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Imagine Flynn when he found out that the twins wanted Rapunzel, rather than the crown. How had they found out about her hair without even meeting her, when he hadn’t even known until after he hurt himself? Imagine the fear of what they might do to her, if they ever got their hands on her, and the sudden bravery that must have been coursing through his veins, to do anything to protect that girl who, somehow, made him want to give up his dreams to be with her. And imagine that fear returning when he realized that there might be nothing he could do to protect her.
Imagine how Rapunzel must have felt, seeing the twins walk towards her. The fear that Flynn had left her alone, and how her plan had gone wrong. She had trusted someone who had told her not to, and she had almost lost her life, but she still put her complete trust in him. Perhaps her mother had been right, and he had only been using her for the crown, but she thought she had felt something on the boat during the lanterns, and that he had felt that something as well. And apparently, she had been wrong, and now she was abandoned.
Imagine then the mingled relief, that her mother had stayed, and saved her life from the twins, and that she was safe, but at the cost of what? She had lost her mother’s trust, as well as the feeling of safety that she had gotten from Flynn, although it seemed unlikely that she would ever meet anyone ever again, since her mother had been right about the world.
Imagine being Flynn when he suddenly woke up at the palace, suddenly being under arrest, and not knowing how he had gotten there. The confusion of how he had gone from fighting the twins to being here, and then the realization that he had failed Rapunzel. Imagine the jolt of fear that she would be tortured and used for money, and that there was nothing that he could do to stop it.
Imagine then the anger, before the feeling of panic, when he saw the twins in their cell. The twins that had tried to hurt Rapunzel, and the panic that either they had hurt her, which was why they were here, or the panic that if they didn’t have her, then who did? Then add another level of panic when he realized that Rapunzel had always been in trouble, but now she was in more danger than ever.
Imagine the shock and anger when she saw the flowers all over her room, and when she could see all her memories of her true parents sinking in. Imagine the anger she must have felt towards her “mother”, after being held captive for 18 years, and lied to about the outside world. And then the realization that there was no where that she could go, and that she was trapped with that woman until she left, which now that Rapunzel know the truth, would never happen.
Imagine the fear when Rapunzel and Flynn see each other. Rapunzel’s fear that Flynn would die, and Flynn’s fear that if she helped him, she would die. So only after doing what he needed to do, which was saving her life and ending her isolation from the world, could he tell her that she was his new dream, and then die, knowing she was safe. Imagine her sadness, and distress, knowing that she would never be able to save him, and bring him back to life. Imagine how she must have felt knowing she wouldn’t get her happy ending.
And then imagine them getting their happy ending after all.
Julie, I tried to get them on a plane together, but I … well, technically I got them on the plane. Technically. I had to stop there on account of falling asleep at my laptop, but hey, maybe you can have more tomorrow, when it’s no longer timely.
“What is that about?”
Derek looks up from the book in his hand. A man with a beat-up messenger bag slung over one shoulder is standing just to his right, heat tilted, squinting at the book.
“You’ve been reading the back cover for five minutes,” the man says, grinning. “It must be riveting. I might need a copy, too.”
“You can have this one,” Derek says, handing him the book. The man flips it over to look at the front cover, his face scrunching up with comical disbelief. Shit, what book did Derek just give him? He didn’t read a word on that cover, he has no idea what the book is about.
The man holds up the book so Derek can see. An impossibly muscled man with Fabio hair is clutching a swooning redhead. Behind them, a badly drawn wolf is howling at a lopsided moon.
Derek hates everything.
“Paranormal romance?” The man’s grin widens. “What was so fascinating on the back?” Derek opens his mouth to tell the man to buy it or go away (or buy it and go away), but the man holds up a hand, cutting him off. “Forbidden love … battle-scarred warrior … mysterious lady of the forest … dude, I think she’s the werewolf, that’s different.”
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, then,” Derek says as judgmentally as possible, grabbing a bag of trail mix off the wall and walking away.
“It’s a trilogy,” says the man from the magazine stand, dropping down onto the chair across from Derek. “I bought all three.”
Derek glares at his iPad, refusing to look up. If he doesn’t acknowledge the guy, maybe he’ll go away.
“I could ask myself, what are the odds we’d be on the same flight, but the odds are probably pretty good,” the man says, loudly crinkling a wrapper. “It’s a small airport.”
“Not that small,” Derek says, casting a pointed look at all the empty chairs around them. There’s no reason the guy needs to sit so close to him. Isn’t there unspoken airport etiquette about this? Why won’t he just leave Derek the hell alone?
“This is my first time flying out of this airport, so I could be overlooking a concourse or two, but I’m pretty sure this is small by most standards,” the man says, either missing the point or choosing to ignore it. “It doesn’t even have a Starbucks, that’s how small it is.”
