#genderbent pitch black

[poussacha]

My Maxley Fics Masterpost

✨🎆the rise and fall of a midwest love affair series

[the man, the myth, the legend. The series I'm writing based on Chappell Roan's Midwest Princess Album. A story for most tracks (some of them are mashups).]

[This series does not need to be read in order whatsoever, they're all independent of one another (allegedly)]

hit it like it's hot to go

Rated E | F/F Genderbent Maxley | 17,477 Words | Complete

Summary: It’s pitch black and from the booth she can only really make out flashes of light and a writhing mass of bodies. Their voices lift to sing in unison with the music she’s broadcasting while their bodies undulate like live wires.

This is the part she loves most about playing in clubs. The drunken, writhing mass of voices that lend her their ears. They listen to her heavy-handed remixes, her mash-ups, her house beats all without a single complaint. For a moment, she controls their narrative, holding them captive with a beat.

She’s three quarters of the way through her set when her least favorite part about playing in clubs rears its ugly head. In the form of a wasted brunette with long curly hair and a sneer.

“Can you play a song with a fucking beat ?”

OR

Max is a DJ at a club Brittney (Bradley) frequents with her finance bro boyfriend. Brittney tries her damndest to be obnoxious. Max might just be endeared toward her anyway.

Tags: DJ AU, homophobic slurs, minor violence from a fist fight, internalised homophobia, lesbians, jumpscare het sex, man attacking a woman, implied/referenced domestic abuse, explicit sexual content, degradation kink, vers characters, praise kink, tongue piercings, angst, heartbreak, cheating, genderbent

Song: Femininomenon To Go Mashup

Playlist(s):

hit it like it's hot to go (official)

After Midnight

Rated T | M(IN)/F College AU (Trans Masc!Intersex!Bradley x Cis!Fem! Max) | 104,757 Words | Incomplete, ongoing

Updates on all days ending on 7 and on most days that are multiples of 7

Summary: It’s Max’s first year at university. She arrives on campus with her two best friends PJ and Bobby in Bobby’s beat up sleeper van from the 1970s that reeks of musk, weed, and boy sweat. She doesn’t know yet what this year has in store, but she hopes it’s something to remember.

Bradley is in his final year in law school. Just trying to graduate, pass the bar, and move on with his life. That is, until someone comes along to change his perspective.

Tags: CHEATING, INFIDELITY, AGE GAP, College AU, genderbent, fem!Max Goof, fem!PJ Pete, masc!Bobby Zimmeruski, fem!Roxanne Rover, fem!Stacey, trans!Bradley Uppercrust III, intersex!Bradley Uppercrust III, masc!Tank, no x-games, underage drinking, marijuana use, falling asleep in precarious situations, fist fight, harrassment, masturbation, shotgunning, fishing trips, San Francisco, indulgent touching, body worship, body dysmorphia, semi-nudity, tws at the top of every chapter

Song: After Midnight

Playlist(s):

After Midnight (Official)

Gamma Mu Mu House Party Playlist

& if you let me, i would've loved you always

California

Rated E | M/M Doctor!Bradley x Disabled!Dancer!Max AU | 18,851 Words | Incomplete

WARNING: DUB-CON, DEAD DOVE

Summary: Max Goof is at the prime of his life. He’s finally realized his dream of becoming the main dancer and choreographer for his favorite singer of all time, Powerline. That is, until an accident brings everything crashing down in an instant.

Leading to him to return home to Ohio, metaphorical tail tucked between his legs.

Will he find peace back home with his dad? Or will being back in Ohio only complicate things more?

Tags: blow jobs, bathroom sex, public sex, disabling incident, characters with disabilities, ableism, toxic relationships, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, incomplete spinal cord injury, polyamory, angst, wheelchair user max goof, canonically disabled della duck, discussions of medical insurance, allusions to drug abuse, eating disorders, slow burn, EXTREMELY DUBIOUS CONSENT, DUBIOUS MORALITY, POWER IMBALANCE, semi-public sex, prostate examinations, erectile dysfunction

Song: California

Playlist(s):

i'm never gonna get the things i want the most

🐩Standalone Maxley Fics

i just wanna sweet talk for awhile

Rated E | M/M Canon Divergent Post X-Games AU | 2,975 Words | Complete

Summary: They were always fighting. Two sides diametrically opposed. Except, as perfect opposites, they find themselves pulled together like magnets. Until they can't deny their chemistry.

Tags: fluff, self indulgent, frottage, frotting, inexperienced bradley uppercrust iii, experienced max goof, bottom bradley uppercrust iii, top max goof, soft boys, shockingly gentle to be something written by me, body worship, gentle words

Song: Sugar High

take it like a taker

Rated E | M/M Canon Divergent Post X-Games BDSM AU | 5,777 Words | Complete

Summary: Bradley's breath is quiet, measured. Muscles tensing beneath Max's fingertips, illuminated by the warm orange glow of candlelight, as he deftly loops ropes in simple patterns around his upper thigh and ankle. Until his legs bend open, splayed

His wrists are next. A simple double column across both arms and up through the center. OR

The shibari and wax play fic nobody asked for

Tags: shibari, wax play, porn without plot, BDSM, dom max, sub bradley, hurt/comfort, sub drop, panic, aftercare, bradley is the biggest brat, humans because getting wax out of fur sounded painful, max might be a brat tamer if you squint, self-indulgent, body worship, rimming

Song: The Giver

🐕🐩🐕‍🦺Braxanne (Bradley/Max/Roxanne) OT3 Fics

i'm so obsessed with your ex

Rated E | M/M/F Mean Girls/Swap AU (Boy Next Door!Bradley x Homeschooled!Max x Queen Bee!Roxanne) | 19,324 Words | Complete

Summary: Max moves to Spoonerville after spending his formative years traveling around the world with his dad and his stepmom to study weather phenomena. Specifically lightning storms. He runs into a bit of a storm himself when Brad Uppercrust and Roxanne Rover both take a liking to him at the same time.

Tags: Mean Girls AU if you squint, Brad is the boy next door, Roxxane is the Queen Bee, this a brad and roxanne swap AU, surprise, max is a virgin, roxanne wants him bibilically, so does brad, brad and roxanne are bitter (?) exes, halloween parties, threesomes, explicit sex, teasing, praise kink, multiple orgasms, underage drinking, everyone is 18, but this takes place in the us so, MMF threesome

Song: Obsessed

Playlist(s):

i'm so obsessed with your ex

🛹⭐Sw00ney Brobert Swap AU fics (not maxley)

Brad Crust x Robert Zimmeruski

More from the Swap AU here on Sw00ney's ig

bite your tongue or i'll do it for you

Rated E | M/M | 2,007 Words | Complete

Summary: Brad convinced Robert to do something stupid again, this is the aftermath of their latest near-death experience.

Tags: they're so unhinged in this, degradation kink, brat on deck, going in dry, sort of, begging, wacky power dynamics, dirty talk, they're so mean to each other, but it's love i swear, established relationship, robert is a rich boy, brad's just a teenage dirtbag baby, i had too much fun writing this

Song: Good Hurt

Art for this fic by kofiracha!

beautiful boy, your words are made of poetry

Rated E | M/M | 1,457 Words | Incomplete

Summary: Bobby comes over to yell at Brad for something he (allegedly) didn't do only to find him suffering from an intense migraine.

Shenanigans ensue.

Tags: slow updates, migraines, hurt/comfort

Song: Sugar High

🐱‍🏍🐛Other AEGM fics (that aren't maxley)

Bobby x Max

open our bodies, i quietly knock on your door

Rated E | M/M (Trans!Masc!Max x Cis!Masc!Bobby) | 1,902 Words | Complete

Summary: "Fuck," Max says, coughing a little at the tail end of his latest hit. His voice echoes in his head, making him feel like he's at the crossroads of a hundred different timelines. Consciousness dipping and floating through each. Like he's the doorway of time. "What did you say this was?"

"OG Blueberry Creme," Bobby drawls, voice slow like syrup. He takes the blunt when Max passes it back to him, raising it to his lips to take another hit. "One of my all-time favorite highs, man."

OR

Bobby and Max get high and fool around in his van. That's it, that's the fic.

Tags: porn without plot, explicit sex, cum play, marijuana use, having sex under the influence, established relationship, van sex, trans Max Goof

[raewritesf1]

16. Birthday Gift...? gax birthday shenanigans sound top tier

I apparently did have another genderbent gax fic. Confused why I haven’t touched this one is a while

“Danny’s just down the left hallway. He’s finishing up the surprise we’ve prepared for you.” Lando had told him as the last of the guest filed out. Max hadn’t been unaware of this preplanned surprise that Danny and Lando had laid out for him, the two choosing to leave the contents of the present a surprise rather than the fact that it was happening. Danny and Lando had informed him that they would be preparing a surprise present for him the second he had, reluctantly, allowed them to take charge of his birthday party.

