#tiny fanfic

So, I rewatched BP2 for the first time since I saw it in theaters last night and had a series of realizations. This one, however, I need to share. 🤣 You guys remember the scene where Shuri gives RiRi back her car and says that it took days to fish it out of the river?

I think she lied and made Namor get the parts for her before giving him the eternal cold shoulder. 

And the scene kinda played out in my head like this:

As Wakandan aircrafts came in to escort the people of Wakanda back home from the sinking sea leopard, Namor and Shuri worked diligently to help and put their people at ease. It was clear that the people of Talokan wanted to kill all of the Wakandan’s, but they wouldn’t dare disobey K’uk’ulkan. Despite the tension between the two worlds, they all worked together to clean up their mess.

Attuma and Namora worked with Okoye and Aneka to coordinate plans on how they would get the sinking ship back to Wakanda. Any falling bodies and vibranium weapons that had slipped into the sea would have to be collected and taken back or hidden in Talokan as well. They couldn’t afford to leave an ounce of vibranium behind to be discovered by a greedy nation.

Namora found the entire affair irritating, but Attuma seemed eager to be around the former General. Standing closer than he probably should and happily accepting any glares Okoye tossed his way.

After helping a few of the wounded become stable, Shuri approached the god king.

“Namor.”

His gaze lifted to meet hers before he excused himself from his discussion with a few of his warriors. “Shuri.”

“Thanks for all the help with this.”

He shook his head. “No need. We both played a part in this.”

“No. I wanted a peaceful solution.” Her eyes stung. “And you killed my mother.”

“Because she killed my people and stole you and the scientist away.”

“We could have talked about this. In what world would spilling more blood solve anything.”

“You tell me.”

“You robbed me of the only relative I had left after I told you about all of my losses.” Her eyes grew wet. “You burned down my world, so it was only fair that I returned the favor.” K’uk’ulkan watched her turn away while cursing under her breath softly as a few tears began to fall. “Nevermind. I don’t know why I even approached you.”

He moved around her and stopped her retreat. “Why did you approach me?”

She wiped her tears away. “You won’t help.”

He frowned. “I will help you do anything you wish.”

“Anything?”

“Yes.” His eyes were soft. “It is the least I can do. Besides, helping you will legitimize our treaty.”

Shuri met his gaze. “I want to give my friend a parting gift, but the parts I need to finish her gift are at the bottom of the river you had your people attack us on in Boston.”

“Your friend?”

“The scientist you tried to kill.”

His eyes darkened. “Shuri I am not-”

“-Eh?” She approached him, invading his space with hell in her eyes. “You said you would help me with anything.” She tapped a clawed finger against his chest. “And you will.”

His eyes matched her anger as he grabbed her wrist. “You will owe me.”

“You are in no position to ask me for anything.” She snatched her wrist away.

Everyone fell silent and turned to watch their rulers glare each other down.

“Do not take my kindness for granted, Shuri.”

“I promised to keep your people and secret safe. My allies are not your enemies, K’uk’ulkan.”

His temper was assuaged by the use of his name. 

“Fine.” He grumbled. “I will get the parts and bring them to you.”

“Thank you.” She walked away before moving to help her people. 

The god king watched her before refocusing on the warriors he was talking to. 

and scene!

The Name of his memory wasn't as skinny. Em didn't know how to explain that. How could he put into words how fragile Name looked in that sterile hallway, how tiny he seemed under the bright lights? He had never been so tiny. Always small, yes, but never so tiny that he looked like he was made of porcelain, like he was carved and someone had been shaving away at him while they'd been apart. Had it really been two years?

~

Jade eyes scanned the room around him. His room.

A milky carpet was spread over the floor, creamy walls turned vanilla under the embrace of smogless, golden sunlight; little stars danced on the charcoal blanket tucked neatly in the bed, like a stretch of galaxy cut out just for him… And that wasn’t even all. There was a desk as well, just adjacent to a bookshelf lined with novels, so many colors and titles creating an aurora for him to explore.

“So…” Zack was standing beside him, wringing his hands as the unbridled joy tugged at his lips. “You like it, bud?”

Sephiroth took a step forward, mesmerized, levitating, the feline eyes blowing into obsidian orbs in their emerald ponds. “…I do not have the words,” he said honestly, perhaps the most raw his voice had ever sounded.

