#Jack in the Box is one of the best fics I've ever read

[xtreme-cringe-warning]

When you finished reading a really good fic and now your life no longer has purpose

[itsnotgray]

gray’s fic recs

my tagging/recommendation system is a mess beyond the point of fixing, so i made a masterlist. (i’ll slowly be adding fics to this!)

- an asterisk is next to players who play for the ahl team of said nhl team

- if works focused on more than one person, they’re listed under the other people, but only tagged in the first one you see in the list.

- also, apologies if the links don’t work correctly, it is in fact my first time making a masterlist

NHL/AHL

Anaheim Ducks

Jamie Drysdale

hey roomie by @emaanemaa

- trevor and jamie threesome. that's right, that's all it took to get you to go read it.

Trevor Zegras

chameleon by @hischierhaze

- listen- if you're someone who, whether it be consciously or unconsciously, changes themselves and their personality for those around them, or you have a history of it- please read this. I promise you, you won't regret it.

now that we don't talk by @sc0tters

- it's a toxic relationship with trevor, of course I'm gonna eat it up (she might end with trevor... or she might not. you'll never know if you don't read it.)

hey roomie by @ emaanemaa (fic linked above under jamie)

the penalty box series by @starsandhughes

I- if you're not already keeping up with this series... where have you been? every update is laugh out loud hilarious, and leaves you itching for more.

cruel weather- apart of the penalty box series by @starsandhughes

cruel weather gets it's own link because of the amount of emotional damage this inflicted upon me.

Arizona Coyotes

Boston Bruins

Buffalo Sabres

Devon Levi

like it very much by @jackhues

there aren’t many devon fics (which there totally should be), but the way i squealed when i read this one. further affirmed the fact that i think he’d be the best bf.

Calgary Flames

Nikita Zadorov

that scar hurt by the way by @swissboyhisch

- listen…. i’m the farthest thing from a flames fan, and can wholeheartedly admit it was an adorable read.

Carolina Hurricanes

Chicago Blackhawks

Colorado Avalanche

Columbus Blue Jackets

Adam Fantilli

to you, my adamo by @hischierhaze

- it's adam's birthday + his debut, can you blame me for crying?

his return by @hischierhaze

-this made me cry. but in making this, i'm convinced anything kei writes with the fantilli brothers makes me want to cry from either just how sickeningly sweet it is, or of course, sadness.

tiny dancer au by @letsgetrowdy43

god when i say sunny and adam have my heart- i mean it. they’re sososo special to me.

Dallas Stars

Wyatt Johnston

our song by @lovinbarzal

hands down one of my favorite wy jo fics/au’s. it’s wyatt x a barzal sister, a pairing i wouldn’t have thought of, but works so well!

Detroit Red Wings

Edmonton Oilers

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

waking up in vegas by @doc-pickles

- matty t x hughes!sister is a dynamic i didn’t know i needed.

Mackie Samoskevich*

perfect girl by @dmercer91

- this had me feeling things like no other... a big hint as to why? she's shared.

Los Angeles Kings

Alex Turcotte*

who does it better? by @harry-hollands

one of the cutest social media au’s in a while (technically has two parts, but they don’t have to be read together)

Minnesota Wild

Montreal Canadiens

Kirby Dach

here with you by @sc0tters

- it's amber's writing + kirby, what's not to love? (if that's not convincing enough, maybe the line, "I will follow you to the ends of the earth," is.)

Nashville Predators

New Jersey Devils

Jack Hughes

timeless by @babydollmarauders

- if I hadn't originally read this in the middle of the grocery store, I can almost guarantee that I would've cried from just how heartwarmingly adorable this is.

out by @babydollmarauders

- equipment manager x jacky boy- aka a trope I never knew I needed, but now crave after reading this.

ballad of a homeschooled girl by @babydollmarauders

- hands down one of the best pics I've probably ever read in terms of conveying emotion. my stomach was in knots the entire time, attesting to just how realistic the writing is.

never grow up by @aliaology

- i'm sorry but you're not human if you don't get even the tiniest bit emotional at any fic with "never grow up" as the song. BUT A FIC WITH THE BROTHERS? this rendered me emotionally unavailable for a solid 20 minutes.

medía management au by @babydollmarauders

the media management au is an ongoing series staring mr jack hughes and his lovely girl, dove! the updates always bring a a smile to my face, and more than likely make me laugh out loud.

4:41 am by @sweetestdesire

listen, as much as i adore brynn’s smut like no other, her fluffy, soft and sweet fics just do something to me. she writes them so detailed, and consistently has me craving for soft moments with a significant other (a significant other i do not have)

John Marino

stay for a while by @sc0tters

- when i talk about made me feel things, i mean it. amber never fails in writing panty-dropping smut, while also having an thought-out plot.

Luke Hughes

welcome back by @leaentries

- this literally made me swoon. a protective lukey- what's not to love?

nobody's love by @eyesthatroll

- my heart was in my throat while reading, and my emotions were all over the place. regardless of how emotional it left me, it was amazing and deserves all the love.

never grow up by @ aliaology (fic linked under jack)

- older hughes sister watches her brothers grow up + never grow up = tears

summer aches by @starry-hughes

- this fic makes me want a luke to take care of me when i get headaches, triggered by heat or not

what’s not to like? by @starry-hughes

- queen ellen and jimmy are a little apprehensive of you…

jack’s best friend by @lvrzegras

okay listen- any of the brothers x their best friends is great, but jack’s best friend x luke… it just hits different, yk?

Nico Hischier

I never could've seen you coming (I think you're everything I could've ever wanted) by @writingonleaves

- this is probably as close to a literary masterpiece as a fanfic posted on tumblr will ever get

will you take a moment? promise me this (that you'll stand by me forever) by @writingonleaves

- listen- it's apart of the universe she began in the fic above. I have the fic linked under nico (because the oc eventually ends up in a relationship with nico, as seen in the part above), but this is sososo found family heavy. if found family is your trope, then this is your fic

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal

it's nice to have a friend by @youunravelme

- put me through the emotional wringer in the best way possible.

winnie martin's favorite person by @ilyasorokinn

- god- i cannot even begin to describe how cute this is. all i can say, is that I need more pictures of barzy with kids... for science of course.

New York Rangers

Ottawa Senators

Philadelphia Flyers

Pittsburgh Penguins

Sidney Crosby

she was the (red) devil by @crosbyscurls

- hockey meets f1 is already a dream combination… but sid x f1? absolutely amazing

San Jose Sharks

Seattle Kraken

St Louis Blues

Tampa Bay Lightning

Toronto Maple Leafs

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

these michigan summers by @lukevangelista

i feel like the only way your not aware this series exists, then your new here. because if you haven’t read this, where have you been? this is for sure one of my top three series’ on tumblr, finished or unfinished. will in fact, forever have my heart. (currently unfinished)

the sun to my moon by @ghostfacd

this fic is part of an au! i highly, highly recommend checking it out- quinny + a grumpyxsunshine trope, what’s not to love?

never grow up by @ aliaology (fic linked under jack's name)

- older hughes sister watches her brothers grow up + never grow up = tears

Vegas Golden Knights

Washington Capitals

Dylan Strome

it's never too late to come back to my side by @lukevangelista (a series)

- one of my recent favorites. particularly geared towards those who think back on old friendships (...and constantly overthink on whether you should reach out. spoilers- it's never too late)

Winnipeg Jets

NCAA

University of Michigan

Luca Fantilli

missing you, quietly by @bitchinbarzal

- emotional torture in the best way possible. i re-read a concerning amount

i lost him by @hischierhaze

- made me cry- but in a good way

baby 101- name reveal by @hischierhaze

- it's dad!luca... yeah that's right, now that you have that cute thought in your head, you kinda have to go and read it

I tell you that I think im falling back in love with you by @writingonleaves

- this fic is sososo special to me for so many reasons- and I think you should totally read this fic to figure them out... just saying

opposites attract au by @dmercer91

this is a link to the head anons for the au- but please go read this sweet au. luca and landen are one of the sweetest pairings.

Nick Moldenhauer

sundays are for textiles by @drewsbuzzcut

- super cute read, and it's apart of an even cuter au

all american lace by @drewsbuzzcut

- also apart of that super cute nick au she has- but this part was not so cutesy (it was at the end). had me on the edge of my seat, and tears building in my eyes. the type of angst you physically feel- but with the type of ending that makes up for it (trust me, it does!)

Mark Estapa

icy roads by @nicohischierz

the simplest explanation i can offer is that this broke my heart- but i loved it anyway!

Boston College

Gabe Perreault

princess!gf x gabe perreault by @yankstrash

- these two are on my mind at least three times a week. i aspire to become amelia- aka find someone who is as down bad for me as gabe is for “his meels”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have a list of Lestrade POV or Mycroft POV fics? I love reading what others think about these two idiots in love.

Hi Lovely!!

AHHH Okay I DIDN'T have a specific list, so I've gone through my bookmarks I've tagged as such with either POV, but I KNOW I've missed a lot of fics... I needed a list for this weekend so... VOILA! Sorry it's so rushed, and I will forewarn many of the links are from FFNet 💜🖤

If ANYONE has a Johnlock fic that that they would love to add to the list that I obviously missed, please do add them below!!!! I would greatly appreciate it!

MYCROFT or LESTRADE POV JOHNLOCK

See also: Mystrade Fics (MFLs)

The Most Awful Thing by whitchry9 (K+, 1,072 w., Ch 1 || Hurt/Comfort, Holmes Brothers, Seizures) – When Mycroft witnesses Sherlock having a seizure, he is at a complete loss as to what he should do. Thankfully, John is there.