“I’m busy,” Derek says.
“Yeah, me too. I have important things to read.” The man holds up the book from the magazine stand. He actually bought it? Derek thought that was a joke. “If it turns out to be any good, maybe I’ll let you borrow it.”
Derek is beginning to suspect the guy bought that book just to fuck with him.
At least Derek will be rid of him once they board the plane.
A paperback book lands on the aisle seat next to Derek, startling him. The painfully inaccurate wolf stares at him from the cover, mocking him with its eyes.
“No,” Derek says, staring at the book.
“Yes,” says the bane of Derek’s existence, struggling to fit his suitcase into the overhead bin. His shirt rides up, revealing pale skin and a dark trail of hair. Derek isn’t the only one watching him shove at his suitcase; the woman in B4 is blatantly staring at his ass. “Think you can put up with me for two hours?”
“That depends,” Derek says, digging his fingers into his eyes. “Are you going to talk the entire time?”
“Only if provoked,” the man says. The aisle seat creaks. For a second their arms brush, shoulders knocking together, and then the man eases out of Derek’s space, settling into his seat. “Lucky for you, I have this amazing book I’m reading.” He brandishes the book, tapping the cover. “Someone recommended it to me at the magazine stand. I hear it’s riveting.”
Authors: bluecloudsupabove & alianne
Genre: future!fic, romance, fluff
Word count: 2600
Notes: alianne and I wrote this together for this week’s Klaine AU Friday prompt, which was “tattoo!Klaine”. It’s the first time we write something together and it was a lot of fun! We hope you’ll enjoy <3
Summary: Kurt likes to wear his love for Blaine on his skin. When he suggests something permanent, Blaine agrees.
Blaine has been in New York for about a month when they finally find the time to go sightseeing together. Not the touristy stuff, because he’s done that with his parents when he was thirteen. This time, what Blaine wants to see are all the things that have been important to Kurt during his first year here. And Kurt is only too happy to oblige. He can never say no to Blaine. Besides. It’s all kind of romantic.
The Perfect Melody 2: "Remember Me" | rozdział 2: "daj mi gwiazdę, po którą będę mógł sięgnąć"
Od autorki: Macie już ten rozdział, bo gdybym przetrzymała go dłużej to gówno by z niego było. Jest najgorszy jaki do tej pory napisałam, w ogóle spieprzyłam każdy możliwy opis jaki tu jest, ale nie mogę zaprzeczyć, że jest… hm, “przełomowy”, bo dowiecie się o nowym asystencie. Liczę na wasze opinie (i tak się nie doczekam) i życzę miłego czytania.
To Q or Not to Q
Sherlock is a bored, de-powered Q harassed by Mycroft and exiled on Captain Watson’s ship.
When I went searching for Treklock I certainly didn’t expect to find this gem! I am blown away by this story’s attention to detail and creativity. Be aware though that this is not the world of JJ Abrams’ Star Trek, this is a fusion with Next Generation. Don’t let that stop you though! My mom’s only fandom is Star Trek and Next Generation has always been apart of my life. That doesn’t mean I know jack shit about it! So you definitely don’t need to be a hardcore fan of Next Generation to understand what’s going on, and if you get a bit lost check the wiki!
I love Mycroft and Sherlock’s relationship, making them Q was a perfect decision. If you don’t know what the Q Continuum is you can read up on it here, but Mycroft quickly explains what that means. The mind games that Mycroft would play definitely fit into the world of Sherlock. He doesn’t understand Sherlock’s decisions and wants to control him, he can’t understand the sentiment behind Sherlock’s actions. I know we see the Holmes brothers as Vulcan a lot but I’m telling you, there is nothing more perfect than them being Q.
John and the rest of the USS Baskerville Crew were very well done as well. They stayed true to their characters while allowing for changes within this new universe. I really love John as Captain, he knows what it means to be a Captain, to be responsible for his entire crew. He can handle it. The build up of John and Sherlock’s relationship was also a treat. It wasn’t destiny, it wasn’t instant love, but a build up of trust and companionship. It’s also not a romantic love, which I appreciated, more of an intense bond. Much like another Captain and Vulcan we know.
I’m just really impressed with this story’s ability to merge the two worlds together in a way that’s believable and interesting. Nothing seemed out of place for either world and it was rich with canon and fandom references to both (loved the little bit about Anderson and the Jem’Hadar). The writing was also strong, allowing you to feel the emotion and suspense in scenes but never becoming cluttered.
