#CAN WE HAVE NEWT'S CARD?????

[the-fiction-witch]

Tennis Match

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

Smut Seminonconsenual / nudity / forced orgasm/ anal/ object insertion / squirting

I was a little nervous today as Teresa and I want to meet up with Minho and Newt for a game of tennis. Nervous because I wasn't very good at the game Teresa is but I'm awful. And playing against Newt wouldn't be easy, he's good and Teresa knows full well about my crush on him. And lastly, I was nervous because I left my sports bra at home and there was no way I could play tennis with my usual bra the bones would cut me to pieces so as I wondered thought in my little sports kit I was nervous everyone could see my breasts even if they couldn't but it's still a nervous fear I have. Teresa scanned us in the door with her card and we entered into the room used for tennis and changed the sign in the door to fill meaning we wouldn't be distributed by others opening the door to try and use the room.

It was small court with high walls, skylights and of course the net across it. Minho was stood fixing his hair in his blue shorts and best and newt just beside him having a drink in his orange shorts and white shirt.

"Ooohhh hi girls" Minho smiled

"Hi" she smiled widely giving Minho his hug

"Hi" I waved awkwardly

"Hey love. You okay?" Newt asks

"Yeah just worried you guys are about to destroy me"

"Aww don't worry. I'll go easy on you" he winked going to return his bottle to his bag

I sat my bag down on my side and fiddled with my racket

"Boys vs girls?" Minho suggested

"Of course" Teresa said

"I'm good with that" newt nodded

"We betting?" Minho asked

"No it always ruins it, just for fun" newt said

"Okay, girls serve first. You go y/n" Teresa said grabbing the ball and throwing it over to me I tried to catch it but missed bad dropped the ball, and my racket almost tripping over

"Sorry"

"It's fine, come on girls let's play!" Minho laughed

I did… my best.

Which basically means I came in dead last and basically messed up everytime the ball came near me so the boys made easy work of us. After a good few games I sat on the bench feeling sorry for myself as Teresa grabbed her stuff and Minho's arm

"We're off to get a sports drink, you guys wanna come?" She suggested

Which was Teresa's code for her and Minho are going to the sauna to fool around as honestly every time we came to the fitness center they did it and if may actually be where they do more physical exercise.

"We're good. I was thinking we could play a little just me and you?" Newt suggested

"Are you sure?" I asked sheepishly

"Yeah I'm sure I could give you a hand love, I'd you want that is"

"Thank you, I'd love too" I smiled

Minho and Teresa then left and I felt kinda nervous all alone with newt

"So? One on one?"

"Hummm?"

"Shall we play a game? Just the two of us?"

"Ohh yeah course sorry -"

"It's okay, give me a basic serve and we'll go from there" he says giving me the ball and heading to his own size so I did my best and actually did okay he quickly hit it back and I messed up completely and the ball hit my head

"Owww!"

"Ohh bloody hell sorry y/n"

"It's okay"

"You alright?"

"I think so"

"Okay, let's try again I'll serve this time I promise I'll be nice and gentle" he says giving a very tender serve which I could just about manage "there you go, you're doing great. Now we can get a little faster"

"Okay" I nodded nervously and almost immediately I messed up and need up flat on my butt

"Sorry"

"It's no your fault newt. I'm sorry for being such a mess up"

"Hey it's okay you just need a little more practice" he says "here" he says jumping the net and coming over to me "you should stand a little firmer" he says holding my hips moving me a little and immediately I blushed hard "don't get scared of the ball" he says still adjusting my legs, my hips, my shoulders, "hold the racket a little higher you have better control that way" he says moving his hand up from my waist to stroke my arm and move my hand

"Uhh okay" I nodded

"Don't be so tight loosen the grip a little" he says stroking my hands "see isn't that better?" He asked his breath against my ear

"Yeah, thanks newt"

"No trouble. Keep your swing loose but don't go too crazy" he says, guiding me a little "there you go, see that ball should be scared of you" he says "ohhh nooo don't hurt me y/n I'm just a cute little ball. There's no need to be scared of me" he joked making the ball give My cheek a kiss making me giggle "there, I'll serve" he says taking the ball away and pressing a little kiss to my cheek himself which immediately turned me bright red as he went back to his side and immediately I forgot everything he told me! I did my best to carry in with our game and I didn't do too bad "AHH. Okay point to you"

"Really!"

"Yep."

"Yay!" I giggled

"Your doing good, You just have to remember keep your body square" he says coming and fixing my hips again "okay? Square" he says

"Square. Okay" I nodded

"Good girl love" he smiled "and maybe don't run around so much your skirts rising up" he smirked and I almost had a heart attack as his hand moved from my hip to under my skirt and he snapped my panties

"Ohh I'm so sorry" I said quickly fixing my skirt as I blushed

"Was I complaining?" He chuckled "let's make this game a little more interesting."

"Oh?"

"Next to score a point wins"

"Okay?"

"And the looser has to play the next game with their shirt off"

"Ohh! Uhhh I don't know"

"Come in it'll be fun"

"Well… okay" I blushed and we started our next game I did my best to play as well as I could with such intense focus and I got a point "yay!"

"Alright, deals a deal" he sighed pulling his shirt off revealing his thin but tones sweaty body "yes?"

"Uhhhhh nothing!" I blushed

"Come on your serve love"

"Yeah sorry" so I did my best even if he was so much more distracting now and I wasn't doing too has until it all went wrong.

I gave the ball a firm wack and immediately noticed something was wrong as my feet returned to the floor quickly I noticed my panties had snapped and now the tightness of My thighs is all that kept them on my legs

"Yes! I win" he smirked "you okay?"

"Uhhh I can't play anymore"

"What why not? Come on I thought we were having fun?"

"we were I just… I can't play anymore" I said in panick

"What is it?" He asks getting his shirt back in and coming over "did you hurt yourself?"

"Uhhh…"

"Come on sit down" he says ushering me to the bench "is it your ankle? Did you put your weight wrong? Your leg? Did you maybe pull a muscle? Maybe a cramp?" He suggested running his hands up my legs trying to soothe me I didn't know what to say or how to respond or even his to fix this byhe moved my leg a little too much and my broken panties came rumbling down my legs and onto the floor "oh." He says and I turned bright red wanting to bury myself in the pile of mats "I didn't think I snapped them quiet that hard" he chuckled "sorry love"

"It's okay, not time fault"

"It's okay one of those things no need to be embarrassed" he says still gently stroking my legs "that nice?" He asks as he massaged my leg

"It is but there's nothing wrong with my leg newt"

"I know. I just wanted to make you feel a little better" he Cooes giving my legs a sweet massage it was really nice and did make me feel better so I relaxed a little against the bench enjoying how nice it was until I heard his sly chuckle and I looked down at him noticing he knelt on the floor massaging my leg but he was holding my leg up a little higher then he needed and thus peaking under my skirt "ummm hello"

"Newt!" I yelped pushing my skirt down to hide myself

"Sorry, I was curious" he shrugs "come on, just a little peak" he smirked moving his hands up my legs over my knees as he did he pushed my knees apart and moved himself into the space between them before his hands moved up and across my thighs under my skirt until his hands where stroking over where my panties band would have sat stroking his fingers across me without the elastic and fabric in his way "there's no reason we need to stop our game" he whispered

"But my -"

"Yeah? So what? Maybe you can use it as a distraction for me. Come on you've already been playing all this time without a bra like panties makes any difference"

"You -"

"I'm not stupid love. I know how much your tits bounce. I couldn't help getting distracted by these while we plaid." He smirked taking a hand out from under my skirt and slipping up my top to fondle my breast "uhhh fuck- uummm Plus sometimes your cute little nips poke through your shirt"

"Oh my god" I blushed trying to cover… all of me at this point

"Aww I think it's cute come on one more game then maybe we can go to the sauna and take your whole outfit off" he whispered

"I uhhhh I'd rather we just stay here*

"Yeah? Okay. One more game" he says getting up and kissing my nose before he headed to his side for one more game so I got up nervously unsure how I could play like this "how's about a deal"

"What?"

"If you beat me I'll do whatever you want me too" he winked "but if I win you have to do whatever I want you too"

"Okay" I blushed

"Good girl. Your serve" he smirked throwing me the ball so I did my best all while trying to keep concealed but he was doing gae better then me so I decided to roll my skirt up and purposely bounce around often distracting him but even so he was no match for me not when hes really trying and I quickly lost "I win"

"Okay" I sighed

"Come here love" he smirked leaning on the net so I went over "one leg over"

"Uhh okay" I blushed moving one leg over the net he then smirked and pushed my back down so I bent over

"There we go" he smirked "if you move your Hands your in big trouble" he warns so I nodded "net between your tits" he smirked so I did as he asked adjusting so the net sar between my breasts "good girl. Now feet on the floor" he ordered so I did it "good flat on the floor now and keep those legs wide for me love" he smirked so I did as he asked and he moved slightly so I couldn't see him but he clearly could see me "awww yeah hello love" he smirked slapping my ass "now you stay nice and still for me. I'm gonna play a game I've been wanting to play with you for years" he smirked he pulled my cheeks apart spreading my pussy as he did he adjusted the net so the top plastic protective part of the net now sat against my clit and pussy he smirked holding my skirt up so he could see and he grabbed the nets loops a few down and began to lift or as if curling a weight lifting, tugging and rubbing the net leaving It to mercilessly run against my most sensitive places

"Uhhhhh newt!" I whined bright red as I felt my wetness already dripping down my legs but he just kept going without mercy for a moment "uuuuuuuhhh newt please stop I'll-"

"Aww is it really that good?" He smirked and I nodded "perfect. I wanna watch you cum" he smirked speeding up his movements leaving to squeal for mercy from the overwhelming pleasure but he ignored me only ever muttering things clearly enjoying tormenting me he stopped for a moment giving me a second to breathe but he returned to his pace immediately and I felt the base of his racket push it's way inside my pussy making me squeal as he used it to fuck me all while he still moved the net by now I imagined a puddle on the floor as I was utterly soaked desperate to cum "come on love cum for me. I wanna watch you cum before I fuck you myself" he smirked getting more intense with both and I was so so close my screams uncontrollable "how about I do this?" He smirked pulling the racket out of me using the juices I had covered it in as lube as he pushed it inside analy and thrust his fingers in my pussy which was enough for me to cum squirting all over him and the net "awww good girl love" he smirked slapping my ass taking the racket away and helping me to climbing off the net even if my legs were jelly, he grabbed my ass and pulled me into his chest stating at my breasts as my shirt has ridden up too "you look so fucking good" he growled pulling me into an intense kiss "come on. You walk all the way to the sauna without panties baby I'll fuck you raw"

"Okay newt" I giggled fixing my clothes grabbing my stuff making sure to flash him as I bent over

"Go on I'll be following" he smiled slapping my ass 

[xxtc-96xx]

I know you said Newt was regifted the fruitcake, but now I have an image of her in a liquor store wearing a trench coat and hat, trying to get the ingredients for this cool new cake she heard of.

“Hello, yes I am a human who can talk telepathically. I would like one liquor please.”

Hopefully she doesn’t get carded.

We all know she’d probably just steal it and avoid human interaction at all XD (but still leave money on the counter for it)

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 7!!!

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It will not surprise you at all, dear Reader, to learn that Aziraphale keeps very little in his kitchen cupboards. There is no stove or oven, and the only thing in the fridge is milk (for his tea no doubt). When you start opening cupboards, you find one pack of custard creams, and a second one of chocolate digestives. Well, it will have to do. You find yourself a small plate and fill it half and half before heading back into the shop just in time to say goodbye to Anathema and Newt.

As they leave, you turn to the supernatural entities in the room.

