#foxes hunt the hounds fic tag

[cryptophasiac]

for @bandombigbang (btw you don’t have to know anything about the hunger games to read it)

new chapter every sunday

[julietslament]

The Butcher and The Rabbit Ch. 1

Stone Butch!Huntress x High Femme!Reader

Summery: You lived exactly as you were supposed to. You said your prayers by night. Married the correct man and filled your time as a homemaker. Everything as you were told, yet none of it could prevent the war reaching your doorstep. Forcing you to flee your constructed reality. Straight into the past you left to rot in the woods.

Content Tags/Warnings: DEAD DOVE, Allusions to SA, Slight Gore, Captor/Captive, Eventual Smut, Dubcon, Horror Themes, Childhood Friends to Strangers to lovers

A/N: This will be a very self-indulgent Dark Fic. I will add to the tags as they come.

The sun falls like a guillotine. Its last vestiges of light illuminating your path as you slink through the wood. Pine needles fall onto your shoulders as you push branches out of your way. The red forest was dense, a horrid maw—your only salvation.

Your footfalls are tentative and unsteady. In your haste to escape you had shoved on your husband's hunting boots. The laces are still undone, and the soles twice your size. Paired with the fact you weren’t even a runner on your best day these boots were life threatening. If you were thinking clearer perhaps you would take them off. Endure the forest floor with your bare feet, but the light dust of snow had you far too worried about frostbite. As if you would survive that long.

In the distance, the boisterous sounds of soldiers echoed through the trees. Hounds on a fox trail. Barking for the thrill of the chase. 

Yet you would not be barreling through the trees like a spooked deer; you had to be clever. You knew these woods better than them. You knew they were strangers, and the forest would treat them as such, but would it be kind to you? 

The canopy above darkens. The last rays of the sun fade behind you. As you struggle to make out the overgrown path in front of you the sounds of men grow closer. Too close.

How? Were your tracks so easy to follow? Had the forest forsaken you? Gripping at the jagged bone hanging from your necklace, you prayed under your breath pleas that you would live. Words of worship falling do the dirt beneath your boots. 

Moving along branches dig into the fabric of your sleeves. The foliage grows thicker. Holding your skirt aloft could not even save it from the grasping branches. Bark-laden fingers trying to drag you back. Pulling you away from the path. Perhaps you should listen, but how could you? The only thing your mind could focus on were all the things that could happen to you if you were caught.

Dogs will hunt. 

Until the rabbit hangs limp from its jaws.

Are the trees getting closer together? Unable to stay low to the ground, the bush too thick, you were forced onto your feet. Looking around it was dark. Too dark, you could barely make out your hands in front of you. Your chest rises and falls as you try to get your bearings. Your body twisting this way and that, not even the moon could pierce the branches above you. Was the moon even out tonight? Were there ever stars in the sky?

An inexplicable terror fills your bones. The darkness is suffocating. Standing still as thoughts begin to swirl around in your head. In your head? Or were the trees whispering to you? 

‘Where are you going?’

‘Are they close?’

‘They have to be.’

‘you can hear them.’

‘I can hear them.’

‘You can hear them’

‘I can hear them right behind me.’

A hot huff of air blows a strand of hair into your face. Your body goes rigid, sweat beading down the back of your neck. As you listen. The sound of air huffing. In then out. Breathing? No. It was smelling you, inhaling your scent. An animal?

Out of the corner of your vision, you see a light, a lantern dancing around the trees. Without a thought you dart towards it, possessed by your fear. You barrel towards the beacon too afraid of the beast behind you to think of the dangers in front of you.

You can’t hear anything over the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears but you know you're being chased. You can feel it. The aura of a predator. Reaching its claws towards your back. The lantern gets closer. Hope fills your chest. You can make it! You're gonna make it.

As you reach the ring of light, its glow warming your face, a gunshot rings out. Sliding to the floor you duck. Then it’s only a second before you discover your mistake. In front of you, with a lantern in his hand, stands a man dressed in uniform. His pistol raised right where you had been standing. It seems the rabbit has run straight into the jaws of the hound. You don’t stay a second longer as he yells over his shoulder, no doubt alerting his comrades that the hunt has ended.

Pushing yourself up to your feet you stumble forward. Once again sprinting into the unknown. Relying only on the adrenaline pumping through your muscles you barrel through branches. This time you can hear the footsteps rushing behind you. The light of their lantern is close enough to see in front of you.

Another shot and the bark of a tree explodes next to your head. Forcing you to pivot. A hard left that sends you straight into a thicket, thorns dig into your skin. Ripping at your clothes but you can’t stop. Tearing yourself through the clawing branches, the sounds of fabric ripping mix with the laughter of your pursuers. Finally, you feel your hand hit bare dirt. Digging your nails into the earth you clamber forward.

There’s no path ahead anymore but that doesn’t matter. 

‘Need to get away.’

‘Need to run.’ 

Fear pushes you further. Your limbs grow numb, your breathing impossible to control but weakly you persist. Until you feel the trees open up. This is it. The forest is giving you a way forward.

One step, and you're straight back into the ground. Head slamming flat into the dirt and before you can even think a scream tears through your throat. Pain flares through your ankle, burning up your leg. 

Twisting around you try to make sense of the sudden, searing pain in your ankle. However, the darkness doesn’t even allow you to see your oose and tugging your leg back only makes you cry harder. Fat tears of despair fall down your plump cheeks. Reaching down you feel for any blood but your fingers meet the cold texture of steel. Digging its jaws deep into the soft leather of the boot, puncturing your flesh.

‘This is it. You're caught.’

‘They’re going to kill you.’

‘They’re going to do worse than that.’

The voices chase you still. Furling the fear that grips your being. The steady thrum of dread that shields you from the pain. 

Soft light begins to glow onto your pathetic figure. What a sight you must be. Covered in dirt. Bloodstained and unable to stop your desperate sobs. Shaking like a newborn lamb.

Light fills your vision. What should be a guiding star is now the beacon of your execution. 

The hounds have finally reached you. Just as they always would. Just as they always had. 

Three of them, dressed in army fatigues,  burst out of the trees. Boxing you in. Only one of them held his gun aloft, pointing his pistol straight to your head. He stood in the center, the other two had weapons of their own. One a rifle hanging idly in his grasp. The third, holding a lantern of his own, gripped a knife in his fist. Each of them leering down at the prey in their grasp.

As your eyes darted between them they began speaking in a language foreign to you. Not speaking to you of course but with each other. Discussing something. Their body language was so casual it left your hair on end. The words didn't make sense, but they didn't need to. What else could they be talking about?? What other reason could they have to chase you so far? Your death would not be a swift one.

Leisurely the one with the knife begins sauntering towards you. Then something snaps in your brain. You scream again. Now in a fury as if that’s going to deter him.  Spitting and hissing as a final act of self preservation. The man’s smile only widens. Cooing words at you as his leather-gloved hands reach towards you. Hands that would never touch you. 

In a blink, you watch as a hatchet buries itself into the side of his cap. His wide eyes locked on yours still as he stumbled to the side. Gasping for words before falling to the ground. You can’t tear your gaze away. You stare as his hands still twitch. His lantern still clutched tightly in his grasp.

The soldiers behind the now corpse start yelling into the trees. Both now with guns at the ready, aimlessly pointing them into the shadows. You turn your head left. Then right, trying to get a glimpse of this new danger. Peering into the bush the lantern light just barely touches a few feet beside you.

An eerie silence descends on the red forest. Not even the sound of the wind through the trees to calm your nerves. 

One of the soldiers creeps forward, shining his lantern deeper in. The light swallowed by the pitch black. He speaks in commands, you think as if ordering the shadows around him to surrender.

In front of you soldier with the rifle stands frozen, his grip on his gun too tight. You can see him trembling. He takes one step back then a great hand reaches out of the darkness. Gripping him by the hair and dragging him backwards. A scream pierces the air, the sounds of struggling. Then something that sounds of wet branches snapping.

To your left, you can hear the last soldier standing scream out, before shooting wildly into the bush. Releasing as many bullets as he can, the shots pounding through your skull until all you hear is clicking. You don’t look as the soldier desperately fumbles to reload. No, you can’t look away from the darkness in front of you. You shouldn’t. 

‘Watch. Witness.’

Stalking into the light you see the face of a rabbit. A wooden mask splattered with blood affixed to the face of a hulking body. Towering over the scene. Muscles taut as they reveal themselves. The sleeves of their tattered shirt rolled up to the elbow, exposing the blood trailing up their forearm. A large wood cutting ax is held firmly in their hands, but the only thing you could focus on is its eyes. A pale blue that brings back memories of when you were a child. Of stories, your father would tell you. Of bodarks roaming the wood. Of the stryga that huntsmen

Lost in your admiration you flinch as the creature from the wood lunges forward. In two swift strides, it has him by the neck. The wood cutter's ax sunk deep into the muscle of his shoulder, as though it were only butter. He barely has time to scream before he’s thrown to the ground. The thing presses a bandaged foot down onto his chest, pinning him to the earth. A predator hovering over its prey. With his body pressed down the ax is yanked from his skin. The masked figure raises the weapon above their head and you suddenly realize it’s a woman. The ax swings down, cleaving his face in two. 

You can’t bear to look anymore. Can’t bring yourself to open your eyes or even will your limbs to stop shaking. Your hand goes to your necklace. Trying to seek any form of comfort in your last moments. It goes quiet again, and you wait for the ax.

