to go, and maybe my man would be free before I had to come back.

‘Okay, I guess it’s the same procedure to get through?’ He nodded and put his hand up. In an instant I was with him, and he put his arm around me to steady me. My token was hot and heavy and although he wasn’t ‘my’ Drake I still felt a little flutter, and he smiled at me as if he knew, but wouldn’t take advantage of it. We were in the waiting area, and characters walked from place to place or sat and chatted. Another figure walked over to greet me – another Drake, based on the original model but more lifelike, much like my Drake had been when I first arrived. He held out his hand.

‘You must be Les. Your man was sorry he couldn’t come, and when my partner found out you’d be alone, she asked me to invite you to our place’ I smiled and reached out my hand. He leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek that was chaste and friendly. The flutter I felt was much less noticeable, which was odd but I realised each Drake was a little different, shaped by their playthroughs and fic writers. Their chemistry matched their followers and creators

‘Oh’ I said ‘that’s kind – who is your partner?’

‘Camille, I believe you’ve read about us?’ he said , and I smiled

‘Oh yes, I enjoyed your story’ DD patted me on the shoulder

‘I have to go, Les. Enjoy your visit. I hope we can double date again, it was fun.’ he said, and turned to leave.

‘It looks like I’m all yours’ I said ‘Where are we going?’

‘Camille wanted to invite you to our Manor in Valtoria’ he said ‘Shall we?’ he offered me his arm ‘I’ll lead you to the courtyard, she’ll be waiting for us’. In the blink of an eye we were standing in the courtyard outside the Manor at Valtoria – called the manor, but more like a mini castle. The stone was a pale honey colour and there were turrets galore. The gravel was a similar pale colour and had been spread evenly, pristinely level so no puddles would form if it rained – or so it occurred to me.

Camille’s Valtoria put mine to shame. The planting of shrubs and neatly clipped hedges was immaculate, set here and there with colourful bedding plants. The Duchess was waiting for us and stepped forward to greet me. I couldn’t help but notice that she was extremely pregnant.

‘Hello Les, I’ve heard about you from Drake’ she said ‘But I see you’re appearing as Charlotte – I’m honoured to have a member of royalty visit my Duchy.’ She made a little curtsey, but I rushed forward to take her hand.

‘Camille, please… it’s just a face claim, and I’m sure if I really was Charlotte I’d not want you to treat me any differently.’ I eyed her huge belly ‘You must be due very soon, are you sure you should be having visitors?’ Camille waved her hand dismissively.

‘Oh I’m sick of folk telling me to take it easy. The baby will come when it’s ready’ Drake hovered at her elbow and shot me a look that told me the he was worried about her condition but not stupid enough to tell her to rest. ‘Come on in and I’ll show you around – I made a few alterations so it will be a little different from the other Manors’ Camille said.

I had imagined the Manor in my own way, although I had only visited the kitchens and the terrace outside where the firepit, barbecue and hot tub were. In my own imagination and in my writing, as Lucy I shared the Manor with Liam (or Brad as I called him) and Drake in a legal ‘three way’ marriage, so had set out the upper rooms to suit that arrangement. As Charlotte it had been the ancient seat of the Severus family and the Court had stayed there during the social season. After Anton had been arrested for treason, Charlotte had awarded it to Drake along with the title of Duke of Valtoria.

I hadn’t considered the details of the downstairs layout, but Camille and her writer had obviously given much thought to the décor. Camille chatted away, telling me that she had collaborated with her writer as to the décor. It was beautiful – the colour scheme was understated and subtle, every detail given careful thought.

‘When I got pregnant Drake got a bit over protective’ she confided in me ‘As soon as I started showing he stopped me from riding, and although we held open house for a while – you know, allowing our citizens to come in and ask us for help if they had anything worrying them – he stopped that after six months.’ She sighed, and rested her hand on her belly ‘This one isn’t in a hurry to come out and I’m just so bored, decorating helped keep me occupied.’

‘She calls it decorating’ said Drake ‘But you can bet your bottom dollar I’m not letting her climb any ladders – either myself or the staff have been the ones doing all the hard work’ He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. ‘Camille is one determined lady, but she had to agree with me that the health of the baby comes first.’

‘Well you’ve done a fabulous job’ I said ‘I’m not sure that Lucy is self aware enough to take over decorating. Because I’m here in person, my main characters – that’s Lucy and Charlotte - don’t have a life of their own, they just follow through the story line when somebody reads them. It’s very confusing’

‘You’ll have some tea and refreshments won’t you?’ Camille asked brightly ‘I don’t have much of an appetite so delicate little sandwiches are just the thing for me – but Drake likes something more substantial so we end up eating entirely difficult things. It would be lovely to sit out on the terrace with you and chat’

‘Yeah, about that’ said Drake ‘I have some papers to see to, so I’ll leave you ladies to yourselves.’ He kissed Camille on the cheek, gave me a little bow and left us alone. Camille led me out onto the terrace, where two chairs were set out by a table, with a sunshade keeping off the warm summer sun. A young woman came out with a trolley and set the table with little sandwiches and tiny cakes and a pot of tea, immaculately set out in contemporary china.