“So,” You say, “If we’re going to the States, then we have a few problems. First, I don’t have my passport or any ID at all, so airport security is going to be fun. Second, I have no money. Third, I’m gonna need a Walmart or something because I don’t even have a toothbrush, my dudes. Fourth, these,” You indicate the cookies, “are fine for a snack, but overall they’re not gonna cut it.”

“You just leave the airport security to us,” Aziraphale replies. You make a note that he glided right past ‘my dudes,’ they’re getting used to you already. Dammit. “As for the rest of it,” Aziraphale continues, “I suppose a trip to Tesco’s is in order.”

Crowley produces a shiny black credit card from nowhere and hands it to you. “We’ll take the Bentley,” he says. He starts to stand, but you shake your head.

“Nuh-uh, you both stay here,” You say. Crowley raises his eyebrow.

“You realize we can take care of ourselves,” he says, “We’ve been doing it for a few millennia.”

“I’m not talking about that,” You say, “Look, what we’re going into is really dangerous. And I know that your pattern is to just wait to talk about things until you’re in the clear, but that’s not a good idea anymore. I mean, I get that I’m not exactly an expert, but I read just as much as you do and I’ve heard a million stories by this point in my life, and in NONE of them do people ever say ‘I’m so glad I never told them how I feel’ - you know? It’s always ‘I wish I would have’ or ‘I should have told them every day.’ So Muriel and I will go ask Maggie to take us to Tesco, and you two need to talk. Please. While it’s safe, while you have the chance, before things get dangerous and possibly deadly.”

Crowley and Aziraphale are silent. You notice that they aren’t looking at each other. Well, you’ve done your best. Now you need to trust them.

At this point, dear Reader, you are probably thinking to yourself ‘well I would snoop and spy on them while they talk! I want to watch them make out!’ But here is the thing – in this world they are real people, not characters. It’s one thing to say that you would creep on them from the other side of this fiction, but when they’re very real and looking at you in person, things are a little different. For one thing, you realize that real people deserve things like boundaries and privacy, especially for sensitive conversations.

And so, you take Muriel over to Maggie’s shop, where you explain that Mr. Fell has sent the two of you on an errand and you need to stop for dinner somewhere and have no idea where anything is. You flash her the credit card and say ‘It’s all on me,’ and she conveniently agrees with a look on her face that says something like ‘least they could do after all that shit they put us through.’

So the three of you go for dinner at the nearest Weatherspoons, where you and Maggie eat while Muriel watches in morbid fascination. Then you all take the bus to Tesco where you buy yourself a small wardrobe, and manage to coax Muriel into some light blue jeans and an argyle jumper so they look a little less like the Beacon of Gondor. You quickly find out that Muriel has an adorable fascination with fuzzy socks, novelty mugs, and coloured pencils. Of course, you enable their fascinations with a happy heart, and as an afterthought, you grab them a small pot of orange daisies from the flower section. It will give them something alive to tend to while you’re gone. Muriel appreciates the thought. All in all, it’s a long but good time.

You don’t know about the talk, and you’re worried about asking when you get back.

THAT BEING SAID

You and I, dear Reader, not actually being in that world, are allowed certain privileges.

The bookshop is silent for a long time. Both of them are thinking, digesting, processing. Feelings are hard to feel, and harder to put into words. Especially when it has been made clear, twice now in the span of a number of hours, that you absolutely need to put them into words.

It isn’t until after Crowley notices you, Muriel, and Maggie heading down the street that he stands up and begins to pace. A few more minutes pass before he speaks.

“So...uhm...are you going to go first or should I?”

“Are we...are we actually going to do this? Have this talk I mean?” Aziraphale has been shelving books to try and take the edge off. Now he puts down the book in his hands and absent-mindedly fidgets with his ring.

“Well, I mean we don’t have to,” Crowley says, aiming for non-chalance and missing ever-so-slightly, “No one can actually make us.”

“Yes, except it feels very much like everyone is trying to.”

“Trying is the key word there.”

“That’s true enough I suppose.”

The silence returns and stretches. It is anything but comfortable. The air is full of words that they have been told they should say, words that perhaps they want to say, but words that have been dammed up with fear and uncertainty for so long now that they’ve become very hard to un-stick. After a while, Aziraphale clears his throat and speaks.

“I, erm, I suppose you had better go first.”

“Me, right, okay.” Crowley clears his throat now and stops his pacing near the desk. He looks down at the scattered papers and books, the pens and photos and newspaper clippings. The assorted clutter of Aziraphale’s life. Looking away makes it easier to start. He takes a breath. “Um..right...well...we’ve known each other a long time. We’ve been on this planet a long time – you and me, I mean. I’ve always been able to rely on you, and you’ve always relied on me,” another breath, “We’re a team, yeah? A group of the two of us. And...erm...we pretend that we aren’t. Always have. Safer that way I guess.” He looks up at Aziraphale. The angel isn’t looking at him, but he nods anyway to show that he’s listening. Crowley continues. “And I mean...I’ve tried not to think about it much before but...but it would be nice, I mean, UGH” He takes off his sunglasses and rubs a hand over his eyes as though he can massage the words and make them easier to say. “I mean, I would like to spend...mmm….I would like to spend the rest not pretending anymore. Be an us. I mean,” suddenly the dam breaks, and Crowley finds the words come tumbling out, “If Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, we can. We don’t need Heaven or Hell, they’re both toxic. We can be an us, on our side. You and me. What do you say?” He looks at Aziraphale without reservation now. His angel looks back at him, eyes wide. When he does speak, it’s with a smile and a small nod of acknowledgment rather than agreement.

“That was very well done Crowley,” he says. This isn’t an answer.

“Nnyeah, thanks. Your turn though.”

“Right, I suppose it is.” Aziraphale takes a moment to gather himself. After hearing Crowley be so open about this, he feels more resolved himself to do this properly. He faces Crowley and folds his hands to keep himself grounded. “Crowley,” he begins, “I...I wish that this conversation were happening under better circumstances. Although it’s been pointed out that ideal circumstances aren’t a promise that we can wait around for. Well, the thing is that I would like the same thing. Very much in fact. My biggest concern by far is for your safety because, well, frankly I don’t see the point in saving the world again if you’re not around to enjoy it with me. An us, as you said. You and me.” He smiles. Crowley smiles.

“Guess we’d better save the world together then. And try not to die.”

“Yes, quite.”

“Aziraphale?”

“Yes, Crowley?”

“You’re my angel. No one else.”

“And you, my wiley serpent. No one else.”

The shop bell dings.

“We’re baaaaaack!” You sing as you waltz through the door, shopping bags in hand. Muriel follows after you, carefully carrying their daisies. “Did you miss us?”

When you eventually get the courage to ask them about their talk later, you get a “ngk” from Crowley, and a “We’ve said all that needs to be said, for now.” from Aziraphale. And that, you suppose, will have to do.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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[nomoreusername]

Pretend

Pairing:Newt x female reader

Summary:To help savor the rest of his time here, Newt keeps pretending to be fine.

I was breaking. Slowly, steadily, gradually, I was falling apart. I was going to be something evil, something not even recognizable as once human.

Maybe I should say something. Maybe I should tell somebody. Maybe I should speak up and request a side mission for another cure like the one Brenda got.

If we focus on me though, all of the attention won't be on Minho. That would make saving him harder than it has to be because of me. I can't do that to him. I won't do that to my best friend.

It’s wrong how now that I actually want to live I’m going to die. It’s every level of messed up that there is. I overcame so much. I felt okay waking up in the morning. I made friends who mean the world. I got an amazing girlfriend that I had an entire future planned with.

Not anymore I guess. Just as my life begins, it will end. Just like that, it's lights out for me.

Sighing, I sat on the roof, ignoring the chill from the morning air. In my short sleeves, I looked at the growing bite, wondering how it could all come to this.

Deep down, I know Y/N will come looking for me soon. She’s not a very good sleeper so when she wakes up and realizes I’m not there, she’ll try to find me. She probably will too. I’ll probably tell another lie for the sake of keeping attention off of me.

Figuring there was too much sunlight for comfort now even though it was just my eyes adjusting, I slipped my jacket pack on and went to leave. Plus, I swear that I'm going to vomit if I kept looking at it. I’m both repulsed by it and amazed that I’ve kept this under wraps for so long. Surely, that's some kind of record. Longest hidden Crank transformation. That's worthy of a trophy.

Too bad the reward is Minho living a nice life and me dying.

While I’m nothing but relieved that he’ll end up okay, I’m admittedly bitter about the cards I’ve been dealt. It's like the game was rigged from the start and definitely not in my favor.

I’m a lot more tired than I’ve ever been now, and I know that getting up hours before everyone else isn't helping. I’m sure it will take a toll on my face too. I’m probably going to die with dark bags under my eyes.

I’ve got to play it cool until then. I’ve got to go under the radar, get Minho, and make sure everyone I care about and love gets out of the city and to the Safe Haven. Plain and simple.

Putting my hand on the door, I went to open it only for it to fly open, nearly hitting me in the face. Letting go, I quickly backed away a safe distance. Standing straight up, I found myself completely calm. I guess after getting jumped by a bunch of Cranks the things that used to startle you just seem less significant.

My girl was standing there, a sheepish expression on her face as she apologized for not knocking. Playing with her hands, she met my eyes as waited for me to respond.

“It's okay. You didn't know I was here,”I assured her, giving her a genuine, hopefully regular smile. Letting out a relieved sigh, she then asked what I was doing up here anyways.

As I looked at her, at her sweet face, at her warm eyes, at her soft lips, at her gentle and full of kindness personality, I was overcome with the urge to blurt it all out. I just wanted to drop to my knees and cry. I just wanted her to promise that she wouldn't even tell anybody but instead hold me tight and never let me go.

“Just thinking,”I shrugged.

I would not be doing any of those things. Not today, not tomorrow, and not for as long as I can help it. While I’m still in control, I’m going to savor every bit of it.

I'm also going to treasure every second I have left with her. Not the stressed out ones spent arguing and planning. Nice and peaceful moments that would give her just a few more good memories before I left.

“Do you want to sit out here for a little bit and watch the sunrise with me?”I offered.

“Of course. You know that's basically my favorite date with you,”She accepted, a wide grin on her face as she stepped out and shut the door behind her. Wrapping my arm around her shoulder, I placed a kiss on her temple as I walked her over to the edge to just sit and talk.

“Yeah. Mine too,”I agreed. Resting her head on my shoulder, she held my hand that was around her as her other was on my knee. Placing my free hand over that one, I traced circles on her knuckles with my thumb as I took a deep breath, taking in her scent of honey. A scent just as soft and comforting as her.

“I know you tell me I say it enough, but just in case I haven't lately, I love you,”She told me, the happiness clear as day in her tone.

“I love you too. Remember that no matter what I’ll never stop loving you? Remember that I only ever want you to be happy? Okay?”I whispered, holding back a lump in my throat.

“I know that, and moments like these are enough to keep me going. They're that consistent, good thing that I just know we’ll have forever. You know what I mean?”

Closing my eyes to stop the tears, I squeezed her hand as I tried to pretend her words were true.

“Yeah. I do.”

[zer0brainc3lls]

Incorrect tmr quotes except it’s B99 (again)

Thomas: like what’s another rule we could break?!

Newt: no making out at work 🤭

Thomas: thats is very flattering Newt but there are some rules I shall never-

Newt *takes Thomas hand*: let’s go

Thomas *lets Newt pull him*: ok! :D

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Newt: WHERE is my dog. *an identical dog walking next to him*

Chuck: aren’t you standing right next to him?!

Newt: THIS BITCH?! PLEASE.

-

Alby: congrats on making it to the second round Thomas. Said I. Sarcastically.

