#fic: My brother���s keeper

[jacespookiebear]

.ೃ࿐ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡: 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2

summary : you are the youngest daughter of Viserys I Targaryen and Aemma Arryn. Outlived your mother and your older twin brother, Baelon, in childbirth. You were titled as (Y/n) “The Undying” Targaryen.

pairing : jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader

warnings : incest, tension, sexual content, age gap (reader is about 3-4 years older), jace is about a year older in this fic, misogyny, self-harm, violence, angst, teen pregnancy, birth, events do take place in hotd, meraxes is alive and thriving with vhagar :D

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You had finally reached inside the pit, your talk with Rhaenyra ended exchanging sweet words to each other. You stand by Lysanna’s side, who looked nervous—frightened by the fact your nephew is bonding with his ill tempered dragon.

“Vermax seems to be growing quickly,” you smile to your nephew while beginning to praise Jace for being able to command his dragon, who is quite enjoying its cooked feast, “might be as huge as Meraxes.”

The young boy looks over at you with a flustered look but immediately replaced it with a smile, “Really? He’s almost large enough to saddle two! Perhaps I can give you ride on Vermax soon.”

Paying no mind to Aegon, who only scoffed at Jace’s words, “I’d would love to ride on dragonback with you.” You patted his head, softly. It made your heart swell with warmth knowing he is already doing so well with bonding. You couldn’t wait to see him finally mounting the young beast.

As you watched the keepers bring Vermax back inside the pit, you approached your young brother, Aemond, who has a small frown on his face while standing in the sidelines. Clearly, he is still upset about being the only one without a dragon. Many times had he tried to sneak into the dragon pit.

With your taller figure, you easily placed your hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “Do not fret, my young brother. You will gain a dragon soon, I promise.” he only turned to look away as you tried comforting him but quickly, Aegon grabbed him from your clutches as they began walking ahead.

“Actually y/n, we found a dragon for our brother. Isn’t that right, nephews?” You curiously turned to look over at the young boys who have huge grins on their faces while leading the way to the keeps. Aegon ushered you to come along by holding onto your hand—making you feel uneasy.

Luke held onto Lysanna’s hand, forcing her to also follow as well before he ran off inside the pit. You felt yourself warm at the thought of your brother finally having the chance to claim a dragon egg—immediately replacing your mixed emotions with excitement.

“Oh Aemond! Isn’t this exciting!?” with steady hands, you rubbed his shoulder, “You have gained a dragon egg. You must thank your brother and nephews graciously” you exclaimed, and he only rolled his eyes—not believing a word.

Jace laughed, “Oh dear Princess, not a dragon egg. You’re mistaken, we have found an actual dragon.” your confusion has came back to you after your nephew said that—surely if there was a unclaimed dragon, you would’ve heard of it by now. Jace noticed your confused look quickly and only leaned into your touch to help but still, you felt they were plotting something like last time.

“S-Should we really be by ourselves with a unclaimed dragons?“ Lysanna gulped and rubbed her arm awkwardly, she turned to hide behind the taller boy, Aemond, “You found a dragon? How?”

As Aegon ignored the worries coming from Lysanna and Aemond, he tried to encourage his brother to seem contented by the news. “It seems the Gods always provide.” And on cue, Luke came running from the pit and behind him…was a pig.

“Behold! The Pink Dread!”

The air filled with laughter from your brother and nephews—you, Lysanna, and Aemond weren’t laughing.

“Be sure to mount her carefully,” Aegon whispered to your brother, eagerly, “first’s flight always rough.”

Aemond’s face seemed to be replaced with disappointment, you couldn’t blame him. You wanted to comfort him and so you did—Lysanna included. Placing your hands around him, gently, to make him feel better. It has always worked when he was little but you were unsure it would work now, considering he has just been humiliated.

“What is the matter with all of you?!” you shouted, clearly upset as you walk up to Aegon with the intention of confronting him. The eldest prince blinked his eyes and backed away from you, shocked at how upset you are. “Haven’t your brother…your uncle…already suffered enough from the loss of not having a dragon? You will apologize and I expect you to do it now!”

“It was merely a joke!” Aegon whined.

“And you two! I expect this kind of behavior from Aegon—not from you nor your brother! Is this really the kind of illustration you want to paint for your young brother, Joffrey?!”

“We didn’t mean no harm!” Luke defended, you immediately turned and snapped your lilac colored eyes towards Jace, who had said nothing and only frowned at you, feeling embarrassed and upset to know that he caused you to be angry.

“Like what your sister had said—do not pay mind to them. They are only dunces.” you heard Lysanna murmured to Aemond, to try to comfort him. You appreciated the fact Lysanna tried to do something for Aemond.

“Why do you always feel that you need to defend Aemond? He can fend for himself! You wish to be betrothed to him instead?!” Aegon cried out, teasingly, he had managed to grow the confidence of talking back to you but you only scoffed at his words. Of course you would defend your brother from such silly antics!

Jace began to grow irritated at Aegon’s comment, “That must explain why you always go out of your way to help Aemond…” You knew he immediately regretted his choice of words once they had left his mouth. You audibly gasped as your eyes widened in surprise to hear that.

You could not believe your sweet nephew would say that to you. Out of everyone, you least expected him to be so mean—especially to you. He always showed favoritism towards you and always yearned for your approval and affection. Aegon has definitely influenced those boys to an extent.

”Sister, It’s fine.” He could only watch you stare back at him with uncertainty and hurt. You wished to lecture your family more but Aemond only wished for you to stop. “It is fine.” He repeated, quietly.

You turned to walk over to him and Lysanna— searching for some comfort after that brutal comment made by your nephew.

“I want you all to head to your chambers,” You demanded. “Now!”

As you finished with a frustrated groan, you watch your brother and nephews turn to walk away—noticing only Aegon and Luke laugh and whisper to each other as they walked off, Jace seem to look hurt and bitter as he followed behind them while witnessing you placing reassuring kisses on top of Aemond’s head.

“Why do you always have to treat me like a babe. I do not wish to be coddled by my elder sister.” Aemond muttered under his breath and you only shaked your head in response.

“My sweet brother,“

He had only shrugged off your touches in return. You watch him slowly walk off as you start to feel broken upon remembering what was said earlier.

Lysanna sighed and gave you a small smile, “Don’t worry, my Princess. I shall look after Prince Aemond.”

You nodded and watched her chase after Aemond. You should hear more about his emotions later, Lysanna seems to always get through to Aemond somehow.

You felt yourself feeling a headache coming after the catastrophe that had just occurred and rushed out of the dragon pit to your chambers for some rest.

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As a few days passed after the incident that happened in the dragoon pit, a relaxed sigh had left your lips as you finally entered the bath that was placed near the cackling fireplace—you had quickly stripped off your red and golden colored dress just a few seconds ago. You began to collect your thoughts and spend your time in the bath, gently scrubbing your body to get rid of the smell of dragon, you focused your gaze on the rose petals floating above the silky water that is mixed with rose water and honey scented oils.

You often rather enjoy the company of just yourself and the quiet atmosphere in your chambers—it always brought you peace and joy since you were away from endless talks about suitors, politics, certain topics concerning your family, and even away from the loud screams of your young family members.

When you sunk yourself underneath the water, you faintly could hear your chambers door open then closed but paid no mind—it must have been your handmaiden bringing your night robes. You felt yourself losing to hold your breath any longer but kept still under the pale colored water for awhile until you were soon pulled from your thoughts and felt hands pulling at your arms to bring you up to the surface and you quickly gasped for air before coughing endlessly.

“I thought you had drowned!”

At the sound of the concerned tone from a familiar voice, you immediately brought your wet palms to rub your burning eyes. You opened your eyes slightly before opening them fully and saw your eldest nephew—in his night attire, his hair was messy. Clearly he must’ve woken up from his sleep.

“Jacaerys—what are you doing out of bed?! Why are you not in your chambers?” You exclaimed, immediately reaching over to grab your robes to cover yourself. He looked away to give you some privacy but it didn’t make you feel any better. As you finished tying the strings to your robe, you gave him a stern look—still waiting for an answer on why he is here, at this late hour.

He gave you a sad but tired look to which caused you to replace your serious frown with a concerned one. With your body still wet, it had slightly made your robe wet as well but still you towered over him and gently hugged Jace, thinking he must’ve had a childish nightmare. All your pent up frustration on your nephew quickly disappeared.

“What is it, my sweet nephew? Was it a silly dream again?” You ushered him to tell you what is wrong but he only stayed in your embrace in silence. It made you worried so you quickly lead him to sit by your window—the loud thundering and lightning was not helping.

Thus, he finally spoke. “Am I a bastard?”

It your turn to not speak—even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t know what to say. You both could only sit in silence.

Although you knew he would’ve been curious and find out eventually, you still weren’t prepared for it, neither your sister.

“You are a Targaryen,” You brought your hand to caress his cheek, to not only soothe him but yourself, “that is all what matters.”

“Mother said that too! You can’t lie to me forever!” Jace roughly pulled your hand away and got up from his place on your sill to pace around your chambers. “Why is it hard to speak the truth to me?!”

“Does it really matter?”

“Of course it matters!”

With the loud “BOOM” coming from outside, the rain only got heavier. Jace only stared back at you with a non-frightening scowl—waiting for you to finally say the truth but you knew it was not your place.

“If only you had seen what happened at training earlier,” Jace muttered, never leaving his spot by the fireplace. “then you would understand why I wish to know.”

You had heard of the news just merely an hour ago from your handmaiden. Ser Harwin Strong has been pulled from his duties as Commander of City Watch while Ser Criston Cole was left untarnished. Speaking such treason but has yet been expelled from his duties as kingsguard.

A sigh left your lips and you carefully walked over to the young boy, water dripping from your body and hair. You placed your hands on his cheeks and pepper his face with kisses, “My prince, it is not my duty to tell you what is the truth and what is not..” You lightly scolded, caressing his cheeks, “your mother shall tell you what you desire to know once you are of age.” You had added, kindly.

His eyes began to soften at your statement and only gave you a small nod. To be perfectly honest, Jace still didn’t understand but he knew if you were clear on your answer then there was no point in trying to convince you otherwise. It still hurt, none the less.

With his nod, you smile down at the young boy. You expected him to leave your chambers now but Jace did not budge, clearly wished to stay the night with you.

“Could…Could I sleep in your chambers tonight?”

With a fake huff of annoyance to his pleads, you lead him to your bed. You heard him laugh at your jestering but you still tucked him in and even gave him an extra pillow so he wouldn’t have to steal yours in the middle of the night.

When you noticed him finally become comfortable, you walked around the bed to wrap your wet hair in a silk towelette to avoid damaging it during your sleep. As you finished getting ready for bed, you approached your side of the bed and made sure to create some distance between you and your nephew but Jace wasn’t satisfied and shifted close to you to hold you as you both drifted off to slumber.

“Sweet dreams, my Prince.” You whispered. And that night, the boy was welcomed by the Gods with a comforting dream—a dream about you, specifically.

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“Thank you, my sweet girl.” Your father smiled for a brief moment before coughing into his handkerchief. You had finished pouring wine into everyone’s cup. As cupbearer, you often liked to wake up early in the morning to never miss or be late to a meeting. The meeting had only just begun and yet you could feel the tension arisen between your step-mother and elder sister.

The topics were changing by the minute, your step-mother motioned you to stand by her side while the lords talked about Dorne and the Stepstones, Alicent placed her hands on your black dress to smooth out any wrinkles, you noticed your sister only look over to Alicent with a glint of irritation.

“I was hoping our negotiations with Sunspear might persuade them to see reason,” Your father spoke up, annoyed and clearly upset. The topic of the Stepstones being brought up in every meeting for the past decade has put a strain on your father. “to trust a Martell is to be disappointed.”

“And where is Prince Daemon?” Lord Jasper interrupted, “I suppose I should call him King, as he styled himself when he won a battle there..once” You grimaced at the underlying judgement made towards your uncle whom you haven’t seen in years.

Alicent aimed to quickly replied back to the lord once she had stopped focusing on you, “That was a decade ago and he has since left the region undefended.”

“We have left it undefended.” Rhaenyra corrected, “There should’ve been fortifications built, watchtowers, a fleet of ships, a garrison of soldiers sent to hold our ground!”

“We cannot afford it.” Alicent simply added, you watched as the two began to argue once again, in the meeting, “Our coffers are great but not infinite. We must consider the cost of our subjects.”

The lords tried to side with Alicent but your sister did not budge and only fought more on the subject,

“The cost of war is greater!” She argued, “But we have been lax and the old monster now lifts its head.”

You felt rather awkward and uncomfortable due to the sudden change of the atmosphere around the room but your step-mother could tell at the way you’re picking at your fingernails and only cleared her throat before getting up from her seat.

“Let us be finished.” With that one order, the lords slowly started to get up from their seats while Alicent attended to your father. Rhaenyra remained seated before wishing everyone to sit down as she had one more thing left to say. Your father quickly ordering everyone to sit back down while Alicent still stand.

Rhaenyra rise from her chair to get everyone’s attention on her. “I..have felt the..strife between our families of late, my Queen. And for any offense given by mine, I apologize.” She explained but Alicent did not budge from her attempt to apologize.

Although everyone could see the slight distaste on Alicent’s face, Rhaenyra continued. “But we are one house. And..long before that, we were friends.”

You felt yourself smile at those words, remembering short memories between the two when you were still struggling to walk as a toddler. You and your father had longed for the two to repair their close bond for years.

“My son, Jacaerys, will inherit the Iron Throne after me. I propose we betroth him to your daughter, Helaena.” You slightly widened your eyes at what your sister proposed, “Ally ourselves..once and for all. Let them rule together.”

Although—yes, you loved to see your nephew happily married to your young sister. You knew Jace would treat Helaena with excellent care but still..you felt troubled for some reason and you couldn’t place your finger on why.

You could feel Alicent’s anger from where you were standing. But your father was only gleaming with happiness at the thought of the two children binding the house.

“A most judicious proposition!”

Even if Rhaenyra had convinced your father, she was still not satisfied with Alicent’s lack of response and kept proposing more. “Additionally, if Syrax brings forth another clutch of eggs, your son, Aemond, will have his choice of them..a symbol of our goodwill..” Rhaenyra finished, she was rather now nervous than confident when she had started speaking.

The Queen looked at the Princesses’ gown and looked back at Rhaenyra, “Rhaenyra.” She coldly muttered, hoping she would understand what is she referring to. Rhaenyra looked down at the breasts of her gown and was shocked. You quickly ran to her side with a towel to cover herself and she gave you a warm smile to your attempt of helping.

“Oh..seven hells..” With embarrassment, Rhaenyra quickly sat back down while all the lords looked away.

“My dear, a dragon egg is a handsome gift” Your father praised, smiling towards both you and your sister.

“The King and I thank you for your offer and we will consider it duly. You must rest now, husband.” Alicent maintained a calm composer before helping your father get up from his seat. You turned to help Rhaenyra with her gown as she got up as well.

“She will not accept.”

“You must hope for the best!”

“She was seething with anger, you saw it too.”

“Well—…you’re right..”

Rhaenyra felt completely defeated, you tried your best to reassure her by rubbing her shoulder as you both made your way to her chambers. You had wondered where was your lady-in-waiting but remembered she had took the liberty of bathing the babe, Joffrey, herself.

“You must rest now, my dear sister. You are still recovering from the labors.” You sat her down at her cushions while looking in her drawers for a gown for her to change into. She hissed from the soreness of her breasts and you quickly turned to face her.

“There’s..no assurance that could ease my mind..” Rhaenyra sighed out of frustration. You knew how hard she fought for her place in the red keep but yet there are still whispers and gossip of her and her family in the castle. It angered you.

“I must leave with my family and seek refuge in Dragonstone..I should’ve left a long time ago..”

Hearing the words of your sister, you immediately dropped the gown that was in your hands out of shock. You kneeled beside your sister, “But…you can’t leave! If you leave then I-“

“It is for the best, sister.” Rhaenyra affirmed. You tried not to cry but in result, you bursted into tears and Rhaenyra quickly embraced you, holding your head to her chest, placing her chin on your head as she whispered.

“I will remain by your side until after your ten-and-fifth nameday. That is my gift to you, I swear by it.”

You gently pushed your head back to look at her in the eyes and shook your head, she looked at you back, puzzled. “No…if you wish to be by my side then let me be with you on Dragonstone.”

“I could not!” Your sister whispered, turned her head to look around if her handmaidens were around to hear you. “Whispers beneath the corridors and halls will erupt and all-“

“I will be fine, Rhaenyra!” You exclaimed, rubbing your thumbs over her hands. “No one will care for me..what good do I bring to the Realm? I am only looked upon as the Realm’s Beauty..many lords wish for my hand and I know I will not be the one who gets to pick my own choices..with being by your side, that could change.” You pleaded with the hopes that she will at least consider your wish. Rhaenyra looked uncertain, she wants what is best for you but knowing Alicent, it was difficult.

She already declared many times in court that she is your sister and she will be the one who gets to approve the lords and knights who wants to be by your side but that had never stopped Alicent by acting as your mother and prepare a betrothal between you and Aegon. She claimed it is not only fit for you to marry inside the House but to be married to the King’s eldest son.

“I suppose it is only fair,” Rhaenyra gulped and you wiped your tears as she spoke, “I could prepare you for your duties and even prepare you a pick of lords for your hand, only if you wish it.”

You couldn’t stop the growing smile and nodded. To be fair, you were excited to finally be able to see Dragonstone. Not once, you had visited the castle and the thought of living there had excited you.

“Then, to Dragonstone.”

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Fingers hurt but it’s worth it🫶🏼 was writing this while writing chapter 3 so that will come out very soon. One of my favorite writers liked my fic earlier and I couldn’t be anymore happier😭 i was so surprised by how many likes it got but thanks guys i really appreciate the love and support! :)

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part thirty-two

❝ EFFORT ❞

MONDAY — JULY 30 — 5:02AM

AFTER AN EVENTFUL DAY OF NEVER COMING OUT OF BELLAMY’S ROOM, BENTLEY WOKE UP ON MONDAY MORNING LAYING BACK TO BACK WITH HIM. 

And the first thing he thought about was Bruce.

He wanted to tell him. He wanted to tell him everything so bad — about the parties and the nightmares and the teachers and Tyler and Chloe and the (maybe?) Secret Keeper and his father. He wanted to just lay it all out at his feet so he didn’t have to deal with it alone anymore… but he couldn’t.

