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  1. Briannakin

    Briannakin Grand Moff Darth Fanfic & Costuming/Props Manager star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    Title: Too Hot To Handle (Part 1?)

    Timeframe: 2060 (ish - during Leo’s second term so kids are a bit older)

    Characters: Leo/Marc

    Notes: Well… at least this heatwave is good for inspiration. Kinda short, not sure if I’m going to continue this on to their vacation or not, but the first scene kinda works well alone so I decided to just post it.



    It was hot.



    One of the worst heat waves the Eastern US had seen in a century, and DC was the centre.



    It was so hot, every news station was showing flashing warnings, urging people to take precautions. It was so hot that even sitting outside was uncomfortable, let alone trying to work or think.



    And - despite being the epicentre of power for much of the western world, the White House still was a 260-year-old building. The AC units were less than ideal for the situation.



    The only saving grace for the first family was that today was the start of Congress’ Summer Recess - therefore the President’s own 3-week quasi-vacation. Leo would still get briefings and would still need to deal with international matters and emergencies, but the day-to-day procedures would be put on hold. More importantly, he didn’t have to wear a suit in 115-degree weather.



    However, Leo was not used to not wearing suits. Occasionally he wore slacks, jeans, or sweatpants on the weekend… but this weather demanded shorts. Leo only owned two pairs of shorts (both sweatshorts for working out), so Marc had lovingly ordered Leo a few pairs of various styles and had the usher pack them… which Leo was now unpacking his suitcase on their bed.



    “Please, sweetheart,” Mark said, sitting in the armchair in the corner of the Presidential bedroom, rubbing his temples. “You look fine in shorts.”



    “No. You guys are just going to bug me about my pasty white skin and chicken legs. I love you dearly, Marc, and thank you for thinking of me, but I’ll be fine in sacks.”



    Marc rolled his eyes. “Pretty sure if anyone has chicken legs, it’s your paraplegic boyfriend. It’s too hot to care about what you look like. Please can we just get going?” Marc whined.



    The first family was going to spend their vacation with the second family at Camp David. They had tossed around a few locations - the Hamptons or Martha’s Vineyard - but Camp David was just easiest - the kids loved all the various activities, it was completely wheelchair accessible, and the adults enjoyed the privacy and space the Secret Service and staff gave them.



    “You guys could have gone up there a couple of days ago. You’re the one who’s been complaining all week.



    “I have not been the only one complaining,” Marc said defensively. “You’re the one who’s been crabby since his birthday.”



    Leo’s 50th birthday had been two weeks ago and it had been a point of contention for the normally happily married men.



    “I have not been! I simply said I wanted no big hoopla for my birthday and yet you went off and through this grand surprise party with Rose.”



    Marc rolled his eyes again. “Like the 50th birthday of the President of the United States was going to be a minor affair.”



    “It could have been. I’ve never made a huge deal out of your birthdays - just dinner and drinks like you like - why can’t you respect that?”



    “Because you decided you wanted to be President of the United States and dragged me along to be the perfect showcase husband who has to celebrate and praise your every move, even when I know that’s not what you want…” Marc’s tone turned from angry to sympathetic. He got up and hugged Leo. “Why are we fighting? We know we are on the same side with this.”



    Leo nodded and rested his forehead on Marc’s shoulder. “Because we are both hot.”



    Marc murmured in agreement, then grabbed Leo’s butt. “Yeah! You got that right!”



    Leo chuckled. “Then - I guess - if you picked these out,” he said, referring to the shorts. “Then you must think I’ll look good in them.” Leo began repacking all but one pair. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks - all while looking at Marc. He slid off his slacks and put on the fairly formal navy dress pants. “Happy?”



    “Yes, very handsome.” Marc spun Leo around and kissed him on the lips. After a moment he asked. “So, uh, did you bring up the problem with your doctor this morning?” Leo had monthly check-ups with one of the top general practitioners of the military.



    Leo sighed and nodded. He picked up his pants, reached into the pocket and threw a bottle of pills into the suitcase. “She even rushed the prescription - which probably says a lot about our Health Care system. She said it’s probably stress-induced and I’ll probably only need to take them occasionally.”



