#fear 1996 fanfic

[vilentia]

Dark Charms

David McCall x reader

In the dimly lit ambiance of a downtown bar, the air was thick with the murmur of conversations and the occasional clink of glasses. You were there, nestled between your two best friends, Sarah and Mike, unwinding after a long week. The atmosphere was lively, the kind of place that promised forgotten worries and fleeting joys.

That night, the bar wasn't just a backdrop for casual drinks; it was where paths were destined to intersect. Sarah, ever the spontaneous spirit, was caught up in a complex situationship with a guy named Chris, who, as fate would have it, was a friend of David McCall.

David, a name you hadn't known until that night, would soon etch itself into your memory. He walked in with the kind of confident stride that turned heads, a magnetic pull in his step. His eyes found Sarah and Chris, and subsequently, you. There was an intensity in his gaze, a silent promise of something more, something deeper.

You noticed him immediately. He was undeniably attractive, with a charm that seemed to seep through the very air he breathed. When introductions were made, his hand lingered in yours a second longer, his smile a little too knowing, a little too intrigued. It was disarming, the way he looked at you, as if he could see past the facade we all wear in social settings.

As the night progressed, David's attention was unrelenting. He was charming, his words laced with an edge that was both exciting and unnerving. He shared stories that made you laugh, then think, then question. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, his presence a catalyst for a rush you hadn't anticipated.

You found yourself drawn into his orbit, captivated by the duality of his persona. On the surface, he was all charm and wit, but beneath that veneer, there was a darkness, an untamed intensity that you couldn't quite decipher. It was both a warning and an allure, a paradox that intrigued you.

Your friends noticed the chemistry, a mix of concern and curiosity in their glances. Mike's protective nature was evident, his eyes often flickering between you and David, assessing, calculating. But the night belonged to the unexpected, to the thrilling unknown.

As the bar began to empty, the reality of time creeping back in, David leaned in, his voice a low whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. "Would you like to go out with me?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

It was a simple question, but loaded with possibilities, with the promise of exploring the enigma that was David McCall. You were at a crossroads, with the safe path on one side and the allure of the unknown on the other. And in that moment, you realized that you wanted to know more, to peel back the layers of this intriguing stranger.

Your "yes" was a whisper, a concession to the curiosity that David had ignited in you. As you left the bar, the night air felt different, charged with the potential of what was to come. David McCall was no ordinary encounter, and you, perhaps against your better judgment, were ready to delve into the mystery.

[i-heart-marvel]

I literally hate it when I have good ideas to start a new book. However I still haven’t finished the one that I STOPPED working on last year.

So I discontinued it. Now realizing how much I hate it it was just all over the place. I never even planned out the chapters or characters just started to write down whatever.

Now though I started to make notes on how to start out my new book idea and planning out exactly what I want to put in those chapters :)

This idea I love because Tenoch Huerta is going to be in it and he is going to be the reader’s(or OC) dad in which they are going to be close (daddy-daughter relationship <3). Jack Champion is going to be in it so is McCabe Slye who is the stepbrother while Jack is the love interest best friends to lovers type deal. Also Elaine Hendrix as the stepmother. She going to be cruel

So I’m really looking forward to it. I have the characters names and personality’s jolt down and I’m about done with their background on how they met with the main character.

If y’all have any advice on how to make any fanfic series better please tell me. Or like anything that would be appreciated :)

How I feel knowing I can make this book work

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[thestarwarslesbian]

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rules: share the first lines of 10 of your most recent fanfics and then tag 10 people. If you have written less than 10 fics, don’t be shy and share anyways :)

This seems like fun. My AO3

5 times that Jake and Spencer didn’t get caught and one time they did. (On going)

The second Spencer stepped into the storage closet; Jake was on him like glue. “Seeing you like that up there giving that speech, fuck baby, you don't even know how sexy you are in this suit,” Jake said, as Spencer crowed him up against the wall.

“I think, fuck,” Jake groaned as Spencer latched onto his neck with his lips, “I think I have an idea,” Spencer said, as Jake was palming Spencer through his suit pants. “You going to let me take care of you sweetheart,” Spencer cooed, a contrast to the rough way he was shoving Jake’s pants down. “Yes, please, I’ve been half hard all day watching you in your suit,”

2. Betting (Finished)

“Come on Mav, tells us a joke.” Asked Payback, the alcohol clouding his judgment. “Ok” said Maverick. “I like my boys like I like my girls.” The group went silent waiting for the punch line of the joke. “That’s the joke guys. I'm bisexual.”

Jake stood up breaking the silence yelling “you fuckers owe me money!” The daggers dug in their pockets to grab their wallets. “Yeah, but you're my stepson soooo…. Does your bet really count?”

The table burst into noise.

3. To get you out my mind now baby (Ongoing)

He looked straight ahead, right at the dothomirian that sat on the throne. He stood with his brother and prime minister either side of him. Darth Maul lent forward in the throne to look closer at Obi-wan Kenboi, the man who had just tried to save his beloved Duchess and failed. Satine raise her head, from where she was forced to kneel at mauls feet, to look Obi-wan in the eyes.

"Your noble flaw is a weakness shared by you and your Duchess." Maul said as he raised his hand towards the celling. Obi-wan felt the guards hand as he tried to move forward towards Satine as Maul started to chock her with the force. Maul started walking closer towards Obi-wan bringing the Duchess along with him. "You should have chosen the dark side, Master Jedi. Your emotions betray you. Your fear. And. Yes. Your anger."

4. Your dad was the president?! (Ongoing)

Robert “Bob” Floyd also known as Robert Whitmore-Levisons is a weapons system officer in the United States Navy. Bob loved planes ever since he was 4 years old, and his dad took him up in one. He felt free flying around without worry from those around him and the press.

The press was a big part of Bob’s life since he was three and not by his choice. Bob’s dad was elected as President of the United States in 1996 the year the aliens invaded. Lucky Bob was in Wyoming with his grandma so wasn’t affected by the aliens. It wasn’t long after he had learnt that his mum and died and his family had shrunk to him, his dad and older sister. Bob loved his family to bits he always had, and it would never change. Even when his dad started dating his uncle David.

Bob was fine with his dad started dating his uncle, he felt that Constance was not good for David, but he definitely knew one day. It was July 4th, 2001, 5 years since the invasion and Bob was sat in the living room of the White House when his dad walked into the room.

5. Marry me (Ongoing)

Jake was exited. They were also nervous. Why? Today they are marrying the man they loved.

Bradley Bradshaw callsign Rooster.

They meet and started dating 8 years ago when they both started at the academy. At first it was banter that turned into flirting. Jake thought it was a joke until Bradley had asked him out on a date. Jake had said yes straight away. The people around them were thinking they hated each other when they started fighting about who was the better pilot. Really they where just working to get each other to become better. 

6. A galaxy of colour and darkness (ongoing)

Jakku, the sand planet. Maker only knows Poe Dameron's hatred of sand, having grown up on the forest planet of Yavin IV sand always got in his clothes for weeks after. But here he sat in Lor San Tekka house in village of Tuanaul. Lor San Tekka handed Poe a memory drive with the map in it, before BB8 came rolling in. "What is it buddy?" The beeps in return were frantic. "I'm sorry Mr Tekka, the first order are here. I wish I could stay and help you -" "Do what is right young Dameron, but I advise you to take a look at the map first." Said Tekka in understanding.

7. Forget (Completed)

He looks up, The sky pitch black. The Stars have gone out, They left years ago.

He remembers them, Bright, beautiful, forgiving, foreign. Blond, gold and blue, Black against bone white.

‘The stars will go out, Before I forget you, Mark.’

The Stars have gone out, Mark is long dead. Kieran remembers him, How could he forget, The heart of his heart.

8. Wedding Season (completed)

When Jake was born his birth mum didn’t want him. As far as he knew his birth mum took one look at him a decided she didn’t want anything to do with him. He was left in the care of his dad. His dad who was there for everything in Jake’s life. His dad had expected a desk job within the Navy after Jake was born to be able to be closer to his son.

When Jake was 9 when Jake first asked about his birth mother to his dad. The response Jake got was “She didn’t want you. And I don’t understand why as you are the greatest child in the world.” It was in September that year that Jake found out his birth mum had been at work when she died. Jake and his dad weren’t invited to the funeral.

When Jake was 15 he released why his dad had never loved his birth mum and why by at this point didn’t have a wife.