One last thing to praise this story on, after seeing STID with my mother she talked a lot about Star Trek and the main themes within the series, which I think this fic did an amazing job at. The entire meaning of Star Trek is about seeing the bigger picture. Mycroft thinks he sees it, but it’s Sherlock who brings it into focus. I don’t want to spoil it, but it’s a touching scene and something that I’ll remember. This is a great story, I might just send it to my mother!
Word Count: 19,560
Kidnapped! Favorite CharacterXReader
I really hope this doesn’t suck, there are so many possibilities with favorite characters so it’s a bit hard to form a solid personality for them.
Prompt: Everyone returns from Neverland. Cue Nealfire, his dysfunctional extended family, and a sizeable chunk of Storybrooke being traumatized by finding Rum and Belle having a very steamy and public reunion.
”Papa? Mulan wanted to meet- Whoa!”
Half of Storybrooke thunders into Mr Gold’s shop behind Rumplestiltskin’s son, heedless of Baelfire’s attempts to stop the people in their tracks.
Belle, naked from the waist up, drops out of sight behind the wooden counter she’d been perched on, her back facing the newcomers, and Rumplestiltskin, mussed and lipstick-marked, stands with his palms pressed flat against the counter-top, his shirt gaping.
“Haven’t been back an hour yet, and you’re all already up to your old tricks,” he tells the gathered crowd, resigned and breathless. “You work fast.”
Someone, sounding very much like Emma, pipes up from the back. “So do you!”
Belle laughs from behind the counter.
TITLE: Of Gallifrey
FANDOM: Doctor Who
WORD COUNT: 828
SUMMARY: The minute details of her life, her Gallifreyan life, all her other lives, are just out of reach no matter what, but she remembers broader brush strokes, feelings and larger details.
NOTES: Spoilers for The Name of the Doctor. I’m running on the assumption here that Clara at least retains some knowledge of her echo lives, because she seemed to remember all the Doctor’s incarnations (“I never saw that one. I saw all of you.”). You can blame Desiree for this one too I had a little headcanon and she made me fic it.
[Fic] The Point of Desperation
I know this took a lot longer than anon probably hoped for, but it’s here now. The other prompts (and there are a lot) will get filled eventually as I get inspired/have time. For my own sanity, please don’t send me the same prompt multiple times if I don’t answer it immediately. It’s not a matter of me not getting it or not wanting to fill it, I just need time.
The entire trip had been one giant accident from the beginning. For starters, Blaine wasn’t even supposed to be with his father until the following weekend, but due to some miscommunication about when his spring break was that year he’d ended up on Tony Stark’s doorstep hours before he had to leave for Afghanistan, while Blaine was expecting a trip to France with his dad. Pepper had been able to push back all of Tony’s appointments and rearrange their reservations for that week instead of the following, but Tony had a weapons demonstration he couldn’t get out of and he owed it to Rhody to show up — even if it was a few hours later than planned.
Fanfic intro: bullshit and loveProfessorfangirl
I finally got the audio of this talk on fanfic cleaned up enough to hear; here are the introduction and conclusion, a tiny bit of manifesto on fanfic and fandom. Also an experiment in how many times I can say “bullshit” in class.
If you listen to the whole talk, please keep in mind that:
This was not a formal lecture, but an impromptu thing for my partner’s class on science fiction film. (He was putting things on screen over my head that I couldn’t see; you’ll hear me refer to those from time to time. For instance, the first moment is me reacting to that pic of cosplayers isaisanisa and caffeinatedqueer, above.)
I was working without notes or an outline, because as I said it was just a informal talk.
They were supposed to have read the essay “Normal Female Interest in Men Bonking,” but many of them hadn’t.
I was coming out as a slash writer in front of fifty people and I was nervous.
This meant that at points I glossed over things roughly and got details wrong. The ones that stick out: the origin of slashfic (I was taken aback to be asked what slash was); an anecdote about anarmydoctor and Martin Freeman (Warren asked about it out of the blue, and I don’t think I got the details right); a quick definition of “cisgendered” that’s not very precise; and a side note about men in fandom that implied “all men” instead of “het men.” (There were three defensive het men in there that had me on my guard a bit, and you may be able to hear that at points.)
That said, I’m open to corrections and suggestions in case I get to do a more formal version of this in the future.
Okay, so. There you go. Eeeeek.
“An Introduction to Fanfiction” at Mediafire.
If You Can't Take the Heat
TITLE: If You Can’t Take the Heat
FANDOM: Doctor Who
WORD COUNT: 610
SUMMARY: In which the Doctor is feeling cuddly and Clara is having none of it.
NOTES: welcome to Megan’s wonderful world of Whouffle withdrawl i will be your tour guide and by tour guide i mean someone who writes really dumb drabbles and cries a lot for the next six months i apologize in advance for what i am about to become