    Viagra.



    Leo was now 50 and needed help in the bedroom. No wonder he was feeling so particularly critical of his appearance.



    Marc kissed him again. “At least we now know it isn’t something more serious. And hey,” he said, running his fingers through the grey hair at Leo’s hair “this is all part of the plan, right? Have kids and grow old together? I love you, Leo.”



    Leo blushed. “I know, I love you too. Except I kinda resent you: I’m the one growing old and you are as youthful as the day we met.”



    Marc shrugged. “Not my fault I’m younger and years as president are like dog years.”



    “Hey!” Leo exclaimed, wrestling Marc onto the bed.



    Marc playfully fought back as Leo climbed on top of him. “At least I know you’ll never leave me for someone younger; I’ll be that someone younger. You know the other benefit of you being on Viagra?”



    “What?” Leo asked, slightly annoyed Marc was bringing it up again. Still, he straddled his husband.



    “We can finally have sex again.”



    Leo laughed. “Well yeah, that’s the whole point!”



    Marc rubbed Leo’s love handle. “Yeah, but you can finally nail me——.”



    “Oh my god, DADS!” 9-year-old Miri screamed as she entered. Marc was still “Daddy” and Leo was still “Abba” but collectively they were “Dads”. She was wearing a bright yellow romper with her suitcase behind her. “Can you please cut it out with the sex and can we please ‘get to the ‘chopper’ as Abba likes to say.”



    “We weren’t having sex, we were wrestling,” Marc said, defensively.



    Miri rolled her eyes in a move that made her look like her Aunt Abi. “Yeah, okay,” she said sarcastically. “That line worked when I was three. Can we please just go? I’m hot!”
     
  2. mavjade

    mavjade It's so FLUFFY! Fanfic Manager star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    Yay for timely inspiration! At least this heatwave is good for something!!
    Yeahhh... I imagine it's not all that great at staying any consistent temp when the weather gets extreme in either direction.

    I went through a phase (in college, I think) where I wouldn't wear shorts because... I don't know, reasons. Vanity? Who knows. But now I'm like, I don't care what people think of my legs, I'm wearing shorts! So I can kinda understand the impulse he has here, but it's totally not worth suffering.

    Yeaaah... sorry Leo. I also hate it when people make a big deal out of my birthday (I had a friend who always insisted on it and I hated it), but Marc is right. POTUS turning 50 is a big deal and will be made a big deal no matter what he wants. At least if Marc did it, things could be controlled.
    And the heat really does have a way of making tempers flair over the smallest things.

    Poor Leo, growing old sucks. It's totally normal and nothing to be ashamed of, but I know that's way easier to say than it is to feel. Feelings aren't always rational.

    Hahah... poor Miri! I love it!

    I love this and would love to see them all on their vacay together if the muse feels so inclined!
     
  3. Briannakin

    Briannakin Grand Moff Darth Fanfic & Costuming/Props Manager star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    Feb 25, 2010
    Hahaha. Yeah, fortunately for me (and unfortunately for the muse) temperatures have become much more reasonable... but now the air is toxic, which really sucks.
    Yeah, I didnt think it was too unbelievable for a historic building to have AC issues!
    Yeah, so I used to live in an environment that RARELY saw temperatures over 25C (77F) so shorts really were never a necessity and I used to hate my knees so I never wore them... but now, it's not worth the suffering. I've been enjoying just throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and getting on with my day.

    But my dad used to hate wearing shorts because of his skinny legs so I took inspiration from him!
    Yeah. I like to do something small (like dinner and drinks) but anything beyond that is just too much for my introverted heart. But poor Leo. Nobody cares what he wants :p
    Yeah it really does! And in the uncomfortable heat, little things just kinda blow up, even internal stuff.
    Poor Miri. Her dads probably love being all mushy and embarrassing her.

    My muse started on a part 2 (featuring Emilia!) but I have no idea how to end it.
     
