#Same AU as Allu

[kakajoju]

They call him Eel because he's a SeaWing without wings, haha, get it

Hake is an adult Silk/Sea hybrid who never metamorphosed on account of him being a hybrid. Instead of smooth, his silk is razor sharp and he uses it as a weapon.

Him using it as a weapon landed him in prison where he holds a high position of power because he doesn’t let anyone push him around.

[theflyingfeeling]

I don't know if any of you remember but almost three years ago I wrote some AU fics as a part of an ask game and recently I reread this Fairytale(ish) AU one and one particular detail of it always intirgued me and I've wanted to expand that thought so much, and now I finally did!!

it's Joonas/Joel (as opposed to the Niko/Olli of the original story), and I do recommend you (re)read that^ one before reading this new installment to the AU, not necessarily because it has a whole lot to do with the original fic, but more to... put you in the right mood, I guess? ✨

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Once upon a time in a faraway land in the cold, cold north, there was a boy who loved the night sky. 

"They're our home away from home", his mother had once told him when they had watched the stars together. “When we die, we choose one and settle down for a while, but only until our loved ones arrive there too and we can cross the border together.”

"Will you go live in one too?" Joel had asked. They never talked about it, not with the exact words at least, but Joel had known her time was near, from the way her voice was growing weaker by each day that passed, and from how she needed Joel's help with unlocking and opening the old, heavy door of their hut (“it used to be the other way around, you know”, she'd laugh and Joel would laugh too, just to show her how brave he was).

"I will, and I'll wait for you there", she had reassured her son, as if she had sensed that was what Joel would have wanted to know next.

"But how will I know which one is yours?" little Joel had wondered. His mother had appeared to be thinking for a while, but when she had spoken again, there had been no hesitation in her voice.

"When it's your time, although it's not going to be in a very long while", (she had said this to console him, Joel knew, but at that moment it had only made him curl up even tighter to her side), "a northern light will appear to guide you the right way. It will be the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, and–"

"Even more beautiful than the one we saw last Winter Solstice? The one with lots of purple and pink and blue?" Joel had to make sure, because he had never seen a more gorgeous sight than the one from that particular night; even over a year later, he had still been dreaming about it and found all the other northern lights they had seen since then ordinary in comparison.

"Yes, at least ten times as beautiful as that one. You'll know it when you see it, and it'll know where to find you, too, so don't you worry, Joel. It'll all be alright."

She had repeated those words (it'll all be alright) when her hand had finally slipped from Joel's as her soul had left her body some six months after that conversation and some ten years from this moment when Joel found himself sitting on a bed again, staring out the window, waiting for something to happen.

He loved the night sky, with or without Aurora Borealis, because how could he not? That was where his mother was, his beloved mother, who had been his everything, and still was, all this time after the sand in her hourglass ran out. That was where his nana was as well, his mother had promised him, even though Joel wasn't sure he'd recognize her, having been only one year and two months old when she had passed, after which he and his mother had been left all alone in the cold, dark world.

(He had tried to ask if his father would be there too, waiting for them in one of those twinkling celestial bodies, but she had never given him an actual answer. "Your father loves you so much" was all that had ever been said on the matter, so Joel never asked to know more, afraid it would have had her eyes filled with more tears.)

So when his mother had passed, Joel had been left more alone than he had ever been in his life, in a world that was even colder, even darker than it had ever been before. On her deathbed, his mother had made Joel promise that he'd wait for this special northern light to come and fetch him, had insisted on it as if it was something really important to her, so Joel was keen on keeping his promise, even though he had been tempted to go look for the northern light himself, let's say, in the bottom of The Black Lake, for example.

He had stood there countless times, in fact, on the pier of the lake and stared into its depths, wondering how long it would take for him to no longer feel the coldness of the water. He had admired the reflection of the dark woods surrounding it, asking them if they'd look as comforting from the other side of the surface. Once he'd made up his mind about it, he'd turn around and walk back home, trembling by the time he’d reach the door.

One of those times, he had stood on the pier for hours, or so it had felt like, watching as snowflakes had softly fallen on the still surface. It had been quite early for first snow that year, so the lake had still been free of ice, and Joel couldn't help but imagine how extraordinary, how soothing it must be, to witness the ice forming from below and have it trap you in the frozen waves forever.

He had made up his mind about it then too, only that time he didn't turn to walk back home, at least not right away. If he had, he had probably run into the person whose blond-haired reflection had then appeared next to his own on the surface of the lake, among the melting snowflakes.

This was where Joel's story started anew: 

Once upon a time in a faraway land in the cold, cold north, there was a boy who loved another boy.

And Joonas wasn't just any boy; he was a boy made of light, as if the sun beamed literally out of him and left a trail of sparkles everywhere he went, even reaching as far as the darkest corners of Joel's rooms and kept them lighted even when Joonas was not there. Joonas saw tiny miracles everywhere he went, and for some strange reason Joel was lucky enough to be the person he shared them with ever since they had made friends that day. He felt warmth where Joel only felt coldness and helped Joel feel it too, wrapping him in it; he heard birdsong where Joel heard emptiness, the kind that terrified Joel to the bone until Joonas would take his hand and ground him, showing him how to focus so he could hear it too; he saw hope where Joel saw nothing but desolation and pulled Joel back from it, back to the surface where Joel could breathe again.

On so many days, Joel was breathing only thanks to Joonas.

Some other days, when Joonas the fisherman's son had been helping out his father with preparing trout and burbot for the court, the air Joel was breathing wasn't quite so pleasant, but on second thought, those may have been Joel's favourite days, because he knew that later that evening they would bathe together and use the rose soap handcrafted by Joonas' mother for exactly such occasions. Ever since his mother's last embrace, Joel had never felt as warm and loved as he felt when sitting in the bathtub with Joonas in his arms, aimlessly chatting about how the day had passed for them and listening to Joonas' anecdotes about the summer before and how the thorns of his mother's rose bush had pestered him when he had been collecting rose petals for his mother's soap.

Such was the warmth he felt also when sharing his bed with Joonas, in the hut that was their own as of last summer. Joel hated to abandon the warmth, but he could never forgive himself if tonight was finally the night that the northern light his mother had spoken of would come for him and he'd sleep through it, even if she had given Joel her word that it would find him no matter what, “even in your sleep, yes.”

Maybe that was what Joel was most afraid of: that it would happen without him even knowing it. As a child, he had been obsessed about actually seeing the phenomenon with his own eyes. As of late, he had other reasons to not leave this world so abruptly.

His feet hung from the edge of the bed as he stared out the window, at the sleeping village in front of him. All the houses were dark, but still Joel wondered if anyone else was awake as he was, waiting for northern lights to appear in the sky to accompany them on their way to the other side. Or perhaps they had been given other instructions, a right-timed comet or maybe a dead branch of a mountain birch pointing them to the right star, helping them reunite with a long-gone loved one. These were the thoughts Joel amused himself with to pass the time, until he saw something green approach from behind a fell.

It didn't take long for Joel to see that this, like all the other northern lights he had seen since that one Winter Solstice, was not the one his mother had spoken of. Although beautiful in its own, simple way, it was as typical a northern light as it could be, with merely a couple of different shades of green and yellow, whereas some of the more impressive ones Joel had witnessed had filled the dark sky with almost every colour Joel could imagine. Still, he couldn't take his eyes from it, and sat down on the floor for a better view above the trees and rooftops.

He expected it to wash over the village in a couple of minutes, as northern lights tended to do at this time of the year, but when almost half an hour had passed and the sky was still blazing green, he poked Joonas' feet under the blanket.

Joonas moaned but opened his eyes. They weren’t sleepy as they often did if he was woken up prematurely, Joel noticed.

"Get up, Joonas, you don't want to miss this."

As if boneless, Joonas slumped next to Joel on the floor and wrapped a blanket around them.

"Oh, wow," Joonas sighed as soon as his eyes focused on the lights. "That is stunning. Look at how they’re dancing." He wiggled himself into Joel's armpit and rested his head on Joel's shoulder. Joel smiled, for never before meeting Joonas had he imagined the northern lights could dance. Looking at them the way Joonas must have been looking, it was clear as day they actually were dancing.

