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Squatters break into RV storage lot and take over 50 campers

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Camper Van Beethoven - The Day That Lassie Went to the Moon

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The Driver Suit Blog-Paint Scheme Tracker-February 26, 2025

By David G. Firestone RICK WARE RACING #01 Corey LaJoie #01 DuraMax/Take 5 Oil Change Chevy Camaro-New scheme for 2025, black with red stripes. B Corey LaJoie #01 AirMedCare Network Ford Mustang-New sponsor for 2025, blue and white with stripes. A TRACKHOUSE RACING #1 Ross Chastain #1 Busch Light Chevy Camaro–No change. A Ross Chastain #1 Kubota Chevy Camaro–New scheme for 2025, red stripe…

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hello!!!! i was wondering if you have any fem-presenting aziraphale recs? :) i adore her very much and would love to read more fics about her!

Hi! We have a #female aziraphale tag, so do check that out. Here are more fics to add...

On Your Doorstep by miss_minnelli (E)

“Don’t you think it would be easier to already have a kid before you fall in love?” Crowley asked. “What?” “If you already had a kid, and then you started dating your ideal person, you wouldn’t have to worry about all the drama and hardship of having a kid together and that relationship wouldn’t be tainted.” Zira raised her eyebrows. “So you’re saying you’d rather have kids with someone that you’re not that romantically interested in and then what, break up with them for your dream person?” ... Zira and Crowley, friends since university, are the last two single people in their group of friends. Neither wants to be part of one of those couples whose kids destroy their relationships, so instead of waiting for their perfect matches, Zira and Crowley decide to platonically have a baby together. 

Honeysuckle & Heat Waves by pilatesandpinot (E)

Ezera Fell has returned to the town where she’d spent her summers growing up – seaside Tadfield, where the slogan is “Everyday is a Holiday” and the perfect escape for a recent divorcee like herself. But she isn’t just here for holiday or to “get her groove back”; she’s inherited her late aunt Agnes Nutter's bed and breakfast and is determined to restore it to its former glory. She’s consulted the help of the best gardener in town, except there’s one issue: he’s Anthony Crowley, the same man she serendipitously had a one-night stand with while on holiday in Paris. Will the sparks fly now that they’ve been reunited, or fizzle out?

Against Expectations by Blue_Sparkle, summerofspock (E)

After being pressured by their families into a marriage neither of them want, Aziraphale and Crowley resign themselves to an unfulfilling life together. For Aziraphale that means trying to be the dutiful wife she was always taught to be and for Crowley it means hiding an important part of who he is.

Star of the Wooded Mountain by jamgrl (T)

Going back to camp shouldn’t have been hard. Yeah, okay, there was the gender-queer thing and the whole, uh, gendered cabin situation. And, yeah, being a counselor wasn’t going to be the same as being a camper. But Tony loved everything else about camp. Tony loved the woods and the creek and the s’mores. Mostly, though, Tony loved Azira. And they were afraid. That they would be a bad counselor, that Azira would stop liking them. Twelve weeks was a long time, and Tony didn’t know if their life was going to fall together or fall apart.

10,000 Hours by AnnaTheHank (E)

Rich playboy Anthony Crowley has finally broken the last straw. He's been disowned by his grandmother, and turned away by his family. With no money and no where to go, he heads to the old family cabin to lay low until it all blows over. Romance writer A.Z. Fell has been given use of her publisher's cabin to get away from the city and work on her newest book-her first erotica. Neither expected the other to be there, but there they both were. And AZ finds that Crowley's vast knowledge of sex may just make up for her own lacking knowledge when it comes to writing her book.

Within These Castle Walls by christi_writes (E)

Victorian AU. A celebration at an aristocrat’s castle turns deadly with a murder most foul. Paranormal encounters at every dark turn, humans going carnal left and right, and if that stupid Duke puts his hands on Aziraphale one more bloody time, Crowley was going to lose it. -Or- Circa 1880's Victorian Era. Crowley's just woken up from his century nap and the world has changed, including Aziraphale.

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The Man Who Sold The World | Luke Castellan

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Katherine. She was the one who started it all for Luke Castellan, the reason he did what he did.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Smut. Rough sex. Switch. Face-sitting. Slapping. Praise kink. Hair-pulling.

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen: For You

Something had definitely changed since Katherine was revived by Kronos. Luke was slowly becoming sure of it. He wasn’t exactly sure of what, but he knew something was different. It wasn’t necessarily something bad, or off, but it was something. Luke noticed it as he and Katherine had laid in his bed together, in the late morning.

The campers in Cabin 11 were all accounted for, and Luke was glad to be able to have some time alone with Katherine.

“How long do we have before we have to get up?” she mumbled lazily as he pressed multiple, sweet kisses to her lips.

“All the time in the world,” he told her, as they both lay bare under the covers.

She chuckled softly, nuzzling her head into his warm chest as she allowed him to wrap his arm around her. She rested her hand on his chest as she laid on top of him, which made him feel like a king. To Katherine, and probably everyone else as well, Luke was big and strong. His suntanned body, especially when intertwined with hers, felt solid and reliable. She felt safe with him.

Katherine liked the way it felt, laying her head on his chest as they slept together. Even in her sleep, she could feel his muscular build wrapped around hers.

“I love you,” Luke murmured dreamily, making sure that only she could hear. “I will always love you.”

Although he spoke casually, something in his tone when he said it gave Katherine that feeling like they had reached the gates of Hades together.

“I will always love you,” she promised him in return.

“You’re so beautiful,” he cooed, sitting up just so that he could carefully tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “I never wanna lose you,” he said, thinking of the prophecy that had been delivered for the two of them.

“You won’t lose me,” she stated, sounding more confident than he was.

“I don’t wanna take that chance,” he told her in a whisper. “I’m gonna fight for you. With every second I have.”

“It’s okay,” Katherine reassured him, her hand caressing him from his hair to the side of his face.

Luke smiled as he softened at her touch, closing his eyes for a moment as he savored the feeling.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” she told him, getting out of bed and throwing her orange Camp Half-Blood shirt over her body.

“Okay,” he nodded softly, disappointed to watch her go so soon.

She lazily put on a pair of shorts as she left the room. Moments later, one of the Hermes kids in the cabin, a boy who couldn’t have been older than eight or nine, knocked on the door urgently.

“Luke?!”

There was a short pause as Luke undoubtedly sighed as he got up, opening the door.

“Yeah?” he asked expectantly, seeing the small boy standing outside of the door. “Tyler, what’s up, buddy?”

“Anthony says you have to go help the Hephaestus kids with arts and crafts today. He says he can’t, cuz he’s helping with training,” the child relayed.

“Of course he can’t,” Luke muttered, “God damn it…”

“He also said if you say ‘god damn it’ you have to give me five dollars!” the child yelled annoyingly.

Luke stared at him, growing increasingly irritated. He knew that was exactly the kind of thing he would say.

“I’m not giving you five dollars!”

“But, Anthony said you’d give me five dollars!”

“Tyler! I said I’m not giving you five dollars!”

“But I want five dollars!”

“Leave me alone!”

Katherine just shook her head as she continued toward the showers with her things, amused by Luke’s exhausted behavior. She returned to the cabin after a nice, warm shower, heading off to the mess hall with Luke for breakfast.

They sat at a table with some of the camp counselors, minding their own business as they ate together. Much to Katherine’s dismay, Silena Beauregard took a seat across from them, not too far from Luke. The younger girl looked up at him like some schoolgirl, meanwhile, he didn’t even notice until she spoke up.

“Hey Luke! Finally, you’re back,” Silena chuckled, pulling his attention away from Katherine for a moment.

Luke looked over at her awkwardly, giving her the warmest smile he could muster.

“Yeah! Hey,” he said laconically.

“So, everyone says you brought back a new camper?” she asked, momentarily glancing over at Katherine.

Katherine just smiled, trying hard not to roll her eyes.

“Hi,” Katherine said, only to be ignored by Silena.

“This is my girlfriend, Katherine,” Luke said as he lightly put his arm around her.

She pointedly stepped on his foot under the table, reminding him to make himself seem more available to Silena. But Luke wasn’t having it. Just as Katherine had anticipated, Silena made a face when she heard the word ‘girlfriend’. She tried to hide it, but it was too late.

“Oh. How nice,” she smiled, trying to come up with a new angle. “You know, it’s really nice of you to take in a stray demigod. It’s really hard out there for lone demigods. I bet you were, like, homeless, or something,” the girl remarked.

Luke frowned for a moment, not impressed.

“Well, I got by,” Katherine said plainly.

“Aw, it must’ve been hard,” Silena pouted, seeming almost genuine for a moment. “You must’ve been, like, really smelly and stuff. And obviously you had to dress like a man.”

“Katherine did just fine on her own all these years,” Luke assured her, smiling at his girlfriend.

“I’m sorry, did you say your name was…‘Katherine’?” Silena asked her.

“Yeah,” Katherine nodded, unamused.

“Wow, I’ve never met someone named Katherine under the age of fifty!” she exclaimed. “Most people just go by ‘Kate’, or ‘Katie’.”

“Well, I go by Katherine,” Katherine told her, her smile thickening as it became more and more forced.

“Well, you’re really pretty…” Silena stared at her, undoubtedly trying to find something to judge.

“Thanks,” she responded in a friendly manner.

“That’s good you can afford makeup,” Silena said, just saying whatever came to mind.

“Yeah, but I’m… actually not wearing any makeup right now,” Katherine told her patiently.

Luke sat beside her, looking more and more irritated as the conversation dragged on. The others around them, even though they weren’t really part of the conversation, were still picking up on the discomfort.

“Really?” Silena asked, not seeming convinced. “You know, even though I’m a daughter of Aphrodite, I won’t judge. You can tell me.”