  4. Briannakin

    Briannakin Grand Moff Darth Fanfic & Costuming/Props Manager star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    Feb 25, 2010
    Title: Night is long

    Timeframe: 2060

    Characters: Emilia, Ella, Mattie, Leo/Marc, Rose/Elvie

    A/N: I know this is the fic gift I asked you for last year but I really wanted something to write with angst and this I was the only fully formed plot idea I had (my muse currently has the issue where it’s giving me starts of stories but not the end, and it only kinda gave me an ending for this one). If your muse ever lets you finish the one you were working on, I would love to read it. You know I get so much joy from writing these stories and this suddenly became one I really wanted to write (because you know I need some cathartic angst right now).





    No one liked to be woken in the middle of the night. News at 2 am was rarely good, but in the Santos house (and probably in every previous Vice President household) it meant your father was now the most powerful person in America, or the world was ending… or more likely both.



    So when Emilia woke up to dozen people and saw the hallway lights on, she immediately freaked out. Was something wrong with Uncle Leo? Was the county under attack? She grabbed a hoody to pull over her nightgown and crept out into the hall. She tried to stay out of the way as Secret Service agents passed by with a stretcher. She was only 12 and didn’t want to be in the way.



    Suddenly a much worse thought crossed her mind: something was wrong with one of her parents.



    Dad!



    He had been gone for the past five days diplomatic trip to Mexico and South America and had just returned after dinner, not feeling great, so he had went right to bed.



    Her brother and sister were also peeking their heads out of their rooms and looked around.



    Their mom emerged from the master bedroom in a pair of leggings and a hoodie, with their father’s to-go duffle bag over her shoulder and her own tote bag in the crook of her arm. She looked tired and frazzled. “Hey loves-.”



    “Is Dad okay?” Emilia blurted.



    Rose’s expression softened. Then hugged all three of her children. “Dad is just a little sick and we need to take him to the hospital and make sure he gets better. I’m going to go with him - make sure he isn’t too annoying to the nurses. Tyra and your night-time agents are going to take you to stay with Uncle Leo and Uncle Marc for the rest of the night.” Tyra was one of their mom’s Secret Service agents and everything Emilia wanted to be - smart, tall, beautiful, and confident. “Can you guys get your go-bags and your school bags and go meet her in the car? I love you guys very much and will probably see you guys after school tomorrow.”



    They all hugged their mom and ducked back into their rooms.



    ‘Poop has hit the fan’ bags were a necessity in the Vice President’s household. Emilia’s go-bag was a small duffle bag with a change of clothes (relatively formal since grabbing this bag may mean an impromptu inauguration; Emilia’s were a pair of dress pants and a white button up), 3 days worth of medication, a few granola bars, and a comfort item (for Emilia it was a stuffed cat given to her by her grandmother and a copy of her favourite novel).



    Emilia then grabbed a pair of sweatpants and quickly changed out of her nightgown. Emilia’s family knew she was a girl, but the rest of the world still thought she was non-binary. She hurried out into the hall, only to see her dad, pale and in his plaid pyjamas, sitting on a stretcher being pushed by a dozen people. Of course he was surrounded by secret service agents. It all happened so fast (and she was still so tired) Emilia could barely comprehend what was going on or the state of her father.



    “Come on Emilia,” Mattie demanded. He was tired too and that was mixing with fear and anxiety. “Get your school bag too!”



    “It’s in the foyer!” she snapped back, stocking down the stairs. As she grabbed her backpack and headed for the garage, she heard the sirens retreating. She realized how scared she was without her parents and how worried she was about her dad. Emilia got into the SUV that was already running and pulled out her phone. She began researching anything and everything that could be wrong with her dad, barely noticing as Tyra, the other agents - Derek, Nick, and Winston - and her siblings got in the vehicle.



    So many horrible things could be wrong with her dad. She didn’t really think about her dad’s disability that much, but he could be suffering so many complications - and she hadn’t even started looking at what he could have picked up in Mexico.



    And then, while reading a summary of a journal article she didn’t understand, she read a horrible statistic: life expectancy for someone with a spinal cord Injury was an average of 66-years-old.



    Her dad had already turned 51. She didn’t want to think about her dad dying at all, but she didn’t want him to die before she got married or had kids.