Often, when Joel had been staring at the sky, waiting for his northern light to appear, he had felt awfully lonely. That was the point, Joel had assumed; that when he was at his loneliest, his mother would finally come for him. Then Joonas had entered his life, and those feelings had been few and far between – although never completely gone – and he was grateful for the company, even those nights when Joonas grew tired of waiting with him and fell asleep before the lights would appear, if they ever did. Other nights, Joonas seemed as anxious as Joel was to find out if tonight would be the night.

(Joel had never planned to tell Joonas, but he hadn't known how to keep it a secret either when Joonas had once asked him why he stayed awake most nights, looking out the window as if waiting for something or someone.)

"This isn't it either, though, is it?" Joonas asked him now, with a voice that was a mix of sympathy and relief. “This isn’t your mother showing you the way?” Joel added in his mind.

"No," Joel confirmed, and the strangest thing was, even he felt relief. Many nights he had cried into the night, begging for his mother to come and get him already because he couldn't bear facing another sunrise without her. These days, he wasn't quite as disappointed about it anymore.

"Good," Joonas agreed with what Joel hadn't even said out loud. "That means I get to keep you for at least one more day."

Joel felt the smile on Joonas' lips when they left a quick kiss to the side of his neck before Joonas laid his head on Joel's shoulder again.

Times like these, Joel couldn't help but wonder if this was why his mother had made him promise he'd be a good boy and wait patiently until he'd see those special northern lights she would send for him; if she had known her son's impulsive mind and his stubborn heart and was afraid he might try and follow her to the darkness persistently, despite her warnings.

"And this is important, Joel, because if you don't wait until you see those lights, you won't find the right star and we'll never see each other again."

So Joel had waited, and he was going to wait until the day would come. While he did, he might as well lean against the boy next to him and admire the night sky, just for the joy of it.

"Back to bed now?" Joonas' voice was muffled by the blanket he was pulling even closer to himself. The floor was as freezing as the surface of The Black Lake at this time of the year, and Joel knew Joonas hated being cold.

Not so very long ago, Joel would have wanted to stay up all night, just in case. Now, he saw no need for that.

"Let's go," he whispered and crawled back in the sheets, back into the warmth, back into light where Joonas already waited for him. 

[lnights]

Questions for fic writers 2, 5 (for Our circus, our zoo), 23, 25

Hi! 🖤

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Throwing the 6th in because that tag describes me 🤣 but yeah it does.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about Our Circus Our Zoo? Answer it now!

I wish someone would ask for more on Aleksi's family. I had an idea for a cousin (a young cousin, still a teen that had seen the abuse he got but hadn't been part of it) asking Allu for help because they find their soulmate and they're the same gender and they're terrified to come out to the family. Had nowhere to put it in the main story.

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

AHHH. I have had a Detective/Mafia AU in my wips since June or July and I have a vague outline and I would love to write it but I don't think I'm the right person for it 😭

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

Google is my friend.

[the-very-rubiest]

Thinking about the Girl Channel AU again and now I’m having Thoughts™ about how they’d work as girls and how their girlhood/womanhood would affect the band, bear with me ( @pastlink I hope you don’t mind me hijacking your AU and borrowing your names for them again):

Even bigger underdog themes. You know how the OG Blind Channel kept getting rejected by labels everywhere because they didn’t fit in a genre box and didn’t appear “marketable”? That, but make it “you’re not marketable because you don’t fit in a genre and you’re all girls.”

Constant fighting for recognition from the industry and audience. They have to try extra hard to get taken seriously, which has made them utterly ferocious.

Huge emphasis on sisterhood. Think Blood Brothers mentality but even stronger. A good part of the band’s formation was “We girls have to stick together, right?”

Short queen Niina who looks adorably small next to pretty much anyone else, then she grabs a mic and starts spitting bars and you realize that, oh, you may be way more into girls than you thought.

Jossu is “one of the boys” in the same way the OG Joel can seamlessly fit in with a group of women if desired. Neither version knows how to dress. Neither version appears to own a hairbrush either, to the chagrin of everyone else.

Allu still goes by Alex Mattson as a DJ, because Alex is a gender-neutral name and she enjoys the element of surprise when people discover the DJ wunderkind is actually a teenage girl.

The electronic music scene is another major boys’ club so when she meets the girls, they bond over their shared music taste, weird sense of humor, and being rare girls in a male-dominated music scene. In fact, when Jossu first looks her up, it takes her a solid minute to from “OMG it’s a girl?” to “OMG that’s a baby!” to slamming the adoption papers on the table before ever DMing her.

Olivia is the girliest one in the group. She and Jonna are the only ones who regularly wear skirts or dresses. Niina has been spotted in a dress once or twice, for special occasions. The other three have never been seen in anything other than skinny jeans.

The two tall girls buy all their clothes in the men’s department because a) practical and b) hard to find women’s clothes their size. Not that either of them owns more than two pairs of jeans and three shirts anyway.

[datashift-official]

Update! 1/24/2020

As you all may have heard, Peachy (@/ peachysarmy) , the co-creator of Datashift, has left the project. This has left a lot of questions as to what comes next.

First and foremost, characters will remain the same and credits will not be changed. 32 will still belong to them, as well as the other countless character’s they’ve created for Datashift. The plot and story will also stay relatively unchanged from what it was originally planned to be. I’ll do my best to fulfill the vision that we had for what was to come, and I have a few mini-projects I’m working on (including A.I.’s attack reference finally haha) to help continue this AU forward.

I’m still working on adjusting to this new position, so I apologize for the radio silence on this blog after the abrupt posts from a few days ago. Please be patient with me while I try to figure out what I’ll be doing for the future beyond what I have currently planned.

I love Datashift, and I’m blown away at the support this AU has gotten over the course of its existence. I couldn’t be happier to see others inspired by Datashift and creating their own stories. Thank you for reading this, and have a great day!

-Allu Dallu

[immaculate-messes]

tagging ships/stance on Lo/tura

i never realized that some of you follow me exclusively for shallura content, so I thought that I should say that I’m pretty much a multi shipper and I rb things like lo/tura, allu/rance and za/ggar. If things like that aren’t your cup of tea I completely understand and I try my best to tag those posts so you can blacklist them. If I miss a post feel free to let me know, I wont be offended lol. 

Shall/ura is my primary ship and mainly what I rb but this is my main blog and I rb everything that I like here, so things other than sha/llura end up here anyway

my stance on lo/tura (if anyone gives a shit): first and foremost ships are fictional and not real and i will never attack or judge anyone for having an opinion or preference for certain pairings. To be frank, I dont ship lo/tura in canon. I believe that Lo/tor is cunning, shady, and manipulative and will do what he needs to do in order to get what he wants, including taking advantage of others who believe him (all/ura). This doesn’t mean I hate him, in fact, I actually think he’s a very fascinating and dynamic antagonist who is extremely interesting to watch, and I appreciate how he’s written. But I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him.

That being said, fanart of ships don’t always portray characters the same way they are represented in canon, and are often fan interpretations. And personally, if Lo/tor was actually genuine about wanting to make the universe a better place and not a manipulative SOB, I wouldn’t mind him and all/ura ending up together. This is the only au I actually ship them in. And as a multi shipper, I enjoy the fan art/fics that explore the possibility and potential of the positive relationship they could have. oh and also, I like shall/utor angst bc im a glutton for punishment so yeah

stay positive and blacklist

happy shipping friends :)

[metalotaku-da]

voltron mafia au

chapter 6: starting line

Team blue congregated on top of their chosen out post first choice. The tallest building backed against the water front on 2 sides, raised sides for an easily defensible perch. Porta johns not too far from the back outside stair case should the need arise. The only down side was it was probably the furthest point from the respawn point. But they could deal with that. Once the whole team was onsite they quickly began to unpack and set up all their gear to fortify their location. They had 15 minutes till open game started to set up Beezer’s mines, cams and turrets. Plus rearrange the barrels and crates in the lower floor for cover.

“So what’s the game plan?” Keith asked sorting pre-loaded clips for everyone’s weapons from a case they had brought. The only uniform weapon among the group was their pistols. Everyone carried the same one.

“First up is fortifying the base and getting Beezer set.“ Queen\Luxia stated calmly. She was helping Beezer set up his computer and drone in the back corner of the roof, he’d be the furthest from combat and safely snug between 2 walls.

