#station eleven fanfiction

[jrooc]

✨Weekly Tag Wednesday!✨

Oh hi! It’s another tag game. Thanks for the tags @mybrainismelted @ian-galagher @creepkinginc @darlingian @juliakayyy @sgtmickeyslaughter

how is your day going? Long but it’s been a good one.

are you okay? Lol no. My life’s a mess.

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour? Green probably a teal, a pine or an Persian?

are you single? Nope. I’m married.

are you happy about that? Big questions today Chani! Yeah I am most days. But I’m a very independent person so I wish I could be single when I wanted. Like could I be married for 6 months out of the year? Could I have days of the week off? Relationships are hard, man.

what age do you feel in your brain? Still 30 maybe? Although that was an awful year for me. So maybe 31.

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you? JFC there better be some to come cause life is long and things are hard

do you have a best friend? I have 2

did you have a childhood pet? Yes! We had a dog and a few cats.

do you sing or whistle around the house? I can’t whistle. I can’t sing either but it doesn’t always stop me.

do you light candles or incense? Candles sometimes

are you busy Friday night? My neighbor might swing by for a glass of wine but that sounds like a lot. I already want to cancel and just read fics

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in? Haha you’ve clearly never seen how uncoordinated I am

what is your favourite outfit? Ripped jeans, black tank top and a cute jacket

what's the last thing you created? I’ve spent this whole week writing. Working on my GGE and the next lightning chapter

what is your favourite fic or book of all time? Oof. Impossible questions but book.. it used to be Oryx and Crake. But it’s probably Station Eleven or Sea of Tranquility by Emily St. John Mandel.

Fics… there’s a lot but my all time love is Old Rules for New Side Pieces by @goodkwuestion

what are you looking forward to? Some friend plans this summer probably. Cycling outdoors

what can put you immediately in a better mood? Fanfiction and our little Community

do you like hugs? Sometimes. I’m awkward about them unless it’s genuine and the right moment.

what is something you wish people understood about you? I’m always sarcastic. I swear a lot and I can be a dick sometimes. I come across a little hard around the edges but I’m actually pretty soft.

Tagging @such-a-barbarian @ms-moonlight-inn @bellezabelize @doshiart @transmurderbug @transmickey @rayrayor @heymrspatel @deedala @stocious @solitarycreaturesthey @francesrose3 @mickeysgaymom @gallavichsuperfan @suzy-queued

[aviesfics]

Hetalia WIPs* (updated 15/03/2024)

(*Multi-chaptered fanfictions only, I have too many half written one-shots to possibly record).

Ongoing on AO3:

Instead, I Live - FrUK. Canonverse England develops depression. Chapters 5/6 posted.

A Spell on You - USUK. Arthur is a clumsy mage; Alfred is the knight who keeps coming to his aid. Chapters 6/? posted.

Stations of the Sun and Stars - USUK. Arthur is the captive of a vampire, but falls in love with the werewolf who wants to free him. Chapters 4/? posted. Being re-written.

A Better Place - Arthur is dead. Alfred sees ghosts. Includes FrUK, AusHun and GerIta but ships are not the focus. Chapters 4/? posted.

Whore of the Worlds (NSFW) - WorldxEngland pwp fic. Chapters 7/10 posted.

Wide-Eyed Fears - USUK. Omegaverse AU. Arthur is a pregnant maid on the run. He bumps into Alfred in the woods. Chapters 3/? posted.

Ongoing and unreleased:

Meteor Impact - USUK. Science fantasy/apocalypse AU where Alfred falls in love with an Arthur from the wrong universe.

Castles in the Air - USUK. Hero Alfred and villain Arthur team up to take down a more dangerous threat.

Screaming Red - Human AU where the characters are tributes in a Hunger Games. Contains AusHun and FrUK but ships are not the focus.

Over the Sun - Eleven young men have been held captive since childhood for reasons they don't yet know.

Fire Inside - USUK. Fantasy AU where mages are enslaved and Alfred gradually realises he should do something about that.

Good Out Here - FrUK omegaverse/apocalypse AU where humanity lives in a series of self-governing (and usually corrupt) safety domes.

My Hour at Last - USUK. Arthur betrays his found family of freedom fighters - or so it is thought, until Alfred finds his journal and unravels the mystery.

Devour - USUK. Futuristic omegaverse AU where Alfred is a crime lord and Arthur is the furious omega he has purchased.

Exceptional Things - FrUK. Omegaverse romance, where Francis and Arthur both have troubled pasts and will eventually realise that they are each others path to healing.

Beyond the Pages - USUK. Fantasy AU, where Alfred has been put in charge of ensuring a prophecy is fulfilled.

[autisticempathydaemon]

for the matchups, please? this is very long oops :^)

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

magnolia by laufey!!! love the first verse, specifically, "stars in her eyes, handpicked from the skies." i just think it's very pretty :))

What is your Enneagram type?

type 4w5 (looking at the other submissions this is very popular?!)

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

the youtuber strange æons has this video where she does a deep dive on an old harry potter fanfiction writer called ms.scribe, i think it's really fascinating stuff!