Thomas: *wtf?!*

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Newt: no photos of Ava Paige

Minho: that’s because vampires don’t show up on film, perhaps we should be looking for a 1700 century print.

-

(I’ve already done this one but idc)

Minho: motorcycles are death machines, I have 3 kids at home I’m not risking it! *throws Newt the keys*

Newt *catches keys*: are you saying my life matters less because I don’t conform to society’s heteronormative kid centric ideas?

Minho: are you REALLY playing the gay card right now?!

Newt yas queen. *throws Minho the keys* *clicks fingers*

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Newt: you just as competitive as we (him and Minho) are!

Alby: absurd! I am more competitive! Now who’s, DA BOMB.

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Alby: why is no one having a good time?! I specifically requested it.

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Newt: aren’t you forgetting something?!

Minho: *stops walking away* uhhh… *very awkwardly kisses newt on the forehead and begins to quickly walk off*

Newt: NOO PAY YOUR BILL. *gestures to table* DAMN WHO RAISED YOU.

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Thomas: never thought I would see the day Teresa sided with Ava AND Janson. Mark the day Brenda, may 8th of 4pm. :(

Brenda: oh honey we are WELL into October..

Thomas: Really?! 😭

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Thomas: the worst part is he got away :( *in hospital bed*

Newt: THATS the worst part?! You could’ve died man.

Thomas: I wasn’t hurt that badly!! The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that’s where the blood is supposed to be!

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Newt: here are two pictures, one is your locker, the other is a garbage dump in the Philippines. Can you tell which is which?

Minho: *deep concentration* that ones the dump?

Newt: WRONG. THERE BOTH YOUR LOCKER.

Minho: AGH I SHOULDVE GUESSED THAT. Hes good!

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Minho: yeah how cool- I mean how awful is that?

Alby: very cool, I mean awful.

Minho: *gasp* :D

[marigold-hills]

Precious Things (Part 1)

a Remus Lupin Yuletide Miracle

Day One: Party | @wolfstarmicrofic

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PART 2

*🎄🎄🎄*

“It’s a fad,” Remus tells his frantic boss, raising his voice over the screeching of owls. Even here, in the management room deep in the bowels of the post office, they can be clearly heard. Some nights, Remus hears them in his sleep.

“It’s not a fad!” Aberforth responds, hand banging on the wooden desk. “It's a dismantling of our way of living, our traditions, not to mention a threat to yours and mine livelihood.”

Remus looks to the ceiling for patience. It’s a sort of off-grey, off-beige colour that happens in rooms where smoking used to be allowed. “It’s an enchanted quill,” he says to one of the more interesting stains.

“Precisely!” Aberforth grows, somehow, impossibly, even more agitated. “It’s so simple we didn’t see it coming and yet here it is, and in just a month we’re already down by almost half the letters. And it’s December!”

That much, Remus has to admit, is true. In the ten years he’d spent working at the post office, he’s never seen it so quiet. The approach to Yule has always been their busiest time - holiday cards and party invites and people suddenly remembering to write to their estranged relatives - but this year?

Remus is doing a lot of standing around, this year. There are no letters getting lost for him to find if there aren’t that many letters in the first place.

“You’ll do it, then?” Aberforth pushes.

“Let me reiterate,” Remus answers slowly, like it could bring some sanity back into the conversation. “You want me to purchase one of those instant quills-“

“They’re called iQuill,” Aberforth interrupts.

“Ridiculous name. Very well. You want me to purchase an iQuill and what… use it?”

“Precisely,” Aberforth flashes what Remus has learnt is meant to be a persuasive smile. It looks vaguely threatening. “Figure out what makes them so popular. How we could implement it to bring people back to sending proper letters.”

“Aberforth,” Remus pushes the pads of his palms over his eyes until he sees twinkly lines in the blackness. A little festive touch in a run-up to a migraine. “I suspect that the answer is in the name. They’re instant. And unless you’re going to teach owls to Apparate, I don’t think you’ll be able to compete.”

Aberforth huffs out something under his breath - sounds like words which shouldn’t be uttered in polite company - and leaves the management room the same way he entered it: no hello, no goodbye. No pleasantries at all.

Remus is used to it. Aberforth has been his boss for a long, long time. With his strange quirks and even stranger brother and a penchant for having a couple pints at lunchtime, there isn’t much he can do that’s surprising.

It’s the two of them at the Wizarding Mail London Headquarters, no 37 Diagon Alley: the two of them, a stray ginger cat Remus feeds cans of tuna, and an ever changing rotation of part-timers: kids right out of Hogwarts who didn’t quite meet the requirements for what they wanted to do and are bumming off time while waiting to retake their NEWTS. From November they would usually have two, but this year there was no need so they stuck to the one they already had, a stocky boy whose name Remus didn’t bother learning.

They come and go all the time, is the thing. And Remus stays.

He hadn’t bothered to learn their names for a few years.

*🎄🎄🎄*

PART 2

Notes:

hi! Hello! After the false start I’m having a bit of a blast writing something Christmassy because well it’s the season and I might not have snow here but I can make up for it by writing about our favourite idiots. this whole work is dedicated to @magicbeings because it only exists thanks to that weird Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan movie fics brainstorm day we had ❤️

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[rypnami]

hello hogwarts legacy fans!!

i am re-opening invites to my discord server!

we’re a small community just to hang out, talk HL, chat about characters, share MC lore, and all that fun stuff! memes too. lots of memes.

we also recently got trading cards!! waow!! it’s weirdly addicting and some of them are really random.

i’m in a competition with myself to see who can get the first newt card. he hasn’t appeared yet, tragic.

anyway, we’d love to have you! shoot me a DM either here or on my discord (sallowsimp) if you’d like an invite ❤️

[chalkstardust]

Day 9: Compatibility for @lastdaysofwar

Newt fucked up.

On the one hand, he proved that he was right, which is awesome! On the other hand, Pentecost wants him to Drift again, which is significantlyless awesome.

Because while Newt stands by how groundbreaking an idea it was, the issue of compatibility never even occurred to him. Whoops? 

He's lucky he didn't fry his brain, and probably has Hermann to thank for that. If he hadn't gotten to the lab when he did... well, let's not go there. Honestly, Newt shouldn't be compatible with anyone, so it was always going to be a risk. Lack of compatibility doesn't technically mean you won't be able to Drift together, you're just more likely to have a bad time. Hard to say if this one counts as "successful" considering he's dealing with an alien species, but since he didn't die, he'll take that as a win. 

"Go the corner of Fong and Tull," Pentecost says, taking a card from his jacket pocket and handing it over to Newt. "Show them that card, look for that symbol."

At first, he thinks Pentecost means both of them, but no, he needs Hermann up in LOCCENT, so Newt's on his own.

Hermann looks like he wants to object, but instead turns to follow the Marshal out of the lab. Orders are orders, huh? It's fine, Hermann probably would've hated being dragged around the city anyway, especially in the rain. Still, Newt can't help but feel a bit disappointed. For a minute back there, after Hermann pulled him out of the Drift (and Newt managed to make out what the fuck was happening), he'd thought that maybe... maybe there was still something there, after all this time; Hermann had been pretty freaked out. Or maybe he would've reacted that way to finding anyone in that situation. If it had been the other way around, and Newt found Hermann like that? Shit. He'd have a fucking a meltdown.

But things went down the way they did, and he doesn't really have time to unpack all that right now. He's got a mission. 

Newt pockets the card, along with a small black light to reveal the hidden symbol. Admittedly, that parts's pretty cool.

Grabbing his jacket, he stops to take a quick glance in the mirror above the lab sink. Ugh. He has definitely seen better days. Leaning forward, he examines the red ring around his iris, trying to decide if it looks off-putting or badass. Who knows, between that and the dried blood on his collar, maybe Chau will find him intimidating.

Hopefully he won't give Newt too much trouble. And hopefully he'll have what they need. 

"Do we really hope that?" Newt asks his reflection. Yes, yes we do. It's only the fate of the world at stake, ha ha no pressure. He takes a deep breath. Fortune favors the brave, right?

He's a rock star, he can do this.

He's already done this. Doing it a second time, though?

Newt's either coming back a hero, or not at all.

[hermannsthumb]

9 / 13 / 27 for the prompt fills? 😮

9. Stargazing + 13. Family Reunion + 27. Power Outage

from summer prompts meme here

looking back at some old unfilled askbox prompts and went and took some generous liberties with this one......

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It’s been kind of weird not having shit to do. That’s not technically true, because Newt and Hermann have plenty of shit they could do, but none of it is particularly time-sensitive or, like, interesting—a lot of paperwork, sleepovers at Shatterdome medical to get prodded and poked at, and mandatory meetings with PPDC higher-ups. No glamorous magazine spreads just yet. Newt’s holding out hope for those, though. Specifically they haven’t had shit to do in the lab, other than packing up their (newly defunct?) research in moving boxes, final destination still currently TBD. No magazine spreads, but plenty of universities begging and outright bribing them to set up shop on their campuses. Newt’s still not totally sold on returning to academia yet, but he's been enjoying feeling like homecoming king.

Basically they can afford to take a few days off. To Newt’s surprise it was Hermann who brought up the topic of vacation in the first place (would you be inclined to join me in Germany for a week?), and though it’s unfortunately not the luxury spa resort he had in mind (and that he would’ve found an excuse to charge all the expenses of to his PPDC-issued travel card), Newt’s game. He's game for anything that gets Hermann to unwind a little. He was less game when Hermann revealed the reason—a reunion dinner with his family (three terrifying siblings and two terrifying parents) at Hermann’s childhood home in the countryside, something which Newt can’t imagine going well for anyone involved.

Still, it’ll be fun to see where Hermann grew up, and they’ll have a whole bonus six days over there to do anything else they want. Hermann also seemed mildly terrified at the thought of going alone, and Newt definitely owes him one after the whole drifting with a kaiju thing. Possibly those aren’t comparable sacrifices. Newt’s basically a saint here.

They rent a car to drive from their hotel to Hermann’s house themselves instead of calling a cab like Hermann wants to do. A rental car gives them more freedom, Newt argues, and Hermann reluctantly accepts, too grumpy from the flight over to put up an argument of his own in return—they can take a longer route and see more of the country, make a fun little k-science road trip out of it.

The idea seemed more fun at the time. It's summer! People take road trips in the summer! Newt and Hermann have spent five long years crammed into a damp, chilly basement together, and they earned some open roads and open skies. Take in the natural beauty of the world, still standing as it was against all odds. Or something.

"Are we here already?"

"No," Hermann says. "I don't know why we're—did you fall asleep? You're meant to be navigating."

"Jet lag, man," Newt says, and yawns into his elbow. "I'm stupid sleepy. You sure we're not here?"

"Does it look if we—? Oh, I don't believe it," Hermann snarls as the car wheezes to a halt. "Now?"

Newt started getting the impression the second they left their hotel that Hermann doesn’t realllly want to go. And why would he? By all accounts his family dynamic kind of sucks and they most likely only invited Hermann as some weird hand-wavey apology for all those years of—uh, well, kind of sucking. We’re really sorry about the whole wall thing, Hermann, but now that you’re all famous and have an incredibly hot boyfriend, won’t you please show your face around us again?

Newt’s flattering himself here. He wasn’t actually invited. He has a distinct feeling he was the opposite of invited. When he asked Hermann about it (you sure it’s cool if I come?) Hermann just scowled and said something to the effect of they should expect that I would bring you, it’s only natural given that we are— and then pretended to cough a bunch. Newt politely handed him a glass of water and didn’t press him further. They are something! They’re k-science, Newt and Hermann. Good enough for Newt.