“Uh, no. first is always physiological war fare and announcing our greatness.” lance/sharpshooter said cheekily. He dug out his blue tooth speaker from his back pack flipping an empty case over to use as a sound boost. Placing their blue flag directly behind it, easily visible to all. He placed the speaker inside the case and directed it out over the rest of the field. He glanced over his shoulder with a Cheshire grin as Blaytz and princess/Allura joined him at the front wall.

“What are they doing?” black\Shiro asked.

“Wait for it.” Rolo said a smirk to his voice and lips and he continued to unload and move stuff around.

“At least they moved it to the front of our position this time instead of the back this time. “ Florona\Flora quipped carrying an armful of clips to the lower floor down the inside stairs.

lance\sharpshooter pulled out his cell phone since Beezer was busy setting up still. With a bright toothy grin he hit a single button on his cell and the speaker burst to life at its loudest setting blasting Eiffel 65’s blue daba dea. As soon as the music started princess, Blaytz and sharpshooter started singing along as loud as they could while dancing and drawing the attention of the other players. Cheers and boos could be faintly heard from across the field.

“Blue team in the hizzle you quiznacks!” the trio shouted out in unison, with some vulgar crouch gesturing, hand motions and signs.

“What are you doing?!” noob squad shouted, some in amusement others in object horror.

“Now everyone is gonna know where our flag is and gun straight for you.” Keith\red shouted in frustrated disbelief.

“That’s the point.” Squirm offered after sharpshooter just cackled at his boyfriend.

“What?” Regris\tails asked with a look of utter confusion to match his coworkers and boss.

“You came with two of them. Did you not know what you were in for?” Plaxum\Plax happily pipped in. she had finished setting up their lunch in a safe place to cook will the lunch ceasefire.

“They want people to go for the base. Sharpshooter is base camp squad. He won’t get enough action if they don’t announce their location. Unless we stay close by for him to pick of engagements. Which doesn’t work for this game.” Nyma supplied the newest members.

“You left out how those 3 just like being extra as all get out.” Luxia\Queen added.

“Seriously? Allu… I mean princess is like that normally?” Shiro asked as Antok got up to join the trio in their taunts.

“Yeah lance I can see, Allura not so much.” Regris chimed in watching the little group getting into their dance and singing.

“Boys do you have a lot to learn. What did you think her nick name princess came from?” Rolo laughed out.

“She’s a Xena, not a peach. If you want peach afraid your princess is in another castle black.” Nyma laughed at Shiro’s shocked face.

“This is going to be an eye opening experience for you guys isn’t it? No wonder they wanted to bring you two along.“ Flora happily chuckled. “Weed out the weak.”

“Oh kay then. noted.” Shiro quirked his brow at the group as the trash talking reached another peak. Keith just smiled at his boyfriend’s antics. Happy to see him enjoy himself and be in his element. The song switched to bloodhound gangs bad touch, and with it the little group’s lewd gestors increased. Keith bust out laughing as his boyfriend pulled his rifle between his legs grinding and storming his hand down it like it was a stripper pole. Allura\princess for her prim and proper ways at the cafe and yoga studio was now throwing gangster signs sticking out her tongue as she leans and squats on the wall. Blaytz was bent over at the waist, one hand supporting him on the wall the other raised in a fist bobbing to the beat. Directly behind him was Antok with one hand waving wilding in the air the other on Blaytz’s hip as he air humped behind him.

“Man they had to find another weirdo to bring along didn’t they?” Queen\Luxia groaned out face palming.

“really think this outing is gonna be one filled for the water cooler, for years to come. “ Regris\tails chuckled out.

“Tails no!” Shiro\black and Keith\red shouted. But they also laughed.

“Did anyone else see the quiznacking Olkari’s rides. Squirm asked as Beezer’s drone whizzed past his head airborne and now scouting.

“Yeah why didn’t we think of something like that?” flora asked

“Gee, where would we park one? Or store it? Transport it? Or better yet who here has the funds for one in the first place?” Rolo deadpanned.

“We will do fine without one.” Queen/Luxia stated.

“Guys quite messing around. We need to decide your noobs rolls for the game. Who’s staying at base camp and running. We also need to get somewhere out in the field before the buzzer.” Nyma shouted at the group now dancing to all American rejects gives you hell.

“I’m staying!” lance chirped setting up his stool next to the wall and his beloved speaker.

“Of course you are you dirty camper!” Plax and Rolo bark out at him. The others laughed.

“Who else is staying?” Keith asked. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go out with lance’s friends to play to stay behind with him. But he assumed also he wouldn’t be the one making that call.

“Beezer always stays behind same with squirm. Beezer has to have back up.” Queen/Luxia shared.

“Not much of a fighter. I do support.” Beezer offered with a shrug.

“But it’s the best support.” Blaytz beamed.

“I’ll hang back this time too.” Florona/Flora piped up. “Wouldn’t mind a lazy game this time. And they need a baby sitter.”

“Hey!” the three boys whinned.

“Keep an eye out for gremlin. After the last game, she’ll be out for blood I’m sure. Or at least to even the score.” Queen/Luxia suggested.

“Nyma, Blaytz and Plax are our team runners.” Rolo offered the next group of rolls to Shiro and Keith, along with their co-workers.

“What is a runner in terms of game play or strategy?” Shiro asked. Hoping to not sound to confused and old, in case it was obvious.

“Runners go between the base and the field team, getting supplies or going back with a captured flag. Our team members on both ends cover them as they go between. Requires speed, and good hiding skill.” Allura/princess clarified for her boyfriend. “It’s also the ones most likely to enter combat under the MED. So skill with their boffers are more useful. Than with a gun. Which is why Blaytz is a runner.”

“I know I suck at shooting. You don’t have to rub it in.” Blaytz whined.

“Buzzer to go off in 2 minutes guys. Start moving if you are going to.” Beezer chirped from his spot behind his computer.

“Let’s have everyone stick together as one unit first. We can split off in to smaller units after we break in the noobs.” Queen/Luxia said as she climbed to her feet. The rest of the team following her up.

Keith took a moment to run up to lance. “How about a kiss for good luck?”

“Sure thing babe, but we don’t need luck. We have me and my girl.” Lance patted his rifle with a laugh. Keith just shook his head at him before lance grabbed him by the waist pulling him in for a kiss. “Have fun. I got your back.” Lance added as he pulled away pushing his boyfriend towards the stairs his friends had just headed down.

“Radios are on everyone. Let’s do this.” Beezer said as he lit up all his systems testing out his turrets and sending his drone out over lance and squirms heads to follow their field team out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12496988/chapters/28658188

[fearfades]

Oooooh, I could actually see this! Since Obito took Nagato's Rinnegan and add in that he (and kakashi) could use kamui, her falling through onto their Earth would be very easy to do 😲😲😲😃😃

But when to have it happen 👀👀👀👀

When he attacks konoha? During one of the many fights with either naruto/allues or sasuke/allies? The main battle around the time Madara turned on him? (I didnt actually watch shippuden, I only know what ive seen in amv's and stuff)

An idea I've mullee over a time or two before:

As much as I dislike the end and Kaguya and the whole 'moon' thing in Naruto, you could do a major AU or Canon divergent by saying Inuyasha!Kaguya and Naruto!Kaguya are 1) the same person or 2) related in some way because it's mentioned that Kaguya was from a different world

If not that then Naruto-verse God Tree and Goshinboku being connected..

In terms of crossovers with Kagome, ending up in other ‘verses through the well was a revolutionary breakthrough for everything that wasn’t based in present day Tokyo or Present Day in general.

But now, I don’t know, there is the fact that is just seems tired and overly used just because I unconsciously half ass skim over the parts of the fics where the well fucked up, her reaction to a new world, etc. 

I get it! I do! But I’m already expecting it so I just skip to the parts that are different.

It just feels like we, as writers, could do more than ‘Kagome jumps into well and ends up in different place’. 

Crossovers are already AU’s/Canon Divergent, let’s go crazy with it! 

Kagome-Naruto crossovers touch on this a lot by having her as the biological child of someone in ‘verse. (Uzumaki!Kagome, Uchiha!Kagome, I think the rare Hyuuga!Kagome, I’ve seen a few Jinchuuriki!Kagome, Subaku!Kagome, Nara!Kagome, etc.)