9. The debriefing (completed)

Bradly first noticed the ring during the dogfight football session. He noticed it on Maverick's dog tags as he helped him off the ground. “I’m going to sit out” Yelled Maverick over to where Hondo was stood. Bradly looked over to where Mav was sat when Hangman went over and sat down at his feet. He couldn’t make out what the two were saying but he felt a pang of jealousy when Maverick ruffled Hangman's hair up causing the younger pilot to laugh and swat him away playfully. “Guys did you know Maverick was married?” Asked Pheonix after Payback pointed out the ring on his dog tags. Everyone around them shook their heads except from Coyote and Bob. “Well, I suggest a bet. We all place a beat on who Maverick is married too.

10. After the mission (Completed)

Jake looked upon the scene laying out in front of him. Everyone was crowding around Maverick and Rooster as they hugged, seamlessly forgetting about Jake all together. Just a few seconds before Pheonix had been telling Jake to be happy over having a confirmed kill.

This wasn’t the first time either.

Jake was 25 when he got his first confirmed air to air kill. It had started off as a normal day. Well as normal as it could get being positioned in Afghanistan. Jake had already had is daily phone call with his father and was currently on a normal patrol with his wingman and best friend Javy “Coyote” Machado. It was normal with Coyote a little ahead of him. Jake must have closed his eyes for only a minute. But in that moment an enemy F-17 was slotted in between.

[elmo330]

I never really got the Mark Wahlberg hype until I watched Fear (1996). Literally nobody talks about it and there is somehow only two fanfics.

[douceurrrr]

I know this movie is old but I really wanna do a fanfic of him cuz he was SO FINE

FEAR (1996)

[ericmhe]

So the dumb premise here is that some parts went to make Mecha King Ghidorah, but what about the rest of him? To make an opposite of sorts to the cyborg, resurrected via necromancy, answered my much younger self. It's ridiculous I know but I dug up my old Godzilla comics that I used to make - starting towards the end of middle school and through most of high school I think. That feels right, but my memory's not great. It doesn't look quite as bad as I feared but I'm sure there are people out there who could actually make this daft idea look ok.

I tried the cheap complementary color thing again here but I think it worked a little better this time. Sadly I had to rush things a bit since I've lost so much time.

It may be too small to see but I highlighted '1996' in the prologue of my old writing there, though I think that's when I made a comic and not the crappy cheap book about my fanfic there. Just giving the world an idea of how long I've been drawing as a hobby and how completely lacking in any talent I always have been. I was kept from doing as much Halloween themed art as I wanted so I might as well scare the world with something.

So you can see there's a normal Gheedrah/Gheederah/Ghidorah there - at the time I was really resistant to use Ghidorah because I'd watched "Gheedrah the Three Headed Monster" first. However I did use Gheederah as a name for another monster and made it a multi-way battle in my silly comics. That way the other look alike monster could become the strange cyborg toy that I had to pretend was just normal 'Gheedrah' and even my strange OC for my comics and I could keep the original monster intact. Sadly I'm pretty sure this only came about because I'd heard about "DesuGhidorah/Death Ghidorah" but hadn't seen any pictures at the time.

I found the original Gheedrah and Gheederah attack earth and fight each other comic too and I actually kind of appreciate the earth monsters grumbling "Great, now there's six of them" but it's a lone moment of actual comedic cleverness in a giant dumpster fire of a production.

[alfredsolos]

hi! i saw a few of ur posts n it looks like u know a bunch abt the canon right? (of batman comics sorry for the confusion). was wondering if ud be able to help me with something.

im trying to write a fic for a friend, as a surprise, abt dick being in a time loop the day before the shit's hitting the fan with tarantula and blockbuster. but i didnt read the comics from that time, just a fuck ton of fanfics abt it, and i know she did, and i want to get my facts as accurate as possible.

what can u tell me abt that time? like, i know babs and dick broke up, but how and why exactly? or, idk, i cant think of exact questions rn, but if u r willing to run down the timeline of that time period with me (like even going way far back, like from the moment blockbuster started to act and/or the moment tarantula showd up) id be so grateful. or even if you could tell me which issues to read, even that would be super helpful! (i know 93 is where everything happens for realz but i dont knwo how far back i should go. tried starting from 88 but felt like im missing a lot of things)

Okay, Nightwing (1996) is a rollercoaster of emotions and trauma. So I will summarize it the best I can and talk about some important stuff that happened to him.

Dick goes to Bludhaven to find a purpose and be someone more than a sidekick. But it's tough since Bludhaven is pretty shitty. And through out his comic, we see him deal with it while trying to battle his own demons.

Blockbuster shows up pretty early in this run. He makes an official appearance in #7. He is basically a mob boss and wants the title of Prince of Bludhaven, which was given to Dick. They fight and we find out some things about Blockbuster.

He is unnaturaly large and has a genius level IQ. So it's clear from the start that he will be a tough opponent. Doubled with his super strength, Dick has a hard time beating him. But in the end Blockbuster takes him into a choke hold and we see Dick pass out.

After that, he wakes up and goes after him. But Blockbuster is already gone.

At #9 Dick busts an operation with two-face in it. But eventually gets gassed with Scarecrows fear gas.

This was very hard to read. Because for a whole issue we experience his nightmares alongside him. With Donna, Batman, Tim, Barbara, His parents, Jason Todd and so on.

He gets better of course but he still ocassionally has nightmares.

At #12 Batman makes an appearance, and they go after Blockbuster together. But Dick has a hard time due to feeling insecure about being Batman's sidekick. More specifically with Batman by his side, he feels more like a sidekick than his own hero. So Dick tries to prove to both himself and Bruce that he is capable.

They find Blockbuster and Dick goes after him while Batman deals with his lackeys. Dick uses the small space as his advantage eventually beats him. This however is not the end. We will keep seeing him for a long while.

During this we see a lot of villains make an appearance like Deathstroke, Lady Shiva, Man Bat KGBeast and so on. He battles them and proves once again that he is worthy of being his own hero.

During the entire comic, Barbara is present. She is a constant reassurence to him and at the beginning they have a very sweet relationship.

Tim Drake also makes appearance from time to time. We see them get along splendidly, ocassionally teaming up to fight crime and go train surfing.

Through the end of #31, we see him go to Police Academy and train.

After that Blockbuster, again, makes another appearance. He is trying to track Oracle, because she keeps ruining his operations. This gets very dangerous for Babs, and we even see her write a will incase she dies.

During this, Blockbuster kidnappes Dick and has his lackeys inject some kind of tranq into him. Which makes it harder to escape.

In the end, he gets saved by Cisco Blane.

Blockbuster, however has a secret. He is very sick. And he needs a transplant. So he again backs out of the spotlight.

Dick continues to protect Bludhaven with all he has. Sometimes, with help. For a while everything is fine.

But then comes #75, which brings Tarantula with it. In her first appearance, she tries to be a vigilante like Nightwing. And we can clearly see her attraction towards him.

During these times, Babs and Dick's relationship is a bit rocky. They don't yell or fight, but we can see that a case of miscommunication is present. This increases with Catalina's (Tarantula) appearance.

After fighting together with Tarantula, Dick tries to make some boundries and rules. The most prominent one being No Killing. Tarantula doesn't like that, and an argument breaks out. In the end, Catalina tells him that they are enemies now.

Babs, dealing with the stress that is Catalina, does not like that Dick is a cop. She is worried about him and does't want him to be in the line of fire 24/7.

Deathstroke comes along and everything turns to being more shitty. Dick and Babs's relationship is getting worst and Dick breaks some police rules to deal with everything. In the end his captain, Amy, fires Dick.

Babs is happy and Dick is sad. Because he really luked being a cop. But the situation with Tarantula gets worst and worst. Eventually Blockbuster kidnappes Catalina and asks her to destroy Nightwing.

Babs, sick of Catalina and Dick's weird relationship, expresses that she wants to end the relationship. Which happens after Dick makes a joke about Joker and his own injury.

They haven't really broke up yet, because next issue we see them go out on a date. Which Catalina ruins by showing up and trying to fight them. She kisses Dick on the lips before disappearing. Dick and Babs continue their date but through the end they have an argument and they oficially break up.

Then it is revealed that, this was Tarantula's plan all along. When Blockbuster told her to desteoy Nightwing, she could have killed his girlfriend. But that would cause Babs to stay in Dick's mind forever and would only make him angry. So she decides to break them up. And take Dick for herself.

