anonymous asked:

About your midsommer au, could it be that centaur otabek had trouble walking as a child and Yuri tried to help him? It's just that when he's a child you always draw him sitting (except for the one where Yuri tries to lift him up, which I love) I just thought it was an interesting idea and kind of cute to think of Yuri helping his friend ❤



Jamie knocked on her door early.  She was still in her robe, and a bit defensive. The bruise on her jaw long since faded since the last time he’d interviewed her. The house behind her, tidier.  Cleaner.  Key pieces of furniture missing, like the man’s recliner.  

“I’ve told you everything I know,” she stated.  

Jamie smiled.  “I understand, Ma’am, but perhaps ye could tell me one thing? Where did ye both eat before yer husband passed?”

“Where did we eat? That was months ago now.”  The woman thought for a moment.  “I don’t remember the name of the place.  It had a weird name.”

“Can ye remember where it was, exactly?”  Come on, Jamie thought.  Give me one thing so I can follow through on Claire’s information. 

“Around Covent Garden station.  Best I can do, Detective.  It’s just a little hole in the wall, you know?  Lots of shops, all with a central yard.”

Jamie thanked the woman, and left.  Covent Garden was a start.  When he talked to the girlfriend of the second victim he noticed the same defensive position.  And the same healing of bruises.  She’d narrowed it down further. He took out his phone to dial Claire and realized he didn’t have her number.  

He’d just have to pop round her place. 

They came up out of the tube station, and looked around.  

“Where the bloody hell do we start?”  Claire could never be a detective. She liked the orderliness of her morgue. Nowhere to hide in there. Plus, she knew where to start with a body.  “I mean. This place could be anywhere!”

“Up Long Acre to Neal’s Yard.  It’s somewhere up there.”  

They walked up the busy street.  No words exchanged between them.  

Anxiety gripped her.  She never knew what her reaction was going to be.  And they were never under her control.  

She scanned the shops hoping to catch a glimpse of it before it was upon her, so she could prepare.  The streets were cobbled, the buildings red brick, some with colourful fronts.  In any other circumstances she would enjoy poking around this area of London.  

Jamie sensed Claire’s nerves.  She jumped at every car horn, every rumble of a lorry.  When they turned off the main street and started down narrow cobble alleys she became more tense.  It was almost as if she thought the place they sought was alive to jump out at her.  

He resisted the urge to take her hand, or place an arm around her in comfort. He might do more damage.  He couldn’t imagine living like that, where your thoughts could assault you at any moment. Where a touch could render you helpless.  He felt a compassion for Claire that he hadn’t properly felt for anyone before.  As a police officer attachments were forbidden. You couldn’t be rational in a situation if you were invested in it.  Your gut always reacted before your brain.  So he set his pace to hers, and tried to stay in tune with her, without really looking at her.

Neal’s Yard was absolutely adorable. Colourful awnings.  Red, white and blue flags.  Brightly coloured cafes. She almost started to smile, then felt Jamie’s nudge.  She looked to where he pointed, felt a small swoon. He put out his arms to steady her without touching her, almost as if he were waiting for her to fall into them.  He was considerate.  Respectful.  And she liked that. 

Claire nodded, took a deep breath, and walked forward.  She paused, scanned the store front.  Noted everything.  She opened the door to the tiny bistro.   Immediately she staggered backwards in recoil, right into Jamie’s chest.

A cobalt blue floor.

Jamie didn’t dare use his hands.  As far as he could tell, that’s what triggered her visions.  Instead, he stepped up to Claire, placing his chest against her back like a wall.  Her head fit just under his chin.  

Dammit.  It would have to fit perfectly.  

He grabbed the door, opening it a bit wider.  “Ye can do this,” he whispered. “I’m right here.”

Claire nodded again.  They walked through the door.  It was exactly as she pictured it.  He had her sit at a small table while he perused the array of fresh lettuces and vegetables in the glass cases.  

“Can I help ye?”  

The voice was Scottish.  Highland, like his.  Her hair was a brighter red than his, and the eyes as green as the awning outside.  He smiled, and turned on the charm.

“Aye, ye can.”  He watched her eyes widen, and a smile cross her face.

“Where are ye from?” she asked, delighted.  

“Broch Morda.  Ye’d never find it, even with a map.  You?”