He loves a party. He’s not sure he’ll love a Gottlieb party, but he’ll make it work, even if Hermann wouldn’t let him bring his guitar or buy fun booze or dress in anything but his most formal pair of slacks. My family isn’t that lively, Hermann said. He bought Newt three depressingly boring non-skinny ties to choose from and spent the week leading up to their flight subtly hinting to Newt that he really ought to get a haircut. Hermann knows a fellow at the Shatterdome, even, who will do it for pennies. Make him look nice and presentable. If that’s who does your hair, man, I really doubt that, Newt said, and then Hermann threw several pieces of chalk at him and definitely-not-deliberately knocked Newt’s iced coffee over onto his pants on his way out of the lab.

It gets Newt so hot and bothered when Hermann resorts to petty stuff like that. He got the haircut.

“You were supposed to fill the tank!” Hermann shouts, smacking his hand against the dashboard like it’s going to help. His palm is conveniently covering the fuel gauge, and Newt nudges it away until they can both plainly see they have almost three-fourths of a tank to go.

“I did, you dick,” he says, and Hermann shuts his mouth real fast. “The engine’s probably busted or the battery’s dead or something. Dude, they totally gave us a crap car just because we wouldn’t take the cybertruck.”

“Rubbish,” Hermann says under his breath. He turns the key in the ignition twice, and the engine makes a few pathetic stuttering noises. The car doesn’t budge.

Newt shakes his head. “No good. Cybertruck revenge. Switch it off, I'm gonna take a look under the hood.”

“Oh, and I suppose one of your doctorates is in mechanics, then?”

Newt ignores him and gets out of the car. Mildly annoyed as he is at Hermann, he’s still careful to roll up the sleeves of the button-down Hermann picked out for him and twist his body as far away as possible from the car as he pops the hood and squints inside. Hermann will be very sad if he gets his clothes dirty.

Truthfully, not that he's going to admit it to Hermann, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. His dad tried to teach him once years back, but Newt lost interest once they took the engine apart and he realized it was much more fun to try to rebuild it into something else entirely, like a robot or something. Not that he succeeded there either.

“It’s definitely not working,” he decides.

The other car door slams, and he hears Hermann shuffle off to the side with a loud, disgruntled sigh. Newt shuts the hood and taps at his cell phone fruitlessly. No reception out here on his shitty roaming data, and even if he did have any he’s not sure where they’d find, like, an actually certified mechanic willing to drive all the way out to the middle of nowhere to tow them to Hermann’s parents’ in time for dinner. Maybe in time for lunch tomorrow, but that’s still kinda pushing it. He doesn’t bother asking to try Hermann’s—he left it back at the hotel, allegedly by accident, but Newt has a lurking suspicion that it was subconsciously in the hopes of something like this happening. Oops, sorry, no way to get in touch with anyone, looks like we won’t be able to make it tonight after all.

If they pick a direction and start walking now they might be able to get some cell service or at least find a hotel nearish-by with a phone they could borrow. Maybe some quaint and eye-wateringly expensive Airbnbs. It seems like the kind of place they would have those. On the other hand, wandering around in the German wilderness (relative wilderness, anyway) at dusk is maybe a bad idea. Cliché horror movie shit.

He catches a whiff of stale smoke and whirls around to stare incredulously at Hermann. “Where the hell were you hiding those?” he says.

Hermann, scowling around a cigarette, shrugs one shoulder. “Sock,” he says. “Only three. You know how they are, my family—I felt I may need to invent an excuse to duck outside. Oh, fine.”

He takes one final drag of the cigarette before flicking it to the ground and grinding at it with the end of his cane until it’s nothing but a flattened smear of paper and tobacco ash in the dirt. He thumps his cane at it twice. Then he smacks his cane against the front tire of the car with a metallic thud. Newt perks up in alarm. “Cool it, we didn’t get the insurance.”

“Bloody piece of trash,” Hermann says.

He slumps against the side of the car, smearing grime and probably some smashed bugs all over his clean shirt, and rubs a hand down his face. Newt hesitates a few seconds to make sure he’s not about to start swinging again before sidling up next to him cautiously. He wonders if he should try to give Hermann a hug or an affectionate pat on the shoulder. It’s not something they usually do, affection in general, but Hermann might appreciate the gesture. “It’s just dinner,” Newt finally says. “I didn’t even think you wanted to go.”

“I don’t,” Hermann says.

“Okay, then this is a good thing, right?" Newt says. "We didn’t even have to make up an excuse. This is legit, man, and I mean, it’s not like I was dying to spend some quality time with the in-laws.” Can Newt say that? In-laws? He and Hermann aren’t married or anything, but he’s not sure what else he’d call Hermann’s family that doesn’t sound like he’s deliberately dancing around saying in-laws. “Basically, we’re in the clear.”

Hermann says nothing.

“Wait.” Newt frowns. “Did you think I wanted to go?” The idea hasn’t occurred to him until now (because, like, why would it?), but with Hermann being all weird like this…

“Of course not,” Hermann says. There’s an unspoken but there. Hermann hesitates. Newt waits. The sun is almost finished setting, and under different circumstances he thinks it would actually be a pretty nice night out, like the ones they spent back on the Shatterdome roof bitching at each other and sharing shitty takeout dinner and squinting up at the sky to try to see stars through the light pollution of the city. He wonders if pointing that out to Hermann would piss him off more.

Hermann finally sighs. “I suppose I wanted to introduce you to everyone, is all.”

Newt knows Hermann’s family. Newt actually knows Hermann’s family famously, or maybe he means infamously, and maybe he also means that they know him, thanks to the unfortunate combination of his less-than-stellar professional reputation, his widely-ridiculed televised appearances shortly after the first kaiju made landfall where he pushed the whole extraterrestrial origin angle, and the extremely dramatic, uh, everything he’s had going on with Hermann for well over a decade now. Also, Newt spilled wine on Hermann’s dad at fundraiser once, and the resulting shouting match got them both (plus a not-very-innocent-bystander Hermann) thrown out. The verdict is still out on whether Newt did it intentionally or not. “I think they know me pretty well, dude,” he says.

“Introduce you,” Hermann continues, forcing the words out through gritted teeth, “as my…partner.”

They know we worked together, Newt almost says, and then he thinks ohhh. “Ohhh,” he says.

“Not that I desire their approval for our relationship,” Hermann adds quickly, “or have desired, ever. In fact I rather hope they don’t approve. It’s just that I…” He lifts a hand towards Newt’s arm, stops, grazes his fingers against Newt’s sleeve, and drops away. His teeth are clenched so tightly Newt wonders if he’s going to induce a migraine. “I’m—content with you. With how things are. I, well…” He makes another weird face, and slumps his shoulders forward.

“Content,” Newt says. “Aw, Hermann, that’s really romantic.” The worst part is that he means it. This is the most emotional candidness he’s gotten from Hermann in a very long time of knowing him, and he’s over the moon about it. “I’m cool with how things are, too. I like being your—” He can’t bring himself to say partner. Too academic of them, given their professions. It doesn’t feel gay enough. “—uh, guy. That’s stupid. Your significant guy. That’s stupider.”

Hermann’s mouth finally twists up into a little smile, which was exactly what Newt was going for. He nudges Hermann with his elbow and grins. “Anyway, what I’m saying is you have pleeeenty of time to show me off.”

“Your arrogance is one of your more attractive traits,” Hermann says.

It’s dark enough now that Newt can see the pinprick lights of stars in the sky above them, clear and unobscured by clouds or city lights. Newt thinks he would go nuts if he had to live this far out in the middle-of-fucking-nowhere 24/7, and maybe some of Hermann’s sexier issues make sense now that Newt’s seen his hometown, but a visit is somewhat worth it for this. “Hey, look,” Newt says, pointing and nudging Hermann with his elbow again until Hermann finally rolls his eyes and looks up. “Let’s worry about the phone or flashing S-O-S with our headlights or whatever later, we can actually see stars out here. You wanna give me an official Dr. Gottlieb astronomy 101 course? You know how hot it gets me.”

Hermann gives him another little smile, and Newt takes that as an invitation to throw his arm around Hermann's shoulders and yank him close. “I suppose,” Hermann says.

[humbledragon669]

S1E5 – The Doomsday Option Write Up P3 - Saturday (The last day of the World) from "He was waving"

Let’s have a go at getting this episode wrapped up, shall we? I have less than a page of notes to write up from my rewatch so it must be possible, surely.

The first thing I want to talk about is the scripting for Adam’s character. Throughout the season, we’ve come to learn that he is capable of great love, for his surroundings and the people in his life. This scene is no different. Notice how he has no desire to rule over anywhere other than his beloved Hogback Woods? To the extent that he’s happy to give entire continents over to other people for them to do the ruling. He also appears to be making the offering based on what he thinks will make them happy, so even though his birthright and resulting powers are well established by this point, his true human nature is still motivating his decisions. And even though the Satanic part of him wants not to care about his childhood friends, he’s physically incapable of letting them leave without following them and trying to convince them to stay. You can see how devastated he is when they finally do leave:

I find it interesting that the one thing that seems to really spur on his despair is Dog abandoning him, which I suspect represents the loss of all the love that he has in his life. I think that the following montage, complete with an emotional string-heavy soundtrack, subtextually conveys the choice he has to make for himself – stay as Adam, the little boy who loves, or follow his destiny and become the Destroyer of Worlds. It’s clearly not an easy choice – the fact that the playing card background that commences the montage is of the Great Beast shows where his thought process at the beginning of this sequence – and the last thing we see in the montage is the playing card being covered up, leaving us in doubt about what his choice he has made.

If you look very carefully, you can see the King of Hearts icons on the bottom left corner of the card on the table, which tells us his decision but the outcome of his decision is represented more clearly in the script and soundtrack, where the last word he hears in his memory sequence is his human name, melting his dual tone scream into the single tone of a child. And just in case you were in any doubt, his eyes lose their demonic red glow – his choice is complete. It pays off too – Dog returns to him instantly, and again I think this represents the return of love to his life. It revives him and makes him fully human again. It’s a pretty beautiful analogy really.

I didn’t find an awful lot to talk about of note in the next few scenes – they’re incredibly focussed on the narrative, and very purposefully bringing all the threads together, so just to sum up we have the following main character groups coming in to land (get it? Because they’re all going to an airbase landing strip… *tumbleweed* Yeah, yeah, I’ll get my coat…):

Adam and the rest of The Them.

Aziraphale, Madame Tracy and Shadwell.

Anathema and Newt.

The Four Horsemen.

Crowley and his flaming Bentley.

Fast forward to our first little Easter Egg for this section – the book that the soldier is reading in his watch station office is another one of Neil’s:

I have had a few, very inconsequential niggly questions about the sequence of scenes prior to the Horsemen’s arrival at the air base (like why does R.P. Tyler pick his dog up when the Horsemen arrive instead of just continuing across the road?), but this one has bothered me more than I would like to admit. Who is the extra person in the car that the Horsemen arrive in?

Even the Script Book is no help here (or even the original book) – it specifically states there the car has four people in it, each one of them a Horseman. So who is he? Where does he come from? Where does he go? I did remember to check the FAQ master list for this one, but I couldn’t see it referenced there anywhere.

The next thing of note I could pick out is that Adam refers to the Horsemen as “them”:

Not if you’re them.

Perhaps this is just a necessity of language, but it stood out to me because of the nickname that his own gang has allocated to themselves. There are more parallels to come when the two groups meet on the tarmac at the air base (not least the fact that each one has four members, and that both groups show up on bikes), but this was the first time I felt like the comparison was being made explicitly.

Two more niggly questions about the next couple of scenes:

I know R.P. Tyler’s sole purpose in this story is to act as a satirical NIMBY, but why does he stop The Them on their way to the airbase? Those kids were legitimately not doing anything wrong and he gives them a hard time for it. Not only that, he doesn’t seem to give two shits that they’re happily cycling off to a classified military site when he does find out where they’re going. Such a weird man.