Camille nibbled at the sandwiches and absentmindedly rubbed her baby bump, which was more than large enough to rest her cup and saucer. I laughed as I saw the saucer bounce, the tea sloshing around a little as the baby kicked.

‘The baby looks lively’ I remarked – your first, isn’t it?’

‘Yes’ she replied ‘and I can’t wait for her to make an appearance, she always gets lively just as I’m trying to get to sleep. She’s a bit too comfortable in there’

‘I have boys myself in my world’ I said ‘I expect the process is much the same here. Are you planning a home birth or going into hospital?’

‘I have a birthing pool all set up and the midwife on call’ she said ‘But it’s late so if things don’t happen in the next couple of days Drake will take me to hospital’ she said with a sigh.

‘My first was late’ I said ‘I know how you feel. The day before I had him I was out in the garden chopping wood, I was so fed up of resting’

‘It must have done the trick, but I think Drake would have a heart attack if I did anything like that.’ she grinned ‘I’m hoping some spicy food and a little bedroom action will work’ she winked.

‘Well that’s tried and tested, and if I know my Drakes, I’m positive that he’ll be very enthusiastic about it’ I joked.

‘It still seems weird to me that there’s more than one Drake’ she said. ‘I’ve not been outside my own little world, but he tells me there are different versions of other characters’

‘Perhaps you can explore a little sometime’ I replied ‘I don’t really know how it works – it may be because you are a unique character you might not be able to – but you can certainly have visitors’

‘Well I’m too busy waiting for this mischief maker for me to go anywhere else’ she said. ‘I’ve had enough sitting around – do you fancy a walk down to the stables? I love riding round the estate but have to make do with just going and giving the horses the odd apple right now. Drake won’t even let me groom them – in fact I’d better let him know where we’re going or he’ll get paranoid.’ She winced a little, holding her belly.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked

‘Oh just a bit of indigestion. Little Lily here is taking up so much room that my stomach can’t tolerate much. I’ll be fine’ She picked up a bell to summon the young woman back.

‘I wasn’t so keen on having staff to start with’ she said ‘but it’s handy when I’m so huge and cranky – there’s no way I’d be cooking dinner while I’m the size of a bus’ She smiled and told the girl to let Drake know we were off for a walk to the stables. Our progress was slow, but Camille insisted that we carry on. She stopped halfway to rest, leaning against a fence and putting her hand to her back, grimacing in discomfort again.

‘Oh this baby can’t come soon enough’ she grumbled ‘Sorry to keep on about it, let’s carry on, I’m fine now’ I was getting a little concerned, but she seemed determined that she was okay, and who better to judge than herself. She rested on a haybale when we got in to the stables, then we went to look at the horses.

This is Phoenix’ she said, stroking the muzzle of a jet black horse ‘She’s mine’ I looked at her, amazed.

‘And Drake’s is Sultan?’ I asked, and she looked surprised.

‘Yes, how did you know?’

Same for me and my man – except Phoenix is white. I’m thinking Sultan is white, am I right?’ She gestured to the next stall

‘See for yourself’ she smiled. I gaped, looking in at the horse, which was of course a fine grey stallion.

‘Well that is just weird’ I said, and paused, looking at her in alarm as she groaned suddenly, her hand on her bump and looking down at her feet, a puddle slowly forming at her feet on the straw strewn floor.

‘oooooh dear’ she said quietly ‘I think my waters just broke’ I looked around for staff, and luckily a stable hand was not far away. I told him to quickly go and tell Drake so he could set things in motion.

‘Oh hell’ Camille was clutching her stomach ‘Maybe that wasn’t indigestion, maybe it was a contraction – and that one on the way down. Surely they should come closer together before this – owwww!’

‘Every baby’s different, Camille’ I said, realizing that might not be reassuring. ‘We can get you back to the manor and call the midwife’

‘I don’t think I can – ooowww!’ she grimaced ‘Son of a b – where’s Drake when you need him?’ I led her over to a hay bale to sit and held her hand, which she gripped tightly.

‘Everything will be fine Camille, just breathe and I’m sure Drake will have the midwife over in no time’ She sat and panted, holding her belly and grimacing.

‘Oh that’s better’ she panted ‘It’s fading now. Where is that useless husband of mine?’ Another contraction hit her before he appeared, carrying a bag, the stable boy at his side. I had counted and reckoned they were around seven minutes apart.

‘Drake, it’s about time, why the hell have you got my hospital bag?’ she cried ‘If you and Gregor here help, we can get back to the birthing poo… owww!’ Her sentence was cut short by another contraction and she grimaced in pain.

‘Now Camille, you need to stay calm for the baby’ he said soothingly but with a slight tremble in his voice ‘Joanna is at another birth and she’ll be with us as soon as she can’

‘Another birth?’ Camille cried, dismayed ‘Why have a fucking midwife if she runs off to deliver someone else’s baby? She’s supposed to be on call twenty four seven’ She panted, and Drake went to her side and held her hand.

‘Look at me Camille – remember your breathing – nice deep breaths just now, stay calm and everything will be fine. When the contraction’s finished we’ll get you back to the house’

‘I – oh my god, it hurts’ she moaned ‘Drake Walker, this is all your fault’ Drake looked at me sheepishly and I gave him a sympathetic smile.