“She didn’t have time to put any makeup on,” Luke said more forcefully, trying to move the conversation along. “But either way, she’s absolutely beautiful.”

Silena seemed horribly jealous as Katherine just politely went back to her meal. She and Luke sat in silence as they tried their best to ignore everyone else. Katherine, who was perfectly content with minding her own business, eventually noticed as Luke kept glancing back at a table of other Ares and Aphrodite kids behind them.

“Hey. What’s the matter?” Katherine asked.

Luke stared at her incredulously, stunned by her sudden nonchalance. “You—You don’t hear them?” he questioned.

“No,” she scoffed, quietly listening in.

“They’re fucking vultures,” he muttered under his breath, appalled.

“That’s Luke’s new girlfriend, the street rat,” Katherine overheard one of the girls.

“Her? Why’s he with her?!” another one chimed in.

“Do you have eyes?” one of the boys retorted.

Katherine just rolled her eyes as she tried to

“Ugh, she’s not even pretty,” another girl stared heavily. “She’s probably wearing makeup, too.”

“Becca, you should fight her,” one of the other sons of Ares added. “I bet she can’t fight.”

“No, I bet Gina could take her.”

“Why do you care?” Katherine wondered.

“Because,” Luke scoffed, “They’re disrespecting you.”

“Aw, look at my big, strong man,” Katherine teased, playfully pinching his cheek.

“I’m serious! It’s insane,” Luke argued, “Why do they care so much about messing with a newcomer?!”

“Because, I’m your girlfriend,” she pointed out. “You’re popular here. The guys are all curious, and the girls hate that you’re with someone.”

“I’m popular?” he raised an eyebrow, disgusted by the word.

“Yeah. You are,” she nodded. “And that’s something that’s gonna be an advantage to us.”

“Fine. Whatever,” Luke sighed.

After breakfast, Luke was in charge of training with some of the younger demigods in the arena. Katherine had just been standing around in her own camp T-shirt, trying to fit in as she watched Luke affectionately. Although he didn’t particularly think he was, Luke was good with kids. It was endearing, how patient he was.

Katherine knew that, ever since he was a child, forced to survive on his own, Luke knew what it was like to be at a disadvantage. Furthermore, he knew what it was like to be constantly rejected and constantly shit on. Katherine saw that, in a way, he took advantage of his position as Head Counselor, using it to be to the younger kids what he’d wished he had when he was their age.

“You know, you’re not what I would’ve imagined Luke to like in a girl,” a voice interrupted her thoughts.

Katherine turned, arms crossed, to see who had dared to disturb her. She didn’t know the girl’s name, but she knew it was one of the daughters of Ares she’d seen at breakfast earlier. One of the ones who’d been encouraged to challenge her.

“I’m sorry, what’s your name?” Katherine asked pointedly.

“Gina Alvarez,” the tall, broad-shouldered girl crossed her arms.

There was an army of Ares and Aphrodite kids behind her, along with some others.

“Gina… I don’t know if you have some kind of unrequited crush on Luke, or if you just think I’m fresh meat… But I’m not interested in this high school bullshit,” she looked at her blankly.

“Good. I’m not either,” the younger girl agreed. “Man, you really think you’re the shit… You know, you might be able to dominate at a homeless shelter, but here, I always end every fight with two swords.”

Katherine chuckled softly, looking down at her feet for a moment before she spoke.

“You know, I’ve met a few of you Ares kids. Some of you are cool, but some of you really don’t think about who you’re fucking with,” she said calmly.

“Is that so?” Gina asked. “Then why don’t we settle this in the arena?”

Katherine smiled, not having any qualms about fighting this girl.

“Let’s do it.”

Gina Alvarez didn’t need any further encouragement. The spectators all laughed and murmured, ready for a show. Katherine decided to follow her as she suddenly burst into the arena, nothing but a sword in hand as she decided to disrupt everyone’s activities.

“Alright, everybody out!” she boomed, drawing attention immediately. “We’re gonna spar!”

Luke looked around, trying to determine who she was referring to when he saw Katherine standing behind her. He gave her a worried glance, trying to decide whether or not this sounded like a good idea.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’ll be fine,” Katherine promised him, allowing him to come to her.

“Be careful,” Luke warned her, lightly kissing her to wish her good luck.

The quickly growing audience around them whooped and hollered like a pack of hyenas as they enjoyed the spectacle.

“Well? Are you gonna kiss your boyfriend, or are you gonna come fight?” Gina demanded as he cleared out the arena.

“Where’s your arm for?” Katherine taunted her back.

“I don’t need it,” Gina smiled, shrugging as her large portion of the audience cheered on her arrogance.

Luke just shook his head in dismay as Katherine nodded appreciatively.

“You’re fighting without armor?” she asked expectantly, eyebrow raised.

“Yup,” Gina grinned. “See, unlike you, street rat, some of us actually have enough training to go without it.”

Katherine nodded in amusement, considering all of her options.

“Alright. Well. I don’t need it either,” she announced, as Luke’s eyes widened. His mouth quickly formed a frown as he pursed his lips, disapproving of Katherine’s recklessness.

Everyone watched as she pulled Aphrodite’s lipstick tube out from her pocket. Luke watched in horror as she tossed it out over the arena for him to catch.

“I also… don’t need a weapon,” she announced, as the crowd of Half-Bloods gathered all around them roared with excitement.

“No,” Luke mouthed, watching as Gina seemed amused by Katherine’s confidence.

“Alright. Let’s see how this pans out for you,” the dark-haired girl agreed, readying her sword.

Katherine just remained calm, no discernible expression on her face as she simply put her fists up in front of her face, ready for a fight. Everyone was now silent, waiting in suspense. Many people seemed eager to watch Katherine lose the fight, while a bunch of others were cheering on her cockiness, mostly the sons of Ares and some of the Apollo kids.

A loud grunt cut through the maddening silence as Gina charged at Katherine, slashing her sword right at her and missing miserably. Katherine jumped to the left, ducking the blow and taking to the ground as she swept Gina with her foot, knocking her to the ground.

A bunch of the Ares kids laughed hysterically as the girl angrily hopped off the ground, humiliated by the fall. Glaring at Katherine with an immense hatred, she took another swipe at her with the sword, once again completely missing her as she leapt out of the way, coming behind Gina as she just barely turned quickly enough to avoid being caught off guard.

Everyone around him was yelling and screaming, but Luke found himself standing there in complete silence, arms crossed as he observed the fight. He had no idea what was going to happen, but he knew that if Gina actually hurt Katherine, he’d kill her himself. For a split second, Luke had to remind himself to focus on the fight in front of him before he spent too long thinking about strangling Gina Alvarez.

The fight seemed to be going well, as Katherine seemed to still have been able to completely avoid being hit or cut in any way. She seemed perfectly fine, more than fine. Taking advantage of Katherine’s currently passive fighting style, Gina attempted to deliver a finishing blow to her head with the hilt of her sword, just for Katherine to gracefully outmaneuver her, grabbing her by the elbow and managing to completely grab hold of the sword.

Before Gina even knew it, she was staring down the edge of her own blade, hands in the air as it came extremely close to her face.

“Where’s your two swords now?” Katherine asked her.

Those watching cheered for their winner, as Katherine just ignored the entire ordeal altogether, swinging the sword around so that she could hand it back.

“Here’s one,” she said, leaving the arena.

Sighing as he just shook his head at her, Luke rested his hand on Katherine’s back as he handed back her spear, deciding that was enough human interaction for the both of them. No one really messed with Katherine after that. Eventually, she began to fit in fairly well at Camp Half-Blood. She didn’t really have any friends, but she’d established something of a place for herself in their ranks.

Throughout the rest of the week, Katherine met plenty of people, most of which were welcoming to her as a new camper and as Luke’s girlfriend. Even a good amount of the Aphrodite kids were nice to her, complimenting her and sitting by her at meals. Gina didn’t bother her anymore, respecting the fact that she’d won their fight.

She’d had no trouble from the majoritu of the Aphrodite and Ares kids, except for a select few who were assholes to everyone else anyways. One group in particular were Adam Peters, an som of Ares, and his band of yes men, along with a group of girls they were friends with.

Up until a certain point, Katherine and Luke were able to disregard their childish comments and teasing. Up until a certain point. The trouble all started one Tuesday morning when everyone was still gathered around talking after breakfast, mostly all the older kids.

Luke had always hated Adam and his friends; they were all a bunch of sadistic meatheads who just liked to torment people. They were the kind of kids who picked on him when he was younger and smaller, and he just couldn’t stand them. He couldn’t stand the way they acted around people and got away with it, and he definitely couldn’t stand the way people actually liked them.

He was watching them standing around, messing with one of the younger Demeter kids before they went back to talking about whatever they were talking about. Of course, he really started to notice when he realized that they were talking about Katherine, who was standing off to the side talking to Destiny, a daughter of Aphrodite she’d found was actually nice.

This was one of the more rare occasions in which Katherine was dressed in her own normal clothes, a pair of jeans and a tank top. It was sunny out, and kind of warm, so she’d elected to be comfortable. But evidently, Adam and the sons of Ares couldn’t just leave her be.

“Luke’s girlfriend is so hot,” one of them stared. “I don’t know how a guy like Luke’s hitting that.”

Luke’s blood started boiling.

“You really think he is?” one of the others asked skeptically.

“How could he not?” Adam chimed in. “Look at her. She’s probably done, like, whole football teams and shit.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Katherine saw everything quickly unfold. She saw Luke fuming, and she saw him march up to Adam and his friends. She and Destiny quickly stopped talking, as Destiny began to panic.

“Oh my God, what’s happening?” the girl began to stare.

“Hey. What’d you just say about Katherine?” Luke demanded, his voice dark with a rage that simmered just below the surface.

Adam laughed at the taller guy, looking at him as if he were the one out of line.