After their break up, they still talk but not as close as before. And they eventually face off Blockbuster once and for all.

Blockbuster hates Dick for letting his mother die. Dick however does not take that bullshit of an excuse as a reason for all those horrible things he has done.

Later on, Dick visits a friend of his called Maxine. But Blockbuster follows him to her place and shoots her in the head.

Dick, furious, attacks Blockbuster while starting to hyperventilate. Dick is almost in a daze and does not pull his punches. He beats Blockbuster in the end but Tarantula comes out and points a gun at Blockbuster. She shots him dead.

This causes Dick to have a panic attack and he manages to pull himself on a rooftop. Catalina follows him and ends up raping him while he begs her to not touch him.

After this, however, they get into some kind of relationship. They continue going on patrols together, but the relationship does not work out. They end up fighting and Catalina shoots him on the shoulder. Despite his injuries, Dick takes her down.

This comic is very long (over 100 issues) and it wasn't really possible for me to go into more in depth details about it. So there are probably things that I've missed, or may have mixed up. If so please correct me. I hope this is helpful. And good luck on your fic!

[tsuunytsuun]

I posted 247 times in 2022

That's 247 more posts than 2021!

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#5

Matchablossom Prompt Tiiiime!

'Cause im bored TvT

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Prompt: Who pulls the other closer while sleeping?

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Kaoru exited the bathroom and quietly closed the door, tiptoeing with practiced silence across the room so as to not wake up Kojiro, sleeping peacefully in bed.

He quietly slipped under the covers, pulling them up and lying down beside Kojiro and content to wait for sleep to return, when he suddenly felt two arms wrap around his waist. He looked behind him just as Kojiro pulled him snugly against his chest, putting his nose in Kaoru's hair and continuing to snore.

Kaoru blinked a few times, then he smiled softly and let himself bask in the warmth of Kojiro's body heat, closing his eyes and falling asleep in record time.

18 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

#4

GUYS, I DID THE MATH.

SO- If Kojiro and Kaoru are both 26 in the anime, (27 in real time, since both their birthdays have passed) then that means that they were born in 1995/1996 (95 in real time, 96 in the anime)

AAAAND since people who were born in 1977-1995 are considered Millennials, if we're going by real time that's passed Matchablossom are in fact- Millennials.

And if we're going by the anime then they're RIGHT AT THE CUTOFF-

21 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#3

Matchablossom Headcanons - Nicknames Kojiro has for Karou

Babydoll

Cher

Blossom (Karou's favorite)

Doll-face

Cher-Bear (Karou's second-to-least favorite, used in a teasing manner)

Pinky (Karou HATES this one, he says it reminds him of My Little Pony, which he hates)

Sweetheart

38 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#2

Headcanons: Kojiro and Karou's Relationship

Headcanons for my What a Life Sk8 Family AU, specifically about Kojiro and Karou's relationship!

At first glance, you'd automatically assume that Kojiro is the flirtatious one, but in reality, it's Karou.

He was the biggest flirt in High-school, and once he became friends with Kojiro, a lot of their dynamic was just relentless flirting all the time on Karou's side, and intense blushing paired with helpless stammering on Kojiro's.

Kojiro sucks at flirting lol, he'll try but then he gets nervous and trips over his words, but Karou thinks it's cute :)

He's gotten better at it over the years, but he still sucks in the long run 😅

Sometimes, Karou will become insecure in their relationship, out of fear that Kojiro will suddenly realize that he's way too good for him and leave :(

When that happens, Kojiro always makes sure to give Karou lots of extra love and reassures his husband that he loves him, and will never leave no matter what.

Karou initiated their first kiss, and afterward, Kojiro was such a blushing mess that he nearly fainted.

Karou's parents didn't approve of Kojiro, so they said screw y'all 💃and eloped, but when they looked back on it, they did wish they'd had a real wedding.

Eventually though, they did decide to have a small ceremony in Hawaii with Kojiro's family present.

It was very nice and aesthetic, and Karou wore a very pretty flower crown Kojiro's baby sister picked out for him UvU

45 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Headcanons Continued - Nicknames Karou has for Kojiro

Darling (Kojiro's favorite)

Gorilla

Koji

Hubby

Husband

Ko-chan

Ko

Sweetheart

Broccoli (Karou made this one up in retaliation to "Pinky")

68 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

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[unboundwanderers]

📂 [for the goth doctor c:]

Goth went through TWO Sonic Screwdrivers. In Fear of The Dark, my fanfic I'm writing with Hina, you actually get to see the moment where he loses The Sonic Screwdriver. Originally, at the start of his "tenure," Goth was using The 1996 TV Movie Sonic Screwdriver. When it was destroyed in Hungry Gods, he got a new Sonic Screwdriver that premiers in Murder on Red. It closely resembles the Tennant Sonic so that that the transition to The Screwdriver used by Looney is more seamless.

[armyangxls]

Hiii, I’m Lexi! I’m starting this blog to post my fanfics, stories, icons, and edits, etc! I’ve just started writing again, for the first time in like two years! A few things about me! my pronouns are she/they, I’m unlabeled 🏳️‍🌈! Some of my fandoms BTS, TXT, Stargirl, Booksmart, Harry Potter, Fantastic Beasts, Stranger Things, Scream TV Series, My Babysitter’s A Vampire, Anne of Green Gables (1985-), American Horror Story, I Am Not Ok With This, The Lost Boys, Roswell, New Mexico, Marble Hornets, The Maze Runner, The Hunger Games, It (2017), Scream (1996), Fear Street, Bridgerton, Scream (2022), Outer Banks, Fate: The Winx Saga and The Strangers Prey at Night! Comment 💜 to be tagged in my fanfics

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[twelvemonkeyswere]

very intrigued by hermione/jaime crack 😳😳

thank you both @halfagod​ and @forbiddenfantasies1​ for asking about this! and sorry it's so long okay so - right off the bat, this isn’t anything romantic or anything, but it is crack.

you’ll likely remember there was some fanfic grrm was writing about his own characters fighting other characters. one of the first ones was Jaime Lannister vs Hermione Granger, and since he hates JK Rownling his descriptions of what a showdown between them would be were very uncharitable to the characters to say the fucking least, especially Hermione.

the whole thing is quite a bad read and it sent me thinking that there were a LOT of variables that would play into it if taken seriously, starting with their personalities, ages at the time of the match, reason why they’re fighting in the first place, etc.

and since I like world building and whatnot, I began thinking how to make their showdown realistic and feasable obeying the laws of their respective narratives, and then I decided it would be even more fun (hah) to make as many scenarios with those variables as possible, because that’s the sort of person i am. and then I realized... well. asoiaf began to be published in the 90s.... 1996, to be precise, when hermione was 17, and facing a war against a madman. and the parallels were right there, and thus I made a timeline to see how things would fit, and then some other ideas sprang up from that.

so now the main idea is that it all starts the year after the war, when Hermione comes back to Hogwarts to finish her studies while everyone else goes on with their lives. she’s alone, she has to deal with everything she saw and everything she had to do, and with everyone else in Hogwarts being traumatized too... so she’s depressed, and trying to get better. and in my idea, one of the things she tries is to get back to the things that made her happy before it all went wrong, reading among them.

particularly, reading muggle books. because since she knows real magic now, well, regular fantasy books must lose some of their charm, right? but what if that was what she loved as a kid, and she’s desperate enough to get away from what reality is now, in real-magic world? so maybe she tries new stories, see what she’s missed in the last couple of years.

and maybe she is afraid of being judged for having some of those books or she just wants some peace and quiet, so she sneaks into the room of requirements and foolishly and naively asks for a room where she can “immerse” herself in the book she’s trying to read that night.

and that’s how she meets Jaime, by going into the world of the book. and the idea was then that she would periodically travel into the books and see Jaime at different ages, and as she gets older and processes what happened during the war, her perspective of the events and her life shifts and changes, not unlike Jaime’s story changes through the books.

anyways i wrote some 2k words about grief and healing and it’s been sitting there, looking at me and threatening to become too long.

here’s the bit where she first meets Jaime in case you’re interested

(be warned, I never read HP in English and I haven’t consumed any media about it in YEARS. also i suck at actions scenes)

come ask stuff about my WIPs if you want!

