#scrapped fic

[bulbtree]

[dudegender]

Steve had a hard time remembering a lot of things. Granted, whatever he’d forgotten was always very minor. He also had a hard time showing his emotions, but if he ever did, they were subtle, and if someone decided to say something about it then he wouldn’t allow himself to slip up again for a while after.

That never did really stop him from fully being void of feelings around the gang, though. Whether he realized it or not, he showed that he cared through memorizing things for each of them.

He would remind Sodapop about wearing his shoes, shirt, or belt almost everyday.

He would remind Darry of what to jot down on the grocery list when he’d said what he needed out loud but forgot soon after.

He would remind Two-bit what times mickey episodes were on when they did an irregular broadcast every Tuesday.

He would remind Ponyboy of the book he had left on the porch after he’d searched for it inside the house for about five minutes.

He would remind Dally of where one of the rings he fidgeted with had been laid down at.

He would remind Johnny that his homework and pencil were stuffed underneath the couch in an attempt to shield it from roughhousing.

Steve hadn’t picked up on the pattern till Dally told him to ‘mind his damn business’ when he once said his ring was on the kitchen counter. He stopped reminding anyone of anything for three weeks, then started up again, which everyone was very grateful for, though they wouldn’t dare to voice it.

Nobody but Sodapop returned the favor. He helped Steve remember lots of things, but his car keys being in his left pocket instead of his right was the most common one.

[maayannarsen-ebook]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

so remember when I said I would share dislyte scrapped fic ? here is the first one !

it was my first LiMian fic so enjoy

(Rate : Teen and Up)

[fiorewashere]

I fear this will die and rot inside my drafts..

[phantomwarrior12]

Roles Reversed

This was going to be a start to a series but I never really got past this scene, so uh...might go back and start it in the future. But for now? Have the scraps. xD

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They're...dying.

Cayde-6 kneels beside their collapsed form, Sundance hovering just over his shoulder.

There's nothing I can do.

Sharp blue eyes dart along the litany of bullet wounds. Their chest heaving with every breath they struggle to take. No, no, this is wrong. His eyes dart to the door Uldren Sov had escaped through before the Young Wolf's hand rests on his, drawing his attention back to them.

They don't speak, the only sound in the room is that of their strained breaths but he can read the fear in their eyes. The very real and tangible terror at facing their final death. They've slain gods, how can one Awoken Prince do this to them? Cayde's mind is a mess of scenarios and uncertainties but most of all, it reels on the reality before him.

The Young Wolf is dying.

"Come on, Guardian. Say something," there's a pained twinge on the edge of his voice, a whisper of something horrified and anguished. "Maybe a joke?"

He's trying to smile. To give them something pleasant before it's too late but they don't seem to be capable of finding any words. They're trembling.

"I'm here, kid." He manages at last, holding their hand tightly. Tears slip down their cheek, their fingers flex and then go lax. 

Cayde watches in horror as their eyes sag shut and their head lulls to the side.

He stays there for a minute. Two. An agonizing three minutes before Petra's footsteps sound somewhere off to his left. He leans forward, gently touching their head as he closes his eyes.

"Cayde--" Petra stops short.

"We need to get ahold of the Vanguard." Cayde says softly, gently laying the Young Wolf’s hand on their chest. "Get some fireteams to finish up here."

His voice is stiff, void of any emotion. He opens his eyes and gazes at the Guardian. They look like they've found that peace they've been searching for. He just wishes they could of found it some other way.

"See you around, partner." He murmurs, carefully maneuvering them into a position he can pick them up from.

He straightens up, turning to Petra, "I'll head back to the Last City, fill 'em in. Then you and I are calling in some favors."

"I know someone."

"Good. Send me coordinates when you get an answer." His gaze drops to the Guardian in his arms, "Uldren Sov is going to pay for this. I'll kill him myself."

He sounds calmer than he feels. 

That's a first.