Yorkshire Gold by Tammany Tiger (K, 1,467 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Holmes Brothers, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Angst, Open Ending, Grief, Implied Bondlock) – Mycroft may not mourn Sherlock's death-but even if he knows his brother lives, he's not without his own grief. It ain't easy being The British Government. But at least he's got good help. Set between the Fall and the Return.

It Was All Right There In Front of Him (A Five Times Plus One Story) by bees_stories (T, 3,191 w., 1 Ch. || 5+1, Protective Idiots, Grooming, Bed Sharing, Lestrade POV) – DI Greg Lestrade is a good detective. But sometimes he doesn’t trust the evidence in front of him, until there’s a compelling reason to do so.

The Warehouse Chat by AllesandraQuartermaine (K, 3,611 w., 1 Ch. || Meddling Mycroft, Canon-Compliant, Drama / Family) – When Mycroft Holmes learns about the presence of John Watson in his brother's life, he does what any brother who worries would do. He learns what he can and then abducts Doctor John Watson for a chat in a warehouse. Set in A Study In Pink.

This is my friend, John Watson by aaronisgay (T, 3,691 w., 5 Ch. || Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Yard Finds Out) – Lestrade has known Sherlock for over three years, yet in that time barely learned anything about the man. Then one day, Sherlock walks onto the crime scene with a short army doctor in tow. As time goes on, Lestrade wonders why neither of them ever go on dates...could this mean something? Otherwise where Sherlock is married and the Yard doesn't even notice.

When Your Belly's in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart (T, 4,743 w., 1 Ch. || PTSD, Character Study, Rescue, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Torture, Trauma, Danger, Drama, Kidnapping/Captivity) – The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side.

Study in Mycroft by chappysmom (K+, 4,929 w., 1 Ch. || Character Study, Big Brother Mycroft, Mycroft POV, Nosy Mycroft, Holmes Brothers) – A look at Mycroft's thoughts and actions during a Study in Pink.

The Refining Fire by Arwen Jade Kenobi (T, 5,451 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TGG AU, Angst, Friendship, Alternating POV (Lestrade, Mycroft, Sherlock), Worried Sherlock, Hospital Recovery) – Fire can burn things to ashes, but it can also burn things together.

Our Sudden and Strange Return by Arwen Jade Kenobi (T, 10,314 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship) – One year, eight months, and an odd number of days after the alleged fatal fall Mycroft gets a message from Sherlock saying that he's back.

Sympathy for the Devil and Mycroft Holmes by scifigrl47 (T, 18,535 w., 2 Ch. || Family, Canon-Compliant, Meddling Mycroft, Big Brother Mycroft) – Mycroft has always protected his younger brother, but there are some things he just can't control. Sherlock's relationship with John Watson is one of them. Set during the first two seasons of Sherlock.

Jack In The Box by Liketheriver (T, 30,785 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Case Fic, H/C, Lestrade First POV) – John's been kidnapped, Mycroft has rules, and Lestrade has to do his best to keep up with Sherlock as they deal with a returning foe. Lestrade POV as he and Sherlock work to find John, even though that's the last thing John seems to want. Part 2 of Bedtime Universe

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 324. brb x oc

a/n: DADDY IS COMIN' HOME AWOOOO (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Beatrice woke up early to put the trash out and looked over at Miranda’s house out of habit. She hasn’t bothered her ever since she put Miranda in her place but she could never be sure. Jolene trotted behind her, the pittie’s head craned towards the same direction she was looking at.

She hums seeing that it was still quiet and normally, Miranda would be jogging early morning. She narrows her eyes, then plops the trash bag down, letting the lid drop and close it as she propped her hands on her hips, “...hm…odd.” she mutters, “Even if I don’t see her right now it feels…weird, doesn’t it Jolene?”

Jolene tilted her head, her brown eyes fixed on Beatrice as if trying to understand the nuances of human behavior. Beatrice chuckled at the canine companion who always seemed to share her sentiments.

"Yeah, odd indeed," Beatrice mused, rubbing Jolene's big ol head. "It's been a while since I've seen Miranda out and about. Maybe she's finally decided to keep to herself."

As Beatrice made her way back into her house, she decided to not dwell on it. She had things to do and she was planning on decorating for Halloween already, working on it oso she could spend time with the kids and Rooster when he returned.

She sent him a message a few hours ago, just an ‘i love you,stay safe <3’ because she knew he was busy. Nicole and the twins were still asleep so she took that time to speak to her husband.

Sort of.

Beatrice moved through her morning routine, she busied herself with Halloween decorations, the vibrant colors of orange and black filled her home as she pulled the boxes out of the closet. Plastic pumpkins, spider webs, and spooky creatures adorned the floor as she sat on the living room.

Jolene,wagged her tail enthusiastically as Beatrice worked. Eleanor and Jack were busy being the literal guard dogs to the kids, so it was only the two of them for now. Beatrice sighed, pulling her hair up in a ponytail as she placed a fake spider on her lap, trying to find the hole to slide the string through while keeping her ears open in case the baby monitor chimed up.

Then her phone started buzzing nonstop. She looked down at it and blinked, “Shells?” again, her best friend kept surprising hr at how….early she was waking up. But if she called it must be important,so she put it on speaker, “Morning Shells.”

‘Girl’ the other woman spoke as if she could stop hiding her excitement “Are you sitting down?”

“....yes?”

Shells chuckled on the other end of the line, her excitement palpable even through the phone. "Okay, brace yourself, Bea. You won't believe what I just found out."

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, “Must be crazy if it’s got you so worked up this early in the morning"

Shells took a deep breath before dropping the bombshell. "Miranda is moooooooving!!!."

Beatrice's eyes widened, the plastic spider slipping from her lap as Shells' revelation echoed through the phone. "Wait, what? Are you serious?"

Shells laughed, the sound contagious even through the phone. "Dead serious, Bea.She's packing up and leaving town."

Beatrice sat there, her mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Miranda, her neighbor and the source of much recent turmoil, was leaving?"Wait I–," Beatrice finally said, still processing the information. "I didn't see that coming. She’s leaving without Mark? He’s still deployed."

"I know, right? I couldn't believe it myself when I heard. “

"Which, by the way, how do you know about this,Shells? She’s…my neighbor and you don’t live…close by?" 

"Well, let's just say I have my ways of staying in the loop. And in this case, the grapevine was particularly generous. I've got eyes and ears everywhere."

“That is the scariest sentence you’ve ever said.”

“I know,right???”

“Well,um alright, spill the details. How did this happen?"

Shells adopted a more serious tone. "From what I've gathered, she’s just bouncing." followed by the noise of Shells opening a candy bar, wrapper crunching in her hand, “No reason,yet.”

"Are you sure about this, Shells?" Beatrice asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I mean, why would she just up and leave?"

Shells crunched on her candy bar, the sound oddly comforting through the phone. "That's the million-dollar question, Bea. I've been digging, and so far, no one seems to have the answer. It's like she decided one day to pack her bags and vanish into thin air."

Beatrice sighed, running a hand through her hair. The Halloween decorations lay forgotten around her as her focus shifted to the unexpected turn of events. "I can't say I'm not relieved. But it's just... strange, you know? Why now?"

Shells hummed in agreement. "Trust me, I've been racking my brain for answers. Maybe it's a family matter, or she got a sudden job offer somewhere. Who knows? People do weird things without warning." a pause “Maybe she is just tired of Mark.”

Beatrice nodded, still processing the information. "...or maybe there’s some fire on her ass.."

Shells chuckled. "Well, wouldn't that be the icing on the cake? But seriously, focus on the positive—she's leaving, and you won't have to deal with her antics anymore!"

"You're right," Beatrice said, forcing a small smile. "Maybe things will calm down now."

Shells' tone turned sympathetic. "Listen, Bea, you deserve some peace. Whatever her reasons for leaving, just focus on your family and yourself. And if she comes back and tries anything, well, you know where to find me."

"Thanks, Shells. I don't know what I would've done without you through all of this."

"You'd survive, as always. But not as stylish." she chews for a few seconds, “You talked to Rooster yet?”

Beatrice sighed, "No, not yet."

"Bea,Rooster is your husband, and if there’s something I know about him is that he will never just not talk to you. You know if possible, he’d bring you with him whenever he was deployed. Relaaax.”

Beatrice nodded, a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty in her eyes. "You're right, Shells. Of course, he’s been very busy lately too.”

“Bob as well,couldn’t talk to him that often either.”

“...talk as in talk or–”

“He still hadn’t replied to the pics I sent him…”

"Pics? Are we talking about the wholesome vacation kind or the spicy, keep-the-relationship-alive kind?"

"Definitely the vacation kind, Bea. We're not that scandalous." a snort “I’m fucking with you, yeah it’s the spicy ones. A lot of them.”

Beatrice couldn't help but laugh, the tension of the situation momentarily lifted by Shells' playful banter. "Well, at least someone's keeping the flames alive. I should probably work on that when things settle down."

Shells smiles over the phone, "Absolutely! A little heat is good for the soul. Keeps the spark alive in more ways than one. Make Rooster miss you even more! He’s getting promoted right?"

“Yeah.”

Shells let out a low whistle. "Promotion, huh?No big deal. You'll do great, get some lingerie and work it girl.”

Beatrice laughs softly,placing the spider back on her lap grateful for Shells' understanding. "You're right.I’ll do that.”

"That's the spirit!" Shells cheered. "And if you ever feel overwhelmed or just need someone to talk to, I'm just a phone call away. Now, back to the spicy pics—"

Beatrice interrupted with a laugh, "Shells, I think we've covered enough spicy topics for one conversation. Let's keep it PG from here on out."

Shells chuckled, "Fine, fine. PG it is. But seriously, Bea, take care of yourself. You've got this, and Rooster is lucky to have you. Maybe treat yourself now that Miranda is,yknow,going away."

“Hm.”

“What?”