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

i don't know if this technically counts as an imaginary friend? there was this one time i found a little praying mantis and gave him a whole backstory (he was a legendary samurai!!) and pretended to sword fight with him. i think about that often

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

get snuggled up in bed and consume content til i pass out wwww

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

i named myself after my favorite artist :))

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

caelums first audio! it was the first redacted audio i listened to ever and im very attached to it just for that

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

james! not really into him, he doesn't stand out to me

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

bee and puppycat! i can even mimick puppycats voice hehe (if you haven't seen it, puppycat makes mechanical beep sounds, sorta like animal crossing noises instead of talking) i just find the concept of it charming, a girl who feels isolated from everyone else finding a magical little pet that takes her on grand adventures. the subtleness of its commentary i find really appealing. also if we're just talking about aesthetics it's all soft colors and stars, very pretty and very my thing.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

asher!! he's funny and energetic but also very relatable to me, which are qualities I like in a friend :))

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

i basically turn into a pokedex during my late night phone calls with my friends. if the conversation goes out, i'll start speaking about random pokemon facts (it's the special interest talking..)

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

gas stations and convenience stores are separated where i live xD i like to get a strawberry smoothie from 7-eleven, but tbh i mainly do it because i just think the machine is cool...

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

dating sims! i just like feeling included :,)

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!

im a drawing artist mostly, but i dabble in a ton of other creative/artistic hobbies, and im in a band :^) also, i have hyperphantasia. that's pretty cool

A Free Spirit, a creative, and artist with a love of the stars- who else could you be but Elliott’s Sunshine, his brightest star?

I love pairing our favorite Dreamwalker with artists; it’s just an irrefutable match, you know? With your hyperphantasia, I bet he’d love to be a guest in your dreams, to firsthand see what you see and bring into the world through art. Elliott is just such a sweetpea, the most fun and supportive boyfriend you could imagine. As someone who works in art/architecture himself, he gets you. He understands creative blocks, the frustration and excitement of trying out a new concept or medium, the desire to not rest until you have made something, a desire he’d make sure to nip in the bud when necessary.

Speaking of your art, he is your biggest fanboy, because Elliott highkey has fanboy energy, don’t you think? He’s picking you up from practice, he’s attending every gig, he hyping you up every chance he gets. He’d also use his magic to give you the most exciting gifts. Think the dragon flashback audio but for you. He could put you in the world of Bee and Puppycat! He could make you a dream dating sim where all the romanceable npcs are him in different hats.

Song:

Pull it out of park, put it in drive/ I can feel your heart beatin' with mine/ Underneath the stars lookin' for a sign/ Glowing in the dark 'til the sun shines/ Made it pretty far on the first try/ Might've set the bar a little too high/ Started with a spark, now we're on fire/ Started with a spark

I had to give you a fun song with star motifs, I couldn’t help it~ This is also a fun, sweet song with chill, lowkey make out vibes. Elliott also totally strikes me as a The Neighborhood, Sweater Weather fan.

Runner-ups:

Vincent is a really fun runner-up because he would be such a good groupie; like, can’t you imagine him front and center of any of your performances, saying “you were great, Lovely, I bought you a brand new guitar.” Anton is another fun runner-up because he’s so technically-inclined, so I think an artist would contrast him beautifully.

note: thank you for your entry~!

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Hi Alyssa,

I finished Station Eleven last night! Thank you for the recommendation. It was incredible! In what ways is the book different and should I read it too? I feel like maybe I should…

Hi Kat! 👋🏻 I hope you’re having a great weekend!!!

Ahhh I’m so glad you enjoyed it!! Wasn’t it beautiful? Who was your favorite character? I’m very partial to Miranda, myself.

I would definitely recommend reading the book if you enjoyed the adaptation. It’s a fast read, lots of short chapters, and really powerful writing. But here’s what I would say in answer to your question about how they differ: The HBO adaptation is almost more like fanfiction of the book, if that makes sense. The show is more of a “well what if this happened instead?” vs a true 1:1 live action version of the same story. Many of the main characters are extremely similar, but overall, in my mind, they’re two different stories set in the same world.

(god, look at her go. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻)

[snowviolettwhite]

little boy don't you cry, cause the child in you is still alive - 911: Lone Star Early 2010s FanFiction AU

Chapter Eleven:

Owen is a firefighter. He is a calm and collected professional. He deals with kids getting in trouble all the time and on the daily. He can do this for Tk. He is a good boy and always has been. His sweet kid who has a little bit of a temper but never strays too far. However, Tk has been a little accident prone since toddler-hood and has a talent of getting himself hurt and into dangerous situations. Owen and Gwyn and Enzo are used to the antics of their boy.

The fourteen-year-old and ninth grader Tyler Kennedy Strand who goes by Tk was riding high until he was not. His life turned upside down in the course of one short week. It was the 2010 Manhattan school districts homecoming week, everything was good great then it suddenly turned into a nightmare. Now to get away from all the pain his dad is moving him to Austin, Texas. Owen is rebuilding 126 fire-station which recently suffered a great loss, most of the firefighters lost their lives.

[jenny-from-the-bau]

this isn't one of the questions in the ask game, but do you like to read or do you prefer to just write? fanfiction or original fiction? what are some of your favorite books you've ever read?

I believe that you can't be a good writer unless you read books. I was a voracious reader as a kid and I still carry all that with me. I love reading!!

I don't read a lot of fanfiction anymore haha I did A LOT when I was in middle school - college. I just don't seek it out as much anymore.