‘Yes my darling, you can blame me for everything if it will make you happy.’ He crooned, waiting for the contraction to die down. ‘Now put your arm around my shoulder and we’ll make our way baaa…’ he was cut short by Camille squeezing his hand hard and he winced in pain.

‘Ohmygod it’s not over yet’ she grimaced ‘Just wait – I can’t – ooooohhh’ She panted. Drake looked over at the stable hand.

‘Gregor, go get hot water and towels – lots of them. I think little Lily may be born right here’

‘Here?’ moaned Camille ‘but the birthing pool – and the music – and the rose petals – not in the stable’ tears started to spill down her cheeks. Drake motioned me over.

‘Les if you take a look in the bag, there’s an MP3 player and a portable speaker. If you can set it up, we can have the music Camille wanted at least.’ I did as I was asked, and soon soothing music filled the air. I saw Camille relax a little, but she was still not happy

‘Drake, it shouldn’t be – the contractions, they’re so close, it’s happening too quick’ she sobbed. I went to her side

‘Camille sweetie, listen to me. Once your waters break, everything happens much quicker. It’s quite normal – and by the way little Lily was kicking your teacup I’d say she was in the right position to make an appearance very soon, head down and ready to pop out’ Camille nodded

‘Th-thankyou Les – but where’s the midwife – h - how about a doctor? Drake – it’s happening so fast’ she was trying not to cry, but hormones were raging through her and I knew that once she started to get irrational and emotional it wouldn’t be long before the baby came. She looked at me pleadingly ‘Can’t you get me inside? I know you can take short cuts, Drake told me about it’ My heart broke.

‘I’m so sorry Camille, I only know how to do it with my Drake, and I don’t want to risk getting anything wrong and hurting the baby’ Tears streamed down her face and I stood helpless. I couldn’t even get help as I didn’t know who to fetch or where they might be.

‘Now Camille – baby – listen to me’ said Drake ‘I – I’ve delivered foals before…’ Camille’s eyes sprang wide open and she glared at him angrily.

‘I am NOT a fucking horse, Drake’ she sobbed ‘I’m not giving birth to a foal, this is our BABY’ she groaned in frustration before another contraction hit and she panted and puffed through it. Gregor appeared with a sheet, towels and hot water. He and I spread the sheet out, and piled the towels up on a clean surface. Drake rummaged in the bag he’d brought and got hand sanitiser out. At his direction, all three of us used it just in case we had to help. Meanwhile Camille was coping with another contraction, panting and whimpering.

‘Your Grace, someone is sure to come’ said Gregor, his tone slightly shaky ‘both myself and your husband contacted the midwife and doctor, and they assured me help is coming’ She nodded as she panted, and Drake coaxed her into a position where he could see what was happening, draping a sheet over her knees to preserve what dignity he could, and Gregor stayed at the door to the stable to keep watch for help.

‘Les, could you hold Camille’s hand while I take a look?’ Drake asked, and he patted her hand reassuringly before moving to her feet. He took her soaked panties off and peered at her ‘I can’t see the head yet’ he said ‘But I think we haven’t got long to wait’

‘You THINK?’ Camille screamed, and lay back in exasperation ‘Where the FUCK is my midwife – I want Theresa’ she cried, and started weeping. I knew from my own experience that the rapid switch of emotions meant that Drake was correct, and the baby would be making an appearance very soon. Another contraction hit, and Drake’s eyes widened.

‘I think – I see the head, she’s crowning. You need to push, darling’

I saw a flurry of movement at the door of the stable, and a tall dark haired woman entered, carrying a black bag of the sort one always sees in dramas about midwives and doctors, and I wondered who had conjured it up. She pushed Drake to the side and knelt to examine Camille. Drake immediately went to his wife’s side as the midwife swept into action.

‘Your Grace – no time for introductions, your baby is eager to make an appearance’ she said in a clipped tone. The contraction had died away and Camille was whimpering. ‘Next time I want you to push as hard as you can’ Camille nodded, biting her lip, and Drake peered over the sheet while squeezing her hand. He was obviously torn between staying by her side and seeing his daughter enter the world.

The next contraction hit, and Camille panted short and fast to start with.

‘Push, your Grace’ encouraged the midwife ‘Bear down, she’s coming’ Camille’s face contorted, sweat from her brow streaming down to join the tears on her cheeks, and Drake put his arm around her shoulders and held her tight. The contraction stopped and Camille lay back, moaning in pain. She looked at Drake with venom.

‘This is all your fault – I swear to GOD you’re never touching me again’ she growled. I looked across at him with sympathy

‘It’s okay Drake, it’s just the hormones talking’ I assured him as Camille gathered her strength for the next push. The pattern repeated three times, Camille pushing then resting, berating Drake for getting her pregnant in language that I was sure she never normally used. Drake pursed his lips and took the abuse with fortitude.

‘You’re doing fine Camille’ I said soothingly ‘Everything’s going to be okay’ She nodded, and squeezed my hand tight as another contraction hit. She screwed up her face and pushed – and pushed – and screamed long and loud. Drake was transfixed, peering over the sheet, and I saw his face change as Camille suddenly relaxed and lay back exhausted, weeping and laughing.