“...It’s just,I mean,she’s leaving her husband behind?” she asks, “I..it seems so crazy to me.”

There’s a pause before Shells answers, “I mean, you and Rooster are just…great to each other,plus smart, you guys are so much better than those two. That’s why it’s hard to wrap your mind around it.”

Beatrice sat on the floor, absentmindedly playing with the spider figurine on her lap as she continued the conversation with Shells. "Still…don’t you think it’s odd?”

Shells took a moment before responding, her voice quier. "Yeah, it is a bit odd. I mean, relationships are complex, right? Sometimes people make choices that seem incomprehensible to the rest of us. Maybe there's more to their situation than meets the eye."

Beatrice sighed, her fingers tracing the delicate patterns on the spider figurine. "I guess. It's just hard to fathom leaving someone you've built a life with, especially when things get tough. Rooster and I have had our challenges, but we always find a way to work through them." she frowns, “I..almost feel bad.”

“It’s ‘cause you are a kind person babes. Even if they don’t deserve any of your kindness.”

Shells' words hung in the air, and the brunette let out a soft sigh, "Yeah, maybe I am too kind sometimes," Beatrice admitted, her gaze fixed on the spider figurine. "But I mean, I guess I’m still wrapping my head around that…Miranda is bolting…I almost feel good about arguing with her when I did."

"Well, the argument was a long time coming, you know? Certain people need a wake-up call. And besides, you stood up for yourself. That's never a bad thing."

Beatrice nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're right, Shells. You are so right."

“Girl I’m rarely wrong.”

“Lies.”

“Hah! Also, hey, you and the kids should celebrate it tonight. It’s your night off from the bar after all,Bea.”

 "Celebrate? You think we should?"

"Absolutely! Why not? Life's too short to not celebrate the victories, big or small. Plus, it's your night off, and I think you deserve a break."

Beatrice chuckled, the tension of the day easing a bit. "You know what, Shells? You might be onto something. A celebration sounds like a good idea. I…don’t know what we’ll do but,yeah, it’ll be good."

"Atta girl, do that." Shells says, opening another candy bar “In the meantime, me and aunt Penny will fix some stuff at the Hard Deck.”

“Oh?”

“No, there’s no need for help. Girl, it’s your day off. The bar will be here no matter what.”

Beatrice leaned back against the couch, the soft glow of the phone casting a blue light on her face  "Thanks, Shells. I appreciate you looking out for me," Beatrice said, smiling softly as she crosses her legs by the ankles

“So, what are you thinking? Movie night?”

Beatrice chuckled, considering the options. "Well, with the kids …maybe? Nikki is one and the twins are a few months old so…I…I’ll have to check what they could watch?"

“Kids love movie nights, right? And it's stress-free for you." Shells said, her voice distancing from the speaker for a few seconds, “I dunno, some disney could work? Kids love Disney.”

"Yeah, Disney sounds like a plan. I'll check what's available and suitable for the little ones. Thanks for the idea, Shells."

Shells laughed on the other end of the line. "You are welcome! No need to stress on your day off. And you know, you guys deserve a break. It's been a rollercoaster recently."

"Tell me about it.”

"Well, you did marry a Navy man. Drama comes with the territory, my friend. My grandpa was the worst. Remind me to tell you about it one day.”

“I will.”Beatrice laughs softly "Thanks, Shells. It means a lot. And you're right; a little celebration won't hurt."

"You deserve all the happiness, babes. Now, go prepare for your celebration. And tell the kids I said hi."

"I will, Shells. Take care and thanks again."

As Beatrice ended the call, she leaned back in her chair, contemplating the evening ahead. The idea of a celebration lifted her spirits, and she felt a renewed sense of relief once she was alone with her thoughts.

When the phone buzzed again she expected it to be Shells…but when she looked down, her eyes widened.

Roos (08:02)

I’m coming home gorgeous ;)

[unwillingpuckbunny]

HELLO! i'm bored of revising so here is a list of (some of the) accounts that i think the world should know about (i really should be revising biology because i have a really big test next week and have done 0 revision please someone shout at me so i'll actually revise coz my adhd really aint helping)

@luvhughes43: your boy can't read - made me legit laugh out loud, dad!Quinn series - adorable, crazy over you - mwah chefs kiss

@babydollmarauders: the media management series - need i say more. if you haven't read it yet what are you doing with your life go read it now, company - so cute, dress - it's taylor swift and jack hughes combined so obviously its good duh

@zeegshughes: these michigan summers - honestly one of the best things i've ever read i live for quinn and libby, her relationship with jack and luke is adorable and i'm always so exited when I see a new chapter (is that the right phrase idk i'm calling it a chapter)

@hockeyandhrsepwr: snap - so cute and the sibling dynamics are top tier

@bagopucks: she's taller - as a certified tall gal i appreciated this fic immensely, single reader series - adorable (can you tell i love a dad!nhl player fic) hudson is so sassy i love him and auston's desperation to be called dad is so heart wrenching just that need to be loved and accepted by this tiny human is portrayed so well i love it, disheveled ducking - so gutwrenchingly sad i had tears in my eyes reading it

@dmercer91 bug's sister series - so funny sibling dynamics on point what more can i say

@jackhues: some of my favourite series ever, mockingbird au - kinda sad but so cute quinn is the biggest sweetheart in this chefs kiss love it, peanut's world au - living for the sibling dynamics in this with auston and mat too it's peanuts world they're just living in it, buttercup's world au - omg i could never speak abt this au enough I love single dad sid in this he is such a girl dad its so cute someone give this man a child I can't wait to see sid as a dad irl

@letsgetrowdy43: my muse - i can't paint for shit but love this little fic i just love an insta edit

@starsandhughes: the penalty box series - one of the funniest things on this app I love it and everyone in the world should read it thank you and goodnight

ok that was a long list but I had things to say

pls send me new fics/accounts to check out bc I hate revising and apparently want to fail (I don't acc want to fail but I need something to do to destress (yeah e keep telling yourself that))

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i just realised that there are no jamie fics in any that I recommended and that is a crime

i've read so many good jamie fics but apparently forgot abt them (?)

omg and no luke fics what is going on with me today

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Desmond verse - Hell hath no fury - for she is here

An Ask on Tumblr led me to write this oneshot in a single night. The writing frenzy was super fun though!

A huge shoutout to Deadmeme Jack, another awesome writer in this fandom (read her fics. They're awesome!). She literally sat down on a Discord call with me for more than 4 hours to help edit through this fic. I've learned a lot from her and had so much fun! So thank you, Jack! You're the Queen of Beta Readers everywhere!

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Summary: Before she’s a woman, Celica is the Imperial Baroness of the Coastal Empire first and foremost. But when her dignity as a woman is wounded, she’s more than happy to remind Rhett, Castin, and every Intacians present why a woman’s wrath is akin to hellfire.  

OR

A ‘what if’ oneshot where after being publicly humiliated during her Intacian debut and being told not to make a scene, Baroness Anesidora refuses to hold her tongue.

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Celica could remember the day her world shifted on its perfect axis. 

Ezekiel greeted her morning, carrying a pot of Black Assam and a pink diamond necklace tucked in a velvet box - the first piece made from her mines and a promising start to a profitable collection. Tea and gems - a wonderful combination that would brighten any woman’s day.

Only for her best friend (who had been missing for months) to quite literally crash through her bedroom window (which was most definitely not on the ground floor), startling the poor maids solely to confess that she had fallen in love with a man - A Witch Hunter of all things! 

Yes, the Baroness knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Though she still called the doctor to check her brain and later the Exorcist. Just for good measure.  Once her friend was deemed ‘somehow - actually sane’. She deemed it a good measure for all to wash up. 

Clad in her freshly steamed bathrobe (“Thank you, Ezekiel”), the maids resumed preparing the Baroness for the day ahead, Celica kept her mind open as Isolde Vermillion waxed on and on about her and Rhett’s vision for Intacia and the Coastal Empire. About how future generations deserve to grow up without centuries of war looming above their heads and that peace is long overdue. She hums when needed, nodded at some of the points that would benefit the Anesidora Household in the long run and even humoured Isolde’s tales of her misadventures.

However, those weren’t enough to quell her anger over Isolde’s abduction. Even if something allegedly good came out of it.  

“It’s clear that the two of you put lots of thought into this,” The Baroness remarked, faux blithe. In front of the vanity mirror, she struggles to muster a smile when one of the maids delicately drapes the new necklace around the column of her neck. In apropos of nothing, Celica asks, “That reminds me, have you heard of the rose bushes they planted at the academy grounds recently? Rumour has it that they are fast becoming a romantic spot for couples.” 

The smile on the Water Ascendant’s face froze. She put down the cup of tea and exhaled slowly, understanding the true nature behind the Baroness’ words. Gambling, mind games and layered conversations - the favourite pastime of Imperial Nobility, her friend being no different. Isolde began to choose her words wisely as Celica dismissed her maids with a stilted smile and soft tilt of her head.

“I… I know it doesn’t make sense, but after everything I’ve been through, I understand that Rhett is actually a good man. He’s far from perfect, but his heart is always in the right place, his head is always thinking about what’s best for his country and people. But he also carries a lot of regret for what he did as a Witch Hunter, Celica. The assault at the academy? Those deaths? It’s all because of this-this forsaken war! Both sides are equally the sinner and victim, you do agree don’t you?” The Ascendant implored her, beautiful green eyes all but begging. 

Celica said nothing. Truth be told, she couldn’t have cared less about the war since it has never affected her or her business. That is, until Isolde’s disappearance frightened her enough to learn everything she could about the Witch Hunter’s organisation and Intacia’s standing in the war. Pushed her enough to smuggle a group of Ascendants to Intacia’s naval base just so they could rescue Isolde. And if the worst came to be, avenge her best friend by any means necessary. 