Because if he did, Bruce would come get them and take them home, and someone else would move into the dorm. He’d never see any of them again.

He had to show Bruce that he could do this no matter what kind of problems he had — he was thirteen, and he could deal with his issues by himself. He didn’t always need his dad or his brothers to swoop in and do it for him; he was capable. More than capable.

So for now, he decided, not a Wayne in the world would know a thing. Would it be easier on him if they did? Sure. But getting whisked home to live a life of solitude while every other teenager in the world did whatever they wanted didn’t sound like an ideal situation. Plus, he was pretty sure he’d have lost his mind if he didn’t stop homeschooling when he did.

It was okay. He was okay. Everyone was okay. Everything was okay.

He’d just focus on school — it was a good enough distraction. He did have seven classes to survive, and nine friendships to maintain.

(Or eight, if… Asten didn’t want to talk to him.)

So he decided that’s what he was gonna do. Just be a teenager, and try his best to forget about all the existential dread stuff.

He woke up, blocked the number his father had called him from, and left Bellamy’s room to go get ready. 

It was only a little after five, so he was able to get into his room and do everything he needed without waking Asten up, which was nice — because he wasn’t sure where they stood. They hadn't talked at all since the fight, but Bentley did end up in bed arrest in Bellamy's room, so he guessed it wasn't really either of their faults.

He grabbed his bag and all of his things out of his room and left, shutting the door softly behind him. Should he go back in Bellamy's room? Or just sit and the dining table and do something silent?

That moment was about when his phone vibrated in his hand.

The name on the text message was Chloe Singh. (He'd changed it almost immediately after she gave it to him.) It said: Hey, meet me at the fountain at 530?

He didn't even have time to think about replying before a second one came: Or at breakfast, if you're not a psycho that wakes up at 430 for school like me.

Bentley hummed to himself, typing a quick response.

Just text me when you're ready. I'm already dressed and all.

He hardly had time to look away before another message blipped onto the screen. Oh, okay! I'm ready then, haha.

With a faint little smile and a shrug, Bentley made sure he slid his keycard into his phone case and made for the door, leaving the dorm with his schoolbag in the dark.

When he made it down the stairs and the several sidewalks it took to get to the fountain with the willows, Chloe was already there in her uniform with her bag. Her blonde hair was tied up halfway with a black ribbon, and pin-straight so it looked extra long. She glanced back at him when she heard him approach and sent him a friendly wave, which he returned.

Were they technically friends now? How many times did you have to cry in front of someone before you became friends?

With that on his mind, Bentley made for the bench she was on, dropping his bag near his feet and taking a seat next to her.

"Good morning," She said quietly, eyes focused on campus staff that seemed to be moving something into the art building across the way, past the willow trees.

"Good morning," He replied.

"Listen, I just... wanted to apologize for Saturday night," She sighed, looking down at her lap and deflating slightly, a stark comparison to how confident she looked in class or the halls. "I had a massive breakdown and it was really weird. I word vomited so many unnecessary details."

Bentley shook his head, glancing over at her. "Don't apologize. We all have our moments. I, in particular, have had at least thirty since I moved into Redwood."

Chloe glanced at him, furrowing her brow. "I never imagined Bruce Wayne's heir would have moments."

"I wasn't always his," Bentley shrugged, forcing his father's voice out of his mind, focusing on Chloe's brown eyes that were watching him. "Anyways, it's no problem. Breakdowns suck, but they suck even worse if you're alone."

She blinked and looked away, then back. "That's why I wanted to say thank you," She continued, glancing down at her hands, fiddling with her fingers. "For being there for me. I... can honestly say I don't have anyone else, as pitiful and attention seeking as that sounds. Living a double life is really hard when everyone only knows the fake part."

Bentley watched her breathe in deep, then blow it out. "Anyways, not to get all pitiful. I think I have the rumors handled on my end... my roommates were the only ones who knew I was going to meet you, and they swore they wouldn't say anything. What about yours?"

"Only two know I was gone, and they won't say anything," Bentley shrugged. "I think we're safe."

A beat passed.

"Thank God," Chloe exhaled, brushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "I'd never forgive myself if a chimp like Tyler Abbott got ahold of information like that. He'd have the entire campus believing whatever he wanted about us in, like, ten seconds."

Bentley didn't reply.

"Hey, you okay?" She continued, lowering her volume just a little. "You seem preoccupied."

Bentley shook his head in an attempt to shake himself back into the present and out of whatever routine of self loathing his mind was trying to put him in. "Yeah, just pretty drained. I've been really stressed lately."

"I'm sorry..." Chloe mumbled, and Bentley shrugged.

"It's not your fault," He continued, waving her off. "What about you? Were you okay after the other night?"

Chloe shrugged. "Same... just kinda drained. Emotions and their stupid, stupid existence have a way of doing that. But I'm feeling okay now. Practice for cheer tryouts starts after school today, so I pretty much am required to be okay."

A beat passed.

"So... did you and Layla end up having fun at the dance?" She questioned, looking across the way at the willows, a little hint of something he couldn't quite place filtering through into her words.

Bentley shrugged. "It was okay, but I... didn't go with her. I went with my roommates. To see the band that was playing."

"Oh," Chloe nodded to herself.

Another few moments of quiet passed.

"I... wanted to ask you something," Chloe started, turning to face him slightly on the bench, getting this... he wasn't sure. Embarrassed sort of look on her face. "You can totally say no if you want to; I know I'm not the easiest person to stomach."

"What is it?" Bentley questioned, turning toward her a little, too.

Chloe breathed in and out. "I know I was really mean and weird and stuff when we met, and I don't have any clever excuses to talk myself out of that. But I still... wanna be friends with you, if you want."

Bentley watched her nervously tuck a piece of hair behind her left her, her brown eyes straying down to the bench they were on.

"Yeah... I'd like that," Bentley replied, watching her anxiously pick at her nails. "But you... I don't want it to be some kind of ploy for your mom. If we're gonna be friends, I just... want to be friends. Not for anybody else."

"A hundred percent," Chloe nodded. "She won't have a clue I'm even talking to you anymore. She seems to have moved on in her searching for my perfect future divorce since I blew it with you already. Which means we're in the clear."

Bentley hummed in acknowledgment, glancing at her for a moment more before looking out at the trees again. "Can I ask an awkward question?"

"Sure," Chloe shrugged. "Can't be more awkward than me word vomiting my entire life's story, and my mothers."

Bentley found it in himself to chuckle at that. "I was just... wondering. Since you were only kinda acting, did you... mean what you told me? In class?"

Chloe glanced over at him quickly, her brow furrowed, before she seemed to realize what he meant. Her face flushed pink and she looked the other way. "That you're hot? I-I mean, yeah, I guess..."

Bentley didn't say anything.

"God, why can't I talk to you?" She mumbled, resting her elbows on her knees and dropping her head into her hands with a nervous little laugh. "It's so weird. Being, like, real. I always know what to say when I'm pretending."

Bentley shrugged. "Maybe you should... not pretend."

"I can't do that!" She said suddenly, sitting up. "My mother would disown me if I even thought about acting contrary to how she wants."

Bentley hummed. "How does she know what you act like here at school?"

Chloe looked up at him, a cringe spreading across her face. "She's the assistant Dean. She lives on campus."

Bentley blinked. "Oh..."

"Yeah..." Chloe shook her head. "I literally can't get away from her and her prying eyes through the school-day. That's why I wanted to talk to you now, before the day starts."

Bentley couldn't even imagine his father watching him like a hawk like that. When he first went to the Wayne's to, quote-on-quote, destroy them, he could hardly fathom the anxiety caused by the fact that his father may have possibly been watching. But Chloe's mom, putting her up to something out of greed, punishing her when she failed, watching her to make sure she was perfect... maybe they weren't so different after all.

Bentley didn’t say anything for a few minutes.

“So, are you liking it so far, here? I’ve heard Gotham is way different from New York,” She questioned. (How many times was he going to be asked that question?)

He shrugged. “New York is really cool. I like it here. It feels more… alive.”

Chloe nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “There’s so much that goes on, it's hard to get away from it all. That's why I like it so much here.”

Another beat passed.

“So, if it's not off limits, what are your powers?” Bentley questioned, glancing over at her. “I haven’t seen or heard anything about them.”

“Oh, I…” Chloe started, looking off at the trees ahead of them. “I… uh…”

Bentley could recognize discomfort when he saw it. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“No, I just…” She trailed off, breathing deep and holding it for a second, then exhaling. “I don’t have any.”

Bentley furrowed his brow. Wasn’t Redwood only for metahumans?

“My sisters do, and I have the genes for it, I just… they… haven’t appeared yet. My mom says that sometimes it takes a lot to make them show up,” Chloe shrugged. 

Bentley vaguely remembered hearing something about that when he was dealing with the whole Dr. Keene disaster -- it was like how Nico’s super speed only started to show up after he learned he was adopted, and only really showed up after he got kidnapped and put in a big machine that messed with his DNA. He remembered that metahumans finding their powers was… usually due to trauma.

He wasn’t quite sure what that said about the rest of the Redwood students. But maybe it was a good thing that Chloe didn’t have hers.

“I guess we’ll just have to see, then,” Bentley shrugged.

“I guess so…”

They fell into a comfortable silence, looking out at the willow trees in front of them.

Okay.. maybe Bentley had ten friendships to maintain.

--

When breakfast came around, Bentley sat across the table from Asten.

They didn’t say anything to each other. Bentley looked over at him a few times, but he was always talking to Rockie, or looking down at the table, or across the room. Valor was watching the both of them -- Bentley noticed his gaze a few times, calculating, contemplating -- but when Bentley’s eyes met his, it always switched to a supportive smile, faint enough to go missed by everyone else but present enough to be a little comforting.

Bentley and Asten didn’t talk at lunch, either.

And when music theory came around, Asten only spoke to Rockie, and Bentley only spoke to Vera, and in free period, Asten sat with Rockie, and Bellamy and Valor sat with Bentley. It was…

Weird.

He went to practice soccer with Varian and Koa, and they talked about nothing and everything. He went to dinner, where Asten deliberately ignored him even though they were within whispering distance from one another. And then he did his homework at the dining table, and listened to his roommates talk, and hung out, and texted Chloe, and went to bed without saying anything to his best friend who was sleeping one bunk away.

As wrong as it felt, Bentley was the one who’d been right. Asten was a hypocrite and all the lovely things Bentley had said in his anger fueled haze. So, for this one time, for the first time in his life, he wasn’t going to allow himself to apologize.

If Asten wanted to talk to him, Asten was going to have to put in the effort.

And as far as Bentley could tell, right now, he didn’t care very much.

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[smackthedevilwrites]

As the year comes to a close, almost, I just wanted to take some time out to say thank you to everyone who reblogged, bookmarked, shared, liked, read, left kudos and comments on my fics. I’m very lucky to have found myself as a writer within a community of really nice, genuine people from all over the world.

I love writing. I really should be spending time on my novel, which is unrelated to J2 but here I am, publishing a fic a month about these two yahoos who have really gotten under my skin. What can I say, I love them. There is just something unending about J2, no matter what other people say or do, J2 are eternal. As ships go, the aesthetics are heavenly and the chemistry of an almost 20 year friendship are the gifts that keep on giving. And with that, my brain will not stop until every trope, every occupation, every situation has been explored with J2 at the helm.

This year, Jared has been a lighthouse keeper, a multi-media management employee, a ghost, a Christmas tree-topper, a vampire, a hooker and a porn star in training amongst other things. Jensen has been a vampire too, a Greek soldier, a book-store owner, an ice seller from the 1920’s and a virtual reality coder. I keep them busy, is all I can say.

There is just something magical about creating worlds centered around the two most beautiful men on earth. I have a new fic lined up for the new year but I am going be (reluctantly) taking a break which is good because Christmas is fun but bad because I write literally every day of my life. I’m sure I’ll survive it.

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year!

Here below is the complete list of every J2 fic of 2023 – 666,130 words – make of that word count what you will. 😦

Very long list under the cut -

THE LOVE LOCKER

Jensen Ackles buys storage units for a living, it's a lucrative business which has made him a comfortable amount of money. One thing he learned on the job is that one man's junk is another man's treasure. People leave all manner of things in abandoned lockers; money, comics, designer clothes, sports equipment, antiques, books and sometimes (maybe just the once), people.

THE PURPLE IRIS

In 1926 Louisiana, twenty year old Jared Padalecki has been forever searching for something to fulfil him. The youngest of four sons born into a rich and privileged family, Jared is ignored by his mother, father and brothers who think him wild and believe him to be of no use to them. In a desperate bid to inject excitement into his life, Jared spends his formative years seeking thrills but finds nothing that suits his character, until he comes of age. Jared is a late bloomer, lonely and questioning his sexuality. Through self-discovery, Jared opens himself up to the world in the most intimate way possible, attracting the attention of the mysterious 'iceman' and a rich older friend of his father's who takes advantage of Jared's vulnerability and loneliness.

FOREVER SEVENTEEN

Jared Padalecki was well-traveled for a sixteen year old and had lived in many different countries around the world. His passion was history and joining his parents on archaeological digs, standing on the sidelines and watching as the past was slowly revealed. When Mr. and Mrs. Padalecki decided to take on regular jobs and settle down in Santa Cruz, it gave Jared his first taste of high school in the US. With only two weeks until summer break, he had little time to settle in and even less time to make friends to keep him busy during the summer. However, on his very first day, Jared was taken under the wing of the very mysterious but shockingly handsome Jensen Ackles. At seventeen, Jensen had a worldy air about him and an intelligence to match Jared's. Soon, they became insperable and during that crazy hot summer, they became eternal together too.

GLOW IN THE DARK STARS

Have you ever met a terrible person and wondered why they did the things they did? What happened to them that turned them into a bad person? Were they born like it? What kind of trauma led them to become such an a-hole? None of those questions are answered here. Instead, what you will find is what happens to terrible people when they realize that they’re terrible. Jared Padalecki is young, not particularly dumb (actually pretty smart, eventually) and definitely full of come. He’s also full of himself too. When his car-crash of a mother announces her marriage to Jensen Ackles (lol), Jared actually couldn’t care less but Jensen is harboring a secret. Mmm, I wonder what it could be?

BERRY PIE

1969 - the summer of love for young people all over the world, the moon landings and the last year of the swinging sixties. In Jared Padalecki's small world, none of that figured as he battles to make sense of himself and a girl called 'Juliet' in an unloving home. The Padalecki farmstead had always given the impression of a happy home; it was beautiful, the heart of the community and the family were well-respected. Jared had always felt a little different to what was expected of him and most of the time, his life and future felt hopeless and carved out for him. But there was something about him that said determination as he quietly and privately tried to bring 'Juliet' to life, the other part of him, the girl he so very often needed to be.

EROTAS

When Jensen was fifteen, he was selected by the Gods and the elders of the Sacred Army temple in Thebes to one day fight alongside a same sex lover as part of the three-hundred strong company of the most beautiful men in all of Ancient Greece. His looks, strength and sexuality was noticed by Zeus but the Theban council elders were hesitant to enlist him, worried that his peasant upbringing would not be the right fit for the army. At twenty-two, Jensen finally left his modest home to join the army, four years later than he should have. His beauty was much admired by his superiors who urged him to form a union of love and strength with the rich and equally beautiful Jared, who was plagued by prejudices of status encouraged by his biased mother. Jensen was loathe to chase after a man who did not want him despite Jared’s obvious beauty and soon Jensen’s eyes were eventually drawn elsewhere; love came swiftly to him in the arms another, leaving Jared seething with jealousy and the council left with no other choice but to take the matter into their own hands.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE

Jared Padalecki is the most popular of all the boys at The Cactus Club, an all-male brothel in the state of Nevada. He’s good at his job because he needs the money and has big plans for his future, just like all the other young men in the club. At twenty-two, Jared is a veteran of sorts, the ‘mother hen’ of the brothel. Independent and quite strong-willed, Jared’s life is turned upside down after a tragedy rocks The Cactus Club but he soon learns that there is a much nicer world outside of Jared’s sex oriented existence and Detective Jensen Ackles is the reluctant cop who teaches him the ways of kinder way of life.

PRET A AIMER (READY TO LOVE)

Jensen Ackles is the most powerful man in the fashion industry, editor-in-chief of ‘Sync’ magazine and an all round uncompromising hard-ass. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, Jensen notices a leggy young man propping up the ‘Power House’ building where the ‘Sync’ headquarters are housed. Eventually, curiosity gets the better of him and after finding himself displeased with the models whom had been sent his way, he sends his assistant to drag the young man off the streets, a young man who turns Jensen’s world and the world of fashion upside down.

THIRTY YEARS IN AUGUST

After finding himself alone in a city he had always hated, amateur photographer and almost college student, Jared Padalecki takes himself off to Coney Island for the day in search of much needed adventure which he finds in the shape of one of America’s finest.

MIAMI & YOU

Miami based Jensen Ackles is a veteran porn star with a new venture on his mind and no plans to quit his career. After finding the perfect young man for his dubious project with the help of his manager Matt, Jensen’s unprepared body and mind are sent into turmoil.

WHOA, WE’RE GOING TO IBIZA

Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles had been together for four years but life decided to throw one pile of crap after another at them which led to a sad and bitter break-up. A few months previously, Jared had booked a vacation for himself, Jensen and eight of their best friends to Ibiza. Not wanting to let the side down, Jared and Jensen agreed to allow the trip to continue despite their messy relationship. It turned out to be just as awkward as everyone had expected and fraught with drama none of the friends saw coming.

A TOWN CALLED KISMET

It was 1994 and Jensen Ackles was doing his best impersonation of someone who didn’t constantly have thoughts about other men on the brain. It had never sat right with him, being gay. He had never said it out loud, even to himself and then spent the rest of his time, burying it all under a false life which he hated with a passion. At thirty-two Jensen was seen by the people of Kismet, Iowa as successful. He had a good job, his own home, his own car and kept himself in favor within the community by lying about being a good little Christian too. His ‘friends’ and neighbors had taken to the version of Jensen he had created to hide himself away from the world and for seven long years, he had just about managed to keep it all neatly tucked away. But then, life has a funny way of throwing boys off buses in the middle of ‘Bumfuck Nowhere’ and into the path of closeted gay men.

THE BOYS WHO USED TO BE US

Jensen Ackles had moved on and so had his very private high school crush, Jared Padalecki. Jensen hadn’t gone quite as far as the star student he quietly wanted and for years, Jensen had always wondered what had become of the boy he once adored. We all leave echoes behind us wherever we go; discarded family and friends, legacies of achievements and memories left behind in the minds of everyone important who peopled our youth.