    She showed her phone to her siblings.



    “Daddy?” Ella gasped. “What could be wrong with him?” Only nine, she got worked up so easily.



    “You guys,” Mattie sighed. “Dad is going to be fine.”



    “Fine?” Ellie practically shrieked. “He crashed a plane! Anything could be wrong with him.”



    * * *



    They arrived at the West Entrance 15 minutes later. Emilia hated the White House at night (with the exception of the residence); it was so creepy (last sleepover, Miri had dared her to go into the sub-levels and Emilia would never be the same). Thankfully Uncle Marc and Uncle Leo were wanting for them (which kinda freaked her out even more) in their pyjamas.



    “Hey guys,” they said. Leo was hugging Emilia and she completely broke down crying, burying her face into the baggy warm fabric of his sweatshirt.



    This set Miri off, who clung onto Marc. Marc just smoothed her back. “We have three guest rooms ready for you guys, but I think you guys could use a night-time raid of the ice-cream freezer.”



    “Do you know what’s wrong with our Dad?” Mattie asked.



    “Yeah, and you guys dont need to be too scared,” Leo sighed. “I understand why you guys are freaked out,” he said as he took Emilia’s bag and led them down the hall. “So your mom called us before she called for the Secret Service. You dad didn’t want to go to the hospital but I pulled the President card; had to remind him of his constitutional duty to remain healthy. Your dad has an impacted bowl.”



    “What?” Ella asked. “That sounds really bad. What does it mean?”



    “It means he hasn’t gone poop for the past 5 days,” Marc explained. “And his body is… complicated. His body knows something is wrong, but the pain is happening below where he can feel it, so his body is freaking out in a different way. But they caught everything early and the doctors know what to do.”



    By now, they had entered the mess and dumped all the to-go bags on an empty table.



    “Your dad might be in the hospital for a few days,” Marc finished, “but I’m going to take you guys to go see him tomorrow after school.”



    “And you guys can sleep in and just go to school in the afternoon if you want. Now,” Leo announced. “What flavour of ice cream do you want?”



    “Strawberry cheesecake!” Ella exclaimed.



    “Chocolate brownie,” Mattie replied.



    “Cookie dough,” Emilia decided.



    Leo decided on lemon poppyseed and Marc had strawberry cheesecake too.



    “What was it like when my dad got hurt?” Ella asked. “When he crashed the plane? I know that was before he met Mom.”



    Leo sighed, unsure if the kids should hear this under the circumstances. But he was always glad he had asked Uncle Sam all he knew about his dad’s shooting. It made Leo feel like he knew his dad more.



    “That was so long ago,” Leo began. “Actually, a few weeks before I met your Uncle Marc.” He reached out and took Marc’s hand. Marc grasped it tightly, giving it a light shake. “That was a really scary moment.”



    “What? When you met Uncle Marc?” Ella snarked.



    Marc gave her an unamused look. “That’s another story for a different time.”



    “How did you find out about Dad’s accident?” Emilia asked, curious about more details about something she did know much about.



    “My dad called me. I had just gone back to university after being home for a few weeks during summer vacation. He told me very forward, I’ll never forget those words: there was an accident; Elvie was flying a fighter jet and crashed. We are with him now and it doesn’t look good.” Leo didn’t add that his father had admitted that he had called to hear Leo’s voice.



    “Wait, your parents were with him?” Ella asked. Mattie and Emilia looked surprised too.



    Leo nodded. “There’s a good reason why your full name is Donnatella.” Leo smiled at that fact. ”Your grandparents were in India at the time of the crash and your dad was stationed at the base just outside of DC. So they called my parents and they were the ones who sat at his side for that first night. Obviously we were all so anxious and worried about your dad being okay, but I think - religious or not - we were all praying that they would make it back in time. And obviously he survived so they did.”



    “How close was he to dying?” Emilia was almost afraid of the answer.



    Leo shook his head. He wasn’t going to tell the kids things Elvie had told him in confidence. “I’m not a doctor and I wasn’t there. Those first few hours and days we weren’t given much optimism. But he pulled through.”