“I wasn’t talking about your girlfriend, dude. Relax,” he scoffed, as the other guys started piling onto the confrontation.

“Don’t bullshit me, you know exactly what you were talking about,” Luke promised him, getting dangerously close as he pointed a finger at him. “If I ever catch you talking about Katherine like that again, or any girl, for that matter… I’m fucking rocking your shit.”

“Ooh.”

The other guys began quietly chuckling and laughing as they tried to gauge how Adam would handle the confrontation.

“What’d you say?” Adam all but puffed out his chest.

“I said, you talk about a girl like that one more time, I’m gonna punch you in the face,” Luke smiled, crossing his arms smugly.

There was something strangely humorous about his threat, as if he were about to burst out laughing even at the thought of something so violent in nature.

“You’re gonna punch me?” Adam demanded. “Next to me, you’re built like a stick.”

“I don’t think you wanna compare sticks with me,” Luke promised him with a smile.

This comment seemed to anger him far more than any of the others.

“I’m gonna beat you to a pulp,” Adam decided, stepping up.

“Can you spell pulp?” Luke asked.

Angered beyond measure, Adam took a swing at Luke as Katherine immediately stepped in. None of his friends tried to pull him back, but Katherine threw a hard punch at him as he and Luke tussled, trying to deter him like a giant shark. But Luke was able to handle the fight on his own, shoving Adam back as he threw another punch at him, getting him right in the nose.

Adam ignored the nosebleed, lunging at Luke as Luke got a couple more hits in, hitting his face and kneeing his rib cage. One of the other guys eventually decided to pull Adam back, as Katherine finally intervened and grabbed Luke, realizing that if he kept throwing punches, this would turn into a full blown brawl. Like was livid as he instinctively pulled against Katherine, teeth bared like an animal as he is one-track mind focused only on drawing blood.

Katherine grabbed him and quickly spun him around so that he was facing her, taking in the reddish purple bruise forming on his cheek. Luke took a moment to stop growling like an animal, her eyes bringing him back to reality as he forced himself to stop fighting against her, feeling awful as he worriedly cupped her face in his hands.

“Oh, Katherine, I’m sorry,” he apologized, looking at her apologetically.

“It’s okay,” she assured him, nodding as he held her. “You’re fine. Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure?!” he asked her, panicking as the others left them alone.

“Yes, baby, I’m sure,” she breathed, trying to calm him down. “Just calm down. Take a deep breath.”

Luke sighed as her hands fell, brushing his arms as she loosened her grip on him.

“Come on. Let’s get you back to the room,” she said quietly, leading him away.

Although she knew he’d be perfectly fine, Katherine decided it’d be best if she tended to the gash on his face, dabbing at it with a cold cloth to soothe him. She was more focused on soothing him than his small wound.

“I don’t know what got into me,” Luke admitted apologetically, looking up at her as she sat down next to him on the bed.

“You don’t like it when people talk bad about me. That’s what got into you,” she said calmly.

“That’s not an excuse. I shouldn’t have acted like that. I shouldn’t have been acting like this… Ever since the diner,” he expressed guiltily.

“Luke,” Katherine murmured, affectionately cupping his face as she sank into his lap, “I don’t care. I Iike that you wanna stand up for me. Okay?”

He finally found comfort as he looked into her dark eyes, seeing everything he wanted. He could finally calm down.

“Okay,” he nodded, allowing her to help him.

She smiled softly, brushing his hair back with her hand.

“You know… It’s really hot, the way you like fighting the guys who disrespect me,” she cooed, brushing his lower lip with her thumb.

Luke looked up at her with wonder.

“Are we doing this right now?” he asked her.

“Only if you want to,” she murmured, her lips breathing hot air on his neck.

He groaned softly, hands dropping as she staryed to shift on his lap.

“Fuck, I want to.”

He pressed his lips against hers as she slid her fingers up into his short, dirty blond hair. He moaned at the friction she was causing, pulling away for a split second to appreciate the view of her. He watched with wide eyes as she began to grind herself against his knee, groaning as she practically got herself off on just his knee. He stared at her and absolute wonder, not sure that he deserved someone like her.

“You’re perfection,” he murmured, looking up at her in adoration.

She started grinding down harder on his knee, sighing happily as she found the sweet spot. She rocked back and forth, fucking his knee as he watched her, feeling like some sort of voyeur. She smiled with relief, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she slid her hands up his thighs, groping at his flesh through his pants as she rode his knee. The friction against her hole was frustrating in that it was just barely enough.

Luke panted hard as he tried to stop himself from getting to lost in her. He was taken completely by surprise as she aggressively mounted him, shoving him back on the bed. He landed with a thud on his back, glad in that moment that they had their own room and definitely couldn’t be heard by anyone, especially with the entire cabin being empty.

Luke just took a moment to look up at her helplessly as she pushed him down, grinning hungrily as she slid her hands up underneath his shirt. He moaned softly as her nails slightly scraped against his bare skin. He sighed happily, lying there as she tackled him, her lips and sharp teeth nipping at the sensitive skin on his neck. She knew all of his weak spots, and it made him dizzy.

Luke cackled like a maniac as she unexpectedly slapped him across the face. He knew it should’ve hurt, but in that moment, he was only burning with passion. Everything she did set him on fire and he wanted more of it. He watched with a nervous gulp as Katherine threw her shirt off, kissing his lips as she slowly moved her hands up his shirt, helping him take it off.

Luke watched her a she continued to get herself off on his thigh, rocking back and forth like a psycho. He chuckled in disbelief as she groaned like a porn star, eyes almost black with greed as she began to leave a wet spot on his knee.

“Fuck, baby…”

He eagerly threw his shirt over his head, looking up at her lovingly as she looked at him like her next meal.

“You’re so fucking nasty…”

Amused and captivated by his submission, she slapped him again, watching sadistically as he groaned. He inadvertently thrusted up against her, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Baby,” he whined, needing more.

“Yeah?” she looked down at him normally, as if nothing interesting was happening.

“Sit on my face,” he instructed eagerly.

Katherine smiled as she looked down at him, still met with a desperate furrow in his brows.

“Please, baby, just sit on my face,” he begged her. “I just…” he gulped as he watched her get up, quickly undressing.

She watched him like a hawk, ready to prey on him.

“Just wanna make you feel good, baby,” he babbled a bunch of nonsense. “Come on… Sit on my face. Come all over my face. Want you to come all over my face…”

She was nothing if not amused by his devotion.

“Want you dripping all down my chin,” he pleaded, watching as she slowly straddled him.

She leaned down, pressing a hard kiss to his soft lips. He nearly yelped involuntarily as she bit down on his bottom lip with her teeth. He didn’t know why, but he was currently in awe of her. He’d never seen her quite so hungry and animalistic before, and it was consuming him entirely. He needed her. He needed to feel her.

“Sit on my face, baby,” he babbled, already pussy drunk.

Luke watched with pleasure as she didn’t hesitate to sit on his face. Sighing with relief, he waited for her to sink down completely. Unable to contain his excitement, he grabbed her by the thighs, pressing them all the way down until his handprints started to become embedded in her soft flesh. He held her down on top of him, forcing her legs down as she moaned out loud, feeling his tongue inside her.

She gasped again as she felt his hands loudly smacking her thighs, leaving them red as he forced her down on top of him. She groaned with pleasure as tongue flicked at her most sensitive areas, his fingernails starting to dig into her thighs. She sat on his face for a while, in awe of how he neglected to even breathe as he ate her out.

Luke acted like his life depended on it. He moved his face up and down beneath her, licking harsh stripes up and down her folds, and flicking his tongue against her clit. He growled hungrily into her flesh, needing her to finish.

She had no idea exactly how long this went on for as she lost herself in the pleasure, but she knew they had a habit of taking their time together. She sighed exhaustedly as his strong hands forced her thighs down on top of him. His tongue licked up and down at an almost uncontrollable pace. He was an expert, and she couldn’t help gasping softly as she felt herself suddenly squirting as he groaned, lapping up every drop.

Luke growled like an animal as he licked it all up, like he was licking his entire plate after a good meal. She hardly noticed him thrusting and rifting up into the air as he became more and more aroused by her sitting on his face. Growing frustrated, he quickly sat up, almost startling her. But she didn’t have much time to adjust as he changed their positions.

He sat up on the bed, face still slick as he adjusted her on his lap.

“You’re gonna come again,” he announced roughly, lining up his long erection with her opening, “On my cock.”

She moaned quietly as she faced away from him, only feeling the sensation of him easily sliding in.

“Fuck, that was easy,” he gasped. “You’re so wet… Good fucking girl,” he praised excitedly.

He watched with a satisfied grin on his face as she slowly bounced up and down, taking him from behind as he grabbed her by the hair, roughly pulling her head back so that he could suck on her neck like some kind of crazed sex vampire.

“Fuck, I love the way you feel,” he gasped as she bounced up and down, “You like it, baby?” he asked considerately.

“Yes!” she groaned, just as aggressive as he was. “Fuck yes!”

She grabbed him by the hair, forcing his bites on her neck and collarbone to get even rougher. He had no idea what it was about her lately, but when Luke was with her, all his inhibitions went out the window. Even everything he said was more unhinged and full of unbridled passion.

“I’d do anything for you,” he babbled. “You’re my fucking girl… You want me to eat your pussy? I’ll eat your pussy. You want me to fuck you from the back, I’ll fuck you from the back… You want me to slit Adam’s throat and lick the knife for you to watch, I’ll do it. I’ll do it all, baby,” he laughed darkly.

Luke threw his head back in anticipation as she tightened around him, intentionally pushing him over the edge. Her fingernails dug into his thighs as she rested her hands on his knees to steady herself.

“Just come, baby,” he urged her. “Come on, you got it. Just come all over my cock…”

He whined aggressively, his breath hitching in his throat as she rode him harder and harder.