“Who are you?” The white knight demanded.

Hermione frowned and ignored the question, inspecting the trees behind the man, the grass of the meadow under her feet. She had clearly been portkeyed somewhere, where was the artifact? 

“Answer me!” the man demanded. He shifted on his feet, his armor creaking and clinking. “Who sent you?” 

“He said,” a second voice drawled behind her. “Where did you come from?” 

Jumping to one side, Hermione noticed another knight, much closer to her, but also much younger. He was tall, but had a leaner frame even with the white armor, same as his companion. He didn’t have his helm on either, and she spotted it on the ground, likely dropped so the boy could hold his sword with both hands, the point of which was angled at her throat, even at a distance. His curly hair, golden and sticky with sweat, enveloped two emerald green eyes that moved with the murderous intent of a cat. 

Hermione swallowed.

If velas were male, she blinked in confusion, this is what they would look like.

It was stupid to realize that at a moment like this, given the fact her life was being threatened, but no human being was ever that beautiful. It had to be magic. 

She looked around, trying to remember what had been next to her in the Room of Requirements. Where’s the bloody thing?

“Accio portkey,” she swished her wand in a circle above her head, but nothing happened.

“Get her!” the man ordered the boy, and both stepped forward, closing in. Their swords drew up, the man holding it above his head, the boy raising the pommel to his cheek.

“Whoa!” Hermione reached instinctively into her robes and got her wand out. Her mind raced, trying to recall everything she knew about metal charming, but when the knights were upon her, she disapparated with a faint pop. 

She apparated a couple of meters away, shaking her head off the unpleasant feeling of being vaccumed through space. As she opened her eyes, there was a loud clank from the swords that met where she should have been. The boy trembled below the man’s strength, holding his ground with some difficulty.

“Oi, please!” she called to them, holding a hand out in a placating gesture. “Where am I? Who are you?”

As one, the man turned with fury towards her, and the boy frowned in angry confusion. She had a second to recall Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, and, not without failing to see the irony, felt grateful she had learned forgetfulness spells from the best.

“Witchcraft,” the older knight muttered, and the boy only glanced at him for a moment, returning his eyes to her. “Cut her throat!” 

The boy hesitated a second, but when the older man charged towards her, so did he. 

“Wingardium leviosa!” she yelled at the armors, to no effect. “Shit.” She disapparated again, just before they reached her. She apparated by a tree this time, to their right. She aimed at the clothes they hopefully had below their armors and forced herself to speak through the haze. “Wingardium leviosa!” 

Both knights lifted into the air like they weighed less than feathers. 

“Seven hells!” the older knight screamed, anger and fear mixing as he balanced unceremoniously on his spot. 

Iron, Hermione breathed with relief to herself. It was the iron.

She didn’t know what to expect, she had never tried to charm uncharmed metalwork before. Unless you counted locks. Then again maybe that charmed the air around the metal, or maybe there was more magic in this particular iron, she didn’t have the time to--

“What is this?” the young man demanded, as he waved his sword around, testing if he was being held on the spot like a puppet.

Hermione walked towards them with caution. 

“Gentlemen, please!” she called to them through their grunts and curses. “Where am I? Who are you?” 

“Silence, witch!” the older man ordered, trying to stick his sword to the ground in an attempt to descend.

“I’ll let you down as soon as you answer my questions,” she swallowed, reminding herself of the many times she had fought against enemies bigger than her. “I just want to get home.” 

The boy bore his eyes into hers. “Where is that?” 

“None of your bloody business,” she replied instinctively. 

“She’s not from here, ser,” the boy said to the older knight. “She wears odd clothes, speaks strange words.” 

“Shut up, Ser Jaime, get to--”

But Hermione didn’t get to hear what the man wanted the boy to do.

“Ser Jaime?” the name was out of her mouth before she knew it. She squinted at the boy’s armor, saw the seven swords engraved on the plate, and realization hit her. She looked at the boy, then at the man. I’ll be fucking damned. 

“Jaime.” she repeated, bringing the boy’s attention back to her. “Jaime… Lannister?”

[rawiswhore]

Hunter Hearst Helmsley x Fem Reader- "Be Your Sugar Daddy"

I actually typed and wanted to post this fanfic on Christmas last year, but didn't because I couldn't finish it due to me being tired.

I was also unsure if this fanfic should be about Triple H in 2003 when he as in Evolution or in 1996 when he was Hunter Hearst Helmsley.

Is this fanfic good for Valentine's Day?

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Triple H has gone from starting off as a Ric Flair knockoff, to a snooty Frenchman, to an 1800's Jane Austen/Charles Dickens rich aristocratic blueblood gentleman that sticks his nose up at those less than him, to a modern day fratboy cad that makes dick and sex jokes in D Generation X, to some badass biker and stereotypical wrestler.

When he first made his debut in the World Wrestling Federation in 1995, he played a rich, aristocratic blueblood gentleman named Hunter Hearst Helmsley.

How do you think Triple H got his moniker and what do you think Triple H stands for?

In 1996, you had gotten a job as Hunter's valet helping escort him to the ring as well as watch and cheer him on as his match was going on.

You were always dressed in these long evening gowns and sometimes wore silky gloves that reached your elbows.

Because Hunter played this rich, aristocratic blueblood gentleman who was also quite the ladies man (just check his WWF Personality Profile in the 90's), during an episode of "Monday Night Raw" sometime near the end of 1996, you were standing backstage with Hunter, where you were dressed in one of those evening gowns that reached your ankles.

Hunter was dressed in his white long sleeved button down shirt with black tights and a matching black blazer over his white dress shirt.

While you stood backstage with Hunter, one of the gifts he first gave to you was a white fur stole/wrap made from fake fur, and your face lit up when he gave you that stole.

Your eyes widened when he showed it in front of you, and your eyes were examining across that stole from left to right.

Thankfully, the stole wasn't one of those tacky stoles that has the face of a fox near one of the ends.

When he showed you that stole, you raised your hands and covered your mouth as your eyes widened.

"Is it made from fake fur?" you asked him.

He nodded his head.

"Are you sure?" you asked him.

"Positive" he admitted, nodding his head.

He really was telling the truth to you.

Hunter might play a heel, but he isn't disgusting enough to give you a real dead animal.

In fact, Triple H was enamored and in love and lust with you, both the character he plays in the WWE and in real life.

"Oh, thank you!" you chirped, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling yourself into him for a hug.

One of your hands moved off of his body and ran across that fur stole, feeling its soft texture.

"It's so soft!" you confessed while your hand slid across the stole, your eyes still staring at that fur you were touching.

Triple H agreed with you, nodding his head.

When your hands covered over your mouth, your hands weren't pressing over your mouth due to you not wanting to mess up your lipstick.

That wasn't all he had for you.

He reached one of his hands down the pocket of his slacks and pulled out a small light pink box, where he showed it off in front of you.

You gasped as he pulled out that box and your eyes widened again, thinking maybe he was gonna propose to you.

While one of his hands was on top of the box, he lifted the lid off and showed you and exposed these beautiful long white diamond earrings.

You gasped as you saw those diamond earrings, your hands covering your mouth while your eyes widened and your mouth gasped.

"I thought you were going to propose to me!" you said, removing your hands off of your mouth.

Triple H could tell that he thought you were gonna propose to him.

"These are so beautiful" you admitted while your eyes studied the the earrings. "Are they from Tiffany's?"

He nodded his head.

You wanted to run your fingers over those diamond earrings, but you didn't in fear they might break.

"This is another something special I got for you" Hunter said, one of his massive hands pulling out a small bag with thin little handles on top. "Look inside the bag"

Your eyes peered into that small little bag, and there was a beautiful diamond tiara at the bottom of the bag sitting on top of sheer white wrapping paper sticking out of the bag.

It wasn't one of those cheap plastic tiaras you get at the Dollar Store, this was an expensive tiara from Tiffany's he got you.

You gasped again while you saw that tiara, your eyes growing wide.

"Pull it out" Hunter offered you, and your slender hand slid into that little bag and held that tiara, carefully pulling it out.

You didn't violently yank the tiara out, that's not a very ladylike thing to do, and you're Hunter's elegant, classy valet.

"It's beautiful!" you gushed while your eyes stared at that tiara, your other hand moving up to the tiara to hold it.

With the tiara in both of your hands, you rotated it around until the crown part was in front of your face, and your eyes carefully looked at that tiara in your hands.