‘That’s it your Grace’ said the midwife ‘Your baby’s here – it’s a girl!’ Efficiently she scooped up the indignantly squalling baby for Drake to see, and he scrambled round to get closer. ‘Would you like to cut the umbilical your Grace?’ she asked him, motioning to the scissors that lay at Camille’s feet ‘You might want to get ready to hold the baby next to your skin, let her feel your heartbeat, your Grace’ she advised Camille. Drake was gazing adoringly at his daughter as I helped Camille open up her blouse. After cutting the cord, with an air of reverence and so, so gently Drake took the infant who immediately quietened as he crooned softly to her.

‘There there little Lily, welcome to the world. Your mama and I love you so much’ and almost reluctantly he handed her over to Camille to lay on her chest. ‘I’m a father’ he said quietly, unbelievingly ‘you’re a mother Camille – our little Lily is here at last’ Camille was fixed on the tiny baby, gazing down lovingly as she waved her little arms and legs and opened and closed her tiny fists like starfish.

‘Oh little one – you’re just perfect’ she whispered, and looked up to Drake ‘Look what we did – isn’t she just wonderful?’ I smiled at the idyllic scene in front of me, but became aware of another presence. The token around my neck cooled and became lighter as my Drake appeared in the doorway of the stable, and a look of amazement crossed his face.

‘What the – well Les, you’re certainly in the thick of it’ he said incredulously. I went over to him to take his arm and give him a kiss on the cheek. Camille and her Drake were totally caught up in the new arrival and hadn’t registered that anyone else was there.

‘I think perhaps we can leave them right now’ I whispered ‘We can visit another time’ He nodded, and I closed my eyes to take ourselves back to our own version of Valtoria out by the barbeque.

‘It looks like you had quite a time without me’ he said ‘I missed you’ He wrapped his arms around me. Never had a hug felt so comforting, so satisfying. He rocked me from side to side. ‘Les, I’m so sorry. Someone started reading Charlotte’s Choice and I couldn’t get away. They must have enjoyed it, they played right through’

‘You must be pretty exhausted then – that’s a lot of sex for one evening’ I said

‘Time doesn’t work like that here.’ he asserted ‘Though I don’t know how to compare with your world. It can be very fluid here. And thanks to the lovely writers out there and their insatiable lust for me – I’m always ready to go.’ His voice sent delicious shivers down my spine.

‘Uh – do you think it’s possible I might get pregnant here?’ I asked ‘My mind is doing somersaults thinking about it’ Drake blinked and looked like he was thinking deeply.

‘It’s never happened with anyone else’ he said after a while ‘I don’t think anything so delicate would survive moving between the two worlds.’

‘Oh my god – have you had anyone pregnant in my world come across?’ I asked. His eyes widened.

‘I’m not sure – not that I know of’ I shook my head at his answer.

‘In any case, on my side I’m past that, but the thought of being pregnant here, and whether it would be viable on either side…’

‘Your body sits at the screen while some – projection of you – some form of energy crosses to here’ he mused, then sighed ‘In any case that’s dampened my ardour somewhat’ he said, dejected. ‘I’m sure someone will have the answer, I’ll ask around.’

‘I’m sorry’ I said, squeezing his arm. ‘I’ll probably have to go back soon anyway’ He patted my hand.

‘Enough time for a slow dance?’ he asked ‘At least I’ll have the memory of being close to you to tide me over until next time’

‘Of course’ I smiled, and noted that the MP3 player was still there, so I conjured up the playlist. He raised his eyebrows

‘Doing things the easy way are we?’ he asked

‘Why waste time when we could be holding each other?’ I murmured, playing his trick of speaking close to his ear, rewarded by feeling a shudder run through him. We started to sway to the music, our bodies moulding to each other, finding comfort and stimulation in our closeness.

‘What will you think of tonight when you’re in bed?’ he asked quietly, after a while.

‘You’ I replied as I felt the familiar pull of my own world, and his faded out.

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fanficparker · 5 years

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Ocean Eyes | Haz mini series | Part 1

Pairing: (Strangers to Friends to Lovers!) (Imaginary Love Triangle!) (Accidental Adultery!) Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/n: It was my first ever fanfic, I earlier posted it on instagram and so thought of posting it here too. It’s trash. Check my masterlist for other fics, one-shots & more parts.

Word count: 2.1K

Warning: This fic is trash. Swearing, Flirting

Description: Y/n Y/l/n, a doctor by profession, loner by destiny, having just a little celebrity crush on a British actor Tom Holland. Her whole life changes when she accidentally bumped into a blue-eyed man on a rainy dark night, who was supposed to be Tom’s best friend Harrison Osterfield. What will happen when Harrison starts to fall for her? This celebrity crush on Tom will of course create some drama ;)

Part 1…

It was just 7 pm, but the temperature was falling rapidly. The loud pitter-patter sound of raindrops falling on the ground accompanied by the sound of splashing water under your running foot-steps triumph over mild whooshing sound of cold wind touching your skin. The streets were nearly vacant and the orange light from the street lamps reflecting over the thin layer of water, made the road appear yellowish. The night was dark, full of clouds hiding the moon and all the stars. You were trying your best not to slip on the watery road. Your spectacles were totally drenched in water making your vision extremely blurry as you ran on the road towards your destination until you bumped into someone making both of you fall on the opposite side.