“Danny?” he calls out, tentatively pushing the door open.

“Max! Okay, wait don’t open the door.” Danny answers, halting Max in his tracks. “I’ll be out in a second.” Max steps back, eyes still trained on the door In front of him, confusion building. It takes a few minutes before Danny walks out, purposefully making sure to obscure the room behind him.

“Please tell me you didn’t actually go out and order a bunch of stripper for my birthday.” he sighed, recalling one of the what he thought was joke suggestions Danny had mentioned previously.

“I promise I didn’t order a bunch of strippers to you room, even if it would have been funny.” Danny laughed, “Don’t be so nervous, you’ll like the present. Trust me.”

“Uh-hu” he hummed, still skeptically.

“Anyways, me and Lando are going to get out of your hair and let you enjoy your present. he said, giving Max a light punch in the arm. Danny pulls him into another hug, wishing him happy birthday again, before quickly making his way down the hallway, calling for Lando. A short while later he hears Lando shouting a quick ‘bye’ before the he hears the door open and shut.

Well, no more avoiding it. he thinks grasping the door handled and turning it open. Max walks into the room frowning. The room is pitch black all the light seemingly purposefully turned off. He frowned, hand blindly searching the wall for the light switch. It takes him a second, eyes not fully adjusted to the dark before he flick on the overhead lights. A dim light fills the room partially illuminating it, and the person sat on his bed.

George Russell is sat on his bed dressed simply black lacy bralette, with black lace panties, and a a matching set of thin black garter belts adorning her thigh.

“Happy Birthday.” She whispered, voice soft and nervous, cheeks dusted a light pink. Her eyes remained on the floor refusing to meet Max’s gaze.

Max was staring.

He couldn’t take his gaze off his, eyes slowly raking over her barely clothed body, desperately trying to take in George’s appearance.

“Sorry, this was stupid.” George seems to shrink into himself under Max’s gaze, legs squeezing together, arms wrapping around her exposed midriff.

“Hey, no.” He isn’t even aware of when he walked across the room, it’s like he blinks and he’s across, crawling up the bed, resting a reassuring hand on George’s thigh. “You look..” he mummers running his hand up the exposed portion of George’s thigh, revealing in the way she automatically spreads her legs for him. “Fuck, Princess.”

“L-Lando thought you might like it.” she mumbled looked away, cheeks darkening. Max had never loved Lando Norris more than he did in this moment.

“He was right you look fucking perfect.” he mumbled, head dipping between her legs, teeth lightly grazing the tender flesh of her inner thigh. He heard the way her breath hitched, fingers threading through Max’s hair.

[stargatenerd]

Hello all, this is ostensibly my writing blog, though most of what you’ll find is things I’ve reblogged to use as references for writing or interesting ideas or pictures that I liked the vibes of. Things I post (both random thoughts as well as random snippets) will be tagged with “words from the nerd”, and posts regarding my various fics will be tagged with both the fic title and its abbreviation if it has one.

Feel free to ask me questions about my stories, but be polite.

List of things I’m working on under the cut, stories linked are to the versions of them on AO3 so you will need to be signed in to read them as I have them locked to registered users to prevent bot scraping. Please read the tags as some of these are fairly mature.

Current projects:

Shrinking Violets — MHA, Shinzawa-centric, omegaverse, underage arranged marriage (but nothing happens between them for a while) - feel free to ask me worldbuilding questions about this for my worldbuilding doc :3 Updates every two weeks.

Venus Conjunct Pluto in Scorpio — Hannibal/MHA fusion; ShinzawaMic with Hizashi as Hannibal, Shouta as Will, and Hitoshi as Abigail for a lovely little Murder Family <3 Very slow burn and does not stick to Hannibal canon except for some spots where it does. Can be read with little to no knowledge of Hannibal as a whole.

Color Seeping Through My Cracks — MHA, Yakuza soulmate AU, ShinzawaMic. Yakuza duo ShinMic find their soulmate in barista/waiter Aizawa and take in him and his totally legally adopted daughter.

Turning Tables — MHA, Shinzawa, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Seriously. Read the tags. Teen serial killer Shinsou gets kidnapped by more experienced (in every way) Aizawa.

In the drafting stage:

Parallelism — OC-centric, my Stargate OCs from SG-13 (Muki, Tyler, and Kira) get reincarnated in MHA and make friends. Worldbuilding abounds.

A sequel to Three Sheets to the Wind (in a bed for two) — MHA, genderbent Shinzawa, the morning after.

On the back burner (projects I intend to get to once I finish at least one of my current fics):

Schismatic — DCMK, originally KaiShin, now KaiShinHei. Set after Movie 13, my first attempt at writing dark!fic. A member of the Black Org finds out Conan is Shinichi and tries to protect him in dubious ways. Gotta figure out where I was going with the end of the plot (bc I have the middle plotted out) and write that.

Shadow Bride — RotG, BlackIce with genderbent Jack. AU where she and Pitch meet a couple hundred years ago and become friends, then eventually a couple. Finishing up the last few chapters.

A Wonderful World (of Magic) — Hetalia/HP, England becomes the History of Magic teacher during Harry’s sixth year, not HBP compliant. No longer write for either of these fandoms due to various reasons, but I have a rough outline of plot points and how it was going to end so I’m going to flesh that out for basically a summary draft of how the story ends.

SG-13 proper — Stargate SG-1/Atlantis, my OC team and their hijinks, mostly set during/on Atlantis. Might possibly rewrite it as a whole, might just write the parts that are vaguely referenced in Parallelism bc it’s changed plots so many times over the years with so many fandom crossovers and now I’ve swung back around to it being fully Stargate focused and all three of my characters have gone through a lot of development and I want to share that with everyone <3

On the counter, off to the side (who knows when this will happen):

The Universe of the Four Tanteis — DCMK/Fushigi Yuugi, members of the Fushigi Yuugi cast get reincarnated as DCMK characters. Gotta slap together a rough outline of where I remember the story going so I can post that and be done lol

In the Arms of Death — DCMK, veeery vaguely remember the plot I was going for with this one, I want to slap together an outline for readers and in case anyone wants to adopt it bc I think it’s a cool concept.

Hope’s Child — RotG/HP crossover, Bunnymund adopts Harry, JackBunny. I don’t write HP anymore but I have a sort of vague idea where everything was going for this fic so I might put together an outline for readers or just put it up for adoption ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Houseguest — RotG, pre-movie Tooth finds an injured Jack and takes him in. Apparently I started drafting a second chapter for this? Might finish it.

Stop Poking Logic-Shaped Holes in my School! — DCMK/HP, was pending a rewrite but since I no longer write HP I’m waffling on what to do with this. Pending decision.

A Beautiful Relationship — DCMK, KaiShin and HakuHei, a continuation years later from my oneshot A Beautiful Friendship. Might continue this, might post an outline; haven’t decided.

Love in G Major — Hetalia, USUK, PruCan, Giripan and a host of other ships, Nyotalia human high school AU. Had a vague idea of some plot points so might post that in case someone wants to adopt it.

Cardgate — YGO/Stargate crossover, I know I have like half a chapter in a notebook somewhere that I never posted, so I think I’ll finish that chapter and then post an outline lol

Relics of the Tau’ri — Hetalia/Stargate crossover, might post an outline of where the story was headed.

Magical Cicadas — Higurashi/HP crossover, Higurashi characters get reborn as HP characters. I have a chapter or two of this in a notebook somewhere that I’ll post once I find it.

[greenvengeance]

Now, see, normally, teenagers in New York were supposed to have long since been home by now -- it was pitch black out, and this city was a very dangerous place to be at night. What, with all the murderers, gangs, robbers, all that stuff that Ma had been super anal about for the past, like, eleven years. But tonight, psychology club at school had run longer than intended ( thanks to Carlton and his genderbent Heathers gang busting in after their football practice and wreaking havoc, but as club president, she handled it, and she handled it well, thank you very much, ) and so Cleo was being forced to walk home alone.

It taken even longer too, since Officer Friendly and his ragtag team of porkers decided to keep stopping her and warning her to get home at least once a block without offering her a ride once -- not that she would've taken it. She didn't trust the NYPD for shit, not even a car ride. But still, it was annoying and definitely did nothing to help speed her up.