“Near Inverness.  What brought ye to London?”  She seemed friendly.  If he warmed her up maybe she’d talk.  

“Did ye no’ hear me say I’m from Broch Morda?  There’s maybe 20 folk live there.”  He yawned in exaggeration, and she laughed.  

“Weel, welcome to my little restaurant.  Are ye alone?”  She cocked her head to the side, waiting for his answer.

“No.  With my girl, over there.”  He gestured vaguely to Claire. “We’ve never been here so how do we go about ordering then?”

She smiled politely.  She quit flirting, but was still friendly.  She explained each and every possible combination of food.  Jamie nodded along then excused himself to talk to Claire.  

He managed to fold himself into the little white chair across from her.  “Ye okay, Claire?”

“Don’t speak to me like that!” Claire shouted.  

Jamie reared back.  What the hell?  He was about to speak when he caught Claire’s look.  Begging him to play along.  He realized her game.  God, she was so clever.  He stage whispered to her low and furious.  “Keep yer voice down.”

“No!  Why? Are you afraid these people will realize how you treat me? Hmm?”  

Jamie grabbed her wrist, and Claire twisted it, but didn’t try to break free. She leaned forward and whispered back, “Go up and order take away.  Doesn’t matter what just make sure you get a sample of everything. And salad dressings.  No drinks.  Be charming.”

He did as he was told.  The redhead was like ice now.  She put together the order.  Bagged it.  Took his money.  

He walked towards the door.  “Claire, come,” he said, as if calling a dog.  Claire stood and dragged her feet, head hung low.

“Grab my arm,” she whispered when they cleared the doorway.  So he did. They walked to the end of the yard, and turned the corner.  

“Keep it up,” she said, and they walked until they had to turn down the next little alley.

At the last minute, Claire turned, and looked back up the street.  

There she was.  

Watching.  Spying.  Until Claire left her field of vision.

“Co-ni-um.  Mac.  Mac-u…”  Jamie struggled with the Latin.

“Conium Maculatum.  Common name, Hemlock.  But that’s only in one of the salad dressings.”  

Heads bent together in the dimness of the morgue.  Dark and red curls swirled together as they poured over the toxicology report.  

Claire turned her head and found herself millimeters from the ocean depths of his eyes. His arm around the back of her chair.  His thigh butted up to hers. She pulled back.  “That would be what the first victim consumed. The second death was different. Poison, for sure, but that caused heart failure, which is the result of a different type of plant.”  

“Hemlock!”  Jamie was genuinely surprised.  “Holy shit.  I thought that was just the kind of stuff ye see in movies.”

Claire got up, and went over to one of the shelves by her desk.  She struggled with a large volume, and dropped it with great noise in front of Jamie.  

“What’s this?”  He eyed the tome speculatively.

“Just a hobby of mine.  Botany.  Medicinal botany, to be exact.”  Claire flipped to the section she wanted.  She showed it to Jamie.  “There’s quite a few that could case heart failure.  There has to be something else.”

She flipped a few pages in.  “Convallaria majalis would cause the same symptoms that the second man died of. ”


Claire laughed.  “Lily of the Valley.”

She felt excitement shimmy through her veins.  “I need to go back.”

Jamie was shaking his head before she finished speaking.  “Yer not a police officer.  Yer not trained for this.  I’ll find someone else.”  

“I can do it, Jamie.  I’ll just say that it wasn’t enough.  That you didn’t use enough.  That I need something stronger.”  She was warming to her idea. “You certainly can’t,” Claire reasoned.  “She would expect you to be dead.  At the very least she’ll be looking for your obituary.  I’m the one who needs to go back.”  Claire insisted.  “I need to go back and get another sample.”  

“You let a Medical Examiner go undercover with you?  What in hell were you thinking?”  

Chief Inspector John Grey was not impressed.  James Fraser was one of his best detectives, but he’d never been this unprofessional before.

“I was thinkin’ how to get in her pants, if I’m honest.”  Jamie shrugged.  “I mean, John, have ye seen her?  She’s -”

“Not my type,”  John interrupted.  He watched James smile at that.  

“I wanted to see her, so I used the opportunity to check out this place based on what the victims’ wife and girlfriend described.”   Jamie shrugged. “And now we need more samples. I canna go back, obviously.  So, she said she would.”