You then placed that tiara on top of your head.

"Would you like to come to my yacht?" he asked you, turning on the charm and his mouth smirking while his eyes looked at you. "We'll drink champagne with diamonds in the glass"

"Oh, I'd love to!" you answered.

He wrapped one of his arms around the back of your waist, and your eyes looked into his eyes.

During this moment, you spoke proper English and didn't say "gonna" or any modern day slang.

No, you spoke the way a prim, proper lady spoke, keeping in character.

Hunter was trying to win you over with lavish, expensive gifts, being your sugar daddy.

Even though you were already his valet and bae in real life.

You don't care if Hunter is rich or poor, as long as you think he's sexy and he isn't a jerk in real life, you love him.

You'd rather have Hunter be your sugar daddy than anyone else, especially old rich men.

You'd take Hunter as your sugar daddy over Ted DeBiase Sr. and John Bradshaw Layfield anyday.

Some people actually did think you were a gold digger, which infuriated you.

[cassiekayscreams]

Striped: Prologue and Chap 1

Striped

A Marvel OC Fanfic by Cassie Kay

A03 link

Prologue

     Tokyo, Japan. 1990.

Elegantly dressed guests chatted amongst themselves as they sat in a beautifully decorated grand hall. Servers in white button-ups, black vests, and slacks moved quietly between their tables. One, a young woman with dark red hair, got a few disapproving looks from the guests. Dyed hair was considered trashy. Many of these high society guests wondered how such a server had been allowed into this classy event. Even despite this, most of the guests ignored her, as they did the other servers. 

A man took the stage and tapped on a microphone, getting everyone’s attention. He began speaking about the awards ceremony and thanking everyone for joining them. The guests clapped. The man then began announcing winners, who would come up to claim their rewards, bowing to both the announcer and the crowd. A few awards in, a beautiful woman - an actress - was called up. She smiled as the crowd cheered and made her way to the stage. She bowed to the audience, then to the announcer, but was interrupted before she could be handed her reward. 

A figure leapt onto the stage from somewhere up above. They wore traditional kendogi, complete with armor. Instead of the typical protective helmet worn for the kendo sport, the figure wore a red hannya mask. And instead of a bamboo sword, they wielded a far more deadly katana. 

Chaos erupted in the elegant hall. The masked figure shouted at the actress and threatened her with the sword. Guests and servers alike fled out of the hall. Security rushed in, though they seemed unsure what to do. In all of the activity, no one noticed the red haired server calmly slip into a side hall. 

The announcer struggled to reason with the mask figure, causing them to direct their katana at him. The announcer fell quiet as the sharp blade was pointed at his throat. But before the figure could do anything else, a loud roar was heard as a different figure landed on the stage. The first turned to face the newcomer, their voice frightened as they murmured “Tora no On'na.” 

The new figure wore traditional aikidogi and a mask that depicted a tiger’s face in the style of a traditional Gigaku mask. Unusually, however, the figure also had tiger ears atop their head and a tiger tail that emerged from their lower back. The feminine figure’s long hair looked much like a tiger’s fur. 

The one called Tora no On’na lunged at her opponent, swiping with clawed hands. The kendo hannya tried to fight her off with their sword, but the newcomer was too swift for them and was able to dodge away from these attacks. The kendo hannya became progressively more and more frustrated. This was ultimately their downfall. Tora no On’na struck their hand, causing them to drop their katana, then swept their feet out from under them in a smooth motion. The hannya mask fell from their face as the would-be attacker hit the floor, revealing a young woman. The actress gasped as she recognized her assistant. Tora no On’na held the katana pointed at the assistant’s throat. The young woman looked up at her in shock and fear. 

The security officers no longer seemed unsure of what to do and rushed onto the stage, taking the fallen kendo hannya into custody. They tried to capture Tora no On’na as well, but she turned and vanished behind the stage curtains. A few officers followed, but had lost sight of the vigilante. All they could find was the kendo hannya’s katana.

Chapter 1

     Seattle, Washington. 1996.

Students bustled into West Seattle High, seeking shelter from the drizzling rain typical of a Washington February. Tora entered one of the three arched doors and walked into the entrance hallway with its arched ceilings that sort of reminded her of European catacombs. She supposed the architectural feature was also probably used in buildings made for the living, but the pictures of catacombs had stuck with her. She made her way to her locker, opening it up and unpacking the books she’d need for the day. 

“Tora!” 

Tora turned to see a dark-skinned girl with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail approaching. “Hey, Alaina.” 

“Did you hear?” Alaina asked as she came to stand by Tora. 

“Hear what?” Tora shut her locker. 

“Last night Tigress caught another group of Snatchers.” 

“Ah.” The two started making their way down the hall. 

“She’s made more progress gathering those thieves up than the police have made in the past ten years.” 

“I’m sure the police were doing their best. But they’ve got limitations and checks and balances and stuff. Tigress tends to just go and do as she pleases.” 

Alaina rolled her eyes. “Tora, please don’t tell me you’re one of those ‘Tigress is breaking the law and needs to be brought to justice’ types. She’s doing a lot of good.”

“No, I mean, I’m not against Tigress, I’m just saying that police have a lot of rules - and for good reason - that Tigress doesn’t have,” Tora replied. “I’m saying we shouldn’t totally discount the police. Tigress can do a lot, but I don’t think she could take over the jobs of all the police officers and detectives in Seattle.”

Aliana nodded. “That’s fair, I guess.” 

Aliana kept talking and walking, but Tora was no longer paying attention; she’d been distracted by something down an adjacent hall. 

“Tora?” Aliana asked, turning to look at her. 

“Hey hey, stop! Here’s my lunch money, okay, just take it!” 

Tora scowled and stalked down the hall to where a tall blonde kid wearing a football letterman’s jacket had pinned a smaller freshman to the lockers. 

“Rick!” Tora said loudly. The bully turned to look at her. “Why dontcha leave the kid alone and pick on someone your own size.” 

Rick looked her up and down. “What, like you?”

Tora shrugged and smirked. “Sure, if ya wanna embarrass yourself again.” Rick glowered, and Tora’s expression turned hard again. “Let the kid go, Rick.” 

The two stared at one another for a moment, then Rick released the freshman’s shirt, shoving him slightly as he did so. “Whatever, I’m done with him anyways.” 

“Rick,” Tora said, her tone making the football player pause as he’d started walking away. Tora held out her hand expectantly. “The lunch money.” 

Rick glowered but handed over the crumpled money before walking away. 

“Are you okay?” Aliana asked the freshman, helping to gather his things. 

“Y-yeah, yeah I’m good,” the kid replied nervously. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” Aliana commented. 

“Yeah, uh, I just transferred. Today’s my first day here.” 

“I’m sorry that had to be your first introduction to our school,” Aliana said with a slight wince. “I promise not everyone’s like that. I’m Aliana Carter, one of the senior class reps.” She held out her hand and the kid hesitantly shook it. 

“Bryson Hewitt.” 

“Nice to meet you Bryson.” 

Tora nodded to him as she handed back his lunch money. “Tora Amatsumi, official Rick wrangler.” She nodded in the direction of the aforementioned bully. “If he ever bothers you again, you let me know.” 

“How can you help?” Bryson asked doubtfully. 

“He’s scared of me,” Tora answered. “He tried picking on me our sophomore year. It didn’t go so well for him.”

Bryson looked surprised. “But why would he pick on you?”

“Well, I’d just moved here from Japan. My accent was thicker, my English was a little unpracticed. But my reflexes didn’t suffer. Seriously, he gives you trouble, I’ll give him more.” 

Bryson nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.” 

“Do you know where your first class is?” Aliana asked. 

Bryson pulled out a folded piece of paper. “Yeah, uh, science with Mr. Bolton, room 107?”

“Oh Mr. Bolton’s a great teacher, one of the only science classes I actually understood,” Aliana replied. “Come on, we’ll show you where it is.” 

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Tora sat in math class, a newspaper open, folded so that both it and her notebook could fit on the small desk. She was reading over today’s main article: “Tigress Captures Yet Another Group of Surrealist Snatchers.” But she was less focused on the notes about Tigress’s activities the previous night and more focused on the notes at the end:

“The annual Alistair Art Gala is being held this upcoming Friday night. Detectives from the Seattle Police Department assure all guests that there will be increased security and an increased police presence, so as to ensure this high target event will remain safe. As always, anyone with any information about Surrealist Snatcher whereabouts is encouraged to call the following number.” 