    “What was he like before?” Mattie asked.



    “Well, he was taller and could walk,” Leo said, stealing a line from Elvie himself. “But other than that… I think he matured faster, but he was just as sarcastic and snarky before.” Leo sighed. “I love you guys and I am always happy to talk to you guys about this stuff, but it’s past 3 AM. I say we get you guys to bed.”



    * * *



    After a half day of school, Marc picked up the Santos kids from school (Marc let his own kids go back home with the Secret Service) and took them to Walter Reed. Elvie had been put up in the Presidential suite so it was really more of a hotel suite than a hospital room.



    Elvie was sitting up in the hospital bed, looking tired but otherwise fine. He had an IV line in his hand was wearing a baggy sweater. Rose was sitting at his side in a mint green hoodie. They were taking this rare quiet afternoon just to hold hands and watch a movie. They could be working on their tablets, but they both knew quiet moments were what made their marriage strong.



    “Hey guys,” Elvie said with a smile when he saw the kids enter. “Thanks for bringing them,” Elvie said to Marc.



    “Did you poop?” Ella asked, walking to her father’s bed side.



    Elvie glared at Marc. “Yeah I pooped, but the worriers here wanna keep me till tomorrow morning just to make sure everything is okay. But we’re going to eat dinner and watch a movie, then you guys are going to go home with mom. Sounds good?” All the kids nodded. “Good! Now who’s not too big to cuddle with your dad?”



    Ella and Emilia decided they both could squish into the bed with their dad.
     
  5. Briannakin

    Briannakin Grand Moff Darth Fanfic & Costuming/Props Manager star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    Feb 25, 2010
    @mavjade I'm not sure if you got a notification for the above story, but I wrote something new!



    Title: Wrath of Rose

    Timeframe: December 2037; August 2054

    Characters: Elvie/Rose

    A/N: Written for the OTP: Seven Deadly Sins challenge. I was inspired by a conversation in the social thread. You really don’t need a background on this fandom or these OCs to understand this (Elvie is the son of a former-President and he later runs for Vice President with his childhood best friend, Leo Lyman). It’s a good PSA.

    May God bless you with holy anger at injustice, oppression,
    and exploitation of people, so that you may tirelessly work for
    justice, freedom, and peace among all people.

    -a Franciscan Prayer



    Elvie Santos jokingly referred to himself as “the unluckiest person in the world”. Of course it wasn’t true but there was the assassination attempt the night of his birth, being the president’s kid for the first 5 years of his life, crashing a fighter jet 4 years ago, and now this.


    Of course the airline would lose his wheelchair on the way to their honeymoon. Houston, LA, to Honolulu. They had left Houston and were now on the layover in LAX… and his wheelchair was not. No one knew where it was. He had put a gate tag on his wheelchair so it would be brought to him at the airplane door for him to use during the 3 hour layover. But the plain had landed and his wheelchair hadn’t been brought to him.



    He had transferred out of his seat, onto an aisle chair (he called it the Hanibal Lector chair since it was so skinny to fit down an aisle of an airplane) and now he was in a huge bulky airport transport wheelchair. It was horribly uncomfortable and he couldn’t move himself. It was a horrible start to their honeymoon.



    Rose.



    He was the luckiest guy in the world to have found her and married her. Except when she was mad. Hell knew no fury like her wrath.



    But at least he wasn’t on the receiving end of it right now.



    Rose was standing beside him, absolutely berating the gate agent. “You think it got put on the next flight,” she bit out. It was December 27th and the airport was insanely busy with holiday travellers rushing to - or from - home. “You need to go look and get my fiancé’s wheelchair.”



    Elvie could fight his own battles, but Rose was furious and he knew she just needed to get it out. So Elvie sat beside her, holding their carry-ons in his lap. Travelling was hard enough for him, but fearing his wheelchair being damaged or lost was the worst feeling. His wheelchair was built to custom to him and his needs. It couldn’t be easily replaced. God, he did not want to rely on Rose at all during this trip. He wanted to wait on her every need. He was so pissed off, but still felt the need to lighten her mood before Rose bit someone’s head off (and preferably not his).