You feel something. Cold fingers brush softly against your calf. A sharp yelp escapes your throat. A knee-jerk reaction as you open your eyes and come face to face with the bloody rabbit mask. She’s crouched down next to your trembling body, you hadn’t even heard her get closer. She doesn’t acknowledge your scream, merely inspects the trap still locked onto your ankle. With her so close now you can make out the features of her face. 

The mask covers all but her lips and jawline. Scars travel from beneath the bloody wood, marring her pale skin. One cuts straight through her top lip, pulling it up just enough for her canine to peak out. Your gaze drifts downwards, following the contours of her neck. More scars. All the way to where her broad shoulders are hidden beneath the ragged cotton of her shirt. Her clothes seem worn. They look like things men in the village would wear.

As you drift slowly back up to her face, pale blue eyes stare back at you, fixated on your features. Her head cocked to the side. As if she’s trying to figure something out. 

A hum fills the silence. A lullaby. One that you’ve heard thousands of times as a child. She’s singing a lullaby under her breath. You're not sure how to react. Something about this fills you with a sense of peace. Some nostalgic feeling, from winter's past.

A dirt-covered hand reaches towards you. Moving the hair from your face. Gently, her fingers trace along the contours of your cheek. Mapping out your features. Delicately she trails a line down your neck, following the cord of your necklace. Towards your panting of your breast. Stopping at the small animal jaw dangling from your neck. Fingering the edges of its teeth. 

She’s leaning over you now. Staring intently at the worn bone. Her steady breath fanning against your cheeks. She shifts and you feel her other hand brushes against your waist. At the sound of you gasp. As if you’ve burned her. 

The lullaby cuts off, and for a moment you just stare at each other. Before her gaze darts to the ground and she seems almost… bashful, you think. Slowly your mind begins to come back to you. Thoughts racing as to what you should do. She wasn’t threatening you, in fact, she had saved you. Hope fills your chest once again. 

Sparing a glance at the mutilated face of the fallen soldier behind her you hold onto that thought. Sitting up a little straighter you lean closer to her, tilting your head to meet her gaze.

“Help me, please.” Your voice is hoarse. Hardly able to speak above a whisper. 

She looks at you. Startled. Like she was amazed that you could speak. She stares for a moment, long enough for you to worry about her intentions. That perhaps you were mistaken. That maybe you would meet the same fate as those men but she turns to look at the trap still clinging to your boot. 

With a practiced hand, she presses down on the metal. A click and the jaws are released.

Relief floods your lungs as you're able to pull your leg back. The pain lingers but something stops it from fully reaching your brain. Perhaps the thick leather saved you from a broken bone, you hope. Leaning down you go to take off the boot. Desperate to know what lies beneath but a hand on your wrist stops you.

“Don’t.” The first word she says to you. Her voice is rough, harsh as the winter, and coarse as sandpaper. Sounding as if she’d never used it until this very moment. 

Your hand stills as you stare up at her. Unable to deny the authority in her voice you can’t help but listen. Watching as she slides her hand up your arm. Goosebumps shoot up your skin. Her other arm scoops under your legs. Then before you can protest, she hauls you over her shoulder, careful of the pain in your leg.  

The last thing you see is the corpses of the soldiers, fading into the red pines. Their remains swallowed by the earth as this strange woman whisks you away.

[runekirikjartan]

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Fic authors self-rec! List your favourite five fics that you've written, then tag at least five other writers! Spread the self-love. 💙

I was tagged by @marloviandevil and have spent the last like 45 minutes agonizing over which fics I feel are worth posting, thank you though bc now I've evaluated and have found some gems I forgot about writing

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talking to the moon Ship: CT-782 - Hevy/Reader Rating: M Summary: Finding the frequency was an accident. Falling in love with Hevy, that, that was just fate. Why this one: This was the fic I wrote in 24 hours after rewatching the Rishi episode and it was honestly self-indulgent, but it's got both a bittersweet ending and an alternate ending so it's the best of both worlds Status: Finished

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Signs of the Skrill Ship: Dagur the Deranged/Bragi the Berserk (Original Character), Viggo Grimborn/Original Character(s) Rating: M Summary: As the youngest chief in the Barbaric Archipelago, Dagur the Deranged quickly learned three things; first, you can always forgive but never forget. second, your family is your life, and third, you can't rule alone. Bragi the Berserk has known three things to be true: first, family was what you made it, second, it was entirely possible to be lonely in a room full of people, third, if you give someone your heart, you better hope they would keep it. Two young men attempt to navigate duty, grudges, honour and glory, while trying to keep each other afloat. Why this one: I always wondered what would happen if the How To Train Your Dragon franchise (specifically Race To The Edge) would fare if it met more Game of Thrones style writing. Now I'm definitely not the next GRRM but It has been an interesting explanation into the side characters who had plenty of potential. Currently being re-written from its original finished state. My pride and joy fanfic, have been working on this since 2014 when I first started watching HTTYD and the fic has quite literally grown with me. Status: Unfinished.

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when the rain comes down Ship: Halfdan the Black/Original Male Character(s) Rating: M Summary: King Harald arrives in Kattegat, Bragi moves to follow his fate, as it comes in the form of brown, wild eyes and blond hair. Why this one: What's a bit of fruitiness within a period-piece drama about vikings? Very dramatic, many liberties taken with plot, a fix-it in the works. Currently being re-written from its original finished state. Status: Unfinished.

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4. don't wanna cry but i break that way

Ship: Nil Gen Relationship: Hound & Original Clone Trooper(s) Rating: M Summary: Chasers died, either by falling off the multi-levels of Coruscant, or by getting shot, or they went missing in the middle of the night on patrol, or Hound lost them during chases on Coruscant's duracrete sidewalks.

He couldn't get attached. Why this one: Admittedly this is probably one of the best Coruscant Guard centric fics I've written (and there's a lot of them). Hound is a character we see very little of (about 1 minute of screentime) but a man and his dog always make me happy... so I may have given him a little bit of sadness too. Part of the Fox & His Shinies series which is my current pride and joy of Clone Wars fics. Status: Finished.

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5. the poor run with smoke lungs

Ship: Nil Gen Relationship: CC-1010 | Fox & CT-7567 | Rex, CC-1010 | Fox & Original Clone Troopers (s), Dogma & CC-1010 | Fox Rating: M Summary: A vignette style fic about how the 501st and Coruscant Guard coped with being forced to share a space at General Skywalker's command while the Jedi General tracked down Rako Hardeen for the killing of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Why this one: A part of the Clone Wars that is rarely delved into because it's immediately preceded by Umbara, Kadavo and followed by the Wrong Jedi Arc and the Chip Arc. I didn't think many people realized that the 501st were essentially employed to the senate the whole time that Anakin was hunting down Rako Hardeen. Part of the Fox & His Shinies series which is my current pride and joy of Clone Wars fics. Status: Unfinished.

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I have honorary mention for: two worlds - COD x Avatar Crossover gen fic. Summary: When Phillip Graves gets the opportunity to venture out onto the remote moon, Pandora, a million miles away, at his little brother's recommendation, he takes it with open arms.

--- Tagging - only if you want to! @mamuzzy-creates-stuff/@mamuzzy, @whiskygoldwings, @ithillia, @blackat-t7t, @kworking

[ghostoftonantzin]

The WIP Graveyard Game

@phasmama was kind enough to tag me back on her post

The rules: post snippets from at least on WIP you have abandoned! Mine are going under the cut, because I'm going to post the full five, mostly from 2020-2021 times.

I'm going to tag another 5 people, because I can >:) : @achaosmuppet @theshriekingsisterhood @madelgard (yes I know you moved into the star wars fandom, but still) @starkurt, @indashadows

WIP Title: Laura Branigan Lyric (that's what the word doc is called)

Concept: 1980s AU, focused on Laszlo and Nadja as high powered business people with a sideplot of Nandermo paralleling Guillermo's season 2 arc.

Abandoned because: tbh this one was mostly just one I liked to turn around in my head. It never got past the outlining phase.

Snippet:

His friends frequently describe the joy of conquest to him. Finding a beautiful woman, a model or a music video vixen or both, taking her to the hottest restaurants, introducing her to their friends, showing her the kind of life they lead, on the cutting edge.

It reminds Laszlo of the foxes the hounds chased on hunts on his childhood manor. He imagines the woman as a fox set upon by hounds, torn apart under their small teeth.

But this, this… is like being caught, helpless, in the jaws of a lioness.

(this was the only part that made it past outlining)

WIP Title: tie a ribbon back around it

Concept: Jenna/Shanice, Jenna comes to visit Shanice after she's turned

Abandoned because: it just kind of stayed near the bottom of my WIP list until it fell off, pretty much. Plus I could never get the Jenna POV feeling quite right.

Snippet:

Jenna’s phone said 9:16 p.m., so she figured Shanice would be back from her chemistry night lab pretty soon. She shouldn’t be late, unless she got murdered on that one stretch of the walk from the chemistry building to her new dorm with no lights or police call boxes. Jenna knew it was a good place to get murdered, because Nadja had told her so when Jenna had shown it to her.

One downside to being a vampire was the whole no-reflection thing, which made it hard to check her lipstick in the glass. The lipstick was new, a plum wine red color that the saleslady at Sephora said looked good with her skin tone. Not that she didn’t like the red Nadja had lent her on their first night out! But this was one of those liquid lipsticks that was supposed to stay on through anything.