Jared Padalecki may have gone but for Jensen, there was something of a whisper of that boy wherever he went, a blanket of memories wrapped around him for all of his adult life. Little did he know, that soon, he would be making new memories with the boy who finally came home.

GOOD MORNING LOVELY

Jared Padalecki is a writer of ‘smut’. He gets paid for it but it’s not all that fulfilling. After being given a new project from his demanding publisher, Jared decides to go and research what it was really like, living in a small picture perfect town during Fall. He soon finds out that it’s much more meta than he was expecting.

IT’S ONLY A PAPER MOON

Jensen Ackles doesn’t believe in ghosts but then who does in the real world? When he returns home after a disastrous night out dressed as the ‘Leather Man’ from The Village People, Jensen discovers that he’s not alone in his apartment and hasn’t been, for a very long time.

PUMPKIN WARS

Jensen and Jared are newbies in a neighborhood they had no business being a part of but after a Hallowe’en themed run-in with the bossy leader of the Home Owners Association, they soon bring the community together by scaring everyone’s kids shitless.

THE LIGHTHOUSE

Jared Padalecki had shifted his life from city chaos to small town comfort because even at twenty-six he decided he needed a quiet life. Rockfort, Maine was precisely what he needed. The place came with views, beauty, endless seas, an unlikely friend and the peace and quiet Jared had been craving for a long time. The towns most prominent feature, the old but majestic 1800’s lighthouse which had been guiding and keeping people safe for almost two centuries became one of Jared’s many places of work and his favourite thing about Rockfort and he didn’t realize at the time, just how significant the lighthouse would become in shaping his future.

JARED WITH A HEART

Jensen Ackles had never been a lover of social media. He just couldn’t see the appeal of posting every detail about his life online for a bunch of strangers to see. Didn’t care what that bunch of strangers were doing either. Jensen lived in the real world and he liked it there. However, during his nephews birthday party, Jensen found himself in possession of his sisters phone, a self-proclaimed social media addict herself. Leanne had only meant to show him something but that small gesture led to Jensen finding love exactly how he always hoped he would.

VIRTUAL INSANITY

The year is 2073 and Cherry Computers have taken over that other fruit-based tech giant. A largely ethical company, Cherry know how to look after the employees who work in ‘Earth X’, the world’s first virtual reality world. The perks are great and endless and working inside a beta VR means that employees can be whoever they want and create their own worlds. However, living in a fantasy-land can lose its shine when human beings forget to live in the real world.

ANGEL FACE

Jared Padalecki had a problem but it only appeared to a problem for everyone else. Jared was a professional sugar baby and cam boy and he embraced it. After breaking up with his long-term sugar daddy, Jared is ‘head-hunted’ and offered a dubious job by a mysterious yet gorgeous man who had been watching him from the shadows.

NUTS ABOUT YOU

The town of Chestnut Hollow famously held a Christmas Carol Contest every year to coincide with their wholesome Christmas Market. Bookstore owner, Jensen Ackles who loved his hometown to pieces wasn’t always that enthralled by the influx of visitors to the sleepy, picturesque town he called home but after a frosty encounter with enthusiastic choir conductor, Jared Padalecki, Jensen is forced to find himself thoroughly and festively enthralled!

THE BOX OF DELIGHTS

Recently single and not by choice, Jensen Ackles also found himself stranded alone in New York after a bitter break-up. Being alone and away from family was the worst at any time of the year but the holiday season hit harder. After a talk with his mother, Jensen is encouraged to inject a little Christmas spirit into his life and so finds himself one Sunday morning at a flea market with Christmas decorations on his mind. Everything is old and tatty but an intriguing box takes his fancy which turns out to contain more ‘delights’ than he could have ever dreamed of.

HOT SANTA

Jared Padalecki was used to having everything fall into his lap. But he had never been lazy and had proved that by excelling at the life he had been handed. No one was ever truly one hundred percent happy though, even the privileged. Money could solve a lot of problems but not all of them. With only his therapist and endless hook-ups aware of his secret, Jared lived his life around his family firmly in the closet and money really couldn’t fix that problem. At the annual Padalecki Christmas party, Jared had always been in charge of supplying the visiting Santa Claus to keep his nieces and nephews happy and festive. With work being crazy that year, Jared forgot and found himself on page two of Google, desperately trying to find a last-minute Santa. As luck would have it, he found one and he wasn’t ideal, at least not as far as the kids were concerned.

LET’S FALL IN LOVE AND DO NOTHING

Self-proclaimed ‘North America’s Laziest Man’, Jensen Ackles has just quit his latest job. At the age of thirty-six, he suddenly realizes that it’s about time he made some changes to his life. After applying for a new position suggested by a friend, Jensen gets a job working as a house boy in Aspen over the Christmas holidays. All he has to do is cook the family meals, serve at the dinner table and not, under any circumstances, diddle the boss’s son.

STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT

It was Christmas Eve and trucker Jensen Ackles had found himself at his familiar truck stop in snowy Minnesota. Not wanting to spend the holidays alone, he expects to find the boy he often paid for sex to keep him company on Christmas Day but when he arrives the boy is nowhere to be found. To console himself, Jensen sits down to eat at the truck stop diner but is interrupted in his solitude by a disarming French fry thief who winds up changing the course of both of their lives.

BATTLE OF THE BALLS

After the chaos of Hallowe’en, new ‘gaybors’ Jensen and Jared have sunk perfectly into their blossoming relationship and successfully ousted evil Wendy as their HOA ‘dictator-in-chief’, almost. With the holiday season on the horizon, Jared is determined to take their festive decorations to another insane level. During that time they clash with Wendy once again and wind up as reluctant therapists after another neighbor seeks their advice.

FROM LONDON WITH LOVE

After moving to London, England for work and on the cusp of regretting his decision, Jared Padalecki finds himself alone at Christmas in a city with no friends. With work colleagues occupied for the duration of the holiday season and his family overseas, Jared can do little else but keep himself busy by exploring the city. On a rainy evening a few days before Christmas, Jared stumbles across a market and decides to try some warm spiced to cheer (and warm) himself up. While taking in the view of the River Thames, Jared is approached by a devastatingly handsome man who has a familiar cadence to his voice and within only minutes of meeting him, offers Jared a very festive but decent proposal.

[venus-haze]

I’m Battie (she/her), in my 20s, and I write fanfic🦇 I’ll expand this masterlist as I post more, but since I write explicit content, please do not interact with my blog or posts if you are under 18. Do not interact if you post ED/thinspo content.

Many of my fics have dark themes, and I include detailed warnings for each one. Please read the warnings carefully before deciding whether you want to engage with the fic. If you feel there is a warning I should have included for a fic, please let me know and I’ll add it. I do not condone the behavior depicted in the yandere/dark fics in real life. These are works of fiction.

You can find most of these fics on my AO3 also.

SLASHER MASTERLIST

Baby Firefly (House of 1000 Corpses)

Watch It Bring You To Your Knees (female reader, dubcon, dark themes, smut)

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax)

Howl (female reader, noncon, dark themes, smut)

Adam Raised a Cain (female reader, dubcon, smut)

Creep (female reader, dark themes, smut)

Who's Sorry Now (female reader, dark themes, smut)

It's a Nice Day To Start Again (female reader, dark themes, smut)

Brother's Keeper (female reader, noncon, dark themes, smut)

Night Shift (female reader, noncon, dark themes, smut)

Damned If You Do (female reader, dubcon, dark themes, smut)

Father/Doctor Charlie Mayhew (Grotesquerie)

Reach Out, Touch Faith (female reader, Kinktober prompt fill - thigh riding)

God's Got a Sick Sense of Humor (female reader, noncon, dark themes, smut)

Driller Killer (Slumber Party Massacre 2)

Mr. February (female reader, dubcon, smut)

Rip This Place Apart (female reader, dark themes, smut)

Mickey Altieri (Scream 2)

Rip 'Em To Shreds (gender neutral reader, dark themes)

Bad Obsession (female reader, dubcon, dark themes, yandere elements, smut)

Girls on Film (female reader, noncon, dark themes, smut)

Working for the Knife (female reader, dark themes, smut)

Headcanons

Mickey being told “No” when he’s in the mood (gender neutral reader, dubcon)

Mickey x Ghostface!S/O!Reader (gender neutral reader, dark themes)

Otis Driftwood (House of 1000 Corpses)

Pretty Tied Up (female reader, dubcon, dark themes, smut)

Father Paul Hill (Midnight Mass)

Sinnerman (female reader, dark themes, smut)

Power in the Blood (female nun!reader, dark themes, smut)

Foxy Coltrane (3 From Hell)

Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf (female reader, dark themes, smut)

Severen (Near Dark)

Rebel Yell (female reader, noncon, dark themes, smut)

Open All Night (female reader, dark themes, smut)

Eat Your Heart Out (woman reader, dark themes)

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Celebrity Skin (female reader, noncon, dark themes, smut)

Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax)

Enjoy the Silence (female reader, dubcon, dark themes, smut)

Bad Ritual (woman reader, dark themes)

[cartoon-buffoon]

Hay I don't share fics from my AO3 here and in fact I actually occasionally post stuff here BEFORE AO3 on several occasions. But because I kinda stopped caring awhile back I advertised some flufftober challenge (which I'm failing horribly at, forgive me) that I'm posting on my AO3. But out of the stories I have written my favorite so far is one with my dumb crackship: SkitWald aka Skitzo the 1920s killer bear X Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. Now I could go in depth into the details and headcanons I have on WHY this ship is so good to me but instead I'm gonna post day 5's fic for my flufftober toon collection here, at the very bottom after the story is finished there will be some additional author notes copy and pasted from my AO3 author notes on why this story is kinda my favorite and in general WHY I love SkitWald but the story speaks for itself. (I do not claim this to be a good fic, I claim this to be one of my favorite things I've written, make note of that) Anyways if you wish to waste some time and read, story down below 👇

"This is a load of bull and you know it!" Mickey shouted much to the surprise of all other toons around him "how could you just kick out Ozzie huh!? Not only that yet you take forever to finally get my request in for this town meeting, and once you do you're just gonna end it as quick as it started! Pardon my language but I think you're full of it!"

"Yeah!" Fanny joined in next to the mouse "After all Ozzie has done for us and toon town in general what gives you the right to decide he should be kicked out!? Think about it everyone, when you all needed something done it was always Oswald who advocated for it to get done or heck, he sometimes did it himself!"

Hushed murmurs sprouted up around as the courthouse shook with the talking between various toons as they bore witness to the two pleading for the returnal of one of the eldest residents. The only one who kept his composure was the one the two were arguing with, Wile E. Coyote and the leader of the head council responsible for decision making as well as toon town's judge. The coyote was unamused by the pleas and slammed his gavel down.

"Alright, alright please settle down all" he shushed "We do not need the record keeper to struggle just because you all cannot wait to conversate"

All of the toons glanced over to Pooh Bear who sat behind a typewriter, hastily clacking away at keys.

"Please don't be held up by me, it's such a bother to type with these big mitts for hands yet I'll manage" he remarked.

"Mmm, yes" turning his attention back to the two at the stand, the coyote kept his neutral face as he spoke in his cold and calculated voice "now I will say Oswald is a model citizen and one of the founding fathers of this wonderful city we all call home, I can assure most if not all of us in here would agree he was a delightful friend and family member-"

Fanny slammed her fist down onto the podium and yelled "which is why it's dumb you kicked him out!"

Wile E. snarled and slammed his gavel once more "control yourself Francine! There's no need to get rowdy-"

"NO NEED TO GET ROWDY!?" Mickey repeated back "you kicked my brother out and her best friend! What the heck do ya mean 'no need to get rowdy'! If there ever was a time to get rowdy it's right about now!" Standing up he marched across the room, looking at all the other toons as he continued to plead his case "Ozzie wasn't flawless yet if you think I'm gonna stand here and let you desecrate his name you got another thing pal, if it weren't for him most of us wouldn't even be here! I know I sure wouldn't! Whenever there was a dispute between toons and animators or just between us toons he'd always be the one to give an answer yet still be down to earth enough where it made sense and wasn't nonsensical, come on people! We gotta let him back in!"

Thinking about all the times Oswald has helped them the crowd seemed to agree as they looked amongst themselves. This simultaneous agreement made Wile E. grab onto his forehead and groan in an attempt to control himself. Seeing how the mouse blindly tried to appeal to everyone's emotions rather than logic infuriated him.

"Okay you know what!? I've just about had it!" Steam erupted from his ears and his face turned red as he cracked his gavel on the wood, the small hammer breaking drawing everyone's attention immediately "Let's set the record straight, Micheal, NO ONE kicked Oswald out! It wasn't me, it wasn't a decision by the toon town council, it was HE who kicked himself out! I never wished for him to leave as much as you, for animator's sake he was the only one smart enough to be able to hold a meaningful conversation and in a town full of screwballs and whack jobs he was an outlier as somebody who was equal parts humorous and reasonable! I couldn't possibly FATHOM the idea of ever kicking him out and I'm sure no one else would! Do you think I despise him for something!? I hold no disposition towards Oswald at all and to even assume I am some cruel individual who wanted him gone is moronic and slanderous, it makes me want to damn near detonate the dynamite I placed under this building and blow us all to atoms!"

Fanny tilted her head in disbelief, seemingly being the only one to catch that last comment "you put dynamite where now?"

Wile E. carried on casually, acting as if he didn't just say that "my point being... Oswald was a dear friend to us all, not only that yet he acted as spokesperson with animator's directly and it's clear his exile was nothing short of corruption by that thing he claims is his lover, if he will come to his senses and abandons that beast that calls itself a toon he may return, but until then meeting adjourn-..." The coyote made the motion with his gavel once more only to see it snapped "oh...Roady would you be a dear?"

"Meep Meep!" The RoadRunner beeped as it sped over next to the coyote leaving dust in its wake.

"Thank you, now as I was-" Wile E. grabbed the RoadRunner by his neck and used his beak like a gavel "Meeting adjourned!"

With the slam of the bird's beak Fanny and Mickey looked at each other, all hope they could reason for Oswald to come back slowly, being lost on them. The problem is, Oswald didn't want to come back, at least not by himself. The entire situation and his departure from ToonTown stemmed from a very special and odd toon bear who one day showed up abruptly and made themselves at home. The toon was unlike all others, while even the eldest toons one day got the ability to speak this one was absolutely silent, say for the strange eerie static noises that came out of his maw. Not only that yet unlike most toons who were at their worst annoyances or menaces, this strange bear proved himself downright violent and this violence is what made the other denizens wish for his removal. Unfortunately for them their beloved rabbit Oswald had fallen for this oddity and left with this violent bear.

Oswald was a good few miles away from the civilization he once called home. It had been weeks since he left and he hadn't had a proper shower in so long that tufts of black fur became matted and brown dirt was muddied on his legs and paws. Despite this unkempt state his spirits remained positive as ever as he wasn't alone at all and had the love of his life right next to him, that same strange bear that all others feared. Except for him of course.

"Hhhuuhhhh...." Oswald sighed as he rested his back against a tree, gazing off into the distance as a setting sun painted the landscape in an orangish red "ya know Skitzo... At first I thought this whole exile thing would have been awful and we wouldn't of survived a few days let alone weeks... Guess it goes to show how far the power of love can get you, huh?"

Oswald turned to his lover who sat there munching on a feral squirrel that was in his mouth, the fluffy tail poking out in-between his teeth giving away what he was eating. Skitzo quickly swallowed and gave his usual blank grin and a thumbs up.

Oswald giggled "heh, you find anything I could eat? Perhaps something that wasn't squirming?"

Skitzo nodded and opened his mouth, reaching down in his own throat he rummaged about his insides. What sounded like metal clattered about inside of the bear until Skitzo finally pulled out a carrot and handed it to the buck.

"Thanks honey" Oswald took the carrot and paused upon seeing Skitzo try to gesture to him something "huh?"

Not knowing proper sign language, Skitzo made a rubbing motion with his two hands together as one would do if they were washing them.

"Oh!" The rabbit immediately caught on and looked down at the carrot "ehhh... I ain't walking all the way to the creek to wash one measly carrot" hopping to his feet he gave the bear a kiss on his long muzzle and stepped back and bit into the carrot "your germs are my germs" Oswald remarked with a mouthful of food.

Skitzo stared at the rabbit while a question mark hovered over his head, his diet consisted solely of hunted raw meat—sometimes meat that was already hunted and rotting—he didn't think sharing germs was the best idea but ultimately shrugged. It was the meaning behind the gesture that counted. The love Oswald displayed was more than he could ever hoped for when he first awoke and it was nice that despite all of his... flaws, Oswald still loved him. It's why he soon grabbed the rabbit by the waist and brought him into a hug, returning the kiss with a few of his own as he let out staticy growls to show how much he appreciated it.

"Ah! Bear-bear! Not while I'm eating!" Oswald squeaked out as he giggled, chunks of carrots falling from his mouth "mmm- gimme a sec"

Skitzo relented and let the buck go, not after a few more kisses of course. Eventually he did let him go though and the both sat there in the grass staring out into the setting sun. It was romantic.... At least that's how Oswald always described. Skitzo didn't really understand his feelings nor what romance exactly was, the only thing he did know was that whatever thoughts in his head that told him to rip apart things limb by limb weren't there when he was with the rabbit. He felt calm and at peace with his love, however he was unsure if Oswald felt the same way.

"huh? What're you doing?" Oswald swallowed the rest of his carrot and turned towards the bear who was writing something in the dirt with his claws. The words "do you miss it?" Immediately struck him and his smile faded "oh... You're asking about all the people in ToonTown, aren't you?"

Skitzo nodded, he wasn't sure what exactly Oswald liked so much about that place yet he was aware there were family members of Oswald's there. Family members who didn't care for him.

Oswald was also aware of this fact and sighed, resting his head in his hands he gazed out into the horizon and spoke solemnly "Sometimes yeah... I do kinda miss Mick, Fanny, Donnie, Goofy, Felix, Betty, and all my other friends, I'm sure they'd give me one big ol' hug if I were to show up again..."

Oswald trailed off, memories and the countless years he spent in ToonTown flashing before him. The friends he made, the family he had–more than just Mickey, the toons who were so close to him he considered family. The countless days he spent working with them to build that place from the ground up and all the laughs they shared. All of those wonderful thoughts he saw and what awaited him if he ever returned ran through his mind. Despite this though he turned and looked at Skitzo and remembered the first time he saw the bear. While all the other toons he was with saw some sort of demon who was located underneath the old burnt remains of a theater, Oswald saw someone who made his heart skip a beat.