“I don’t care about the war, Isolde. I care about you,” The Baroness genuinely admits, causing the other woman to flinch, eyes wide in shock. Shock, as if she hadn’t considered the content of the characters of those who stood beside her.

‘Of course, she wouldn’t have’.

“You know of my duties. You know I must put the welfare of the Empire and her Royal Family first. Most people don’t even know a war is going on right now. But you and Reyes are the only friends that I have - Do you understand how scared for your life I was when you disappeared, Isolde? How, even now, as we’re sitting together for the first time in months, I am desperately trying to understand how you could ever fall in love with your enemy?” She tried not to spit out the words, but she could feel some of her loathing seep through.

Such framing seemed selfish. Perhaps because she was raised without parents to love her and moulded by the strict and indifferent Imperial customs throughout her life; a dark part of her refuses to feel guilty about said selfishness. Call it nurture or nature it does not matter, everything considered the Baroness possessively protects those she cares for. 

It was the honesty in that selfishness - perhaps even the vulnerability - that Isolde appreciated. Likewise, even reciprocated. Pushing herself off the settee to kneel in front of the Baroness, Isolde placed her hands on top of Celica’s. 

“Then, as your best friend, I beg you, give Rhett a chance. Try to understand that he’s more than just an enemy; he’s the man I love. A man that will bring an end to this war. We just need your help to make it happen.” She squeezed her hands with fondness. “I believe in him. I believe the future we can make together, and I want you there with me.”

And because Isolde is one of hers, Celica closed her eyes and nodded once. Setting the motions that utterly destroyed her old life. 

***

Today is the same day that Isolde returned to her a month ago. It seemed longer given all that had happened. Only this day marks an important occasion for everyone involved. 

In a land where commoners, warriors and politicians could mingle and receive first-hand news on where Intacia was heading in the future, information was the new great power - if only by becoming a more visible player in the game of politics. Something the new monarchs were keenly aware of as they made the arrangements for Celica’s debut. Celica’s own political machinations had been kept hidden from the public eye. Yet, no matter how quiet Celica’s arrival was, rumours still spread like wildfire; an Imperial Noble was amongst them. Keeping things under wraps became more difficult the longer Celica was kept hidden. A fine balance was to be struck; too rushed a debut would inspire disaster in a country that held great animosity towards her stature, whilst too delayed would leave them losing the upper hand it granted them should she be exposed. 

Tonight, the royal palace was alive with music and buzzing excitement. Food and drinks are plenty for all, with everyone enjoying themselves. Most of them were blatantly staring at Celica from afar. She had been instructed earlier to rest at the quiet corners of the banquet, completely covered from head to toe in her white dress, tight puffed sleeves with a beautifully ornate lace as the chest piece.

No one dared approach her. 

The Baroness was just mentally debating fixing herself a plate of macaroons from the table when King Rhett - her best friend’s enemy, kidnapper and husband - decided to make himself known with a neat bow. 

It would have been considered quite polite by Imperial standards. Had he not also made a concerted effort to stare into her eyes beyond the embroidered veil. ‘It’s not their culture’ She assured herself, ignoring the nagging doubt in her mind that Isolde would have already taught him this.

“Baroness, a word?” 

Celica gave him a curt nod. Together they stepped away from listening ears.

He continued;

“The Queen wanted me to tell you she’s sorry she couldn’t be here,” Celica felt her heart sink just a little at that. “But we both wanted to thank you again for your cooperation. I know this is likely not what you imagine for yourself, but the sacrifice you are making is deeply appreciated.” 

From behind her veil, Celica stared coldly. “I’ve not decided yet.” 

The once Witch Hunter caught his blunder. “Right. That is if you choose to go through it.”

The Baroness shifted her attention to the crowd before her, lightly tugging at the veil obscuring her view. Somewhat surprisingly, he seemed to notice her annoyance at the itchy fabric.

“Yes. I’m sorry about the veil; I know it is dumb. But it’s an Intacian tradition, and we must humour the old men. Your future husband must not see you until I present you to him.”

She tried not to be irritated by his comment. Regardless of the outright duplicity veils had in her culture beyond death - she had agreed to this. Did he not know? Veils were considered so duplicitous to her own people, that it was downright cheating! Only acceptable in the height of mourning. Yet, here she was, doing him the favour of disregarding her own people’s traditions for his. Repeating Isolde’s words in her mind, she tried to assure herself. ‘Of course, he couldn’t know, it’s not like he’s our king. Surely he only meant to comfort me rather than highlight my own frustration to everyone? To assure me as opposed to belittling both people's traditions?’ Her self-assurance was apparently lacking.

The topic of her husband and arranged marriage has only been discussed twice, and both times were brought to the table by Rhett. The man assures her that he has someone that could match her in every way, including status, but he’s also held his tongue from speaking any further. As if not to spook her. Celica would pardon him if he was one of her servants, but the withheld information did nothing to endear this new King Rhett to her. 

“What kind of man is he?”

“Well, uh… his name is Castin. Castin Hammer, and as I’m sure you’ve heard, he’s a dear friend of mine. Were it not for his support of him and his fighting men, we may have not succeeded in uniting our nations.”

“I see. So I take it he’s rather good?” 

“He’s a great warrior, in fact. Among the best in Intacia.” King Rhett boasted, pride dripping from every word for his friend - blatantly missing her own ‘praise’ and the opportunity to quip with her. Perhaps he was hoping to appease and nurture a sense of curiosity within the Baroness - something young children from Noble Household’s often do during playtime to win over their friends. 

She could imagine how an Imperial King might react, something closer to ‘other than being my First Commander? He’s decent.’ But Rhett was not just an Imperial King consort - but an Intacian King. She would have to adjust. Celica, not for the first time held back a sigh; she felt far too old to play this sort of childish game.

“Where is he?” 

King Rhett frowned. The Baroness’ succinct questions reflected a tempestuous mood, and he knows he must manage that well. “I… don’t know. He should’ve been here already.” He then beckons one of the younger workers.

“Messenger.”

“Yes, King Rhett?”

“Go. Find out what’s keeping Castin.”

The messenger bowed once - perfect in his politeness - before making himself scarce. King Rhett resumes their conversation. 

“Listen, before he arrives, I must tell you, Castin is, uh, how can I say… a guarded man. It may take time and patience to bring him out of his shell.” 

‘Finally’ she thought, ‘something intriguing about him’.

“So he’s a shy, great warrior?” 

King Rhett hesitantly shook his head. “No. I did not mean it in that way. He’s… definitely not shy, but - ” 

Suddenly, the large entrance door pushes open, and the messenger returns. “King Rhett, presenting First Army Commander, Castin Hammer.” 

Celica could see how her best friend’s husband - finally slipped into his kingly persona, though it would’ve made her etiquette teacher massage her forehead in its obviousness. Back ramrod straight, chin up and eyes, front; it was as though Castin was commanding him. He walked forward - at least his gait did not seem haltered.

As Rhett took the proverbial stage, conversations tapered off. 

“Commander Castin, thank you for coming.”

“Yeah, of course, King Rhett. Sorry, I’m late.” 

In the background, a woman boldly interjects. “Asshole!” Her friends giggle. Something begins to itch beneath the Baroness’ skin.

King Rhett cleared his throat - without meaning to, yet acknowledging them. That itch steadily spreads. 

“Castin, our new nation owes you a debt it cannot repay. As a friend, I would like to thank you for the sacrifices you’ve made to get us here.”

“Yeah, of course, don’t sweat it.” 

At this point, it clearly must be Intacian manners. 

“And now, I ask you to make another.” King Rhett paused to address the crowd, staring each of them in the eye. “I know many of you have reservations about our union with our former Imperial enemies - ” 

Immediately, the audience began to stir. A few people murmuring that ‘reservations’ are too mild of an understatement, yet still, King Rhett took it all in stride. “It is OK. Do not hide it. Get out in the open what we are all thinking. I know many of you secretly talk about it among yourself. You are angry over the centuries of war that come from the Empire's constant aggression. Angry over the suffering and devastation brought upon by the Ascendants. And you have every right to be.”

What a bold move. One that put his Imperial guest in great jeopardy should he lose said audience’s reins. She doubted very much that the strapped dagger on her thigh would hold more than one off.

“But know that staying angry will not change the past. We’ve won. But seeking revenge will only result in more suffering. It is time we end this cycle that’s been repeating for centuries now. Put away the grudges and start building a new future where war on this continent is a thing of the past.” His attention returned to Castin once more, who seemed more interested in what was behind her veil than his king’s speech. “Castin, I am asking you to contribute to that future.” 

Celica's shoulders are poised, tensed in a way that seems elegant to the people surrounding her. 

When King Rhett offers her an arm, she could have screamed at the inelegance. ‘He’s Isolde’s husband, not mine! It would not be against either custom to offer his arm as the father of his country to a guest, in fact, it would be rather flattering to hold the king’s arm. But given the  context and the lack of his queen, it was as if he was already giving me away as a war bride!’

Still, to refuse would be to refuse His Majesty. 

Tentatively, she held on as lightly and gently as she could as he escorted her to the centre of the hall, where Castin and his troops stood. The King, not his messenger, made the personal introduction. “Presenting the Imperial Baroness Anesidora and personal friend of the Queen.” He then leaned closer to her, whispering - “Now, take off the veil!” 

Expression perfectly schooled and hands steady as ever, the Baroness pulls back the white cover. Gasps erupted among the crowd and awed murmurs travelling across the hall. Even Castin seemed taken aback. It reminded her vaguely of her first débutante. A familiar feeling in a foreign land - but people were people.

