Henderhop came out of the trenches, jumped me in the parking lot at 3am, drugged me, and took me back to their trenches and i am quite happy here. no one save me
The best way I have learnt to show the catastrophic result of some event (war, bombing, flood etc) is to choose a character to represent that. Pick a character in your story and have that event happen to them, and explain in detail everything that happens. Let that character be known to the readers beforehand. Let the character express their ambitions, their dreams, their hopes, and have the event take that away from them. The more minute the details are the better.
A few examples I can think of are from Khalid Hosseni's book "A Thousand Splendid Suns" and Suzanne Collins ' "Sunrise on the Reaping."
i want to write henderhop fanfiction but i watched the show a long time ago and did not watch season 5 so i have no clue but i wanna write themmmmm ugh theyre so cute
i have an idea for rohan x savannah fic. this came to me in a dream and i had to write it down before it faded
this is after rohan and savannah spend like a few months together, yk what with trying to get avery back and all that
They become a little soft with eachother. Just with eachother.
Rohan somehow aquires 10mil and disappers off to London and ghosts Savannah for almost a year (he's scared of his feelings)
but he comes back cus yk he's pathetic like that <3
Rohan x Savannah
word count: 1.5k
a/n: this is just a quick draft i whipped up. the idea was stuck in my head. not really proof read.
warnings: angst i guess.
SAVANNAH
Savannah Grayson was lot of things, but weak wasn't one of them. She drove a fist into the gut of her opponent and he immediately went sprawling. Pity.
"Excellent form, Grayson!" her coach called out. He was a strong, lean guy with an intelligent twinkle in his eye and also rather optimisitc for someone who taught people to fight for a living. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and contemplated helping her opponent up who was still wheezing on the ground. She relented in the end and pulled the guy up who simply nodded in acknowledgement, maybe embarassed that he'd gone down so quickly.
"Chin up, Edwards!" her coach patted his back as he left the ring "Your technique is alright but you need a better grip behind those punches. No worries champ, I'll help you out with those."
It had been almost a year since Savannah joined the boxing team. Almost a year since he had left. Suddenly, Savannah felt punching something again. She wasn't one to describe herself as upset or angry at him leaving without a word, but she had promised him her prize money after he let her win the Grandest Game. She was a woman of her word but he was making it rather hard to keep. And didn't she say that their relationship would only end on her terms? What happened to that.
She could only assume that he had aquired that amount of money from elsewhere and since that was all he needed, he left immediately. She wasn't expecting a tearful goodbye or anything but a heads up would have been nice... She shook her head. There was no use thinking of the British, they were an ends to meet anyway.
She left the ring and headed towards the showers, cleaning up and heading home. It was time for sunset and the sky was streaked with beautfiul colours of red, gold and pink. She contemplated wearing her headphones and walking home but something in her intuition advised her against it. She wore them anyway but played no music.
She turned a corner into a dark street attempting to take a shortcut back home.
ROHAN
It had almost been a year since I had abandoned Savannah Grayson. Well, abandoned would imply she needed me and Savannah Grayson certainly did not look like she needed anyone. The formidable, ruthless Savannah Grayson. my Savannah Grayon a little voice whispered and i trampled it. I left her with no note, no goodbye, I didn't get to decide that.
I never planned on coming back. After I become the Propetier of the Mercy I believed all notions of Savannah would leave my mind. I intended to never see her again. Coward another whispered this time, I wasn't sure if it was the Propetier or mine. You were afraid of your feelings so you hurt her to save your hind. now that voice was definitely mine. I couldn't argue against it. I wasn't sure how she had fared after I'd left, though knowing her she probably did just fine. Maybe she was even relieved I'd disapperared. But I just couldn't get her out of my head. I had to see her at least once.
So here I was, the Propetier of the Devil's Mercy and most feared man in London crouching behind a stack of old wooden crates watching the only girl I could ever come close to loving leave a boxing training centre. Interesting. She'd taken up a new sport.