Those good memories slowly started to fade as he recalled the night that led him to his current predicament.

"Then... Then I remember all the people who shunned you... I think about how much they would probably still hate me for defending you..."

Oswald tightened his fist as he saw all the faces of the people he considered his friends and family, shouting and waving around pitchforks and torches. They were shouting obscenities at the one toon who he felt love for and they all tried to drive him out. Oswald never understood the exact reason, something about Skitzo having some sorta episode and injuring a few, he was positive the bear didn't do it on purpose though. Despite how much he yelled and tried to reason with them though it was only when he put his foot down and jumped in front of the angry mob did they hear him out. Even then after hearing him they unanimously deemed Skitzo a risk, a quote on quote "danger to all toon society", calling him a "freak who isn't even a toon at all". All those hurtful words were thrown and they demanded Skitzo to leave and never come back... they got what they wanted in the end, but not after he took himself with the bear.

With a snarl he spat at the ground "they can all shove it where the sun don't shine that's what I say" Oswald thumped his foot on the ground and pouted "Those newer folk obviously got no respect for me and all I did for them if they couldn't let you off the hook this one time"

Skitzo chuckled, seeing Oswald so worked up was hilarious, the bunny had quite the temper despite being so small. Still, Oswald had failed to answer his question, he kinda just gave a mixed answer and didn't give a proper yes or no. He gestured down at what he wrote in the dirt once more hoping for something solid this time around.

Seeing the bear's gesture Oswald sighed, releasing his anger and speaking less harshly "well... To answer your question uhh, no... No I don't miss it" Oswald walked over to Skitzo and sat in his lap, the bear wasted no time in embracing him and petting him on the head as he continued to go off "if they got the nerve to kick you out then they can get the nerve to come find me and kiss my fluffy tail on my behind if they really want me back–besides, it's not like the entirety of toon town is gonna burn without me! They'll get along just fine"

Skitzo's tail wagged as he imagined the city engulfed in flames. All the screaming and shouting making him giddy, his attention was quickly diverted though once he heard the rabbit in his lap start purring.

Oswald leaned into the touch and nuzzled his head against the bear's hand "Mmm...do you wanna know something, Skitzy?"

Skitzo tilted his head, curious on where this was going.

"I think you're probably the one fella I would consider a true toon" Oswald purred as he closed his eyes in relaxation "toons are meant to make people happy... You do that Skitzo, you make me happy"

Hearts instantly manifested into the sun bear's empty eyes and he held the rabbit close to him. With his tail wagging like an eager puppy he began to drown his love in kisses, placing pecks all over the top of Oswald's head as he couldn't help but see how he struck gold in a partner.

Oswald laughed, feeling how it tickled him and his fur "hahaha! Alright Skitzy, calm down now, hehe"

The two continued their love and affection as the sun finally set over the horizon signifying the end of a day. While Mickey and Fanny would continue to try and get Oswald back, the rabbit truly had no interest in it if Skitzo couldn't come with. The two's love expanded farther than any person could have possibly imagined and without the other life wouldn't be the same. Maybe one day the couple would be allowed back inside Toon Town's walls, perhaps the toons would make a special case for Skitzo and let him back under the pretense of Oswald promising to keep his love on a short leash in order to prevent future mishaps. Perhaps the opposite would happen and the toons would simply do without the buck and bear, going about their days and reminiscing on how Oswald was the perfect toon who left due to a demon who supposedly tainted him. No one knew for certain, not the people who went to bed after that drama filled town meeting and certainly not the couple who would soon fall asleep in others arms. Either way the only thing that was certain was the undying affection between Oswald and Skitzo and how despite being in exile, it wasn't as bad as long as they were with the someone they loved.

Author's notes: ["This, I remember out of all chapters so far THIS was by far the one I took the idea and kinda ran with it. I remember on the flufftober prompts day 5 was something related to like acorns and chestnuts and I remember I didn't know what it meant, neither did my beta reader, so I went and grabbed one of the extra "make it fluffy" prompts to replace day 5's. I had a decent amount of fun with this and this one got me all happy when I finished it because although a COMPLETELY NONSENSICAL CRACKSHIP, I find SkitWald a beautiful ship because for me the entire thing is finding love in unlikely places and sticking beside your partner no matter their flaws, and for the two Oswald has to deal with Skitzo's many, MANY flaws. Anyways I tried to have the ending showcase ya know, perhaps things could be better for the two? but even if they don't they still got each other so even in exile Oswald doesn't want to come back because true love is having the solace of your partner by your side and that's exactly what Oswald has. Oh I also tried to demonstrate that: yeah no... Skitzo is kinda just fucked in the head and doesn't regret his actions but regrets what his actions did to Oswald, he's still objectively a lunatic and only exclusively cares about Ozzie" ]

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Blood on My Hands // @uselsshuman

One of the first Alex Keller pieces I've read back in the day. I still remember being curled up falling asleep as this popped into my feed.

Convallaria Majalis // @nightingale-ghost-writer

(Tangent before we begin, I struggled typing the title of this fic. No joke)

Arguably one of my favourite Alex one shots. I keep gravitating back toward it, and re-reading. The sentence about "sweet boy, could it be you need me too?" Holds free real estate in my brain

Tessellate // @deadbranch

MDNI - filth with plot. But Price and younger American Price, Alex? Yes please, I'll take that fever dream

Various HC // @deadbranch

Some are so out of the box and gives him another layer to his humanity outside of "previous CIA operative and current Freedom Fighter". I love it.

MODERN WARFARE 2022

T A S K F O R C E 1 4 1

141 Family Universe // @uselsshuman

Lord, have mercy on my soul. This is too damn cute. It's extremely heartwarming. Watching their little families grow.

J O H N "S O A P" M A C T A V I S H

Don't Blame Me // @bloodyknucklesforme

Soap x F!OC, "Nina". I initially read this on AO3, and found it here incidentally. The author continues to post little snippets about their lives.

S I M O N "G H O S T" R I L E Y

The Captain // @as-is-above-so-below

(Link is to their general fanfic taglist).

It's been months since I initially read this, but I can still remember key moments that bring varying emotions (ex. "We're having a baby! We're having a baby!" And "I can't push, not again").

Dad! Ghost // @nsharks

I found this amazing little trilogy one night while scrolling for Soap fluff and holy crow. Am I happy I did. Exploring both sides of Mr. Riley (Ghost and Simon) and how the lines eventually blur. Feat. Uncle Johnny and his new best friend: Simon's wife.

K Y L E "G A Z" G A R R I C K

C A P T A I N J O H N P R I C E

Tessellate // @deadbranch

MDNI - filth with plot. But Price and younger American Price, Alex? Yes please, I'll take that fever dream

GHOSTS

L O G A N W A L K E R

D A V I D "H E S H" W A L K E R

Warm Blankets // @uselsshuman

Hear me out. Warm, cuddly, slow mornings with Hesh and Riley. (Sign me up, RIGHT NOW)

K E E G A N P (????) R U S S

CHARACTER X CHARACTER AO3

Into the Fray // Tofu_Ghost - Keegan Russ x Logan Walker

The cholula conversation had me in tears (and moreso when my dude bought us cholula without knowing). And Logan listens to the Twilight soundtrack when he's sad

Discovering Kinks // samithemunchkin - Keegan Russ x Logan Walker

MDNI - drunk Keegan and selectively mute Logan learning intimate details about themselves during an intimate time

Heaven Called (Hell Sent) // defiantdevi - Keegan Russ x Logan Walker, Ghost x Soap

Reaper!AU, not gonna lie this one hurt a bit.

Brothers Keeper // emianium - Logan Walker x Hesh Walker (familial)

This one hurt a lot.

[royallygray]

I’m busy today ahsjsk but prepare for me to ramble your ears off later

also take a guess at which ship 💀 you’ll never get it /s

also also also did I reblog that from you and if so spill I want to hear what you’re writing /nf

OOOOOH

I bet you seventy monopoly bucks it's ethubs. just. just a subtle guess. maybe. possibly. actually quite unlikely it's not like you ship them or anything 😁

Idk if you reblogged that from me either and idk what /nf means but. ok.

So I have my main AU, soul horizon au, aka around my soul and beyond your horizon, and the masterpost of everything relating to it is here. It's Scarian and Gempearl but it's actually centered around everyone's friendship and something except I haven't actually done a lot of writing for it but I have stuff about Pearl and I have a mutual Peri @periwinklepaint (the best I love them sm just shdhagjah) she's so talented and has drawn 3(THREE!!!!!!!! :D) Pearl drawings in soul horizon au and she's the one that has kept me going in this au

And then my other main not fanfic one is iw8, that I've talked about a teeny bit, but it's my self-indulgent ass half-my-300-OCs fic, that also doesn't actually have anything written for IT-- WAIT I DO I HAVE AN AO3 AND IVE PUBLISHED SOME STUFF FOR IW8 LETS GOO

my ao3 is royalwriteswords and the series is called iw8 | Eternality under my RoyallyGray pseud

I hate half of them but yeah

uhh I've ranted sufficiently

Oh yeah I ranted a little bit about Skyler in a post. She's an OC in iw8

did I mention that iw8 is technically a Harry Potter fanfic. that crosses over with Percy Jackson. and also keeper of the lost cities. but I tend to ignore that bc it diverged primarily into family dynamics and shit bc the main family (Crownes) (Crown-nez) has a long line of people and just. a lot of people with different dynamics and shit and I could probably stop ranting but honestly I'm having fun

Okay so the main character--im unsure if I'm gonna change her name or not--is named Sarah Crownes. Which is the self insert that got out of hand and she was a Mary Sue fucking overpowered as hell (she's still overpowered but it's less relevant now) and she's massively fucked up

HO TT OGO YOU CAN TAKE ME HOT TO GO

I've gotten rly into Chappell Roan and that's been playing in my head

Anyways Sarah has a younger brother called Scott, and a younger sister called Skyler. They're all 9 years apart, and Sarah just turned 18 by the time Skyler was born.

I killed their parents, Sasha Black (yes she's related to sirius. they are twins. yes it's cringe. shut up. embrace the cringe. maybe.) and Davis Crownes (Hermione's mom's brother. now we don't know if Hermione's mom has siblings. but we also don't even know her fucking name so TECHNICALLY Davis can be canon anyways I digress) on the same day that Skyler was born (December 24, 1997). don't blame me, blame Voldemort. it was Voldemort.

Unfortunately, I fucked over Sarah bc why not. Davis and Sasha made Sarah the primary like. person of their will to take care of Scott and Incoming Baby once she turned 18 (December 18, 1997. born 1979) and like.

Sarah is grieving and also fighting in a fucking war when they die and leave the kids to her but also everyone else on their list is either ALSO FIGHTING IN THE FUCKING WAR or otherwise unfit. Like Remus? bro he's not doing well. also in war. the Weasleys? in war. Paul and Alyssa (OCs)? fighting in war.

like. they're all fucked.

also I made this decision like ages ago when I was less mature and less understanding of world, but Sarah sent Scott to Camp Half Blood and Skyler to Camp Jupiter. The reason they're at separate and not at the same is bc Sarah didn't want Scott to feel absolutely over responsible at all times over Skyler and just. yeah

but I feel like there's gotta be a more seamless way of her to do that than just sending them to camps bc she can't take care of them but I haven't figured that out yet anyways

Im done with this post let me know if you have questions and/or want more :D

thanks for the ask Kat <3

[hotcat37]

DALIY MOODBOARD DELIVERY 4 ONE OF MY FAVE FIC WRITERS N ARTIST S ON THIS SIDE OF TUMBLR EVER!! XDD

(I hope U got some tissues N a wedding gift ready CUZ THE JERE/NACE POKÉMON THEMED! WEDDING MOODBOARD IS READY N UR AMAZING ASS IS INVITED! 🥰🥰)

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(now take a seat in one of the isles N head straight 2 the open bar N buffet 4 as I tell U the story of one of the most chaotic but magical weddings in JOblr N Kablr history :3)

The day had finally arrived,the day our fave German Shepard N husky duo were going 2 promise themselves 2 eachother forever.The JO boys were helping out with last minute preparations (N driving Kris insane cuz everything had 2 be done by a very specific list he made as soon as the couple announced the wedding date N it had 2 be PERFECT)they even managed 2 get the rings around Ollie’s collar without him jumping everywhere,meanwhile Jere was with his crew + Tommy getting ready 4 the biggest day of their friend (or in Mikke’s case little brother) life.Alas everything was ready N up 2 (Kris’s extremely high) standards,the guests made up of the two grooms family,close friends N some of the esc family as everyone took their seats in the isles amongst the giant sunflower covered Alter Jure made 4 the soon 2 be husbands when Jere began waking down the isle (poor Nacko almost had a heart attack cuz of how ethereal his fiancé looked right then N there) the vow’s were said,Ollie successfully kept the rings safe till he had 2 give them 2 one of his dads 2 set his promise 2 be love N be by Jere’s side forever in stone,everyone was a crying sobbing mess throughout the whole ceremony.(even the daltons couldn’t keep it together or Tommy surprisingly) N then it came time 4 the officiate 2 marry our beloved Pokémon loving now husbands which was sealed with the whole “U may kiss the bride” thing.(Mikke was gonna be their wedding photographer but my man deserves a break so they got Damon 2 do it instead) N as soon as that was over particularly all the guests booked it 2 the open bar N buffet,speeches were made,the newlywed couple held hands as they cut the cake which lead 2 a small cake fight,Kris spent most of the after party sipping tequila N hanging out with Haarija,Bojan N Jure got shitfaced drunk N made out by the buffet (almost squishing the pokeball themed strawberry plater while they were at it) Nace thought Jan went missing until one of Daltons found him playing with a bunch of stray cats who found their way into the venue,Jere’s lil nephew N niece LOVED Ollie N couldn’t stop petting him N playing fetch with the lil dog N as soon as the party was over N everyone had settled into their hotel rooms the Gengar N Bulbasaur loving newlyweds had mind blowing sex but alast they were happy N knew that whatever happened 2 Joker out or Kaarija they would go though it with love in their hearts N eachother by there side..✨✨✨✨✨

NACE/JERE WEDDING CANON!!! this was such a joy to read aaaaah I love Tommy in particular being among the guests 💞💞 Ollie being the ring keeper I can't 🥺🥺 Shocking he didn't run off though haha 😂 Nace would for sure almost faint looking at Jere walking down the isle <3♡♡ Jure making the altar sunflower themed :D 💕 And Kris' extremely high standards lmao ☠☠ Jan vanishing but only to play with stray cats is so real 🐈‍⬛💞💞

Them having mind blowing sex after haha XD The visuals accompanying the story are sooo good omg what what gorgeous wedding!! Love how purple it is 💜💜 The Pokéball flowers :")🥰 Thanks sm for blessing me with this ask!!

[ghostofskywalker]

i originally had made another blog for works of mine that were not reader-insert, but it has been just kind of annoying to keep up with and maintain, so i will be linking this post of my star wars fics that do not feature a reader character on my masterlist for people to read if they wish! If a work has both a tumblr and ao3 link, they will be labeled, but otherwise, the link will be for ao3.

Emoji Key:

☀️ - pure fluff

🌧 - pure angst

🌤 - both fluff and angst, but more fluff

🌦 - both fluff and angst, but more angst

🍄 - platonic/no romantic relationship

🌻 - author favorite

My Main Masterlist

Mission Status: Trapped ☀️🍄

pairing: obi-wan kenobi & asajj ventress & hondo ohnaka summary: While on a solo mission for the Jedi, Obi-Wan ends up in a cell with two annoying acquaintances.

Moping Interrupted 🌤🍄

pairing: crosshair & omega summary: Tensions are still running high as Crosshair returns to his brothers, and Omega has a slightly unconventional idea to help him return to his usual self.

How Many ARC Troopers Does It Take To Transport One Sleeping Medic? ☀️🍄

pairing: Echo & Fives & Jesse & Kix summary: When Jesse finds Kix fast asleep out in the storage closet next to the medbay, he recruits Fives and Echo to help him get the medic somewhere a little more comfortable.

Perpetual Uncertainty 🌧🍄🌻

pairing: tech & the bad batch event: haunted clone week summary: After escaping the clutches of the Empire, Tech sets off to find his brothers, and he stumbles across a place that he had only ever read about before, where the threads of life and death seem to intertwine more than usual.

Under a Gleaming Night Sky 🌦🍄

pairing: rey & poe dameron summary: Deep conversations in the middle of the night leave Rey with a lot to consider about her new life.

A New Roommate ☀️

pairing: anakin skywalker/padmé amidala (background) summary: While on her way home from the Senate one evening, a sickly tooka kitten decides to follow Padmé home. She falls in love with it almost immediately.

Secrets to Keep ☀️

pairing: rex & anakin skywalker, rex & fox, anakin skywalker/padmé amidala (background) summary: When Rex overhears some vode at 79's talking about the rumors surrounding his general, he doesn't think anything of it. He could have never expected that a few days later he'd be a keeper of one of Anakin's biggest secrets.

Adventures in Youngling-Sitting ☀️🍄

pairing: fives & echo summary: While on leave, Fives and Echo do some youngling-sitting for the Jedi Order.

All This Way (For What?) 🌦🍄

pairing: fives & jesse & rex, fives & original clone characters event: haunted clone week summary: On a special rescue mission looking for troopers that had gone missing, Fives bonds with the survivors on their way back to the transport. However, things on this planet certainly aren't what they seem, and he's left with more questions than answers.

Nature Heals: tumblr || ao3 🌦🍄

pairing: tech & omega event: galactic gift gathering summary: On one misty morning, Omega and Tech share their apprehensions for the future before the rest of the Batch awake.

It (Shouldn't) Take A Village: tumblr || ao3 ☀️🍄

pairing: the bad batch & omega event: galactic gift gathering summary: For their first Life Day on Pabu, the Bad Batch end up with way more decorations than they know what to do with. Trying to put everything up is certainly an eventful experience.

Honorary Guardsmen: tumblr || ao3 ☀️🍄

pairing: fox & thorn, luke skywalker & leia organa event: galactic gift gathering summary: At this point, Fox should have been used to things not going the way he expected them to, but he certainly didn't plan to play babysitter to the Nabooian senator's children when all he wanted was another cup of caf.

[entishramblings]

yes yes, I spam you all again with my reading catch up. sorry, not sorry.