C. Reverie has touched on it by making Kagome an Altean in a Kagome-Voltron or two crossovers. 

Beautiful Phantom ( @masquerabe ) has made a nice once-human-now-demon!Kagome (I believe, as much as I’m not interested in Black Butler, as a good friend, I try to remember details about fics) that is a nice twist.

RainLily13 ( @zefyre​ ) has done such a god damn breathtaking twist with Witch!Kagome in her Kagome-HP fic.

Sweet Cinnabun ( @peachbunniii ) has got some beautiful, I-will-die-for-every-bit-they-gift-me-with ideas concerning BnHA crossovers and Yuri!!! on Ice crossovers. (We both die over enthusiastic consent non-dystopian abo fics).

…

I just realized how off topic I kind of maybe sort of got concerning how Kagome ends up in ‘verse to other worlds and all. 

[theflyingfeeling]

hi yes it's me writing another Olli/Allu shortie, inspired by the tags in @xgiuliawrites' latest fic (which y'all should go read immediately if you haven't), particularly I was intrigued by the tags sauna, masturbation, and accidental voyeurism 😳

~*~

Aleksi had not meant for it to happen, because of course he hadn't. He hadn't planned to let his imagination run quite so wild, too wild, while sitting next to Olli in the sauna just moments ago, trying to look everywhere else but Olli's happy trail, trying hard not to imagine the salty taste if he was to place a hungry kiss there (he blamed Porko's stupid playlist which had Olli humming a song about pouring tequila in one's belly button in between throwing more water on the stones, pushing Aleksi's agony to the brink of his sanity).

Likewise, he had not intented to grow a semi while washing himself, the knowledge that Olli might have been staring at his bare backside the entire time exciting Aleksi as much as intimidating him (he blamed the wonky reflection on the shower tap the revealed Olli's eyes travelling up and down his body as he showered).

Even less so, his intention being to get out of the changing room and in the cold winter air as fast as he could to kill his budding boner before it would become a problem, he most certainly had not forgotten his toiletry bag on the changing room bench on purpose. Yet, there he was now, mouth hanging open at the sight he was witnessing through the tinted glass door of the sauna, the toiletry bag and his plans of cooling down long forgotten (for which he only had himself to blame, let's face it).

With his long lashes resting against his cheekbones, it was clear Olli had not noticed Aleksi's return, otherwise he obviously wouldn't have ended up in this situation. That was why he should've turned back the second he had realised what was happening on the other side of the glass door separating the sauna and the changing room, as that's what a good friend and a decent person would've done, immediately and with no hesitation. However, as the past week had proved, Aleksi was not a good friend; verily, he was a horrible, useless, and immoral friend who had gone and started having sexual fantasies about his hot, funny and super cute bandmate late at night while sleeping next to that very bandmate on their song-writing camp combined with a winter holiday (even if no one could hardly blame Aleksi for it, because who wouldn't start lusting over the divine being that was Olli Matela, especially when one got to lay beside his gorgeous naked body at night).

Indeed, there was no denying Aleksi was no decent person either, not with his eyes nailed to Olli as he pleasured himself in the heat of the sauna.

The soles of Olli's feet were pressed against the foot rail, which was exactly how Aleksi had left him, but while Olli's knees had then been close together with his arms relaxed on them, they were now wide apart to fully expose Olli's cock, pointing towards the ceiling with his hand stroking it at a leisurely pace. The hardness of his erection, standing proudly while Olli's fingers slid up and down the length, was a dead giveaway that Olli had wasted no time since Aleksi had left – either that, or he, too, had felt the strange, steamy tension during their shared sauna moment.

While Olli's right hand was devoted to rubbing his erection, his left one was free to roam all over his sweaty torso, which did nothing to ease the building pressure in Aleksi's pants. Aleksi let out a lustful sigh as he watched Olli's hand caress his own abdomen, fondling the happy trail Aleksi himself had lusted over just a few moments ago. When the hand moved up again to massage Olli's chest and to tease a red, harneded nipple, Aleksi had to sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to stop himself from whining out loud. He craved to replace Olli's hand with his own, to be the one giving Olli such bliss that had his head thump against the sauna panelling and his stomach sinking in a deep, euphoric sigh.

Only then – hearing the thud of Olli's head resting against the wall behind him – Aleksi could bear to leave the sight of Olli's body and look up at his face instead. There, Aleksi found a small smile, only barely visible through the coloured glass door, but it spoke volumes of how much Olli was enjoying himself. Aleksi wished he could've joined Olli in his pleasure, perhaps even be the reason for it, but for now he had to settle for palming himself through his trousers to give his own aching cock some much-needed relief. Shortly after, guilt forced him to remove his hand and dig his nails into his thighs when he felt himself getting close to coming embarrassingly quickly.

He should leave. He should throw himself in the snow and let the blizzard bury him, or whatever it would take to reboot his brain and erase all the images of Olli sitting on the sauna bench with his legs spread and his hand pumping up and down on his long, rock-hard cock, because there was no way he would be able to look his friend in the eye after this, let alone sleep next to him under any circumstances.

Just when Aleksi had convinced himself to make his silent escape and perhaps drown himself in the hole Tommi and Niko had sawed in the ice for some post-sauna ice swimming, as that was the least he deserved for being such a pervert, a low moan from the sauna nailed Aleksi's feet to the floor.

His eyes found Olli's erection again to immediately notice that the earlier calm, almost lazy pace of Olli's hand had now been replaced with a much quicker one, one that was determined to take Olli closer to his release with each long stroke. His left hand had abandoned his nipple and was instead fondling his balls, which seemed to bring Olli a great deal of additional pleasure, if the ecstatic expression on his face was anything to go by.

"Aaahhhh... aaaahhhhhh..." Olli's grunts went straight to Aleksi's cock that was twitching inside his boxers as if to poke at Aleksi for his attention. He didn't dare touch himself again, though, having decided he'd rather freeze his own penis by sticking his hard-on in a bank of snow than walk through the living room with jizz in his pants.

As Olli's moans grew louder and more frequent, Aleksi realised he wouldn't probably even need to grab his cock to come undone in his pants from just looking at Olli, at his hardened bicep, at his hair-covered chest expanding and sinking rapidly, at his glistening cock inside his fist that hastened its movements by the second until streaks of white fell on Olli's stomach with one last moan (more like a whine (more like the sweetest single sound that had ever blessed Aleksi's ears)).

Aleksi ignored the throbbing in his pants as he devoured Olli, who was now relaxing against the wall completely, his fingers but resting on his still hard member instead of gripping it in search for an orgasm.

A satisfied, laid-back smile spread on Olli's lips, and all too late Aleksi understood what for. All too late, Aleksi realised he had missed his cue to cut and run in shame, when Olli opened his eyes to look straight into his.

Olli's smile didn't falter, and there was no sign of shock or embarassement in his dark gaze. If anything, the smile widened, and the already horny look in his eyes grew ever more lewd as it flickered between Aleksi's face and his crotch, Aleksi's hand doing a poor job hiding the tent on the front of this sweatpants.

Olli raised an eyebrow and nodded towards it.

"Need a hand with that?"

[wildchildfreecs]

Me and some friends came up with a Really Awful (GREAT) au, where things hurt and Gon turns dark side. I’m posting the partially edited chat log instead of summarizing ‘cause I’m lazy af, but this will be added to my Verse’s list. I just have to think of a tag

If you’re interested in RPing something from this sorta AU, please hit me up, I’d absolutely love to.

gabriel the gondad - gon is the PERFECT example of someone who could have ended up REally, REAALLLY dark but didnt, out of sheer luck of his upbringing 

can -  yeah, and if he went to hisoka for training oh my gosh

Café con Leche -  ^^ OMG i'd love to read that

can - the poor boy would do a 180

gabriel the gondad -  c h r i s t please? ? ? henckin??? ohhh man fucknign please i LOVE hisoka corrupting gons morals i love gons morals being corrupted but i love hisoka doing it even more chefs kiss and Poor Killua watching his light turn black and ugly

Café con Leche - omg yes it would corrupt him so much cain what if he tries to kill Hisoka

can - and that would make killua go back to his family

gabriel the gondad -  O h h h h

can -  omg

gabriel the gondad -  oh this is good

can -  WHAT IF HE CORRUPTS GON SO MUCH THAT

Café con Leche -  OH MY GOS

can -  GON STANDS IN BETWEEN THEM TO PROTECT HISOKA

gabriel the gondad - DFDF

Café con Leche - WHAT IF

gabriel the gondad -  GUCK

Café con Leche -  YES BUT ALSO lISTEN what if Hisoka completely fucks killua up And Gon walks in and just looks at him

gabriel the gondad - and doesnt care

Café con Leche -  all bloody on the ground YES

can -  YESSS

gabriel the gondad -  "You did this to yourself, Killua."