Right now, she was only a block away from home, and she'd decided to stop and grab food for herself and the siblings. When she was leaving the building she'd heard a series of weird noises and, assuming it was either a stray animal or someone who might need help, she went to investigate, and found herself face to face with...who she could only assume was a mutant. How many other mutants were there in New York ?

She stared for a lingering moment, before deciding to answer. " Uh -- prob'ly somethin' ah' ain't meant ta' be lookin' at, no offense. You, uh...you want a burger ? Ah' got a bunch but you can have a couple if ya need. "

@greenvengeance LIKED THIS FOR A STARTER ( from SUPERFLY ! )

     SUPERFLY GENERALLY MADE it a point to do whatever he could to keep himself from being CAUGHT by anyone. This was always true even prior to making his name known on the streets, but it became especially true following his, er…GIANT MONSTER INCIDENT. Y’see, he didn’t exactly know for sure if the residents of NYC would recognize him NOT like that, buuut it wasn’t particularly a theory he was willing to put to the test. He’d be willing to give humans their due just this once and expect that they weren’t nearly that dense.  ( Funnily enough, it wasn’t the risk of angry mobs that worried him. He’d dealt with those before. He just had BIGGER problems at the moment, and that sort of attention would only attract said bigger problem. )

     That being said, he’s not nearly as CLEAN as he was before. No crew to back him up, constantly on the move — he’s been running on empty for a while now. Making mistakes that he never used to make. He’s just trying to make it through the day, man. It was probably only inevitable that it’d CATCH UP to him, that he’d finally slip up at the WRONG time and someone would finally SEE him.

     Well, someone HAS spotted him, and as soon as he’s realized it, he’s FROZEN in place, red compound eyes wide with that unmistakable ‘OH SHIT’ look. Caught red-handed shortly after nabbing himself something to eat — that’s all he was doing. Now he’s standing just a short distance away from some girl who happened to stumble upon him. As his shock dissipates and he returns to his senses, though, slightly bent wings twitch in agitation. Brows furrow, forming an annoyed glare.

     “ The hell are YOU starin’ at ? “

[lindzem]

THE SUGAR WITCH

"Frost, did you hear me?"

Jack jerked from his own thoughts and looked at his teacher, Miss Bellamy pointing at her board.

"Y-Yes ma'am. Sorry I--"

"Then would you please come up and solve the arithmatic problem."

Jack swallowed, but forced a smile.

"Yes, certainly."

He stood from his desk and walked up to the board. He knew his equations well enough, but his mind was too worried about other things. Much too worried. He took the chalk and wrote an answer.

"That's wrong, Frost. The answer is 35. Go sit back down and get your head out of the clouds."

Jack shuffled back to his desk and sunk down in his chair. He couldn't wait for the school day to be over.

Finally Miss Bellamy released them and Jack was the first one to sprint out of the building. He ran as fast he could through the town amd to the farm he called home. It wasn't much. It was quaint and cozy, with good crops and some small animals. However, when he heard a commotion from the barn, his eyes widened with panic.

"Augh--! What in heavens name-!?"

Jack rushed to the barn, dropping his school satchel and yanking open the doors. He saw his caretaker, North laying on his back in the pig pen cursing in a different language. Jack leapt over and helped him stand.

"North, what are you doing out of bed?! I said I'd take care of the chores when I got home!"

North groaned and stood, cracking his back a little.

"Oh, Jack, did not know you would be home so soon."

"I come home about the same time everyday--"

"Baghk--Nevermind. I am not going to lay in bed all day when there is work to be done--Buuaghuagh-!"

The older man hacked and sputtered some dry hard coughs. Jack clenched his jaw, the deep worry all over his face.

"Please, you need to rest."

North pushed Jack away a bit.

"Nonsense, I am fine! I have never felt stronger, see?"

The bearded man strolls over and attempts to grab an axe out of a tree stump, but it won't budge. Jack knew North was strong as an Ox when healthy, but this time he knew he had caught a terrible cold that was getting worse.

"North..."

"Just one second!"

"North please can we just--"

"Hold on, almost got it--"

"NORTH!!!"

The older man stopped and slowly turned back to the young teenager, whose chest was heaving and tears were streaming down his cheeks. North's expression immediately softened and he went over and hugged Jack lovingly.

"Alright, my boy. Alright....I am sorry. Please do not cry. I will be better soon enough."

Jack sniffled and smiled a little. They both went back inside the house.

The next day, Jack awoke to find North in a cold sweat, wheezing and hacking. A deep fear struck through Jack's heart. He grabbed his cloak and rushed to the doctor's house in town. He knocked on the door, practically banging until it opened and he saw Dr. Higgins standing there. He looked a bit annoyed to see Jack again, but also a bit sad.

"Dr. Higgins, please, I need you to come take another look at North right away--"

"Hold your horses, Jack. Have you been giving him the tonic I prescribed?"

"Yes, every day twice a day, just like you said--!"

"Then there isn't anymore I can do for him."

"Please, I beg you, it will just take a minute--"

"Jack, no. Im sorry. I have other patients. I do truly hope North recovers and you have my deepest sympathies. Good day, Frost."

Jack steps aside and watches in shock as Dr. Higgins moves past and leaves. He stands there for a few minutes looking heartbroken amd hopeless. Until another boy he knew from school named Terry spots him. He jogs across the street to meet him.

"Jack! Hey, Jack! What are you doing?"

Jack turns his face away, not wanting Terry to see him crying.

"Nothing...I was just leaving."

Terry watches Jack start to walk away, but catches up to his side.

"It's about North, isn't it..."

Jack sniffled and didn't respond. Terry piped up a little.

"Hey, I'm not suppossed to really say anything but...there's been a rumor going around lately at school."

"I don't have time for stupid pranks, Terry--"

"It's about a witch."

Jack pauses and eyes him.

"A witch?...Are you kidding me?"

"They say that if you bring her a bag of sugar and a name of a person, she'll curse your enemies. So we call her the Sugar Witch."

"And she...can do magic?"

"Well, yeah, Johnathan swears that he brought her two bags of sugar and asked her to put a curse on Riley for bullying him. The next day Riley was tripping everywhere he went! Everyone saw it! But you have to do it at night, they say. Head south until you find the giant burned tree stump and place your offering there."

Jack laughed and wiped his tears away.

"Thank you, Terry! Thank you! I won't forget this!"

Jack sprinted off as fast as his legs could carry him to the store. He used all of his allowance to purchase 5 bags of sugar. He stuffed them in his satchel and raced off back home to the farm. He checked in on North to find the man sleeping deeply. With a hopeful smile, the boy snatched a lantern and ran back outside off into the forest as the sun started to go down.

Jack went south and finally found the burned giant tree stump. It was quickly becoming dark and the forest was dangerous at night to get lost in.

He gently took out the bags of sugar and set them down neatly onto the stump next to his lantern. A breeze kicked up and the wind moaned all around eeriely. Jack shivered and looked around at the the encroaching shadows.

"This is lunacy...why did I do this?"

He cleared his throat and yelled.

"OH GREAT, UH...SUGAR WITCH! HEED MY PLEA AND SEE MY OFFERINGS OF--!!!"

Suddenly a voice rang sharply back close by.

"No need to yell! Heavens above, boy!"

Jack stood there frozen as he watched a tall slender woman with grey skin and short black hair step out from behind a tree just across the way. Her eyes, golden like the crowns of kings, seemed to glow and watch him in the darkness. Jack was terrified that he had angered her! He braced for an attack of some sort to punish him for his insolence. Until she just yawned loudly and stretched. She strolled lazily over and looked at the bags of sugar. She raised a brow and laughed.

"My goodness, you've brought so much. I can bake up a storm with all this sweet crystal goodness~!"

Jack slowly lowered his guard to see that she was inspecting all the bags rather nonchalantly. Her dress was as black as her hair and he spotted the slit v neck down her chest low to eccentuate her breasts.

He blushed and yanked his gaze away, never having seen any woman dress so boldly.

"I-I have brought you your sugar, now I would like to ask for your help..."

He spoke softer, fearful that she might curse him if he said or did anything she didnt like.

The woman nodded and sat down on the stump, crossing her legs and inspecting her long nails.

"Alright kid, make this snappy. Whaddaya want in return? Want me to put a curse on someone? Turn their hair gray? Put worms in their food? Make someone trip a lot? I got all kinds of curses, just name it."

Jack bit his lip nervously.

"I...I don't want to curse anyone. I came to request your magic to help my father. He's very ill and he's not getting better..."