WIP Title: you've got me living only for the night

Concept: a follow-up to come in from the edge (and let the good times roll), my second-ever fic, the one with Karen (from Collaboration, remember her?) and two of the ladies from Simon's gang. Karen is now living with the Freak Sisters and performing at

Abandoned because: partly because it got struck down so thoroughly by future canon installments, and partly because I fell out of love with the idea.

Snippet:

She sits down in the living room to wait for Mr. Fifties. The Freak Sisters had flown ahead, something about a meeting at the club before the show. They obviously hadn’t needed Karen to know more about it, so she hadn’t asked. She’d felt bad about making Mr. Fifties drive, but Despoina had put another bobby pin in Akeldama’s red wig and patiently explained how he was usually looking for an excuse to bring out his stick shift convertible anyway.

They’ve got her bloodstained bra and underwear framed on the wall, like a sports jersey. It’s a little embarrassing, Karen thinks. She can tell how cheap the lace is now; most of hers costs at least twice that now. She models every pair for them, which is more of a thing for her than for them, but they still clap and leer and pull her in close every time.

The Leatherskins have all always been polite about her, but Mr. Fifties has always been a perfect gentleman. He offers her his arm at the door, though she’s wearing slip on sneakers and not heels. Her heels are usually too high for her to really walk in. The Freak Sisters really like that, especially Despoina.

WIP Title: Vampire King

Concept: a follow-up to such strenuous living, i just don't understand, aka the one where Guillermo is a volunteer at a vampire sanctuary. This was intended to be the follow-up covering the release of the documentary being filmed in the original fic.

The documentary being Vampire King, about the controversies behind Simon the Devious's Sassy Cat Vampire Ranch and Guillermo de la Cruz's campaign to have it shut down.

Abandoned because: other ideas took precedence and I didn't want to learn to code the fake tweets. It also never got past the brainstorming stage.

WIP Title: Die, Cry, Hate

Concept: post-season-2 on the run fic, this time where the vamps go and stay with an old friend of Nandor's, Madame Beausoleil, a creepy French ex-aristocrat vampire with live-laugh-love type taste in decor (hence the title) and a questionable tendency towards hypnotizing her familiars. She decides to repay Nandor's past help by hypnotizing Guillermo to seduce him.

Abandoned because: this was brainstormed in the post-s2 hiatus, and canon continuing past that diminished my interest in the idea. Also never got past the outlining stage.

Snippet (in outline form):

-M.B. is laying boxes out on her coffin, kind of ignoring him

            -coffin looks slightly out of place in the room; large white, carved into deep, intricate panels with elaborate motifs and inlaid heavily with gold and accented with pale pinks and blues

-Guillermo asks her about her relationship to Nandor

            -she’s known him a long time, helped her out a lot in Paris, owes him a lot of favors

-turns to him “You will submit to my dark power.”

-fuck.

-“You will be Nandor’s for the daytime, for him to do with as he pleases.”

-“alright, strip”

-Guillermo starts taking his clothes off, stake falls out of his sleeve, sees MB. watching it fall to the floor, but can’t move to do anything about it

-she’s absolutely going to kill him

-She picks up a stake “I didn’t know Nandor was into gardening. I’d always taken that as more of Laszlo’s hobby”

-naked, looking at her, she gestures towards the boxes

-he goes to look at them, opens the boxes

            -lingerie: red and silk-like, black and strappy, white and lacy, pink and sheer

            -she tells him to pick out the pair he think Nandor would like

-“I had to guess your cup size.” She said, glancing at his chest with a furrowed brow.

-feels like he’s walking on the floor above a great machine, feeling its motion beneath him without comprehending it

            -brain working without him

-picks white and lacy (“always knew Nandor was a big fan of the wedding night look”), slides on underwear, garter, stockings

[grimaussiewitch]

Hello, I know I'm 6 months late and you probably confused but. I'm an passerby who found your post about "Let's be alone together" by Poker on hermit! tommy tag. And never know the fic and decided to give it a try, to keep it short. I found a new fic to read with. Never know i needed a dark hermitcraft fic, and yet here we are. So thanks for introducing me into it.

Yoooo I'm glad you're enjoying it! Yeah I've never seen dark!hermitcraft before but Poker did a great job. Quite surpised it's not a thing but I think most hermit fans hate making a hermit or two villains which fair lol.

Funny enough they're writing another dark!hermitcraft fic as a crossover sequel to The Snow King, aka a dark sbi!fic with Tubbo as the lead in a fae realm. Although if you're like me you're gonna have to read The Snow King first before The Foxes Hunt The Hounds.

[theoriginalladya]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by @mtreebeardiles - thank you so much, my friend! tagging anyone who would like to share a snippet of their own writing.

I know I've been quiet the past few weeks, and while I have been busy on a story, it's a new original fic (a medieval fantasy) idea that I woke up with about two weeks ago and it has taken over my brain! BUT! After a couple of weeks of researching and world building, I actually do have a snippet I can share!

Setting: Medieval Britain ca. 1122

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Father had taught him to be silent while seeking the fish and it was a skill he had become good at over the years.  Absolute silence, Wulfric.  Let them come to you. What started as a soft rustle in the bushes behind him quickly escalated to crashing, thrashing branches.  A flock of ravens took flight, their loud cawing filling the late afternoon air and a scatter of black dots freckling against the sky.  Wulfric looked back over his shoulder and sighed heavily.  Too bad the wild boar haven’t learned at Father’s hand as well. The rustle continued and grew even louder.  Pulling his line from the river, Wulfric set it aside, falling into an easy crouch as he spared a quick look around for an avenue of escape.  The noise was coming from the right, but there was a tall tree just a short distance to his left.  Wild boar were common in these woods, but they were dangerous.  And this one sounded angry.  But Father always said he was quicker than a fox chased by a hunting hound. A sharp snap of a branch ripped through the air and caused Wulfric’s muscles to tense.  He would have darted to his left, but it wasn’t an enraged wild boar that stumbled out from the bushes, but a boy not much older than him.

[dr-runs-with-scissors]

Alright so very belated response to @multi-lefaiye tagging me in the "First line spoken lines" thingy! Thank you for tagging me btw!! This was fun! So idk how to go about this neatly so I'll use some of the Into the Woods crew and Sabine and Vanessa from my tftgs fic.

Into the Woods (Original story)

Liu - "Just a bad dream again."

Miles - "S'cuse me, d'you know where the library is?”

Swift - "How y'all doin'?"

Martin - "Please don't hurt me!"

Calvin - "Brothers, Sisters and Those Betwixt..."

Jacob - "Oh hey. You're new in town. Cool dog."

Ash - "You can't hide from us! These forests belong to our family. You are trespassing.”

Bonus Liu's parents

Matthew - "That's the first time you've slept through the night in ages and you still manage to look tired. You alright?"

Jonathan - "Bad dreams again? Wanna talk about them?"

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds (TFTGS fic)

Sabine - "Whoa there!"

Vanessa - "Nice Toulouse you are so cool!"

Gonna leave this an open tag. Sorry it's so short, I have other stories but these are the ones I felt like sharing. If all goes well I'll have into the woods' first chapter posted by year's end! (Tentative schedule of course.) I hope I did this right!

[redwinterroses]

so,y'know those myths of animals taking their skins off and transforming into humans? i had a dream a few days ago that martyn was something like that

he was a fox and i dont really remember much about the dream aside from martyn showing his skin to ren and explaining it to him??

so yeah,i just wanted to share this dream somewhere and i know you like the renchanting duo so i give this to you

*takes this and holds it gently*

Ooooooh... my myth and folktale loving brain just had a fireworks explosion. (y'all I almost went for a masters in folklore okay. I still consider it some days. This stuff is my JAM)

Because -- because, okay. So like... Martyn didn't really want to work for Ren at first, right? It was kind of an arrangement of convenience plus a bit of guilt from stealing the enchantments.

But what if--what if Martyn was a sort of kitsune/selkie creature? And Ren had his skin? Either because Martyn gave it to him as a debt thing, or Ren got it somehow (for some reason I automatically think "Etho got it and gave it to Ren" but I don't know WHY I go there).

And so you have this thing that starts as nearly a hostage situation, and then it develops to trust and loyalty and--OH

When the Black Heart Altar thing happens? Instead of just being like "Okay I hit you, now you are allowed to kill me if you want to" maybe that's when Ren gives him back his skin? As a true sign of trust: "not only am I completely vulnerable to you right now, I'm also giving you your freedom back." And Martyn stays.

oooooooo Anon. Anon how does it feel to have such wonderfully genius dreams?

...oh. Maybe...

Maybe I'll make this a folklore one like my Joel fic. O.O

Anon you are a delight, thank you.

[multi-fandom-freak0221]

If Your Done With Embarrassing Me On Your Own Won't You Go Ahead and Tell Them

Oh my god y'all have just blown me away. I was not expect so much positive feed back. I was screaming so much I could not Believe how much you guys liked that. And so many people are asking to be tagged in the next part thank you guys so much. Also can I just say moving from Google Docs to Tumblr was a bitch to do and I hated it. But y'all inspired me so much that I decided to just go ahead and type it up on tumblr and move it to Google Docs afterwards.

This part's title is from "Impossible" by Shontelle. The song in this part is "Young Volcanoes" by Fall Out Boy

This is Part 2 of my fic based on @misashabunbun 's Love of Three.