Café con Leche -  And Killua weeps and reaches out for him

gabriel the gondad - and gon Leaves

can -  And then cue illumi like "see this is why i said assassins dont have friends"

Café con Leche -  Illumi saves him

gabriel the gondad -  C H RI ST

Café con Leche -  and Killua goes back home clad in darkness AND OMG WHAT IF FUCKING ALLUKA TRIES TO PERSUADE GON

gabriel the gondad -  C H R I S T ALLUKA NO oh o h n o what if killua makes a wish

Café con Leche -  OOOH oh my god what if his wish brings Gon back but gon realizes what he's done

gabriel the gondad -  gon still REmembers and he wont forgive himself

Café con Leche -  and he can bear to live with himself BUT he has to save killua

gabriel the gondad -  ooooooooo c hrist c h r i s t the Drama the Pain I Love It

Café con Leche -  and hisoka and illu just keeps trying to keep tem corrupted them* and gon sees killua again and killua is just ice cold, dead in the eyes

gabriel the gondad -  WHAT IF.... KILLUA.. yes Y E S

Café con Leche -  and gon knows its all his fault it's like kite all over again f uck

can -  and hisoka is like, "this is why you shouldn't put your faith in other people~ only live for yourself and your own pleasures"

Café con Leche -  Hisoka whispering in Gon's ear how it's all his fault and he should just accept it

gabriel the gondad - this is,, So Good im eating my own fist OK BUT LISTEN CONSIDER hisoka telling gon "this is your fault. this is why you should live for only yourself" and gon turns around and punches hisoka in the face with as much nen as he can muster and says "if i live for myself, I'm killing you first." bc hisokas the one. that did this to him

can -  hisoka would be LIVID And all hisoka has to say once Gon is dead is "Pity~ He wasn't nearly as ripe as I'd hoped. Such a waste."    

Café con Leche - Imagine if killua just watches Gon and Hisoka    slowly but surely once he sees Gon near death he's returning to some of his consciousness and he cant live without his light and Illumi fucking loses it

gabriel the gondad -  c h r i s t ohhh my god

Café con Leche -  illumi tries to kill hisoka gabriel the gondad - im Suffering ok but illumi would win b/c hisoka would already be injured from his fight w gon

can -  Hisoka would retreat after that he aint dumb

Café con Leche -  illumi would chase after him

gabriel the gondad -  illumi wouldnt fuckn Let Him

Café con Leche -  make it his life mission to kill him jesus this got dark

gabriel the gondad -  YOU DONT SAY

Café con Leche -  imagine Ging seeing his son so messed up

gabriel the gondad -  o h IMAGINE MITO

Café con Leche -  mito would blame ging it's his fault he wanted to be a hunter his fault he wasnt there for him

gabriel the gondad -  ffffffffuuuuuck ok but, where gon doesnt die he beats hisoka in his fight

can -  "Kill me, and you'll be just like me~"

gabriel the gondad -  and he takes killua with him, and they leave, and they go to ging, and gon says "please help me, i dont know what to do any more" gon doesnt kill him hes Very Particuar about that breaks both his legs, rips an arm off, whatever it takes but doesnt Kill him illumi can have that right, if he wants it

Boopi -  oh

gabriel the gondad -  HI BOOPI WEVE BEEN. PLOTTING

Boopi -  plotting about wut- e.e

gabriel the gondad -  plotting about corruption

Boopi -  corruption- i- see- exiTS

gabriel the gondad -  BOOPI NO COME B A C K

Boopi -  corruption and alluka can not be within the same conversatioN-

gabriel the gondad -  listen alluka is the one who fixes everything shes still pure and wholesome

Boopi -  okay so what i understand is gon is all dark and moody and killua is suffering more gon x hisoka new evil double duo illumi and killua bonding and alluka flies down from the heavens as an angel to fix everything and re-create killugon

gabriel the gondad - she tries to recreate killugon but you cant erase the past so its still all fucked up and moody

Boopi -  does trying make it w orse cause what a twist

gabriel the gondad -  i meannnn,,,, define worse

Boopi -  dang is this au that dark

gabriel the gondad -  :^)

Boopi -  if everyone is gonna be dark/angst/whatever this is i am perfectly okey with this sad/wise alluka ftw

gabriel the gondad -  if by worse you mean it hurts, because one of the possibilies is gon and killua die but also the possibilty they win the fight against hisoka and have to deal with the fallout of all their decisions and wrongdoings or would worse be they never speak again, and both continue along their paths of killing and being perfect imitations of hisoka and illumi

Boopi -  omg allu's stuck in-between

gabriel the gondad -  :^) i, personally, think that killua would make a wish to fix everything but nanikas power isnt omnipotent all she can do is get gon to realize where he fucked up and from there, its up to him to try and fix it (whether or not he can is a completely different story.)

Boopi -  okay so how would alluka act with everything's different? shouldn't she be affected by it too

gabriel the gondad -  THATS. ALSO SOMETHIN I WAS WORRIED ABOUT

can -  i mean

Boopi -  maybe not nanika, but allu

can -  she probably will lose her brother and get locked up again

Café con Leche -  AND KILLUA DOESNT CARE AAAAAAAAAAAAH

gabriel the gondad -  yeah, unless she escapes she'll prob get locked up again

Boopi -  if killua doesn't care then illumi is free to do whatever

gabriel the gondad -  id say its possible that,, killua does what he can to free her so he can still have one light in the world like, before he goes back to the family, he hides alluka away  

can -  if killua calls her something bad like

Boopi -  "it"

can -  "that thing isnt apart of the family"

Café con Leche -  Illumi: So Killua, what do we do with "it"? Killua: .. Do whatever u want jesus but yes i hear u gabe¨

Boopi -  can you even imagine a dark alluka

gabriel the gondad -  n o

Café con Leche -  ALLUKA

gabriel the gondad -  not my gentle sweet sunshine

can -  y es

gabriel the gondad -  n o N   O

Café con Leche -  gets corrupted cuz she loses HER light

can -  she will giggle when she kills ppl

Boopi -  just an alluka that's lost hope and enjoys the killing

Café con Leche -  omg omg boopi what if Alluka get's corrupted and starts killing because she wants to be useful to Killua

Boopi -  alluka or nanika? or both

Café con Leche -  both

Boopi -  bOTH

Café con Leche -  Alluka tells Nanika to kill people and then asks Killua to pat her head aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Boopi -  just imagine Alluka's holding [insert character name]'s head here "Killua... Pat my head and tell me I'm a good girl..." and she just creepily smiles while walking towards him with the head casually omg i srry

Café con Leche -  omg what if one day she's like "Killua... Want Gon to die?"

gabriel the gondad -  O H

Boopi -  cHILL wi dark alluka refers to herself like she's an object t h o

can -  O H M Y GOD

Café con Leche -  ......... oh my go d

can -  "I'm an object that you can use, big brother~"

gabriel the gondad -  this got a w f u l l y dark

Boopi -  "Do not worry over my feelings, big brother. I feel nothing. It feels nothing." geebus christ

Café con Leche -  imagine kurapika's roll in this

gabriel the gondad -  O H pika watching gon turn into the exact type of person he despises just like the troupe trained by an ex-troupe member killing for sport, just to get stronger, just to prove he can kill them

Café con Leche -  oMG

gabriel the gondad -  OH WHAT IF.... HISOKA..... TELLS.... GON.... TO... kill his old friends

Café con Leche -  kp is a maffia boss right.... What if Killua get's a mission to assassinate him..