The witch jerked up and stared straight at Jsck ith the most perplexed look. He had caught her offguard.

"You...want my *help*?"

Jack couldn't stop his desperation from showing through. He dove and knelt at her feet and bowed his head, clinging to her dress while he sobbed.

"Please, I'm begging you! You're my last hope...!"

The witch's eyes widened in shock at this boy before her. A terrified child with nowhere else to turn. She sighed and groaned in annoyance, letting her empathy get the better of her.

"Ok, fine, just stop getting your snot all over my dress! Ughh...This is gonna be a doozy..."

[candraz]

Two shadows✨

Some news cause I didn’t post anything in some time : I’m currently not in the best mood sadly, I’m trying my best to keep my head out of the water and continue working despite everything but it’s hard... I finally manage to seek help so if everything goes right I should get better🍀 don’t worry tho, I’m still here, I’m still working hard and my dm are always open to talk💖🍀

I’m also sorry for posting practically only rotg related stuff, especially Pitch. I wanted to show more of my oc and other fan stuff but..... Pitch is really a comfort character for me and in the middle of a art block of sort he’s almost the only one thing keeping me happy and less stressed... so yeah I hope it’s still nice to follow me here and that you appreciate the things I do here 🍀!

Love you all 💖

[oldtimesart]

BRINGING A BLACKSAND (pitch x sandman) I NEVER SHOW AND A MOONLIGHT (the man in the moon x midnight ) in my old doll style

I still in love whit this ships and very proud of this style and i love what a BIG WOMAN THE MAN IN THE MOON GB IS HEUHEUHEUHEUHEUHE

[thechangeling]

Ok this is me trying to create a master list for my fanfiction. These aren't in chronological order and some of them are really old.

Helen Blackthorn:

I was the one who found him

Ty and Helen oneshot before the ending scene in LOS.

Be wise enough to wonder, be brave and let it go

Helen and Mark reflect on their childhoods.

Fire

Helen learns what Jace said in COHF and goes off.

Haline:

I'm at your mercy

R-rated haline post-date fic.

Don't let the basterds get you down

Helen is having a bad day, luckily Aline is there for her.

Kierarktina:

I don't care if I'm forgiven

A continuation of the Kiertina infirmary scene.

The lucky ones

Kierarktina proposal fic.

You have found two

Cristina breaks down and Tessa knows exactly what to say to comfort her. Polyam pride y'all.

And maybe one day I'll get around to fixing myself too

An exploration of enneagram Two Cristina Mendoza Rosales.

Six of crows:

I feel safe in the 5 am light

Six of crows Kanej fic.

Kit character peices:

For better or worse, I am alive

Kit struggles with depression.

Say my name or I won't survive

Kit comes out to Jessa as nonbinary.

Shame

Kit reflects on his life and his sexual orientation

She burns like rum on a fire

Kit deals with abuse

What's in your head

5 times Kit didn't realize he had ADHD.

Part 2

...and the one time he did.

According to you

Kit struggling with undiagnosed ADHD. Ft. Janessa.

Kitty fics:

When no one's watching part 1

When Kit gets seriously injured, Ty comes to see him.

Part 2

Kit wakes up.

The day the earth stood still

Kitty's first meeting from Ty's pov.

Eutony in a whisper

Genderbent kitty

There's nothing to be afraid of

The first fic I ever wrote when I was 18! Set before QOAAD, Kit goes to see Magnus for help.

The Game: A ten things I hate about you Au.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The one thing you can never do

Kitty reunion on the roof.

Kitty fluff

Just some sweet morning kitty fluff.

Kitty snippet

Just a snippet, not a full fic.

Out of our heads. Out of our minds.

Ty misses Kit, but he's seeing Anush. Terrible decisions are made.

Ty's letter to Kit

Ty writes to Kit during TWP.

Lost and Found

Kit and Ty reunion. Only Ty gets to say his peice.

No one's gonna take you away from me

Kit and Ty are being adorable, happy and in love, until Julian walks in.

Power

In a world full of chaos, Ty attempts to remain in control. Featuring sex favorable Kit Herondale.

Tell me a story

Ty doesn't believe in fate

But you like her better: Part 1 Part 2

Kit has a new girlfriend. Ty might be jealous.

If I keep my eyes closed: Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6: FINAL CHAPTER!

5 times people saw Ty wearing the Herondale necklace and thought Kit and Ty were dating, and the one time they were actually right.

I will pull you so close

Kitty being adorable and stargazing together. Based on Venus by SAL.

Pitch black, pale blue

Kit's internal struggle as he deals with his feelings for Ty, based on Neptune by SAL.

My armour falls apart

Ty is determined to protect Kit. No matter what.

All I wanted

Kit and Livvy's kiss from Ty's pov.

Terrified with the lights out: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Ty is dying from his connection to Livvy's ghost. But Kit is determined to save him, whatever the cost.

I wash my mouth out, but still taste you

Fwb kitty. These dumbasses do not know how to communicate.

Ty character peices:

The Box

Ty dealing with trauma, disassociation and ableism. Features my OC Alyssa.

Love

Ty deals with some dark shit.

Ty's vows

Ty's wedding vows to Kit. I honestly think this is the best fic I've ever written.

Enough

Ty needs to get his mind off of Kit. Features my OC Alyssa.

I used to say that there was no such thing as we

Ty meets another autistic person at the scholomance and they bond.

The island of misfit toys

Christmas at the Scholomance.

The Changeling

Ty and Kieran talk about identity

Tell me I'm wrong

Ty breaks down in front of Livvy

Five

Christopher Lightwood leaves a letter that Ty finds, and quickly realizes it was meant for him.

Not the only freak

Ty has worries. Alyssa eases his mind.

Seven days

Ty's log of his attempts at sobriety.

The wall

Ty learns that he is autistic.

Oh love, I'm sorry if I smothered you

After seeing Kit at Blackthorn hall, Ty breaks down.

OC POVS:

Little Girl

Character exploration fic about my OC Alyssa.

Who we've been dying to become

A fic about Alyssa and Kit being enneagram fours and bonding over it.

Me and I are not friends

A character peice on my OC Lizzie

Your heartbeat is disguised as mine

One shot about my OC Janessa and her friendship with Kit.

Friend make sense of me

On her way to meet up with Ty, Alyssa meets Jaime Rosales...

I remember the minute

Janessa opens up to Kit about her past

Loveless

Alyssa teaches Ty to dance and lets herself love again.

Not gonna write you a love song

Future generation:

Alyssa Reyes is lonely. But not for the reasons people think.

I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror

Alyssa seeks out Kieran in her time of need.

Aimless

A story about aged up Mina Carstairs.

Despair

Part 2 of Aimless

The Fall

One shot about my OC Gianna, the eldest Kierarktina child.

Thanessa:

Nightblooming

A oneshot between my OC Janessa and Thaís Pedroso. Janessa and Thaís go on their first date.

Only love

Thais confesses her feelings to Janessa.

The price of this so called perfection

Rule following, self-policing Thaís learns how to stand up for themself. Ft. Nonbinary, enneagram one Thaís.

Thaís' list

Thaís has a lot of things they can't stand about Janessa....

TLH:

Unbreak the broken

Alastair goes for a late night walk and tries to calm his chaotic mind. Ft. Autistic Alastair.

Wake up

Thomas decides to finally be honest with Alastair, and himself. Enneagram Nine Thomas.

Enneagram fics:

And maybe one day I'll get around to fixing myself too

An exploration of enneagram Two Cristina Mendoza Rosales.

Five

Christopher Lightwood leaves a letter that Ty finds, and quickly realizes it was meant for him.

Who we've been dying to become

A fic about Alyssa and Kit being enneagram fours and bonding over it.

The price of this so called perfection

Rule following, self-policing Thaís learns how to stand up for themself. Ft. Nonbinary, enneagram one Thaís.

I remember the minute

Janessa opens up to Kit about her past.

Wake up

Thomas decides to finally be honest with Alastair, and himself. Enneagram Nine Thomas.

[number-one-micoverse-fan]

Playing With Your Food

Genderbent Monster Band AU! Jay and Robin need a little pick-me-up after the band’s latest show...

[content warnings: men, blood, death, murder, explicit descriptions of violence, monster girls flirting]

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"Ha, wow, you chicks're really committed to the monster act, huh?" The man laughs, almost tripping over himself as Robin tugs him along, "Not even takin' off the makeup for the after party..."

Robin smirks at him, a flash of mischief in her eyes, "What? It doesn't bother you, does it? You scared, big boy?"