@sotwk this fic has me in shackles—

“Faramir’s advice seemed helpful and practical enough at the time he offered it.”

fuck me. The second goddam sentence got me in fears. VALAR— Boromir asking Faramir for love advice has me S O B B I N G!

“Cloaked and hooded and bearing neither armor nor arms save for one dagger at his hip, Boromir rode his horse through the dark, winding streets of Minas Tirth and descended to the city’s bottom level.”

Gosh this is such a perfect sentence. Ugh I’m a sLuT for good writing.

“He headed north-east, traversing farmlands and cutting fresh trails through rough terrain just to forge the shortest possible route to his destination. To her.”

I AM SO INVESTED

“His brother meant well, but the suggestion did little to bolster and plenty to shake Boromir’s confidence. The Captain-General of Minas Tirith, Heir to the Stewardship of Gondor, commanded plenty of admirable skills, but wooing ladies had never been one of them.”

He’s so precious oh my god. hehe….what a bean ;)

“One store keeper, a burly older man with flour-dusted arms and apron, came out to his doorway to watch the stranger pass through. He caught Boromir's gaze over the distance and simply nodded his head, perhaps even cracking a smile behind his bushy gray beard. Boromir suspected some other curious eyes tracked him from surrounding windows, but no further interactions were attempted.”

Okay this is such a tangent but this paragraph shot my mind right back to when I was studying in Germany. In my environmental psychology course we talked a lot about the importance of integrating homes and small business—aka the ‘your neighbors keeping you safe from questionable people.’ ANYWAYSSS the US doesn’t have that ideology but I’m glad Gondor villages do!!! SO SORRY THAT WAS SO OFF TOPIC. EXCUSE MY BRAIN.

“He felt a sudden, firm shove on his back that made him stumble slightly. He chuckled and reached over to pat his horse's neck; he had stood there frozen for so long that his friend felt the need to check on him. "Yes, yes, yes…" he muttered, half to himself. "I am going!"

The horse encouraging him ALSJDKLALAAL

“I just could not wait to see you again,” Boromir said hoarsely.

Goodbye I am simply passing away.

“It is everything”

OH MY ERU—

This is how I feel about this entire fic:

Dandelions (Boromir x she/her one-shot)

Summary: Boromir brings flowers to his lady love. 

Word count: 2k

Content: G-rated Romantic fluff, pining, unnamed love interest, shy, love-sick Captain of Gondor, little brother supporting big brother

Warnings: None 

To read on Ao3: Link

Dedication: For the 57% + 10% who answered this poll by @bored-artist and said they would love getting flowers:

Inspiration: This goes out especially to my friend @scyllas-revenge, whose anecdote about her childhood admirer immediately inspired me to write this. The flowers don't matter as much as the giver, and here is the flower-giving experience I think you should have.

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

Dandelions

Third Age 3015

Minas Tirith, Gondor

“Bring her some flowers.”

Faramir’s advice seemed helpful and practical enough at the time he offered it. But it was also something he just muttered hastily to Boromir as he helped the Steward's elder son slip away from the Citadel before dawn could rouse the other residents of the White Tower. Lord Denethor was expected to remain preoccupied that entire day, conducting councils and tours for the visiting delegation from Dol Amroth. But Faramir had also assured his brother that he would cover for him should anyone come inquiring about the Captain's whereabouts. 

Cloaked and hooded and bearing neither armor nor arms save for one dagger at his hip, Boromir rode his horse through the dark, winding streets of Minas Tirth and descended to the city’s bottom level. Flowers, flowers. The word tumbled around in his thoughts, but his mind could not fully conceive a plan to procure this particular item. Boromir had never visited a flower vendor in his life, although he knew stalls existed in the city markets. He could not even recall ever plucking wild-growing ones off the ground.

Or was it from trees? Shrubs? Where did beautiful flowers grow, and how could he hope to secretly obtain them if he did not know the answer?

He pondered on the matter so deeply that he barely noticed he had already reached the Great Gate, where he must face the night watch on duty before he could flee towards his day of freedom.

Dark eyes underneath a silver helm squinted up at Boromir’s face, showing recognition but registering no surprise. After a brief pause, nothing more than a cough left the sentry's lips. No names uttered, no interrogation, not even an order to lower his hood. The lead guard gave a signal to his fellow watchmen to open the great door and then stepped back, waving the Captain through the City Wall. 

Concerns over being stopped had never even crossed Boromir’s mind; not once in their shared lifetime had Faramir ever failed to deliver on a promise. 

And so out of the White City Boromir rode, driving his horse off the Gateway and galloping into the grassy fields of Pelennor. He headed north-east, traversing farmlands and cutting fresh trails through rough terrain just to forge the shortest possible route to his destination. 

To her. 

His heart thundered in competition with the pace of his horse’s hooves. Just conjuring her face in his mind, imagining how it would feel to stand within reaching distance of her, close enough to receive her smiles and be caressed by her sweet scent…

He shifted his weight forward and increased the pressure of his legs on his horse’s sides. The mare responded by surging forward with full vigor, as though charging into one of their many battles together, and Boromir made a silent promise to reward his faithful steed accordingly upon their arrival. 

Bring her flowers. Faramir’s parting advice hounded him throughout the ride, refusing to be dismissed as an optional gesture. His brother meant well, but the suggestion did little to bolster and plenty to shake Boromir’s confidence. The Captain-General of Minas Tirith, Heir to the Stewardship of Gondor, commanded plenty of admirable skills, but wooing ladies had never been one of them. At least not in ways considered customary, if his ignorance on gifting protocols was of any indication. Courting traditions were something he never considered worth taking the time to learn, since there were no women who motivated him enough to care about such frivolities.

And then he met her, in whom he found every motivation to start caring. Every reason to even continue being. Boromir had come face to face with a battle he could not rely on his sword or strength to conquer. This confused and frustrated him in ways that should have made him angry. Instead, he could not think of another time in his life when he had ever been happier. 

She was worth feeling like an idiot for. 

Halfway through his journey, he stopped by a small stream to give his hardworking horse some water and a brief rest. As he paced up and down the loamy bank, ruminating upon reunion scenarios and conversation topics in his head, Boromir's gaze drifted across the running waters. It idly scanned the open fields that stretched out all the way to the nearest farmhouse, located at least a mile off. Suddenly, his anxiety-ridden brain registered the sight of bright yellow dots scattered about the freshly sprung carpet of pale wild grass, bobbing merrily upon their long stalks with the passing breezes. 

Flowers! Boromir rushed forward eagerly, drawing his dagger to immediately start cutting up bunches and bunches of the yellow blooms, until he had enough to fill the clutch of his left hand. He produced a passably clean cloth from his saddle pack and used it to tie together the bundle of wildflowers, finally feeling relieved and mayhaps even a little proud of his victory. 

The rest of his journey passed with greater ease in the knowledge he would not be arriving empty-handed. The sun had completed its ascent into the cloudless azure sky as he approached the small farming village known simply as Northmere. Once a place of such meager consequence that the Captain of Gondor did not even know of its existence, it had become the most precious location outside of the White City to him before he even had a chance to set foot in it.

A straw-roofed cottage with a fenced-in front garden and a blue-painted door. She had told him exactly how to find her house, and there were not many around to choose from. Walking alongside his horse, Boromir crossed what seemed to be the market square, just a handful of shops to provide the locals with basic essentials.

One store keeper, a burly older man with flour-dusted arms and apron, came out to his doorway to watch the stranger pass through. He caught Boromir's gaze over the distance and simply nodded his head, perhaps even cracking a smile behind his bushy gray beard. Boromir suspected some other curious eyes tracked him from surrounding windows, but no further interactions were attempted.

He found the blue painted door towards the end of a long, worn dirt road that bisected the cluster of houses comprising most of the village. Like reaching mythical treasure at the end of a quest, it filled him with triumphant excitement to approach it. 

And nervousness. Valar, his hands never trembled this much clutching his sword as he faced down death on the battlefield. But there he stood at the pathwalk of the cheery cottage, unarmoured and weaponless, preparing to stand in the presence of his greatest weakness, the one who made him feel more vulnerable than any deadly foe from Mordor ever could. 

He felt a sudden, firm shove on his back that made him stumble slightly. He chuckled and reached over to pat his horse's neck; he had stood there frozen for so long that his friend felt the need to check on him. "Yes, yes, yes…" he muttered, half to himself. "I am going!"

"Boromir?"

His heart soared at the voice that spoke his name, a sound fairer than any birdsong, and he turned sharply in its direction, pulsing with anticipation from head to toe.

The image of her face had scarcely left his thoughts since they parted exactly one week past. But his memory was a lying, grasping fool that had done no justice to the vision that now stood before him. She stepped out of her little front garden and walked the short path to him, her ear-to-ear smile and sparkling eyes flooding Boromir with mutual joy, even though she could not possibly be as happy to see him as he was to finally gaze upon her. 

She had been tending her garden while waiting for his arrival; he noticed the potting soil that lingered on her slender hands and the smudges on the white apron over her skirt. Her cheeks bore the rosy flush of physical labor, and the long waves of her unpinned hair blew freely around her shoulders. She was so effortless in her natural grace, so wonderfully different from the prim and powdered ladies of Minas Tirith that his father regularly forced (or forced themselves) into his company. 

It still astonished Boromir how such beauty could have escaped his notice for so long, and he had praised Eru ever since for opening his eyes to Ioreth's young apprentice from the Houses of Healing. For all the times he had teased Faramir for burying his nose in books instead of looking at the world around him, it turned out he had been the one cursed with certain blindness all along. 

“You came,” she said softly, stopping tantalizingly short of his arm's reach. She stared up at him with open affection that warmed the Captain to his deepest fibers. "I had hoped for it, but I did not think you would be able to get away."

“I told you I would come, and nothing would have stopped me," Boromir said quickly, and perhaps too fervently. 

"I… I have missed…" Her voice failed her on the last word as shyness overpowered her excitement over his arrival. She ducked her head, hiding her blush behind her curtain of hair, as she twisted up the fabric of her apron between her jittery hands. 

"I just could not wait to see you again," Boromir said hoarsely. "I could not have borne a second longer without you."

"O-Oh. Y-You honor me, my lord." And the blushing maiden answered his abrupt confession with a polite curtsy.

Her sweetness and modesty crushed Boromir with a sense of unworthiness to even stand in her presence. He felt torn between a strange compulsion to fall to his knees, and an utterly improper desire to seize her and just hold her close against him. 

How did he get by a whole seven days away from her? And the more agonizing thought: how would he force himself to part from her again after this?

"Are… are those for…what are those for?"

Boromir stared blankly at the bundle of yellow flowers he clutched in his right hand, an overlong pause passing before he remembered their purpose. “These are for you,” he confirmed, reaching out with the offering. “I… I thought you would like them.”

In accepting the flowers, she stepped closer to decrease the distance that separated them, and her fingers grazed against his in the transfer. Boromir’s hand twitched as impulse rebelled against manners, and he very nearly made a greedy grab for her hand.

“They’re beautiful,” she said, gracing him with a gentle smile that was real beauty beyond comparison. By Eru, Boromir thought in sudden despair. What was he thinking coming to her with such a pathetic gift, so far below what she deserved?! For a maiden as gloriously fair as the sun itself, he should have brought the finest treasures from the most expensive shops in Minas Tirith, if not the very jewels from the coffers of the Steward. 

She held the posy up to her nose, sweeping the golden petals across her freckled cheeks and berry-pink lips, and Boromir felt overcome with a feverish desire to trade places with the flowers at that moment.

“It is nothing…” he mumbled weakly. 

She shook her head, her face at once firm and determined. “It is everything,” she corrected, raising her gaze to meet his with renewed courage. “You are everything.”

And with two more steps to eliminate the gap, she pressed herself against the warmth of his chest, tucking her head neatly underneath his chin, their bodies already a perfect fit for each other’s embrace. Boromir enveloped her in his arms, promising with all his strength that he would find some way to be worthy of this, of her, even if he had to scour all of Middle-earth for the right flower to profess just how deeply he had fallen in love with her.

Perhaps his wise little brother could help him again.

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Okay so I just hit 30 tags talking about my DA mages. It might be that I need to talk about them again. (HyperFocus Engage!)

Note: I have a headcannon that all mages have an element they're drawn to but circumstances can influence it as much as personality etc.

Origins

Domynic is naturally fire and seizes being a blood mage as soon as possible. He wants to be powerful and in charge (so no one can hurt him again). He is all about that DPS life.

Domynic Amell and Irys Amell (Twins!)

Irys is water/ice naturally and pushes herself to be a healer. She wants to be a calmer soothing presence like Wynne but gets so angry...! She's more support/DPS.

They both have a natural tendency towards damage and anger, but Irys refutes it and Dom embraces it. They are my "actually opposites" twins.

Zerdali and Jezper Surana (Twins!)

Jezper is Earth naturally and very defence focused, becoming an arcane warrior to protect his friends. Think tank over support.

Zerdali is a natural spirit healer and lightning mage (she's supposed to be super powerful to Jez's average power). She went to the tower long before her brother and goes very strict arcane and creation, but becomes a shape shifter when she's given the freedom to choose and she can do real damage(!). She's more of a "dark" healer?

DA2

Abigael Hawke is my baby. She is my most OC ever. She is a Primal Mage by birth (lightning and earth combined) and very very powerful. (I like powerful electric mages, leave me alone).

She has no real healing talent but essentially forces the fade to let her be a spirit healer in a life or death situation. She heals with a spirit of Duty, not Compassion or Love or anything.

(one day I will write that fic...)

Aislynn Hawke is a spirit healer naturally but her weakness and connection to Creation and spirit school makes her feel so weak. She becomes a blood mage for the power. (I was playing an ill conceived hard run...)

Evelyn Hawke is a "people person" aka a manipulator. She is also a healer because people like that, but she's entropy and ice to the core. You ain't touching her.

(2's way of leveling means I had to choose something and healer is better than blood mage so ta-dah loads of healers...)

Inquisition

Jenavieve Trevelyan is a messed up lady with a lot of baggage. She is another natural healer but because Inquisition threw away spirit healer, she is spirit and ice. She doesn't do damage for a long time as she levels, just mind blast and generic attack.

When choosing her specialism she tries necromancer but (I don't like playing that school and Dorian is usually in my party taking care of that)... But! Her spirit healer spirit is upset so she stops. She embraces being part of the action so she can heal more effectively and becomes a Knight Enchanter.

Hissera Adaar

Hiss was born under the Qun and trained there for the start of her magic, which meant damage, damage, damage and forced her into fire primarily.

She was always a blunt weapon so when given the chance she goes down the subtleties of Rift Mage and study.

Elenansal Lavellan

The narrative foil of Hissera, Elenansal was coddled and raised to be a fine instrument of magic as the only other mage in the clan other than the keeper. She is precise and elegant and tends towards controlled lightning and ice.

When given a chance, she went full damage and sized on taking Arcane Warrior (Knight Enchanter) because that's Elven gosh darn it and she is a keeper by right! Also means she gets to release a lot of rage and frustrations out with a big sword.

So uh yeah

I have lots of thoughts about my mages (and my rogues and my warriors), too many for tumblr tags. And yes I know they're all OP and a bit Mary Sue but Cringe is Dead and they are the main damn characters in a game, they're allowed to be OP, so shush.

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

DC

Send to All by kerosceene

I, ___________________________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”). - the bats have a sex pollen release form. because of course they do.

My Brother's Keeper by Chemical_Processes

Tim gets hit with Fear while on a league mission, and it's Damian's job to get him home in one piece.

Statute of Limitations by Oka_Hills1232

Captain Marvel has been in the game for a decade now. He's very likeable, everyone agrees on this, but that's about the only thing anyone can say about him. For however friendly he seems, he's never really talked about his life outside of the cape. That is, until today.

The Justice League has just learned something rather alarming about their enigmatic colleague Captain Marvel. They really need to talk to him about it, the problem is, he's very hard to get ahold of… Billy's just here to enjoy himself and revel in the big reveal, after all, it's not like anyone can stop him now.

Scum Villain Self-Saving System

Subversion by feelslikefire

Shen Qingqiu encounters Luo Binghe two years early in a brothel in Jin Lan City. Upon seeing his once most beloved disciple, Shen Qingqiu promptly starts coughing up flower petals. (Again.)

Then things get worse.

* * * * *

Or: I wondered, "What would happen if I smashed truth pollen and hanahaki disease together as tropes?" This is the result.

My Hero Academia

i fell heavy (into your arms) by sundefeater lou (sundefeater) for EyesofftheMaud

He could see him though. His cheeks were round with baby fat, his eyes unshadowed, but he was unmistakably his Toshinori. Even before he'd gotten the weakly mumbled confirmation of the other's name he'd known. He could see Toshinori in the child's eyes, the deep blue gaze watery and afraid but so achingly familiar; he could feel it in his bones, where One for All sang and reached for the remnants of ashes that should have been there, but weren't.

Or: Izuku has always been a dutiful son. All Might suddenly being younger than Eri isn't going to change that.

Cataclysm by xylophones

Part 2 of Despite Your Good Intentions

Opinion Editorial • Tokyo Times Hero Intern Deku: Our Next Savior, or the Catalyst of Hero Society’s Downfall? By Yumoto Ryobe Like • Comment • Share It’s been a month since Hosu City was rocked with attacks from the newest villain group, the League of Villains, and Hero Intern Deku’s (unranked) takedown of the serial killer Stain, his first S ranked villain arrest. Pro Hero media is a mess of differing opinions on Deku, ranging from idolization to condemnation. Fan clubs and hate clubs alike have popped up online. Despite his rousing speech in Hosu and his call to action, Deku has been notably absent from the public eye in any meaningful way. With tensions high and no word from the one at the heart of all the chaos, the question must be asked: just what the hell is Hero Intern Deku doing? (Honestly? His best.)

Stranger Things

Actually Me - Eddie Munson by Savi_Yoi

This idea was bouncing around my brain at 3am so I just had to write it down.

Eddie is a famous musician. Gaining fame through the 90s with Corroded Coffin. Him and Steve have been together since 1987, but they were always very private about their relationship. Steve is like a cryptid in the Corroded Coffin fandom, with very little information about him, and very few pictures. Eddie is promoting a solo album in 2021, and Steve is pulled on camera to do a silly interview with him. They're about 54/55 in this fic.

This is the transcript of that interview.