Boopi -  nO not the friends pls

gabriel the gondad -  LSTIEN GON KILLING LEORIO

Boopi -  NU

can -  AAAAAAAA

Café con Leche -  yas

Boopi -  NOT THE OREO

gabriel the gondad - walks Right Up to leorio, nen out and boiling like it was with pitou and oreo, poor oreo, laughing, trying to understand whats wrong

Café con Leche -  Gabe gabe gabe even worse he crushes his hands, makes him unable to ever become a doctor

gabriel the gondad -  hmmm good angst, but also, i feel like, gons goal would be to Remove leorio as a tie

Café con Leche - Sasuke style

gabriel the gondad -  i never watched shippuden :0

Boopi - sasuke tried to sever all his old bonds i think

gabriel the gondad -  yeah basically that kill everyone who was important to you,  so they cant be used against you gon, punching a hole through leorios ribcage, becase he doesnt have killuas technique of ripping the heart out so he just obliterates it instead leorio dying and looking up at gon and saying "i forgive you”

Boopi - stop you're hurting me

gabriel the gondad -  leorio WOULD forgive him tho this got really out of hand, really fast

[lnights]

Hey Awkward,

So happy you live my burrito bat ☺️

I have had the week from hell thank Christ it is break next week and have had a really crap day and overall really hate everything but especially teenagers.

Can you write something cute and fluffy from the Wolfpack AU ether that be abo, Mpreg or just them being a pack idm but desperate need of bat fluffiness

Fluffy bat love,

Anxious 🖤🦇

Hey hey Anxious,

Your last ask was Allu mpreg so I'll do that (I swear I haven't been ignoring it!)

So let's do that.

...

Aleksi curled up on the studio nest, trying to take deep breaths.

His morning sickness was mostly gone at this point, but it had hit him hard today, not long after they had gotten in to start work.

"we can call Johnny, see if he's free to help today." Niko suggested.

Aleksi held back a growl, "I'll be fine, it'll fade in a little bit."

Joel was already laying in the nest with him, carding a hand through his hair and trying to comfort him as his stomach rolled.

"there's nothing wrong with getting help." Olli reminded him, sitting next to him with a steaming cup of tea. "Drink this, it should help."

Joel helped him into a sitting position to take the mug, glancing up at the three other hovering mates.

"I'm ok, really." He insisted.

Tommi just raised an eyebrow and Joonas and Niko had matching disbelieving looks.

He dutifully sipped his drink, wrinkling his nose a bit at the heavy amount of ginger in it, and tried to ignore their concerned looks.

Although he had to admit it he would be the same if any of them had instantly laid in their small nest and wrapped their arms around their stomach like he had a few minutes before.

Niko squeezed himself into the nest by Olli, reaching out to pat his leg. "Please don't push yourself," he said softly, "let us help."

Aleksi sighed, "I am."

"Good." Joonas chimed in, sitting by the nest "we won't start until you feel better."

"you guys can start recording," he protested.

"We would rather make sure you're alright." Tommi told him, settling by Joonas.

Aleksi sighed again, but unable to keep the smile from his face.

His mates were ridiculous, but he couldn't help but leaning into Joel, letting them take care of him.

[unconventional-hero]

Chapter 2-- He.

Written by “The Countess”

(In which we meet Jack Morningstar, Betty, and Mrs. Tucker, and learn of Jim Paxton’s deceit.)

* * * * *

“Jim’s gone for good, I guess. ‘Taint much loss to the community but I do hate to see Jack left in the lurch that way. I never could see how he could take up with Jim so easy and git him to come here and room with him. I never liked his looks, but some folks do git ridic’lous ideas!” Mrs. Tucker rambled on, while Betty, her pretty daughter, was making active preparations for supper.

“He was tellin’ me last night, ma, that Jim took that purty little girl’s picter, that he set such store by-- little Clyde-- remember? He’s awful worried ‘bout it ‘cause he told Jim once all about her-- how rich they was an’ how she must be growed now. He says, knowin’ Jim to be so smart he shouldn’t wonder but what he’d trump up some way o’ foolin’ the girl if he finds her. And havin’ stolen Jack’s bank-book, he kin lay on in style for awhile.”

“My goodness! Mis’ Barcalow must hear that! The wretch! Clyde What’s-her-name’s pictur! I allus did think Jack was kinder silly to keep it--”

“He saved her life, you know.”

“Yes, but that ain’t no reason he should fall in love with a little child and continually carry her pictur and the gold eagle her pa gave him for stoppin’ the horse! And purty, likely girls right here in Gallatin county could be had for the asking!” She gave a side-long glance at the little figure in blue calico. Betty, however, let the words slip by unheeded.

“The gold eagle’s gone too,” she said quietly.

“Of course! Do you s’pose Jim Paxton would have a cent? How lucky Jack had most of his fortune in property and stock! Here he comes now! I’ll run over to Miss Barcalow’s a minute, Betty, and you kin call me when supper’s done!”

A magnificently built man came up the walk as Mrs. Tucker hurried out at the side gate. He gave her a weary smile and, throwing himself upon the kitchen door-step, sat looking dejectedly at the ground.

Betty’s tender heart was touched. He seemed so like a brother, having been neighbor and boarder ever since she could remember. Had she not, as a child, comforted him when his father was drowned eight years ago, and when his grandmother died and he came to live with her and her widowed mother? Did he not confide all his secrets to them and could any sister love him better?

“Jack Morningstar,” she said as she set a pan of delicately browned biscuits on the table, “you ain’t worried yet?”

He raised his eyes listlessly. Jack never had been listless before. “Yes. But, Betty, I’ve got a scheme now! You’ll know it, maybe, to-morrow.” -- A pause. -- “Ah, Betty, Betty! The money is nothin’ to lose, but the-- confidence-- in-- the-- one man you loved-- when you lose that--” He stopped abruptly. He was not given to passionate outbursts and he felt awkward.

Betty liked it. It seemed to the untutored western girl like an extract from “Lord Ashbrooke’s Revenge” or one of the other sensation stories she doted on. She liked the romance about little Clyde too.

“Jack,” she said, “what made him take the picture?”

“That’s easy to tell. I told him how rich and pretty she was when she was here and how she won me over by insisting on ridin’ our Bess and how I saved her life when the pony-- wild creatur’-- ran away, with the kid hangin’ on for dear life. When he saw the pictur he said she must be a beauty now. So he’ll pretend it was him that saved her life, and show her the pictur an’ the gold piece, an’-- if she’s as soft as most girls-- win her innocent heart, blast him!”

“Oh, Jack!”

“She was the first true piece of girlhood-- babyhood-- I ever seen, an’ I allus thought I’d like to see what sort of a woman she’d make. I allus thought the women whar she come from must be different, somehow, to ours. Her mother was, I know; she wore a shiny silk dress and di’monds and her husband called her pet names like she was a baby. They was travellin’ for her health. I allus thought I’d treat my wife the same way-- gentle, like he did with her-- and-- then I got to thinkin’ how lovely that life would be, so I thought I’d move to New York some day and be a tenderfoot too. On the back of that pictur was the number of her house,-- 1568 Fifth avenue. The dog will find her and, ‘cause he’s a better scholar than me and better lookin’, though not half so strong, she will love him!”

“Oh, Jack!” Betty’s eyes flashed and she made a deprecatory gesture with the bread-knife, truly tragic in its appearance. “She never, never, could love any one more than you. You’re lots handsomer than Jim! Oh, do go!”

“Betty, girl-- that’s my plan. I sold a piece o’ land to-day to pay for the trip and I’m goin’ to-morrow!”

* * * * *

At precisely the same time in the afternoon-- five o’clock-- a small sensation was being created on Fifth Avenue. A handsome, black-eyed man of about twenty five years of age, dressed a la Buffalo Bill, with an enormous diamond pin flashing in his crimson scarf, came sauntering leisurely down the street. He took little interest in the crowd, looking only at the street numbers on the doors. Nevertheless he was the cynosure of all eyes.

“What divine eyes!” exclaimed a giddy debutante, out for a drive with her chaperone. “Mrs. Landhurst, I could adore such a creature!” She glanced over her shoulder as they passed him. “Why, he is going into the McClure’s!”

“Ethel, it is very bad form to stare back at a man in that way! Going into the McClure’s, eh? Well, I never! I hardly thought him a common and if the McClures receive him he must be au fait. My dear, he must be a Western millionaire! I shall ask Miss Dorothy if he will remain in New York long and if he does, why, my love, you may dance with him to your heart’s content at the Delmonico ball!”

At this the giddy debutante goes into a society “rapture,” threatening to “eat” Mrs. Landhurst and thanking her “lucky stars” that Clyde McClure is too young and Miss Dorothy, her aunt and chaperone, too old to attract the handsome Westerner’s admiration.