"Nah way, 's kinda sexy..." He's not blackout drunk, just touched enough to not be thinking straight. Just enough to follow them out through the back door of the bar towards the van,

"Wassup with yer friend? She not like me or somethin'?"

Robin glances ahead at Jay. She's already at the back door of the van, arms crossed, expression coldly indifferent as she watches them. Though when their eyes meet, Jay's icy exterior softens just a little.

"She just plays hard to get, don't let it bother you," Robin purrs and drags the man towards the vehicle. As Jay reaches to open the van, there's a thud from the roof and Poppy peers down with a wide, wild grin, fangs on full display, her eyes flashing in the gloom like an animals.

"Oooohhhh, hey guys~ Gonna have some fun? Leave some for me! He looks tasty~" She laughs, ducking back to avoid Jay's swipe that gets nowhere near her.

"Go find your own playdate, puppy," Robin shoos her away, "This one's for me 'n Jay."

"Party pooper! I'm telling Ann you're playing with your food again!" Poppy sticks her tongue out and slides off the roof of the van, skipping back towards the bar. She gives them one more brilliant grin that gleams in the dark before she ducks through the back door and is gone.

"She coulda joined us..." The man mumbles, staring at the bar. But Robin grabs his chin and forces him to look into her brilliantly red eyes, rich and deep and electric.

"No way, lollipop. We don't wanna share. You're ours." Her voice is satin and silk, black curtains and lace, a glitter of silver and rubies in the dark. If the man wasn't drunk already, Robin's hypnotic gaze would have done the trick.

Jay heaves the back doors of the van open and Robin pushes the drunk man. He hits his knees on the edge of the van and falls backwards into it, sloppily scrabbling on his elbows to get the rest of the way inside. It's not until Jay and Robin have climbed in after him and pulled the doors shut that he feels like something is wrong.

It's dark in the van, nearly pitch black--there are no windows in the back and a thick curtain is pulled between the front to block most of the light from the windshield. But where the man had expected to feel shag carpet or something similar beneath him, he finds only an unfamiliar crinkling of plastic tarp. Some animal part of his brain not saturated in alcohol wriggles a warning, one he misunderstands,

"Wow, haha, you ladies plan on gettin' messy, huh...?"

"You have no idea..." Jay growls. There's movement in the dark and then a van light clicks on, dull yellow, dirty and hardly a light worthy to read by. But it's enough for the man to see the two woman standing over him, looking down at him with hungry eyes. A hunger he misreads entirely.

He's missing all the warning signs. The plastic sheeting hung up on the walls and ceiling of the van, the bolt that Jay's thrown to secure the back doors, the makeshift soundproof padding pressed under the plastic. The way Robin's red eyes are glowing in the gloomy lighting.

"We were watching you," Jay says, leaning down and grabbing one of the man's ankles in a grip that is ice cold and a lot stronger than her small, skinny frame implies, "The way you wouldn't leave those girls alone at the bar...the way you kept grabbing them..." She yanks on his ankle, jerking his leg out straight, never taking her eyes off his face, pinning him there with strength and gaze.

"You couldn't have handled girls like that, candycorn," Robin laughs lightly, shifting to crouch beside the man's head. She grabs his wrists and pins them over his head with one frighteningly strong grip. He whimpers as she squeezes, making his bones ache, "They're way out of your league."

"Frankly, we're way out of your league too," Jay is using a rather obscene amount of duct tape on the man's ankles, pinning them down securely to the floor of the van, "But you're an idiot and we can't resist dismantling assholes with egos bigger than their dicks."

"Wh...what're....haha, oh, uh, you into some kinky shit huh...?" That niggling sense that something is wrong is starting to push against the drunk part of the man's brain, his brash bravado wavering as Robin tapes his wrists down too, "Only, uh, I don't, ya know, uh....do the bottom stuff so--"

"Shut up," Robin slaps some duct tape over his mouth with a smile that shows her fangs in their full glory, "I'm really sick of hearing your voice."

"Surprised you haven't ripped his throat out already," Jay says conversationally, pushing some of the plastic aside to grab the tool box. It rattles threateningly as she opens it and pulls out a huge carving knife. The man whines into the tape on his mouth.

"I'm surprised you didn't bite his hands off when he grabbed my ass," Robin replies with a smirk.

Jay scowls darkly, looking downright murderous with the knife in her hands, "I was this close to gutting him on the spot. Just didn't want to get us banned from another venue..."

"You're so sweet, babe~" Robin shuffles over on her knees to give Jay a kiss on the cheek, "What do you think? Should we make it quick? Or do you wanna do this one bite at a time?"

Both of them look at the man the same way a wolf looks at its prey and its then that the poor fool realizes he's doomed. He tries to scream but if just comes out as a muffled sound, he thrashes against the tape but there's too much of it pinning him to the floor of the van. He's helpless, at their mercy, and he can tell by their faces that neither of these creatures have any mercy at all. He shakes his head, begging, pleading, chest heaving.

Robin takes a deep breath through her nose, eyes closing as she inhales, "God, he smells fucking terrified. Oooohh, what a nice strong heart in his chest. Just listen to that blood pumping..."

"You're weird." Jay mutters, reaching back into the toolbox to pull out some rubber hosing and some kind of bags, "Come on, let's drain a couple pints from him before we chop him up. We've got a long trip to the next joint and I don't wanna listen to you bitching about how hungry you are."

"Aaawww, it's so sweet that you think of me, Jay~" Robin coos, fluttering her lashes at Jay.

Jay grumbles as she goes about her business, crawling over to the man’s trapped arms with a flustered scowl. She grabs one of his elbows and wrenches it down, twisting the arm in its socket and dislocating his shoulder entirely. The man screams and bucks wildly but Jay pays him no mind as she digs the tip of the knife into the crook of the man’s elbow and jams the tube in as blood begins to well from the cut. She sucks on the end of the tubing until the blood starts flowing down the tube, then she quickly switches the tube to feed into the bag. It looks like a modified and reinforced ziploc bag—wrapped in packing tape, the top sealed with duct tape, and some kind of rubber valve like a spout from an inflatable toy fixed to it with even more tape. It takes a few tries for Jay to get the tube into the valve and she makes a frustrated noise when she ends up smearing blood all over the bag and her hands.

“Shhh, babe, you look good in red,” Robin hums, gently taking one of Jay’s hand and kissing the tips of Jay’s bloody fingers, “Mm, yummy.” Then she puts Jay’s fingers into her mouth. Jay squeaks, blue skin darkening in a blush, and almost drops the bag. Robin laughs and lets go, making Jay yank her hand back.

“Don’t fucking do that shit when I’m working!” Jay snaps but there’s no venom in her voice, just a flustered affection that makes Robin smile, “Here, god, go put this in the cooler! Then we can chop this fucker up and eat! I’m starving!”

The man starts crying again, whining through the tape on his face, and Jay rolls her eyes as she picks up the knife again, “So it’s okay for you to harass girls but the minute someone else is in power, you turn in a baby. You guys are all the same. Fuckin’ weak.” She drives the knife into his dislocated shoulder and the man shrieks into the gag, struggling to get away from the pain. Blood splatters the floor of the van as Jay saw down into the meat and muscle. When she hit bone, she drops the knife for a moment to reach in with her bare hands and snap the bone apart. The screaming and crying continue from the victim, his eyes wild and unfocused, delirious with agony.

“It’s not fair to say stuff like that,” Robin has returned from stowing the blood bag, carrying a knife of her own, “I mean, we’re kind of the perfect predators to hunt humans. It’s not their fault they make such easy prey.”

Jay has finally succeeded in liberating the man of his arm. She drops her knife, blood slathered up and down her front, her blue skin painted red all the way up to her elbows. She sniffs at the meat of the upper arm, then opens her mouth wide and digs her teeth into the flesh. Muscle and fat and skin squelch between her canines, blood that’s still burning hot filling her mouth as she wrestles to tear a chunk from the meat, twisting and jerking her head to get it free.

She sits back to chew her prize, gore smeared over her face, catching in the stitches down her cheek. Blood oozes from between her lips, drips on the spreading pool as their victim bleeds out between them. His struggles have weakened, his eyes misty with tears and fatigue. Jay doesn’t even glance at him as she swallows and licks her lips,

“Kinda salty. Probably had cheap ass beer.”

Robin laughs and shakes her head when Jay looks around at her, “That’s just a good look on you, Jay. Covered in blood. We should try that for a makeup look next show. Freshly fed zombie. It’s pretty hot.”

