#ash and max

[heytheredeann]

Try not to abuse your power

Tags: Post-Canon, Ash Lynx Lives, Introspection, Past Rape/Non-con, Ash Lynx Needs A Hug, Parental Max Lobo, Father-Son Relationship

Notes: …well, I really didn't last long before I tried writing something for this fandom, uh? This is set in some Ash Lives AU where he is staying with Max and Jessica, and the title is from "Your Power" by Billie Eilish. Enjoy!

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He is nudged back into awareness by the feeling of something shifting at his side, the friction sending an unpleasant feeling crawling underneath his skin. He freezes by instinct before he has even assessed the situation, remaining limp and breathing evenly as his mind quickly sharpens.

He's at Max's house, he recalls, recognizing the feeling of the fluffy pillow under his hand. Lifting his eyelids just a fraction confirms it, and quickly enough he remembers that they are alone, that Jessica took Michael to visit his grandparents, and Max skipped out on the whole thing with the excuse of keeping Ash company.

Jessica clearly saw right through that bullshit, but she let it go with a scowl and a tight 'you owe me'. Max didn't seem to mind the threat.

They are alone now. They are alone and they were watching a movie on the couch—it wasn't boring, but lately Ash has been sleeping too little, even by his standards, too afraid of falling into a nightmare and making enough noise to alert his hosts - he can't even decide which one of them he would hate to be in that situation in front of the most -, jolting awake every twenty minutes or so instead. This was bound to happen, at some point. He supposes he should be grateful that he didn't wake up screaming.

Max is moving. Ash fell asleep right next to him, happened to slide down until he was leaning against him, it seems like, and now Max is moving.

Ash hates that he's fairly sure he knows what's going to happen next.

[More on Ao3]

[yamujiburo]

Femme fatale, girlfailure with a tragic past and spunky preteen boy with electric pet is a winning formula idk idk 

(the veronica taylor/rachael lillis effect)

[eveningalchemist]

Black Sails with SparkNotes tweets: I make myself laugh I make myself cry

[cellystars]

Poker Night at the Inventory & Homestar Runner sketches

2/3

[heygirlareyouhungry]

actually take this before i sleep because it makes me SICK in the best way

[lookingcampdirectlyintheeye]

POKER NIGHT 2 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[krentle]

I have my admittedly very harsh opinions on double exposure, but one thing I'm happy is coming out of it, is pricefield artists drawing adult pricefield happy and in love in spite of the game

[buddyhollyscurls]

not gonna think about how once aslan starts calling max 'dad' or any other variation (pops, old man) he doesn't ever stop

not gonna think about how he probably needed that so bad

not gonna think about how before max (and ibe) all aslan expected out of adult men was to rape or abuse him

not gonna think about how aslan trusted max sm that he kept him involved in his plans, and p much kept in touch even when he had the entirety of nyc's underworld after him

actually i lied gonna think about it a lot and cry

[evilhorse]

I am Magneto. I have never been friendly. And I am to be feared.

(X-Men Volume 7 #1)

[illustratinghan]

Lavendar Rose ~ Enchantment 🔮

- a recreation of Max Lightwood-Bane’s flower card -

characters by @cassandraclare 🤍

[pastryslutsupreme]

bradley doodle collection because he captivates me. wish i could crush him under my thumb. inspired by fics

[heytheredeann]

12 Days of Whumpmas 2023 - DAY 2: Hot Chocolate + Nightmares

Tags: Ash Lynx Lives, Post-Canon, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Canon - Anime, Parental Max Lobo

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(Ao3 version)

Max doesn’t ask. Perhaps, at the end of the day, that’s what makes it tolerable.

Ash doesn’t ask either, recognizing the haunted look in his eyes, knowing that it isn’t by chance that he was awake to come drag him out of his own personal hell. The more pressing question that he has is what Max was doing in his room, why he was near enough to hear him cry, the feeling of invasion crawling unpleasantly under his skin and every answer that he can come up with worse than the one that preceded it, but he bites his tongue.

After all, if he starts questioning him there’s a good chance that Max will question him right back, and that is the last thing that he wants right now.

“Here,” Max says, setting a cup of hot chocolate in front of him.

Ash, curled up on a chair, blanket drawn tight around his shoulders with the excuse of the cold, raises a dubious eyebrow at him.

“What?” Max adds, defensively. “It helps. If you don’t want it, I’ll have double. It’s fucking cold.”

Ash huffs, wants to say something, anything, to fill the void opening up in his mind and trying to swallow him whole, but the words get caught in his throat. The chocolate is a sharp, burning pain in his mouth, but it’s grounding, comforting in its own way. Like it’s lighting a fire inside his stomach, melting the ice cold that’s taken residence in his bones.

Max doesn’t talk either, settling down on his own chair, stealing a couple of worried glances at him but adverting his eyes once he gets caught. Ash watches him stare at nothing, the far-away look on his face achingly familiar, and he feels the urgent need to ask, to find out what he saw, if it was Griffin or the war or perhaps some of the horrors that they shared more recently.

He thinks back to the look on Max’s face when he woke up in the hospital, having survived bleeding out by the skin of his teeth, to that hard, deep fear he saw in his eyes, and he’s selfishly eager to know if he has gained himself a spot in Max’s nightmares too.

Instead, he hunches a little more on himself, ignoring the familiar but now distant ache in his seemingly ever-mending side, and he buries his face in the cup.

[chez-sad]

HAPPY 44TH BIRTHDAY JASON SCHWARTZMAN!!!

[kermit-coded]

yeah asheiji is cute and i adore them but the relationship in banana fish that i am actually the most insane about is ash and max. because like. like. ash was groomed and raped and abused by damn near every adult man in his life up until he met max and ibe. the scope of that trauma is fucking breathtaking and heartbreaking. and then, ash meets max. and max looks at him and sees him for what he is: a teenager, a fucking child. and max, for all their banter and the rocky beginnings, shatters every single one of ash's preconceived ideas of how adult men treat him. because max cares about him. max protects him in jail. he stays with him in the prison infirmary. he calls jim out on his bullshit. he burns the photos. and ash calls him dad, mostly as a joke, but towards the end it's barely a joke anymore. max is the closest thing ash ever had to a real father. and it makes me insane.

[cellystars]

Poker Night at the Inventory & Homestar Runner sketches

3/3

[totally-correct-shenanigans]

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