My favorite books... I read World War Z like 3 times a year haha The Tale of Despereaux, Station Eleven, anything by Tamora Pierce, Rocket Boys, Memoirs of a Geisha

[comicgoblinwrites]

Author Ask Tag Game

Tagged by @tisiphonewolfe

Answering these for The Sound of the End, cause I’ve spent a little more time with it than THe Fire Between Stars.

(1) What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

I’m not sure if I’ve solidified on what the main lesson of my story is—I’m not sure that I want the story to have just one “lesson”. Honestly, people will get what they need to out of the story, and Some of the meanings that people find will probably be a surprise to me. That being said, some of the important things that I’ve gotten from the story include:

Growing through grief, and learning how to move through it and not let it consume you.

Accepting help when it’s needed, and learning how to be part of a community.

Self acceptance, even when not all your parts are pretty.

That nothing is all good, or all bad, and many things aren’t what we perceive them to be on the surface.

(2) What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

The story takes place in a post apocalyptic pacific north west, so I used a lot of geography of the area as inspiration. It was originally inspired by the road trips we’d take from Eugene to Paso Robles.

It was also very influenced by The Last of Us, The Walking Dead, and Station Eleven, and also Stanger Things, plus various comics.

(3) What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

Darcy (the MC) has various goals, mostly trying to not die… But more specifically she’s trying to achieve:

Safety for herself and her friends/family.

A better understanding of herself and the way that the apocalypse (supernaturally) changed her.

A better understanding of the creatures that invaded the world.

Kind of like with the “lesson of the story” the reader will get what they need to from Darcy. But from my experience with her, I think one of the main things is self acceptance.

(4) How many chapters is your story going to have?

I think the first book has about 28, the second book has probably a few more (35ish) and the 3rd and 4th books about the same.

(5) Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

TSOTE is original fiction. I might post some snippets, but I’m planning on querying with it.

(6) When and why did you start writing?

I started writing (overall) when I was nine. That was about when I realized I could write stories like the ones I loved reading so much (well, not at nine, but we’ve all got to start somewhere).

(7) Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

I’m always happy to chat about whatever, whenever. I respond fastest to messages, and slightly slower to tags and asks.

If you’re feeling low about writing, hit me up and I’m happy to listen/talk/whatever.

Would recommend reading and rereading media that inspires you when you’re feeling uncreative!

I follow a fair few… this is just a couple. Most of the people I follow are writeblrs. Idk if you can see my following list but go check it out if you can:

@floweryprosegarden @winterandwords @stesierra @mjjune

@gummybugg @arijensineink

Tagging (if you want):

The folks above, only if you want tho 👉👉

[mcytblrconfessions]

I had a dream that the world ended. And I know what you’re thinking! “What does this have to do with minecraft youtubers?” Well, I had a dream that the world ended in the same way that station eleven’s world ended. Yknow, genetically-enhanced-plague-that-kills-people-to-death. And me, completely alone, had decided to take a sailboat up to the US, along the east coast. Stopping at a port, I remember telling some kids romanticized tales of hermitcraft (I like to romanticize Minecraft a lot) and then a voice interrupted me, right? And then I looked up. And it was fucking ethoslab. Why my brain conjured up ethoslab, I have no clue. Don’t even watch him. But, because he was a connection to the fandom I had loved, I stuck to him like barnacles on a ship, or whatever the saying is. Eventually I dragged him onto the ship that I had DEFINITELY NOT stolen and we decided to go find bdubs? For some reason? And anyway lots of chill vibes with etho. He and I eventually formed a pretty strong older brother/dad and son(?) relationship and it was very nice :). Sometimes I let my brain wander back to that place where I’m excitedly rambling about an old fanfiction I read back when the world hadn’t ended with etho listening in that “I have no idea what your talking about but you’re happy and it’s all that matters” way, warm lights and bean bags... Anyway thanks mr slab I’ve literally never watched a video of yours but I’m glad you’ve indulged my dream self :)

I really should watch his videos

[vicwrites-and-acts]

Writblr Introduction

I've been on Tumblr for a bit now; mainly lurking on my other blog, until I decided i'd make a new one to actively engage in the community, and share what I am most passionate about. So here's my official introduction!

About me:

My name is Victoria, but most call me Vic, so I am fine with whatever you'd like as long as its not derogatory. I'm 24 and very unsure of where the future is going for me. She/her pronouns for me preferably, but I'd also answer to dude or bro, because it's a love language.

I'm a mom of three, so writing or engaging is sometimes limited to my free time. I'm American (I know, I know, how boring.) Kidding. Mostly. I'm also Neurodivergent, but that's probably pretty obvious.

I've been writing since I was eleven, and it's always been a major passion; there's just something so raw and real about storytelling, and I've always been a pretty immersive reader. The book just transforms on the page and I'm swept away into different worlds. Until recently, my writing has mainly been fanfiction. I found it so much easier than being confident in my own abilities as a writer, because the foundation was already laid before me.

I can almost never focus on one thing at a time. So you'll probably see me flip flopping around like a fish out of water.

I'm also an aspiring actress as well as an author. So you'll probably see some things related to that – I hope you don't mind. Some other interests include: Soap making, candle making, sewing, knitting, and Psychology!

Asks and tag list/tag games friendly!

Side note: I am not at all familiar with writblr/tag games at all so any tips is 100% appreciated. Always open to new friends as well!