Jay blushes again, “Y-yeah, well, it’d just be a pain in the ass to—“

She doesn’t get a chance to say more. Robin cups Jay’s face in her hands, leaning across their dying meal to press their lips together. Jay makes a startled sound and then a soft one, sinking into Robin’s warmth, feeling the heat flush her own cold, dead skin. She feels dizzy when Robin pulls back, like she’s up there in the clouds, head spinning cotton candy and stars. She blinks at Robin and gives her a little, wobbly smile. Robin smiles back, bright red blood on her own lips, stark against the white of her fangs.

“Sexy…” Jay mumbles and then flushes furiously, glaring down at the dead man’s torso because she’s too flustered to meet Robin’s gaze.

“I know you are, but what am I,” Robin teases and then laughs when Jay scowls at her, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Let’s just finish this up. I wanna cuddle you so fucking bad right now.”

“Think we should keep some of the bones for Poppy and Ann?”

“Yeah, just the leg ones, I think. Ann likes eating the marrow. You gonna finish that arm?”

“Uh, yeah, duh. You can have the heart, I’m not in the mood for chewy muscle tonight.”

“Aw, babe, you don’t like my muscles?”

“I swear to god I will stab you with this knife.”

[thesoulspulse]

I’m going to be taking a short break from working on my two current fanfics “Ghost in the Machine” & “Haunted Soul” because as much as I love my genderbent Danny and my Danny Program AU I need to step away from these two for a bit since I’m getting a bit burnt out working on such similar characters at the same time. Plus I really miss working with my first oc, Owen Ravenwood. His creation is the reason I’m here in the phandom so my plan is to go back and re-read “The Grimoire” & “Ravenheart” so I can take notes on what character/story details I’d like to keep and which ones to scrap. I remember the most important lore involved but it can’t hurt to double-check!

One thing I do plan to keep for obvious reasons is Owen’s family Grimoire, aka an ancient tome passed down through his ancestors containing spells, family secrets, alchemical remedies, history, and so on. If anyone else tries to unlock the hidden contents of the book with their blood, the pages turn solid black. Otherwise, to a normal person it looks like a blank journal from the get-go so they would assume there was never anything in it to begin with. At least, that’s the general idea but I’ll probably only keep the pages turning black part and have it so the contents of the book magically hides it’s true nature from anyone outside of the family. I just used a screenshot from the show to make a book ral quick so the rest of you could get an idea of what this magical defense mechanism would look like. I didn’t bother watermarking it since it’s just a book anyone could draw really.

“Vlad discovered this seal by accident while flipping through the blank pages silently wondering if the historian had inadvertently sold him an unused journal and carelessly cut his finger. And when Vlad's blood dripped onto the parchment, some kind of strange archaic lettering written in matching red ink bloomed across the page. This unusual phenomenon only lasted for a few seconds though before it reacted negatively to the ghostly essence in his blood, instantly turning all of its pages pitch black and then proceeded to latch itself shut so that its secrets, like Owen's, were so tantalizingly close and yet well out of his reach!”

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 11/23/21

vacation problems, baybee

listening pitch black, by sencit feat. lady blackbird (deathloop soundtrack). i do not think i will be playing this game since a particular twist was revealed to me (if i had two nickels &tc) and my backlog is already...very long, but this track is a banger. i like this more than many “real” james bond movie opening songs

reading mawrth valliis, by EPHK. the schtick is “presented in the original martian” which i think could have been a stronger creative choice if there was less dialogue? the lettering is very pretty, but it’s sort of a frustrating read. i fucking hate the character design and the twist, but the art is lovely in a very textural way, and i’m a sucker for pages like this. 126 p is not a lot of my time wasted

watching the anime otherside picnic is based off the light novel (and manga adaptation) of otherside picnic by iori miyazawa, itself based off the novel roadside picnic by the strugatsky brothers. in short, otherside picnic is a gay genderbent college AU isekai that manages to capture some of the psychological horror and financial desperation of the original. still with me? available free here (legally, even! you’re welcome).

i care about these girls in a way i don’t usually with anime. part of this is bc this anime does tick all my boxes- young lesbians figuring themselves out, who grow into a well-oiled pair that also goofs around on their off time, a perpetually exasperated handler/patron, The City Is Alive And Will Get You, it’s an adaptation of one of my favorite things, jokes about the availability and type of guns in open-world RPGs that made me laugh like a hyena. there’s a bit about someone growing their hair out that genuinely gutted me. i am probably going to buy physical copies of these light novels bc apparently the POV voice is Quite Something and they’re more explicitly gay.

the animation is Fine, the sound mixing is quite good imo, the emotional arcs were satisfying, i really love halfhour shows bc it’s so easy to watch a whole season in like three days if you’re not careful. hour-long shows are Appointment Television. that’s a Time Investment i simply do not always have

this show (unfortunately) features the US military stationed at okinawa (the marines ARE the ones most likely to get themselves into this sort of situation tbh) and therefore cannot let anything really bad happen to them although i really do think they should just be left to tear each other apart in the Zone/otherside

playing still having a Time with meshes not meshing in sable (also a piece of graffiti i needed to follow to start a quest simply...wasn’t there?) but it’s very forgivable, imo. i am willing to put up with a lot for a pretty game with mysterious solar-system spanning mysteries and wrecked ships to climb around. 4/6 of the way done with the ship AI quest and i am extremely excited and also pre-grieving what i think happened

ANYWAY. BIG DISH YAAAAAAY

making found :) dead :) moths :) in :) my :) new :) sewing :) machine :) cabinet :) so that’s been fumigated to the best of my ability, please cross your fingers i did not introduce clothes moths to my house bc that’s the last fucking thing i need (sewing machine backstory here)

so i haven’t actually started sewing anything yet, and the first thing i was going to make was a new ironing board cover, so it’s hard to prep anything. am i starting with any of the half finished projects i have already cut out? heavens fucking no we’re going to do something with this dreadful flag print i picked up in the summer. setting invisible zippers, truly my beloathed

pattern companies: it’s a shift dress...with a TWIST!

me, every time: it’s a shift dress... with a TWIST!!! :0

[atemins]

Genderbent Kai fanfiction (Ninjago warning very bad)

I went through some old documents and I found this very old very bad Lego Ninjago fanfiction. So this is a rewrite of the pilot episode of when Kai joins the Ninja but as a girl. Thought it was a brilliant idea at the time and now I’m cringing.

Kailee’s life had never really been the best, sure she had an amazing older sister and they’ve had had enough savings to get them both enrolled in school so they both had an education, (Nya being 15 and Kailee being 13)  they, of course, worked in all their free time being orphans and all. But all in all, they were pretty happy, their father had teched Nya how to smith and she in turn, when they lost their parents, taught Kai so they could take turns running the shop. Kai was not very good as a blacksmith but she was terrible with customers so she more often than not ran the smithing part whilst Nya took orders. So life was pretty ok, not good, but it could be worse. That changed when an old man suddenly turned up at their shop. Kai being impatient asked the old man to leave when he didn’t want to buy anything. Shortly after of course Skeletons turned up and Kai being better with the combat part (in her opinion) opted to protect her older sister but of course, Nya wanted to protect Kai so she jumped in the way of the skeleton claw when it tried to capture Kai. The old man turned up and saved Kai from a falling pole.

After some crying (Kai only had some dirt in her eyes she swears) Master Wu took Kai to train her into a ninja. After some intense sweaty days, Kai stood in the mirror and took in her appearance. Kai had always had very long hair, spiky but long, but now it was cut jagged falling just above her shoulder. Green eyes stared back at her where she stood, in the red pajamas she had been gifted she looked like a boy. Not that she had a problem with that but Kai had always been the girlier between her and Nya. That also reminded her of how her education had been cut short, how miserable. She was just about to leave when something moved behind her, instantly she was on her toes. When three hooded black-clad figures attacked her she fought back, the battle moved them outside where Kai activated the training course to even the odds. She was just about to kick one of the attackers when Wu came out.

Instantly the three intruders lined up and bowed, Kai was so confused.

“Sensei we found an intruder,” a deep scrowly voice said.

“Yeah sensei did you see how we kicked his butt?” an energetic slightly pitched voice said.

“Excuse me who are you calling intruder, intruder?” Kai said, offended at being called a dude.

“Ey man why is your voice so squeaky,” the energetic one asked.

Kai shot him a death glare but before she could respond Master Wu spoke.

“Enough my students”

“What!! they are your student too” Kai said in disbelief. “This was the test you talked about?”

“Wait hold on, back the train what?” the energetic one said throwing his hands up in disbelief. “You never said anything about a forth. Have you never heard of the magical three? three little pigs, three musketeers, three….”