Part 1

Tagging List (I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE I NEED ONE.):

@thestressmademedoit @colorfulmongerpsychicranch @lizziejay @indecisive-mess-named-me @captainmac6 @luveverything12 @kris-pines04 @brokenwordsarehard2

To say Marinette was busy would be an understatement. Between working with Luka and Uncle Jagged producing her album as Neon Titanium and her friends insisting that they help heal her brokenheart she felt like she was caught in a whirl wind. But it was nice she had fun. Luka and Uncle Jagged knew how to turn the hard work of producing music into a fun experience while still being efficient. And her friends they had her laughing harder than she laughed in while and smiling brighter than their resident sunshine child. They did everything they could think off.

She went shopping with Chloe and Kagami. She watched horror movies with Alix, Nathaniel, and Adrien. Marc and Luka let her rant to them which turned into a crying session which then turned into a meditation session. And on top of that her and Peter hung out as well. Whether they just worked in silence together on their respective projects or they were pranking Uncle Tony, kwami did she have fun renaming the protocols on the Iron Man suit. Soon Peter easily fit his way into her group of friends abd he fit in perfectly. Everyone got along with him.

But he wasn't the last to join their ragtag group. Everyone was shocked when Felix Graham De Vanily came to their group offering Marinette condolences on her lost engagement. He was sincere and courteous so of course no one was surprised when Marinette invited him to join in the currently planned game of dodgeball, except maybe Felix himself. But nonetheless he joined in the competition and found himself hanging out with the rest of the group as well. Soon his cold off-standish demeanor was traded for sly smirks and slick humor that nobody caught at first except Marinette and Peter who would laugh openly at his responses.

Soon enough Felix was a part of the group and felt comfortable letting his guard down. It help that they didn't treat him as the Graham De Vanily heir or Adrien's asshole cousin. They treat him like Felix, the boy who while very proper cried watching Big Hero 6. Also the boy who slam dunked on Adrien without breaking a sweat. Yet he still is the master of backhanded compliments and insulting people with a smile and having them thank him. He could truly be himself and he was thankful.

And while he easily was getting along with everyone, anyone with easy could see he had a soft spot for Peter and Marinette in general. It was in the way his face would soften when looking at them. Or the way he would smile when Marinette would get excited over something. Or the way he always paid attention to Peter when he was geeking out. It was the way he softly teased them over their height, Marinette being the shortest of the group and Peter only being taller than Marinette and Alix. And everyone knew Marinette's heart was still healing, so it came no surprise when Felix and Peter started dating. And while everyone was happy for them no one, but Marinette herself missed the looks of longing both boys would send towards her.

Believe it or not Felix was not the most surprising addition to their friend group. No the last addition came soon after Marinette formally did an interview after too much press took notice of Damian Wayne's fiancee being seen for the first time in almost a year, in New York of all places.

She remembered Uncle Tony setting up the interview with someone he trusted. She was glad that this was only an interview as Damian Wayne's (ex) fiancee and not MDC or Neon Titanium. She can only imagine how big a deal it will be when she reveals. But that was future Marinette's problem. Present Marinette had to focus on what to say without giving too much details because no matter how much he deserved it, she didn't want to throw Damian to wolves like that. She settled on saying that she was going through some things and no longer was content in Gotham. She claimed that she decided it was in her best interest to leave, but she didn't want to make a big deal about which is why nothing had been said until now.

The interview went well and everyone accepted her answers. It was released about a month after she left Damian and two weeks since Peter and Felix started dating. She still got news alerts for Gotham so she was waiting with baited breath for her interview to reach the Gotham, but it never seemed to. No announcements from WE or the Wayne family in general. She couldn't say it didn't hurt that no one even realized she was gone yet. But what hurt more was when 2 weeks after her interview she got an alert from Gotham Gazette saying the Damian claimed they set a date for their wedding. She cried that day. How could he not even notice she was gone? Was he so used to lying about her and their relationship that he didn't even give a second thought to what he was saying any more? And while she despaired, she relished in the fact that her friends did not let her be alone. Her face was buried in Peter's neck, she was sat on Felix's lap, Chole was threading her fingers through her hair, her feet laid over Peter legs and settled on Marc's, Adrien sat on the floor in front of Felix a hand rest on her back and everyone gathered around as close as possible trying to physically reassure her. Luka was even humming softly. She appreciated all the love amd support she had and soon she was feeling much better. Eventually it turned into a puppy pile napping session and if she ended up curled up between Peter and Felix? Eh, nobody said anything.

It was these series of events that led to their newest and by far strangest addition to their friend group. Here it was, two days after Damian's announcement and here in front of her stands no other than Jonathan Kent, Damian's best friend.

"Hey, Mari. It's been a while, huh?" She could admit Jon looked nervous. The way he wouldn't meet her eyes and how his hand was rubbing his neck. But him bring nervous did nothing to calm her nerves about why he was even here.

Marinette took a deep breath and drew as much of her inner Ladybug as she could. "Why are you here, Jonathan?"

Jon flinched at how she used his full name. "I'm so sorry, Nette. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I didn't push harder. You were my friend too. I should have checked on you. Damian was such a good liar, I never knew. I should have known but I didn't and that doesn't excuse the fact that I wasn't there for you." Jon took a deep breath and finally met her eyes before speaking again. "But I'm going to do better, Nette. Whatever you need just say the word. Even if it means leaving. When we saw your interview Dad told Uncle Bruce to make sure his family was in order especially his youngest. He didn't give any details and Uncle Bruce got offended. I guess he did end up talking to Damian, but Damian doubled down on his lies and his family is believing him. But I know better because I saw what you said and I know even that wasn't the whole truth. So I want you to know I'm on your side."

Marinette was silent for a minute she study him and his words. The way she was looking at him made Jon feel like his whole soul was being judged, but he didn't dare look away. He needed her to know he meant it and that he was truly sorry for not being for. After a minute that felt like hours Marinette smiled softly at him. "I could always appreciate a hug from a friend." She held her arm open and Jon surged forward and hugged her tightly lifting her off the ground.

Marinette giggled a bit before he set her down. "Thanks, Jon for being here for me. I know Damian is you best friend-"

"He lost that right when he decided to lie to me repeatedly for his own benefit." Jon looked uncharacteristically upset at the fact.

"Well if you're in need of some more good friends, I know a group you should meet. Come on, we're about to have a pool day. I'm sure I have some swim trunks I've designed that you could probably fit. "

After they changed intl their respective swimwear, Mari led Jon to her Uncle Tony's pool where the rest of her friends were already waiting. "Hey guys! I'd like you to meet my friend Jon. He's in need of some good company."

Those who recognized Jon looked up surprised before see his nervous fidgeting and hearing Marinette's last sentence before nodding in understand. It was Peter who spoke up first. "Well any friend of Mari's is welcome with us. Come on we were about to play chicken fight!" And just like that their pool party was in swing. The played a couple pool games and had some snacks before Marinette decided to play some music. Soon a familiar tune was playing over the speakers.

When Rome's in ruins

It was Chole who started singing along first sitting laying on one of the pool chairs. In between Alix and Kagami.

We are the lions

Free of the colosseum.

In fields of poison

We're anitvenom

We're the beginning of the end.

Soon Alix was singing the next part as Chloe finished the first part.

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds

It's all over now

Before it has begun

We've already won

Luka was quick to pick up the chorus while trying to get everyone to join in with him.

We are wild

We are like young volcanoes

While everyone was distracted with singing Luka had Adrien and Jon sneak with him behind the girls in the pool chair. Each of them grabbed one and threw them in the water. Luka grabbed Kagami, Adrien grabbed Chloe and Jon grabbed Alix.

We are wild

Americana, exotica

Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby?

As everyone else's singing tapered off into laughing, Marinette picked up the next part solo as she walked to the diving board and climbed up.

Come on, make it easy, say I never mattered

Run it up the flag pole,

She ended her singing with a cannonball into the pool. Peter picked it up from his place in Felix's arms.

We will teach you how to make boys next door out of assholes

He sung his verse looking at Felix the whole time, who scoffed jokingly when Peter winked at him, but gave a him a kiss after he was done singing. Marc and Nathaniel picked up where he left off dueting together.

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds

And it's all over now

Before it has begun

We've already won

Soon everyone was singing along again to the chorus playing around splashing each other.

We are wild

We are like young volcanoes

We are wild

Americana, exotica

Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby?

Soon everybody had calmed down slightly singing a little quieter. Marinette her self was floating on her back towards the center of the pool. Smiling at all her support around her.

We are wild

We are like young volcanoes

We are wild

Americana, exotica

Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby?

As the song ended Jon was the first to speak. "What the fuck is in the water in Paris that makes y'all so talented?"

Peter laughed as he easily agreed, "That's what I said!"

Adrien chuckled at the Americans in their group antics. "To be fair, Felix is from London and Kagami is from Japan."

"Still! That is crazy. And Marinette I never knew you could sing like that!" Jon looked over towards the bluenette, his eyes softening at her.

Marinette giggled. "Neither did the rest of the world until Neon Titanium featured in Luka's last single."

"What?!" Jon exclaimed. "You're Neon Titanium?! I loved that song! Nette you're even more amazing than I thought."

Luka threw his hand up saying "Here, here." Making Marinette blush as all her friends joined in on complimenting her.

About a 3 weeks later, Marinette found herself working on a dress for her debut as Neon Titanium which uncle Tony insisted she do at a gala he's throwing. Which she suspects he's throwing just for her to debut because there was absolutely no gala planned before.