The two thin files of paper that you were holding earlier dropped on the ground with your glasses. Both the files and glasses were hell important for you, so you hurriedly began searching for them.

“Sorry sir, I am very sorry. I ruined your clothes, I wish I could help you, but I have an urgent call.” You gasped not facing the man you bumped into, but he helped you collect the fallen stuff. You both stood up as he handled you the stuff. His willingness to help proved that he was absolutely generous.

“Not to worry. By the way, I am Ha…” You weren’t in the situation to lose any more time, so you simply rushed past him, ignoring his words.

The only thing you remember about him was his ocean blue eyes.

•••

You zoomed into the charity hospital and straight away carried yourself to the operating room. It was an emergency case, you had to operate the patient as soon as possible. Because of your broken car, you were already running out of time. After an hour you finally came out wearing your white coat and removing your plastic gloves.

An old man instantly hushed towards you. His voice was shaky and his hands were fidgeting.

“How’s she? Did we lost….” You cut him and with a smile plastered on your face, consoled:“The mother is all right and congratulations it’s a boy”. The dangerous medical case was successfully handled by you Dr Y/n Y/l/n one of the top gynaecologists in the west.

The man joined his hands before you. Tears were glistening in his eyes. “You are a God, you saved my daughter, and you did it for charity. I don’t even know how to thank you.” You gently hugged him. “It’s my job” there was satisfaction and pride in your voice. You guided him to the ICU and made your steps towards the locker room to get changed into a fresh pair of clothes as the previous one were completely soaked.

Before you could enter inside the locker room you noticed a young man, standing by the wall with his eyes on you.

“Is there anything I could do for you?” you questioned reaching near him. He just looked at you and smiled finally opening his mouth after a whole ten seconds.

“I didn’t know this was the reason of your emergency” he murmured.

He had blue eyes.

“Oh My God! So you were the one I bumped into… I am really sorry” you exclaimed in the beginning with voice shrill at the end. With slightly tugged chin and raised eyebrows he gasped “I’m only gonna forgive you if you provide me with the honour to take you for a coffee or tea?”

You giggled at his cute offer and dramatic style of an offering. There was something in him that made you stop refusing his offer.

“Just gimme 10 minutes, I need to change” you smiled turning to the locker room

“Yeah, I will wait.”

You changed your clothes wearing a simple blue floral dress with tights and sweater. You saw him waiting at the reception.

“We shall now” you spoke making him nod. The rain had already paused, as you walk inside the down street cafe, ordering a tea. You were sipping your tea when he started a conversation.

“It’s pretty cold here right,” he said keeping his cup down.

“Yeah,” you said repeating his actions.

“By the way, can I know your good name?”

“Oh yeah, of course. I am Dr Y/n Y/l/n and you?”

“Dr Y/n, I’m Harrison. Harrison Osterfield ”

His style of introducing himself made you chuckle.

“You don’t need to call me doctor. You aren’t my patient”

“Maybe I’m”

“I have no idea what that means” you felt your cheeks burn realizing he was flirting with you. Something in him looked familiar until it finally struck you.

“W-wait are Harrison Osterfield friends with the actor Tom Holland, OMG. I have seen you on Instagram a lot.” you squealed in a little excitement.

“I’m glad you recognized me. Most people only recognize Tom” he said in a soft tone. You gave him a smile listening to his words as you continued sipping your tea. It was finally the time to depart. While you were walking outside the cafe he again tried to start up a conversation.

“Hey, where do you live? If you want I could drop you”

“Hmm. actually, I don’t live here, my hotel is about 50 km from here, and my car is broken, so I am thinking of booking room in another nearby hotel to spend the night,” you answered genuinely.

“Oh god, that sucks… If you don’t mind you could stay at my place till your car repairs, it’s really near from here”

“Aahhh” you were confused to get into someone’s home, you just met.

“You can you can send your location to any of your relative or friend, and tell them them you are with me, this way you won’t be afraid” he said, making you look up.

“I don’t mean that I’m doubtful about you, you know” you tried, feeling embarrassed.

“No, I mean everyone should always be on a safe side, especially girls, you should really do that, the world isn’t that safe.” he convinced you. You wondered what an amazing person he was.

“I don’t wanna be a burden” you said.

“It’s totally fine, you won’t a burden, and maybe I can make you meet Tom tomorrow.” he smiled wide making his eyes crinkle.

“It’s not about Tom… I mean you are really very interesting…Okay I will” You agreed, remembering his previous words of being unrecognised.

“So.. just send your location and tell them, you’re with me, you would feel safer” he insisted and you sent the information to one of your close colleagues. This move by him, totally points about his good character, he is the type of guy who can make any stranger feel safe. You nodded, you’re were ready to go with him. He looked up through his lashes smiling, guiding you to his car. Even you both just met, still, you felt safe with him.

After just the first five minutes of being in his car, you jolted up, yelling “Oh my god god god”, making him pull the car breaks.

“What happened?”

“I forgot bringing my nightwear, my stuff, nothing…shoot” Your exaggerated reaction made him laugh.