“You’re so fucking nasty, I love you,” he moaned, feeling her hand reach behind her to tug on his hair. “I love you,” he breathed.

He gasped lightly as he realized he came, the warmth penetrating her as she just grinned, enjoying how disgusting they were both being. He is breath grew shaky and labored as he watched her slowly coming down from her high, as her own wetness began to mix with his. Not fazed by any of it, she reached for his face and kissed his lips, hungrily getting a taste of herself through him.

His hands fell to her waist as he gently held her down on top of him, pulling away as his soft blue eyes looked into hers.

“I love you,” he whispered, absolutely pussy drunk.

He chuckled lightly as he got another smack across the face, sighing in ecstasy. He knew it shouldn’t have been, but the idea of violence in her name was what started all of this.

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Chapter Fourteen

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Bridgerton Recap- 1x3: 'The Art Of The Swoon'

We open on a very romantic sequence involving wisteria and lanterns and Simon sliding one of Daphne’s opera gloves off as they dance. He leans in to kiss her and she wakes up. Wah wah. She seems very disturbed, as if we haven’t all had that dream about Rege-Jean Page. I wonder if episode three always opens with a Bridger-Sibling dream sequence? Let me know in the comments.

After the title card ( I already miss the theme music), we get shots of men shooting and women shopping as Dame Julie tells us that those that marry in haste must repent in leisure. She gives a shoutout to Daphne, who is fielding proposals out in the streets. What? Who are these guys? Dame Julie continues on that she believes Daphne is still waiting for the Duke to pop the question, hopefully not out on the sidewalk like he’s a pan-handler. Whatever Dame Julie says next is lost on me and Daphne as Simon makes 'Bridgerton' history by establishing the oral fixation this family has by licking the back of his spoon.

Miss Bridgerton gets it together faster than I do, because I have to rewind this section three times to write about it and she is able to snap back to attention after just a few seconds as someone brings her a dish of ice cream.

She reminds Simon (but mostly us) that their ruse is working, but must continue until she finds herself a husband. He agrees and is very charming and calls himself handsome. She looks like she wants to lick the back of him.

Penelope is staring out the window over at Feather-House with a pink dress and some very cute, bouncy curls. Pru and Pippa are expositing that a Prince is on his way as they climb the stairs that Pen is racing down. Together, the three really look like a Lisa Frank TrapperKeeper with the LaffyTaffy- hued dresses. Pen races to the footman who is holding all the new mail on a silver tray. She shuffles through it before sighing and flouncing off cutely with a little sigh.

Marina is in her room (of course) as Pen enters. They establish she didn’t get a single Publisher’s Clearing House letter or credit card offer and Marina flops onto the bed dramatically. Penelope gives her a ‘buck up, lil’ camper’ speech about Sir George writing back and taking a long time to get correspondence to and from him and they’re such a great couple, so much better than she and that stinky Bridgerton boy who was trying to make time with her. What’s his name- Colton?

Portia and her evil henchman Varley burst in and accuse Penelope of ‘cavorting with the expectant’. Ha! Pen tries to defend herself, but her dear mama practically throws her out of the room before turning on Marina and telling her she needs to find a husband asap. Marina doesn’t want to do that. Shockingly, Portia doesn’t care and further threatens Marina that she’s going to start wearing the family colors. Awesome, so she’ll look like a HyperColor shirt in no time!

Across the street as the less toxic Bridger-Home, Violet is already asking Daphne to fill up her dance card for the ball that night as the debutante paces the room. Benedict is sprawled out on a sofa, Anthony is sat at a table reading the newspaper, Colin is eating, and the littles play on the floor. The family group scenes are consistently my faves on this show. Daphne makes Ben move so she can sit next to him as El flops onto an open chair and Greg steals food from Anthony’s plate. Violet asks about Simon and Daphne reminds her that he isn’t one of the guys who has proposed to her. Bridger-Mom notes that Daphne simply needs to marry the person who feels like her dearest friend (drink!). Daphne gets all sarcastic with her mom as Benedict smirks from what has to be an extremely uncomfortable position on the sofa next to her.

We cut to the ball, where the string ensemble is rocking out some Billie Eilish. I listen to this cover way too often, you guys. There’s Skip-To-My-Lou dancing and peacocks, so you know this party is fancy. Oh, there’s also parrots. Daphne has a hair feather and- STOP THE PRESSES! You guys!!! Simon is wearing a cravat! This must be the most formal event we have seen, save for the square dance that is going on. Lord Weaver comes over to add his name to Daphne’s dance card and Simon raises his voice theatrically to bemoan the fact that she doesn’t give him every ounce of her attention. She flirts that he must want a promotion before wandering away.

Oh wait, she’s already dancing with this guy now. They are waltzing (off the beat, which drives me a bit nuts) as she tries to make conversation and Simon prowls the perimeter of the room. She spins away from Weaver and I guess we are in one of those ‘terrible speed dating’ montages from romcoms now. One guy loves to talk about all the land he owns, one is a mama’s boy. She makes crazy eyes at Simon as Ladies Bridgerton and Danbury stand near a birdcage and gossip about how in luuurrrve those two are. What is the theme of this ball? Daphne jokes that she would rather hook up with Genevieve DeLaCroix than any of those dudes. Same, girl.

The Queen enters in a Scary Spice wig and with a cute blonde dude on her arm. Thankfully, the Feather-Sisters are here to let us know that this is the Prince. Pen is in the background near another birdcage, and while I don’t think we saw her doing that in episode two, I will try to be better about noting it, since it is an excellent choice that Nicola has made in the past. Saphne flirt adorably and watch as Cressida, in an inexplicable hairstyle, bows to the Prince and gets a kiss on the hand. Simon mentions that he can tell the Prince just told Cressida that her gown is exquisite and Daphne questions him as the Prince moves away from her. A moment later, the Queen is introducing Prince Fredrick to Daphne herself, ‘the diamond’. He tells Daphne her gown is exquisite and Daphne snort-laughs at him. Hee. The Queen leads Fredrick away as Daphne and Simon get right back to flirting. A dude who I think is Lord Cho comes over and asks her to dance before leading her away with a side eye toward Simon.

Across town, Genevieve is closing up her shop for the night when she hears a noise in the back. She picks up a pair of scissors (good girl!) and calls out before seeing it’s just Anthony’s opera-singin’ lovah, Sienna. Gen immediately drops her French accent (hee!) and scolds Sienna for scaring her. They start drinking and talking shit about Anthony and how Sienna will have a new sugar daddy soon enough. They then talk shit about Cressida, and I could get down with the idea of these two just getting drunk and ragging on every main character once an episode I think. Gen offers to make Sienna a dress out of the same fabric as Cruella’s Cressida’s, but Sienna instantly goes the ‘I’m a whore, so I can only wear black or red’ route. She’s not. That. Innocent. She will find a rich man who will let her spend his money on black dresses and never cares about his family like that stinky Bridgerton boy who was making time with her. What’s his name- Andrew?

We cut to approximately seventy-three men crowded around a card table playing a dice game. Dang, the desperation to not be around women for a couple hours is intense I guess. Anthony, Simon, and Feather-Baron are all there. Archie thinks Anthony is cheating and Anthony calls Archie out on his gambling addiction (foreshadow!) as the Feather-Baron glowers at them. Simon is happy that Anthony isn’t being an insufferable prick at the moment. They argue back and forth a bit about Simon’s intentions towards Daphne, which he says are respectful. A secret bookcase door opens (I’ve always wanted one of those!) and in parade a bunch of courtesans, including Sienna, who’s dressed in red. Wait, is this at the party? I assumed because Simon is still wearing a cravat, but maybe it isn’t. I don’t know, but Anthony makes like Snagglepuss and exits stage right just as Sienna saunters over to the Duke. They openly flirt while Ant watches on. She basically tells Simon that if he watches her sing tomorrow night, she will fuck him. Oops, she did it again!

Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I think Anthony will be very calm and level-headed about this.

Daphne is tossing and turning and thinking about spoon-licking. Or maybe that’s just me? She makes her way downstairs and is spotted by Anthony. She invites him to join her in the kitchen for some warm milk. It’s unfair to say this, because Jonathan Bailey has chemistry with everyone, but these two are so good together.

Cut to them both staring at the stove, not having any friggin’ idea of how to operate it at all, as Daphne stands there with two little jugs of milk. Hee. They argue back and forth over which one of them should know how to do this, when they are obviously both proper ladies who don’t know nothin’ bout starting no burners. They will instead drink it cold. Way to problem solve, Daph!

She asks Ant to hum a few bars with regard to Simon, so that she may pick out the tune of ‘Hot Duke With Daddy Issues In C Minor’ the next time she hears it. Anthony first tries to tell her that her sweet little virginal ears can’t hear why he won’t marry, but he relents pretty quickly and tells her about the Douchke and Sarah, his dead mom who died. Daphne proclaims it’s very sad (word), but Anthony insists Simon prefers to have no on in his life and to not worry her pretty little crimpy-looking head about it. Sometimes people are not meant to be together, as much as they may wish otherwise. He almost made it through a whole conversation without making it about him. Oh Ant, it may seem like a crush. But it doesn’t mean she’s serious.

Dame Julie voiceovers that appreciation of the arts is what lifts humans above animals. Well, that and an appreciation for Kendrick Lamar. Julie tells us there’s a new wing opening at a museum and then tells us that Marina will be there, recovered from her mysterious illness. On rewatch, it becomes so obvious that this is Penelope. Who was talking about her being sick? Even Colin barely noticed that, and he is trying to sail his vessel in.

Oh, ew. Sorry ‘bout that.