The Tunnels of Bel'Mar by neuronary

“Shit,” Wheeler said, realisation dawning across his face. “Fucking tunnels, shit!” “Seriously, dude?” Sinclair said. “You just clocked? He’s been freaking out all week and you only just realised.” “It’s Dustin!” Wheeler protested. “I thought he was just… being Dustin!”

Or, a dungeon Eddie designs freaks Dustin out a little bit too much. He doesn't get an explanation.

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Everything Black Part 5

This is a Post Azkaban Sirius Black x fem! reader (Muggle) fic I came up with. This is the first time I´m writing something like this and posting it, so let me know if you have any suggestions as to how I can improve my writing. I am not a native speaker so please keep that in mind :) Please, please don´t copy my work. If you want to repost, please do. I would love it if you tagged me, though :)

Warnings: It´s finally here! Smut, dry humping, cursing, drinking. Angst (some of these creatures are nasty) Fluff, all the fluff

I am SO sorry this took so long! I was struggling with all of the ideas I had for this fic. I still hope you enjoy it! <3

Minors do NOT interact! Skip this part if you have to. This is not for you. I know Moody is technically dead at this point but this is my timeline and I need him for this one, so...

Word count: 7.057

Summary: Things are getting revield and your relatioship with Sirius takes on a new form. An unexpected event leaves you with a clear sign to act

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You jolted from a very inconsistent sleep when you heard the taps on your door. Trying to wake up a little more you made your way towards the door when you  heard him. He taped the door again saying your name in a desperate tone. Within a second you flung your door open and there he stood on wobbly legs. His eyes red and swollen you could still see the tear streaks on his cheeks. His hair was all over the place and he smelled like alcohol. Your heart was breaking in two when you saw his helpless expression. He leaned onto the doorframe and tried to look you in the eyes. “I´m the reason”, he whispered. “I´m the reason they´re dead”. And with that he stumbled forward into you with another sob, realising with a jolt of his heart, that your arms caught and enveloped him without hesitation.

You pulled him inside and he collapsed to the ground clutching onto your middle while choked up sobs left his lips. Your heart hurt so much at this moment. You didn´t know why you started crying. Because he was obviously distraught or because of the weight that left you realising he was here. With you. He came. Your heart broke and healed at the same time. “They are dead” he said into your stomach. “James, Lilly…It was my fault.” You caressed his hair and nodded. “Okey”, you said in a hushed, choked up tone. “Okey.”

You let go only briefly and guided his limp body onto the bed laying next to him. You lay on your side and touched his damp cheek. With encouraging circles of your thumb you whispered, “Sirius? What happened?” He took several deep breaths before he spoke. “When Harry was born….Godric, they were so happy. And when they made me his Godfather, I didn´t think I could feel more important.” You smiled timidly at him.

“There is a prophesy…about Harry….and the dark Lord. Neither can live while the other survives.” You could feel your heart sink and fear made its way into your every vein. “They had to disappear. And all of us, the order I mean, were willing to do whatever it took to see them safe. Albus…he made a suggestion. There is a spell, a powerful one. Once it is cast, a secret keeper is chosen. As long as that secret keeper doesn´t give them up, not even the dark Lord would be able to find them.” New, fresh tears rolled down his face and over his nose. He pressed his eyes closed and with a shaking voice continued. “We agreed that the keeper should be me.” Your hands started shaking a little.

“But…in the last minute…they decided that I was too obvious of a choice. James was worried that it would put a target on my back that cannot be ignored. So…we changed the plan.” He suddenly looked into your eyes with absolute fear.

“I was willing to do it. I wouldn´t have given them up. Never! James was my brother. You have to believe me, please. I couldn’t have cared less about a target on my back. I would have died for them.” Hushing him you scooted closer and hugged him as best you could, as hard as you could. “I know”, you whispered quickly. “I know, Sirius. I believe you!”

After several minutes with him shaking in your arms he squeezed you. A sign for you to look at him again. “We chose someone else. Peter. He was our friend in school. We did everything together. He was part of us.” Peter…he hadn´t mentioned this name ever when he told you about his time at Hogwarts. Of course now you understood why.

His eyes became cold and bitter. “Coward! He gave them up the second the dark Lord was approaching him.” You closed your eyes and the full weight of the betrayal that James, Lily, Harry, Remus and him had to endure made your insides catch on fire. Pure hatred towards Peter, that´s what you felt in this moment. “I wanted to check on him…on Peter. The night it happened. I had such a bad feeling. I knew the moment I didn´t see any lights at his flat. I knew where he was. With who.” Incredible dread washed over you and suddenly you felt nauseous.

“I found them,___. I found them, dead. Little Harry in his crib. Alive. And….and that´s when I made my biggest mistake.” You swallowed hard. “You went after Peter”, you said in a choked up voice.

Suddenly he stood from the bed and cursing under his breath, pacing the room. “I should have stayed with Harry. He needed me. I should have been there for him all these years” he said in an angry voice clutching at his raven strands of hair. You sat on the bed watching him. He needed to do this, you knew. So you listened. “Yes, I went after him! I was mad with grief and I wasn´t thinking straight. I cornered the bastard. I didn´t even care that there were Muggles all over. I would have never thought that he was as clever as he was in that moment”, he laughed bitterly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “He blew up the street,___! He blew it up behind his back and everybody thought I did it. So many dead and him? The coward changed into his Animagus form and bolted! It´s easy for a rat!” He sat down on the bed again, exhausted. “It happened so fast. I truly thought I was going mental. Same evening I was already in a cell in Azkaban”, he huffed exhaustedly.

Silence lay itself over you like a dark cloud. “It wasn´t your fault”, you whispered. He looked at you incredulously. “How is it not my fault? I should have insisted on being the secret keeper. Harry would still have a family.” The violent sob you had tried to suppress, finally made its way up your throat. “You couldn´t have known he would betray you, Sirius. He was your friend” you whimpered. “You went to the most horrible place imaginable and you escaped. You did it for Harry. You are here now.” He tried his best to believe you. And with the feelings of trust he already had for you, it was indeed easier than trying to convince himself alone. Crawling over to him he enveloped you in his arms and again pulled you into his lap. “You are incredible” you said, still sniffling. “You endured so much and you still manage to…You amaze me, truly.” His lips were on yours the next moment. It was desperate. Hard, quick and salty from your tears. “It´s you who´s amazing”, he said between kisses. “I needed you to know everything” he said while caressing your face. You nodded with a small smile. “Thank you for telling me” you whispered.

Even though the whole story of what had happened made you feel awful, you were also relieved that now, there seemed to be no more secrets between you. “So, Harry” you continued. “The dark Lord is after him?” Sirius nodded. “That´s why being trapped here, not being able to protect him…again, it´s pure torture.” You hugged him close to your chest, trying to calm him with deep breaths. Slowly he matched his breathing with yours. You could feel his exhaustion so you took his face in your hands and said “Stay here tonight, yeah? Stay with me.” He looked at you like you hung every single star in the sky and nodded. You stood from his lap and took his hands. Standing in front of the bed you again leaned up towards him. He came willingly and kissed your lips. You let go only for a moment to walk around the bed lifting the covers, waving him towards you. Seeing this grown man hunched over and still shaking a little, all you wanted to do was making him feel safe. So the moment he got under the covers and scooted over, you climbed in behind him and lay on your side facing him. He enveloped you in his arms and even though the smell of alcohol still faintly lingered on him, his own unique scent calmed you down.

Your foreheads touching you looked into each other’s eyes. Liquid silver, rimmed with bloodshot whites, was swirling in his irises. Pulling you under and breathing life into you just the same. Something seemed to shift between you. An incredible force none of you could name seemed to slowly sow the both of you together. Irreversibly. His eyes were as wide as yours. “Do you feel that?” he asked with wonder in his voice. You nodded quickly. “I have no idea what this is but…I also know that I cannot live without it now.” Your voice was full of adoration. A short breath escaped him quickly and he pulled you as close as you could get. Your head tucked underneath his chin you marvelled in his warmth.

Soon, you fell asleep and although Sirius told you the whole truth and the evening wasn´t quite how he imagined, being here in your bed, in your arms and, as he hoped in your heart, his eyes slowly closed and he slipped into a dreamless sleep.

The events of the former night as well as the alcohol let him sleep in for once. He thought he woke up from the light filtering through the stained glass window but that wasn’t it. Slowly he began to feel his surroundings. He felt your hand on his waist, circling slowly. He felt your body close to his, your warmth and the sleepy scent of your skin. His eyes were still closed. Worried he was indeed dreaming and not in fact in bed with the woman he adored, he made a small sleepy noise and pulled himself closer to you. While you chuckled lightly he felt that your torso was propped up in the bed. Turning onto his back he slowly opened his eyes. And there, in the soft, coloured morning light he saw what he had wished for so desperately.

You were leaning over him ever so slightly. Hair an adorable mess on your head and the most radiant smile on your face, directed at him. It seemed like a fever dream the way the green, red and golden flecks of light danced across your face. Fascinated and a little speechless he reached up and stroked his knuckle carefully over your cheek. Leaning into his touch you whispered “Good morning.” He smiled at you contently. “That it is, darling.” You grinned leaning down. His hand immediately went to the back of your neck and held it while you kissed his lips. “You feeling ok?” you asked against his lips. “There was a lot going on yesterday.” He sighed but pulled you back down to him, wrapping his arms around you as securely as he could. “I´m fine, sweetheart” he said in a gravelly voice that made your stomach twist. That´s what he sounded like in the morning? Good Gods…”I´m so sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable by telling you the whole story. I just felt that you deserved to know. In case…in case you see me like this…” You put your pointer finger up to his lips and he immediately closed his mouth, looking at you expectantly. “None of that. Sirius, this whole situation can be uncomfortable at times, yes. But that is not your fault” you said looking at him intensely. He nodded. “You deserve so much more than what you have to endure right now. But we´ll get through this. We all will. Everyone in the order, you, me and Harry.” You, me and Harry. Oh, he liked that. He liked that an awful lot. Again he pulled you close and turned slightly to kiss you. It started out as lazy, deliberate pecks to your lips, your nose, your cheeks.

Humming contently you felt your whole body vibrate for his touch. He felt the exact same, then took most of his courage and slowly moved his long, lean body on top of yours. The pressure of his lips on yours soon became more bold, the kisses getting longer. His long hair created a curtain, shielding you from the rapidly brighter becoming light of day. Still, you couldn’t resist raking your hand through the ink black strands of silk, pushing them away from his face and emitting a literal growl from the man above you. His skin beneath your fingertips became hotter by the second. Holding himself up with one elbow above your head, his right hand slowly but deliberately moved up and down your ribcage. You barely heard your own whimper but he sure did. One gentle roll of his hips told you just how much he was enjoying this. Letting him know you felt the same, you pushed your chest closer to his. Breaking the kiss and breathing heavily onto your open mouth, his silver eyes barely open, he moved his hand underneath you. Right above your bum, he pulled your hips towards his own, letting you feel the proof of his attraction to you. Moving your legs around his waist, you connected your mouths again with a desperate sound leaving your throat. It didn’t take long for the both of you to find a perfect, teasing rhythm.

Although he was still wearing his clothes from the day before, you were sure he could feel the rapidly growing wet patch on your pyjama pants. With every languid movement of his hips your pleasure spiked tenfold. Tiny little whimpers left your mouth whenever his lips were not on you for the fraction of a second. Your insides twisted and a familiar pulsing started right between your legs. Groaning, Sirius changed the angle again and hissed a quiet “fuck” into your neck. The new angle aligned his bulge perfectly with your sensitive heat, making you moan deep in your throat while his teeth started to scrape the skin of your collarbone. The thrust of his hips became more pointed, his breathing and slight moans in your ear became your favourite melody. “___”, he breathed, trying to touch every single slither of your skin he could reach. “I…I don´t know how to stop”. His voice was equal parts pleading and full of longing. Pushing your head deeper into the pillow you cupped the back of his head, holding him to your pulse. “Don´t. Please, for all that is good, don´t.”

He growled again, the sound sending goosebumps across your skin, his pace again increasing. You could feel his erection bumping your clit with every move and it was by far the most delicious feeling you had felt in ages. If ever. A knot right underneath your bellybutton formed and twitched every so often. You know what it was and you chased that feeling with moans and rolling hips of your own. Sirius´ lips had not moved far from your collarbone but now, your whimpers in his ears, he moved them lower. When he reached the collar of your nightshirt he began to play with the upper button with his teeth. “May I?” he murmured and looked up at you. His chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes liquid silver. They shone up at you with so much lust and adoration, your head began to swim. You barely managed a whispered “Please” when his long fingers already opened three buttons. The more skin was revealed, the more frantic Sirius´ kisses to your chest became. When the last button was opened and the shirt fell to your sides, a shiver ran over you. Not because you were cold, but because Sirius´ face quickly changed from wonder and adoration to fierce hunger. Raking his now almost black eyes over your chest he tentatively reached out. Quickly checking your facial features for any kind of discomfort, he found none.

Licking his lips and revealing his canines to you in the process, he stroked one finger around your nipple. The air was punched from your lungs as your hands fisted the sheets. He smiled and did it again. Panting, you tightened your legs around his waist again pulling him closer. “What are you doing to me?” he asked as he resumed the roll of his hips against you. “Hm? Beautiful dove. Do you want to cum?” “Fuuuck”, you gasped when his lips finally closed around your nipple and the pressure you felt between your legs almost snapped. Again your rhythm became even more of a passionate dance. But this time, nothing seemed to disturb him from getting the both of you off. With his one arm around your back, he guided you against him in a perfect angle. “S-Sirius”, you breathed. “Hmm?” his voice was vibrating against your nipple. You almost forgot what you wanted to say when the tip of his tongue darted out and flicked against the other one. “I´m…feels so good. Don´t stop….please, please don´t.” Your voice was almost pathetically pleading but you couldn’t care less. If he would stop, you knew you would definitely perish. “Not planning on it, beautiful. Godric, you feel so good in my arms. So warm, so perfect”, his lips travelled to your ear again as he whispered, ”So wet.” His voice was so deep you almost didn´t catch what he said. Almost. Your whole body twitched violently at this and you knew it would not take long now. With a long moan you buried one hand in his hair again and pulled. While your other hand grabbed his firm ass, Sirius lost the rest of his control. His lips found yours again and desperately he clung to you. You could feel the throb of his length against you and you knew he was right there with you.

 “___, fuck. I´m sorry. I can´t hold it…Hnngg.” He was babbling against your lips. “I´m gonna…I´m there,___. Please, please cum with me. Fucking hell. Ahhh” His desperate tone of voice did it for you. The second his voice spiralled upwards, calling out your name, your orgasm flooded your every cell. Your legs shook with the effort to keep him as close as possible. The throbbing of your core now pulsing through your whole body. “Ahh, Sirius! Fuck. Gods…yes!” Faintly you heard your gasping and moaning. His figure was hunched over, panting and grabbing. “Fuck, dove. Ah… Made a mess of me”, he said while peppering your chest with kisses. His hips were still pressed to yours and you could clearly feel the wetness you both had left on your respective clothes. Slowly catching your breaths, you clearly felt your heated cheeks but you needed to see him. Raising your hand you stroked his head lovingly. Chuckling he lifted his head from where he had rested his forehead between your breasts. “Hey”, he said in cheesy tone and a silly smile on his lips. “Hey”, you chuckled and pulled him to you again. Still smiling he rested his weight next to you but still continued the slow, deep kiss. Slowly, as if to try and prove something to himself, he carefully licked your bottom lip. With a jump of your heart you opened your mouth to welcome him in. And Gods, did it feel incredible. Humming contently he delved his tongue into your mouth, savouring your taste. And although you didn’t actually have sex, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like having an orgasm invoked by his penis inside you instead of dry humping like horny teenagers. You giggled at your own thought.

“Now, what´s so funny?” Sirius asked amused, pecking your lips affectionately. “We just humped like horny teenagers”, you said grinning and covered your eyes with the palm of your hand. Sirius snorted and huffed a laugh. “Yes, yes we very much did. And you know what?” He gently took your hand in his and looked you in the eyes. “That was by far the hottest fucking thing I have ever done with a woman!” His eyes held no lie and you suddenly felt pride swell inside of you. “Very satisfying”, you nodded. You lay there for another moment or two before Sirius got up to clean himself up in your bathroom. Lazily you stretched your limbs on the bed and groaned aloud when you felt your spine crack. When you opened your eyes again you saw Sirius leaned in the doorway to your bathroom, eying your form on the bed with fiery desire. You held his gaze when you smiled and moved to redo the buttons on your sleepshirt. “Don´t do that on my account”, he said while sauntering over to you. Your hands halted their movement while he sat down next to your body and slowly stroked his hand over your belly. Caressing it with a circling thumb he said “Are you hungry? How does pancakes sound?” You sat up and threw your arms around his neck. “Yes and yes, please”.

Leaving your room also meant that you were again confronted with what had happened the night before. The attack on Arthur, Harrys vision. You immediately saw the worry return to Sirius´ eyes the moment you entered the kitchen. Only this time, he did not let go of your hand until you were seated next to him, as always. According to Tonks, Harry and the Weasleys were at the hospital where Arthur was currently treated. This seemed to calm Sirius down a little. At least that meant that he would soon be able to see his godson again. Gradually over the next few days the house filled with visitors for Christmas. And every day, the house seemed less and less uncomfortable. Sirius spent almost every night next to you in your bed. Nothing sexual happened these nights but holding you close and feeling less alone was more than he could have whished for. The usually dingy house you both inhabited seemed to glow a little these days. There was always someone walking around the place, talking, laughing. The day a very tired Arthur returned to Grimmauld place was a happy one. Molly kept fussing around her husband, making sure he was taken care of and all her children as well as Harry and Hermione were fed and more or less worriless. You on the other hand spent almost as much time with Arthur as Molly did. Happily explaining the London Tube system to him or why football was so popular. “I just don’t get it”, Arthur said with a shake of his head. “There is only one ball and it doesn’t even fly. And why does every team need eleven people running after it? Six would clearly suffice.”

Sirius was spending quite some time with his godson and you loved the way he interacted with the teenager. They both held a deep fondness for each other, everyone could see. Harry even made an effort to include you as much as possible in their conversations, though you happily excused yourself to chat with Tonks or the girls Ginny and Hermione when you noticed that he would much rather talk to Sirius alone. Sometimes during these conversations you could see the strained expression on Harrys face and suddenly had the urge to hug him and tell him, everything would be alright. No teenager should have this kind of burden to carry. You could see that Sirius tried his very best to encourage his godson and you admired him for the dedication he showed. He truly loved this boy.