Tora jotted down a few notes. The Alistairs were high society art collectors, and every year they put on a grand event in central Seattle to show off some of their favorite artists. It, of course, seemed like an obvious target for a group of art thieves. But that was the problem. It was too obvious. Especially with the increased police presence, there was no way the Snatchers would actually strike there. But it also created another opportunity. With all of the law enforcement focus on the gala, it would be a perfect time for the thieves to strike elsewhere. Tora turned the pages of the newspaper, scouring it for any sign of other art events this weekend. 

“Miss Amatsumi.” 

Tora looked up from her research to see her math teacher, Mr. Vincent, standing in front of her desk, looking cross. “Yes, sir?” 

“While I am pleased to see you are trying to be an informed citizen, this is a math class,” he replied, scowling at her newspaper and notebook - all of the notes written in Kanji, which her teacher most definitely could not read. “You are to be spending this time working on your homework.” 

“Oh, I know, I finished it,” Tora answered, pulling it out from under her notebook. 

“Finished it? Already?”

“Yes, sir.” 

“And you double checked your work?”

“Triple, actually.”

Mr. Vincent squinted his eyes at her suspiciously. “Then you won’t mind if I check over your work?”

“Not at all,” Tora replied, handing him the paper. “And if you don’t mind, I’ll go back to becoming an ‘informed citizen’ while you do.” 

The teacher appeared to not enjoy having his own words repeated back to him like this, but he took her assignment and returned to his desk at the back of the room. Tora went back to searching the newspaper. 

Some time later, the bell rang, toning the end of class. 

“You’re dismissed,” Mr. Vincent called. “Except you, Miss Amatsumi. Please come see me.” 

Tora grabbed her stuff and made her way to the back of the room, ignoring the looks her classmates were giving as they left. “Yes sir?”

Mr. Vincent looked up at her disapprovingly. “I’ve graded your homework assignment. It is 100% correct.”

“I know it is, sir. Are you worried I’m cheating or something?”

He sighed. “No, I’ve looked over your work and I’m confident it’s your own. You switched into my class at the start of the semester. For the past several weeks I have seen you in here, completing your class and homework assignments early, then using the time to do other homework, or nap, or scribble nonsense in that notebook of yours.”

“Actually, sir, it’s kanji. The written form of the Japanese language? Not nonsense.”

“Yes, of course, my apologies. Still, my concern is that you are bored.”

“Oh, no sir, I’m not bored at all. In fact, I really enjoy your class. It’s an excellent time for me to relax, catch up on sleep or other homework, become an informed citizen, and of course scribble rather entertaining nonsense.” 

Mr. Vincent pursed his lips and stared at her for a moment. “Miss Amatsumi, you are an intelligent student, and you are especially good at math. I think that perhaps you should be in a higher level math class, rather than toiling here in something that is clearly below your level.”

“Oh, no thank you, sir. That’s kind of you, but as I said, I do rather enjoy your class. But I appreciate the compliments. If you don’t mind, I really need to be going now. We only have half an hour for lunch, and it’s pizza day.” 

Mr. Vincent gave a long sigh. “Very well.” 

Tora gave a slight bowing nod to him, then left the room. 

Aliana was already waiting by Tora’s locker when she got here. “Hey, you okay? You normally beat me here.” 

“Yeah, Mr. Vincent just asked me to stay after.”

“What for?”

“Oh, you know. He just wanted to tell me that I’m good at math and should look into moving to a more advanced class while also insulting my entire culture.” 

Aliana shook her head. “But why don’t you switch to a more advanced class? I mean, it’d at least get you away from Mr. Vincent and his immense cultural sensitivity.” 

“Honestly? I like having an easy class,” Tora answered, putting her books away. “I know most people use electives for that, but all of my electives are gym classes, and I can’t really nap or catch up on homework during those. It’s like having a free period. Besides, we’re several weeks into the second semester. There’d be way too much to catch up on in another class.”

Aliana shrugged. “Fair enough. Come on, you know the lunch line’s gonna be extra long today.” 

They made their way to the cafeteria and eventually got their food, going to sit with their friends. 

“Hey guys!” A tan, ponytailed blonde happily greeted. 

“Hey, Crissella,” Aliana replied as she sat down. 

Tora also sat, eyeing Rick, who had his arm around Crissella. Rick opted to ignore her. They were an odd couple. At surface level, it made sense; the football player and the cheerleader. But she was just so sweet and nice to everyone, and he was… Not. 

“Did you guys have a good weekend?” Crissella asked. 

“Yeah, I went and saw that new Tom Cruz movie,” Aliana answered. 

“Isn’t he so dreamy?” Crissella mused. Rick scowled, but Crissella quickly turned to him, putting her hand on his arm. “Oh don’t you worry, honey. I’d always pick you over him.”

“You kidding?” Aliana asked. “You’d pick Rick over a hot, famous, rich actor?” 

“Sure, he’s nice eye candy and I enjoy his movies, but let’s be real, he’s a little old for me,” Crissella replied. “And I love my Ricky.” She kissed his cheek. 

Tora rolled her eyes at the lovey-dovey couple. “Get a room, why dontcha.” 

Rick looked annoyed but Crissella only giggled. “How about you, Tora? Did you have a nice weekend?” 

Tora shrugged. “It was fine. Ya know, just hung out at home with my parents… Nothing special…” 

“Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever met your folks,” Aliana commented. 

“Oh, well, ya know, they’re busy,” Tora said, focus on her pizza. “And their English isn’t super great. They’re kinda embarrassed about it.” 

“I’m sure they’re lovely,” Crissella said, smiling. 

“Oh yeah, real nice,” Tora murmured. 

A few others sat down at the table, bringing with them new discussions, and thankfully turning the focus away from Tora and her well crafted lies. 

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Tora unlocked her front door and walked in, promptly shutting and locking the door behind her. She made her way through the simple living room, passing the kitchen, and headed down the hall. She passed the first bedroom, which was set up like a home gym. She then entered the second bedroom, which was a little more peculiar. There was a corner desk in the middle of the opposite wall, making it so part of the desk followed along the wall and the other stuck out into the middle of the room. A computer rested on it and it was otherwise full of papers. On the wall to the left was a large cork board with various pictures and news articles pinned up, along with notes written in kanji. Red string drew connections between some of the items. To the side of that, hung on mounted hangers, was a costume, complete with a mask that rested on top of a small shelf. The wall opposite of that one had a TV set up. 

Tora dropped her bag, turned on the tv, and walked to the opposite wall. She paused to look in the mirror that hung between the costume and the corkboard. She took a deep breath, then gave a low growl, and her appearance in the mirror began to change. Deep red hair turned to a tan-orange, accentuated by black stripes. Her ears shifted to the top of her head, becoming larger and covered in fur. A tail sprouted from her lower back. Medium green eyes became bright, her pupils becoming slits rather than circles. 

Tora let out a relieved sigh, pulling her hair out of its ponytail and rubbing her neck. “Much better.” She turned her attention to the corkboard. The newspaper clippings were all focused on Tigress and the Surrealist Snatchers. The Snatchers were an art thief ring that had been terrorizing the Seattle area for nearly ten years. Occasionally members had been caught, but it’d never been enough to get more information. The group frequently held jailbreaks for their captured members. And even if they weren’t broken out, they seemed content knowing that the group would still be there when they got out. None of them turned on the other Snatchers. The leadership was unknown. Over the past couple of months, Tigress had been slowly wearing down their numbers. The costumed vigilante with tiger ears, a tail, and striped hair would get to the thieves before the cops, beat them up, then deliver them to the police. Of course, she was able to get information out of them before handing them over. Unsurprisingly, they were a little more willing to talk to a rogue vigilante than rule-abiding police. 

Tora pinned up today’s article, along with her new page of notes. Their numbers were dwindling. The leaders would have to get involved in the dirty work soon. She was sure of it. After finding no new revelations in the corkboard collage, she crossed to the desk, sitting down and starting to sort through papers. 

“More sad news as detectives report the latest in the string of murders terrorizing Washington state,” the news anchor was saying. Tora paused her searching to look up at the tv. 

“Yes, for those unfamiliar, there seems to be a serial killer making their way through The Evergreen State. The body of Catherine Everett found this morning is the seventh connected to this same killer.”