I will more than likely use this blog for posting about my OC'S, my WIP's, aesthetics, moodboards, Playlists, poetry, and reblogging helpful writing tips, as well as reblogging and helping the writblr community.

ABOUT MY WRITING:

I enjoy reading/writing sci fi, dystopia, fantasy, and horror on occasion. My works will almost always have a romantic subplot because I am a smol hopeless romantic in a big, big world.

HUGE fan of redemption arcs. Yes, please. Give me the morally grey character who does awful things but in the end makes a huge turnaround and is just so chefs kiss

Some of my works will have triggering content, and it will be marked with trigger warnings when applicable.

Some fandoms I engage in and do writing in on my main blog @johnmurphysgirl is as follows:

LOST

The 100

Stranger Things

BBC Merlin

Jurrasic Park/World

There's probably more but my mind goes blank. Rip

My WIP:

Title: Tempus (subject to change/filler name)

Genre: Sci fi, dystopian, romance

(think Lost in Space meets Hunger Games: Catching Fire)

Current status: hahahaha panic induced screeching; chapter two is halfway finished, but I've been struggling with severe writers block for months.

POV: third person, eventual switching, multiple povs.

Plot: Scientists have always meddled in things they couldn't begin to understand; mixing viruses and making bio weapons in the same containment area as cures for all manner of ills. The scientist in question lets out a dangerous disease, a vampiric mutation called the NightWalker Virus.

Only a select few were chosen to go to the Odyssey; a space station that would lead them to safety on a newly discovered planet.

Eris Matthews is an unauthorized stowaway on the Exodus with her best friend Cashmere Moni, and the owner's son, Rhys Grey. The ship's capacity was only meant for four people, not six. They crash land onto their new home, far from the civilization they'd hoped to find.

They'd fled to the stars in hopes of salvation, only to find their new home riddled with demons and unanswered questions, betrayals, and it is not at all what it seems.

[ohmeadows]

I love your writing so much and honestly want to ask you every question on the book meme lol. Would you mind answering 1, 17, and 27?

do u prefer a standalone or a series?

standalone, because way too many YA books that should have at most been duologies got dragged into trilogies in the 2010s (publisher greed, trends, wanting to be the next big trilogy smash hit) and thus we had weak flaccid second books with slumping plots, contrived problems and an author trying to stall some big reveal before the third one. i'd rather read one longer book than a whole ass trilogy. fantasy and sci-fi i don't mind if they do series but the genre conventions lends itself to it better.

a book to get u out of a reading slump?

i have a few more that got me out of a slump to add:

the secret history, donna tartt

annihilation, jeff vandermeer

station eleven, emily st john mandel

such a fun age, kiley reid

luster, raven leilani

my lesbian experience with loneliness, kabi nagata

a 'fanfiction' trope that u like to see in books?

few. fanfiction tendencies are already showing up in books and not a lot of them have translated well. i can tell when the author was a fic writer based on how their characters interact in "funny relatable ways" and it makes me grimace.

but. i would like more shamelessly steamy and wild sex scenes with less cringe writing.

this is my hubris from growing up as a writer on haruki murakami's bad sex scenes and now thinking i want to do that mix of supernatural, lonely humans seeking connection and rawdog horny. (i don't particularly like murakami anymore. but he was formative the years i read him, and his way of doing supernatural themes still hang around in my mind.)

[phyunuu]

working on some writing

currently super into genshin impact; so a bit of a story time. about a year and a half ago, i made a genshin character and started working on a story with him in it. he's one of the fatui harbingers (this was before it was released that all slots of the harbingers were filled and had appearances), and when i dug him up again about three months ago, i abandoned him because i realised that obviously...... there was nothing i could do, the slots were taken and for some reason i was really strict about remaining lore-accurate in all of my writings or work. i've since abandoned that slightly; you can never remain one hundred percent accurate in the world of genshin lol. well, i just dug up a fanfiction i was working on with said oc, as well as tartaglia and diluc. its actually an interesting premise, and i actually wrote it really well (shocking as this was at a time my writing was... lacklustre), so i'm considering keeping it. i had this idea of 'backup harbingers' since there are only eleven, and there are a lot of commedia del'arte characters. so here's the sitch: i want to work on this story and publish it on AO3, but i need some help with characters. i want to make three 'backups', alongside my character. i was mainly looking at coviello, burattino, and lelio, and i'd be open to having suggestions for designs and such for each! (my character is taking the spot of brighella) so, if anyone has any ideas, feel free to lmk and comment, or dm me! feel free to branch into any of the nations because i think it'd be cool if there was one who was stationed in fontaine or even in one of the current nations. thankz all!

[booklovertwilight]

Helloooo so I kinda drew a fanart for your glitter and gold fanfiction and I was gonna post it but then I got self-conscious and thought it probably wasn’t good enough and I didn’t want you to feel obligated to reblog something that was terrible lol so I’m sending it here and hopefully this isn’t weird or anything. I just really love your fic and I can’t wait for the next chapter ^_^

My friend this is FANTASTIC! Don't ever be embarrassed to share your art with people no matter how "bad" you think it might be. Have all the confidence of an eleven-year-old handing out fliers for their fanfiction at a train station! Put that shit out there!!