The audience seemed enraptured, King Rhett continued. “Now, Castin - ”

“Nah, it’s OK, Rhett. I can take it from here.” Commander Hammer intervenes. The itch makes Celica restless now when the King side-steps so that the Intacian warrior may approach closer. 

“Baroness. You’re even more… dazzling up close.” He says with an easy swagger. A line that had been fed to the Baroness from those wanting to take advantage of her many times before. So not a good start. But his next sentence starts to wear her already dangerously thin patience. “How’s it going, sweetheart? I’m Castin. Castin Hammer” 

Already, she found her perception of the Commander souring. ‘The audacity of this man! Addressing me using anything but my title?’ 

“It’s a pleasure.” Celica blatantly lied through pursed lips though it seems it flew over his head, for Castin smiles roguishly. 

“Nah, the pleasure is all mine.” His eyes barely concealed the lust brewing, and if this was her manor, Celica would’ve hit him with the bottle that had allowed only inebriation could let slip such a tone. No - actually, Ezekiel would have done it for her.

But the game is still on, so Celica kept her rage to a simmer. “Commander - ”

“Oh, c’mon, you can leave off all that Commander stuff.”

“...Leave it?” Celica repeats, incredulousness creeping into her tone. 

“Yeah, it’s cool. Titles don’t mean anything here, anyway. You can just call me Castin.” The man assures her. Almost eager, in fact, which doesn’t sit well with the Baroness. Titles meant boundaries and boundaries meant room to run for the fucking exit. In an esteemed and elegant manner of course. 

 “I’d rather not, Commander… Castin. Though I will concede your surname.” Perhaps such a pun would be inexcusable at home. Though she doubted Castin had noticed her refusal of his surname already.

Rather than put off like she had hope, Castin chuckled instead. “I like the way it sounds when you say it.” 

“Castin, I believe you had an offer for the Baroness?” King Rhett interrupts.

That apparently snapped Castin back to reality. “Right. Your Grace… I would like to give you pretty much everything I have. My lands, my army, my money - all of it. To you and this new country you’re trying to build. All I want in return is that you agree to be my wife.”

‘What an arrogant form of confession.’ She thought to herself. ‘His lands? Household Anesidora owns a mountain with rich mines. His army? Eaton is an Air Ascendant and her one-man army. His money? She was willing to bet that she makes more monthly than Castin makes annually. And that’s just from her gems alone.’ She side-eyed King Rhett, wondering if the man ever informed his friend exactly who she is. She could excuse such arrogance if he had also been kept as naive as her.

She doubted it though.

Castin cleared his throat. “Speaking of which, Rhett, I brought the Baroness a gift. Can I give it to her?” 

Before Celica could even open her mouth, King Rhett spoke for her. “Of course! How thoughtful of you.” 

Fingers clenching tightly on her dress, the Baroness repeats Isolde’s plea for Rhett in her mind. The blatant disrespect from both men is cracking her patience, and the itch for her poisoned dagger is becoming overwhelming.

Oblivious to the Baroness’ pale knuckles, Castin signals his men. “Bring it here, boys.” One of the warriors marched forward to hand over a box to Castin, who in return, proceeded to present it to Celica. “Here you go, sweetheart. This is for you.” He says and waited expectantly. Pushing a receiver to unravel a present from them in public is a form of rudeness that would make the Imperial Nobles banish Commander Hammer from any future party invitations. 

But this was Intacia and she was a guest. Intacian culture meant she could open it later but with all eyes on her and expectant, she was not to be given that choice apparently. Celica began to untie the ribbons on the box.

“Hopefully, it’s the start of a long and exciting relationship.” He added with a strange grin. Like stating a joke that only he knew. 

Soon enough, though, the Baroness realised why. The audience gasped again, only this time, in shock and glee at her expense when Celica held up a skimpy lingerie. The glass is shattered, and the itch overwhelms her. Her heart is pounding painfully against her ribcage the longer she stares at the offending piece while King Rhett hissed out, “Castin! What is this!?” 

“What? It’s for our marriage bed.” Castin nonchalantly defended himself. Laughter from the crowds rings painfully in the Baroness’ ears.

“What have you done?” King Rhett presses lowly; indignation coloured his tone.

‘Was he stupid? Of course, Castin knew what he had done. Finally, the Intacian mob could witness Imperial humiliation in the flesh.’ All at her expense! She didn’t even care about the stupid war!

But Castin ignored him in favour of the Baroness - delighting in her indignity. How could she go home with this above her head? The Armistice would be over by midnight!

“So, Baroness, what do you think? You know this is genuine Steelgate silk? I’d just figure it might add a little something-something to the wedding night.” 

‘Whether a sadist or simply stupid - it would be a cruel fate if I married him.’

King Rhett immediately turned to the Baroness, hands about to grasp her but catches himself back at the last seconds. “Please, forgive him. I-I told you he is - ”

With a serene expression, Celica lowered her right lingerie-clenching hand and raised her left-  slapping Castin as hard as she could. His chin whips towards the audience as silence descended into the hall. 

“Oh, shit.” a distant voice sounded. Her hand stung triumphantly as Castin turned back to look at her. Smirk freshly wiped from his face.

King Rhett cursed as Castin blinked before asking “What? Did you just slap me?” 

“Oh, no.” The King whined, but it was too late.

Castin began to grin again - but his eyes narrowed at her. “I didn’t realise you Imperial women were so… prudish. You know how expensive that is?”

Sadistic more so than stupid it seems. A cruel fate indeed.

Celica wordlessly stuffed the lingerie back into the box that the now clearly uncomfortable soldier carried. Slamming the lid on top before yanking it away from the still reluctant soldier and throwing it towards Castin’s smug lackeys.

“Whoa, whoa! Take it easy, sweetheart. If you don’t like it, I could always get you something else.” 

“Well. That was utterly insulting.” Celica says, devoid of emotion, making a pointed effort to wipe the dust off her gloves.  

“Insulting? Rhett, please. Tell me, how was this insulting?” ‘So he only pretends to be stupid!’

King Rhett, however, started to panic. Trying again to appease her. “Baroness, please. I understand your frustration. But you are making a scene. The peace is fragile. We must keep up appearances.”

“I’ve been humiliated.” 

“Yes, I know. But, the people of both our nations are watching. Just let me handle this.” 

“No,” Celica softly declared. Her tone sent icy shivers down his spine. “I’ve had enough of your incompetence and disrespect.” 

The Baroness rolled her shoulders back and clasped her hands in front of her stomach. A plastic smile pulled onto her face. To the world, she appears as an image of the inherited imperial right - As though the Goddess herself had begun to pull her strings to a tune of power.

But King Rhett, at that moment, only saw a dark chasm splitting the Baroness into two. Her mask widened as from behind pearl-white teeth, inky darkness flooded out. They were tendrils, threatening to choke every ignorant man and woman nearby.

And what eventually crawled out is a monster unlike anything he has ever seen before. 

-

Rhett could remember the day he lost his childhood. 

When the Ascendants assaulted his village, sparing no one, he could no longer be considered a child. The same goes for any of his surviving playmates. Goddess, even now, Rhett could still feel the burning anger and hatred nestled in his heart when he was a Witch Hunter; he remembered the faces of the Ascendants who removed their armoured masks when the village was no more than a mountain of ashes.

With lungs full of black smoke and eyes stinging with tears as he huddled close with Castin and Lilia, Rhett will forever remember those Ascendants as the ugliest monsters he had ever seen. Logic dictated to the child that they were humans, just like him, but the absolute terror the Ascendants evoked petrified him enough that he thought nothing else would frighten him like that ever again.

Rhett was horribly wrong. 

The Baroness cast an inscrutable glance at Castin and repeated her previous remark, “You have publicly humiliated me as a woman and tarnished my reputation as the Baroness of the Anesidora Household with your… gift.” 

Then she focused on him. 

Something must’ve dawned on Castin - perhaps his self-preservation finally kicks in? Rhett could only hope - for he tried to defend himself again, properly this time, but the Imperial Lady refused to spare any more attention for him. 

Now confronted by his wife’s best friend underneath the glittering chandeliers, Rhett can clearly see the Baroness’ face transform. Her serene human face melted like hot tar, revealing a brand new horror that only a monster could provoke. Its lips curled back, exposing razor-sharp teeth with a guttural snarl. Its eyes, though still ruby red, now have a tint from the abyss with a sort of mindless feral wrapped in shadows. The worst is its gaze; it struck Rhett like a furious beast from Hell, terrifying him in place. Distantly, Rhett wondered if his heart had ceased to beat because he was certainly struggling to breathe. 

Unlike the Ascendants, who were monsters moulded by war, the abomination in front of him was nurtured. Hungry eyes tore apart even the tiniest flaw on Rhett’s face. 

He had been a fool to think the Baroness was a creature sheltered in peace.

“Your blatant disrespect of my title infuriates me, Your Majesty,” Celica Anesidora’s voice is controlled. Smooth as silk yet loud enough to be heard by everyone in the hall. “So I will approach the Queen with a simple question: Me or you?” 

“What do you mean…?” The young King questioned warily. His mouth tasted of ash.

“Tomorrow, the Queen must decide: her husband or best friend. If she chooses you, I will return to the Empire. I will withdraw my support, wealth, business networks and influence from Intacia. Burying my friendship with the Queen for choosing a man that repeatedly insulted her best friend, her fellow countrymen and even herself. My support of this peace rendered meaningless, and the embargos shall resume as well active assault. However, if she chooses me, I will bring her home. I will then personally fund the Imperial army using every last coin from the Anesidora fortune. My Knight will lead every available Ascendant I can employ against Intacia. When your lands are utterly destroyed and your people starving, I wonder how many of your ‘brothers and sisters’ will clamour to bring me your head for my mercy.”