Chief Inspector Grey sat for a moment.  He thought through every possible scenario as if it were a chess game.  Every move, every mistake imaginable.  He had to admit, this was a good idea.  If they waited to build a portfolio for two other officers to go undercover, it would take weeks, risking the possibility of another death in the meantime.  

“Fine.  But I want to speak to her first,” John said.  And had to turn away from James’ brilliant smile.

When amber eyes met green, Claire almost bolted.  


It took everything she had to fight the wave the rolled through her brain and threatened to knock her off her feet.  This woman was a killer.  While her intentions were good, her methods were not.  Claire saw the flowers in the containers, and window boxes out front.  Every one of them poisonous. Poisonous vines.  The poisonous seeds of the flowers.  The poison of the leaves.  

In this quiet corner of London, Death was everywhere.

Claire knew Death well.  Personally.  Professionally.  

Green eyes flicked past her as she hesitated in the doorway.  She was looking for Jamie, Claire realized.  John said to face this head on.  Not to mince words or stay longer than she needed to.  He said to let innuendo take over, to say nothing that might be entrapment.  She approached the counter and said quietly, “I need a take out.”  

The green eyes roamed over her, probably looking for bruises.  Claire discretely moved her hair to cover her neck, and fussed with the scarf around her neck.  

She looked at Claire.  Nodded.  

She put the greens together silently, added proteins and extras.  “Does he like lemon?”

Claire shrugged.  She had to be careful.

The woman seemed to consider for a moment, then bent to her work choosing a squeeze bottle from behind the counter.  

Claire thought for a moment.  “Is that your name on the front?  How do you pronounce it?”

The green eyes flashed a suspicious look, then her brow cleared.  “Geillis.  And you?”

“Claire,” she responded.  She was nervous.  She could feel her smile tremble.  

The woman’s look softened as she snapped the lid on the take away.  Claire dug in her bag for her wallet.  Cash.  Jamie said cash only.  Her hands shook.

The red head placed the container in a bag and handed it over.  

“How much?”  Claire had to clear the lump in her throat.

“On the house,” Geillis said.  “Good luck.”

Oh god….I found old art of my old AU fliptale. I am slightly cringing at how cheesy I was lmfao. And then I’m also slightly wanting to redesign the au and draw some art of it but I haven’t a clue if anyone would be interested in that at all. (This art was done in mspaint at an old job I had lol to explain the massive difference from my art now)

10 Years Masterlist

Relationship: Stiles x Reader

Summary: 10 year reunions are meant to meet up with people you haven’t seen since high school; unfortunately for you, it was the chance to see the boy whose heart you broke.

The Beginning

The Reunion I

The Reunion II

The Reunion III

The Surprise

The Aftermath

The End (coming 23/06/2017)

Independent Catractor

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Adrien was jolted out of his slumber by a clattering bang.  He’d launched himself out of bed before he’d fully come awake.  There was either an akuma nearby, or his dingy little apartment was being broken into.  Plagg was still tightly curled in a ball on his pillow, so he was inclined to believe it was a break in.  Lowering to a crouch, he pulled out the sawed off closet bar he’d made for this sort of thing.  Everyone had been concerned about him moving out.  He’d get mugged.  He’d get kidnapped.  He would definitely get robbed.  But since he’d quit modeling and grown out his hair a bit, no one recognized him.

Calling on his cat-like nature, which had been greatly enhanced by his being chosen to wield the power of the black cat miraculous, he crept down the hallway, his bare feet making no noise as they moved over the peeling linoleum.  The efficiency was tiny.  It was his first apartment, and probably below what he could really afford, but it suited him in many ways.  No one would look for Gabriel Agreste’s wayward son in this rathole.  He also wasn’t sure when he’d be able to work again, and living off his savings and trust fund would only take him so far.  Aiming low early made it more likely he’d be able to explore and find what he really wanted to do.

He’d gotten past the bathroom and was nearly in sight of the kitchen when there was another heart-stopping clang, followed by the low muttering of a feminine voice.  "Goddamn pithy hinges.“

Adrien peeked into the kitchen to find a slight Asian woman crouched over a spilled toolbox.  Her blue-black hair was braided and coiled into a tight bun on the top of her head.  She wore a pair of loose tan bib overalls and a black t-shirt.  It had nearly been a year, but he was still new to living on his own.  Still, it had been his experience that burglars didn’t carry more than a few lightweight tools.