That was what she was doing when Jon, Felix, and Peter found her. It didn't take long for Jon to fit in with group. And with how often he stayed with them in New York instead of going back to Metropolis, no one was surprised when he started dating Peter and Felix. Marinette was happy for them even though it seemed like everyone was in happy relationships but her. But she knew she still had some things to work out before returning to the dating scene.

As they approached Marinette paused her sketching to look at her friends. "What's up guys? You needed something?"

The 3 boys looked at each other before Peter spoke up. "Yeah, actually. We wanted to tell you something." He rubbed the back of his neck before letting out a sigh. "We like you Marinette. A lot. And we would love for you to date us."

Marinette could feel the rejection on her tongue, but before she could say a word Jon cut her off.

"Let us finish first Nette. Please. After we're done you can tell us to never bother you again, but just let us get this out." Jon pleaded at her. Marinette just nodded and let them continue.

"We all like you a lot," Felix started his words very sincere. "But we all know that your still healing. We only told you because we thought it would be fair for you to know."

It almost seemed as they had planned and rehearsed for this because Peter effortlessly picked up after Felix. "We're not trying to guilt you into dating us because at the end of the day it is still you decision. And we know it may be some time before your ready to even consider dating us, but we're willing to wait."

Jon grabbed her hands as he prepared to finish them out. "We just want you to know how amazing we think you are. We'll be beyond lucky if you decide to date us when you're ready to make that choice. And until you are we're still your friends and we'll continue helping you heal and be better how ever you want us to. And if you decide you don't see us that way we'll still be some of your closest friends because having you in our lives is a blessing Nette."

Soon they all seemed to be holding one of her hands as they finished what they had to say. Marinette had silent tears streaming down her face, but the big smile she had eased away their worries. She pulled them into a tight hug for a moment before pulling back.

"You guys are the absolute best friends a girl can have." She smiled at them gratefully. "You're right that I'm not ready yet, but when I am, you guys will be the first people I consider dating. Promise. Now do you guys wanna see the designs I'm considering for my reveal?"

As the boys gathered around Marinette for her to show them her sketchbook she thought to herself with a smile.

I might not be quite okay yet, but with all the great people I have on my side, I know I will be soon.

[parkkrys]

Does Comet ever meet Jango?

Sssoooo this is a lot longer than I expected heh. So um yes I wrote this XD hopefully you enjoy

Note: this takes place after they truly get together which is shortly after Snapp fic Tonight, The Foxes Hunt the Hounds.

And this is super long I'm sorry

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Of all things, this was not how Comet wanted to meet Jango Fett. Well, if he was honest he didn’t want to meet the man but here he was.

It wasn’t the traditional way of meeting your partner’s parents and Comet was sure that Wolffe would have murdered his father but he was just trying to do his job. Even if that meant he was taking Jango Fett’s order and he was sure that the man didn’t recognize his name but he wasn’t going to test that theory out.

He had heard the stories from Wolffe and both Sinker and Boost. Jango Fett was a marine who wasn’t around much for Wolffe’s childhood years and he came back expecting Wolffe to follow his footsteps. He didn’t take it lightly when Wolffe had informed him that he was going to the air force instead.

That had made him mad and from what Comet had come to realize that Wolffe and Jango did not speak to each other for months and then Wolffe left for training and that was that.

That was all he knew about the man so he wasn’t really sure what to expect.

“Here’s your coffee sir.”

“Thank you,” Jango said as he took the coffee from his hands and Comet thought he was in the clear until, “Do you possibly know a person who works here? His name is Comet.”

He knew his mind was screaming ‘Abort, abort mission it’s over run’ very loudly in his head and he blinked as he tried to cover his name tag with his arm.

“Um, no I think he works on night shift.”

He can’t believe that he just lied to a marine. Wolffe would probably be proud of him and Wooley he knew for sure would be impressed.

“That’s odd, my son told me that he worked on morning shift.”

Comet just smiled as Wooley came over and he started to panic, “No he was moved to the night shift.”

Jango nodded as he grinned at him, bringing his coffee up, “Well then, have a good morning.”

“You too!”

He watched as the man left and he started to tremble. He knew Wooley was keeping an eye on him. He had no idea what was going on but he always seemed to know when Comet was struggling.

“You okay?” Wooley asked and Comet shook his head as he looked at him.

“I just lied to Wolffe’s father, I just lied to a marine.”

“Shit Comet, I am impressed.”

“Until he finds out that I lied to him and realize that I am Comet and I am with his much older son.”

Wooley paused before he closed his mouth, frowning as he gave him a nod, “Yeah, I can’t help you there.”

Comet sighed as he nodded, he needed to talk to Wolffe about this and fast. He can’t have Jango figuring out he lied and corner him first, that will just end up in disaster.

“Wolffe!” Comet cried out as he opened the apartment door, frantic to find him. He didn’t even think about it as he saw him on the couch, peacefully watching tv and Wolffe oofed as Comet threw himself on top of him.

“Comet, hey, hey starboy I need you to calm down. What’s wrong?” Wolffe managed to wheeze out as he wrapped his arms around him. Comet will have to apologize for that later if he remembers.

“I did something really stupid.”

Wolffe stayed silent as he pulled Comet’s mini ponytail out in order to run a hand through his hair and Comet melted as he immediately felt more calm. He knew Wolffe’s silence was him asking what he meant, to give him the time to think of his response and he was so grateful. It took them a bit to realize how the other worked and how to let the other person talk about their problems.

“I lied to your father.”

He stopped breathing as he felt Wolffe freeze underneath him, his hand falling still. He knew Wolffe and Jango did not get along, it was an easy several years since they last spoke to each other and it was safer to keep it that way from the years of anger that stood between them. He made a move to climb off of him, letting Wolffe get up and stare at the tv as he turned it off.

“Wolffe?”

“You met my father?”

Comet shivered at the growl that was in the tone of the question and he just wordlessly nodded, biting at his lip as he shifted. He also picked up on Cody telling Jango he worked on the morning shift but he wasn’t about to tell Wolffe that considering the last time it he told him what Cody said.

“What happened? Tell me everything now.” Wolffe ordered and Comet just nodded as he widened his eyes. He knew better than to say no.

“I was taking his order like normal, I didn’t even think about it until he asked me if there was a person named Comet. I got a bad vibe because it’s never a good thing since Cody and I told him he worked on the evening shift.”

“What happened next? What did he say?”

Comet stopped as he hesitated. He didn’t want to tell him, he didn’t want Wolffe to hurt his family and himself again because of him but if he didn’t tell him, if he lied to him it could be horrible. Wolffe probably wouldn’t trust him and he couldn’t handle that, he always wanted things to be clear between them, to trust each other in this.

“Comet what did he say?”

Comet looked up to see Wolffe staring at him. It wasn’t a glare he would say and he knew it wasn’t directed at him but in some ways he felt like it was.

“He said that his son said that Comet worked on the morning shift.”

He looked down as he heard Wolffe curse as he got up, pacing around, “I am going to kill him.”

“He’s your brother. You can’t kill him,” Comet said softly, he didn’t want to agitate him anymore then he already was.

“Comet, you don’t know my father, hell I don’t even know my father. He was never around and when he was he wanted me to follow his footsteps. He wanted me to go to the Marines but I refused because I hated him, I hated how he was there for everyone else but me.”

Comet froze as Wolffe stopped. Wolffe has always been quiet and closed off about his father, he never knew the story and he didn’t know what to do. He hated how Wolffe started closing himself as he took a step back. Comet was desperate to not let him run as he stood up, holding his hands out to show Wolffe he wasn’t going to hurt him.

“Wolffe, darling,” He started but Wolffe just turned around and Comet hesitated. Wolffe has always been a private person and Comet had always respected that so he wasn’t going to push it.

He knew it was risky as he started moving forward, making sure his steps were loud so Wolffe knew he was there before he reached out, lightly touching the middle of his back, placing a hand firmly. When Wolffe didn’t react he slowly slid his hand around his waist, stepping closer to hug him from behind, he kept his arms loose to make sure Wolffe knew he could step out of his embrace at any time.

“I can’t have him take you away too,” Wolffe said quietly and he sounded so broken that Comet wanted to cry. Wolffe has gone through so much and Comet wanted to hold him forever, to keep him safe and loved.

“I’m going nowhere Wolffe. I am not going to let him break us.”

He sighed as Wolffe's shoulders started to shake and he knew Wolffe was crying. Comet just held him tight as he kissed the back of his neck before resting his forehead in the spot he kissed. He would hold Wolffe for as long as he needed to.

“We will figure this out tomorrow okay?”

Wolffe just nodded and Comet smiled as he walked around to face Wolffe, lightly brushing away his tears with his thumb before he gave him a kiss. He was careful as he led them to the bedroom, peeling off the clothes before they climbed into bed. Comet didn’t hesitate to pull Wolffe close, placing his chin on the top of his boyfriend’s head.

He still felt giddy knowing that they were actually together now and he smiled as he ran his hand lightly down Wolffe’s back. For now he needed to help Wolffe get through this first, he knew that the man had his dark days and even if his day started out good, that darkness can creep in. He felt horrible knowing he caused it. He hated himself for causing this.

“He’s not going to like you,” Wolffe muttered into his collarbone and Comet winced.

“Because I am fifteen years younger?”

