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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A discord conversation got out of hand and it was kindly en-ficced by the most excellent 7ate9.
I hope you get even a fraction of the laughs out of it that we had spitballing some of it.
can anybody hear meeeeeeeee
little fitz and the fool. they were boys together...
I'm pretty sure someone has drawn this before me but anyway
Im in love with this story
Please just let me hug him.
Ten Points
Shane is tired of answering questions about his lack of a dating life. So when the late night show opts to put him on a silly game show panel instead of the traditional interview, he is thrilled, and also determined to win.
It's tiny (880 words) of silly crack
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
maybe one day. (yt)
If you can't withstand it, I get it. If you have to protect your mental health, do what you must.
But as a librarian, a reader, and a writer, please hold off on deleting your work if you can. You can orphan it on AO3 or go anon! There are options.
Please don't let the censors win because that's all they are. Censors in new coats with the same shady underwear. They are bullies and people who cannot conceive of creating things themselves. They have existed in every fandom with varying degrees of success and they will always be there waiting in the next one.
Your writing is worth preservation. It is worth standing there against the test of time long after these jackals have moved on to the next likely looking prey.
And if you love something you're reading, comment when you can. It's hard to admit, but sometimes that one negative comment needs a lot of positive ones to drown it out. Just how the mind works, nothing rational about it.
WIP Posted: What Distance Makes (1/2)
Heated Rivalry. Part of Win Conditions. Jean-Jacques Boiziau & & Shane Hollander & Hayden Pike, Jean-Jacques Boiziau/Carter Vaughn, Ryan Price/Fabian Salah, Luca Haas/Original Male Character, Rose Landry/Svetlana Vetrova
Connections are made and broken between countries, between cities, and between wanting hearts.
Excerpt:
Following signs on automatic pilot, J.J. headed towards the arrivals. The Admirals travel department had arranged a pickup which was a nice courtesy. Or maybe it was normal. All the people J.J. would've asked about how trades normally went were no longer speaking to him.
Stepping outside, J.J. found a light summer day, pretty despite the ugly field of parking lots and overpasses. He got out his phone to check for the ride information, but his eyes snagged on a group of three guys standing in front of an SUV first. They were all wearing sunglasses and a lot of red. One of them was holding a sign that said Boiziau in blocky red letters.
J.J. started towards them a little bewildered.
"J.J.!" One of them said, stepping away from the car.
Carter Vaughn with his gleaming white smile threw open his arms as if to embrace the whole airport.
"Hello," J.J. said, returning the smile automatically. He was pulled into a rough fast hug, a hand smacking down over his shoulder, before Carter took a step back.
"You're freaking him out, Vaughny," the shortest guy said. Huff. What was his first name? George or something? "Hey, man. We're the welcome wagon."
"We had the day off and we heard you were coming today." Scott fucking Hunter was extending his hand and J.J. shook it in bemusement. "Late season trades are rough sometimes. Figured we'd give you a ride, see if you wanted to get dinner or something. No worries if not, we can just play chauffer."
"Dinner would be good," J.J. said, glad his voice didn't betray him.
Whatever his vision of starting in New York was, being met by their whole first line hadn't been part of it.
heated rivalry bug got me...
a few little crack fics for everyone:
Ilya reads RPF of him and Shane:
"What the fuck is an RPF"
https://archiveofourown.org/works/76903396
and a silly little Vincent POV - the third candidate for rookie of the year.
"Can no one see me?"
https://archiveofourown.org/works/77217056
as a wise poet once said: "You f***ing pussy, go home, go home, you're 45 years old"
Crazy how Ilya was like "I'm gonna casually check with him about his sexuality and real subtle like make sure he knows I've got options but I'm not seeing anyone except him" and instead what he said (and what Shane heard) was "I'm getting so much PUSSY I have casual long term flings all the time you're just one of them" and then the disconnect made them both insane
Siuanraine week: before the prophecy
"The second surprise, after their friendship, had been the realization that between them, the fisherman's daughter led and the noblewoman followed." - New Spring, chapter 3
I miss them...
@aliceoseman @chronicintrovert
So happy to have this finished before the end of Lesbian visibility week! Thank you Alice for creating these two and inspiring me so much! I hope you get to see this ❤️✨🍂 @aliceoseman
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