She turned a corner and I chose that moment to continue following her. I was simply curious as to how how she was doing, I wasn't going to insert myself back into her life considering she had probably adjusted and was doing just fine.
As I turned the corner, I felt someone grab me from behind and push me into a wall. The breath leaves my lungs and my instincts kick in. I'm about to flip this robber upside down when I hear the voice of the person holding me. The one person I'd been yearning to hear.
"Who the hell are you and why are you following me?" Savannah's voice was sharp and cold. Her grip was strong too.
I was wearing a mask to conceal my identity as much as I could if she happened to glance my way. But it seems it was no use because she recognised me anyway.
"Rohan?" How I'd longed to hear her say my name. She loosened her hold on me and stepped back as if she'd seen a ghost. I guess there was no point in hiding now. I removed the mask and looked into her icy blue eyes that reminded me of diamonds.
"Hello love. long time no see"
That was when I received swift punch to the gut.
"I deserve that" I said, wheezing just a little.
SAVANNAH
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. Anger, hurt, grief all bubbling to the surface at the same time. I'd managed to tamp them all down and keep them at bay for almost a year but seeing his face again brought back memories I did want to relive. However, I didn't let anything show on my face. He recovered from my punch with the practiced ease of someone used to being punched to the gut, just like I knew he would.
"Business" he replied to my question
"You sure as hell don't have any business following me around, that's for sure" I retorted. How dare he. How very dare he. Who is he to decide when he can casually waltz back into my life and when he can leave?
"How'd you know I was following you?" he asked. It seems he was under the assumption that he was doing a good job hiding outside my training center. I'd noticed someone following me the second I'd left and lured whoever it was here. I was either going to beat this person up or get answers. Seems like both those options were out though I was still contemplating the beating up option.
"You've gotten lousy with your stalking skills" I simply said. Anger was still boiling under the surface but I didn't want him to see how much him leaving had affected me. If I stayed any longer he would know.
"Get back to your business then and stop stalking me like a creep" I turned to leave, hiding my emotions as best as I could. I was not going to be affected by him.
As I walked past him he gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. It wasn't the wrist grab that stopped me in my tracks, it was the gentleness with which he held my hand that gave me a pause.
"Savannah, can we please talk?" he asked quietly.
How dare he say my name like that?? and Talk?? He wanted to talk?? After ghosting me for a year he wanted to talk now?? I whirled around to tell him as much but the emotions displayed on his face made the words die in my throat. What on earth is he doing? Why is he looking at me like that.
"What's there to talk about?" I asked as calmly as I could "You got your money, you got your Mercy. You left without a word and got what you wanted. There's nothing to talk about." Anger seeped into the last few words of my sentence. I hadn't meant for it to show but I couldn't help it.
"I want to apologise" he was holding my other wrist now. I wanted to pull away but I just couldn't do it. I'd missed his touch
"Like hell you want to apologise" I said idignantly, looking at his face "What game are you playing? What do you want?" but deep inside I knew this was no game.
"I don't expect your forgiveness Savannah" he started "I left you with no warning, no reason and that was wrong of me"
I opened my mouth to remind him just how less I cared for his apologies and reasons but his hands slipped from my wrists to my hands, silently asking me to wait. I still couldn't pull away. God dammit why is he being so gentle
"You probably don't care. I understand that. The nature of our relationship was designed to end one day." His use of relationship stuttered my heart just a little "But we established you would be the one to decide when it ended and I didn't respect that"
Oh, so he remebers that? and I don't remember him agreeing to my terms but apprently he did. I could have just said that our relationship has officially ended so he could leave but something in me didn't want him to go so quickly.
"I also promised you the prize money and it's rather hard to keep my promise when the person you've given your word to disappears"
he's still holding my hands. Maybe he's worried I'll bolt the second he lets me go. I just might.
"I'm aware" he smiles regretfully "I will be collecting no such sum from you"
"I wouldn't give it to you even if you tried. That offer had an expiry date."