“Luckily I speak fluent Seph.” Zack belly-flopped onto the mattress, the sapphires luminous as he stared up at his friend. “That means I did a fine job decorating!”

…He did.

Sephiroth sat down beside him, still a million miles away. The bed was much smaller than the one at Shinra… though he didn’t think he would mind; he had been lavished because they wanted him to stay. They filled his quarters with opulences because they thought that was enough or a motivation to do their bidding. Enough of a reason to feel secure. Enough of a reason to call it home.

“The room just needs onnneee more thing:”

Sephiroth blinked, genuinely surprised, genuinely unsure if he could even process what more he could need. He was at the brim, his voice still delicate.

“…What would that be?”

Zack’s smile somehow broadened, and then, in a flash of orange, he revealed a small plush dragon from behind his back. He clearly knew how much of a surprise it was, savoring the dramatic flair, but then carrying on himself upon seeing Sephiroth’s bewildered expression.

“I now bestow to you… Muffin. He is yours to love and play with.” Zack plopped the toy into his friend’s hands, who accepted it almost robotically. “I know he’ll be happy.”

Sephiroth blinked again, and then again, studying the gift… He held it like a glass statue, quiet rumbles purring from the depths of his chest as Sephiroth ran his finger across the felt, tracing the stitched wisps of fabric that made up its nose and sunshine smile.

Muffin was Zack’s treasure. Something he cherished with his life. To give this to him… it was like…

“How could you… give this to me?“ Sephiroth had to clear his throat. It was too much. Too much at once. He was going to be broken.

“You made me a handmade Muffin for my birthday, remember?” Zack looked very pleased, sounding even more so. “I wanted us to both have one!” His smile melted a little then, something innocent and kind and irreplaceable molding into the dough. “He likes to stay on the far side of the bed, likes his wings nice and clean, and really likes country music.”

Sephiroth set the plush between them, a round of heartfelt chuckles slipping free. “I will try my best to remember.” He didn’t necessarily have any intention to sleep with it… but out of some strange fear of Zack walking in and seeing Muffin neglected, he would try to. Just for one night.

Sephiroth returned his friend’s gaze, dipping his chin, trying to conjure up an appropriate thing to say—the right thing to say… but then, he remembered two simple words he had learned. Words that could fill a dictionary.

“Thank you.”

For maybe the first time, it was neither of them that catalyzed the hug. Zack broke into a messy grin, springing forward, and Sephiroth was there to catch him. Charcoal arms enveloped a blue hoodie, the other doing the same, both clutching tight and both cocooned in warmth, brighter than flames, bright as the white magic that was able to extinguish them, a different fire crackling underneath that could never burn out.

“You’re gonna be safe here,” Zack mumbled into his coat, “I promise. We can spar everyday in the backyard, and we can fish, and swim, and write to Spike and Aerith and we don’t have to worry about stupid Shinra or evil alien monsters who want to take my pal away ever again.” He squeezed tighter, burying deeper.

And Sephiroth knew it was true. He sank further into his best friend’s embrace, their heartbeats aligning like stars, their breaths falling into sync, and finally gave life to the question he had been harboring for eons. Ever since gauze was brought around his first stab wound.

“What did I do to deserve you…”

It's such a pleasure to experiment with different art & illustration styles. This was an experiment in colour and I'm pleased with how it turned out. Lucy Preston is such a marvelous character - fierce, loyal and kind to a fault but also ruthless and with a backbone of steel. She's been living in my mind in many adaptations through the show & the fanfic reimaginings and I love reading about her.

Now that I'm posting these fanarts publically, I'm writing short accompanying texts on AO3 and I find myself in a melancholic mood apparently :-) So, please do check them out & leave me a comment ❤️.

Yes. Yes we did!!! We live!!

"Well at least I do." I can feel Sans, Red, and Blues judgment.

"What is with those looks!? I am alive! Aren't you happy?" I throw my arms out dramatically. Watching Blue grab one of my hands.

"OF COURSE WE ARE! JUST BE MORE SYMPATHETIC TO THE OTHERS SUFFERING!" Blue patted the back of my hand.

"I am! I was just saying! Anyway!" I plop down on Sans lap. " oof!" Who was half asleep. He gives me one look over then *shrugs* not caring as he falls a sleep real fast.

" come'on doll, get on with it" Red rushed plopping down on the bean bag next to mine and Sans.