Why does the soldier ask for a screwdriver to fix a computer? I’ve worked in IT for over 10 years, and I could count the number of times I’ve had to use a screwdriver for troubleshooting on one hand, and I certainly wouldn’t have said that responsibility would fall to a “muggle”, rather than an IT professional.

Still, when it comes to unanswered questions, Death has got it nailed:

SOLDIER: Who the hell are you? DEATH: I am neither of Hell nor Heaven.

Uh, right. Pretty sure that’s not what he asked but what does it matter? All the people in that room aren’t paying attention to the Horsemen after that anyway. According to the Script Book, they’re simply unconscious at this point, rather than dead, but that feels quite inconsistent to me. Why would the Horsemen leave them alive? They’re all going to die in 31 minutes anyway. And can we just take a moment to appreciate how poignant this line is?

Except the dying. When it comes to some things, machines will never replace people.

Deep. And really fucking dark. Did someone say this was supposed to be a comedy show? And does anybody else find the real-life foreshadowing of the Russia-Ukraine conflict really creepy?

I know the two countries were in a very precarious political position for a long time before war actually broke out, this exchange just gives me a bit of a chill.

I find it interesting to see that the corporeal representations of Famine, Pollution, and War are all disintegrating in front of our eyes as Armageddon approaches. Personally I would have thought that the opposite would be more appropriate – that they get stronger and more powerful as their presence in the world starts to take hold. I wonder if the idea instead is that they are disintegrating as corporeal beings with the result being that they disseminate into the atmosphere.

I have no idea if this is intentional, or even if anybody else will see the same thing, but there’s a split second in the Bentley where, to my mind, it looks like Crowley has a small pair of horns:

It happens so quickly before he turns and faces forward ahead again, and his hair is looking pretty dishevelled (unsurprising, given his journey up to this point, although it looks pretty well styled in the next shot). If it’s intentional, I give serious credit to the people that snuck that one in – the subtlety and attention to detail is astounding. And if it’s pure coincidence? I think it’s brilliant all the same.

At this point, I want to give a bit of consideration to the music for this episode in particular, and it was the music playing on Aziraphale’s arrival at the airbase that drew my attention to it. It made me realise that each group of people, or storyline thread if you’d prefer, have their own style of music, and that each of those styles has been playing during their respective scenes throughout the episode. Sometimes the music doesn’t even stop when moving from one scene to the next, but simply blends into the relevant style required by the characters. There’s very little of this episode that is without a musical backdrop, and the fact that we have been moving so rapidly through musical genres without it being uncomfortable to the audience is absolutely incredible.

And speaking of music, we have the return of a song that’s actually already been used once in the season before – Bohemian Rhapsody. We first heard its use way back in episode 1 when Crowley arrives at the graveyard to meet Hastur and Ligur, but the lyrics we hear this time are different, and don’t seem to have as much meaning. Makes for a pretty epic entrance though, doesn’t it? And if you couldn’t tell how delighted Aziraphale is (as Madame Tracy, obviously) when he realises that Crowley has showed up (bearing compliments no less) by the way he speaks his name, check out this swoon:

I love how nonchalant Crowley is when he gets out of the car here, and with the perfect line to announce his arrival too. It makes me wonder how long he’s been thinking about what he’s going to say when he finally arrives at the airbase, and how many other punchlines he’s already rejected. I also wonder how much of that swagger is him desperately trying to make up for the emotional wreck of a display Aziraphale was witness to earlier that afternoon. To be fair, it totally works – he oozes cool as he saunters towards the gates of the airbase and, oh so comfortably, takes his place beside Aziraphale, with reassurances that he’s going to save the day.

That. Was. Hot. Just me? Perhaps I’m just too hung up on the idea that I think Crowley feels he has a lot of ground to make up for, having failed to rescue Aziraphale in the book shop. That growl though… It’s almost enough to make you miss the fact that Crowley talks to the “army human” without his glasses, and openly refers to Aziraphale as his “friend”. There’s a pretty obvious statement being made here – no more hiding. He also points out that they’ve “come a long way”. I can’t believe that he’s referring to the physical distance travelled by them both at this point – as the crow flies I would make it to be about 40 miles. There’s more to his sentence that we don’t get to hear (something of a running theme in this show I think) because The Them are about to turn up, giving their own rendition of a Queen song credit.

Sounds rather like the middle section of Bicycle Race, don’t you think? And there’s one more thing to note before we wrap this episode up: Adam’s treatment of the soldiers that turn up on the tarmac is a mirror image of what Death did to the soldiers inside the bunker, causing them all to pass out at his will. As I said earlier, we’ll see some more of those parallels in the final episode for the season.

And that’s it for this episode. As always, questions, comments, discussion – all welcome. See you next time 😊

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi Petri, I would want to request a Minho x fem! reader where they know each other since before the mazes, when where just some simple tests in wckd, they were really close but were sent out to different mazes, reader's maze was in the edge of a river (who was the maze btw) and she manages to get out and get to the safe haven, and she have this glimpses of her past, dreams of things that happened, memories, but to her they're just stupid dreams, that's until she sees Minho again and everything seems to click cause she knows she knows him, and he has this feeling she's familiar too and then te friendship they had transition to love. (I saw your post about oc's and tried my best to be kinda of creative with this request, hope it went well 😅)

Ooo, I really like the idea of a water-based Maze. I can imagine little floating shacks held up by sticks and a rowing boat needed to traverse the Maze- definitely a good idea.

Also, I'm a sucker for the dream trope in this universe.

LIFE BEFORE DROWNING

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic because of the different Mazes.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, awkward teenagers, mention of Newt's suicide attempt, I've made up a monster for your Maze that is the equivalent of the Grievers, some mild suggestive themes, WICKED being WCKD because movie.

After hearing the experiences of other WCKD Subjects, you're starting to realise that your Maze was a little weird.

There was a Maze full of boys, one full of girls, another with mixed, some with monsters, some without- all nearly impossible to solve.

And yours was full of water.

For a few years, your life was like waking up and forgetting there's not ground beneath your feet, walking off your little wooden platform, and nearly drowning. You disliked the water.

It meant you also has to explore your Maze in a poorly constructed boat and had to deal with a half-metal half-serpent monster that roamed your Maze.

It was terrifying.

But that's not the only thing that strikes you as different to the others.

You remember things. Well, kind of.

Whilst you were in your Maze, you used to have memories- well, dreams -of your life before the Maze.

And most of them consisted of the same boy.

Asian. Dark-haired. Well-built. Taller than you. Handsome. Sarcastic. Passionate. And he cared about you, clearly.

You had dreams of playing card games together, sneaking around a lab, exchanging glances and pulling faces at each other whilst men in lab coats probe you, and staying up late in a cafeteria area when you weren't meant to.

It was all simple and meaningless- none of it ever held any significance. But it meant a lot to you. You didn't understand it, but it feels like you know this boy and that your friends with him.

You used to tell your friends in the Maze about it, and none of then experienced anything similar. So, you're really on your own with this one.

Though, one of your friends- your best friend, actually; a girl called Emmy, said something that stuck with you. And maybe even made you think it's true.

"Maybe WCKD couldn't take away the people we loved the most, no matter how hard they tried."

That doesn't matter, though. The survival rate of the Maze and WCKD in general is low.

But you're not in the Maze, anymore.

You were one of the first groups to be taken away from WCKD and put in the Safe Haven. You pretty much went straight from the Maze to paradise.

It was about sixish months later that the Gladers showed up. They'd been through hell and back, so Vince told everyone to give them space apart from the few people they actually knew.

You didn't really care for new arrivals. There has been a few since you got there, so it kind of became normal. But since Vince is back now, you doubt you'll get anymore.

Because of your simple lack of care, and the assumption the guy in your dreams is dead, it took you an embarrassingly long time to actually notice Minho.

A couple of weeks into the Gladers arrival, you stopped dead in your tracks, causing Emmy to walk straight into the back of you and drop soil absolutely everywhere.

"Bro? What the hell?" Emmy hisses. You don't respond, staring straight ahead. "(Y/N)?"

"It's him," you say.

"What?" She follows your line of sight, her gaze landing on the boy.

"The boy from my dream-memories - that's him."

"Holy shit. Are you sure?"

Minho is sitting at one of the dining tables with Gally, Thomas and Frypan, whilst you stand there like a deer in the headlights.

"Uh, dude," Thomas says to Minho as he takes a swig of the alcohol that Gally's made. Some things never change and the Gladers have got into the habit of finishing their jobs as soon as possible and day drinking to cope. "That girl is totally staring at you."

"Huh?" Minho looks at his friend, who points at you.

And then he looks at you.

"Oh, fuck, he's looking." You immediately avert your gaze. "Shit, Emmy, move. Go, go." You awkwardly push your friend away.

"My soil-"

"We can get more damn soil!" And with that, you flee.

Well, that was probably the most embarrassing thing you've done. That you can remember, at least.

Minho's blood ran cold, however.

You met his eyes for only a couple of seconds and it felt like he'd known you his whole life. You feel... familiar.

Minho didn't experience the same constant dreams you did- mainly because he's plagued by nightmares of Grievers and that day he found Newt out there. But he's had a couple. He can't remember them very well, but the parts he does remember have your face in it.

You go on acting a bit weird. Every chance you have to look at Minho, you take it.

Which also goes on for a couple of weeks.

"Haven't spoken to him, then?"

"'Course I haven't," you grumble to Emmy as you do your work in the garden. "And I'm not going to."

"What? Why not?"

"Because how would I go about that? 'Hey, dude, you don't know me but I've been having dreams about you for as long as I can remember- wanna be pals?'"

She chuckles, shaking her head. "I mean, why not?"

"What?"

"Why not go and say that to him? I mean, people have probably experienced weirder things 'causea WCKD- and those bastards from Group A had it the worst. I'm sure he'll understand."

"We don't know him," you groan, throwing your head back.

"But you do-"

"No, I don't." You sigh. "Maybe- maybe I used to, but I don't now. This is dumb." You pick up the empty water bucket and start walking backwards. "I'm not gonna speak to him- there's no point-! Shit!"

You back up into someone, the bucket clattering to the floor and the slight splash of water left in spilling out.

"Shit, sorry-" you turn around, meeting Minho's eyes. You blink, steeping back to lengthen the short distance between you. "Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I-I wasn't looking-"

"It's cool. All good," he holds his hands up.

Little did you know, Minho was actually on his way over to talk to you.

You let out a breath of relief, giving him an awkward smiles. "So, who aren't you going to talk to?"

He grins at you, playfully, and you look to Emmy for help. Who simply shrugs.

"Uh, nobody- doesn't matter."

"Alright," he clicks his tongue, "you guys are from a Maze, right? That weird, like, river one?"

"You been asking people about us?" Emmy pipes up and you glare at her.

"Just heard a couple of things," he puts his hands in his pockets, rocking in his heels. He looks at the bucket on the floor. "You need water?"

"Uh, yeah, we use it for the watering can. I was just about to get some more."

"Ah, it's fine," he bends over and picks it up, "I'll get it for ya."

"Oh, uh, don't you have a job to do?"

"I'm already done, besides, can't have a pretty girl wasting her energy, can I?" He smirks at you before turning and walking away, leaving you flustered.

You turn to Emmy, who is grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't."

Minho returns and insists on helping you out on the gardens. Emmy feigns illness to give you some alone time.

That you don't want.

Though, Minho is a shit gardener.

"It's obvious you didn't work with plants in your Maze," you chuckle.

"Really? I thought I was impressing you," he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes. "I was a Runner, if you're interested."

"A Runner?" You lean on a plant support beam as Minho picks at some vegetables.