Gen is measuring Marina at Feather-House and mentions her measurements may have been off as she tries to truss her up like a Thanksgiving bird. Portia mentions that Marina loves cake ( I bet she does), and it occurs to me I should maybe have a Cake As Sex metaphor counter. I think I will start one! Feather-Mom says Marina is going on a diet.

We swoop over to the art gallery thing. Her comes the Feather-Clan. Pen’s in yellow (she says hello, come sit next to me ya fine fellow) and looks adorable. Portia pushes Pip and Pru in front of the visiting Prussian Prince and they promptly prostrate themselves as he barely passes glances at them. Here comes the Ladies Cowper in their intricate braids and even more intricate social etiquette as Cressida steps on a purple-dyed pump and practically throws an elbow in order to get to the Permed Prussian Prince. Dame Julie tells us a language tutor has been hanging out at Cowper house, implying that it is so Cressida can learn German. Viel durst!

We are inside with the Bridger-Fam now! There’s little Greg! I love him so much, you guys. Violet is arm in arm with Anthony, and immediately starts calling out qualifications for passing ladies like she’s on QVC and needs to sell something in the next ten minutes. Anthony brushes her off as his brothers giggle behind their backs. As soon as he walks off, Vi tries to grab Benedict and then Colin in succession, because those grandbabies aren’t going to birth themselves, boys!

That was a cute scene, and it leads into a cute scene transition as Anthony walks past Pen and El staring up at a large painting of naked ladies. Pen calls it familiar, and El points out that is because all paintings are about naked ladies because men blah blah blah. Penelope turns and sees Marina being dragged by and mouthing for help. Pen excuses herself to attempt to go help her as Portia presents Miss Thompson to an old Lord who is chatting with the Feather-Baron. This guy looks like a cross between Jim Broadbent and Jeffrey Jones. How unfortunate. Marina snaps at him pretty quickly and Penelope quickly insinuates herself into the mix. Portia tries to distract Pen, but Marina holds onto her and continues snapping at Lord Broadbent who is currently trying to purchase her. Said Lord huffs and puffs and wanders off to find another young girl whose mouth has already been sewn shut but whose vagina is still open for business. Portia calls Penelope a meddlesome little wench (ooh, avast ye matey!), and tells Marina she doesn’t understand that she will be pushing a baby out of her in a pretty short time period. She stomps off.

Benedict is giving a rather withering look to a painting before turning to Lady Danbury. Yay! Aga-dict lives on! And I might need to work on that ship name. Ben and his blue velvet coat announce that the work is cold and lacking spirit. There’s another man just on the other side of Lady Danbury, so you know where this scene is going. Benedict continues that the painting should have been skyed, which Google tells me is a regency-era tradition of hanging art work floor to ceiling, the top ones being the hardest to see. Thanks, Google! Lady Danbury turns directly to the other man and asks him why his crappy painting isn’t higher on the wall and therefore easier to ignore. Benedict sputters and Agatha giggles and Mr. Granville runs off to find his wife. Sure, buddy. Ben calls Lady Danbury diabolical. Just kiss already! She says that was hilarious and saunters off.

Elsewhere, Prince Frederick is extricating himself from conversation with Cressida and her mom to follow Daphne. He tells her the art is not the only beautiful thing on display. Dude, take it down a notch. He tries talking to her about travel and music, but she spots Simon out of the corner of her eye and gets completely distracted. She blows off the Prince to follow Simon. She checks her hair at the last moment, which is great. Daphne saunters in and opens with a crack about Lady Whistledown as she stands next to him but facing the other wall. This scene is so well shot and choreographed.

They talk more about how they have everyone fooled into thinking they are a thang. He openly flirts with her as she turns to face the same painting he has been looking at. She is surprised to see this was donated by him. Simon tells her the other things he loaned out were the Douchke’s, but this one was Dead Lady Sarah’s. Daphne talks about how it feels like the best part of waking up (not Folgers in your cup, apparently), and then we get the famous shot of their hands inching toward each other. Wait, she was wearing gloves when she came into this room. The gloves are gone now! They touch hands, and the way Daphne reacts you would think his fingers went under her dress. They hear a noise in another room and pull apart and go to investigate.

Cressida has swooned and is now on the floor, with the Prince holding her. Pru and Pip are there expositing about how romantic it is as Anthony, Pen and El all look on, clearly thinking otherwise. Simon leans in to Daphne and says they need to up their game, which makes her laugh.

Outside, Simon is in a full-on stride to his carriage, where the footman reminds him about the opera. Simon looks back towards Daphne and decides to go home and make an appointment with his hand instead. Later that evening, a man comes into Sienna’s dressing room and informs her he’s locking the doors. She questions whether there is anyone loitering around and that’s a no. She sits at her vanity in her red dressing gown. Oh, he made her believe they’re more than just friends.

Dame Julie voiceovers that debutantes need to all be muti-talented; witty, musical, chatty, and an expert in ‘the art of the swoon’. Roll credits! We see Cressida walking arm in arm with the Prince as her mom herself swoons over Lady Whistledown’s paper. We cut over to the palace, where Charlotte and Frederick are eating breakfast outside as Julie continues that Daphne doesn’t seem to give a crap about the Prince. Charlotte is pissed, and tells Frederick that it needs to be Daphne, because she’s the diamond. ‘Charm her!’ she orders.

Daphne is playing the piano as Benedict draws (yay!) and tears a sheet out of his sketch pad and crumples it up. El begs her sister to stop playing the same four notes over and over again. Daphne needles her, saying she will need to be better soon since she will need to find a husband before too long and El snaps that she should keep playing and scare away all the boys. Daphne correctly tells El she can go read outside, but El ate her bran flakes this morning, because her ass is twitching. Is reading bad? Because it will not get her a husband? Why is it bad that she wants to nurture her mind, huh?! Can someone get Eloise a gummy please? She’s stressing me out. Daphne finally snaps back at El for being self-involved and having no empathy. Word. El rolls her eyes, but attempts to make conversation about the tune Daphne has been picking out (the one from her dream sequence by the way), but even then she gives an order that she needs to name it if she’s going to play it. I want Daphne to smack her.

Over on the set of ‘Les Miserables’, Portia is getting out of a carriage in head-to-toe teal crushed velvet. Yeah, that won’t draw attention at all. She looks particularly like Belle Watling here. Pat yourself on the back if you got that reference. Marina climbs out after her, and we all know where this scene is going too, don’t we? Lady Featherington says this will be Marina’s future. A woman throws a bucket of water, there are trash cans fires, kids are sprawled out on the uneven cobblestone. Come on captain, you can wear your shoes. Marina spits that she ain’t scared of these day players and their Cockney accents. She mentions George, and says she has written to him. Portia points out that men are idiots and don’t understand how babies are made, and Marina stomps back to the carriage.

Back over in the technicolor side of London, Cressida sits under a tent at the park, sipping tea with the Prince. Ladies Danbury and Bridgerton are walking along the serpentine, and Violet calls Lady Cowper horrid. Word. Then we notice that Simon and Daphne are ambling behind them. I’m going to give him credit for wearing a cravat here I think. It’s borderline, at least. Daphne is laughing about Anthony letting a farm animal into their dormitory at school. Did I not call this in the first episode? It always comes down to pig-fucking. Daphne mentions that Violet told her one should marry their dearest friend (drink!) Simon makes a pitch for Santhony, which I’m not opposed to. She asks if marriage is about friendship, as if he knows. The Duke says it is a good start and they wade into a war metaphor that goes on for a while and then they spot a herd of Top Hatters. He makes a show of giving her a rose, but she’s still wanting to know about marriage. Sweetie, he hasn’t been married. Why are you asking him? Although we know why. Let us roll right into The Masturbation Scene, shall we?

Simon says marriage has elements that are physical and intangible, but Daphne knows her vocabulary and says that can’t be. He laughs and she whacks him with her flower and calls him beastly. He rightly says girls should be allowed to know what married couples get up to. Daphne says moms don’t tell them anything and Simon says he can’t, which she challenges. She uses the out of ‘they aren’t really courting, so this isn’t scandalous’ to get him to spill the beans. He continues to say he can’t tell her and then she finally gets in his face and calls him Simon and he relents. He says that what happens between a husband and a wife is a continuation of what happens at night, when she is alone. When she’s sleeping? No, when she touches herself. Daphne stares at him blankly, and he leans in closer and tells her that when she is alone, she can touch herself. When she finds something she likes, she should keep doing it until she reaches ‘a pinnacle’. She looks stricken. He turns. ‘Come’, he instructs and wanders off. Yes, sir.

Now he’s in a carriage with Lady Danbury, who promptly hits him with her cane. She wants to know the 411 on him and Daphne. He demurs and Danbury points out that the Prince is now into Daphne too and if he fucks that up for her, Agatha will be pissed. He argues that Daphne is not an idiot, and Lady Danbury says he’s being cruel and she taught him better than that. He sits with that.

We cut to El, smoking on the swings again. Here comes Ben. He sits next to her and she hands her cigarette over. She says she found his art in the fireplace and he accuses her of spying. She calls him too boring to spy on. He says his drawings suck and she immediately makes it about her. He is a man and he can hire someone to teach him how to draw. She points out that Lady Whistledown is a great writer, but needs to hide herself. Ben correctly points out it’s for self-preservation, since Whistledown says things about the Queen.

El says women have nothing and men have everything, so Ben should be bold so she can live vicariously through him. He asks if she’s Lady Whistledown, and she says no, but she wouldn’t admit it even if she was. I wanted to like that scene more than I did. El is correct, but she just needs to take it down a notch, please. I don’t like the real world feelings of anxiety and dread slipping into my cute, escapist sex drama, thank you very much.

Daphne is majorly fidgety as she locks her bedroom door and climbs onto the bed. She looks at her flower and thinks about Simon and her hand wanders. She seems to finish pretty fast, all things considered. Then, she’s at the piano and is playing her same Simon piece from before. Violet waits until she stops and then says ‘You finished, how lovely’. A-hyuck a-hyuck.

