Okay but can we move onto the part where we talk about Crowley immediately offering to give up the Bentley just to save Aziraphale's bookshop and Aziraphale immediately swooping in to save the Bentley by following the rules????
I've got a Blink-182 concert coming up soon. While I haven't been in the Sanders Sides fandom interacting in a while, I did just find my Virgil tshirt... should I wear it? I feel like I should wear it.
Ok while I'm sure a lot of people don't care about alip anymore simply due to lack of interest, perhaps an upload will brighten someone's day after the dumpster fire that's been going on.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Title: this could've been an email
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken
Summary:
He takes a deep breath. This is why he’s here. This is why he responded to Derek’s poorly worded classified with little more than his junkyard truck, a haunted look in his eyes, and a bullet-pointed list of buzzwords hastily scribbled on the back of a gas station receipt. Theo’s good at compartmentalizing, good at storing his tragic past in neatly labeled boxes in a locked closet in his head but he’ll always be a self-destructive bastard in the place his heart used to be, and this is why he chose the beach. The waves crash, and crash, and crash and crash and crash—and he’s not dead.
The ocean is always there to remind him: After everything he’s done and that’s been done to him, he is not dead.
First off: I hate that I haven't gotten a chance to write let alone update anything in nearly a year. But I have been trying to give a big update of multiple chapters as soon as I can.
I have almost the next 3 chapters completely planned out. To the point that I have their chapter names already.
The Next Day part 3, The Rescue and Antarctic.
I don't know when I'll be able to update but since we're nearing the climax and I've made everyone wait, I want to make up for this. The past year hasn't been easy for most people but I'm itching to write again so bad. Thank you for your patience. My goal is by July there will be chapter updates again. So might not be the worst idea for me to start reblogging old chapters.
Also! When new chapters come out, I'll be posting on @residentanchor-writes and reblogging here and such since I'm only on mobile still.
Before I post any new chapters or anything like that for this story, is everyone ok with me resharing the first 2 chapters in the new format here? Because they were posted on Robins AO3 which I do not have access to. I just think sharing it written all in the same format to make it easy for everyone to reread.
<<Chapter 1
An ALiPverse Story
Note: Parts of the beginning have been revealed in the Origins stories but this is the official story! You can read those to get an idea of what’s going on but be wary of spoilers!
Chapter 2
Roman sat on the couch of his shared apartment, hunched over with his mask in his hands. It was crudely made with his limited knowledge and a few hours online searching, but he was proud of it. He ran his thumb over a part of the border that held on a piece of gold ribbon that was hanging on by hot glue. It was uncomfortable to wear but it was his. It’s what made him Prince Charging. It’s what allowed him to run around and help people as he had always dreamed.
It did nothing against his best friend who had discovered his secret anyway. He knew he had to be careful around Patton, but his friend had listened to him as he shamefully hung his head and admitted to running into danger on a daily basis. To his surprise, Patton had admitted to knowing about it before they had moved in together before walking off to make them some tea so they could talk.
“Okay!” Patton walked in with two mugs in his hands, eyes focused on them so he didn’t spill either as he walked. “Got the tea ready! Just how you like it, here you go.”
“Thanks, Pat,” Roman took the mug and let the warmth soak into his hands. He had removed his gloves just before his mask and now was grateful he had done so. He looked into the dark liquid at his poor reflection. He never really looked at himself as Prince, usually throwing on the costume as quickly as he could for fear of being caught.
He felt Patton take a seat next to him with his mug in his hands. “Roman?” He glanced up and noticed Patton’s expression, wondering what thoughts were running through his friend’s head. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. You’re, uh, taking this a bit better than I had expected, I suppose…”
He felt a weight lifted as Patton smiled before looking down at his mug. “Yeah, well, I did want to talk to you about it first. You know, calmly…” Patton turned toward the doorway to the kitchen. “I apologize, I didn’t mean to just drop that on you.”
Roman placed his mug on the table atop one of Patton’s punny coasters and shook his head. “No, no! It’s fine! You were worried for me, I can understand that.” He reached over and placed his hand on Patton’s knee. “I appreciate how accepting and caring you’ve been.”
Patton’s eyes flickered to the doorway again before turning back to his tea. “There’s something I have to share with you, Ro.”
“What is it?”
Patton looked at the doorway as footsteps approached. Hugging himself close was someone who looked exactly like Patton wearing the same outfit. He smiled and waved a bit before turning his gaze to the floor. “Hi,” he spoke softly as if worried his voice would give out on him.
“You have a twin?” Roman looked between the two before Patton shook his head. “Am I missing something?”
“Roman,” Patton placed his mug down next to Roman’s and turned toward him. “This is Two. He’s my… duplicate? I’ve called them my Pals. I can make them… from myself.” Patton looked over at Roman and shrugged. “I have powers too?”
Roman stared at Two before he started to smile. “Patton, this is amazing!” Roman shot up from his spot on the couch and tugged on Patton’s arm, pulling him up as well. “You have powers! We have powers!”
Patton chuckled as Roman started bouncing around. “Yes, I do! I was trying to plan on how I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want to before you told me first. I didn’t want to pressure you into revealing your secret.” Roman started giggling and Patton began bouncing with him. “You seem excited!”
Roman gasped and stopped grabbing Patton by his shoulders and smiling. “Become a hero with me!”
“What?!”
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“-new about the newest hero in town, the Vigilante, has spread since the recent shooting downtown.”