ROHAN
I'd missed her sharp cutting words. I just hadn't realised how much.
okay im tired now ive been writing for 2 hours straight. i had to get this out of my head before i lost it. Will post part 2 soon when i can
My favourite thing ever is when someone posts an idea for a fic or something that would make a fantastic fic, and you go into the comments to say that you would love to see a fic like this and the link to said fic is already there. It's like finding the holy grail. A diamond on the road. I love it so much, and I love everyone who contributes
That moment when both are standing on a cliffside, and Rohan's back is towards the cliff. His inner monologue is essentially "She can push me. She will push me. Come on, love, push me," and he's like she knows I will catch myself, but her pushing me will prove a point. But instead, Savannah moves him AWAY from the cliff and his brain lowkey short circuits like aldjaksjdalksj
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Jameson x Avery
Content: airport au, meet cute, Jameson and his dumb flirting skills, mini stalking Jameson
Word count: 748
a/n: It's been ages since I posted a fic and this has been rotting in my drafts for a while now. I didn't have time to proof read it because I forgot the plot I was going for 😭 but anyway I hope you enjoy. As always, suggestions, cricticism and ideas welcome <3
I looked around the lobby, observing everyone boarding the plane to Alaska. People with families and partners chattering excitedly while I waited for my flight back home.
There were still 4 hours left to go. I'd bought a coffee and finished a book, and there were still four hours left to go.
What was I supposed to do now? I knew I should've packed more books. If it wasn't for the limited space in my luggage, I would've brought three more.
I walked towards my gate and settled near the large windows that allowed a perfect view of planes taking off and landing and pulled my jacket around me, glad I had the foresight to pack one. I considered taking a nap in the most comfortable position I could find but quickly gave up because there was no way anyone could get comfy on these chairs.
As I looked around the gate, I noticed someone staring at me. He was wearing these ridiculous sunglasses (seriously, who wears sunglasses indoors anyway?), had a head full of fluffy, messy brown hair, and had no sign of luggage except a small bag that seemed big enough for just a water bottle and a passport. He looked around my age, but I couldn't really guess when I was more focused on figuring out if he was staring at me or not. Those glasses did not help. I gave up when I realised there was no subtle way of figuring that out and decided to pass the time by watching the planes instead.
I looked back towards where the stranger was, and he seemed to have disappeared. Weird. As I was scanning my surroundings, looking for a mop of brown hair, I heard a voice behind me.
"Looking for me?"
I jumped and whipped around, coming face-to-face with the ridiculous sunglasses guy from earlier. Before I could cuss him out or ask him what the hell he was doing, he introduced himself: "I'm Jameson."
"You were the one who was staring at me earlier," I said without thinking
He gestured towards the empty seat with his hand, silently asking for permission to sit down, which I granted by nodding.
"I'd rather be known for my other qualities" he replied to my question with a chuckle
"Such as? I asked, turning towards to him
"Dangerously handsome, wickedly sharp, unnaturally clever. You decide."
"You still have to prove the last two; I wouldn't call being caught staring as a clever move"
"Ah, but if you know I was staring, then you must have been staring at me as well." he said, his grin reminding me of a wolf, "I'm assuming you don't disagree with my first point?"
Instead of having to reply, I said, "I'm Avery". He didn't need to know I found him handsome.
"And a lovely name that is. Where are you off to Avery?" Jameson asked, stretching himself, making me acutely aware of the muscles beneath his shirt.
What am I thinking? Pull yourself together I mentally told myself and answered his question "I'm meeting my sister" but didn't elaborate further. I didn't like sharing my business with strangers, no matter how good-looking they maybe.
Jameson seemed to find that a sufficient answer so I asked in return "And you? Where are you off to?"
"Well, I'm returning to my brothers after I lost a bet to one of them" he said with an air of nonchalance, as if he was commenting on the weather. But that sparked some curiosity in me. I wanted to ask how many brothers he had but a more pressing question was at the tip of my tongue, "what was the bet?" And more importantly, "what did you have to do when you lost?"