Then we are outside the ice cream shop, where Simon is waiting for her. She joins him and starts excitedely making plans for their day when he cuts her off. He is done. Man, Lady Danbury really got to him. He is a rake and she has a Prince on the line now. She appeals to their friendship and he looks at her. ‘We were never friends. I do not believe there could be a more ridiculous notion than that of us ever being friends’. Ouch. He calls her a pretty convenience, but they both need to move on. Oh, he White Fanged her! She is sad.

Simon stomps into his house and tells the assembled staff that they need to leave quickly as Daphne runs up the Bridger-Home staircase in tears with Rose trailing behind her.

Then we are over with Sienna lip-synching her little whoreish heart out at the concert hall. Everyone is literally chatting over the top of her. That seems a bit rude. She sings loud enough to get everyone to finally shut up and watch her. Her dress is pretty. I wonder if it’s the one Gen made her. After the performance, the same guy from earlier comes into her dressing room to tell her she has a visitor and in trots Anthony. I forgot he was in this show! She is instantly icy toward him, and you can tell she means it, because she’s back in red again. He says he wanted to see her and she correctly says he sees her to escape his own life. She has plans to go dance in a space station. Anthony says she’s trying to use Simon to make him jealous. Does she know about Santhony? Hmm. She says the Duke is way awesomer than Anthony, but he hasn’t been by to see her. Anthony misses her. He gets all up in her personal space and kisses her before she pushes him away and says she’s not falling for that one again. She stomps upstairs, leaving him behind.

We are over at Feather-House, where Pen is once again watching for the mail. Wonder why she’s so invested in Marina and George. Funny, that. She seems pretty despondent, but then perks up at one of the envelopes on the silver tray and bounds up the stairs as well as a four-eleven human can. She bursts into Marina’s room and holds the letter up. Marina reads it to herself as Pen stands in front of her, begging her to share what it says. A moment later, Marina crumples the letter up and falls to the bed. Pen guesses he’s been wounded, but Marina says he wrote that George wants nothing to do with her. She’s very snotty in this scene. As in full of mucus, not as in being a brat. Although she is kind of always that, too. She wails as Pen picks up the letter. We cut over to Portia and Varley, who seem quite pleased. We get a sepia-toned flashback of Mrs. Varley forging the letter. This woman is so talented, you guys. She can do everything. Back in the present, Portia says Marina was going to have to learn that men are scum and George will never come collect her. She then tells Varley to re-draw her eyebrows, or she will look surprised all day long. Hee!

We are at the modiste with Daphne and Violet. Lady Cowper and Cressida are in the front room, watchin’ the swatches. Lady Cowper comes in and wants to talk about how it is so great about Daphne and the Duke, because that means Cressida can have the Prince, saying Cressida may have a fortune, but Daphne has the face. Did she just call her daughter an uggo? Both Vi and Daph look rather ill.

Daphne strides into her room with Rose on her heels again, and she is ready to steal Cressida’s man out from under her now. She’s wearing the white dress and the flowers in her hair.

We are with Anthony in his study, as Violet comes in and asks if he is going to the ball. He is. She gives him a list of women. I guess she’s moved from QVC to more of a catalog situation. He blows her off. She asks after the pocket watch he was looking at a second ago. You know, the one that was his father’s? The Viscount? He cottons on pretty quickly and tells her it’s quarter to. She says it’s quite late (get it?) and then says time is of the essence. Why, exactly?

Then we are at the ball, which is very flowery. The Queen looks bored in a lilac-colored wig as Cressida dances with the Prince. Cressida is in another painful-looking hairstyle as her mother calls her a Princess from the sidelines.

The Feather-Clan descends the staircase to the party, where Marina is immediately asked to dance. Simon and Lady Danbury stand nearby and she calls him out on being quiet. Guys, he’s wearing a cravat again! He’s leaving England early. She calls him foolish. Maybe if you hadn’t spooked him like a horse, Agatha…

And then here is Daphne, in all her glittery, curly glory. Violet asks if she feels okay, and Daphne lies that she feels exceptional. She goes out to the staircase, where everyone looks up at her. Her fan is very feathery, and she starts using it as she descends. The Prince is staring at her and leaves poor Cressida in the dust to go attend to Daphne. There’s Pen again, right behind him. Simon is watching. The Prince asks for her first dance and she says it would be an honor and then oh so delicately drops her fan. She’s very good, you guys. Frederick bends to retrieve it as everyone looks on. Dame Julie comes back to tell us that the diamond might be added to the crown jewels and that Simon is soo jelly. Simon walks out as Lady Danbury and Penelope watch with worry. Julie asks why Daphne should settle for a Duke when she can have a Prince?

Why indeed.

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[inviisiiblelee]

The Beginning of a Lifetime

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Word Count: 2,030 Rating: Teen and Up Audience Relationship: Alastor/Vox Additional Tags: Vox is named George Taylor, Vox is Brand New, Alastor Has a Heart (Hazbin Hotel), Fluff, First Meetings, i love writing about first meetings, Vox died in the 40s, Probably only a handful of years after Alastor at most, Alastor Takes Vox Under His Wings, porting from AO3, link included above if prefered. Notes: Always based around headcanons. I named him George Taylor simply because its a really non-unique and generic type of name. Meant for a boring, plain little man. I thought about V names like how Angel is Anthony, but I was looking up popular names for boys born in 1890's when I headcanon Vox was probably born and wanted to stay within the top of popularity. A (late) entry for RadioStatic week day 1. Enjoy! <3 Meant to rival in name my other work, The End of a Lifetime, too.

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George Taylor was not a violent man in life, and to be faced with so much violence immediately in Hell? He was absolutely not ready. Not only was he unprepared for the levels of pure chaos, but even his own body was beyond a little different. He couldn’t say it didn’t make some sense, he’d only died with a large television set dropped directly onto his head. Turns out that’s quite enough pressure to cause the skull to give in and be crushed completely. He had enemies, sure, while alive, it wasn’t something that could be easily avoided in the line of business he had pursued, at the end of the day. And some of those people were more temperamental than he was, but that was where his disarming charm was used the best. He could talk a majority of people down from a direct conflict, could sugar his words just right so that they would feel reassured. White lies, little seeds of doubt or warmth, a way of wriggling into their hearts and minds. He was good at it. He was just a plain, simple man, anyway. What was intimidating of someone as plain as him? Dressed well and groomed, with an easy smile and all the patience in the world. A soft voice, dulcet tones, easy airs of confidence and pleasantry. It worked.

Usually. 

His life’s final confrontation was impossible to ease down, and George was not a fighter in any way. He could be quick on his feet, but fear, while motivating, didn’t make it easy. It wasn’t as though it wasn’t a fair experience - he’d gotten the man booted from his job, needled down with debt, and serving time for something he definitely did not do, as a star witness who lied on the stand in full confidence and with the performance of a lifetime. It made sense he was murdered, and it made perfect sense he found himself here in Hell, something he did, at least, gather quickly.

He didn’t anticipate some sort of warm welcome, of course, no group of happy campers to explain how things worked or to help him out, but he also didn’t quite anticipate being jumped and pushed into an alleyway by a small group of three rough looking demons (he had to guess? Surely that was what they were called?) who threw him to the ground, searched his pockets, slammed his head against a wall, and took his slightly worn out jacket and his shoes of all things, considering he had nothing else to offer. He wasn’t sure how a television of a head could lead to the pain shooting through his back and limbs, and while he was unsure of anything else that was injured, it hurt more than he liked to admit, and trying to stand led to such severe vertigo that he slid down against the wall and just stayed there. 

He had never been so beaten down so fast while alive, even as a sickly sort. He was often ill, pushing through regardless and a little less than sturdy as a result, but he’d always been able to keep some sort of victimization at bay. Yet here he was now, exhausted already, in pretty poor shape and relative thundering pain, hazy vision and some sort of buzzing in the back of his mind that was steadily growing. It was a little distracting, really, and he sort of leaned into the sound, trying to follow it, the odd tones and shifting noise. It reminded him of an older time, before he was a television personality, back when he worked in the industry fixing problems with the tech. It was a sound mostly associated with audio problems, really. He wondered how deep the effects of having such a … changed physical form went. He hadn’t even had the opportunity to really look or examine it much before things went down, anyway.

Static was building in his head, and George was finding it hard to think. The sound of it shifted and changed every moment, pitch and tone flowing up and down like someone trying to tune an old instrument, except interspersed by buzzing and screeching of something electronic. Like a speaker ruined by water, or being in general interfered with. He tried reaching out to it mentally in some way, a sort of … internal troubleshooting. It felt weird and almost nauseating to explore, but he was trying to make any sense of it. He found he could sort of lower the volume of it, but it kept rising even when he did, steadily, and eventually he gave up, letting the buzzing, shrill feedback take over his mind. 

He barely noticed a shadow tower over him.

But he did. He saw it projected along the ground and over his person, and his heart dropped into his stomach. A soft little plea for mercy escaped him, and he realized he had been whimpering quietly for a little while now. He hadn’t noticed in the whirlwind of emotion and sensation, and something akin to tears appeared to be dripping from his screen. It felt weird. A chill settled over him, and he felt fear sink into his soul. 

George looked up at the person causing the shadow. Shades of red, black accents, a demon dressed rather formally and holding something that looked like both a cane and some sort of … microphone? The buzzing was so loud in his ears, and then it abruptly cut quiet as the looming form spoke.

“Good to see you, old friend.” A hand was outstretched to him, the friendliest gesture anyone had shown him so far, at all. 

Old friend? For a moment, all George could do was stare at him, this strange … person? Man? Devil? And then it clicked. 