"Oh! Right, anyway I am alive and we are okay we did evacuate for a few days. And yet I was still working. And thank God! Literally! Because of him I might be blessed with an opportunity of a life time to work with dogs for free! At a K9 Academy! I don't know when that will happen but, I need to get my butt into gear and get ready if they give me a call." I *sigh* laying back against Sans.

"So a lot of stuff has happened. So uh... Writing might be slower buuuut!! Don't worry! I am off tomorrow and Thursday."

" what a miracle" Red rumbles rolling his eye lights.

"Hey! I'm sorry people kept calling in! Who was going to take their shift?"

" apparently only ya! workin' all the damn time! never have time for me-" Red growled at me until he cut himself off, his cheekbones turn red as he huffs crossing his arms.

"Aw, Red I am so sorry for making you feel that way! Come here! It's okay I will make it up to you!" I grab his now flareing red skull towards my chest and nuzzle him like crazy.

" yeah ya better" he mumbles snuggling into your chest as Blue runs over to our skeleton pile.

"Goodnight my skelebois" I kiss each of their skulls as my heart was melting. Gotta go to sleep.

Sorry guys didn't mean for that to be so long. Got a little carried away there guess I was in a writing mood. Sorry for that but what I said I meant it. Soo yeah will be writing as much as possible got a chapter coming out tomorrow. Not telling which fic~

Modern Mature Romance AU

Tony Stark is this rich Silicon Valley businessman, who is in an unhappy marriage. Both he and his wife cheat on each other a lot, Tony with random women at bars.

Pepper is a cute shy florist. She has her own business 'Flowers at Your Service', which she started out of college with her own earnings. 

Her work catches the eye of a very rich spoiled Beverly Hills brat, Harley, who is Tony's stepson.

Harley's gay but is in the closet and is marrying a rich girl, just for money and keeping up appearances. His mother is homophobic and he is scared that Tony is too and will kick him out if he comes to know he's gay. Harley hires Pepper for his wedding and is impressed by her flair for design. So he gives her more responsibility by making her one of the venue decorators.

Because of this, Pepper has to spend a lot of time around their huge sprawling estate and that's how she meets the flirtatious and handsome Tony Stark. 

He falls in love with her. She is attracted to him but is wary because of his reputation and his tumultuous relationship with his wife.

Tony genuinely likes his stepson, he feels sorry for him because he senses the kid is sexually confused and struggling but... Tony doesn't know how to help Harley coz he's emotionally screwed himself.

Pepper and him grow closer and then they have this steamy moment. 

She needs to deliver flowers in the town across the highway but her truck is broken down. So Tony offers to drive her and her flowers around in his BMW. They drive to the location, deliver the good and then because it is late, go for dinner in this seedy, small-town bar. 

A drunk guy acts inappropriate with Pepper and Tony fights him. The whole bar erupts in violence and Tony is pulled out of it by Pepper. He's got a black eye and a bruised lip and some scratches, so she patches him up with the medi-kit, she keeps in her bag.Then they kiss and it seems like they are going to make love but she stops him. She admits she has feelings for him but she won't let him cheat on his marriage. He needs to be emotionally mature.

Tony is irritated, Pepper is sad but determined and they part.He avoids her and then after watching her laugh during the rehearsal lunch, realizes he loves her and wants to be with her.

But that night, his wife has a car accident and is grievously injured. He knows he can't leave her like this. She needs him. So he stays with her and tells Pepper that he won't string her along, he needs to stay with his wife.  But he wants to be her friend, if she'll have him.

His stepson Harley, finally sobers up after seeing his mother near death and decides not to marry the girl. The wedding is called off.

Harley and Tony both take care of their mother/wife. Tony tells Harley to accept his sexuality and be happy with himself, instead of looking for validation in others.

Three months pass. One day, much to Tony's surprise, Pepper comes to see him at his workplace. They go for an impromptu riverside picnic, he gets to enjoy Pepper's delicious cooking. Then they go on a long boat ride and Pepper kisses him. She tells him she can't deny her feelings for him, she's missed him and she's so proud of how he is with his wife. He says he is still married. She says she will wait for him, no matter how long it takes, because he's worth it. Tony's wife gets better and he sits her down and talks to her. They have an actual conversation, after so many years of just hurting each other. And they both realize they are better off separate than together. 

He serves her divorce papers and moves out into a small flat in the city, determined to rough it.