“What he means sensei is that we already are a group, we’re solid,” the deep voice said.

“Not so solid looking to me,” Kai said earning her a dirty look  

“Master what is the meaning of this?” the final voice said sounding kinda, robotic.

“You four has been chosen for a very special reason, all of you have an elemental power burning in you, Ninja go!” Wu said starting a spinjitzu.

They all looked at their new outfit and weapons, Kai now held a katana in her hands and noticed the she now had the same clothes the others had but in red.

“Jay, blue and the master of lightning,” Wu said.

“Ha, that’s not all I’m the master of, I do a little inventing,i dabble in model building, touch of cooking a little poetry……”

“Cole, black, solid as rock and master of earth” Wu said cutting Jay of.

Cole swung his scythe pointing it at Kai.

“Nice to meet you new kid, I’ve got your back,and for the record there ain't nothing in this world I’m afraid of.

“Except for dragons,” The white one said.

“Dragons are not from this world Zane, I said IN this world,” Cole said crossing his arms.

“White ninja, Zane master of ice and sear with sixth sense,” Master Wu said.

Zane did some showing off.

“I can sense this one takes it a bit too seriously,” Kai said to Cole.

“You too have the gift?” Zane said making Jay explain that is was a joke promoting Zane to let out the fakest laugh Kai had ever heard.

“And Kailee, the newest member, and master of fire,” Wu said drawing all the attention to her.

“Wait, isn’t Kailee a girls name??” Jay asked when Kai took down her hood.

She scowled at him and was about to retort when Wu cut her off.

“Attention!! You four are the chosen ones who will protect the four weapons of Spinjitzu, from Lord Garmadon.” Wu said paying no attention to his students.

“But what about MY sister?!” Kai said angrily.

“Wait we’re saving a girl, is she hot?” Jay said leaning in to Kai.

“JAY!” Cole said.

“What?! I just want to know what we are getting ourselves into,” Jay said defensively. “Does she like blue?”

“Back off,” Kai said growling

“When we find the weapons, we will find your sister,” Sensei Wu said. “It is time, we must go to the first weapon.

“Wait you said you were going to teach us spinjitzu,” Cole spoke up.

“Spinjitzu is in each and every one of you, the key will only be unlocked when it’s ready to be found,” Wu said. “Come! my feet are tired, we will take the horse carriage.” Wu started to walk away.

“Ok before we move on I must ask Kailee, are you trans or like non-binary or something? Jay asked curiously. “You know to not disrespect you or anything dude.” he defended when Kai shoot him a death glare.

“No, I’m a fucking girl can’t you tell?” Kai said growling at him.

“No way, we have to babysit a girl sensei?” Cole asked in disbelief getting a nod of agreement from Zane making the old man stop

“Yes sensei we can’t afford someone weaker to follow us, what we do is dangerous,” he said.

Kai was fuming.

“Wait how old are you?” Jay asked making the taller ones stare at her.

“What does it matter?” she answered angrily.

“Well both me and Cole are 16 and Jay is 15 so it would be optimal if you were around our age as well,” Zane said matter of factly.

“13, I’m 13 and it doesn’t matter if I’m younger I can still fight!” Kai said practically smoking from rage.

“WHAT!!?” the three boys stared at her. “Sensei she’s not only a girl but a kid too, we can’t babysit we’re ninjas!”

Before Wu could speak Kai moved and fast as lightning kicked all the boys where the sun won’t shine and they all crumbled to the ground.

“Well I expect you to be ready we will be leaving soon,” Wu said turning around to walk inside.

Kai followed turning around to stick her tongue out at the groning boys.

Ugh boys, she thought bitterly.

[chicksung]

One Last Time || Park Jisung

Genre: Fluff, best friends to lovers!au, nonidol!au. Part of the @neo-the-stars-net halloween collab

Pairing: best friend!jisung x fem reader

Word Count: 2.9k (I didn’t intend for this to happen)

Warning/s: Mentions of fake blood (red paint), singular mention of alcohol (not consumed by either party)

Synopsis: Senior year. Full of teenagers trying to pack the most into their last year of high school to make it memorable. You and Jisung have decided that this year will be the end of your tradition, trick or treating. Better make it count, right?

A/N: I was so happy to be able to be a part of this collab and a special thanks to @ncitythoughts for letting me bounce ideas off you. I really appreciate it, elle! This concept also one my favourites. I also couldn’t find a gif of it but the costume that jisung is in is his one from Halloween 2018! Enjoy, spookies!

Adding the final touches to your makeup, you smiled brightly at your mirror image and stood up, looking the same reflection up and down at your costume. You had recently found your obsession with Stephen King horror movies, your favourite of which being It. You knew that was basic, but the character design of Pennywise was something that continued to fascinate you. So, with your slowly growing sewing capability and enough dedication, you created your genderbent Pennywise cosplay. White top with ruffled sleeves, ruffle white skirt, a lot of white, but for a bit of fun (and what was pretty much canon) you had splattered the clean material with red paint, creating fake bloodstains.

Now your face was coloured white and your lips were shaded into the creepy and sinister smile that Pennywise always harboured. Once satisfied with your reflection, you turned to your best friend. “What do you think?” You called out to him, drawing his attention away from the whiskers he was drawing on his cheeks. He looked you up and down for a moment before smiling.

“Truly terrifying.” Jisung smiled, turning back to his reflection to add the last whisker. He placed down the eyeliner pen and stood up. Jisung’s costume was also mainly white, but his taking on a more animalistic and innocent portrayal, polar opposite to your ‘blood’ splattered clothes.

“Look at you, Jwi. So cute.” You said, playfully pinching his cheeks, causing him to groan.

“Y/N stop~ We’re not five anymore.” He stated.

He was right. You weren’t five anymore. You were both eighteen and in your final year of high school. Funniest thing about this whole thing is that you didn’t even know Jisung when you were five. The two of you didn’t meet until you were eleven and the seating plan the teacher had set up had graciously introduced you to Jisung, the soft spoken, gangly boy who spent way too much time in the gymnasium for your liking, yet the two of you became inseparable.

To be quite honest, you had no idea how it happened, it just did. Asking for solutions for the math homework ended up turning into the most important friendship you’ve made.

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you ready?” Your little sister, Gyuri squawked, running into your room in her cheap Halloween store Princess Aurora dress. The young girl was six and only came up to Jisung’s knee, but her excitement was measured to approximately seven feet tall. It was the first year that your mother had let her go trick or treating but only if you went with her, and knowing Jisung, he wasn’t going to mind the girl tagging along. You knew he was very much whipped for Gyuri and she looked up to Jisung like the older brother she never had.

“Give us a minute, GyuGyu. We’re almost done here. Why don’t you go and get the little bags I bought. They’re the purple and black bags I put on the kitchen table. There’s one for each of us, and our names are written on them. Can you do that for me?” You said, slowly shrinking down to her level so she hopefully wouldn’t be to intimidated by the creepy clown makeup, but thankfully she remained bubbly.

“I can do that!” She said, her hands curling up into little fists before running back out the door she had entered not long before.

“Does she ever just...stop?” Jisung asked. He was honestly jealous with how much energy the six year old had. You shook your head, a reminiscent shine glazing over your eyes. You didn’t recognise the trance you were in until Jisung was waving his hands in front of you.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? Do you copy?” Jisung huffed, his big brown eyes almost touching your own. Your eyes finally snap back to now and you see how close in proximity your face was from his.

“Yes, I copy. Now get out of my face.” You rolled your eyes, shoving Jisung away from you. He chuckled and stepped away from you, a warm feeling buzzing in his chest. A buzz he recognised way too well, and one he only felt when he was with you.

“Okay you two, stand in front of the door. I think you know the drill.” Your mom smiled, camera clamped firmly in her hand as she gestured towards you and Jisung.

Another one for the scrapbook

You shuffled towards the tall boy, looking towards your mom and smiled. Jisung did the same. His heart shaped smile revealed his teeth and gums to the camera and your mother couldn’t stop herself from fawning over him a few seconds after the shuttering of the camera was heard.

“Aww, Jisungie, dont you just look adorable?” She cooed, making you roll your eyes. “Mom, stop it~ It’s embarrassing~”

“What? Am I not allowed to compliment someone?” She teased back before you rolled your eyes and strutted over to see the photo, a soft smile gliding across your face. This was really the end of your tradition, huh?

You and Jisung retreated back to your bedroom and from under your bed, you pulled out a scrapbook with its spine cracked from how many times it had been opened.