I'm so happy with this! I can see how much you've improved as an artist in the mere few days since I last saw your work, and it's absolutely wonderful!! Not only that, but getting fanart for my fic just never ceases to make me happy ☆:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:☆

Thank you again for the wonderful fanart and for all your support of my fic! I appreciate you!! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[nancywheeeler]

📔📖📕?

three fandoms for the price of one!

(more) Ted Lasso:

okay, so one of my all-time favorite 90s movies is The Fully Monty and i think it would be such a fun AU for TL. the movie's themes overlap with a lot of what Ted Lasso's got going on (mental health, insecurity, father/son relationship, and how everything is wrapped up in men's relationship to their masculinity) and some of things Ted Lasso hasn't really addressed (yet) like class and sexuality. Plus stripper Ted! and the rest of our Diamond Dogs fit really well with the other characters (Beard as the best friend, Nate as the younger, insecure guy they help with his self-esteem, Higgins as the one who teaches them how to dance, Roy as the grump who is surprisingly good at dancing (definitely thanks to the yoga moms), throw Jamie in there as the hot guy lol). i could also see it as either Rebecca/Ted (she owns the club where the guys want to put on their strip show) or Trent/Ted (trent discovering what the guys are up to and sticking around to write an article about how the state of immigration affairs is so bad this poor man is putting on a strip show to get money to stay with his son; in this AU, i imagine michelle has a job in the UK). who knows if i'll ever write it but i'm thinking thoughts!

Stranger Things:

i'm going to keep the plot i've tentatively started drafting under wraps for now, but i have sent so many ST fic ideas to the graveyard over the years (rip the Will-centric ready player one AU, my beloved). a recent one that will haunt me for a while is a Station Eleven-inspired post-canon where our gang technically won the war against Vecna / the Upside Down, but it has inadvertently caused the apocalypse. while the rest of our gang has scattered across the country, trying to pick up the pieces of the world, Steve is one of the last holdouts in Hawkins. Meanwhile, Eddie has been traveling around as a wayfaring musician. idk it would be a little western-inspired because i've always loved western aesthetics in the apocalypse (stranger stumbling into town! nature running wild again! outlaws abound!). who knows what the plot would be other than finding a sense of home again. but i love that Station Eleven idea of art surviving the apocalypse and how it fosters community and i don't know!! maybe one day i'll figure out what this rambling would be about.

Dead Poets Society:

to anyone who ever subscribed to me / followed me for DPS, i am so so sorry. i wanna get back on the horse! i'm not sure if this is the plot i'll go for when i do (i once promised a Charlie POV of my good grief series and i do have some scenes of that drafted), but i have been toying with a While You Were Sleeping AU.......just thinking about Neil Perry being "in love" with Jeffrey Anderson who he has never actually spoken to. Accident happens, Jeff's in a coma, his friends and family think Neil is his fiancee, chaos ensues as Neil starts falling for Jeff's brother, Todd instead. This or my 80s The Sure Thing road trip from hell AU.......they compel me!

(Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.)

[lostjulys]

roswell year in review THIRTY FOUR gas station coffees purchased. FIFTEEN BILLION hours of webserial media analysis podcasts listened to. ONE questionable dissociative disorder discovere.d. SIX THOUSAND miles driven on i-76. TWENTY EIGHT stray cats given pspspspsses. THREE HUNDRED new canvases saved not as useful names but as keysmashes created. SEVEN MILLION words of homestuck fanfiction read. EIGHT items desecrated with in universe fanart embroidery. ELEVEN professors pissed off beyond reason. FIVE BILLION grabbing kittycats while asleep instances.

[moon-kn1ght]

try something new.

pairing: robert 'bob' floyd/jake 'hangman' seresin warnings: teen, station eleven au, post-apocalypse, flu mention, finding old friends at the end of the world. a/n: this is for the 5th week of the cs prompt challenge. i have bad station eleven brainrot after binging it this weekend so this happened in an hour on suday. you don't need to know SE to get the fic though, just know its the end of the world.

The first question is always “You’re alive?!” 

Well sort of, somewhere around day 100 it stopped being a question and became more primarily an exclamation. 

“Where have you been?”

“Who were you with?” 

Then they’d share who they ended up with, asking the same in return. 

The conversations had a similar pattern and similar outcome: gratefulness, relief, joy. Tears wrapped in each others’ arms. 

But after year two, they became less common. You stopped finding people from before. 

By year five, they were almost extinct. 

Bob spent his first 100 in a cabin in Wisconsin of all places. He had been taking an off-the-grid winter break with his cousin and didn’t actually find out till he went into to town on day 7 to get more beer. 

His phone regained service and he saw the headlines. 

And there was a voicemail from Tasha. 

He was her one call at the end. And he didn’t even pick up. 

That hurt stuck with him well through the first year. 

Once the snow melted that first year, Bob and his cousin walked south until they found a community in the town on Lake Michigan that had once been called Manitowoc. 

They spent warm days with the other survivors, swapping those same 20 questions about being the ones left. 

By what would probably have been called August, they all decided to sail across the lake to the Michigan side. Bob had wired them up a radio with old TV satellites to get better reception across long distances and they had made contact with the settlement by the water on the other side. Deciding it was better to have a concentrated, cooperative population, Manitowec all moved east. 

6 years in, Bob was not expecting to hear from anyone from his past. 

But then one day, none other than Jake Seresin rides down the road in St. Deborah, like a true fucking cowboy. 