The room was silent. A pin drop could have been heard had there been one. Everyone in the room held a collective breath. Castin’s face was paler than a phantom as his hand rested uneasily over his sword hilt, waiting for permission to draw and behead her. King Rhett swallowed thickly. The atmosphere stayed tense, waiting for the guillotine to fall. 

“Are… are you threatening me?” 

“No, Your Majesty. That wasn’t a threat. It’s a promise.” 

“After everything… I thought you wanted peace! I thought the four of us wanted an end to the war!”

“You think. You want. As if you’ve done something that warrants my endearment to either of those things.” 

She’s curious, Rhett realises in horror. She’s curious as to why he expected her to play nice, even when plans for the unification of their countries are on the table. It’s a sort of selfishness that’s devoid of empathy.

He now understands the warnings his Queen gave him in their bedroom: 

“OK, look, underneath the frills and sparkly stones, Celica is a simple woman with a simple desire. She just wants her family - which you can count on one hand, by the way - close by. While she treats her title as a 9 to 5 job, she takes pride in her hard-earned achievements. But you also got to understand something, Rhett. Living in a gilded cage broke her… I think. And the Empire took advantage of that.” 

“What does that entail exactly?”

“So you know the Imperial Nobles are nasty in their own way, right? Unfortunately, Celica isn’t an exception. She likes pulling strings from the shadows, using others to get what she wants. And when the blame game begins, she’ll have people pointing their fingers at each other. Don’t look at me like that, Rhett! The Baroness isn’t malicious in nature. That’s just, her? She won’t hurt you, but she will just give you enough rope to hang yourself with. Actually, that still sounds kinda bad.”

“‘Kinda?” 

“Hey, she’s on our side! I managed to convince her to give you a chance. So wow her as you did me, OK?” 

Perhaps he had been too distracted in the bedroom. Now in the present, Rhett perfectly comprehends that the Baroness has pushed them all into a corner. The decision that she’ll lay for the Queen is an illusion; no matter what his wife chooses, the Baroness is the victor. If any of his men harm her in retaliation or fear, the Empire will immediately resume attacking Intacia.

It’s insane how an arranged marriage - Hell, just an arranged engagement transformed into a Goddess damned ambush!

King Rhett bit his lower lip, struggling to put a lid on his growing anxiety while the Baroness silently stared at him. Waiting for his next move.

Like most Intacian warriors, Rhett was taught to fight until his last breath. To take death over defeat. Now though? This is bigger than him; the crown on his brows weighs the heaviest. Whatever he does now spells either the doom of his people or elevates them into a new era. 

The politicians began to murmur among themselves; the commoners were confused about how to react while the warriors watch Castin. Castin, now guilt-ridden for pushing his friend to the point of needing to beg an Imperial, steps forward to place Rhett behind him. Only to be pulled back.

It is the King of Intacia that stops him.

It is his friend he cannot bear to watch kneel before her in supplication. Though ranking had never mattered to him, honour did.

“I’ve wronged you terribly, Baroness Anesidora.” The accented baritone voice boomed off the walls despite his humble tone. Celica seemed unmoved by this. “My actions and words tonight were egregious to a woman of your stature. But please, I humbly plead that you reconsider your promise. For the sake of my wife. For the sake of my people. For the sake of my nation. What will it take to earn your forgiveness?” 

Seemed was the word, being on the floor, King Rhett couldn’t see how Celica’s human face snapped back into place. Dragging the monster back into its cage as his gesture once again made her uncomfortable; though for a different reason. Not out of offence, but rather because she found Intacian dramatics to be, well, dramatic.

“Acknowledgement. Accountability. Followed by a public apology from the offending parties,” The Baroness easily offered. As if she’s already planned for this, planned to have him humbled if not humiliated publicly for wronging her and at this point, Rhett doesn’t doubt it.

But since the terms were simple, he eagerly tilts his head up. Hope blooms in his heart like a budding flower during Spring. “Then may Castin and I deliver our - ”

“Unfortunately, I’ve grown weary from tonight’s affair,” King Rhett’s expression dimmed ever so slightly at her announcement. ‘Is the Baroness still playing her games?’

 “I’m open for an audience tomorrow. That should give you plenty of time to practice your deliverance…” Celica offered graciously.

Everyone could only watch as the Baroness gave King Rhett a curtsy before the crowd parts like the sea as she exited the hall. Taking with her the oppressive air yet leaving the Intacians uneasy. Some claim that Baroness Anesidora was bluffing; others didn’t dare to wait for the fallout. 

Cutting through the chattering partygoers, Castin helps Rhett up to his feet. His voice is uncharacteristically small when he speaks. “I… I shouldn’t have - I never - I didn’t mean…” The Intacian warrior exhales deeply and tries again. “I didn’t mean for things to turn out like this. It was my fault, Rhett. I’ll fix it with the Baroness; I promise.” 

The words rang in his ear. Chorusing the night, “It’s a promise.” 

“I was in the wrong as well, brother. I should’ve paid closer attention to the Baroness. This went beyond cultural differences; this was a political nightmare.” King Rhett sighed, rubbing a palm over his jaw. Another realisation hit him; the Baroness purposely chose to talk to the Queen tomorrow. Forcing Rhett to break the news of what happened tonight to his wife so he would stew in the pot a little longer. 

‘What a -.’ 

“So what’s our game plan?” His Commander asked seriously. 

“Acknowledge our mistakes. Give the Baroness an appropriate form of accountability. Apologise to her with both nations as witnesses.” King Rhett parroted. 

Castin whistled lowly. “A Water Ascendant as our Queen and an Imperial Baroness as my spouse. Rhett, I say this as your buddy, but you sure know how to pick your women.”  

[springlock-suits]

1. Who's your favorite animatronic in general?(That you love all or most forms of)

10. What's your favorite music from Fnaf official soundtrack?

12. How well do you understand the lore?

17. Have you ever written a fanfic?

1: Springbonnie!!! So the Bonnie's in general!! Gosh I love them so much. Bonnie, Withered Bonnie, Toy Bonnie, RWQFSFASXC, Springtrap, Springbonnie, Plushtrap, Jack-O-Bonnie, White Rabbit, Bon Bon, Glitchtrap, Vanny, Ralpho. Withered Springbonnie/The Yellow Rabbit All favs of mine at varying levels. The bunnies <3 🐇

10: This ask probably means the movie, I mean all of fnaf >:]

Bonnie's Lullaby, which is just a music box version of Schubert's Serenade, you won't believe how desperately I want a real physical music box but can't find any less than $50 :[

As for like, made for fnaf songs, The fnaf movie intro and Smashing Windshields I'm a fan of

!!! I can't remember it or if its even made for fnaf but the menu screen music for fnaf world had been living in my mind constantly all of these years and I can't get rid of it

12: I don't 👍I haven't watched a theory video in years, all my knowledge is gained from being there as the lore happened n the games came out. I've also read the book trilogy, or well, tse and tto in full. And I've read the mimic short story from the pizzaplex books. I do not know anything about remnant or agony(???) And I Will Not. I understand 1-4 lore the best. I still dont know where sl is in the timeline tbh

17: Several! I only remember one wattpad one and I cant check bc I deleted all my wattpad fics in an embarrassed rush. You're not missing out on much though it was Springtrap × The Pringles Can man and it ended before they even met

As for like, fics I made when not 10, we have Ladies Night and A Killer's Trophy, both from this year ^v^

Ladies Night is a short one-shot featuring Henry and William. William is very gender to me

A Killer's Trophy is me trying to give Steve Raglan more scenes

[panevanbuckley]

any hotchreid fics to rec?

oh gods okay I think this has been sat in my inbox for a week because I've read a ridiculous amount of hotchreid fics and narrowing it down to a short list is much easier said than done 😂 but here's a few that I definitely suggest checking out!

Fixed With a Nap by thatnerdemryn - possibly one of my favourite 5+1 fics! super fluffy, melts my heart. my boys just wanna sleep dammit

Never Bet Against the House by wednesdays_child - The Aaron Hotchner Dimples of Death™ ....need I say more??

Fridays with Doctor Reid by DarkJediQueen - super cute fic, matchmaker Jack and tutor Reid (and I'm pretty sure a lot of encouragement from Rossi). I also recommend checking out this entire series; it's a load of amazing alternate meetings between Hotch and Reid and I just love them!

The Agent and the Model by DarkJediQueen - okay, I wasn't gonna add another from the above series but this one was one of the first hotchreid fics I read and honestly it's like insanely good (maybe just because I adore the idea of model!Reid??)

A Loose Tie by skj - a short, silly fic of Hotch and Reid's relationship being found out because I have an obsession with secret relationship fics

Golden Letters 'Verse by EloquentDossier - soulmate au because am I even obsessed with a new ship if I haven't read at least one of these?! mutual pining galore, super cute

gonna put the rest under the cut because I couldn't narrow the 100+ fics I've got bookmarked to anything less than 20 sorry 😅

Bright by EloquentDossier - this fic is cute, fluffy and funny! oblivious!Reid because who doesn't love a bit of that? plus pining!Hotch and Garcia being the best wingman ever

Evidently Unaware by travelinthedark - and to switch it up have some oblivious!Hotch, this fic is great

Three Letter Agency, Four Letter Word by merle_p - mutual pining, light angst, love confessions, what's not to love?

Outside the Box by writing2death - totally adorable fic of Spencer bonding with Jack, these two are so freaking cute together!

... and a Haircut by kuriadalmatia - basically what I consider canon for why Spencer cut his hair short at the end of season 5, more Jack and Reid bonding too!

pastas, pictures and parenthood by lavenderlotion - even more Jack and Spencer bonding because their dynamic is too precious

Happy Fathers' Day, Spencer Reid by writer_in_theory - I literally just read this fic but by gods it's freaking adorable!