“I got a lot of spare clothes, maybe a little big for you, but you can surely use them” he reassured igniting the engine again. You were worried about going with a stranger is a little risky, but his generous approach made you believe him. Moreover, you had an SOS function on your phone. Safety first.

But he appeared so protective.

He drove to his place which was actually not very far. He gave you a seat on the living room sofa, politely offering you dinner.

“I got pasta for dinner, would you like eating?”

“Oh yeah, why not” you agreed as you were dangerously hungry. He was placing the pasta in the microwave when you followed him into the kitchen.

“Let me help” you insisted, grabbing two serving plates. Behaving like a gentleman he didn’t allow you to work as per the ‘norms of serving a guest’. After you both finished up the food you both asked about each other’s lives.

He’s an aspiring actor, but a successful English model. He lives in London, the place you are going to shift really soon. He seemed really nice and funny. Not forgetting to mention a little flirty, but you didn’t mind.

“So y/n what’s up in your life, your parents?”

“It’s fine. And they both passed away in an accident 2 years before”

“I am extremely sorry”

“No need of sorries ”

He pressed his lips and tried to change the topic.

“Okay, I found you like movies, so what if you wanna see a movie with me tonight?!”

“OMG why not”

He surfed the Netflix and starts to choose, you quickly slide towards him and point to the movie “Me before you”, as you haven’t seen it yet.

“Oh yeah it’s a good movie, and one of my favourite novels! ” you squealed getting next to him. You noticed you came sliding too close to him so pulled back a little murmuring “sorry”.

“It’s fine, I guess we are friends now?”

“Of course”

He played the movie…

Netflix (and chill)…Hey, you just watched the movie, so don’t think otherwise…

As the movie finishes, he shuts off the TV, getting back to the conversation.

“So, you can tell me about your past life, boyfriend et cetra stuff? It’s good to know about friends.” he soothed.

“Umm… actually, to be honest, my past life was no less than a nightmare. My parents always said I was worthless and were kind of torturing me many times, hmm. I still miss them yet. And talking of boyfriend, we were incompatible. So, mutually dumped each other. Rest everything is cool, especially the weather!” you replied.

No matter how bad your past was, you were a present-living-loving person, so you didn’t mind the old memories.

What’s gone is gone.

This approach of yours, plus the innocent humour, in addition to the charitable help you did earlier was already making this blue-eyed young man attracted to you. You continued as he didn’t say anything. “I have a good life now, I know my worth, people respect me and all that stuff. But just I don’t have any family or friends. I am shifting to London probably this week, the charity week here in the USA is over, there’s a lot of work in London there, my house is still under construction and I have to find a rented flat or house to live till my home is finished. So much mess…….uggghhh.” A frustrated whimper left your lips as you held your forehead with your hands. Harrison kept his hand on your shoulder reassuring you.

“Hey you don’t need to worry, I and Tom too are going back to London so you can very well stay with us till everything is sorted out, it would be my pleasure to have you at my place.”

“What? No no… You already have done so much…I can’t….”

“Oh come on I just got you tea and pasta, it’s totally fine”

“I never thought people were so nice”

“I will take it as 'yes’” he said smiling.

“You must be uncomfortable in these clothes, you can take a shower and change” he adviced.

It was true that the tights and jacket were uncomfortable to sleep in, so you nodded and he guided you to the bathroom attached to the room, handling a sweatshirt and a trouser. After relaxing and getting changed you walked back to the living room, he too had changed into comfortable wear. He shifted his gaze towards you with an amusing grin.

“What? I know I’m shorter than you so your clothes look weird on me but—-” He cuts you words in the middle.

“You look cute!” making you flushed, so apparently, you tried to change the topic.

“By the way, I am not feeling like sleeping I guess,” you said with an enigmatic tone trying to hide the fact that you just blushed. “Umm… same! Would you like playing some cards game with me”

“But we are just 2 people”

“Right, let me call Tom, he will surely join us.”

Externally you just nodded, but from the inside, you were screaming…Tom Holland was coming, your favourite celebrity, the person you have a celebrity crush on from at least 5 years……

In about 15 mins the doorbell rung, making you nervous. Harrison received the door. Tom Holland was standing right in front of you.

(TBC) (SORRY IF 😂 YOU WASTED YOUR TIME READING THIS TRASH).

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pikapeppa · 5 years

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Writer’s Interview

Tagged by @galadrieljones! Her interview was fascinating and really informative; I would recommend you all check it out.

Tagging forward to @iarollane @charlatron @wardsarefunctioning @aban-asaara @thevikingwoman @athenril-of-kirkwall @fourletterepithet @oops-gingermoment @thunderheadfred @loquaciousquark @obvidalous@barddoc1992 and anyone else who wants to respond!

Q: What is your coffee order?

I don’t drink coffee. Tea for me, please!

Q: What is the coolest thing you’ve ever done?

The first thing that comes to mind is going to Iceland in 2016. Driving all around the island and seeing the fucking glacier lagoon Jökulsárlón was just.... breathtaking. I’ve never seen a place like that in my life.

Maybe another cool thing I did was finally find the balls to do a cosplay (a casual, lazy one, but a cosplay nonetheless) last year when I went to DragonCon in Atlanta.

Q: Who has been your biggest mentor?