Every weekend, he and Pepper meet and cook together, just enjoying each other's company, something he had never done with any of his previous partners. And he's determined to take things slow.

She takes matters in her own hands and seduces him, wearing nothing but a StormTrooper helmet and a bikini.... it is their first night together and its magical. One whole year later, his divorce comes through and he asks Pepper to move in with him. She tells him to move in with her. 

He opens a little auto-repair shop, right next to her florist shop.

Harley comes over and announces he's got into Yale on a scholarship. He also introduces them to his boyfriend.

For Tony's birthday, Pepper throws a pizza party and after the party, she gets down on one knee and proposes to him. He accepts. 

Once or twice now you've caught him looking (at least you think, its hard to tell with the mask) at you while you care for the Child. You know that your extra duties as his 'partner in crime' include helping Grogu or at the very least making sure he doesn't find trouble. At first the concept of being THE Mandelorians second in command was suspicious. You had one hell of an argument before you realized he didn't want your particular help because you were a woman, but because you were a top notch negotiator. Your reputation as a bounty hunter that bargained made it almost impossible to not want you on everyone's team.

But recently.....you've noticed the sneaking looks in your direction, or the times he stays longer than usual just to have a conversation with you.

Its driving you crazy.

The past few months made you realize he didn't intend on keeping you around because you were able to help him on his on-going search for Grogu's home planet. Instead you believe that he actually enjoys your company, who knows how long its been since he's had a friend in close quarters for such a long time.

However while you were lost in thought you failed to realize he had been talking to you while he was looking at you, and he had gotten up from his chair at the helm of the ship.

"Have you heard anything I said?"

You blush lightly in embarrassment and shake your head, "I'm sorry, i just....was remembering how we met"

He turns away for a moment and then reaches out to take Grogu from you, who you hand gently over. "I'm surprised you're so distracted by something like that, you and I have done plenty of other missions far more interesting than that" he remarks as he hands grogu a plate of metal sphere from one of his pockets.

"Its not because it was interesting, it was because of how mad I was. I had wrongly assumed you just wanted a babysitter" you stand up from the steps that descend into the cockpit.

He pauses for a moment and then sets the Child down, "Underestimating people is how I get burned. Nothing about your past or present had an affect on why I wanted you to assist me on this mission. I believe if I weren't here that you would be able to do everything you can for Grogu"

Your face starts to get hot at the compliment from him and you step closer to him, "You're right, but I would do anything for you too, you know I care about you"

He looks away and before he can walk back to his chair you can't help but ask, "I understand my feelings are a lot for someone like you to handle but I don't want anything in return I just want to be near you"

He looks back at you while considering this, "Its not that I do not share these feelings-"

You cut him off, "I know I can't see your face or even touch your skin unless we get married, im not asking for that im just asking if we can....be together"

He grabs your hand, and the cold metal of his suit makes you almost shiver.

"I won't be able to care for you like you deserve....and if we do....marry then it will be a long time from now. I have too many responsibilities." He says quietly through the filtered mask.

You smile softly before shaking your head, " I know too much about you to think that we don't deserve each other. I will never ask you to do anything you don't feel comfortable doing and I know you won't ask me of that either."

Before you continue, you wrap your arms around him and lean your face against his chest plate, "I don't need anything more than your presence, and I respect you too much to pressure you into anything else"

He slowly starts to wrap his arms around you and gently hold your body close to his, "It won't be easy being with me, I won't stop trying to help people."

"And I won't ask you to" you reply

Grogu drops the sphere which makes you two break apart slightly, and you look up at him again before he speaks, "Then is seems we've come to an agreement, 'negotiator' I expect you'll let me know anytime I don't hold up my end of our bargin"

"The only thing you need to keep doing is helping others and paying more attention to me" you laugh softly at his attempt at flirting

Character: Gemma. Using the apartment while visiting NY...

Her shoe bumps against the cupboard under the basin. She hears a rattle.

She kneels down to open the cupboard. A stack of magazines has slid off the shelf and knocked into a basket of really posh hotel toiletries. She reaches in to tidy up...

Her sleeve catches on a splinter of wood at the back. A panel comes loose.

Behind the panel...

It is revealed.

The Bumper Book of Knock Knock Jokes.

It has post it notes sticking out of it at all angles.

She tugges it free.

Inside. In blue biro

"Merry Christmas Harry, Lots of Love...".

Who?