“Thus far detectives have been rather tight lipped about the serial killer’s methods. They have said that the killer seems to be using homemade guns and artillery. They also caution everyone to be smart; as always, be sure to lock your doors and windows at night. If you see anything suspicious or have any information on the killer’s wearabouts, please call it in.” 

Tora tapped her desk as she kept watching the report. This serial killer was definitely a serious deal. She wondered if the detectives actually knew much more than they were sharing, or if they were really at a loss for leads. Either way they could surely use some help. She sighed. The Surrealist Snatchers were almost wrapped up. Just one last capture. Then she’d have them. And then she’d deal with this serial killer. Just one more mission. 

She sighed and went back to searching the papers. She paused to look more closely at an ad. “Madame Margerie’s Art Gallery announces a new exhibition opening this weekend.” Tora cocked her head, then turned to the computer, looking up Madame Margerie’s Art Gallery. It appeared to be a smaller, privately owned art gallery in downtown Seattle. The new exhibition focused on surrealist paintings. The paintings would be put up for auction after a period of being displayed. Given the starting bid prizes… It sure wasn’t a big art gala, but it definitely was a perfect target.

Tora’s realization was interrupted as a glassy orb floated up off her desk, emitting a melodic tone and a green glow. “Crap, is that today?!” 

Tora snatched the orb out of the air and walked around the desk. When she released it, it stayed suspended in the air. She tapped its surface a few times, then spread her fingers out across it before stepping back. A beam of light shone out of it, performing a full body scan. The glow then changed to blue and four holographic figures appeared before her. The figures were all were-tigers like Tora - they had the tiger-like ears, tail, cat eyes, and striped hair. 

The older looking woman spoke first. “Tora, darling!”

“Hi, Mom,” Tora greeted. 

“It’s good to see you, dear. I-“ She paused, looking Tora over. “Dear, what are you wearing? Are those- Rips? In your pants? Surely you can afford clothing that isn’t destroyed.”

“Oh, uh, I can,” Tora replied. “But ripped jeans are kinda the style here.” 

“You mean to tell me the Terrans are purposefully wearing ripped clothing?” 

“Yup. It’s all the rage.” Tora decided to leave out the part of it being popular within the grunge community, not necessarily all fashion. She didn’t really need her mom micromanaging her clothing choices from several light years away. “Just tryin’ to blend in.” 

“You didn’t really expect Terran fashion to be up to your standards, did you Mother?” A younger woman replied. She smiled at Tora. “Hi, Tora.” 

“Hi, S̄eụ̄x,” Tora replied, smiling at her older sister. 

“Yes, well, Tyhr, go get your father please,” Tora’s mother said. The smallest of the holographic figures - Tora’s younger brother - started to walk away, his attention on some sort of handheld device, as it had been during the conversation. After a certain distance, his hologram simply disappeared from view. 

“Now, Tora, how is school going?” Her mother said, looking back at her. 

“Oh, great. In fact, just today my math teacher was telling me how well I’m doing in his class.”

“You? Good at math?” The final figure, Tora’s older brother, scoffed. Tora stuck her tongue out at him. 

“Khla, be nice,” their mother chastised. Nonetheless, Khla stuck his tongue out at Tora when their mother wasn’t looking in his direction. 

“And what of your Magintan studies?” Mom carried on. “While the chance to learn and spend time on Terra is very exciting, you mustn’t fall behind on your proper education for when you return to your own planet.”

“I’ve still got like twenty years to finish all that,” Tora replied dismissively. “I’ll get to it.” 

Her mother didn’t like that answer. “Tora, you had better not be wasting your time partying. Remember why we decided it was best to send you there in the first place.” 

“No, Mom, I’m not partying. I, uh-” Tora looked past her holographic family, eyes fixing on her costume. How could she explain to her mom what had been taking up so much of her time? “I’ve been volunteering.”

“Volunteering, huh?” Her mom replied, not quite approving, but at least not disapproving. 

“You know, helping out people in need. It’s been good for me. Gives me purpose. Reminds me how lucky I am. And it’s fun. But it keeps me pretty busy.”

Her mother sighed. “Very well. Just make sure to get that work done before you come home. We can’t have you unprepared for advanced schooling just because you’ve been living on a primitive planet.” 

“Don’t worry Mom, I’ll get it done. I promise.” 

Tyhr’s hologram reappeared as he wandered back into view, still not looking up from his device. 

“Tyhr, where is your father?” Mom asked. 

“He said he was in an important call and he’d come later,” Tyhr replied. 

“Oh, for fang’s sake,” her mother said, exasperatedly rolling her eyes. “Tora, dear, I’ll be right back.” The hologram of her mother soon vanished, as Tyhr’s had. 

“So, Tora,” S̄eụ̄x said, stepping up to fill their mother’s spot. “You told mom all about how responsible you’re being. Tell me all about the fun stuff. Are you hanging out with friends? Any cute boys catching your fancy?” 

“Uh, no,” Tora replied flatly. 

“Oh, c’mon Tora,” S̄eụ̄x replied. “No one at all? No dates or crushes or anything?”

“Again, no.” 

“Seriously, S̄eụ̄x. Do you really want her going on dates with guys we can’t screen out for her?” Khla interrupted. 

“Oh, yeah, because you screened her previous boyfriends so well.” S̄eụ̄x rolled her eyes while Khla bristled.

“Guys, really.” Tora spoke up quickly before a fight broke out between her siblings. “I’m not really interested in dating right now. I’m pretty busy with the volunteering thing. Besides, it’s kinda hard to date when I live so much longer than everyone around me.” 

“I guess that’s fair,” S̄eụ̄x replied. “I just want to make sure you’re still having fun, Tora. Sure, you’ve gotta do the responsible stuff, too. But you can’t have all work and no play. You’re only 164 years old. You’ve gotta enjoy your youth.” 

“Don’t worry, I’m good,” Tora assured her. “I really am enjoying this volunteering thing. It’s a lot of fun. It’s actually more of a ‘fun’ thing than a ‘responsible’ thing.” 

“Alright,” S̄eụ̄x conceded, though she still didn’t seem super satisfied. 

The holographic figure of their mother reappeared, along with a new figure. 

“Hi, Dad,” Tora greeted. 

“Hello, Tora.” 

“How’s business?” 

“It’s going well. I’m trying to land a deal with Ylonda and-”

“Darling,” Tora’s mom interrupted. “I don’t think Tora wants to hear about work.” 

“She asked,” Dad said defensively. 

“I did,” Tora agreed. “I don’t see you guys much. I want to know what’s going on in your life.” 

“Oh, well, in that case,” Mom said, smiling brightly, clearly excited. “Let me tell you all about our last show.” 

Khla shot Tora a “look what you’ve done” glare. Tora smiled and listened to her parents tell her all about their fashion show, with S̄eụ̄x chiming in occasionally.

Footnotes: 

S̄eụ̄x (Thai) is pronounced like “sue-ah”/”sua”

Khla (Khmer) is pronounced like a cross between “clay” and “claw”

Tyhr (Ukranian) is pronounced like “tear,” as in a tear drop, but with a bit more of a rolled R 

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Rules: Tag nine people you want to get to know better. I was tagged by @wanderingfandoms and then proceeded to take WAY too long to do this.

Favorite color(s): Blues, purples, and greens

Currently reading: So much fanfic… just… so much.

Last song: *checks what's playing on the radio* Apparently "Set Fire to the Rain"

Last series: I am working my way through The Blooms at Ruyi Pavilion interspersed with binge-watching Murder She Wrote because apparently watching Angela Lansbury solving murders is what my brain currently wants as relaxing TV. I don’t even know. Well, I mean, Angela Lansbury is terrific, it’s fun to play “hey, I know that guest star,” 1984-1996 is far enough away that it counts as nostalgic (current murder shows deal with current issues, and I get enough of that outside of fiction, really), there have been a couple of wince-worthy moments but not as many as I’d feared (… there’s an episode set in “Australia,” which I first of all don’t believe they were anywhere near and second of all would kind of like to apologize about to… Australia…. But on the other hand it ends with the return of sacred land to the aboriginal people, which I had not been expecting), and apparently the same “nostalgia” feature is enough that it doesn’t send my brain into a frothing rage about running around solving crimes without following procedure. The cozy mystery genre is, after all, the type where it ends with a confession and The Truth Being Revealed, and so the viewer doesn’t have to tie themselves in knots about the court case part.