And just like that, Christmas was only one day away. But before that, Moody had decided to hold one more order meeting. Seeing as almost all members of the order were accommodated at Grimmauld place anyway. When the time for the meeting came, Sirius pulled you aside in the kitchen. His arms snaked around your waist and he looked you deep in the eyes. “It won´t take long. After that, we can concentrate on the holiday spirit again”, he smiled. “I wish I could do more”, you said in a small voice not looking him in the face. You had not spoken about your own fears and worries but you had a feeling Sirius already knew. He sighed and took your face in his hands. Leaning his forehead to yours he said “I know, love. I could not be more thankful to you for being so compassionate and understanding.” He kissed the crown of your head and moved so you had to look at him. With a meaningful expression he continued. “I need you to know that you do much more than you think. You are a friend to Tonks and Remus, another soul to fuss over and to take care of for Molly,” you chuckled at that. “A lexicon on Muggle things for Arthur. You possess the one thing we all hunger for these days. Normalcy in it´s purest form.” You eyes stung again but you smiled none the less. “And to you?” you asked carefully. “What am I to you?” You were nervous for his answer. And it did seem like he was struggling for a second. But then he gave you a shy smile. “My light”, he answered simply.

Sniffling lightly you stood on your toes and kissed him with all the affection that was currently swirling inside you, turning your insides to absolute mush. Neither of you let go for a long while. Tongues lovingly caressing each other you didn’t notice the people that came down the stairs. Only by the clearing of a throat did Sirius detach from you looking rather pissed at the person behind you. When you turned as well you were greeted by an eyerolling Alastor Moody. Behind him however Tonks gave you a double thumbs up. Next to her, Remus looked like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to look happy for his friends or slightly disgusted by what he just witnessed. His ears were tinged pink when he decided on a raised eyebrow and a smirk in your direction. “I´ll leave you to it”, you quietly said to Sirius, kissing his cheek lightly before Moody could make a snide remark. You grinned at Tonks and squeezed her hand quickly when walking by. At the foot if the stairs you felt lighter than air and in a bust of happiness you turned your head towards Moodys back and stuck your tongue out at him. Fully aware that he probably saw that with his creepy eye, you ran up the steps passing the twins on their way downstairs. “Now, what´s gotten the Muggle so happy?” George said with a toothy grin. You turned at the top of the stairs and smiled down at them. “After the meeting, I´m going to kick your ass at exploding snap” you said pointing at George. “Uhhhhh, you hear that Fred?” he said, Fred nodding and snickering beside him. “She´s definitely going to kick your ass, Georgie. Look at her, she is pumped.” “You know I love a good challenge, Fred”, George said. His eyes twinkling up at you. “Keep that energy, lass. We love to see it” he continued walking down the steps giggling. Fred winked at you and followed his brother.

You decided on some light reading in the library and made your way up the staircase. Decorations now hanging from the banisters and handrailing, there was a stark contrast between dark, gloomy doom and festive cheesiness. You loved it. When entering the library, you remembered all the significant moments you had with Sirius in this exact room. Your first touch, the many conversations, light hearted and serious, your first kiss. Tomorrow for Christmas, you decided you would take the plunge and make your intentions absolutely crystal clear. Not in this room of course but…Excitement twisted your stomach when you thought about him in your bed. Preferably naked, underneath you…shivering you plopped yourself onto the old sofa and tried not to squeal. You grabbed one of your favourite books from the nearby table and started to read. Flipping though pages of narrow handwriting and more or less disturbing caricatures. You were actually looking for something very specific. A potion or spell you could ask Tonks or Molly to make or put on you. If you wanted to take the next step in being intimate with Sirius you had to at least make sure that no accidents happened. You wanted to fully concentrate on him and not worry about the “what ifs”. You paused on a promising page when you heard movement behind you. Bolting upright you turned in the direction of a still dark and dingy corner of the room that the light from the fire couldn’t reach. Carefully you eyed the corner and wondered with slight panic how long it would take for the people in the kitchen to hear you scream when you saw a figure emerging from the shadows. Relief flooded your system and your hammering heart calmed down a little. “Albus”, you said with a still panicky chuckle. “You scared the shit out of me. Why are you up here in the corner just lurking about? Shouldn’t you be downstairs with the others?” He gave no answer. Just looking at you intently and suddenly the panic was back full force. Something was off. “Albus?” you asked, your voice beginning to shake. You stood and stumbled back a few steps when he approached you slowly. Still not saying a word and just looking into your eyes. Your hands went clammy and ice cold water seemed to have replaced the blood in your veins. “Albus, what are you doing? Say something!” you almost yelled in pure fear. With a sickening grin that could only be described as downright hideous he reached inside his robes and pulled out his wand. “No”, you whimpered. “Please don´t.”

“I´m afraid you overstayed your welcome” Albus said with malice and frightening glee in his voice. Sinking to your knees, shaking and already sobbing you watched as he raised his wand and pointed it directly between your eyes.

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Downstairs the meeting came to an end and everyone was kind of on edge. The recent developments rattled the group and asked for a more hands on, aggressive approach. Again Sirius felt hollow when the Aurors came up with a new plan to protect the prophesy. His name did not fall even once. He knew why of course. That did not help his feeling of helplessness however. All he could do was coordinating everything and everyone from his house. Keeping its doors open and trying to come up with a strategic plan. At least he could do that. As Molly started cooking dinner, everyone tried their best to return to the light hearted feeling of pre-Christmas contentment.

For the most part, the younger generation seemed to get into it quickly. Butterbeer and Firewhisky was handed out and calm chatter floated around the room. Just as Sirius thought about how your warm smile was missing from the table and he was about to get up, Moody turned his head sharply at him. “Sirius”, he grunted. His steel blue eye was turned upwards towards the ceiling. “Did you lot get rid of every pest in this house?” Sirius blinked. “As far as I´m concerned, yes. Why?” he asked slowly. “Hmmpf”, Moody puffed out an annoyed gust of air. “You missed a Boggart” he simply stated. Annoyance made its way into Sirius´ chest and with a groan he said “I´ll deal with it after dinner. Must have slipped in sometime last month.” Moody pinned Sirius with both eyes now and he could feel his skin crawl. “You might want to reconsider that.” Moodys mouth twitched a little. “Your little Muggle friend is in a bit of distress.” An bucket full of ice tipped over in his stomach and he immediately broke out in cold sweat. Tonks and Remus´ heads whipped upwards immediately and worry laced their features. Like a bolt of lightning Sirius jumped to his feet and bolted towards the stairs. “Library!” Moody bellowed after him but he already had a feeling that you would be in there. Taking two stairs at once he threw open the kitchen door and thundered up the steps. The panicked ringing in his ears preventing him from noticing his mother’s screams. No, no, no, no, not her! She doesn´t know! He thought as he threw open the library doors, Remus hot on his heels. His lungs constricted painfully and every ounce of oxygen left his body at the sight before him. You were cowering on the floor, sobbing, hiccupping and hugging yourself as Albus Dumbledor seemingly was about to hex you.

“Please,” he heard you whimpering. The sound breaking his heart into a million pieces. “Please, I don´t want to forget. Please don´t make me forget him, please.” You were begging on the floor at the feet of Albus. The scene almost made him sick with panic and absolute rage. The taunting laugh he heard next coming from the boggart made his blood boil and within the fraction of a second he called your name and propelled himself forward. The boggart whipped its head around and cackled while teasingly waving the wand in front of your face. Screwing your eyes shut and sobbing violently you sunk deeper onto the carpet. When Sirius reached you, he fell to his knees in front of you and hugged you to him forcefully. “I´m here. I´m here,___. It´s me! I´m so sorry. I should have checked, I´m so sorry. Please, stop crying. Nothing´s going to happen. Please.” He pressed your head to his chest and buried his nose in your hair, trying to calm you down. You were shaking like a leaf, babbling incoherently but none the less clinging to his shirt like a drowning person holding onto a buoy. “Remus!” Sirius called almost desperately. “I´m on it”, Remus hissed and came over to distract the boggart away from you.

“Shhh, it´s okey, dove. You´re ok. It´s just a boggart. Remus will get rid of it, I promise” Sirius whispered into your ear while stroking your hair and cradling you in his arms. You were trying to catch your breath, the panic still flooding your system but his voice reached your ears more clearly now. “That´s it. Good girl, breath. Listen to my voice. Noone is going to take your memories. Noone!” He said those words like he was trying to convince himself of that fact as well. Breathing hard he tried to calm himself down as well. He heard a faint crack behind him an knew that Remus had gotten rid of the pest. Relieved, he tried to make eye contact with you. Stroking your face with his thumbs he was desperate to stop the flow of tears streaming down your cheeks. Your eyes were puffy and red, a haunted look edged deep into your irises. Again his heart squeezed painfully inside his ribcage. “Noone?” you managed to force the word out, your eyes searching his for reassurance. He pulled you into his lap and kissed your forehead several times while nodding. Looking deep into your eyes he said “Noone is going to take you from me, my love. I swear it! You belong here with me, little dove. My dove. Mine.” He didn’t care if he sounded desperate or possessive. In his book, you being his, was an irrefutable fact. Nothing less. With his hammering heart, your shaking form in his arms and his whispered name on your lips he searched deep inside himself for the words to put your mind at ease. He knew what he wanted to say. To give your relationship a name, a path to follow further. But the three little words got stuck in his windpipe as he had not said those words to anyone before. Not in a romantic way anyway. So he opted on holding you as close as possible, lightly swinging you from side to side and kissing your head. There would come a time, a perfect time to tell you what he felt.

Minutes later he still sat on the floor with you. Your breathing somewhat calm you still clung to him. But not as desperately than before. You just concentrated on his heartbeat next to your ear, his calming scent of woods and smoke and his gentle hands stroking your back and hair. A boggart, he said. You read about them briefly and knew what they were but you never thought you´d see one. It was all so real. The boggarts taunting and the awful words it said to you, seemingly going on for hours. Letting you think every second now, you would forget the man you loved. And that is what this experience had revealed to you. You were irrevocably in love with Sirius Orion Black. It wasn´t just mere attraction or adoration. Surely these feelings dipped into the greater picture of what you felt for him but the sheer horror of maybe losing your memories of him, manifested what you had pondered for days now. You loved him. Loved him with a tenderness and force that seemed to create an everlasting storm inside you. His dove, he called you. His. That you were, there was no denying.

Slowly raising your head from his chest he looked at you with the utmost worry in his storm grey eyes. You tried your best not to look too rattled. “I could really use some Firewhisky right now” you croaked. The worried look vanished from his face and with a chuckle his shoulders relaxed as he kissed your lips carefully. “Whatever you want, my love. Whatever you need.” You kissed him back, finally able to smile up to him. “What she needs, Sirius, is chocolate after all this” Remus´ voice came from somewhere behind Sirius. He rolled his eyes and helped you up to stand on still quite shaky legs. His arm went around your waist as he turned to Remus. “Not everything is solved by eating chocolate, Rem.” Grinning, Remus walked over to you, an open chocolate bar already in hand. Teasingly he pumped Sirius´ shoulder while handing the bar to you. “Speak for yourself, padfoot. Just because you can´t have it…”. Sirius groaned. Biting the chocolate bar thankfully, a warm and fuzzy feeling spread through your chest. “This is really good, thank you Remus” you said warmly and gave him a big smile. He nodded and looked a bit deeper into your eyes. “You all right? Gave this one quite a scare” he pointed at Sirius at your side. His hand on your waist twitched but you were fast to answer. “I´ll be fine. I´m just a bit shaky still, that’s all.” Seemingly satisfied with your answer Remus came up again to his full height and nodded. “Good. Eat the whole thing, you´ll feel better.” In your periphery you could see Sirius eying your chocolate bar suspiciously.

“Oh, right” you suddenly exclaimed. “Why can´t you have chocolate, Sirius?” He hung his head while Remus started laughing heartily. You hadn´t heard him laugh this carefree yet and it vibrated pleasantly in your ears. It was a clear, happy sound. It reminded you of a bell. “Because he is a dog. It´s basically poison for him” he wheezed and clapped Sirius´ shoulder good naturedly. “I can have chocolate” he grumbled. “I just get violently sick.” Again you saw an adorable pout on his lips. This time, not hesitating kissing it away. He grinned down at you. Remus snickered. “Yes, if you call violently sick projectile vomiting all over the pl-“ “That´ll do!!” Sirius raised his voice slightly and steered you towards the door. You were giggling all the way down to the kitchen.

When Molly saw you, still a little pale faced and obvious red rimmed eyes, she immediately buzzled over to you. “___, dear! Are you all right? We hoped we had gotten rid of all the boggarts but this one seemed to have a brilliant hiding spot. Oh, my dear child.” She hugged you tightly to her chest and your arms immediately wound themselves around her. She retreated and looked you up and down. “Come on, let´s get some colour onto those cheeks again. I´ll make you some tea.” “Put some Whiskey in there, Molly” Sirius said while guiding you to your seat. Molly gave him a pointed look. “I wasn´t born yesterday, Sirius. Of course she´ll get some Whiskey.” Shaking her head as if Sirius´ had just asked if the sky was blue, she made her way over to the stove. “In that case, while you are at it, mum…” Fred piped up. “I think we all could use-“ “Do not take me for a fool, Fred Gideon Weasley!” Molly said sternly but with a slight smirk on her face.

While Molly and Sirius made sure you were comfortable and after cup after cup of tea, slightly buzzed, Remus, Tonks and Moody (who had been observing the whole scenario from a afar) sat in a quiet corner of the room talking. “I´ve never seen him sprint like that” Tonks said in a hushed voice. “Good thing he did” Remus said thoughtfully with a sideways glance at you. “She was in a right state when we got to her. That was a nasty boggart. Took me several takes to get rid of it. Eventually I almost ran out of ideas on how to make a fucking full moon seem funny.” Tonks looked at him almost dreamily. “Did the balloon do the trick?” she asked. Remus smiled mellowly. “No, not this time. I had to switch to the fart cushion.” Tonks snorted into her Whiskey. “Ohhhh, I love that one.” Remus had a hard time believing he was actually joking quite light heartedly about his condition with the woman he fancied. Maybe he could actually…”Glad the Muggle is fine” Moody said gravelly, effectively stopping all of Remus´ thoughts. “What?” Tonks looked at him in surprise. “Believe me, I wasn´t happy when Albus came here with a Muggle to babysit but,” Moody took a sip out of his flask. “She seems to fit in well. Keeps you younglings from losing your heads. Well, except that one” he twitched his head toward Sirius. “Has a grounding effect on you lot. I like it. Keeps Black in line as well. Can´t hurt” he shrugged. Remus let his eyes wonder over you and Sirius. The way he seemed to gravitate towards you all the while seeming calmer than he had ever seen him. “Yea” he said. “That reminds me. Something strange happened when we got up to the library.” Moody gave him a sidewards glance. “Go on” he drawled. “Well, when we saw the boggart, Sirius basically threw himself between it and ___.” Moody made an impatient gesture with his hand and Remus continued. “The boggart was definitely fixated on him then but…it didn´t change form. I just assumed…you know. His time in Azkaban. I thought his greatest fear would be to be back there, but… It was still Albus. Threatening to erase her memories.” Tonks looked momentarily confused until her eyes widened like galleons. “Well, well” Moody said. “Let´s leave it to a Muggle to show us all what´s inevitably important.”

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📕BTS Fic Reads - 2021 July

Sharing all the fics read and loved the month of July! It was a busy month for me and I actually just realized I am so late in posting my usual monthly reading list. I also read more ongoing fics I am subscribed to (which means I reblogged more on 🌹ggukkieland than 🌷ggukkiereads).

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Nerve @adonis-koo - series [1/?] | 9.5k+ | thriller, mystery, memory lapse (OC woke up in mysterious room), dark | a, eventual s

Not His Type @writerforkpop - 📱 SMAU | College AU, enemies to lovers, kind of bet au (jungkook is a player and OC/friends made a bet they can make him notice her) | a, eventual f

Nuisance @seokahwrites​ - series [2/?] | 12.8k+ | enemies to lovers, lawyer!oc, lawyer!jungkook, vacation au (they got stuck in the cruise, only one room, thanks to OC’s assistant Seokjin), humor | f, future s (? not really sure)

Only Fools @yonkimint - 📱 SMAU | College OT7, unrequited love (OC), she’s the best friend’s nerdy cousin, costume party, catfish, crack | f

Platinum Panther @arcticmarshmallow​ -  series? [1/?] | 27.4k+ | Rich AU, spoiled!reader, single dad!jungkook, boss jungkook, age gap (but it’s only three years so it’s not really that muchof an age gap) | s, a, f

Puddle of Love @btssmutgalore - series [3/?] | 30.2k+ | Rocker AU, Singer!OC, Band AU, Bad Boy AU, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn | a, future s, future f  02 03

Right Here @shukakoo​ - drabble series [4/?] | 3.9k+ | Best Friend AU, Jungkook recently broke up with GF, kind of slow burn? (JK fell out of love with GF but not exactly in that I’m in love with my best friend yet) | a, f, eventtual s

Risque @mercurygguk​ - series [1/?] | 9.2k+ | Age Gap AU, kinda spoiled/tease OC, Office AU, Jungkook is employer of her dad | s, a

Shadows of Euphoria @cinnabun-faerie​ [5/?] | 9.5k+ | Demon!Jungkook, feat. Taehyung, part of the Your Eyes Tell OT7 series, Soulmate AU | a, f

Stream Simulator @minloop - series [1/?] + drabbles + time stamps | 6.6k+ | streamer au, gamer au, established relationship | f

Superblood Wolfmoon @ironicarmy​ - series [4/?] | 18k+ | werewolf au, a/b/o dynamics, alpha!jungkook, soulmate au, fantasy, mystery | a, future s

Sway Me More @hoseokmylovesworld​ - series [2/3] | 22k+ | enemies to lovers, mafia au, continuation of their story | s, f

Tail as Old as Time @yoonjinkooked - series [1/?] | 4.8k+ | Mermaid AU, Fantasy | f, s, a (note: this was part of previous reading list but author reuploaded the fic since the original link got deleted)

Day by Day @hansolmates​ - drabble series? [4/?] | 6.5k+ |  single dad!jungkook, bestfriend au, baby Haru calls OC ‘mom’, slow burn | a

The Sexual Awakening @xotoosweet​ - drabble series [1/?] | 1.6k | college au, best friends to lovers, compsci!jungkook, economics!reader, oc on a journey of sexual awakening | f, future s

To Build a Home @soft4gguks​ - series [6/?] | 53k+ | single dad!jungkook, ceo au, nanny!oc, strangers to lovers | a, f, s

Waiting Game @tteokggukk​ - 📱 SMAU | soulmate au, ex-friends to lovers, humor, slow burn | f, a  

Yo-ho-hoe And A Bottle Of Rum @yoonjinkooked​ - series [1/?] | 2.8k+ | enemies to lovers, pirate au, fantasy, crack/humor | a, f, s

🥕[Completed Fics/Series]

cliche drabbles: friends at grocer and mistaken as a couple @hueseok - drabble | >1k | friends to lovers, best friend au | f

Open When It’s… @an-exotic-writer​ - one shot | 3.5k | epistolary (some parts), Dad!Namjoon, but he passed away and his son is reading his letters at certain stages of life (example: open when you get into the worst fight ever with your mother) | a

Lesson Learned @silhouetted-beauty - one shot | 10.8k | Married!Seokjin, Teacher!OC, DAD!Seokjin, infidelity, questionable morals | s, a

Puns @heartkook​ - one shot | 1.8k | strangers to lovers, humor, a fic about puns! | f (really cute!)