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Forevers: @halo-2 @reaped-winnower @forgotten-by-the-stars @sugarcoated44 @cayde-6 @avrosaetos

[mewintheflesh]

Scrapped Arven/Reader

I wrote this over a month ago and i realised I have no intention of finishing this anytime soon because I do not have faith in my ability to write characters correctly or emotional scenes 👍

Was originally loosely based on Coldplays “The Scientist” 

Readers kind of an ass in concept 

It stops very abruptly so uhh warning 

                                                           ———

 During a trip to Kalos the League had taken for a meeting, you had gone missing.  Months and months of searching turned into a whole year with no avail. Everyone except for a handful of people had given up on ever finding you again.  And included in that handful, was your partner, Arven.

 A pair of feet and two pairs of paws crushed the grass beneath them in the twilight. The moonlight shining on the dew in the grass, making it sparkle like fine gems.

 Arven yawned groggily as he walked alongside his bud, Mabosstiff.

 He would’ve preferred walking during the day, but Mabosstiff was practically begging to walk now. And well, he just couldn't say no to him.

 There was no real destination he had in mind, he thought it would just be a quick walk to nowhere and back to Mesagoza.  In fact, he had already tried several times to go back to Mesagoza, but Mabosstiff was not having it.

 Mabosstiff kept his nose practically buried in the ground the entire time too.

  Arven noticed that he kept going to the same area in Los Platos each time they went back out into the field. Maybe he’d just see what he might have wanted from there?

Mabosstiff’s head perked up from the ground as they crossed the small wooden bridge leading into Poco Path.

“Grrrbwoof!"

Mabosstiff took off to the lighthouse without warning.

"Mabosstiff— where are you going?!" As he ran after the pokemon, Arven yelled, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

When he reached the top of the incline, Mabosstiff was tackling somebody standing by the fence on the cliff edge—playfully tackling.

He grimaced and ran to gently pick Mabosstiff off of the person.

 “I'm so sorry, my bud never does this to strangers." He spoke through shallow breaths. "You okay?"

They looked at Arven for a second before tensing up and turning away from him. "Yes, I'm- alright, thank you."

Arven blinked.

The cogs in his brain turned on to overdrive, he could’ve sworn he recognized that voice.

No, he absolutely recognized it.

"Little bud…?"

They clammed up.

 Slowly, they turned around. Looking him directly in his eyes, their face somber as they nodded yes.

 Arvens body loosened, letting Mabosstiff out of his grip.

 He took a step forward, and ran into them, gripping them in the tightest hug he could muster.

 His head buried in their shoulder, his shoulders dropped as his breath caught in his throat, he gripped the back of their shirt like hell. Bringing them both to the ground.

 It took them a minute to register what happened.

 Unsure of what else to do, they hugged him back. Placing a hand on the back of his head and rubbing soothing circles with their thumb.

 Sitting there on the grass for what felt like an eternity.

 Arven pulled away from the hug, not quite letting them go. “Where… where were you?! Everyone was worried sick, we thought you– I thought–!” His own choked up sobs interrupted words.

 They stared into his eyes, a heavy wave of unbearable guilt washing over.   “I…” 

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It was supposed to continue with Arven begging for them to come back with him and then they just refuse. And then it’s a whole thing and everyone’s like so fucking sad. 

Reader was supposed to have just abandoned the league while in Kalos and just kind of fucked around in Kalos for awhile under a new identity because why not :)

[fuchsiablur]

cleaned up the sketches i made for a scrapped davert fic also the first time i actually sorta played with shading, and it was a lot more fun than i thought it'd be!

extra doodle and..

..a, blurb?? i didn't wanna upload a scrapped fic to ao3, but i still wanted to post it somewhere soo :0 uhhh idk idk

this was meant to be a rough draft for the first chapter so, it's pretty egh. basically would've been a slowburn rupert x dave where dave helps break him out or smth lol

[spoopybananel]

So uh, I was going through my files and found a single caejose thing I never published- It’s unfinished, but and was a scrapped scene for the fix it fic actually- I’ve got a few scrapped scenes, but I don’t think any of the others were more than a few sentences. So, so unexpected JoJo content for you!

Caesar gets blindfolded and has to endure JoJo’s kisses, basically. Theres also some light plot thrown in, because it was for the fic originally- And the file name, just because it made me laugh-

And link to it on ao3 in the comments <3 Now uh, back to the gay ninjas-