Conversations in Transit by travelinthedark - sweet and funny little fic, sassy Reid is what I live for

A Quiet Interrogation by anoccasionalcigarette - one of my favourite headcanons is Hotch encouraging Reid's little rambles and this fic shows it so perfectly, I only wish it was canon!

Chinese Wall by HogwartsToAlexandria - short, fluffy fic based on one of my favourite hotchreid gifs. perfection!

FMK Gone Wrong by howshouldipresume - hilarious, accidental relationship reveal with Spence being an honorary member of 'the girls' for the night

Certainly Surprised by anoccasionalcigarette - again, I'm sorry, secret relationship fics are probably my favourite okay and this one is amazing and funny, highly recommend

The Tradition of Sprigs by kuriadalmatia - gods this fic!! super cute, pulls on your heartstrings and I could totally see it being canon

an ordinary hand by t4tterdemalion - touch starved Hotch! touch starved Hotch! touch starved Hotch!

[littleferal]

Alright lemme try to do this properly.

@jazzelsaur for SHTC and every glorious thing about that fic, including the fact that it brought her into the whorish screeching circle of friendship.

@frannyzooey for TMTC, for Box Set, for Weeknights, for The Fog, for so much more and for being one of the sweetest people I have the privilege of knowing on the internet. 💗

@yespolkadotkitty for her Tovar and her Zach (I remain compromised by "The Man I Chose" and "Make Your Move") and for being a delight of a human being.

@astroboots for being a whore gremlin bucket of sunshine and for the entirety of the Homecoming verse and its gloriously smutty sweetness and yearning.

@alwaysbethewest for being a wonderful person and for writing some of my favorite fics on this webbed site. Every word is glorious and I couldn't pick a single favorite if my life depended on it.

@thirstworldproblemss for being a fellow grumpy old and also delightful person and being largely responsible for throwing me in a pit over Fishben. Between her and Mary I need to file for compensation.

@miceenscene for entirely too many excellent (and gutwrenching) Frankie thots and her continued gremlin friendship over this strange cavalcade of mustaches.

@littleferal yes I'm pinging you again in your own inbox, sue me. Yours were some of the first multi char HCs I read when I fell into this pit, "High Hope" is still one of the softest fics in the fandom, and I am continually grateful for your friendship.

@softanon for being the best haunter of inboxes and source of more delightful thots than I can shake a stick at. Also responsible for Benny feelings.

@iamskyereads for the sweetness that is her domestic Ezra series. I've binged it more times than I should admit and I keep forgetting to give it the reblog and screech it deserves.

@oonajaeadira for the brilliance of both her Calls series "Good. Things. Take. Time." and "A Girl Walks Into A Bookshop". I absolutely lost sleep over the latter, it is wonderful.

@keeper0fthestars for...just everything. Every fic is absolute gold. I mean that 10000%. "Mine" took me out at the knees. "Midnight Cravings & Other Starry-Eyed Confessions" might still be my favorite Frankie fic in existence. So much good stuff.

@the-ginger-hedge-witch for the absolute glory that is Adversity. Thank you for feeding my gunslinger problems and my ever-growing need for more mmf content.

I know there's more people I should shout out, but holiday mush brain has set in. Thank you for your words and your friendship, I love you all. Happy new year. 💗 - L&A

big shout out to some very lovely people from the wonderful @loversandantiheroes 💖

@jazzelsaur for Stars Hit the Ceiling (Frankie Morales x reader x Agent Whiskey)

Frankie wakes from a nightmare. Sometimes he needs you and Jack to help ground him in reality.

@frannyzooey for so many wonderful pieces I'm simply going to list her whole masterlist

@yespolkadotkitty for The Man I Chose (Zach Wellison x f!reader) and Make Your Move (Zach Wellison x f!reader x Macus Pike)

@astroboots for the Homecoming Universe (Frankie Morales x f!reader x Santiago Garcia)

Home is something Santiago Garcia left behind a long time ago. But on a short visit to his hometown, he rediscovers that home is not a place, it’s the people you love.

@alwaysbethewest for her soothing fics, masterlist here

@thirstworldproblemss for bringing us all into the FishBen pit with the Blanket Verse

Being the only woman on a Delta Force team with five men is tough, but having teammates–and best friends–like Frankie Morales and Benny Miller makes things a little easier.

What isn’t easy is hiding the fact that you’re in love with Frankie. (Little do you know, he’s hiding some feelings of his own.) But when a mission gone wrong leaves you naked in bed with both men, there’s nowhere left to hide.

@miceenscene/@miceandpens for swinging with her Frankie thoughts

@ yours truly 🥺 for High Hope (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

Frankie takes care of you during a very low time

@softanon for all her askbox bombing and loving

@iamskyereads for her Domestic Ezra Universe (Ezra x reader)

@oonajaeadira for Good Things Take Time (Pedro from Across the Street x f!reader)

Pedro ATS is a massage therapist with special services. Or so he claims. He gives you a three-hour session you’re both going to enjoy.

AND A Girl Walks into a Bookshop (Ezra x f!reader)

Set a couple of years after the events of the film. Ezra owns a bookshop. You walk in.

more loving for @keeper0fthestars for Mine

Din x Wife!reader. Din cares for you during a bad period day and both of you discover another deep-seated desire about one another.

AND Midnight Cravings & Other Starry-Eyed Confessions

Frankie Morales x f!reader. Frankie trusts you enough to let his guard down, to be vulnerable with you. Love languages and the messy emotions that go along with that, fluff, cheesy self-indulgence. this started out as a series of soft h/c and I have no idea what happened.  3K words later, here we are. A few of you have touched on domestic Frankie in the kitchen and it turns out i’m a sucker for the ‘slow dancing in the kitchen’ trope too.

@the-ginger-hedge-witch for Adversity

Frankie Morales x f!reader x Ezra. A dreamer and a realist make unlikely allies, and that was even before you came along.

[sugarbabywenkexing]

Hi! How are you?? I was wondering if you have more word of honor fanfic recs? Or your favorite ones? Thank you I love your blog and content I hope you have a great day!

I've got a few I've kept intending to rec, so thank you for giving me a nudge! My #woh fic rec tag has more suggestions for anyone who's interested. Under the cut, as always please read the tags.

warm company, cold nights by janonny, E, 23k, wenzhou

He gave Zhou Zishu a lingering look from beneath his lashes. “Your virtuous wife will accompany you of course.”

“Oh? When did I obtain a wife, let alone a virtuous one?”

“How could you say that, A-Xu?” Wen Kexing asked with feigned, wide-eyed hurt. “Would anyone but your virtuous wife prick their fingers a thousand times just to accompany you in this mundane chore?”

Zhou Zishu looked up and caught Wen Kexing’s gaze, arching an eyebrow. “If you’re my virtuous wife, then when are you going to fulfil your other wifely duties?”

Zhou Zishu is utterly baffled when his attempts to reciprocate Wen Kexing’s flirting results in unexpected and uncharacteristic reactions. As arrogant as it might sound, Zhou Zishu had expected Wen Kexing to respond far more enthusiastically, rather than quite literally fleeing from his overtures. What the hell is going on here?

(Otherwise known as ‘Zhou Zishu’s 5 attempts to get Wen Kexing to have sex with him + 1 time he thoroughly succeeds’.)

this harbored deluge for you and i // 像我和你需要下一场雨 by gardencitymovements, M, 30k, wenzhou

Three months. He’ll stay three months. Just long enough for that shrimpy Zhang Chengling to wean into this new world, and then he’ll leave. Just three months he’ll allow himself that brassy, beautiful line cook, who barked the most flirtatious insult at Zhou Zishu as he charged down the cracked asphalt with a towering pallet jack of wholesale soy sauce boxes; his voice magnetic like an army general’s, clear above the rumbling gallop of his condiment fleet.

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chaperoning a new orphan across the Pacific runs into complications.

Strays. by orange_crushed, E, 47k, wenzhou

Zishu's mind has been trained to this sort of work: to take in every meaningless detail and produce from that the truth. To assess danger and opportunity alike. Of course, this is a misuse of his talents. Kexing shouldn't concern him. He should be nothing to Zishu: just another foolish boy to mold into a useful weapon, or else to discard. But then, Zishu has seen what's really inside him, the pitiless tiger who lives in his guts. And he might be the only one who has. Kexing let the other boys off with bruises, didn't he?

He is Zishu's, somehow. As much as anything has ever been.

[AU timeline in which teenage runaway Wen Kexing meets career assassin Zhou Zishu and upends both their lives.]

Moon, Flowers, Man by saturate, E, 3k, wenzhou

“It looks like you won, A-Xu.” Bullshit, Zhou Zishu had wanted to reply, but held back. Then, throat bobbing against Zhou Zishu’s blade, “Will this one repay you with his body at last?”

Chengling's Sweet Home by Chiharu, G, 11k, Chengling focus with background wenzhou

Zhang Chengling knows he hasn’t been dealt the best hand in life, but he’s content where he is now. Living with Zhou Zishu is comforting in a way Chengling cannot describe and could not have imagined back when he was still being shuffled from uncle to uncle. He’s comfortable here--happy, even.

Chengling doesn’t have much to complain about these days. In fact, the only issue troubling him is the increasingly evident realization that his adoptive father’s house husband is an actual mobster.

Beauty In Firelight by TheGoldenOath, E, 3k, wenzhou

He cannot keep standing here and thinking such obscene thoughts while he stares at A'Xu, especially wearing so few layers. Nothing to hide under. So much to hide from.

Lao Wen can't keep himself under control anymore. (Un)fortunately, he needs a little bit of a helping hand.

a jackal; a thief by brawlite, E, 11k, WKX/YBY

This is not the first time Wen Kexing’s body has been poisoned like this.

passers-by, late in spring by pumpkinpaix, E, 4k, wenzhou

“I said enough,” Zhou Zishu repeats, hooking a finger under the leather before he can think about it. His knuckle grazes Wen Kexing’s vertebra—he feels the way the makeshift choker presses against Wen Kexing’s windpipe, hears his surprised gasp.