“That and because you lied to him.”

Comet sighed as he frowned. It really wasn’t his best moment there and he knew that lying to a marine would be nothing but bad.

“Well, I don't care what he thinks. As long as I am with you I don’t care,” Comet whispered and he smiled as he felt Wolffe place a kiss on his neck.

“I am going to work with you tomorrow.”

Comet pulled away just a bit to look down at him with a frown, “But you have work tomorrow.”

“I’ll call in. I am not leaving you alone with my father because I know he knows you lied to him. A mad marine is not something you want to deal with.”

Comet thought about because yeah, he was right he really didn’t want to deal with an angry Jango Fett. He can let Wolffe deal with it even if he was worried about what it could do to his mental health. It made him hesitate because Wolffe has already gone through far too much even if Wolffe was still seeing his therapist about his nightmares and slight PTSD. He didn’t need his father on top of all that.

“Wolffe.”

“No, I am not letting you deal with him alone,” Wolffe stated firmly as he got up, leaning on his elbows as he looked down at Comet. “I will be okay, don’t worry about me.”

Comet huffed as he brought up a hand to place on Wolffe’s cheek, “I always worry about you.”

Wolffe just grinned as he kissed him and Comet sighed into the kiss before he pulled away.

“We are in this together starboy.”

The next morning was interesting as Comet got behind the counter, flashing Wooley a smile as they went through the routine of getting everything ready to go before the first customer came in. They stayed silent as they went through everything before Comet stepped up beside Wooley.

“Head’s up, a man may come in very angry,” He warned him.

“Angry marine that’s your boyfriend’s father?”

Comet nodded and Wooley hissed as he flipped on the coffee pot to have it start to brew, “Good luck with that.”

Comet just nodded as he started up the till, looking up as the first customer came in. The morning passed by slowly as they did their orders and waited around during the slow parts. Comet kept an eye on Wolffe as Wolffe just typed away on his laptop as he did his work online and he looked back down as he made him his favourite coffee with hazelnut flavouring.

“Go take a break, I can handle this. You and I have been tackling our morning shifts long enough that I think I can survive for twenty minutes on my own,” Wooley whispered to him and Comet gave him a smile and a nod. He knew Wooley could handle himself, he has been working here longer than he had.

“Coffee?”

Wolffe looked up, already looking annoyed by his work and Comet smiled as he didn’t envy him. Yes, Wolffe made a stupid amount of money, an amount that he liked to spend on Comet but he was happy with his coffee job getting paid a decent amount.

“Thanks, I hate paperwork.”

“Don’t let it kill you,” Comet teased, nudging his knees under the table and he laughed when Wolffe just grinned, kicking his foot in retaliation.

It was sweet Comet thought, the way Wolffe seemed relaxed around him. Things had been tense before when he found out about Fox but overall it was a good learning point for them. The relationship between Fox and Thorn got them fully together anyway so he supposed it was a good thing. Even if it brought on an argument between the two of them, it brought them closer together.

“If anyone is going to kill me it’s you,” Wolffe teased and Comet laughed as he brought their hands together. It was moments like these that he loved the most. Unfortunately it had to be broken.

“So you are Comet then.”

Comet froze as he heard the voice behind him, he knew exactly who he was and he felt the dread build in his chest. Maybe lying to the man wasn’t the greatest idea he had. He could see that Wolffe was glaring at the man behind him and he sighed as he turned around to see Jango staring there and he smiled sheepishly. What was he supposed to do at this moment anyway?

“Father.”

“Son.”

Comet winced as he took his hand away from Wolffe’s so Wolffe could stand up and Comet felt awkward for being the only person still sitting down. But when he tried to get up Wolffe just waved him to sit back down and Comet just bit his lip as he watched the two men in front of him glare at each other. He knew Wooley was keeping an eye on them, more than prepared to call the police if things went too far.

“You’re boytoy over there lied to me. Not the greatest first impression to have.”

Wolffe just rolled his eyes, “His name is Comet and I can’t blame him. You didn’t exactly give anyone warning that you were even here.”

“Like you gave us warning that you were screwing around with a teenager?” Jango challenged and Comet frowned.

“I am actually twenty five,” He said and he flinched when Jango leveled his glare on him. “I am an adult.”

“Leave him alone, Jango. You don’t need to even be a part of this, now leave.”

“Sit down son. We need to talk,” Jango ordered and Wolffe just glared before he sat down and Comet moved over closer to Wolffe as Jango sat down. He had no idea what was about to happen but he did need to go back to work, so he wasted no time standing up but he didn’t get far when Wolffe grabbed his wrist.

“Wooley can handle himself, sit down please.”

Wolffe’s request was so soft that Comet found himself following his order without even realizing it. He ignored the way Jango stared at him as he flushed. There was no way he was getting out of this.

“Cody called you here didn’t he?”

“He is worried about you and frankly so am I,” Jango stated and Comet felt horrible. This was all because of him.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Jango just stared before he motioned towards him and Comet glared at him. Why do they think he is so bad for Wolffe? All he wanted to do was love him for who he was, not for the money even if the gifts were nice. The telescope, the fancy clothes, the payments for his apartment all the time now so he could save up the money to pay for decent meals. Those were amazing for sure, but Wolffe his personality, the way he was just made him want to protect him.

“Comet is nothing to worry about,” Wolffe growled and Comet placed a gentle hand on his arm, hoping it would help him calm down even if it was just a little bit.

“Sir,” Comet started, pointedly ignoring Jango’s warning look, “You don’t have to worry about him. I want to be with him for who he is, not for anything else.”

“You be quiet. You lied to me before I won’t trust a single thing you say now,” Jango snapped and Comet winced because really that's fair. He did lie to him when he shouldn't have, he only brought it onto himself. He tried to tell Wolffe that in a single look he gave him but he wasn’t sure if the message was received or not.

“Don’t, just don’t. You never cared before so why now? You have no right to come here and demand explanations from my boyfriend and to get pissed off at him when I told him to not talk to you because you are bad news.”

“Son, I have always cared for you. I know I haven't shown it very well but I do care for you. And you know what I do have a right to ask your ‘partner’ questions when he is not only fifteen years younger but when one of my sons told me that you are dropping money on him like no time tomorrow.”

“Do not lie to me and yourself saying that you care about me when you never have and you still don’t. Now do me a damn favour and leave now and we can still pretend we are a family in the next dinner with my brothers.”

“Wolffe. Don’t tell me that, I am your father of course I care about you,” Jango started his voice rising and Comet trembled as he watched them getting more and more angry. He didn’t know what to do as he watched the scene in front of him, moving his head to each person that was talking.

“You were never my father,” Wolffe hissed and Comet flinched as he watched Jango falter but Wolffe didn’t back down. “You are a pathetic man that was never around and when you were you pretended like nothing happened just like you did with mom’s death.”

Comet froze as his eyes connected with Wooley’s. He wanted to get out of this, it already felt like he had heard too much. Wolffe has never spoken about his mother except saying that she was a fantastic woman who he loved so much. He smiled as Wooley nodded, walking towards them as customers started to stare.

“Wolffe, you’re mother’s death was horrible for me too. I couldn’t live with myself when she died. You weren’t the only one grieving.”

“Yeah you’re right Jango. We all were and yet you left so I had to take care of a ten year old child and two new borns because you couldn’t be a fucking father!”

“Excuse me, if you two don’t settle down I will have to kick you out.” Wooley stated and Comet gave him a grateful nod. “I also need Comet back to work so please either act civilly or move this somewhere else.”

Both men fell silent as Comet got up slowly, placing a hand gently in Wolffe’s shoulder to see if he would allow any of his touches. When Wolffe didn’t push him away he lent down and kissed him on the cheek, pausing to whisper into his ear.

“I love you, I will be here no matter what happens.”

He walked away after Wolffe nodded. He had no idea what was going to happen but he needed to keep an eye on them, just in case. This was clearly more about him, these two had so much history between the two of them that they left to grow into the ugly monster.

He sighed before he placed his brave face on, smiling as he started taking a customer's order, letting himself fall into the routine that was just work and making coffee as he glanced over at the table. They weren’t even looking at each other anymore and Comet could feel the tension from here. With a glance from Wooley who confirmed that he could even feel it and he was ready to tell the both of them to go home. They couldn’t have this here even if he wanted to keep an eye on them.

Thankfully, it looked like he didn’t have to as Jango got up, saying something to Wolffe that made him bristle before he left. He wanted to know what Jango said, he wanted to know if Wolffe was okay. It was going to drive him crazy but he had to let his boyfriend have his space to just think. He was that way too and Wolffe has given him his time so it was only fair if he did the same.

They didn’t talk about it until Comet got off his shift, waving off Wooley’s invitation to chill with him before Wolffe and Comet walked back to Comet’s apartment. He didn’t see the need since he spent more time at Wolffe’s than he did at his but he was waiting for Wolffe to take that step. He wasn’t going to push on that.

Comet didn’t do much when they got inside his apartment, only herding him to the couch before he flopped down beside him.

“He said I had to give you up, that he wasn’t going to support this.”

Comet jerked as he stared at Wolffe. What was it with Wolffe’s family and not liking him because of his age?

“Why?” Comet asked as he started to feel numb. He knew that Wolffe was a family man, was he going to keep him around if no one liked him?

“Because you are the same age as my twin brothers.”

“You have twin brothers?”