Uhh, I don’t have any? But in terms of people who encourage me and help me keep my chin up in those moments of self-doubt (YA’LL KNOW THOSE MOMENTS), I would have to give thanks to @schoute, @viktuuri-fluff-saved-my-life @emileoutofit and @lylypuceonarchive, either for listening to my whining, leaving the most lovely comments and encouraging words, or both!

Q: What has been your most memorable writing project?

Stormbirds and Stalkers, my Aloy/Nil Horizon Zero Dawn fic, was probably the most memorable. I was OBSESSED with writing that thing to the point of putting out a chapter almost every day for the month it took to write. When I hear songs from the playlist I was listening to at the time of writing that fic, it takes me straight back to the feeling of loving that ship so much and being so into the writing that I was ignoring almost everything else (INCLUDING MY EXTREMELY PATIENT FIANCE). To this day, it’s my most popular fic.

In more recent memory, Damned Spot (the Fenris/Rynne Hawke bartender modern AU) is memorable because it has been incredible and inspiring to build the world with @schoute and to collaborate together with the fic and art. I’ve never worked together with someone on a project this way and it’s been so much fun.

Note, also, that I have a Master’s thesis and two published scientific articles under my belt, and those don’t even get an honourable mention in terms of memorable-ness. Fanfic writing defines who I am as a writer.

Q: What does your writing path look like, from the earliest days until now?

Uhh... Well, I guess I wanted to be a storyteller in some sense since I was a kid. I really used to love drawing, and the first thing I ever wanted to be was a comic strip artist. I used to make comic strips for myself from as early as I can remember until I was in high school. They largely revolved around stuff I wanted to happen in my real life (vacations I was looking forward to, boys I had crushes on in high school, etc.). REAL SCINTILLATING STUFF.

In terms of writing specifically, I’ve always been comfortable with writing. It was always just something I could do pretty easily without thinking much about it, but it was never really a creative thing or a thing I saw as a special talent. Friends in high school would ask me to edit their work, and I wrote an essay in grade 11 that a teacher said was “university level”. (I wish I still had that essay, actually. The thesis was that Sigmund Freud was a feminist. He really wasn’t, but I quite successfully argued that he was HAHAHAH.)

In university (undergrad and Master’s degrees), academic writing was just part of the work, so I just did it - again, without thinking much about it. Then I started working full-time and didn’t write anything really except for clinical notes and healthcare stuff for a couple years.

It wasn’t until I started writing fanfic in 2017 that writing became an actual creative process for me and something I recognized as a talent. It became a way that I could actually use my imagination - something I don’t feel like I had done since I was a kid. Fanfic has been the best and only way to express myself creatively; I never considered myself a creative person until I started doing this. So, I mean, I guess I’ve written things to some degree or another throughout my life, but I didn’t see myself as a writer until I started writing fanfic, and now it’s one of the skills I cherish most.

Q: What is your favourite part about writing?

Getting that perfect turn of phrase or dialogue between characters that encapsulates what I’m feeling or imagining for the scene. And when people comment and pick out those things that I was so proud of writing, that is just the cherry on the sundae.

Q: What does a typical day look like for you?

Wake up at 6:50am, eat breakfast, go to work and spend the day wishing I was at home writing. Go home, do a quick yoga session in my living room, WRITE WRITE WRITE until dinnertime which is anywhere between 8-10pm because my fiance and I are both Creative™ and thus Not Adherent To Regular Mealtimes™. Cook (or order in), eat dinner and watch a movie/show with the fiance, WRITE some more depending on the time, shower and bed around 1:30am. Rinse and repeat.

On weekends: wake up around 9-9:30am, yoga, breakfast, WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE, with occasional irregular food breaks and poking around with the fiance to see what he’s up to (he’s a digital artist and filmmaker). Sometime around 8-10pm, cook (or order in), eat dinner and watch a movie/show with the fiance, WRITE some more depending on the time, shower and bed around 2-3am.

If we go out and do something during the day, or if I’m actively playing a video game, then obviously the writing time gets eaten into lol. Oh, I guess we clean sometimes too. Sometimes.

Q: What does your writing process look like?

I like to outline before I start a longfic; I like to know all the main points of the story and how it’s going to end before I get started. For individual chapters or oneshots, I also tend to outline the main points or main pieces of dialogue before getting into the meat of writing the chapter.

I listen to music CONSTANTLY. I actually can’t think unless there is music playing. I have playlists for all my ships. I often will pick one song that illustrates the feel of the chapter and listen to it on loop until the chapter is done.

Q: What’s the best advice you’ve gotten?

I’ve never really gotten any advice, so I’m going to paraphrase @galadrieljones‘ advice, since I naturally follow it and find it to be totally true: “Stay in the room. Once you’ve made the decision to write, don’t leave the room. If you leave the room, you’ll lose your momentum.” This is also the idea behind writing sprints - to force yourself to do nothing else but write for a set period of time, just to get those words out and stay in the moment of the writing. Yes, this might sometime mean I have spent 6 straight hours writing with only bathroom breaks, but those are often the days when I stop and feel like I’M THE MOST AMAZING HUMAN BEING IN THE WORLD because I got the damned chapter done.

Q: What’s the biggest lesson you’ve learned?