Sensucht @johobi - one shot | 7.4k | CEO AU, new hire OC (who’s not exactly a model employee yet), dom/sub undertones | S (pwp)

Bitter @heartkook - drabble | 1.9k | Bartender!OC, Yoongi recently got dumped, sort of rebound AU (that isn’t) | a, f

Mic Drop @ve1vetyoongi​ - one shot | 29k | rapper!yoongi, photographer!oc, composer!oc, star-crossed of some sort, rival of her brother, secret relationship, music au | s, a, f

Signed in Black @yoon-kooks - series [7/7] | 21.1k | Soulmate AU, Bad Boy AU, Barista!OC, BTS as Bulletproof Fairies, Fake Dating (sort of but not really?) | F, slight A

Eclipse @baepsaesbae​ - one shot | 3.3k | fantasy, Fae AU, Day Fairy!Hoseok x Night Fairy!OC, summer solstice, idiots to lovers | a, s, f

Love; Always @yeoldontknow - one shot | 7.3k | 100% epistolary, reincarnation au, soulmate au, pen pals, letters au, pining, long distance relationship | f, a, s

Myosotis + Chrysanthemum @03mistress30 - two-shot | 7.8k | demi-god!hoseok, rescued OC from a thief, OC let him stay, reunion in part 2, fantasy | a

Synchronized @idroppedthesope​ - drabble | 900wc | soulmate au (timer), unrequited love with bestfriend!hoseok, but check until the end 🥰 | f

Strip @your-daily-biaswrecking​ - one shot | 7.9k | established relationship au, jealous Hoseok of the female stripper x OC action 😁 | s, f

Blackthorn Creek @randombtsprincessa​ - one shot | 23k | Beauty and the Beast AU (OC is the beast), fantasy, curse au, also shifter au (there’s a part she shifts), fairy tale au | a,f, s

Equinox @crystaljins​ - one shot | 7.2k | King of Spring!Jiming x Queen of Winter!OC, arranged marriage AU, fantasy, royalty, talks of seasons | f

Touched by a Fallen Star @cutaepatootie​ - one shot | 37.2k | Prince Jimin, Fantasy AU, royalty, star-crossed, use of magic, OC is a celestial being | a, s

An Unexpected Kindness @heartkook​ - one shot | 2.1k | creepy guy won’t leave OC alone, Taehyung pretended to be the boyfriend, strangers to lovers | a, f

Catch My Ghost @smaubts​ - 📱 SMAU (short) | supernatural au, ghost hunter!taehyung, crack | f

Drabble: taehyung as brother’s best friend @1kook - drabble | >1k | secret relationship, brother’s best friend au, pwp | s

Louder Than Bombs @moononthejoon - 📱 SMAU (discontinued but with complete outline) | writer!taehyung, fan!oc | f

Peculiar Taste @gashinabts​ - one shot | 2.8k | Roommate AU, OC found out her foot fics on a fetish page 😂, humor | s, f

Pink @ggukcangetit​ - drabble | 511wc | friends to lovers. Prompt: “kissing to prove there’s no chemistry, even though it’s a lie, the kiss proving it” | f

Relentless @alpacaparkaseok - one shot | 5.9k | spin off of the Lost & Found fic (Jimin story), this is Taehyung’s story with the “string cutter” (who isn’t his soulmate, ouch), Soulmate AU | a, f

Rival Heirs drabble @yoonpobs​ - drabble | >1k | enemies to lovers, rich au, ceo au, star-crossed lovers, extra load of angst T_T | a, s

🥕 One-shots | Drabbles

Addicted to You @ughcore - one shot | 5.4k | enemies to lovers, feat clueless Taehyung, went to a bar (jungkook just got back), sexual tension | s, a, f

Can I Sleep in Your Bed @ddaeng-181338 - one shot | 4k | Roommate AU, insomnia AU, best friends who are in college, OC couldn’t sleep and crashed in JK’s bed to help her sleep, talks about love which led to something more 🥰 | s, f

Cherry Glosses N Car Washes @softlyjiminie​ - one shot | 7k | goth!jungkook x cheerleader!oc, college au, established relationship, sorority au, opposites (they don’t like JK for OC even though he’s a nice guy 😢) | s, f

cliche drabble: bar and jungkook saves you @hueseok​ - drabble | >1k | strangers, bar, some knight in shining armor kook, prompt: "a drunk dude tries to seduce you at a bar and you start to feel uncomfortable then a cute stranger, jungkook, saves you by saying she's with me" | f

cliche drabble: dramatic wedding objection @/hueseok - drabble | >1k | wedding au, star-crossed lovers, OC to marry someone else (arranged)  | f

drabble: camping trip with bestfriend!jungkook @rmverse​ - drabble | 1.1k | bestfriend au, oh there’s only one bed trope (only it’s a sleeping bag), camping | s

Drabble: single dad jungkook e2l with kid’s teacher @1kook - drabble | >1k | single dad au, kindergarten teacher!oc, enemies to lovers, really cute | f

Fireflies @impossiblewriter - one shot | 20k | epistolary au, prince!jungkook, princess!reader, best friend AU, childhood friends, war au, fictional country, kinda angsty| a, f

Fuck You, Ana. Sincerely, Jungkook @jamkookies​ - one shot | 30k | Barista!Jungkook, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort fic, themes of eating disorder/anorexia, humor (OC is actually funny but in a sarcastic way), coworker AU, coffee shop | a, f, implied s

Handwritten @jeonocho - one shot | 2.5k | epistolary, soldier!jungkook, war au, one day Jungkook stopped writing | a, f

I Can’t Wait to Tell You, I Told Ya @moon-write​ - one shot | 16.2k | single dad!jungkook (who is kind of a player), bestfriend!OC, cute relationship between OC and the daughter, unrequited love from OC, idiots to lovers | a, f

I Hate That I’m In Love With You @prkchimins - 📱 SMAU with written parts  | Fuckboy AU, College AU, Enemies to Lovers, Jungkook as a ticket to get invited to parties (Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and OC) |  A, F, implied S

Intense Desires @kookscrescent​ - drabble | 1.2k | boyfriend au, just pwp about kook going feral and just going at it like there’s no tomorrow | s

It Should Be Me @you-know-bts - one shot | 4.3k | brother’s best friend au, overprotective!jungkook (and brother yoongi), abusive boyfriend!Minho | a, f

I’ll Love You Until You Love Yourself @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue​ - one shot | 3.4k | Exes AU, Noona!OC, OC got called by friends when Jungkook was so drunk, toxic methods of coping with breakup | a

Jeon Husband @breakiebunny​ - one shot | 8.7k | Arranged Marriage or Contract Marriage, CEO AU, OC wants out and Jungkook is suddenly threatened, jealous!jungkook, feat Yoongi | s, f

Knight in Distress @jimilter- drabble | 2.5k | chaebol!jungkook, heir au, enemies to lovers, co-workers, CEO!Jungkook, OC high position too, shirtless jungkook in water | f, a

Liars and Fire @kpopfanfictrash - one shot | 3.1k | Exes AU, ex-husband!jungkook, turned FWB | a, s

Love You Like a Love Song @dat-town - drabble | 1.8k | Best Friend AU, friends since high school, College AU, Jungkook’s birthday, OC baked a cake, fluff ensues 🥰 | f

Not Like You @oureuphoria​ - one shot | 28k | single dad au, boxer!jungkook, enemies to lovers, childhood acquaintance, childhood enemy, slow burn | f, a

Old Friends, Warm Eyes @xiaokoo - drabble | 979 | Hurt/Comfort, both got cheated on 😢, met at the park, ex-classmates | f

Stoic + Redemption @blue-jade​ - one shot | 4.2k | CEO AU, cheater!jungkook, angsty ugh, OC would rather take fake love/gestures than admit he’s cheating  | a, s (there’s a sequel! please check author’s mtl)

Stress Reliever @imaginethisbts​ - one shot | 2.6k | domestic au, established relationship au, boyfriend!jungkook after a very stressful day at work, pwp | s

Sweet Apology @unbeli-bubble​ - drabble | 1.8k | established relationship, domestic au, Jungkook ditched OC for time with friends, soft dom!jungkook | s, f

Which, as They Kiss, Consume @banqdanfnfic​ - one shot | 4k | tattoo artist!jungkook, established relationship, boyfriend au, OC’s first time to get a tattoo and asked boyfriend jungkook to do it (their relationship is not sexual yet so skdjskl the tattoo scene is just full of sexual tension) | s, f

Thank you dear authors for your stories! It was a seriously exhausting month for me with all the changes at work and I’m glad I have these stories to escape to 😢.

posted: 2021 Aug 05

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[aftgficrec]

Do you know of any fics where Andrew and Neil get kid/s, either having them themselves, adopting, or one of them having a younger sibling they need to take care of?

(Preferably not abandoned)

Thank you so much.

Oh, there are so, so many fics about Andreil with kids or siblings!  Our previous posts contain many complete fics, but who knows of a complimentary comment or kudos on an older wip wouldn’t provide the author with the encouragement and motivation to continue?

The fics included in this post are either complete, or have been recently updated.  And don’t forget the behemoth that is ‘Blame It On My Youth’ (previously rec’ed here), a wip that updates consistently and currently stands at over 1 million words! - S

Also see …

Andreil dad aus here

recent Andreil with kids here

long complete Andreil with kids here

Andreil adopt Kevin here

Andreil fostering/adopting here

cute parental Andreil here

complete Andreil as parents here

Andreil with a kid before meeting here

Andreil and Kandreil with kids here  

K(andreil) fostering here

new single parent/domestic with kids here

kid fics here

new kid fics (parental) here

the minyards with long lost siblings or kids here

Neil with a kid/younger sibling here

Neil with a twin here

Neil with a brother/sibling here

Neil with a sister here

Neil with a half-sister here

Foxes taking in a younger sibling here

‘Pinch of Salt’ here

‘A Home for the Holidays’ here

‘Say You'll Stay’ here

‘I could carve you in my dermis’ here

‘My Brother's Keeper’ here

‘where the heart is’ series, ‘Forming a Family; Forging a Future,’ and ‘We Are Survivors’ here

‘"Do you see my old man’s scowl? That’s his nice face…"’ here

‘Meant to Be Loved’ here

‘spilt coffee and bumped heads’ here

‘Bean.’ (a/b/o with mpreg) here

‘All Hail the Underdogs’ here

‘Growing With You’ here

Big Brother, I'm Just Like You by hoziertozier  [Rated T, 16312 words, incomplete, last updated March 2022]

What if Neil got a call weeks, months after Baltimore, that he had a little sister? Well, this series of vignettes shows how he and the other Foxes would adjust to having a kid around, and also gives a new point of view on Neil, Andrew, and the Foxes.

Everyone, meet Charlotte Josten.

(this originally started as posts on my tumblr, and i'm still gonna make those but i'm moving it onto here as well for ease of navigation. very self-indulgent, i'm very passionate about these characters healing slowly goddamnit!)

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks

Jostens And Minyards by Flaunt_the_weird [Not Rated, 21713 words, incomplete, last updated March 2022]

“And why did you sign me up?” he asked, drawing her attention back to him.

“Would you believe me if I said it was supposed to be a prank?” Nyla asked him with an innocent, almost sheepish, expression that did not fool Neil for a second. He was having words with her once they get out of here.

“Did you or did you not?” Neil asked again.

“Did” she replied, this time her eyes flickered with concern.

“Nyla I presume?” asked Wymack.

AFTG but they all have to babysit while fighting the mafia.

tw: canon-typical violence, tw: internalised homophobia

and there is happiness. by smokeandspirits [Rated G, 881 words, complete, 2022]

She wonders if this is what it means to be happy. Happiness - that word that never meant much to her because it was the definition of a feeling and it was a feeling Piper had never felt. She wants to know if that is what she's feeling now; if happiness is bubbles in your chest like fizzy  lemonade, is warmth like the sun on your skin, is your face aching because you're smiling and smiling and smiling. So she does something she was never allowed to do with Ma and Pa - she asks.

~~~~

Neil and Andrew adopt a daughter; this is her realising they make the best parents (because i believe they would)

After You Two by Fox_Fan13 [Not Rated, 13482 words, incomplete*, last updated Feb 2022]

Neil is forced to have a child after his father kidnaps him, but after his father hurts his son, he decides to take things into his own hands and has him killed. After getting out safely with his uncle, they move to London with him, but decides to move back after reconnecting with his old roommate Matt.

He goes, not knowing that his first heartbreak was still living in the small town of Palmetto.

tw: child abuse, tw:  violence

*there’s only an epilogue to come

It’s like being smashed in the stomach by allforthegayz [Not Rated, 3346 words, complete, 2021]

She took the seat and pulled out her jotter, reading what was on the board and listened to the teacher talk. It’s fine. She could get through this. She took a sip of her water and focused on getting the work done.

Only an hour till break, you’ll be fine.

Post-canon, Andrew and Neil have two daughters and one of them feels sick and calls Andrew to come pick her up. Andrew comforting his daughter + soft Andreil aka what you get from me when i’m angst about my period.

Big brown eyes by LukaHatsune [Not Rated, 3354 words, complete, 2021]

"But there was something, something like acceptance.

Nina accepted Neil before they could even figure it out, something like an automatic connection, something that might have happened between him and Aaron if they had stayed together or met earlier. Nina looked at Neil and blinked, lying her head on his shoulder soon after, Nicky made a sound that sounded like a cat meow that called King Fluffkins and Sir Fat Cat straight into the room.

Andrew would later discover that only Aaron had seen something that seemed close to a smile pulling on his face."

Or

Andrew and Neil adopt a little girl.

the one that got away (now stay) by neilwrites [Rated T, 5792 words, complete, Aftg Exchange 2021]

Andrew fiddles with his keychain. “Oh, you know, I’m not sure if we’ll be able to make it.”

“Oh, no! Are the girls okay?”

Andrew turns around to watch as Hazel drools on her shirt and Sienna takes turns between giggling and shrieking at an inhuman frequency.

He didn’t think far enough ahead to create an excuse to go back home. Fuck.

“It’s just that the meeting will start in five minutes—” Renee says, dangerously neutral.

“I know, maybe next week—”

“— and I can see the Mas parked out front.”

Damn it.

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Andrew Minyard, forced to attend a 'Single Parent Support Group' meeting by his best friend, Renee Walker, unexpectedly comes face to face with his old teenage crush. Although looking at him (and Renee), it's not so unexpected to him. Just where have you been, Neil Josten? And where did that four-year-old carbon copy of you come from?

tw: implied/referenced violence

We Are Family by LufwoodEmilius [Rated T, 23052 words, complete, Aftg Big Bang 2021]

Andrew and Neil never considered having a family. Not until other Foxes began and then family suddenly became important. Look into the little family moments of the Minyard-Josten family from birth until age ten. Chaos ensues but also warm family moments. They never knew that being fathers would be so good.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLj4t8aGZLva5KKy85DsgmUmXsrgqgYTI8

For an additional bit of fun I made a playlist for the fic as well.

Thanks to caraleadraws for doing the art. And RainbowObsidian for betaing this mega fic!!!! You two rock!

NB: art for this fic by @caraleadraws here

blood on their teeth by foxholedumbasses (everyonedeservesamiracle) [Rated T, 6558 words, complete, 2021]

Marian wakes up to her mother’s steely face and her younger brother’s sleepy one. She is the one who stays awake in the car with Mary as Nathaniel slips back into dreams. She is the one who asks, “Where are we going?”

And she knows Mary’s smile is fake when Mary replies, “An adventure.”

-

Katelyn Williams is born as Marian Ophelia Wesninski and the world shifts sideways

What if Neil had a younger sister? by @the-high-queen-emory [tumblr, 2022]

okay, i feel like this headcanon is popping up more and more and I have some things to add to it

Wesninski Brothers Au by @you-are-a-fox [tumblr, 2018]

(Just something I thought of. Don’t know if it’s been done before.)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Neil and Aiden Wesninski art

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: violence

Aiden Wesninski by @you-are-a-fox [tumblr, 2018]

Part 1, Part 2

Aiden Wesninski art

[littlemisspascal]

New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

The Library has been updated so multichaptered/multipart fics are marked with a bold S. Hope this makes finding fics easier for y’all 😊

New Works Added ✨

@just-here-for-the-moment Frankie  Basic Training

@musings-of-a-rose Frankie  Keeper of My Heart

@supernaturalgirl20 Frankie  Wanna Get Outta Here?

@chaoticgeminate Frankie + Dieter  Never Really Over

@forever-rogue​ Frankie  Beachside

@redcrvette Javier  Flesh & Blood

@toomanystoriessolittletime Javier  Proposal Prompt

@icanbeyourjedi Whiskey The Water Tower

@agentwhiskeysdarlin Whiskey  Bucking the Bronco

@heyhilana Whiskey  Risky Nights

@blueeyesatnight Marcus M  Communication Problems

@lowlights Javi G  Mi Media Naranja

@din-jarhead​ Javi G  Cross My Heart

@clydesducktape Pero  Patience and Time

@juletheghoul Din  The Covert

@asta-lily Din  A Tale of Two Brothers – Eye of the Beholder

@omgreally​ Din  Reckless

@pagannightwitch Dieter  Listening In

@insomniamamma​ Ezra  Collide

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As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let me know and I’ll remove them asap 😊