He still had those ridiculous sunglasses on but he looked at me from above them and I noticed he had bright green eyes. "Well, I can' tell you what the bet was, sweetheart, but I can tell you what I had to do if I lost." He clenched and unclenched his fists, as if losing a bet was physically painful for him "I was dared to fly commercial for 24 hours"
The use of 'sweetheart' and the way it made me feel did not go unnoticed but I decided to ignore it, I was more interested in the peculiar nature of this bet. "That's a very strange thing to be asked to do when you lost your bet." Jameson's wicked smile almost turned soft as he said, "Well, my brothers and I are a strange bunch."
content: tension, banter, close proximity etc (tell me if i missed anything)
pt.2
word count: 660
a/n: This is my first fic (that I'm publicly publishing) so if you have any constructive feedback I won't mind. We didn't get Savannah's pov in tgg so I wanted to explore how she would view Rohan.
Savannah took out a pin from her fancy updo when she heard a knock at her door. I thought he wasn't coming today
She walked slowly towards the door, letting the other person on the other side wait in anticipation. It's what he deserves anyway she thought to herself, ridding the image of his body close to hers the last time he'd shown up at her door
Not a lot of things excited Savannah. The occasional challenge with Gigi or mind games with her half brother were interesting and being the queen of the court, commanding the game with the ball was her greatest joy—until the injury took that away from her
but this? this was a hell lot more than exciting
"Hello, love" Rohan greeted her as she opened the door "Almost thought you weren't going to open the door"
"Almost considered it"
"You wound me," he said dramatically, gliding inside with a sly smile. "What made you change your mind?"
"Thought I could use some help with this" she gestured towards her hair that was riddled with bobby pins and god knows what else. A wolfish smile took over his face, his real smile savannah realised with a start, immediately ignoring the effect that it had on her
"Is the unconquerable Savannah Grayson bested by a few pins?" He asked, joining her at vanity as she sat down. God, she could hear the grin in his voice. She distantly wondered if it was a bad idea letting him into her room. Probably, but at the moment she didn't care. She craved a distraction, and he was exactly that—handsome, perilous, and intriguingly unpredictable. They'd made a deal anyway. A few late night meetings wasn't going to change their goals. They were made to betray each other in the end and nothing could be done to change that course. It made this moment all the more sweeter.
He started gently picking out pins one by one, being absolutely careless with the way his hand grazed her neck. He brushed his hand through her hair, separating the bigger knots before picking up the brush. Savannah tried to keep her breathing in control and avoided arching into his touch. She couldn't lose control like she did before ever again. This was a punishment and her damnation in the sweetest form.
He carefully divided her hair into sections, brushing each one with the practiced ease of someone who had done this countless times before. Yet, the focused intensity in his eyes made it feel like he was experiencing it anew. He was gentle, as if he was afraid of her hurting her. Which was ridiculous, he'd never held back before. She met his eyes in the mirror
"Rohan?" She'd learnt to read him just as well he'd learnt to read her and she knew the effect of saying his name would have on him. She loved it
"Hm?"
"Truth or Dare?"
He paused for a second before answering "Truth"
"Why did you come here tonight?" He'd told her that he had to stop visiting her because it was no longer a calculated risk for him. Savannah had no idea what he meant by that. He lived for risks and breaking the rules so his sudden change in behaviour was baffling but she didn’t dare ask him to explain—she couldn’t let him think she cared. But curiosity gnawed at her insides
"Can I switch to Dare?"
"No"
He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as his voice dropped to a whisper. "Maybe I didn’t want to be alone tonight." The closeness of his lips sent a shiver down her spine, the words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken intent.
His answer caught her off guard, and just as she was about to press him for more, he shifted the moment with a simple, loaded question: "Truth or Dare?"
She saw the challenge in his eyes and replied "Dare"