Was that Alastor? They had met a couple of times over the years they lived on Earth simultaneously. A radio host, whose voice George was fairly familiar with when he would make his trips through his area. They’d met in person only a handful of times, at various functions that George ended up at per his workplace. The two had shared a few conversations, and he remembered them well, one of which being recommended to look into broadcasting himself, a compliment that George had taken quite seriously. Alastor had been a hell of a man when alive, certainly, in spite of what he thought he knew of his potential crimes. It wasn’t as though it was his job to judge, and it wasn’t as though he felt he had been in any danger. He remembered hearing about his death, finding it quite regrettable and sad, even. It was quite the accident to learn of. But Alastor was far from who he expected to run into, let alone to be recognized by.

“Alastor?” 

Idiot. It was the only thing he could seem to say, even as he reached forward and placed his own hand in the other’s. His blue fingers contrasted so starkly against the red of his old acquaintance’s. But he found support and strength in the grip of his friend’s, and Alastor helped him stand and steadied him easily when he swayed. He was smiling wide, and George wondered if he was really that happy to see him. He couldn’t help but feel a little relief - okay, a lot of it. A weight was being lifted from his chest, seeing someone familiar, someone he would happily trust in this moment. Maybe a little naive, or a dangerous line of thoughts, but he couldn’t help himself. 

“The one and only!” Alastor replied, chipper energy in the words. “You look an absolute mess, friend, what happened?”

“Oh, uh,” George hesitated to respond, but it was hard to miss the clear evidence of an attack, anyway. Or at the least, the torn clothing and dazed expressions. “Someone stole my jacket and shoes.” He said it with a shrug, and he offered his own easy smile. It was something he could do, at least. He could pretend, in this moment, that it didn’t matter. 

“How shameful of them! Come along, I’ll get you sorted out straight away. What did they look like?” The question had him blinking, and then scrambling to remember. It hadn’t even happened more than an hour ago, so he gave what description he could. Alastor simply nodded, looking away in what he thought was some sort of consideration. He placed a hand on George’s back, urging him out of the alleyway finally, leading him down the sidewalk.

“Sorry, I’m just a little out of it still,” he said quickly. “Just got here and I didn’t quite think it would all be so … immediately exciting.” Carefully chosen words as he examined his surroundings, peering around to finally get a sense of where he might be, the state of things around here. He’d barely made it a few blocks on his own, before. 

“Worry not, we’ll get you right as rain in no time at all,” was all Alastor offered, and George fell into step with him cautiously. 

Things were odd. Alastor brought him to what seemed to be a tailor, offering to cover him getting repaired and refreshed clothing for the time being. He didn’t ask for anything from George as they left, but he couldn’t help feeling relieved. He noted that many seemed to shy away from Alastor for some reason, fleeting glances and then people crossing the roads, as if to get away from him. It was a weird thing to see - Alastor was still only smiling, seemingly unbothered by any of it. 

“What’s with the parting of the crowd?” George finally asked after a little more walking, entirely unsure where they were even going, now. 

“Oh, they’re merely getting out of the way,” Alastor said simply. “I’ve made a few waves here, they know to move pretty well.” He said it so jauntily, George couldn’t find a reason to mind it. If Alastor had made a name for himself already, then all the better, right? Good for him. 

They walked only for a few blocks before George realized they were within sight of the group that had attacked him. Stepping a little closer to Alastor, without realizing it, he tensed up. Alastor seemed to notice, however.

“Is that them?”

“I- I think so? The one on the right has my jacket, at least.”

“Stay here, yes?”

“Uh. Okay.”

Alastor broke away from him with a few strides and approached the small group of other demons. Alastor’s height towered over them, and they seemed very startled by his presence. George stayed where he was told, unable to hear the conversation, though it was clearly mostly Alastor speaking to them at length before holding out one hand, palm up, expecting something. A moment passed, and then something in the air changed, and the buzzing static and feedback roared in his ears all of a sudden. He saw the space around Alastor darken, saw a long, strange set of antlers begin to grow from his temples. Dark shadows formed around the trio, and those around otherwise were quick to clear away at the display, but George could only seem to stare. The shadows traveled up and wrapped around each of the demons, and he snatched George's jacket and shoes from them, as well as other belongings. The shadows squeezed harder and harder, until they were certainly pleading desperately, before being abruptly consumed into the ground without further showing. Alastor draped the jacket over his arm and returned to George’s side, holding his things out.

George blinked a few times before remembering himself, taking them from him with a rushed set of thank you’s, which Alastor only waved away with a quick dismissive comment. They fell into step together again, and Alastor asked if he felt fine enough to join him for lunch.

“Oh, yeah, of course. I’ll be fine, thank you.”

“No thanks necessary. What else are friends for? You must catch me up, I’m sure we have plenty to discuss, so stay close, hm?”

“Definitely will do.”

And, well. Vox would be a man of his word, for as long as Alastor wanted him there.

[lilac-hecox]

If you're still accepting Damien fic requests, maybe a camp au with a puppy love crush on one of the counselors (Ian or Anthony) and/or having a reciprocated crush on Shayne

I wrote this in the camp au that was written by @wow-ihateithere

Damien/Anthony and Damien/Shayne - Summer Camp

--

“You’re acting like one of your kids,” Angela says with a grin.

“Huh?” Damien says, coming back to his senses, turning his gaze away from where he had been watching Anthony animatedly eating with his campers.

“You’re staring at Anthony like a thirteen-year-old with a crush,” she adds, mimicking a love sick expression.

“Stop!” Damien says, feeling his face get hot. “I am not.”

“You are!” Angela says around giggles. “I hang out with the same age, but the girl version. I can spot a crush a mile away.”

Damien scoffs. That absolutely wasn’t true because if it were Angela would know that Amanda’s been into her since the beginning of summer, instead of being utterly oblivious.

“I don’t have a crush on Anthony,” Damien says more firmly, but his face gets red.

“Okay,” Angela says in a sing-song voice, going back to eating her lunch.

--

Okay, so, maybe Damien did have a small crush, but it’s small! It’s manageable! He just thinks Anthony is cute and funny. He’s good with the kids too. Damien finally accepts the crush on Anthony when he watches Anthony strip off his colorful camp shirt and toss it on the grass up beyond the shore. Anthony is muscled and lean and gorgeous in the bright light of the warm summer day. Damien watches as water splashes on to Anthony as he begins to wade into the lake, Anthony letting out a shriek as the cold-water splashes on him, Ian laughing from where he had committed the crime and swimming away before Anthony could retaliate.

“Mr. Damien! Come on!” one of his students yells from the water. “We need you for chicken!”

Damien smiles and peels off his own t-shirt as he wades into the cool water of the lake.

--

Damien catches Ian and Anthony kissing after one of the staff bonfires in the deep warm night of summer. They are sat together on the same log, Ian’s hands in Anthony’s hair and Anthony’s hands on Ian’s waist. They kiss urgently and fervently in the night, the warm glow of the fire illuminating them.

Damien isn’t crushed. He didn’t need Angela’s supposed ability to see crushes developing to realize that the two counselors liked each other, to see the momentum between them building like an unstoppable freight train where they were always meant to collide.

He vows to let go of his crush that day out of respect for both of the other counselors.

--

What takes him by surprise is when they do the camp talent show Shayne sits next to him while they watch the acts. How whenever Shayne laughs it is so bright and cheery and how more often than not, he’s looking at Damien to see if he’s laughing too.

Damien and Shayne’s talent is performing an improv skit together. They make it cheesy, making the younger kids laugh and the older kids roll their eyes and “die of cringe.” At the end of the skit Shayne gets down on one knee and then offers Damien a plastic flower, declaring his love.

The younger kids giggle, the older one’s groan, the other counselors crack up laughing. Damien accepts the plastic flower, and he sees Shayne smile with bright blue eyes crinkling in the corner, a big cheesy grin on his face. What takes Damien by surprise is the fondness in his heart, the way it speeds up when Shayne pretends to plant a kiss on his cheek, big, wet, and sloppy.

Angela gives him a knowing look from the stands and Damien pointedly ignores her.

--

It’s August when Shayne presses Damien against the side of the staff log cabin and kisses him in the darkness of the night. When he presses his nose against Damien’s and says, “I’ve been waiting all summer to do that.”

There are fireflies all around as Damien leans in and kisses him back.

[suitsusboth]

I'm rereading the original Lovelights, loving every minute of it!

Do you think you would be able to write a one-shot about The Game!? I would love to know how that went down, especially since it was Anthony's first time back in who knows how long, and Kate's first time playing it. Has she practiced her skating enough to be Aubrey ready? Do they end up on the same team? Or are they on opposite teams and dominate? How do you see it going down? ♥️

I think the first year Kate witnesses the game, Daphne's surprise announcement very much overshadows everything. The family is shocked. Even more so when, somewhere in-between being asked a hundred questions a minute, Daphne lets it be known the father will not be involved. Anthony doesn't say much after that. Daphne thinks he's deeply disappointed in her, and to herself decides she doesn't need his approval. It's her life. It's her baby.

(Spoiler alert, he isn't disappointed. He's worried about his sister. She might not have said it, but someone has hurt her. Daphne believes in romance and true love. He knows, whoever this guy is, has let her down. And this baby.)

But it does cause a bit of a rift for a while (until Anthony uses his words.)

But, let's have a peek at that first year, hm?

The next morning, bright and early new years day, Kate and Anthony are drinking coffee in bed, with Eggnog laying at their feet. Anthony's phone buzzes.

"Who is it?" Kate asks, taking another sip. Anthony's frowning at his phone.

"Colin. They're all heading to the game."

Silence spread between them. They hadn't talked about it yet. Daphne. It had been a shock, Kate knew that. And as expected, when surprised, Anthony got quiet. He needed to process. This is also new— them. She wasn't completely sure what she should be doing, especially when it came to his family. They had left not long after midnight and Daphne's announcement. When they got back they had gone to bed soon after.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she eventually asks. It seems like a good place to start. It at least let him decide.