Wolffe sighed as he nodded, placing an arm on the back of the couch to scoop him and bring him closer, “Ponds and Bly. They are both the same age as you and Jango left after they were born, pretty much raised them myself.”

“Are you going to break up with me?” Comet finally whispered as he felt his eyes burn. He didn’t want to cry, he was tired of being so emotional over this. He just wanted to love him dammit.

“What? No, oh starboy no.” Wolffe soothed as he brought their foreheads together softly, brushing a strand of his dark hair behind his ear. “You have me starboy, you have all of me. I’m not going anywhere.”

He sniffled as he gave Wolffe a nod. He already knew he loved his boyfriend with everything he had, but he couldn’t say it yet. The words got stuck in his throat every time but he tried to show it in everything he did when it came to him. He just hoped that was enough as he buried his face into Wolffe’s collarbone. He wanted to believe him so badly, but he didn’t know if he could yet. He couldn’t make him choose between him or his family.

But he would hold onto this for as long as he could, for as long as he was allowed to hold onto this. That was enough, that was all he could do.

[thatesqcrush]

After Midnight, Pt. 1

Nevada Ramirez x Reader. AN: Fic prompt from lyrics # 8 “tonight the foxes hunt the hounds” as requested by @melsquared79. Updated cw: alcohol, language, implied dub-con, implied smut. WC: 850

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The sun shone brightly through a large crack between the heavy black curtains You opened your eyes and sat up in bed. Realization hit you that you were naked – and not alone. You looked over to your left – blankets covered your companion. All you could make out was the dark tuft of hair against the stark white pillowcase. A dark striped comforter covered the bed. You crept out of the bed quietly and tip-toed out of the room, picking your clothes up as you did so: the lace red panties by the foot of the bed, the mismatched black bra off the rustic wooden drawer. You spun around to look for the rest of the clothes that you were wearing. You spotted your jeans and tank top in a crumpled heap. The bangles you wore on your wrist jangled and you paused in your movement, hoping they did not wake up the man in your bed. You peeked over – not single movement. You let out the breath you hadn’t realized that you were holding.

The loft was large and spacious, with exposed brick walls. There was a coffered ceiling with dark hanging lamps. Two large wooden beams divided the loft into the living space and kitchen. The entire apartment was spotless. You passed your reflection on a mirror that hung off the wall. Your makeup was smeared, mascara was streaked under your eyes. You quietly slipped off your bracelets and dug into your pocket, finding a hair tie. You tied up your hair. You groaned as you realized you had lost one of your large thin-hooped earrings.

Quickly you dressed, save your bra – you were not in the mood to deal with it. Instead, you grabbed your purse which was on the floor by the door and shoved your bra inside. You opened the door and almost audibly gasped as it revealed a freight elevator. Not bothering to look back you got in the elevator and made your way down.

As you rode down, you opened your purse and dug around for your phone. You had an obscene amount of missed calls and text messages. You quickly scrolled through the messages.

Y/N fucking call me or text me back – are you okay?

Y/N, who knew you had it in you? You and the King of the Heights! HOT!

Y/N call me when you get this? I am worried – el Trujillo isn’t someone to play games with.

You furrowed your brows. El Trujillo? You could barely recall the prior night’s events. All you knew was that you were deliciously sore and your head felt like cotton balls were jammed inside. Your stomach flopped with nausea and you made a mental note to get a large coffee and a chopped cheese from the bodega before you hopped on the subway; you hoped you had enough cash.

You opened the door and stepped outside, slipping on your airpods. You hit play on your phone. Fall Out Boy began to play. “Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds. It’s all over now, before it has begun.”

You had only gone two steps when a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Señorita Y/N. El jefe told me to give you a ride home.”

You looked up to find a very large, burly tattooed man standing next to a black Escalade, the rear passenger door open.

You shook your head. You pointed to the corner of what you knew as St. Nicholas Avenue. “Nah, I’m good – I just need to get to the A.”

The man pointed up at the building. You looked up and found yourself staring at the man whose loft you just snuck out of.

“59th and Central Park West, right?”

You looked back at the large man, your brow cocked as he rattled off your address. Every fiber in your being was screaming to walk away but instead you found yourself nodding and walking towards the car. You climbed in. The car smelled like cigar smoke and leather. You noted the backseat had a bar and you wondered if it was too early to drink.

The car didn’t immediately move. After waiting a beat, you moved to open the door and just leave.  The door on the other side opened and in slid your companion dressed in a black fitted tanktop and dark blue jeans. A gold chain rested against his tanned skin.

“Hola mami. Last night was fun.”

You swallowed hard. “I supposed it was,” you replied shakily. “I don’t remember much unfortunately.”

“Well, let me help you remember.” You were pulled in for a deep kiss. The car began to move. A bump over a pothole brought you closer to him. You were hesitant at first, but then you gave allowed yourself to give into the kiss. Large veiny hands weaved into your hair, holding you in place. You let out the smallest of moans and that tiny opening allowed for a tongue to snake in and explore. You broke the kiss and pulled away breathlessly. Your cheeks felt hot and you were aroused; your nipples strained against the fabric of your tank top.

“Te acuerdas eso?”

Your mind flashed: heated kisses, large hands pawing your breasts, a tongue on your most intimate parts along with a very large cock that made you sob with delight.

You cocked your head and bit your lip. “Oh I remember�� Nevada.”

TBC.

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[cryptophasiac]

Foxes Hunt the Hounds- a bandom hunger games AU coming July 1 to archiveofourown.org/cryptophasiac (for bandom big bang)

meet the mentors

[myrmidryad]

We're Waking Up Slow (⛰️🔬), Common Tongue (🎭🎢), Animal Matters (⭐☀️)

For We’re Waking Up Slow:

⛰️-  What was the hardest part?

I think keeping Alex’s internal thoughts and mental progress consistent with what he canonically knew at that point, and making his thought process make sense. Because I was definitely really inspired various meta posts and tags (shoutout to @ober-affen-geil, @chasingshhadows, and @irolltwenties) but I wanted to make it all make sense in a fic setting.

🔬- Was there one scene you were building up to/knew you had to get just right? 

Exactly halfway through, when Michael stands in front of Alex, who’s seated, and Alex lets his forehead rest on Michael’s stomach and they touch each other really, really gently, and Alex kind of wants to cry a little bit.

For Common Tongue:

🎭- What was the feeling or mood you were going for?

Hot and a little bit frantic and desperate. The way Alex has sex with Michael in his trailer, freaks out and runs away, and then jerks off twice more back at the cabin while imagining Michael because that’s just the effect Michael has on him, but then there’s always that chaser of fear because he can’t stop remembering what happened the last time he and Michael were caught together.

🎢- Were there any scenes you were nervous about? For audience reception or otherwise?

I don’t think so.

For Animal Matters:

⭐- What’s a scene/paragraph you’re proud of? 

Reworking the scene where Alex and Michael talk at the junkyard to include their daemons, and Alex and Mihiliz both freaking aout when Laithe shows off her and Michael’s alien range and her disappearing trick. It’s hard to know how effective that sort of thing is to any readers who haven’t read HDM, because the daemon stuff is so specific, but I liked it.

☀️- Was there symbolism/motifs you worked in?

All the daemon choices, ofc, especially Alex and Michael’s, but OOOH BOY you asked and I am going to talk about all of them!!!! Talk about opening a can of worms, prepare yourself, I am about to go in deep.

I wanted Michael to have a monkey right away, because a daemon with hands shows off Michael’s drive to physically build and create with his hands, and how adaptable and clever he is. Barbary macaques are very social, with lifelong family bonds. They’re medium sized, not too big to ride on a human being or small enough to be unthreatening. I also knew about Barbary macaques already as the only monkey that lives in Europe, specifically in Gibralter - they’ve adapted really well to an urban (alien) environment. It’s not native to the states or New Mexico, like Michael isn’t, but it’s sandy coloured and I imagine it would blend in well enough. I also picked up a headcanon from my favourite daemon fic ever, He Says He Is An Experimental Theologian, which is a HDM/WTNV fusion, and one of the best things I’ve ever read, ever, period, that monkey daemons have a reputation for being cunning and not very nice, and that matches up with Michael’s reputation as a bad boy.

I decided on Alex having a snake pretty easily too, but it took a while to settle on the exact type. It had to be native to the states (I have feelings about people’s daemons settling as animals native to their home regions), and I think I decided I wanted it to be dark pretty early on too. Something outwardly unobtrusive, easy to underestimate and overlook, something very good at being patient and lying in wait for a long time before striking with deadly accuracy. Snakes are solitary animals, and Alex is someone who guards his privacy and independence incredibly fiercely. I also have feelings about Alex’s feelings about settling as a snake, particularly wrt his family and obviously his father. I believe Jesse Manes is the sort of person who would be displeased for any of his sons to settle as anything but a predator animal, and I think Alex would have mixed feelings about fulfilling that expectation - relief at not inviting ridicule or retribution, but not exactly uncomplicated pleasure because he doesn’t like doing anything that pleases his dad. But he does love Mihiliz, and her form. Then there’s the other issue of his mother’s side of the family - snakes are one of several animals that are considered bad by the Apache, so I imagine that snake daemons would be uncommon to nonexistent among the Mescalero. By settling as a snake, Alex thinks he’s cut himself off from that side of his heritage, possibly for good, and at the very least marked himself as a very obvious outsider to it. Settling as a snake would also, for this reason, be something that would please his father, as a very visible proof of Alex’s rejection of his mother’s influence. Whether that’s true or not, Alex would have Issues about it for sure.