Bob can’t help but drop to his knees and cry. He isn’t alone. 

They both pull turns at the usual game of 20 questions. 

Jake spent his years walking and riding across the country. He was in San Diego when it happened. He walked to LA then San Francisco in the first year, finding and passing news between other survivors. 

He always was a people person. 

Then hoping against all odds, he rode east. Through Nevada and Arizona and New Mexico, all the way to where his family had a cattle ranch through his time in the Navy. 

Just like Bob, they were lucky. Not many people came through town at the time of the flu so his family was completely safe. Even the stray mutt he brought home from the Naval Academy was still alive and nipping the heels of young calves. 

Jake stayed there for a while but he was restless. So he took off North, finding settlements along the Mississippi and passing tales of new human life. 

Jake and Bob talk for hours, through the night and all the way till pink tinged sunlight peeks from behind the forest on the east. 

A question Bob doesn’t really want the answer to still hangs over him. “Have you seen anyone else?” 

“I’m sorry, but no.” 

Bob shakes his head, guilty for even asking. As if the rest of Dagger Team is Schrodigner’s Cat – only now they’re dead because Bob dared to check. 

“There’s still hope,” Jake offers. 

“You don’t have to coddle me.” Bob shakes it off and something he never intended to share slips out, “I was Tasha's last call.” 

Jake wraps Bob tightly in his arms. Bob tries to imagine this happening before. But he can’t. There is no before now. 

Jake rubs his hand up and down Bob’s back, silently soothing. 

“Is there anything you want to do now?” 

Jake thinks on this. “I think I want to try being in love.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

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Perhaps, it's the colours that started the story

Summary: The colour she sees first is the colour of his eyes. Of the boy she singles out in the crowd, just barely eleven, she can tell, yet she doesn't know why she chose him, why when she sees him, she sees the colours.

They were supposed to see the colours together. Instead, she was the one who saw first.

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The colour she sees first is the colour of his eyes. Of the boy she singles out in the crowd, just barely eleven, she can tell, yet she doesn't know why she chose him, why when she sees him, she sees the colours.

His eyes are… they're this colour. This colour she's only heard of from her mother. But she doesn't know what it is, but it isn't black, it isn't white. It isn't grey like the trees. Or perhaps, they are and she doesn't know, because it's the first time she's seeing them. The colours.

But it starts with him.

"Mum," she breathes out, and her eyes are burning, she can hear her heart beating painfully fast, and nothing else. She's trying awfully hard not to cry, but it seems so impossible at the moment.

The boy doesn't see her, but she knows it's him.

"Yes, Ginny dear," she hears her mother say, but she knows her mum's not really listening to her.

"I can see them, Mum. I can see the colours."

Ginny doesn't think her mother hears her, but like a firework in the sky, her world suddenly explodes. She blinks once, twice, and when she opens her eyes the third time, she gasps, for she can see them.

She can see the colours.

His name is Harry, like the Harry she's heard stories of, and she's looking at him, taking all of him in, for he's here. He's finally here.

He wants to know how to get to Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

She can't bring herself to say.

Ginny doesn't know why she chose him, if it was his eyes, or because he was handsome - but because, for the first time in her life, Ginny finds herself silenced in his presence. The Ginny Weasley, the girl who had to be told to shut up a thousand times every day, had finally done so. And all because of him.

She wonders if he'd started seeing the colours too. Or maybe he just hadn't seen her yet.

She thinks it's a good time to step forward now. To make her seen.

"That red wall, dear? You need to walk right through it," her mother says. "Right in the middle."

"Um… I'm sorry ma'am," he gulps. "R-red? What wall?"

Ginny's heart sinks at that, but she still keeps on repeating to herself.

He just hadn't seen her yet.

Her mum frowns, and then as if realising something crucial to the story, like she had, she smiles. "You can't see the colours as well, can you, dearie? Our Ginny here too` can't see them."

I can see them now, Mum. I can see the colours.

Her mother pulls her in front, and Harry looks at her, grins, but there's no spark. No glint, no surprise, like she thought she'd see. She'd hoped she'd see. He doesn't see them.

He doesn't see the colours.

"Hello," he says, but she can't bring herself to say it back. She's too busy holding back tears.

His eyes don't seem so magical at the moment.

Why couldn't he see the colours too?

What did she do wrong?

"Can't you," she whispers, "can't you see them?"

"See what?"

"The colours."

He smiles ruefully, shrugs, as if it didn't matter to him. Ginny wants to scream at him, tell him it mattered to her, tell him she was seeing them, for the first time in her life, why wasn't he?

"Maybe I'm not meant to."

Her heart sinks, and she struggles not to cry, slowly slinking behind her mother's back.

After they all go home, her mum and her dad, and only her, she lies on her bed, late at night, and cries her eyes out.

…

The colours were simply hues of grey to lift her from her monochrome existence. Each one was like a subtle sea over the other, noticeable, but submissive to the stone underneath. She'd shown just a glimpse, just a fraction of her inner spirit, and he'd flocked to her like a lost child.

Except he wasn't the one lost. She was. He'd used that. He'd used her.

Once, he'd told her she was stupid. Stupid to be running after someone she couldn't reach.

Ginny agreed with him. She thought he was right.

"When are you going to stop clawing for something that's never going to happen?"

At least Tom had been right about something.