Meanwhile the stranger has been admitted to the drawing room in the McClure mansion, has sent up his card-- “Jack Morningstar”-- and is waiting impatiently for Miss Clyde’s arrival. His eye wanders eagerly over the elegant bric-a-brac, the soft, rich hangings and rugs and the sculptury, rose from the lights in the stained glass windows.

A rustle on the stairs, and Miss Dorothy Jennings and a very excited young lady enter the room.

Miss Jennings extends two cold fingertips and holds her glass to her eye.

“Mr. Morningstar, I believe. My niece, Miss McClure. Clyde, Mr. Morningstar.” Clyde blushes a dainty pink. “And now, Mr. Morningstar, I beg to know your reason for calling.”

[theflyingfeeling]

fanfic rambling in the tags, nothing interesting really, just me talking to myself lol, okay to ignore or read as you please ✨

[theflyingfeeling]

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[theflyingfeeling]

hi hello I'm here with another establishement to the terrible Olli/Allu infidelity AU, yes I should stop I know I know I knoooooww but listen, this time it's a sort of sequel to this fic of the same theme and inspired by this so yeah, to sum up:

Olli comes to the possession of Aleksi's shorts and proceeds to pleasure himself while wearing them, thinking of Aleksi. There's lots of pining, angst, and general misery in it too. Rommi and Rilla are mentioned.

~

Olli was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Instead of city lights, there was the sun still greeting him from behind pines and birches when he sat up to look out the window, despite his smartwatch reading half past midnight. Instead of the noise of traffic or the strangers in the next room talking too loudly, Olli heard the chirp of early morning willow warblers and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind.

And the deep, calm breathing next to him.

She was sleeping peacefully, a rosy blush still colouring her cheeks from their earlier lovemaking. Her hair was spread on the pillow under her head, long and blonde like a mermaid's, and so very unlike Aleksi's. Suddenly Olli remembered all those mornings on tour, when he had woken up to blonde hair on his face, on his eyes and mouth and cheeks, and he had to get out the cottage before the sobs that were building up inside his chest would burst out and wake her up.

He grabbed his phone and a pair of black shorts to pull on his naked self, and then he sneaked out, tiptoeing past Niko and Minna's bedroom to not raise any unneeded attention as to why he was going out alone at that hour. There was no sound from the other room, so Olli assumed the other couple was already finished with their nightly activities as well and were now soundly asleep, enabling Olli's escape, even if he wasn't going any farther than the back porch of the Moilanen’s family cottage.

The tears that had been burning the rims of his eyes finally came when he sat on the cushioned garden chair on the porch. He let them stream down his cheeks soundlessly, knowing he'd feel better if he did, while still swallowing his sobs back to wherever they had come from. No matter how much he wanted to cry out his yearning for something he was never allowed to have, so loud that Aleksi could hear him all the way from Lapland to the south of Finland, he could not risk anyone inside the cottage to hear him, especially not her. She had already seemed suspicious earlier that day, eyeing the shorts he had been wearing (or maybe he had just imagined it, feeling tense from just having the garment touch his thighs).

"Why can't I remember seeing those before? Did you buy them on tour?" she had asked, seconds after they had gotten out of the car in the front yard of the cottage, with Minna waving at them from the window.

Olli's mind had instantly filled with perfectly believable explanations to give her. 'They're Aleksi's, in fact, but he doesn't wear them anymore, so he gave them to me, because the other alternative would have been to throw them in the trash I guess', or 'Aleksi couldn't fit them in his luggage when we left Hilltop Forest last week, yeah, I don't know how that was possible either, but in any case I promised to take them and give them back to him next week after midsummer, please don't tell him I've been wearing them though, haha, that wasn't part of the deal, but they're just so comfy' and she likely wouldn't have even batted an eye at either explanation. She probably would have even baked biscuits for Olli to give Aleksi with the shorts. Yet, there was something that had kept him from mentioning Aleksi's name.

"Uh, yeah. Got them from Tokyo."

Olli's paranoia had turned into a relief that had soon mixed with guilt as she had complemented how nicely the shorts brought out the curve of his ass, just in time before Minna would step out of the cottage to welcome them with Rommi zooming past her. Either way, Olli had been glad she had asked about the shorts before they'd see Niko, who might or might not have recognized them as Aleksi's and blown Olli's cover in the blink of an eye. Then again, their clothes mixed on tour all the time so that sometimes they weren't even sure which clothes were their own, let alone whose socks or t-shirt was stinking on the tour bus floor, so perhaps Olli was safe in that regard. Perhaps Niko had only glanced at them and then at him with a sorry angle to his eyebrows when the girls had browsed gowns to wear to the wedding of the century.

To his defence, Olli couldn't have told the truth about the origin of the shorts anyway, for he had no memory of putting them in his own backpack after the Hilltop Forest party. He wanted to call Aleksi and ask, knowing the man would still be awake, but if he did call him, he feared he was going to be crushed by the pressure of having to speak about what they had done there (given each other handjobs while everyone else was asleep), or even having to speak about the unspeakable (the ring Aleksi had started to wear in his left hand), so he was forced to abandon the idea before it would consume him; before the thought of hearing Aleksi's quiet voice on the phoneline would trump everything and have him do something erratic, such as getting in the car and drive all night, just to ask Aleksi to call off the plans of pink roses on every table and his brother's band playing at the reception.

Aleksi had made his choice, and Olli was not it. Olli accepted it too, knowing there were too many obstacles on their way for anything more to happen, other than hasty handjobs in the tour bus or sucking each other off in backstage bathrooms. That was all there was ever meant to be, and even that should never have happened; Olli should never have let that happen, but when he was stuck in a truckstop in the middle of Texas and missed being that close to someone and having his heart crush his ribcage to little pieces, what chance did he have to hold himself back? What chance did he have, when Aleksi was right there with his bluest eyes and his lips sculptured from the finest marble, prettier than–

Olli should have slapped himself for even thinking that.

Wiping his cheeks, he sat back on the chair and felt a streak of light in his eyes from behind the woods. He turned his face away from the midnight sun, the only witness to what they had done the week before, and now to Olli's meltdown as well. Great, he thought, first Niko, who knows more than he should because we forgot to lock the bathroom door once, and probably Minna too, who knows because Niko knows, and now I can't face the sun anymore either, in fear of it spilling all my secrets about how much I need Aleksi.

Olli shook his head in frustration and cast his eyes to his lap, to the black garment wrapping around his thighs. Why he was wearing the shorts that day in the first place was almost a bigger mystery than how he had come into the possession of them. Maybe he genuinely thought they were comfy, or at least comfier than his only clean pair of shorts. Maybe, in some strange, self-destructing way he thought they'd make him feel closer to Aleksi and the most recent night they had shared. He stroked the white embroidery with his thumb and immediately remembered how warm Aleksi's skin had felt underneath it, soft and full against Olli's palm as he had slid his hand inside the pant leg. A sigh turned into a groan when memories of Aleksi panting and squirming filled his head, and something would throb below his palm, just like something had throbbed below his palm in the moment they had shared on the porch of the fancy rental cottage a week ago.

He had told Aleksi to stay quiet, nibbled on his earlobe and the earring Aleksi had put back on after sauna. Aleksi hadn't needed to be told twice, as he, too, was well aware they had way more to lose than to win in this reckless little game they kept playing; kept and couldn't stop despite the warning signs, despite each touch that they shared becoming more needy and thus more dangerous. It had not been Olli's plan to let it happen there, where they had been surrounded by not only their bandmates but also their business associates from the record label, but when Olli had seen the tent on the front of Aleksi's swimming shorts in the sauna after they had given each other a good old beating with the vasta, there was little else he was able to think about for the rest of the evening. A stronger man would have fought against the temptation and just saved the moment for a private fantasy when jerking off. Olli, however, could not blow his own trumpet in that regard, and so he found himself seeking Aleksi's proximity all night, waiting until the others would retreat to their rooms so that he could finally put his hands on Aleksi.