"Yeah, exactly what it says in the tin- I ran the Maze. Day in, day out. I was Keeper- uh, Leader of the Runners."

"Wow, musta been pretty good at it."

"I wasn't half bad," he chuckles. "What did you do? You have a job in your Maze?"

You shake your head. "Everyone kinda did a bit of everything. We worked on rotation since groups had to go out in boats, exploring the Maze was hard- so we all took it in turns. Fresh eyes also meant someone could spot something we didn't. Everyone was on the same field in my home."

"You didn't have a Leader?"

"Well, we all just respected the first guy that got there, but I wouldn't say he was in charge."

"So, you had guys and girls in your Maze?"

"Mhm, you didn't? Oh, shit yeah, you're Group A." You recall Emmy saying.

"Mhm- just dudes."

"Must've sucked. I can't imagine being stuck with just a buncha guys- gross."

He barks a laugh, standing up and shaking his had. "We had one girl- she was only there for a couple of days. But I'm pretty sure we did gross her out the brief time she was there."

"What was she like?"

"Total bitch-"

"Hey," you snap, "watch your mouth, man, you shouldn't talk about women like that."

He holds his hands up again. "Sorry. I just mean..." He trails off, the memory clearly becoming painful. "She betrayed us. Told WCKD our location and had me- well she- I was... shuck it."

"You don't have to tell me about it," you reassure him, "shit happens; I'm not entitled to know about it."

"No, uh," he hesitates. "It's weird, I wanna tell you. Kinda feels like I know you."

"We've never spoken before-" you try to brush off the comment, not wanting this awkward conversation. You figured once you came here, awkward conversations and relationship drama would be over.

"That's not what I mean," he sighs. "I know it's forward, but there are a lot of people I wish I woulda told klunk to before I lost 'em. So, I'm just sayin' it. You feel familiar. Like I know you before I lost my memories. You feel it too, right?"

You pause, but nod. "Yeah, I know you."

"Then we should be friends, right? If we know each other?"

You smile, feeling butterflies in your stomach. "Yeah, I'd like that."

And from then on, you became friends with Minho.

You eat with him, stay up late talking to him, get introduced to the Gladers, drink with them, and just generally have fun with him and his friends. Even Emmy joins in- and you're pretty sure she has a thing for Frypan.

But the problem is that you have a thing for Minho. He's effortlessly attractive, and he's funny and attentive. He makes it known he cares about you and likes making you laugh.

And it's starting to make your heart skip a beat, especially when he jokingly flirts with you. It did start off as a dumb inside joke, but now you're starting to hope it's genuine.

Your friendship grows closers and your wants grow bigger.

"What the hell are you doing?" You shout as you watch the Gladers splash water at each other and frolic in the ocean under the moonlight. They've all stripped down into their underwear in what was originally a dare from Emmy, but now they're enjoying it.

"Come on!" Minho shouts, standing up straight as he waves you towards him. You swallow as you watch salt water dribble down his abs.

Yanno, if he wasn't so fine, this crush would be less of a problem.

"The water feels shuckin' great! Aha! Oi! Gally! Stop it! You goddamn slinthead!" He shouts as he gets attacked.

"C'mon, (Y/N), it'll be fun." Emmy giggles, kicking her shoes off and walking towards the water.

Then she freezes. Just before her toes hit the water.

Due to the nature of your Maze, most people got attacked by the fresh-water monster you called the Serpent. You only had the one, but it's shadow lurked under the boat and it's full form was never seen because of it's size.

Either you got bit when it jumped out the water and it dragged you with it until you drowned, or it injected you with venom. It wouldn't kill you, but it left you seething with agony for days.

You got biten twice. Emmy three times.

You don't like big bodies of water now- especially when you can't see the bottom.

"Emmy?" You step towards your friend, putting your hand on her shoulder.

"I-I can't- what if something's in there?"

"There's nothing in there; we're safe here. But you don't have to go in. I'm not."

"C-can we get a drink?"

"Sure," you give her a soft smile. "Hey, guys!" You shout, getting the boys' attention. "We're calling it a night- see you tomorrow."

They group hollars their goodbyes and you both leave to have a couple of drinks before bed.

You watch Emmy sleep, hands in your pockets as she lightly snores in her pocket.

"Hey," Minho makes you jump and you immediately shush him. "Hey," he repeats, in a whisper this time. "You okay? You kinda ran off before."

He's fully clothed now, but his hair's still damp.

"Yeah," you clear your throat, "just... Maze shit, you know?"

He raises his head up a bit. "Dare I ask?"

You sigh, nodding for him to follow you. He does as you sit on once of the benches on the sand.

He gingerly sits next to you.

"You ever wonder why Emmy and I don't really talk to anyone else?"

"Kinda, just figured you didn't like many people."

"It's because we're the only two people that survived our Maze." He shifts slightly, his jaw tensing. "You had your Grievers, we had our Serpent. It was Lovecraftian big, and we had to get through the last part of our Maze on foot because getting the boats over the circular doorframes was taking too long. It was a bloodbath- let that thing pick us off one by one until me and Emmy were the last men standing. She doesn't like- we don't like water anymore." You pause.

"I always think the Serpent is going to dive out and drag me under or tear me shreds." You look at him. "I know it's dumb and we're safe here but I-" your voice breaks. "I can't- I lost everyone, I can't-"

"Hey, hey," he throws his arm around you, pulling you into a hug. "It's okay, I get it. You know, whenever anyone's building anything around here with those tools we stole from WCKD, I can't be anywhere near it. It sounds exactly like the noises the Grievers used to make- I don't know how Gally works with that klunk all day."

"We're fucked up, huh?" You chuckle between sniffs and he grins at you.

"Yeah, we are. Thanks WCKD."

You both chuckle. But you stop when your eyes land on his lips, flickering up to his eyes and his lips again.

"What do you think we used to be? Before the Maze?" You mumble.

He smiles faintly. "What do you mean?"

Maybe it's the buzz from the alcohol from your drinking game that's making you so bold, or maybe it's how close he is. It doesn't matter- you're drunk in some sense.

"Well, we know each other, do you reckon we were just friends or..?"

He tilts his head. "Why? What did you want us to be?"

"I used to have dreams about you- in the Maze. All the time. Emmy used to tease me about my 'old boyfriend'," you smile fondly, "it was so dumb, but... I don't know."

"Do you wonder if she was right?"

You don't speak, just giving a simple nod. "Do you want her to be?"

"Do you?"

You lock eyes with him. His eyelids are heavy and his body is now completely facing you. "Shuck it," he mumbles, leaning in a kissing you.

You gasp into his lips for a second, and it feels like something bursts in your chest.

You kiss him back immediately, fire sparking along your skin and the world feeling lighter. You run your fingers through his hair, his pulling you closer by your waist.

He pulls away, sucking in air. He goes to speak but as his eyes flicker open, it's like something overwhelms him and he kisses you again, deeper this time. His tongue brushes over your lower lip and he pulls on the belt straps of your jeans.

You hum into his mouth, egging him on further. But he suddenly breaks away.

"I gotta stop," he mumbles, pretty much into you, "or I'm gonna get carried away."

You snicker, the thought making more butterflies form in your stomach.

"Yanno," he continues, breathing laboured. "It doesn't really matter what we used to be- it matters what we are now."

"And?" You raise your eyebrow. "What do you want that to be?"

Yo yo, I really liked this one, and I got to be creative with making my own WCKD creation.

He grins. "Haven't I made that obvious?" He says before he kisses you again.

I hope you enjoyed :))

[the-fiction-witch]

Y/n!

Media The Artful Dodgert

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty

Requested : I absolutely love your Jack Dawkins fic, I've just added your Newt fic to my library. You are an absolutely amazing writer.This is also a request for the jack Dawkins fic, as in could you write one where jack is reunited with someone who he knew back in London?? I just think it would be cute and you can do anything you want from there, anything you want haha Thank you for writing xxxx

I sighed finishing up with the ward rolling my sleeves up heading towards the stairwell, 

"Jack. Patient. Room four," Hetty said having come chasing after me, 

"What about them?"

"She's refusing to let Dr Sneed see her." 

I sighed, great last thing I need some little whiner, "Will she let me see her?"

"She says yes." 

"Alright," I sighed heading back down and quickly went to room four, "Hello Miss, Dr Dawkins, I heard you refused Dr Sneeds treatment?" I asked taking her paperwork to see what I was actually dealing with, it wasn't much just a mild head injury nothing worth keeping her in over. 

"He's a snivelling, Pompous Git" her voice said from the bed,  

I admit I chuckled a little, "Well we agree on something." 

"What was your name again?"

"Dawkins. Dr Jack Dawkins." I told her setting her paperwork back and actually looking at her, but- I had a heart attack. 

She sat with her long tight curls against the headboard of the bed, a bandage for her wound around her head, her skin slightly red where she clearly had not yet gotten use to the sun here, a long violet dress been repaired and fixed a hundred times. 

I- I felt like I was in a dream, I could barely beleive my own eyes, I- I was utterly convinced I'd never see her again. 

Y/n. She was a London street girl a year or two older then me, abandoned by her family and forced to make her own way, Much as I was. She didn't run with Fagin, the boys and I. She more made her own way but still we crossed paths. We were pickpockets and petty theives breaching only death it if became nessesary. She... Was The Violet Widow. Known though out London. She'd walk the streets as a evening girl but a man who paid her never got to finish, He would be taken home, stripped, tied, and riden until she had reached her desires then she would kill him, steal his clothes, money, watch and sell what she wouldn't keep or give to us boys. She kept herself nicely I must say, and she even married a few older wealther men taking their name for a few weeks before butching them too taking all that remained and being left as a widow. She lived just down the road from us, and any clothes she thought would she'd pass along, even if she couldn't always feed herself she always tried to feed us too. 

We of course were freindly and we'd both gotten each other out of jams more times then I dare to think. 

And Admittedtly I had spent more nights then I care to remember as a bored excited teenage boy, knoitted with the sheets of her bed, and with her. But she never minded, and she never charged me, and never let any of the other boys near her. 

Last I had heard she had been arrested on her most recent husbands murder charge, but that was only a week or two before I was locked up myself. 

I had greived for her, beloived her hung for her crimes or... atleast locked away somewhere I would never see her. 

Never in my life would I have pictured her, Here in port victoria let alone, here infront of me.

I was... thrilled to see her alive! But also... suspcious. 

"Hi, Dodger." 

Immediately I shut the door, locked it tight, pulled the windows shut and the blinds drawn leaving us in complete darkness and secrecy. Standing catching my breath at the foot of her bed my hands on my waist, 

"Y/n!?"

"Hi,"

"The bloody hell are you doing here?"

"Got into a fight with a card cheat," She sighed adjusting her bandage, 

"No- I don't mean the hospital, I mean Australia!" 

"On my travels..."

"Travels?" I glared, "I'm getting pretty fucking concerned right now, first Fagin shows up like the bloody ghost of Christmas past, and now you! What Oliver bloody twist gonna show up next week!" 

"He what?" She glared,

"What?"

"Fagin! Is here!"

"Yeah. showed up a few weeks back." 

"What the hell is he doing here?" 

"Got himself arrested, sent down here."

"You believe that do you?"

"What choice have I got?" I sighed, "So what are you doing down here?"

"Traveling, making my way around," She shrugged,

"And you want me to believe that do you?"

"Why would I Iie? I didn't know you were here, or Fagin, and yes I'd be pretty damn surprised Oliver Twist showed up too. It's a weird ass coincidence." She explained, 

"Alright," I sighed I did want to see her, I was happy even if I was concerned by this coincidence I couldn't be angry at her, "How's your head?" I asked sitting on her bed a moment to check her over

"Never had any complaints," She giggled 

"I'm serious."

"I thought you'd remember."