    “Love, I’m your husband now, remember?” he said as he held her hand.



    She sighed, leaned down and kissed him. “Now I know why you hate airplanes.”



    “Pretty sure crashing a plane has more to do with why I hate air travel, but yeah, now I get why everyone who uses wheelchairs has a vendetta against air travel.”



    “Ma’am, sir, the wheelchair was taken along with the baggage to your next plane. I can get someone to bring it but it might take a while. It might be easier if you just use the transport chair. Your wheelchair will be safe where it is. I can have someone come push you if your wife doesn’t want to.”



    Elvie felt bad for the gate agent - this wasn’t her fault his wheelchair got tossed in with the rest of the baggage. Christmas travel was madness. But this wasn’t about Rose’s willingness to help him (he had no doubt she’d piggyback him if she had to). “No, I need my wheelchair, I’m in pain right now,” he said, and he was, trying to sit upright in this huge wheelchair was difficult, “and I will need to use my wheelchair to use the bathroom during my layover.” He didn’t want to have to find a bathroom big enough to have Rose help him, and he would need help. Plus he wanted to actually check and make sure his wheelchair wasn’t damaged during the first leg of the flight.



    “You’re in pain?” Rose asked in alarm. “Here,” she used her purse and his backpack to help support him.



    Eventually, his wheelchair was found and brought back to him. He smiled as he transferred. “There, much better.”



    “Maybe you should have a tracker on that thing,” she muttered, swinging her purse around her shoulder as they made their way towards their next gate - looking for something for lunch.



    “Oh, I do. I put a Tile in the seat pocket.”



    She glared at him. “You knew where it was the entire time?”



    “Yeah, that’s why I wasn’t too freaked out. I’m still pissed they lost it. But I have it now… it’s in one piece… for now, so let’s not let it ruin the rest of our honeymoon.”



    * * *



    17 Years Later…



    This was rather unlucky… even for Elvie (now Governor Santos, candidate for Vice President). Elvie sat on the tarmac in the aisle chair after being unloaded from the Lyman-Santos campaign plane. He stared in dismay at his carbon fibre wheelchair - the footplate was completely broken.



    Leo (Senator Lyman, candidate for President) stood beside him, uncharacteristically angry. “How could they do this? How could someone be so careless with a wheelchair?” He put his hands on his hips. “I’m going to call someone in Miami, make sure whoever did this knows it’s not okay.”



    “Leo, don’t waste your time, this happens all the time,” Elvie muttered as he tried to come up with a plan. He travelled with an assortment of tools and zip-ties for any quick fixes… but this wasn’t going to be a quick or easy repair.



    “That doesn’t make it okay! That makes it worse!”



    “Well then, become President and we can make stuff like this assault. Plus I bet this doesn’t happen on Air Force Two.... I bet I’ll be able to use my wheelchair on Air Force Two...” Elvie paused. “I guess I could duct tape it.”



    Josie walked behind him. “You are not duct taping your wheelchair together. Rosamie will kill me if she sees that.”



    “Rose is going to kill Leo anyways; his campaign broke my wheelchair.”



    Leo groaned. “Your wife is scary when she’s mad.”



    “Oh, I know,” Elvie said with a laugh. “But at least this time she’s going to be mad at you and not me.” An aide came up and handed him a back-pack. Elvie pulled out a roll of duct tape. He got to work. “Dont worry too much. It’s only for this afternoon. I’ll use my exoskeleton for this evening’s appearance. I’m back in Austin anyways tonight so I’ll be able to use one of my old wheelchairs until I can get this one fixed.”



    “Elvie,” Leo sighed, placing his hand on Elvie’s shoulder. “There’s so much in this country we have to fix. It makes me so angry.”



    “Yeah. Let’s start with my wheelchair.”
     
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  6. pronker

    pronker Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    Jan 28, 2007
    Wrath is useful, as we see here - it shows the devotion between lovers - and wrath at the world's conditions effect change, good for all concerned.

    This made me smile.

    Yay for McGiverism!