He shrugs. "What's there to talk about?"

Kate purses her lips, but refrains from saying anything. Anthony's phone buzzes again, and he sighs.

"We don't have to go," she tells him softly, resting her chin on his shoulder. He's quiet for a moment until he lets out a small smile, and plants a kiss on her forehead.

He shakes his head, and looks at her with a brightness in his eyes again. "No. Let's go."

And they're glad they go. Anthony digs out his old high school hockey jersey for Kate to wear (she's thrilled even though no one will see it under her coat

And they're glad they go. Anthony digs out his old high school hockey jersey for Kate to wear (she's thrilled even though no one will see it under her coat— furthermore, she takes it back to Manhattan and becomes one of her favourite things to wear around her apartment. Anthony likes it too. Particularly when she doesn't wear pants with it.) Everyone is there except Eloise and Daphne. Eloise, fighting a hangover. Daphne, did not want to come. No further explanation was given by Mrs. Bridgerton and no one pressed. Colin, Gregory, Hyacinth and Anthony were playing. Benedict was also fighting a hangover, but he was doing so in sunglasses in a camper chair, sipping an Irish coffee did not join in.

The Game took place on a frozen pond a few miles from town. A lot of people showed up, mostly to spectate though. It seemed only the real talented skaters, who could take a hit, played. There was the blue team, which Bridgertons were on, and the blue team. There was also, seemingly from what Kate overheard, a lot of betting on the side from the townsfolk (Mrs. Agatha seemingly being the ringleader and/or bookie of this event— who in turn gave Kate a wink when she saw her arrive, fingers intertwined with Anthony's.)

Anthony had not been exaggerating when it came to the chaos and brutality of The Game. It was basically a WWE match on ice. Henry tried to referee, but no one seemed to listen. The puck couldn't be seen half the time. But Hyacinth did manage to take out at least three men in their mid to late forties.

It was a mad, and fun, and Kate doesn't think she's laughed that much, ever.

Years later, when Kate was better at ice skating and the Bridgerton family had grown exponentially, they started their own version of The Game on New Years Day on the Farm. They had a rink after all. Some years they were rivals (Kate having the most number of wins, mostly because she 'played dirty'). Some years they were on the same team (Undefeated, suck it Hastings). Most years ended in bruises and big smiles. Only once or twice in tears (usually one of the kids). But they did it every year, and every year they were grateful to have this big, mad, wonderful family and the farm.

[anthonypresley]

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[starlightshadowsworld]

Been continuing The Empire series by Anthony Riches.

So fucking good, it's about a Roman soilder who's entire family is killed for treason against the Emperor. And he is being hunted while hiding out in the army.

And it's got me thinking about Camp Jupiter, specifically that it's the Twelth leigion.

In the Empire series there's some many more leigions.

And some real world accounts said Julius Ceaser alone had 4 leigions under his direct command. That during the time of Augustus there were 25 leigions.

That along with it being the Twelth means that at least at some point, there was a larger fighting force of Roman demigods. But now there's only one left.

There's cohorts, centurions and praetors. But there's no auxiliaies, no tribunes, no prefects etc.

Makes you wonder, what happened? To cut down the numbers so much that this is all that remains.

I think it's multiple things but the main one being that there's just a lot less Roman demigods. Given dieties rarely visit Camp Jupiter and the majority of campers are legacies.

I also think, given they've stemmed from ancient Rome that civil wars were involved. That the army simply split off into its seperate leigions.

Imagine if their were other induvual leigions that survived but just do not have any contact with Camp Jupiter.

Imagine Jason and Frank, current and ex Praetor meeting with them.

These two who are probably considered traitors at this point being diplomats. Neither Jason nor Frank fit the idealised version of what it means to be the perfect Roman.

And yet they are in their element in these discussions. And they make an excellent team.

Frank is a great strategist. He knows how to account for different outcomes. He's good at thinking outside the box and bringing out everyone's strengths.

Jason is a great leader. He knows how when to challenge, when to follow, to uplift and when to mediate.

He's got years of experience under his belt. He not only fought in the last war but was the reason for victory.

Jason was raised by the leigion, he had invaluable knowledge. He knows the rules, the loopholes and how to get others to hear him out.

These two who don't fit the mould and doing the one thing there predecessors never could.

Rebuilding these bonds that have been broken for centuries.

And just for the first time in centuries, a reunited Roman army stands not only together but alongside the Greeks to face a common enemy.

With Frank, Jason and Reyna all commanding their troops along a bunch of other leaders.

[dgf2099]

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[delurkr]

jedediah hackett from the quarry being anthony's cousin would be something, because jedediah would probably tell him a million times to move on , i'm guessing that louisa (who's jedediah's mom) is james' sister AND UH ALSO FEEL FREE TO INCLUDE MORE HEADCANONS FOR THEM BECAUSE AAAAAAAAAA

@108garys Louisa Clarke mention LETSGOOOOOO

So Louisa being James's sister is a logical fit, but 108garys and I already had a wrap on our idea of James's sibling set before we took a closer look at the Hackett tree so we ended up putting her as his aunt (with Jedediah as James's cousin and Anthony's second cousin). She and her brothers started out on the west coast but most of them ended up making their way east, where she met Francis Hackett and married him and moved out to the boondocks where the Hacketts live. (Francis would have fit right in with Louisa's family though because her older brothers' names are Dennis, Otis, and Morris. Otis is James's father.)

Um it's been over a year since I last watched a playthrough of TQ and my memories of Jedediah are fuzzy, so... yeah maybe he wouldn't be too encouraging of Anthony visibly grieving (though maybe he'd more quietly show support to try to balance out Constance because she would so not be dealing with that), but imagine how much he'd be in over his head with Anthony showing signs of psychosis.

Side note that by necessity I believe Anthony's extended family are all pretty disconnected in various ways because he clearly didn't have much of a support system after the fire, so I don't think Anthony knew much of the Hacketts and the Hacketts probably liked things that way seeing how they keep to themselves, but I do headcanon that once upon a time Tanya and Dennis got to spend a summer as campers at Hackett's Quarry on a family discount 😁

[sparrowsortadrawzzz]

Aight so. As we move into the summer season I have been struck with inspiration for a new AU. It is a summer camp AU. All the MCs are roughly 18/19. I’ve started enjoy the idea of Crowley as an archangel and the archangels being his siblings cuz that’s very dramatic and I’ve been exposed to a lot of that content so that’s here now too. Also I made my two favourite characters friends because of course I did that’s what I always do in every fandom I’ve ever been in.

(Featuring friends to lovers Aziracrow and enemies to lovers Ineffable Bureaucracy obviously.)

So the perspective is split between the four main characters. Gabriel Archer, his half brother Anthony J Crowley (Known mostly as Crowley) same mother (Gods human character that looks like Frances Mcdormand, most likely named Godiva or something similar) different fathers. They are constantly fighting and being general little nightmares, never seeming to be able to agree on anything and taking arguments way too far (bringing up each others fathers; Gabes died and Crowley’s was shitty, getting into actual physical altercations and getting eachother in trouble at school) so their mother decides to send them to a summer camp as councillors for bonding and teamwork purposes. She’s trying okay. Gabriel just turned 19 and Crowley is 18.

And on the other side are the head councillors, Aziraphale (known as A, Azi, Zira or variations on ‘shithead’ and the like by Beez cuz they’re a little bitch) Prince and Beelzebub (known as Beez) Hellborne. They’re 18 but have been attending this summer camp since they were 11 (they’re known as ‘legacy campers’).

This is their second year as councillors so they’ve been given a promotion bc the last head councillors left. To most people they seem like the world’s least likely friendship but they just vibe. It’s probably the undiagnosed autism. They love food and classic literature (I think Beez would like Lovecraftian horror and more horror-y stuff like Frankenstein, Dracula, Jekyll and Hyde etc. while we obviously know Aziraphale has a preference for Jane Austen.) and manage to be equally terrible influences on eachother (aziraphale is that one friend who will suggest something and then be like ‘oh no don’t actually do it I was joking!’ While having a shit-eating grin on his face because he knows damn well they’ll do the thing).

Beez is better at handling activities (surprise surprise so is Gabe) while Zira is better at handling the campers themselves (surprise surprise so is Crowley) since he tends to be gentler. (Eg. Beez will try to get the campers attention by yelling ‘okay, maggots!’ And Aziraphale will literally just bop them on the head with the book he’s holding and glare at them until they say something non-aggressive. ‘Beez we talked about this you can’t yell at the 11 year olds.’ ‘Why not? My older siblings yelled at me when I was that age.’ ‘…Well we’re going to have to unpack THAT later. Also hold my book I wanna go talk to Crowley.’)

Aziraphales family is homophobic and Beelzebubs are generally pretty toxic and involved in some bad crimey stuff (they have six brothers, the other deadly sins) so camp is their favourite time of year and they will not tolerate these new councillors messing their safe place up.

The owner and guidance councillor of the camp, ‘Sergeant’ Shadwell and ‘Madam’ Tracy, who are definitely-not-secretly-pining love these two, Shadwell calls them and the other councillors his ‘officers’ and Tracy tells them they’re stars.

So the bros™️ show up at camp and are intoducd to the other councillors, including the buddies™️, queue an ‘oh no he’s hot’ squidward moment as the brothers realise this summer may not be so bad after all. Queue shenanigans, no one being good at feelings, matchmaking, healing relationships and found family feels.

still need to think of a name for the damn camp though.

OH MY GOSH this is an absolutely GENIUS idea!! I absolutely adore this...

(dies inside as i instantly think "OOH! Camp Armagetalong–!" I'm a sucker for puns and word play...)