If she thinks about it, he'd been right about everything.

"When are you going to accept that you were the only one meant to?"

Sometimes, she doesn't know if it's his voice in her head or hers. If it's him speaking or her. She'd lost that ability months ago when she'd let him speak for her. When she'd let him be her.

She was never going to let anyone do that to her. Ever again.

And if that meant she'd have to let Harry go, then so be it. If she had to believe that that day, she'd been the only one with colours, then that would have to do.

"Soulmates don't exist, you silly girl."

She'd been stupid to believe they did.

…

Ginny moves on.

It takes time, but it's not just overnight you wake up and finally feel like yourself.

But fifth year, when she makes the Quidditch team, she feels this might be it.

Ginny knows she should have made it her second year. Not three years later. But second year, when her days had gone by with her mostly avoiding the looks of disgust she got in the corridors and the pity she didn't ask for from her professors, her brothers constantly looking over her every second of every day, tryouts had been a mere lingering thought in her mind. And if that hadn't been enough, the team hadn't been holding any that year.

In a way, her second year had been far worse than her first. In a way, it hadn't.

Ginny moves on though.

She moves on.

She can still see the colours. They haven't left yet. She doesn't think they ever will. It's the same with Harry. He's there, but he isn't. Not in the way she'd like him to be, but she figures, maybe it's just her screwed over. Maybe while putting two people together, they did her up wrong. She doesn't mind. Or maybe, she does.

Right now, she feels, the right word is indifferent.

That's why, when she kisses Dean, she does so, because she wants to. They're not soulmates, they could never be, but in all true sense, he's a good kisser, and she likes him.

And in all true sense, when he tells her he loves her, she's guilty because she knows she'll never really say it back. Even though he deserves to hear it. But she won't. She can't.

"Hey." Ginny turns around, grinning at Harry while he jogs over to her. "Sickle for your thoughts?" he says as he comes to a stop, and she tosses him his gloves, while she slipped on hers. All his years playing Quidditch had done him good, clearly, and once when, she had been the one taller than him, had turned into him standing well over a foot above her.

"Oh, you're going to need much more than a sickle," she teases, walking beside him to the castle grounds. She's early for practice, she nearly always is, and she suspects it's partly because she knows he'll be early too.

"I'm sure."

Ginny glances at him through the corner of her eye, wondering if he could see the colours now. It's been years since she'd asked him. She didn't want to now. Now, she never did.

"Lucky for you, I'm in the mood for some chit-chat," she continues, and he shoots her a mirthful glance, and Ginny wiggles her eyebrows.

"Lucky for me."

"Oh, you bet it is." She shoves him, and he laughs, his voice deeper than what it was before. It's more attractive too, she can't help but notice.

"I've a date with Dean today," she announces, beckoning him to set into a run. She easily keeps pace as they jog around the field, her, slightly tense as to his reply.

But he's silent. Ginny frowns. Her dates are usually a good conversation-starter for her brother, and Harry isn't much different from him. She'd expected him to at least balk, like the numerous times Ron had done.

"That usually requires a reply, you know?"

"Do you want to go?" Harry asks, surprising her, and she looks at him, appearing to be amused when she really wasn't.

If she had been in the mood to be truthful, she'd have said no. Ginny didn't want to go. Not with Dean Thomas.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

They're silent then. They're silent after. Ginny can't help the tugging feeling in her gut, that's pushing her to ask that one question, that single piece of information that she's been dying to know since… forever. But she won't, because it's been years since she'd chased something she couldn't reach and she wasn't going to do it again.

But in the end, she wins. Tom loses.

"Can you see them?" she asks finally. "The colours?"

It's like a flash, like a jolt. His expression changes, and he grins at her, his ridiculously handsome boyish grin, and she's almost dreading the answer because she knows what it's going to be. Because she knows this is where she finally learns she's not the one.

"I do," he says, and his grin widens. "I can see all of them."

She nods, smiling at him, when really, she feels crushed, defeated.

She chose him. Evidently, they didn't share the same equation.

"I do want to," she says finally, "go on that date with Dean."

Ginny turns away after, blinks back tears.

...

Ginny wasn't a Seeker.

She was a damn Chaser.

She didn't catch the Snitch.

She caught the Quaffle.

So, the fact that she currently had a bright, golden Quaffle, clasped in her fingers while she lay squat in the middle of the field was something that she should be positively yelling about.

And yet, she sits still, Snitch clasped in her fingers, for really, yelling is the last thing she wants to do now. All she can really do is look at it.

And all she can think is that if this was what it felt, catching the Snitch, holding it taught against her palm, its wings fluttering against her skin, then she finally understood why Harry did it. The thrill he felt. The thrill she feels now. She's felt it before when she beat out Cho for it, but this, this feels different. This feels more real somehow.

And then she hears yelling, and she's laughing, yelling along, as Peakes and Coote lifts her up in the air, as she raises her hand, showing her team the golden snitch.

This, this is where she belongs. Where she's meant to be.

Ginny jumps down, letting Peakes and Coote pull her into a hug, pulling Ron into one herself, and through all of it, every single smile, and every single laugh, part of her is just dying to see Harry. Part of her just wants to tell him that she caught the bloody Snitch.