The other daemons had a bit less thought put into them, but I LOVE thinking about what people’s daemons would be, so I still considered each one. I wanted Kyle to have a daemon that could be absolutely hellish when he was a bully teenager, but then present as very friendly and sweet when he’s turned over a new leaf as an adult. Weasels and other mustolids can be unbelievably violent and vicious and can take down prey many times their own size, even when they themselves look tiny and cute.

I wanted Max to have a dog daemon right away, because he’s a loyal man, and he’s appointed himself a guard dog of sorts by joining the police force. He just gives me seriously dog vibes. I wanted him to have a distinctive dog though, definitely handsome, and again, not native to New Mexico but with colouration that sort of blends in. Max really wants to be a normal guy, but he can’t pretend his way out of what he really is. I also chose a pharaoh hound as a nod to his royal nature in the OG series, even if that isn’t the route RNM is taking.

Isobel is the one who gave me the most trouble, and I’m still not entirely sure about my choice of daemon for her. She has a Costa’s hummingbird daemon, which is native to New Mexico as a representation of how much better she blends in than her brothers, and how much more comfortable she is doing so - at least in most of season one. I knew I wanted her to have a bird with very pretty feathers, and the Costa’s hummingbird has these really gorgeous iridescent purple neck feathers. I’m now thinking though that I should have given her something with a more violent edge, because I think Isobel is definitely capable of violently protecting what she considers hers (her family). I think I maybe went on the aesthetic too much for her.

I picked an Abert’s squirrel for Liz because again, I wanted her to have a daemon species native to her home, and I thought a squirrel suited her in terms of how quick and clever they are, and like Michael’s monkey, a squirrel has a degree of paw dexterity a lot of other animals don’t have. They’re cute, but they’re territorial, and they can be violent on occasion.

Maria has a gray fox to reflect her resourcefulness and ability to survive through seriously tough times. It’s another New Mexico native, and it has a very cool ability to climb trees with cat-like agility.

Jesse has a wolf for a couple of reasons, one of them being pure intimidation. Check out how big a grey wolf is in real life - they are fucking huge, and having a wolf-shaped soul shows what a relentless hunter Jesse is. Wolves are great animals and they get a bad rep in folklore as being big and bad, but I believe daemons can reflect those attitudes as well. Wolves are incredible pack hunters, and Jesse is all about the pack and the family and the legacy of that. I also believe he sees himself as a necessary guard dog of humanity, and a wolf reflects that. I don’t know what his other two sons have settled as, but I decided on Flint having a coyote easily - a lesser wolf, in a sense, smaller and more solitary, but just as good at hunting and tracking and working as part of a team.

It never came up in Animal Matters, but I also decided on a black panther for Rosa (tough, mysterious, solitary, once native to Mexico, would very much stand out in a place like Roswell) and an alien bird that resembled a motmot bird for Noah.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey Queens, do you know any more fics where Stiles turns into a fox? Thanks x

For sure. And the tag. - Anastasia

Shout and Kiss by LadyDrace

(1/1 I 4,088 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has a massive bone to pick with his alpha. And not in the dirty way.

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds. by TheBeastsWrite (orphan_account)

(16/16 I 21,096 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles always knew finding a mate would be hard for him. He's not bright and beautiful like Lydia, or stong like Danny or adorable like Scott.

He was just Stiles, fox kid with ADHD who loved to draw.

Derek Hale was everything, popular, strong, smart and gorgeous.

They get put together on an English assignment and it doesn't go at all like Stiles expects.

Not All Pain Heals by AnchoredTether

(24/? I 79,941 I Mature I Stydia)

"I think I understand now, what Allison meant when she said it didn't hurt. There comes a point where it doesn't matter how much it hurts, because your resolve is stronger than your suffering. You could never take away her pain, Scott, because she loved you more than the pain hated her. Not all pain heals, but that's alright. Sometimes the pain is worth it." After the Nogitsune was defeated, everyone thought their problems were gone and they could finally begin to heal from the death of Allison and Aiden, and the destruction left in the wake of Stiles’ possession. Chaos remains in Beacon Hills when the morning after, Stiles finds a mirror bite mark on his arm, and it’s healing.

The Fox & The Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(10/10 I 79,515 I Explicit I Sterek)

The war between the fox and wolf clans has raged for centuries, ignited in a time before anyone can remember. Now both clans—tired of the bloodshed and hate—are searching for a way to end the war.

Crowned prince Stiles Stilinski—heir to the fox clan—has agreed with his father to meet with the Hales, the ruling royal family over the wolf clan. Under the counseling of the Druids, both clans are presented with a solution to the war: unite the Stilinski and Hale clans through marriage. To quell their people's anger, both Stiles and Derek—eldest living Hale Alpha—are urged to accept the other as an equal; as their mate.

For the sake of their people, both houses make the ultimate sacrifice by choosing duty over love. But, out of what was first assumed to be compromised, quickly turns to be a better match than either could have hoped for. But not all is easy for either clan, as some members refuse to believe that the war could end so easily.

The Undisclosed by Taila_Tai

(26/26 I 109,431 I Mature I Sterek)

For once the pack doesn't panic when a new hunter arrives. The gleefully sadistic man has labelled himself a collector of all things rare in the supernatural world and wants one of the rarest creatures; a werefox. Content that the pack is safe, the wolves focus on why their human member is acting so strange, ignoring the fact that Stiles only started once learning who the man wanted...

[freaoscanlin]

Fic Meme

Tagged by the fantastic @yesokayiknow, let’s play.

Of all of your works, which do you think is:

The Funniest: oh god, this is impossible to answer. You know what, I’m going to go with Bad Altitude because I think it’s hilarious. Drugged Natasha scaring the hell out of Felicity! Never calling her the right name! Focusing on entirely the wrong details as they’re about to die!

The Most Romantic: I’m gonna give this one to Pink Drinks and Pick-Up Lines. They’re my NOTP now but dear god did I have a blast writing the flirting in that one.

The Most Unusual: That time I turned the Avengers into pirates and made Natasha secretly the daughter of Peter the Great, for sure. Or that one I wrote from the POV of a training dummy. It’s a toss-up.

The Scariest: Not really my forte. Maybe The 405 Gets Plowed because I find the Adorable Psycho terrifying.

The Sexiest: The ONE and ONLY time I have ever written smut, I guess. Frissy wrote the good bits. I wrote the dirty bits.

The Saddest: It has a happy ending but Letters Never Sent strikes me as deeply sad. At least the actual never sent letters were.

The Prettiest: My aborted attempt to write canonical Downton Abbey times just...I had so much fun with that writing style. Plus banter! “I mostly stick to my bicycle, and you can’t really hunt foxes from that.” / “I imagine it confuses the hounds, also.”

The Most Exciting: Supervillains Anonymous, and yes I’m including my goshdang novels in this. That book was just nonstop. #Herofail is attempting to top it, though.

The Happiest: I already used Pink Drinks on this list, even though I do feel that one qualifies. So I’m gonna go with Set, Spike, Dive! because that fic was both joyful and a catharsis. 

The Most Realistic: Absolutely no idea. I write about spies and superheroes, this isn’t fair. The most accurate title I have is Cats Are Weird.

The Most Fantastical: Second Skin, which is also my most problematic. I wanted to write Natasha as a rusalka and in at least that I succeeded! 

The Most Complex: Even though people still bitch that it’s unfinished (it’s not, I just couldn’t give another three years to that fic), I think What Fates Impose remains that story to this day. I mean, it was the most ambitious, plus it was intensely third person limited with an unreliable narrator. And the style I chose didn’t allow for great skips in time. 

The Simplest: Ex-Girlfriend Club. Wrote it a night, didn’t add any frills to the plot. Laurel used the most direct and brutal means to solve a problem. Grenade launcher + shotgun = solved. 

The Closest to What You Wanted It to Be: Counterfeit and Counterpart, for sure. It’s required the most extensive rewrite of any of my fics, but I wanted a deep dive into an uneasy-yet-magnetic friendship and I think that’s what I got.

Tagging @obishenshenobi, @kaleidoscopes-and-carousels, @hjea, @a-windsor,  @jewishsuperfam (even though I know you’re in Portugal). 

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Star-Bound Hound, Teumessian Fox

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3gMlm1i

by devicing

For all his life, Momota Kaito has insisted that he has never been a gambler, because gambling is all about deception and deceit, and Momota has never been one to keep his intentions hidden. Like a hound on the hunt, he is dogged in his pursuits and howls out his aspirations for all the galaxies to hear.

So no, not one for tricks and subterfuge. Still, ask anyone this side of the Milky Way who’s crossed paths with The Luminary of the Stars and her infamous captain, and they’ll be quick to assure you that Momota Kaito is indeed a man whose very existence seems fueled by gambles.

  Momota Kaito gambles the last of his crew's hopes on a high-ranked bounty, only to get a bit more than he bargained for.

[Space Opera AU, Zine Fic]

Words: 2087, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Momota Kaito, Ouma Kokichi, Saihara Shuuichi, Harukawa Maki

Relationships: Momota Kaito/Ouma Kokichi

Additional Tags: AU - Space Opera, the sci-fi genre kind of opera not the musical kind, But can you imagine, slight allusions to Greek Mythology, as a treat, zine fic, Zine: With Passion & Purpose: An Oumota Zine

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3gMlm1i