"Y/n."

"I feel fine Jack" she smiled, "Are you alright?"

I softened a little all these little jokes reminding me that it is still y/n. "As I can be,"

"Made quite the life for yourself down here. I take it... Dodger's gone?"

"Very much so. They hang escaped convicts here so... Dodger is dead. For all intensive purposes." I told her as I got up to finish her paperwork

"Understandable," she nodded "Dr Dawkins," She playfully smiled, 

"You still just Y/n?" I smiled, 

"Ohh god no uhhhhh... Y/n, Smith, Liswick, Warden, Petrecove, uhhh I'm sure there's a Llyod in there somewhere, I loose track" She said, "But just Y/n."

I smirked a little, "Humm... Still the Violet Widow I take it?"

"I see why you became a doctor, quiet the skills of deduction." she smiled,

"Yeah well I hope you're not here planning to add Dawkins to that lineup,"

"Why? Would it be so bad for... old friends to rekindle old flames now that they're all grown up," She smirked, 

"Don't even think about it." I warn her, "The issue there is I know what you do. and I know what you'll do to me on our wedding night."

"True." She smiled "You're letting me go then?"

"Yep, just keep it clean, and stay out of trouble" I told her, 

"I uhhh Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"I only ask because it is you Jack, but do you think you could slip a girl a few coins before you send me away? just for an apple and a place to rest my head tonight," 

"You don't have anywhere to go? Or any money?"

"No."

"How'd you get here then?"

"Spent my last few coins on the boat trip here, figured I'd get a job or earn money my usual way, I haven't even all that lucky yet," 

I felt awful, nowing the girl who use to gived me soup and clothes kept me happy and better off then I ever could have been without her, now had to ask me for money just to rest her head, but... I don't get paid, meerly food and accomodation, What little I had was for me and I'd worked my ass numb at the card table to get it, But... I can't say not to her "I... I think I can."

"I'd pay you back," she said, 

"Yeah, how?"

she stopped short a moment expecting me to say no and she clearly did not actually having an answer, "How I always used to?"

"Yeah?" I smirked a little 

"mhm" she nodded moving her dress and opening her legs 

"...Deal" I smirked crawling into bed with her "I've missed you" I smirked pulling her into a kiss feeling the intensity of our time apart 

"I missed you too Jack," She smirked 

[synthapostate]

@lastdaysofwar, Day 8: Silence/Names/Blood (Raleigh Becket, Tendo Choi)

If you thought I was going to see the prompt “names” and go with Newt and Hermann getting engaged and arguing over who was taking whose name…you’d be right. I did that. But then I moved it to a different day because it ended up being in continuity with something else and I needed to keep it in order. So here’s this!

It’s weird to be in LOCCENT with all the machines shut down. The silence is almost oppressive.

It’s been a long time since Raleigh was okay with silence. He gets too much in his own head, which means slipping into his brother’s, dredging up memories that shouldn’t be his. For five years, that was more than he could handle. But now? He’s adjusting. Living in a world not under threat, with Mako by his side? He can live with the consoles shutting down.

The door to the command center slides open behind him. Raleigh doesn’t have to turn to know that Tendo is there, coming in to check the systems. What used to be a vitally important duty is now not much more than a formality, and Tendo could pass it off to any junior technician, but he likes to be the first to know that, after months of smooth sailing, there’s still not a single hiccup coming from the breach.

“What, are you keeping my chair warm for me?” Tendo asks.

“Just thinking.”

Tendo nudges him out of the way to boot up the old console. As it all flickers back to life, he turns to Raleigh with an unfamiliar gleam in his eye.

“Something up?” Raleigh asks.

“Oh, nothing much.” Tendo falls into the next nearest chair, resting his hands behind his head in a casual pose that isn’t fooling anyone. “I just got back from taking Allison to the doctor.”

“Oh, yeah, she had that stomach bug. Poor Allie. She’s still feeling sick?”

“Well…only in the mornings.”

“Oh,” says Raleigh. “Oh—oh!” He sits up straighter, and Tendo’s grin widens at his sudden understanding.

“Yeah.”

“You’re going to be a father?”

“I’m already a father!” Tendo throws his head back and laughs.

“Oh, come on, man, you know what I mean.” Yeah, Tendo already has his little kiddo, born in what was almost humanity’s final days. And now, there’s another one, born into a world that’s changed completely.

“Yeah, Óscar’s going to be a big brother.” Tendo’s usual, mischievous smirk melts into an unaccustomed look of sincere wonder. “We’re having a baby.”

“That’s amazing!” Raleigh leaps out of his seat to pump Tendo’s hand in a congratulatory handshake. Then, laughing, Tendo lets himself be pulled into a hug.

“Amazing,” he echoes.

“It is amazing, right? I mean, you’re ready for this?”

“More than ready! We always talked about wanting more than one, and now? World the way it is? There’s no better time for it. It’s just—it came as a surprise, you know? The war’s kept us apart so much, it’s like every time we get in the same room together, bam! She’s knocked up.”

“I think it takes a little more than ‘bam,’” Raleigh says with a soft chuckle. But he can’t say he’s surprised. The couple has been separated for more of their marriage than they’ve spent together, and if they wanted to make up for lost time, that’s their own business.

“We’re going to have to think about getting a bigger place,” Tendo says. “Shatterdome housing won’t have enough room for all of us. You know, I never even thought about buying a house before? I don’t know how to do that.”

“I’ll help you out,” Raleigh promises. “We’ll find you a realtor. Look at some houses. Make sure you’re settling down in a good school district.” That’s about the only thing he remembers from his parents’ house hunting in Anchorage, back when he was maybe seven and they’d had to relocate for his dad’s new job. His parents had been very concerned about the school district.

He hasn’t had to think about that kind of thing in his adult life. Raleigh likes kids, and he’s always kind of vaguely hoped he might make a good parent someday, but between the kaiju and everything else, fatherhood hasn’t been in the cards he’s been dealt. Someday, maybe, that will change. But for now, Tendo is the only family man around here. And Raleigh is the guy who will help him and Allison out any way he can.

“Hey, you want to see the sonogram?” Tendo asks. “I have pictures!”

“Oh, uh, okay, sure.” Raleigh has seen enough ultrasound images of other people’s babies to know he won’t be able to make any sense of it, but it’s still pretty cool. Sure enough, Tendo shows him a blurry black-and-white…something, and Raleigh makes an appreciative noise as he looks at what he hopes is the head.

“They’re pretty sure it’s a girl this time,” Tendo says.

“That’s awesome, man. Little Babygirl Choi.” He can just picture her, a cute little thing with big brown eyes and Tendo’s fashion sense, if she’s not a tomboy like her mama. “You have any idea what you’re going to call her?”

“We were thinking maybe a Cantonese name this time. Maybe something starting with Yan. I always thought Yan Lin was nice.”

“Y-yan?” Raleigh’s whole world slips sideways, just for a second, at the thought of this new baby named after his brother. If Raleigh had a son, he’d name him Yancy, without question. As a middle name, if nothing else. But with no kids on Raleigh’s horizon, he hasn’t even thought of it.

“Only if it’s okay with you,” Tendo says. “Last time, you weren’t here to ask.”

“I’d be honored!” He throws his arms around Tendo again. “Yancy would be, too.”

“You sure?” Tendo pats Raleigh on the back until they break apart again, but Raleigh keeps holding his friend by the shoulders, a firm, steady grip. Because he’s been in his brother’s head, and yes, he’s sure.

“Yancy loved you, man. You were a damn good friend. To both of us. He would love this. You holding onto a piece of him. Making him part of your family.” There’s something special about that. Letting Yancy carry on into the future, even if only in name.

“You two were already family,” Tendo says, with a shrug that does nothing to dislodge Raleigh’s grip on him. “You always will be.”

“You’re a real charmer,” Raleigh says, and if his voice is a little rough as he says it, what does that even matter? He gives Tendo one last thump on the shoulder and lets him go. “You probably want to get back to Allison, but can we get together later to celebrate?”

“Any time you’re free, brother.”

“Okay, I’ll hold you to that.”

Raleigh smiles as he walks out of the command center. He wonders if anyone else knows yet.

There’s another human being coming to live on Planet Earth. The world hasn’t ended. Life goes on. This kid will have a world to grow up in. And a family that loves her.

[eevylynn]

September First

Sterek || T|| Hogwarts AU || 2789 wc

Derek Hale is a seventh year werewolf on the Ravenclaw quidditch team and is now Headboy. Stiles Stilinski is the son of a witch mom and squib dad and is now a fifth year Slytherin prefect. Read to see which houses the others are in. No HP characters included in this. Teen Wolf ones only.

Made using the prompt "Harry Potter AU" for @sterekbingo

I seem to imagine every fandom I'm in as characters in Hogwarts at some point or another, lol! I started this even before I got my bingo card, but I got distracted.

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Noah Stilinski popped his head into his son’s room, knocking softly on the door as he went to wake his son up to get him ready to catch the train.

The fifteen year old wizard was sprawled across the thin bed, legs tangled in the duvet, head and one arm slightly hanging off the side next to his pillow. The boy’s mouth was hanging wide open with a small line of drool coming down one corner. Noah shook his head, laughing softly. Having grown over half a foot in the last year alone, it was hard to think of Stiles as a boy anymore now that his son was almost eye level with him. Heck, Noah will probably have to surprise the kid with a bigger bed come winter break because he’s just about outgrown his narrow childhood one.

Shaking the morose thoughts out of his head before he started dwelling on how Claudia would have reacted to their son being taller than her, Noah cleared his throat before gruffly calling out, “Stiles!”

No reaction.

Noah blinked, took a breath, and called out louder, “Stiles!”

Stiles groaned and smacked his lips before rolling over to hug his pillow.

“STILES!”

Shooting out of bed like a bludger, the young wizard blinked a couple of times, willing his brain to wake up alongside his body.

His father smiled at how much Stiles reminded him of Claudia sometimes. She, too, was much more of a night owl than a morning person. “Come on, son,” Noah said. “It’s 8. We need to get ready, so we can leave and make it to the station on time.”

Stiles nodded and moved to get out of bed. Unfortunately, his legs were so tangled up in the sheets that he immediately fell over and face planted with a loud THUD.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Derek laid in his plush four poster bed, blinking at the light dancing across the dark ceiling above him as he listened to the early morning commotion in the house that was everyone else in the house getting ready for the day. Maybe if he just stayed here, no one would hear him in return.

Laura and Cora were fighting over who could have their shared bathroom first. Their dad, Elijah, was cooking breakfast in their large kitchen. Probably bacon, eggs, and either pancakes or waffles if Derek was smelling it right. Their mother was trying to make sure the terror twins, Benjamin and Ava, had packed everything for their first year of school with Peter making not so helpful comments that did nothing but stress out all three of them before Talia inevitably snapped at him to “Either be useful or get out of the room”. His cousin, Malia, sounded like she, too, was still in bed. Unlike him, however, she was still sleeping peacefully. Derek’s brother Patrick on the other hand–

“I know you’re awake in there,” Patrick’s deep voice grumbled from right outside Derek’s door.

Derek groaned as he climbed out of the warm embrace of his bed. Throwing on the outfit he had set out the night before, Derek walked over to open the door.

Patrick was two years older than Derek and Laura, and was, in Derek’s opinion, the perfect older brother.

Everyone loved Patrick. Not only did he have the Hale looks and a wonderfully deep gravelly voice that caused all the witches, and a fair number of wizards, to sigh, he was amazingly funny without being hurtful. Patrick could get along with absolutely everyone. He was both the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain as well as Headboy during his seventh year and seemed to handle that load flawlessly, earning all of his NEWTs in the process. He was even recruited to one of the top Quidditch teams in the league right out of Hogwarts and was actually awarded the Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award this past summer!