So, when she sees him, at the bottom of the stairs of the boy's dormitory, she laughs, and sets into a run, and as she launches herself at him, he pulls her close by her waist, and kisses her. In front of fifty watching Gryffindors, he kisses her, his lips like a dream against hers, as she wraps her arms around him.

And after several long moments, when they do finally break apart, she's laughing, startled, of course, but she's laughing. She's happy.

Harry grins down at her, his green eyes like the tinted glass jars her mother kept at home (as if he was already part of her home), and gestures wordlessly at the door.

She's smiling, but when she nods, she allows him to guide her away.

…

"I see the colours," he tells her as the Common Room door closes behind them.

She smiles, walking along beside him, letting the walls guide them to the grounds.

"When did you see them?"

"I don't know. One day, I just did."

She smiles harder, not knowing if she could ever quite stop. Harry's looking at her, as if he's waiting for her to say something, but she doesn't. So he goes on.

"I think… i-it was while I was at the Burrow," he says, "or, I don't know, but I saw you, and then I saw your eyes. I saw brown, this warm chocolate brown and then it sort of, just —"

" - exploded," she said for him.

"Yeah."

He asks her now, for it's his turn. "When did you see them?"

Ginny smiles ruefully, glancing away at that. She isn't so sure if she should reveal it, for revealing that would mean sharing something that had haunted her for as long as she could remember. It was the first time she had felt unwanted, like an extra piece in a puzzle.

For her, finding her soulmate had always meant that one thing in one's life that would make them feel as if they'd found their other someone. It was what her mother had told her when she was young, it was what her mum had felt when she'd met Dad.

But at that time, hers had been anything but.

"I… uh, same," she stammers. "It happened out of nowhere."

"No, it didn't," Harry shoots her a mirthful glance. And then, like clockwork, his smile turns into a frown. "It… wasn't at the train station that day, was it?" he asks. "The day we first met?"

Ginny offers him a weak smile, and she supposes it's answer enough, as he breathes in sharply, eyes holding horror, surprise, she couldn't say.

"All this time?"

She shrugs, looking away. "It wasn't up to me," she says, her eyes prickling with tears. "I saw you," she laughs it off, for it's what she's always done, "and then my whole world turned upside down."

"You never said anything."

"How could I? I saw the colours, but you never did."

Harry stops her, grabs hold of her hand, and holds it tight, his hand warm against her cold ones, and she laughs, because kissing him might have felt like a dream, but being with him, here, with her hand locked in his, was hers.

"I'd have tried," he says, "I'd have done anything," and his eyes hold fire she's rarely seen, but that fire, it doesn't burn. It never has.

"We were eleven, Harry," she smiles, slipping her fingers through his. "I didn't even know what love was when I met you. I still don't."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"I still am."

Ginny laughs, and she bends forward, kissing him like he'd kissed her before, and it's a kiss where she feels stirring in her chest, warm and curious, like she had felt back in the common room. It's a kiss that makes her want another.

"I like the way your hand fits in mine," he whispers against her lips, and she smiles, before he kisses her again.

…

A year and a half later, when she kisses him again, it's among dust and grey. It's among pain and anguish. It's when they're trying hard not to cry, it's when they're trying their best to stay together.

"Are you hurt?" he says urgently, between kisses. "Gin, are you hurt?"

"No, Harry, it's okay, I'm fine."

He breathes out in relief, his lips getting tenser as they stay against hers, until Ginny has to pull away, make him look into her eyes.

"It's over, okay?" she says, holding his face gently, her thumb running over the bruises along his jaw. "It's over."

He looks at her then, and his face crumbles, and Ginny has to breathe in, in sharp gasps as his tears break loose, but hers don't. They slide down against the broken remnants of a wall, and she's hiding her face in his shoulder, as he cries into her lap.

"I'm sorry," he says, over and over again, and Ginny feels her heart breaking, everytime he says so. "This isn't what I wanted," he sobs, "I never wanted them to die."

"This isn't your fault," she whispers, but at this point, she can barely say anything without her voice breaking.

"I'm so sorry," he says again, and Ginny wipes away her tears furiously against his shirt, pulling him up by her hands.

"Hey," she says, "hey, hey." Ginny lifts his face, wiping away his tears as hers break loose. "You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me, Harry? This is not your fault."

Her voice cracks, and his face falls, and this time, it's him that pulls her in for a hug, as she rests her face against his chest, lets his shirt soak in her tears, while she feels his own against her head.

A year and a half later, when she kisses him again, among the dust and the grey, she knows it just might be for forever.

...

The life she has, it's the life she chose.

The boy she singled out in the crowd, just eleven years old - she picked him out, not because he was famous, but because he had, in the short span of an infinitely long ten seconds, taught her the art of shutting up. That he had, in the course of her life, made her feel like fireworks and danger.

Ginny marries him, builds a family with him, even though she knows it's a risk, but Harry's well worth the risk.

So, one night, a couple of years later, as Harry sits beside her on the couch, her head resting against her shoulder, while he half-pretends to read something about work, when really, he's doing that weird thing and looking at her, Ginny looks up at him and can't help but ask: why did you suddenly fall in love with me?

And it is a moment of quiet, a moment where really his answer is all she's waiting for, among the crackling fire in front of them, the sweet smell of bacon lingering in their kitchen, the steady beat of his heart against his chest, and them, as Harry drops a kiss into her hair.

"It's because when I saw you, I saw the colours. I saw all of them."

...