Wen Kexing falls silent immediately, stops mid-stride.

[mychemicalficrecs]

Hi so I've read 2 my chem sports AUs recently (All We Need Is Daylight by Helena_Hathaway and Getting the Gold by frankiesin) and I loved them surprisingly a lot because My Chemical Romance and various sports are not something you'd expect go together. I'm wondering if you know of any other sports AUs?

Hi Nonny!

There's a few Sports AUs I know and if you don't mind High School Sports AUs, there's quite a few of those as well!

Sports AUs

All We Need is Daylight by Helena_Hathaway, Frank/Gerard, 240k [WIP], Explicit. Frank is thrust all too suddenly into a new life, one where he's not warmly welcomed. He's the best goddamn hockey player he knows, though, and he's not going to let anyone take that away from him. Or at least, not until his world comes tumbling down.

Getting the Gold by frankiesin, Mikey/Pete, 9k, General Audiences. It's Mikey's first time as an Olympic coach, and he's navigating the new role pretty well until he meets the men's swim coach. Pete's gorgeous, funny, and entertaining as hell, but Mikey's pretty sure he's already got a boyfriend. Also featuring Mikey and Lindsey being Super Bros, and way too many baby athletes in need of supervision.

you wanna get it for free by akamine_chan, Ray/Mikey, 2k, Explicit. Ray's a wrestler, you see...

Pages In Your Passport by inlovewithnight, Mikey/Pete, 15k, Explicit. Pete pursued soccer instead of music. He has a good long run in the game. Then in 2010, he meets this guy in a band.

The Circuit by stoplightglow, Frank/Gerard, 24k, Teen And Up Audiences. In the world of competitive motorcycle racing, nothing is more prestigious than the Grand Circuit Tour. Americans everywhere gather to watch as the twelve best racers in the nation compete for the title of Circuit Champion and $100,000. Gerard Way is no stranger to the race. When he was a teenager, his name was practically legend - but after disappearing without explanation six years ago, he's become little more than a relic of the past. Now, at age twenty-six, Gerard is back on the Circuit with something to prove. It's Frank Iero's first year on the tour, but he's more than ready. No one has seen a kid blast through the ranks so fast since Gerard Way first appeared on the scene a decade ago. With a cocky attitude and the whole country swooning over him, nothing can slow him down. The stakes have never been so high. Welcome to the Fourteenth Annual Grand Circuit Tour.

Down And Dirty by dear_monday, Frank/Gerard, 3k, Explicit. Gerard's own beloved cherry-red Harley has pedigree in fucking spades, sure, but she's seen better days, and she just doesn't have the power to outrun Iero and that revolting custom paint job. The matching helmet painted to look like a jack-o-lantern is just too much. An AU wherein the boys are dirty bikers, inspired by the recently-released photos from the Japanese Rolling Stone shoot.

shut up and drive by Trojie, uglowian, Patrick/Mikey/Pete, 139k, Teen And Up Audiences. Pete Wentz is the grid girl, Andy Hurley loves him (not like that), and Jared Leto is the bad guy. A.K.A.: the bandom The Fast and the Furious AU that literally no one asked for.

Another Cog In The Murder Machine by ace_writez, Ray/Mikey, 3k [WIP], General Audiences. Mikey's life is set. He's going to get a basketball scholarship for university and then play in the big leagues. All he has to do is get team captain his last year of high school. But he runs into some competition when another good player also tries out. Suddenly he's not so sure he's going to make it. Ray is also trying for a scholarship. As the star quarterback of Belleville High for three years, he's gunning for a fourth. When a situation at home suddenly drags him down, and a certain boy at school catches his eye, he finds himself at a crossroads. Two boys. Two sports. One school, and one story.

Day Seven: Half Dressed - Frerard by LeatherlipsIero, Frank/Gerard, 3k, Mature. Frank reached out his hand for the stranger to shake, "I'm Frank, let me buy you a drink as an apology?" He smiled again when the stranger grabbed his strong and callused hand with his own soft one. "Thank you, but it's my fault, honestly." The strange and pretty man tried to explain but Frank didn't care. "I insist." He said and sent the beautiful stranger a half smirk with half-lidded bedroom eyes, which had the poor boy blushing in seconds. Score.

Olympians by krissykane, Frank/Gerard, 3k, General Audiences. Frank is a shooter who has (somehow) made it to his second Olympic games. There he joins the crowd at a fencing event and sees a certain Team USA fencer for the first time.

Take One For The Team (Excuse Me If I'm Rude) by frenchpirate (Whiskey_n_speed), Mikey/Pete, 25k, Explicit. “So, your coach,” Gabe started, change of subject, thank god. “Yeah, what about him?” Mikey asked and glanced over at Pete who was heading towards the coach locker rooms, dragging a net of footballs after him. “You never told me he was hot. I’m pretty sure that’s withholding indispensable information. I should’ve signed up for the soccer team.” He said halfway jokingly, and William scoffed and rolled his eyes. “What, he’s not-“ “He so is. He’s like totally – small and handy,” He made a smooth explanatory hand-motion. “I want to fit him in my pocket.” * (Or; twenty eight scenes about skipping school, douchebag friends, post-college parties and way too much soccer)

Boxer!Fic by iamdali, Frank/Gerard, 47k, Explicit, General Audiences. After med school, Gerard had this idea of what life would be like. The idea now probably seems more than ridiculous, but still it’s what he clung to in order to drag himself through those gruelling morning hours after an all nighter of studying or writing some preposterously long paper on some disease or medical break through or why whatever part of the human body does whatever it does, and what happens when it doesn’t.

It's Not A Side Effect Of The Triple Axel (I'm Thinking It Must Be Love) by mizubyte (b_dsaint), Mikey/Pete, 10k, Teen And Up Audiences. If not for Alicia, Mikey never would have stepped on to the ice, let alone become a figure skater. Now, over 15 years later, Vancouver is Mikey's last chance for Olympic Gold. If he doesn't get distracted by snowboarder Pete Wentz, that is.

If The Skates Don't Fit by halfeatenmoon, Lindsey/Gerard, 12k, Teen And Up Audiences. Lyn-Z thought her rollerderby team might have a chance of winning some games this year, until she discovered that the new girl she'd recruited to the team was actually a man named Gerard. With a week to go until the first match against their long-time rivals, the Cobras, Lyn-Z and her teammates instead steal one of the Cobras' players - Maja, who has been feeling underappreciated since her side was joined by a new star. Maja's a great player, but it's a challange to learn to skate with a new teammate with only a week to go, especially when she still has some unresolved issues with her old captain.

Split lips hurt by toxic_fox, Frank/Gerard, 769 words, Teen And Up Audiences. Every Thursday, at six o’ clock sharp, frank goes boxing. He loves the adrenaline, the rush he gets from fighting, the blood, the pain. He kind of likes the kind medic as well.

Uppercut by mcrhomo, Frank/Gerard, 3k [WIP], Teen And Up Audiences. Frank is dealing with a lot in his life, including body dysmorphia. When he signs up for a boxing class to lose weight, he meets Gerard, and his whole life is turned several different ways (for better and for worse).

I Believe You're The Enemy (Game On) by imanemostan, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Mature. Constant affairs kept secret by frank and gerard, on different laser tag teams playing against each other. weirdly enough, both their schools have an official laser tag team. How will they ever be able to keep this a secret?

I Just Want You by Bridgetti, Frank/Gerard, 2k, General Audiences. Frank teaches Gerard to skate.

It's All In the Game by happilysurviving (orphan_account), Frank/Gerard, 46k [WIP], Mature. Even jocks have issues. Especially the closeted ones who have friends they have to kick off their football teams. And it gets even worse when they have to kick them off because of a homophobic coach. But of course that's only the beginning as this is Dan Howell and he always has to have larger problems on top of the ones everyone else would believe to be impossible to handle. Having Frank as his best friend certainly doesn't help or the head gossip guru in town as his mother but it could be worse, right? I mean he could be in love with an opposing team's quarterback... Oh wait.

Frerard Football Team AU For Which I Could Not Think of a Title by franks_hands, Frank/Gerard, 5k, Teen And Up Audiences. In the locker room and at practices, Frank was noisy, bordering on obnoxious. He seemed to bounce off the walls sometimes. He didn’t know about personal space.

of cute boys and rollerskates by etselec, Mikey/Pete, 1k, General Audiences. “I’m teaching you how to skate,” Mikey nearly fell as he removed Pete’s arms away from him. He squeezed his hand instead, “so our next date it won’t be as awkward.” “Date?” Pete asked. “Well, we’re holding hands already, aren’t we?” Mikey smiled at him.

Hand in Mine, Into Your Icy Blues by sundrowned, Frank/Gerard, 28k, General Audiences. Gerard is the captain of the hockey team and his overbearing father is the coach. When a new boy named Frank joins the team, Gerard has to decide weather to follow his father's orders to stay away from the boy or choose his own path.

Skating In A Ttutu by runaway_killjoy, Frank/Gerard, 51k, Teens And Up Audiences, Explicit. Frank has to move towns with his mom. He's disheartened to realize that teenagers are judgemental and manipulative no matter where you go. And no one gets judged quite as bad as the ballerina/skater boy who isn't even 5ft. Skater boy AU prompt, Frerard

Powderpuff by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd), Frank/Gerard, 2k, Explicit. It isn't like Frank's opposed to powderpuff football. The timing's just kind of bad.

Get Up And Go by inlovewithnight, 6k, Teen And Up Audiences. Mikey Way: Ultramarathon Runner.