Similar to @galadrieljones‘ response, I would say that the most important thing for me has been to keep the writing for the pleasure of it and not to monetize it. I have been asked before if I would consider writing fiction professionally, and my answer is a resounding ‘no’. If I wrote professionally, I couldn’t write exactly what I want to write on my own timeline, and I wouldn’t be able to share it immediately and garner the kinds of interactions and socializing with my readers that I really enjoy. Fanfic is the perfect medium that lets me write exactly what I want and to hang out with fun like-minded people while doing so.

Q: What advice would you give someone who wants to start writing?

DO IT! DO IT DO IT DO IT!! I have so many friends who have said they want to write and don’t have the time or think they would be shitty at it - and I always say to JUST DO IT!! This also calls back also to some of the questions from earlier: if you really want to write, you may have to carve out time for it. MAKE time for it if it’s something you really want to do. Force yourself to find an hour or two and to fill it with writing instead of some other activity. If you really want to do it, you can and will find time for it.

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ladylynse · 6 years

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Hi! About the writer ask game: 21, 30, 33, 40, 45 & 48.

(fanfic asks post)

Thanks for these, Anon!

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

I really admire people like lembas7 who can write a huge, multi-universe crossover and do it so, so well--even when elements from fandoms you’re not familiar with are included. I admire people like Riddell Lee who can keep a huge story going over years without the quality flagging in the slightest. But other people I admire for their ability to inject humour into a story (like Wooster), or their dedication to a particular fandom/crossover despite passing years (like sapphireswimming), or the way they can continue a story long after canon content has finished (like MyAibou). I have my favourite tropes, of course, but I’m drawn to people who can write the stuff I enjoy very well, and I especially admire the people who excel at the areas I’m terrible in. That being said, on the whole, I spend more time writing than reading fic. Every once in a while I’ll go on a fic binge, looking for something specific, but I can almost guarantee you it’s not in a fandom I’m currently writing for. I’m weird like that.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

To be perfectly honest, I was surprised by the response I got to Sacrifice and Ghosts, but the one I kinda eye roll at? I’ve got a three sentence fic with Jazz and Dani that got 44 notes. I mean. Three sentences. Three. Sentences. In contrast to actual fics, which don’t even have half that. Something I wrote in, I dunno, five minutes is far more popular than something I spent two months working on. I just. I don’t understand.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

That’s a hard one.I...I don’t know if I can pick very easily. I was honoured when someone told me they figured I’d reached a milestone I didn’t think I’d ever achieve:

“Oh my god. You sneaky sneaky author you! I was bamboosled. And I opened up the comments to see if anyone else had been tricked like me and when I saw your username responding to the other tricked readers I realized why this story was so good. Of course YOU wrote it. Youre one of the classic big name Danny fanfic people. A star.

Well you're a star to me anyway. Good story!! As usual!! Thank you for writing it!” (Moth on Shift)

and a few people have mentioned that they think I should write a novel or would buy it if I did, which was quite flattering (TheDoctor on Intentions, an anon on Mirrored, Elvaro on Patchwork, and the odd person in PMs), but what stands out to me the most? Something like this:

“I realize that this has been written for almost five years but I just read and loved it. I deal with depression and anxiety on a nearly daily basis. Reading your story helped me get out of a rather deep hole that I have been in. One that has caused me to lose quite a bit of work at the factory. I don't know what I will be doing next but I have a feeling that my time at the factory may be limited. Thanks again and Blessed Be.“ (Anon, on Wrong Number)

and

“Make me cry why don't ya? I've always loved the Narnia series, and it always made me sad the Susan let herself forget. But this series reminded me of a fic I read, called 'Not Ready to be Found.' And it helped me, because my sister is, well, she's my Susan. So when I read stories like these, it gives me hope. That one day, she will be ready, and she will be found. She knows the way. Sorry, I just, thank you. Is all I'm trying to say. It makes me hope, stories like these.” (5Chaos_Babe3 on Peace)

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

Some! My mother used to write it a lot, so I kinda followed in her footsteps. My immediate family knows, and a cousin, but only like...two friends that I talk to on a regular basis. I’ve mentioned it to a few others and either had to explain what it was or just saw the judgement on their faces, so I don’t volunteer that information as readily as I did in the past.

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

I probably get stuck as often as the next person, but a lot of the time, I want to see where the story goes--or at least how it gets there--as much as anyone else. I usually have an idea of where a story is going (the exceptions are typically oneshots turned chaptered fics or a story that really, really got away on me), and I just.... I like the story. So I want to keep writing it. And when I get stuck on a fic, I now just work on a different one, because I finally caved and started multiple fics at once. Plus writing is a stress reliever for me, which makes a big difference. And when I doubt myself and my meagre writing ability, which is probably more often than I should admit? I look back at some of the reviews people have left me. That is more encouragement than anything else. You can bet that if I get a review on a fic I haven’t worked on in a while, I’m going to go back to it for a time, even if it’s not a long enough time for me to finish the next chapter. And people’s comments are the only reason The Trouble with Ghosts got resurrected, so.... Anyone who says writers don’t like comments (particularly long or multiple comments) on their fics is a liar.

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?

I’m a sucker for reveal fics and crossovers.

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