"Excuse me?” he said quietly.

“Eee-ahhhhh!” she shrieked, leaping to her feet and spinning to face him.  Unfortunately, this also caused her to kick over the toolbox, spilling it further.  She winced and hopped awkwardly on one foot while still managing to keep her hands up and out, a wrench waving wildly in one of them.

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TMNT Bodyguard!AU

The Hamato family runs a dojo/security service, a very well known one at that. Often used my politicians and celebrities, the family runs a tight ship of well trained, cool-as-steel ninjas.
Started by Master Splinter (who is now mostly retired), the four brothers each run a different part of the operation as well as choosing and training their own students.

Leonardo is in control. He decideds what jobs they take and when they do so. His ninjas are precise, calm and collected. He is a force to be reckoned with.
He isn’t very fond of most of the people they protect but it doesn’t matter, this is his job.
His duty.
But this all changes when they are hired to protect a senator’s daughter. For the first time, Leo finds his cool demeanor failing as he falls for her. She’s witty, intelligent, and she challenges him like no one ever has.
He’s taken by her.
Can duty and love coexist?

Raphael is unbeatable. His ninjas are the best of the best, the strongest you’ve ever faced (if you’re dumb enough to do so). All he cares about is becoming even stronger, a ninja like no other.
Then his brother sends him to protect the daughter of a well known actor after several failed kidnapping attempts.
It’s just another job. Until the turtle begins to fall for the sassy, strong girl who doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her.
He knows it’s against the rules. But Raphael has never cared much for rules anyway…

Donatello is lost. His security is top notch, rivaling the most ingenious minds today. But his family has no interest in his inventions, they need to do things “traditionally”.
So he’s not to upset when he’s sent off to protect the daughter of a brilliant scientist, who has recently gone missing. But he’s surprised to find that she is beautiful and brilliant in her own way and, for the first time, someone is interested in his work.
Could Donnie finally find his own path? And maybe love as well?

Michelangelo is ready.
His ninjas are well trained, he knows he can compete with his older brothers. Now if only they would take him seriously.
Leo gives him a chance to prove himself and take his place in the dojo, if he can complete this one mission on his own: guard the wedding of the century and keep an eye on the billionaires daughter. But it’s harder then it looks. She’s sweet and smart and actually takes him seriously.
It probably isn’t the best idea to fall in love on his first mission…but Mikey can’t help himself.

i’m a huge sucker for situation-swapped zimbits
  • like, ok, jack zimmermann, son of world-famous figure skater Alicia Zimmermann, is an up-and-coming pro figure skater who misses out on the 2010 (2014? timing is weird in this au) olympics because of his overdose OR overdoses bc he doesn’t make it past the canadian preliminaries 
  • he ends up deciding to go to his father’s alma mater, samwell, and manages to walk onto their hockey team, since they don’t have collegiate figure skating. 
  • he’s stunned to meet their captain, a 5′6″, 125-pound kid from some backwater town down south. jack hasn’t played hockey since he was a teenager, but even he knows D1 players aren’t supposed to look like Bittle
  • and then he finds out about bittle’s issues with checking and he almost walks off the team
  • (even when he’s dedicated his life to another sport, 110% jack zimmermann does NOT want to be part of a team that coddles weak links like bittle – he’s the captain for fuck’s sake!)
  • so in this au jack’s an old-ass freshman and bitty’s already a junior – which, surprisingly, makes them closer in age than in canon, i haven’t actually thought this all out
  • and blah blah blah jack, who’s been in a singles sport for so long, learns what it means to be part of a team and realizes bitty’s captain, not because he’s the best player, but because the boys all look up to him and respect his judgement. 
  • i really just want this au to have a tiny-ass rough-n-tumble bitty who’s been playing hockey for a hell of a lot longer than in canon and has dealt with being the effeminate boy in the locker room since middle school or even earlier 
  • (and if he’s been playing that long – hello can you say NHL bitty??)
  • and jack probably gets back on his feet and makes it to sochi or pyeongchang (depending on the timing of this au) through the power of GAY LOVE AND TEAMWORK or something 
  • thank u for ur time and consideration