Last movie: This, hilariously, is why it took me forever to do this, because I sat down and went, “Wait, have I literally not… watched a movie since June?” (it was In the Heights, streamed on a computer with some very dodgy speakers, which was not even the most annoying thing about the movie). So then I decided I needed to finally check a movie off of my list and set out to watch The Yin-Yang Master, logically believing that that was the first movie and The Yin-Yang Master: Dreams of Eternity was the sequel. Because I was unaware of the fact that one of them is based on the novel and short story series Onmyōji, and one is based on the mobile game based on the novel, except relocating the action to Ancient Fantasy Historical China instead of Japan. Attempting to watch The Yin-Yang Master involved starting out by accidentally pressing the wrong controller buttons and starting the cdrama Shadow, which I spent about twenty minutes watching with increasing confusion as it seemed to be a lot of Serious Drama, Political Machinations, Dim Lighting, and a Dimmer Emperor, rather than the over-the-top fight scenes, colorful monsters, and snarky banter that I had expected. So then I realized that I was watching the wrong film. And tried, again, to watch The Yin-Yang Master, hit the wrong buttons AGAIN, realized that I’d accidentally started Dreams of Eternity, stopped, finally looked up what was up with those two films, and went back to finish Dreams of Eternity, which was exactly the level of colorful monster-fighting craziness that I had been looking for.

Sweet, savory, or spicy: Savory or sweet; I like spicy, but at the “mayonnaise-white person raised in a part of North America where the cuisine is extremely bland” level of tolerance.

Currently working on: Poking about under the sofa cushions looking for inspiration and brainpower.

Tagging: (totally up to you if you want to do it or not but I would love to know more about you guys) Feel free to do this if you want to!

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Most kudoed Sherlock (BBC) fics in 2019

Sherlock fics from 2019 with more than 1000 kudos on AO3*

1. Riptide Lover by jinglebell - 4011 kudos 114K, E, Johnlock, John/others The year is 1866. When John becomes swept overboard, he never expects to encounter a living creature of myth. When the merman absconds with John, the lost sailor must use every tool at his disposal to convince Sherlock not to kill him. But it seems that killing John Watson is not what the deadly, beautiful creature has in mind at all... 

2. The Only Unproblematic Slash Fic by songlin - 2641 kudos 554 words, M, Johnlock I decided to write this after being OUTRAGED by the number of highly problematic and abusive fanfics I see on this site! Honestly I shouldn't even post it here at all, since AO3 is complicit in LITERAL SEX TRAFFICKING and ABUSE by allowing just anyone to post whatever they want. But it's the best website for posting fic. What am I supposed to do, raise money to pay for servers and use AO3's entirely, 100% open source code to start a new site that upholds REAL MORALITY? Anyways here's my fanfic.

3. A different kind of adventure by curiousbees (orphaned) - 1996 kudos 27K, E, Johnlock A series of rash experiments at twenty-three left omega Sherlock unable to form a bond or have a child. He never particularly cared, even if he sometimes caught himself wishing after meeting John. Now at 36, this inability is simply another part of who he is, like his intellect or his tendency for addiction. So after one night's loss of logic with his married best friend, he doesn't think to question it. In hindsight, he really shouldn't have taken it for granted.

4. What We Could Be by Mottlemoth - 1908 kudos 46K, E, Mystrade Ficlets and short stories featuring Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade. Fluff, smut, humour, a little well-marked angst... and of course, lots and lots of romance.

5. East End Boy by Mottlemoth - 1620 kudos 192K, E, Mystrade "You fear becoming the plaything of a powerful man." Greg Lestrade might have risen to the rank of Detective Inspector, but he's still just an East End boy at heart. That's why this arrangement with Mycroft Holmes, power incarnate, is starting to feel so weird—if only Mycroft weren't so hard to resist.

6. Minutiae (Or 156 Things I Know About You) by AtlinMerrick - 1572 kudos 105K, E, Johnlock Here, in no particular order, are some of the things John has learned about Sherlock, and some of the things Sherlock has learned about John.

7. A Novel Romance by EventHorizon - 1511 kudos 357K, M, Mystrade Mycroft Holmes is a successful, yet reclusive, mystery writer. His agent nearly had to resort to torture to persuade the writer to allow a studio the rights to film one of his books. The studio wants the highly profitable and extremely sexy Greg Lestrade for the role, but Mycroft isn’t happy with the choice. The studio sends him to Mycroft’s remote country home to do some persuading. Once there, after getting to know the secretive, brilliant and slightly-eccentric Mycroft Holmes, Greg isn’t certain which ranks higher on his persuading list - him getting a role he dearly wants or him getting a man he dearly wants.

8. Sensory Science by sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) - 1439 kudos 80K, E, Johnlock John Watson has been invalided home from Afghanistan and is struggling with anxiety, depression, PTSD and insomnia, when an old friend from med school recommends something that might help: An ASMR YouTube Channel run by a friend. One session in and John is hooked, not only by the way the ASMR seems to calm him after nightmares, and help him sleep, but also by the mysterious man who runs it.

9. White Knight by DiscordantWords - 1360 kudos 69K, M, Johnlock Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

10. Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) - 1324 kudos 70K, E, Johnlock When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. 

11. Proving A Point by elldotsee, J_Baillier - 1296 kudos 186K, E, Johnlock Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

12. Dearest Life by InnerSpectrum - 1265 kudos 276K, E, Johnlock / Warstan / Mystrade Sherlock is forced to marry John, a wealthy Alpha doctor, who is married to Mary, an infertile Beta. Both of whom hide dark secrets from each other.

13. Soul Mate by Mottlemoth - 1258 kudos 4K, T, Mystrade The words appeared on Mycroft's arm aged fourteen, foretelling the first thing his soul mate would ever say to him—and horrifying his respectable parents. He's now lived with the unfortunate words all his life, not certain that he even wishes to meet his soul mate if that's how the man talks. But when Sherlock befriends a Scotland Yard inspector named Lestrade, Mycroft might just change his mind.

14. Isosceles by SilentAuror - 1212 kudos 56K, E, Johnlock and Sherlock/OMC After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...

15. Beloved Baker Street by LadyLibby - 1164 kudos 203K, T, Sherlock/female!Reader / Warstan / Mollstrade / John/OMC Y/N Hudson grew up in America, daughter to a loving British mother and the leader of a notorious drug cartel in Florida. She grew into a brilliant and yet compassionate young woman with a penchant for solving mysteries. Accepted into the forensic department at Scotland Yard, Y/N never expected to be swept up into the whirlwind life of Sherlock Holmes....

16. It takes John Watson to save your life. by Sparkypip - 1135 kudos 105K, T, Gen A series of One shots where John saves Sherlock's life in so many ways.

17. The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror - 1131 kudos 64K, E, Johnlock It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths... 

18. And if it begins anywhere, it begins here by Salambo06 - 1080 kudos 26K, E, Johnlock When Sherlock finds a letter in his bedroom, he doesn't expect to read the words of another version of himself from a parallel universe. What he expects even less is to read Sherlock Watson-Holmes at the bottom of the letter.

19. Pink, Purple and Blue by Mottlemoth - 1044 kudos 5K, T, Mystrade After eight years of failed marriage to a woman, with his boyfriends now a distant memory, Greg feels unwelcome in his own sexuality. Fallen between two factions, it seems like he belongs to neither. Comfort and reassurance come from an unlikely source. 

20. Better Late Than Never by sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) - 1020 kudos 3K, T, Johnlock He suddenly wants John Watson out of his bedroom, out of his flat, out of his life, because he has been lying to himself these last few months, he realises.  He doesn’t want John here, not with the way things are. He doesn’t want to keep being so careful, so generous, so, so…

* And now for the caveats:

- I’ve cut some of the summaries down because they were way too wordy. Sorry, authors. Write shorter summaries. It’s an AO3 blurb, not a dust jacket. - The kudo count is as of 2 January 2020. Obviously, fics that started posting earlier have the advantage, since they had a longer time to gather kudos. - For this list, I disregarded all fics tagged with multiple fandoms, since their popularity may be due to those other fandoms. - Fics may get - or not get - kudos for various reasons. This is not intended to be a rec list per se, and being on or off this list is not a statement on the quality of any given fic.