“That’s not what I said!” The hooded figure threw his hands in the air, gripping the remote as the local news prattled on about the same things they’ve been repeating every hour. However, they played the clip of him calling himself The Vigilant and then said his name wrong.
He wasn’t a vigilante! He was vigilant! Determined and stubborn to keep the city safe. He swooped in and saved the beloved hero Prince who was in danger! He deserved to at least have his name said correctly!
“Virgil!” The figure on the couch jumped and fumbled the remote before quickly changing the channel. “You want anything special for dinner?”
Virgil looked over the back of the couch to his father who was watching the tv carefully with a frown. “I’m fine, dad. Whatever you want.”
His father looked at him with a pout. “My little hero goes and saves the day and he doesn’t want anything special for dinner?”
Virgil couldn’t hold back the wince that spread across his face. Found out so easily. “You know about that?”
“Hmm,” His father stroked the whiskers on his chin. “A mysterious hero with the power to ‘teleport’,” his father even dared to use air quotes. “Suddenly appears dressed with a dark purple aesthetic? Must have nothing to do with my anxious son with a similar style and the ability to stop time and move around who reads far too many comic books. Nope, no connection.” Virgil pulled his hood down over his face and turned away. “Come on, now. Be glad I’m not freaking out over the fact that the thief had a gun.”
“I’m surprised you’re not, honestly.” Virgil peeked up from his hood. “You worry as much as I do.”
“I’m honestly trying not to think about it. Hasn’t quite sunken in yet.”
“I’ll take advantage of your good mood, then.” Virgil turned and leaned his arms on the back of the couch. “Can we have Chinese for dinner?”
“I know how to cook!” Virgil raised a brow at his father’s statement. “Come on, Virgil!”
“Come on, James!” Virgil grinned as he spoke his father’s name. “Chinese! Besides, you’ll make me wash the dishes when you’re done ruining dinner anyway.”
With a sigh, he watched his father turn around and pat his pockets down for his phone. “The usual?”
“You know it.” Virgil spun back around and turned back to the news, watching clips of him and the Prince once more with a smile on his face. It was terrifying at the moment but right now? He had no regrets for what he did.
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“Come on, Pat!” Roman followed Patton down the sidewalk like a lost puppy. “Please?! We could do so much together!”
“No, Roman. I’m glad you’re helping people but it’s just not for me! What good could I do?” Patton kept marching toward the bus stop, gripping the strap to his messenger bag over his shoulder. “Besides, I have to go to work!”
“You mean you have to go flirt with that guy on your route?” Patton flushed and ducked his head, ignoring his best friend as he trailed along. “At least tell me about him! When are you going to ask him out?”
“He’s not interested. I’m not even sure if he’s gay or anything.”
“Excuses!”
Patton sighed and finally stopped walking, turning to find Roman right on his trail. “Look, I like him, but this isn’t some romance movie. We’re just friends!” He shuffled his feet a bit and looked away. “Actually, I’m not sure if he even sees me as a friend. We just talk on the bus.”
“You said he was cute and had the same glasses and liked mystery novels!” Roman pouted. “Sounds like a rom-com to me! Why not at least try to bring it up? Try to see if he’s even interested?”
“I’m sure he’s not interested in me. He might not be single!”
Roman put an arm around Patton and started walking toward the bus stop once more. “Well good thing you have me! Your personal wingman!”
“Roman, no.” Patton shrugged the arm off but kept walking. “I appreciate it, I do! But I just want to keep this a friendship right now. Maybe, if I think I have a chance, you can help.”
Roman sighed heavily through his nose as they approached the stop. “Fine, but you read a book for this nerd. I think you’re close enough.”
“Hey! Agatha Christie is worth it! It’s such a good book, Ro! I can’t wait to see how it ends!” Roman watched as Patton’s face lit up. “Now Logan and I are reading through the books to talk about them together! It’s great.”
“As long as you’re happy, I won’t interfere.” Roman watched his best friend prattle on about his crush and the topics they talk about until he saw the bus pull up to the stop. “Have a good day at work, Pat. I’ll see you tonight.”
“See ya, Ro!”
Patton got on and swiped his card before heading to the area he normally sat in, waiting excitedly for the stop Logan would hop on.
Logan. He was younger than Patton and worked at a bookstore, which was a surprise. He didn’t seem much like a people person, but he loved books! Patton could relate to that. Although a job at the library was originally his mother’s idea, it wasn’t one Patton was upset by.
When Logan’s stop came, Patton perked up and waited. After the exchange of people, he slouched in his seat defeated. Logan didn’t work today. How had he forgotten that? It was Friday and Patton didn’t work over the weekend so he wouldn’t see him then either. When did he say he worked next. Tuesday?
Tuesday. Patton could wait a few more days until then. He pulled out a book from his bag, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. Logan had said it was his favorite and Patton had signed it out immediately. He was still at the beginning and already hooked. He could finish it by Tuesday and then he could talk to Logan all about it!
Patton’s heart fluttered as he flipped open to his bookmark and kept himself busy for the rest of his ride.
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“This just in! The Vigilante has made another appearance downtown to help the Prince! Wait, it looks like the Prince is… attacking him? Perhaps the Vigilante isn’t as much of a hero as he had thought!”
“Listen here, miscreant! I’m grateful you helped me the other day but we are rivals from here on out!”
“Are you kidding me, Princey?! I just want to help!”
Logan watched the broadcast with great interest, eying the new ‘hero’ as he bickered with the Prince. “Interesting.” He smirked and stood from his couch. “I’m going to need a closer look at these two and I have just the idea on how to do it.”
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