[continue reading on ao3]

[cosmicstarlatte]

Devil-Mart: Shopping (Obey Me!)

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The brothers and you go grocery shopping. You can imagine what that's like.

»Characters: Demon Bros + very brief Dia and Barb

»Tags: Shitpost, Some Wholesomeness, Levi my boy, Dia is precious as usual, Bulleted Style

»Notes: Sorry I know I've mentioned this a few times but finally edited it to my liking. :'3 Alternatively I have another fic where they actually work at Devil-Mart if you haven't read that one lol.

Lucifer:

Grabs two carts, one being a race car type with two seats

"Levi! Belphie! Get in!"

OF COURSE HE STRAPS THEM IN

Puts a backpack leash on Asmo

"Beel, Mammon, get a cart each."

They're a big family so yeah they need a lot lol

"Satan, stay where I can see you!"

This man pulls out a CVS-receipt type of shopping list

You can practically hear western showdown music as he stares down another customer for the last bag of spicy newt chips

Hands Satan Asmo's leash

He wins the last bag of course

"SATAN! ASMO! Where did you go!?"

(Later)

"I have a coupon for this."

"Well the sale sign said-"

"Here's my rewards card."

"I have reusable bags, thank you."

Mammon:

Thinks grocery shopping is boring but only goes because of you

Is the reason the store started locking more stuff up behind glass cases

Has tried to bargain with workers and hopes it works one day

Confidently accepted Satan's bet (you tried to stop it)

He left his shopping cart with you

Next thing you know he gets on the intercom

"Lucifer! Daddy will find you! Don't cry! If anyone sees a black haired-"

Lucifer drop kicked him knocking him unconscious

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Levi:

Happily gets in Lucifer's cart and continues gaming on his console

Is use to Lucifer strapping him in

Finds it oddly comforting

"Lucifer can we get the Ruri chan limited edition cereal!?"

"It's on the list."

"Lucifer! Don't forget we need more Hell Sodas!"

"It's on the list."

"Oh and my special Ruri shamp-"

"Leviathan."

[A few minutes later]

"...Hey Lucifer!"

"LEVIATHAN."

Satan:

Didn't want to come but Lucifer makes grocery shopping a family outing

Walks around reading a book

Bet Mammon he wouldn't get on the intercom and embarrass Lucifer

He knew he'd do it

He happily threw the grimm on his unconscious body

He took out the last jar of inferno bee honey from a families cart when they weren't looking

Occasionally crosses off Lucifer's snacks so he forgets them

Decided to ''save'' Asmo when he got the chance

Asmo:

Not the first time he's been on a leash

Just typed away on his D.D.D

Keeps trying to flirt with any cutie he sees

Lucifer yanks him away every time

However Lucifer does use him for discounts at the meat deli

Asmo doesn't mind he always treats it like a game to see what he can get 😏

Employees have fought for the chance to help him if he requires assistance

Was thankful when Satan saved him from Lucifer's watch

They went shopping at the cafe book store next door

Beel:

Loves grocery shopping, loves it

Always has to eat a giant meal before shopping otherwise he can't go

Food and family outing only the best duo!!!

Always feels guilty knowing the list is long because of him but he does his best to help Lucifer shop for the items

Pushed one cart with food and pulled the other with an unconscious Mammon inside

Is the reason the store stopped doing free samples

Belphie:

Immediately started snoozing when Lucifer strapped him into the cart

Doesn't care much for grocery shopping but doesn't fight it

Grannies always coo over him while he sleeps

"Oh what a cutie! The other one is kind of odd though..."

Lucifer always carries a sleeping Belphie back to the van while Beel packs the back of the van with you

Sure Beel could carry him but Lucifer insists its Beel's duty to help with grocery shopping as much as he can

Lucifer won't admit he has a soft spot for the youngest

Belphie won't admit he pretends to sleep so he can be carried by Lucifer

As you guys leave, you see Barbatos walking in, pushing Diavolo in his own race car cart who is happily "steering".

"We're going to the chips, Barbatos!"

"No, we are here for dinner ingredients my Lord."

"But I'm turning left!"

->[Dia & Barb art]

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[lazodiac]

It's time again to look at Thunder Junction's cards and try and divine where each and every one of these bad boys are from.

Also just a note in case people are curious; since Tumblr has a 30 image limit per post, I'll be doing all of The Big Score at the end, after all the colours and stuff. It's my prerogative and I'll do as I please. If you missed the first part, you can find it here! So without further ado, it is time for...

BLUE

While I don't think EVERY mount is from Thunder Junction Proper... newts ARE a creature that shows up in the west. I was initially thinking this could be for Eldraine, especially given it belongs to an archmage, but... ultimately, I think this is a native to the plane.

Another native, and dare I say this is a CHARISMATIC crab. I love the crystals on its back! I also love the blue cacti nearby it? Those are real by the way!

There aren't many turtle-men in Magic. Three, in fact, before this one; the Lagoon Sage, a Quandrix student, and a Kappa from Kamigawa. The Kappa has a VERY distinct look, the Quandrix is a sea turtle, and the Lagoon Sage is a snapper just like the Thunder-Thief over here... and I'm gonna make a called shot and say this is from Bloomburrow as a result!

Homarid are a Dominaria specialty, so this racist bastard is absolutely from there.

Djinn of this type are only found on Tarkir, so this one is easy. He's taken a break from his dragon-infested plane to relax under a waterfall martial artist style, and that's just kinda fun.

This is a tricky one, since the ability is pretty plane agnostic, and the design doesn't evoke much in it... but her collar DOES have the typical three-fang Dimir tell, and it'd fit both colour and what she's doing, so lets go with Ravnica.

Sadly a cursory Wiki glance tells me only that this guy is from America.

... okay okay, taking this seriously; the wings and the scroll and the steps, the name, all the flavour suggests this is from Amonkhet for me. It could be from elsewhere, but this feels the most "correct" for lack of a better term. I wish cards like this would get flavor text reprints down the line though...

These are some home-grown ghosts, and we know from various other stories (Gideon, Elspeth, etc) that when you die you go to the afterlife of the plane you're on... so these are some newly "born" natives.

These unfortunate individuals are from the dead plane of Oregon.

... what? I already used that joke? Okay fine. There really isn't any actual signifiers here, and the only humanoid in the art is too indistinct to tell. Given the content of the card is trying and failing to ford one of Thunder Junction's mighty rivers, I'm calling this card "native to the plane" for lack of anything else appropriate.

Oh hey it's everyone's favorite running gag from Ravnica. Fblthp is an easy one, so instead of elaborating more on our mono-eyed friend instead I'll bring up a question I want any of you reading this to answer.

Didn't they say during the initial preview teasers that there was an important plot event happening in the background of this card? That never bore fruit and I can't remember the exact preview stream I heard it, but I swear I did. I want someone to confirm this for me. I'm abusing my power.

Regrettably, the flavor text makes this spell be sourced from Oko's Home Plane. I do love this weird tumbleweed creature though!

God I hate Oko he's such a scum bag (derogatory).

A personal favorite character of mine, Geralf is an Innistradi born and raised, here to investigate the Thunder of the plane- as well as test how mana bonds work for planebound folk now that they have access to planar travel. Good luck, sir.

An obvious native of the plane. I quite like the flavor of this card as well by the way, it's just a clever way to incorporate the geysers you would occasionally see in the old west.

Another Thunder Junction native! It's wild how many of these there actually are, but wild animals do make up a bulk of cards in Magic so it's not THAT unreasonable.

Fun lore tidbit; allegedly the Thunder only started after the Omenpaths opened up. No one has lived here before that so no one can confirm that is true, and this flavor text suggests otherwise.

One of the only cards showcasing the least important members of Oko's gang of ruffians! Kaervek and Satoru busting out of jail thanks to the help of Annie Flash. The framing of the card makes it feel more like Kaervek's doing the real world (valid, Satoru is a loser this entire story) so I'm gonna call it for Zhalfir here- and yes even though technically everyone from Zhalfir is from Dominaria, it's a plane all its own now. I make the rules here!

The Fomorian made star-key to open up their vault on Thunder Junction, I feel like it is safe to say this was made here. It's got little arcs of Thunder and even looks like a deputy star, so it fits the vibe.

Fun fact; being a six pointed star, plus the fact that in the story they mentioned the sixth slot started glowing purple, I briefly had the idea that they might be implying the Fomorian's know of Purple magic and we'll get it in the big Space set we're getting down the line. Then I remembered Cosmium is purple and a major energy source for the Fomorion people, so nevermind.

I can't confidently say this is from Bloomburrow, given we don't know how big the people of that plane can get- so far they've maxed out at Badger and Fox- but I really don't know where this guy could be from otherwise! Maybe Ravnica? So lets call this Bloomburrow until corrected otherwise.

Incidentally this is one of my favorite pieces of art in the set. Love this fucking guy.

Beyond all the art signifiers, I believe it was straight up said on twitter this is a Therosian Sphinx, so she's from Theros. Good for her. Why is she wearing spurs...?

I'm fairly confident this is meant to depict Stella Lee, and she's from the Atiin people, so that's where this is from! Rundo meanwhile sounds like a Ravnica, but that's just some trivia.

This one I'm not fully sure on. The little bird like flecks of white in his magic, the watery energy... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before, but I can't quite place it. The red and blue suggests Izzet but then he's a Slickshot, the red-blue faction on Thunder Junction. I'm gonna go with my gut and say Ravnica, though.

Shit like this is why I wish we'd gotten a planeswalker guide...

Blue, so far, has some of the most easy and obvious ones to place, and for this I'm thankfully. This guy is a Stitcher, so he's from Innistrad. Easy as.

She's got some of the Sterling Company aesthetic going on, but I'm a stickler for stupid jokes so I'm gonna say she's from Zendikar. The armor could evoke Sea Gate, and they've always been good with ropes so why NOT translate that to combat?

Like with the earlier ghosts, dead-then-revived means you're native to Thunder Junction... but also this guy is clearly an Obscura from New Capenna, using some of his old magic, so I'mma call it for the big city here.

Oko's big bad gang preparing for the heist of the life-time. Since it's Oko's big idea it's from Oko's stupid plan.

The sort of misty blasts of fire and ice we're seeing here is aesthetically similar to the "gunfire" magic of New Capenna. I love this guy by the way.

Hey wait a second Ashiok can't do stuff like this. They can only read nightmares, not minds!

YEah for those of you who don't know, the Ashiok in this set is actually Jace in disguise! So this is from home-grown celtic Vryn mind-shredding. Our hero(?) ladies and gentlehommes.

An actual Sterling Company goon, though at least this one has a funny joke to his card. I still really like the work they did in making sure every weapon used in the set has the needed arcing loop for Thunder to channel through it.

Oh right the reason why we're here. I'm gonna say New Capenna again, because there's basically no defining traits here. Also god I just realized he's missing the front brim of his hat and it looks terrible. Graywater pay your men properly they can't even afford complete hats!

It took me a bit to realize what was happening in this card. The lady in the back is only choosing the final Spree option here, swapping around the Outcaster and the Hellspur's clothing. Rude!

Clothing swap spells seems like a funny prank to pull at magical college, so Arcavios is where this is going.

I think in cases where I just cannot make any reasonable assumptions based on art, I should look at mechanics. Flashback is usually in Innistrad... but this lady's neckline is WAY too exposed for that Even accounting for the new plane... honestly I give up, the only real identifying factor here is her little lockpick device, which... kinda looks Kamigawan? Lets go with that.

The vibe, the way she wears her hat, and the little phone cord(?) on her belt makes me think of New Capenna. Look some of these are really difficult and I gotta go by vibes!

And that's the 30 card limit, give me a half second for part two!