Sure, he wasn't the only one to blame. If Aleksi had wanted to, he could have told Olli to back off, could have asked Olli to respect his decision and that stupid, shiny piece of jewellery on his finger, but he hadn't, not once. Instead he had spread his legs to give Olli more room to massage him through his shorts, those shorts, and leaned his head away from Olli to expose his neck for Olli to mouth on. They rarely kissed – only when they were tipsy or heartbroken enough – perhaps so that they could pretend none of it meant anything to either of them. In reality, it meant the world to Olli, to be allowed to touch and kiss Aleksi's body as if he was meant to do it, as if they belonged only to each other and not to some completely different people.

Shivers ran down Olli's spine as he remembered how Aleksi's cock had pulsated under his touch, similar to how his own erection was now pulsating inside the shorts. He shoved the remorse and shame aside for the sake of letting the memory swallow him, for the sake of travelling back in time and space to that chilly summer evening that had had them both sweating and breathing heavily by the end of it. Slowly rubbing his own hard-on, he closed his eyes and wished he could be doing that to Aleksi the way he had done then, making the man panting, writhing, whispering into Olli's ear to beg for him to make Aleksi come, darned be the fresh pair of underpants he'd ruin. Olli bit his lip to not laugh out loud at the memory of Aleksi suddenly stopping him, remembering he would have no extra ones to change into if he was to jizz his pants, so as a compromise he had pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and fit it inside a pant leg so that his tip had been peeking from under the black fabric. The sight had mesmerised Olli and had almost made him switch from sucking Aleksi's neck to sucking his dick instead, if the small noises Aleksi had been making into Olli's ear hadn't convinced him to keep on kissing Aleksi's neck and jawline.

Olli squeezed his own cock and remembered how hard Aleksi had been for him. He remembered Aleksi's hot, heavy breaths, similar to his own breathless sighs now. He remembered Aleksi's lips finding his at last, hungry and greedy just like Olli's own had been. He remembered Aleksi whimpering into his mouth as he had approached his peak, the sound of it alone almost enough to make Olli come too. He remembered how Aleksi had grabbed the front of Olli's shirt, how he had muffled his sobs against it when his orgasm had washed over him.

Olli had not been sure if they had been sobs of pleasure or of something else. He hadn't dared to ask, afraid the answer might be something he didn't want to hear.

Almost ready to come himself, Olli rubbed his cock through the shorts with more force and decided to focus on the memory of Aleksi's climax instead of his cries, of Aleksi's cock pulsating inside the pant leg and finally shooting thick cum on his own thigh. It was pathetic, Olli knew, but it was hardly the first time during the past week Olli had masturbated to that image, and if he wasn't missing Aleksi so much, if he wasn't so consumed by the longing he had for his friend, he would have felt ashamed for cumming as hard as he did while thinking about Aleksi's semen dripping down his thigh. Olli's hips jerked and he felt the fabric of the shorts getting damp from his jizz, and just barely he was able to keep himself from moaning into the summer night from the strength of his orgasm, to have the reindeer they had seen on the road to the cottage earlier that day hear his groans of euphoria and misery alike.

The guilt returned faster than it usually did, but Olli supposed it was because he was alone. He sniffled, then, feeling sorry for himself for having no panting, blissed out Aleksi next to him to nuzzle on his shoulder, to carry half of Olli’s sins. He sniffled again, remembering he did have someone inside the cottage who'd do exactly that and more; someone who had made him a chocolate cake for breakfast when he came back home from tour and had offered to give him a massage to wash off the frown that seemed to be stuck on his face as of late; someone who cared for him, needed him, and didn't go around putting rings on other people’s fingers.

It wasn't her sin to bear, though. She deserved far better than that.

His hands were shaking when he took out his phone from his pocket. He wasn't even sure why he had taken it with him when he had gotten up in the dead of night. It must have been an unconscious choice, much like the one he had made in the morning, looking at two pairs of almost identical shorts and choosing the ones his stupid heart had told him to.

In spite of his earlier hesitation, his finger was soon hovering over Aleksi’s name. 

He didn't expect Aleksi to pick up at almost one in the morning, even if it was summer and holiday and Aleksi was probably still awake at his studio, working on a solo project or scheduling emails to be sent the next day. At the same time he knew Aleksi would, for those exact reasons.

"Hey."

"Hey," Olli answered. He wiped his nose on his wrist.

"Can't sleep?"

"Yeah."

"Me neither. Fucking jetlag..." Aleksi's voice was strangely quiet. Olli didn't want to think about him taking the call while upstairs, with her.

"Watcha doing?" he asked, just to have Aleksi tell him he wasn't.

"Nothing much. Just... killing time at the studio."

Olli sighed. 

Killing time because you're bored and sleepless, or killing time until you'll get to climb back upstairs to an empty bed when she's already left for work?

"What about you?"

The sniffles wouldn't stop, no matter how Olli tried to keep them in.

"Thinking about you."

He didn't know what else to tell Aleksi.

"Oh."

The line fell quiet then, and Olli saw no need to break the silence. He settled for listening to the distant cuckoo from deep in the woods and wondered if Aleksi could hear it too; if that way they could pretend they were together.

"I've been thinking about you too. A lot. I know I shouldn't, because–"

"Don't say it," Olli spoke over him.

My heart's already as if stabbed, I don't need you to twist the knife any further.

They said nothing again for almost a minute, just listened to each other's breathing. In that moment, it was enough, and much better than filling the silence with truths that made Olli want to groan in agony.

He looked down at his hands, at his lap.

"I have your shorts," he told Aleksi. He could lie to himself and say he did it in case Aleksi had wondered about them, but he knew that wasn't the reason.

Aleksi stayed quiet for another moment before answering.

"I know."

It couldn't have meant what Olli hoped it meant. It wouldn't have been fair of Aleksi.

"I'll give them back to you next week," he forced out of his mouth, managing to do so without his voice trembling. The white text on the pant leg was beginning to blur.

"Okay. Thanks."

My fucking pleasure, Mattson.

"Can't wait to see you next week," Aleksi said, as if he had sensed Olli was about to hang up on him out of sheer bitterness.

Bitterness over Aleksi torturing him like this, or bitterness over the situation in general? Be as it may, Olli knew he wasn't entitled to such a feeling in the first place.

On the other end of the line, Aleksi exhaled.

"Fuck it, Olli, I miss you. I know I shouldn't, but... fuck," the man swore out his evident frustration.

No matter which way Olli tried to put it, the situation wasn't fair for any of them. He sniffled again.

"I miss you too. Too much."

A silence fell on the phone line once more, a melancholic one this time, rather than a tense or an expectant one. It was broken when Olli heard Aleksi's office chair creak.

"I think Rilla's awake upstairs. I may need to go up and let her out. She's been having stomach issues."

"Say hi to her from me," Olli said and wiped something off his cheek.

"Yeah, I will," Aleksi promised. After a brief pause, he spoke again. "Thanks for the call. I was...actually thinking of calling myself, but–"

Olli couldn't bear hearing Aleksi's reasons. "See you next week." 

"Yeah. Bye."

One last, self-pitying sniffle and Olli was back on his feet. The cum inside the shorts was starting to cool, making him despise the piece of clothing for the discomfort and guilt they were giving him. Back in the bedroom, with her deep asleep and thus oblivious to Olli's absence, Olli stripped himself naked again and crammed Aleksi's shorts deep in his backpack, hoping he'd be able to do something about them without her noticing. It wasn't going to be easy, with her on her annual summer leave from work and always home with him now that he was there too for once, so maybe he'd have to sneak out at midnight again to scrub them clean. Whatever Aleksi's intentions had been, Olli doubted he wanted his beloved shorts back all crusty from dried-out semen.

Careful to not alert the sleeping woman on the other side of the bed, Olli slid under the duvet and lay on his back, eyes on the ceiling.

Olli was exactly where he was supposed to be.

But wasn't it funny, how the place where he wanted to be was some place else entirely. 

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fics I really really really want to write right now:

chapter 2 to tumbling in the hay (I had a very...vivid image of this the other night out of the blue 👀)

a ridiculously cute high school AU for Valentine's Day (yes, the same high school AU I used for my advent calendar; nothing specific in my mind but I was looking at some prompts the other day and thought it'd be fun)

Olli/Allu fwb having sex in their shared bunk every night while on tour, but veeeeeeeery slowly and quietly as to not wake up anyone else (and they do succeed, believe it or not, but at what cost)

...and yeah, those are the ideas I've been entertaining myself mostly recently. may end up writing them all or none of them, who knows, not I 🙂