    *pictures this*

    Excellent timeskip here to show how more things change, stay the same, etc. etc. etc. =D=
     
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  7. Kahara

    Kahara Force Ghost star 4

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    Mar 3, 2001
    Inferno



    [face_love] Aww, this sweet kiddo! So glad that Josh and Sam have been able to get through some of the shyness and wariness Leo has from all his early traumas. It's not going to be an easy recovery, never mind adapting to a new family and life. But it seems like he's starting to realize he's well-loved by his new dads and they obviously adore him. Though I don't know the backstory here, it sure seems like it was meant to be that Sam and Josh found out this kid needed a home.

    It's incredibly sweet that Josh already has that parental intuition to realize that Leo's distress might be from having nightmares. (My knowledge of the show isn't very in-depth, but the way that his own dream went made me wonder if he's had his own bad experiences with fires. In any case, it's got to be tough to comfort a kid that you know has plenty of awful real experience behind their bad dreams. And he's able to handle that very well and with such compassion.)

    I think this is a different universe's young Leo from the one in some of your other stories? Anyway, he's precious and I hope we get to see more of him and his Abba and Daddy in better times at some point! :)

    Serenity

    Your Elvie and Rose stories are a delight and it's fantastic to meet the next generation of their family. [face_dancing] Emilia may feel like she's chasing after the feeling of serenity, but it seems like she's exactly the kind of person that others would see as the one who is the calm in the midst of a storm. (Always the one who knows the schedule, that does seem like the getting-things-done that I recall of Rose!)

    Though that doesn't make the challenges of being a teen easy -- especially given that she's trans and has the eyes of the literal whole world on her while navigating the question of how she's going to present herself and when. Rose and Elvie (and those annoying siblings, of course :p) are there on her team though, and that makes a kind of serenity amidst everything.

    Wrath of Rose

    Rose is such an interesting character, and I like that this focused on a more positive side of "wrath" -- sometimes getting mad about things is actually a necessary thing when it's in response to an injustice. Even if the poor gate agent was a hapless bystander, somebody along the line messed up big time. Elvie is already somewhat ahead of the problem (yay for technology) but it's still aggravating to have to deal with that on their honeymoon trip. And yeah, this time around her temper isn't directed towards him! :p As much as it's distressing for him to see her angry about something that he would rather wasn't even an issue, it can be nice to have someone on his side and I get the feeling that that is true here. (In a way, that's part of the whole marriage thing if it's going to work -- someone who hopefully doesn't have to fight your battles for you but will surely fight them beside you.)

    And yes, what @pronker said about the epilogue showing the more things change, the more they stay the same. But as Leo says, with luck they are going to be able to do something about it!

    (Also, I loved this part. [face_laugh])

     
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  8. Mira_Jade

    Mira_Jade The Fanfic Manager With The Cape star 5 Staff Member Manager

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    Jun 29, 2004
    It has been far too long since I've had the joy of reading anything in your and mav's 'verse, and this was a delightful story to dive back in with! What a fic! :D

    LAX IS THE DEEPEST CIRCLE OF HELL AND I FULLY BELIEVE THAT HIS CHAIR WAS LOST THERE.

    Eugh. Those aisle chairs are a sick joke. It's hard enough to stand by and watch them in use, let alone being the one who has to use them. (I even had a Captain throw an entire transport team off the plane for being so rude and curt to our passenger before, which was just beyond words awful and should have never happened.)

    I'm glad that Elvie can laugh about it though. I mean, what else can you do? It's one of those things that should be better . . . but it's just not.

    Ha! But her wrath was so fitting and satisfying - seeking justice, rather than a 'deadly sin'. Go get 'em!

    On an OTP aspect, it was beautiful: how much he wanted to take care of her, and she of him! [face_love]

    All points are fair! [face_laugh]

    Hear, hear!

    I was grinning like a loon by the end of this. The bonds between your OCs are just as strong as those if the original WW cast and I want to see them take on all of the fights and win. It's such a beautiful feeling. [face_love]


    Thanks for sharing such an awesome response to the challenge with us! =D= [:D]
     
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