It had been your mother’s idea to scrapbook your friendship. Although you thought it was dumb at first, you’re really glad she had suggested it. Calling for Jisung to pass you one of your many orange gel pens, you made small decorations in the page before writing ‘Halloween, Senior Year’ at the top in cursive and glued the picture onto the page.

You couldn’t help but flick back to your very first Halloween together, you dressed in a cheap princess dress and crown (very similar to your little sister’s), and Jisung in an equally as cheap vampire costume, complete with fake teeth. Your pumpkin shaped candy buckets clutches tightly in your hands.

The more pages you flip, the more you watched yourselves grow. Jisung went to being shorter than you to being five feet taller than you and you grew into your body and developed as every girl did.

“God, I was so cringey back then.” Jisung groaned when he saw what picture you were looking at.

“And what makes you think you grew out of that?”

“And what makes you think that...that...” He tried to find something to fire back at you but all he came up with were bent bullets.

“Better luck next time, Sungie.” You smirked slyly, your hand creating a ‘V’ on his face and squishing his cheeks. He puffed his cheeks out and stood up, walking towards your little sister, who was busy imitating a spinning top in her dress.

“Gyuri! You silly, if you keep spinning like that, you won’t be able to come trick or treating with us!” Jisung told her, placing his hands lightly on her back to stop her. Gyuri stumbles for a second when she stopped before smiling up at Jisung.

“I’ve stopped now. Can we go?” She asked excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her heels and with a singular nod from your mother, she squealed (which rang through room in a pitch you didn’t like to think about) and grabbed her little black and purple bag and raced to your side.

“I take it you’re ready to go?” You asked the little girl, who nodded her head enthusiastically. You looked back to Jisung, but his eyes were trained to your sibling and an unconscious smile touched your lips.

“Have fun, kids!” Your mother voice broke your train of thought and you nodded.

“We’ll see you later, mom!”

As dusk turned to nightfall, you, your best friend and your little sister went to the doors of the decorated houses, which broke the familiarity of the normal picket fences neighbourhood. The excited rap on every house’s door was opened with an equally excited parent, placing candy into each of your buckets. There were a few who questioned you and your friend, asking if you were too old for dress up.

“It’s been our tradition for years. It’s what brought us closer together.” You would always tell them before taking Gyuri’s hand and skipping back up the path and onto the next house.

By 9pm, Gyuri was in Jisung’s arms, fast asleep, her pudgy cheek squished up against her eye. The stars were out now and the moon’s reflective rays were the only thing that lit up your path aside from the occasional streetlight. You opened up the front door, Jisung pushing passed you to deliver the six year old to your mother.

“Are you two going to stay out a little later?” She asked the boy. He nodded. “Yes, we are but not too much later.” He promised. Your mom smiled. If there was anyone who was just as whipped for Jisung as you were, it was your mother.

“Alright but no later than midnight, alright kids?” She called out as Jisung made his way to the door. With a call of reassurance delivered, you and Jisung left the house once more and began to wander the streets.

The memories from the past seven years crashed over your mind like a tidal wave, images of a younger set of best friends, running like crazy through the streets, playing chasy with all the other neighbourhood kids while the parents sat around and drank and conversed. The memories of your younger self. A younger friendship, a younger mindset, a younger crush.

Neither you ever confessed your feelings but you lost count of how many people (particularly adults) who assumed you were a couple.

“Do you remember when I would sleep over, if the sky was clear, we would say we would sleep under the stars but chicken out and just sleep in your room?” You reminisced on the story aloud, Jisung giggling in return.

“Yeah. We were so scared something like a cougar was gonna eat us or something.” His laughter picked up again, his eyes squinting as he did.

“The wild imagination of a child, I guess.” You concluded, falling back into comfortable silence before stumbling across a part of the neighbourhood that was all too familiar.

The woods.

Many games of hide and seek and murder in the dark were played here, the latter being played with other friends and children on the same street. You remember the nights of giggling until your sides ached, hiding until you had to find the seekers, being too good that you were always made the seeker.

“We basically know every inch of that wood.” Jisung cocked his head to the side, trying to peer into the wood, seeing if there were any creatures of the night lurking around. There weren’t but it wouldn’t hurt to check.

“I remember making so many cubby houses with Yuna and Seulgi. You, Renjun and Chenle wouldn’t let us into yours so we made our own. Turns out ours was much more stable when it came to windy days.” You teased, letting your shoes tease the edge between the woodly maze and the street. Jisung scrunched his nose up and folded his arms, mumbling something about Chenle being dumb and Renjun being just as dumb when it came to stability.

Jisung stood there for a second longer, before his eyes lit up with an idea. “We should play hide and seek.”

You snapped your head towards him so fast, it almost gave you whiplash. “Huh?”

Jisung looked at you and felt his chest was about to explode from the warmth inside it. “I mean, if we’re stopping our tradition tonight, might as well finish it properly. Let’s play hide and seek one last time, before we become boring adults stuck in office jobs and getting more paper cuts than hours of sleep.”

You couldn’t see why not

“Since it was your suggestion, you’re the seeker.” You declared as you dashed into the woods, looking for the same pile of old plywood that you would hide behind and no one could ever seem to find you. Jisung tried to protest but you were too far into the wood that his complaints fell onto deaf ears.

You could hear Jisung’s footsteps approaching and distancing themselves from the spot you sat. ‘Even after all these years, that idiot still can’t find me.’ You thought to yourself. You checked your phone and you had been crouched in the same position for ten minutes.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?” You heard Jisung’s voice echoing from the other side of the wood.

“Over here, you stupid!” You called out, knowing that he was nowhere near close to finding you. He dashed back to the centre of the forest, looking around and trying to pinpoint where your voice had called out to him moments ago.

“Where’s here?” He asked, but this time, no reply. He groaned before calling your phone. You were quick to decline the desperate boy’s plea and watched as he tossed his head back in annoyance. You watched him slowly make his way closer to you, and you were in perfect alignment with his ankles. Yes. Yes. This is what you wanted.

One step. Two steps.

When he reached his third step, you grasped his right ankle, causing the boy to screech in a high pitch and high decibel rating. You were laughing your ass off, while Jisung calmed his racing heart (mind you, you were dressed as a psychopathic clown). You pouted at him before wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m so sorry. I saw the opportunity and I had to take it. Please please forgive me.” You pleaded, squeezing him tightly and listening as his heart slowed, but his heart still had a skipping rhythm to it.

“I suppose I can. But I can’t promise anything.” Jisung sighed out, plonking down at the base of a thick oak tree whose branches reached over the night sky, obscuring the stars that dimly shimmered above. You sat down beside him and sighed, your head resting against the tree.

Jisung watched over your smiling form, your fascination with the stars saving him from being caught staring at you. His heartbeat quickened once more and unbeknownst to him, a soft pink hue poked at his cheeks and reddened his ears.

“Y/N?” He called out to you, pulling you from your starry trance. You caught the flaming red that flowed on the tips of his ears.

“Yeah, Sungie?”

“Can I tell you something? Something I’ve been hiding from you?” His question was hesitant and his tone was shy, like he was scared of your reaction.

“Jisung, we’ve been friends for years. You don’t need to ask me to tell me something.” You chuckled, nudging his arm to try and get him to lighten up. The blush in his cheeks darkened crazily fast and he sighed.

“I’velikedyouforareallylongtimebu-” His words were jumbled and close together and you couldn’t understand anything he was saying.

“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, Jwi. Take a deep breath and try again.” You reassured him, turning your body towards him and rubbing his shoulders. Jisung followed your instructions, sighing out his breath and trying again.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time but I didn’t know how to tell you. I felt like tonight would be my last chance before I chickened out again.” This time, you understood him and you couldn’t quite still your pounding heart.

“You don’t have to accept and I know this might ruin our friendship but I had to shoot my shot, you know and Haechan said-”

“I like you too.” You interjected, your own cheeks dusting pink. There was a silence, filled with processed emotions and spiked heartbeats.

“So...”

“Guess Renjun was right.” Jisung snapped his head towards you. “What do you mean?” You chuckled at the boy’s confused face and hummed.

“He said that if we didn’t like each other by the end of high school, there was something wrong with us.” Jisung scrunched up his face and mimicked the words you just, imitating Renjun’s voice. “Well, he wasn’t exactly wrong.” You smiled, picking yourself up and dusting off your knees and butt.

“How long have you liked me?” Jisung asked, standing up himself as the two of you started to wander aimlessly. You looked up to the sky in thought, the stars helping you connect the question to the last seven years.

“Since I was like...13? 14? We had been friends for a while but I kept it quiet because you were still dating Heejin.” You could hear Jisung audibly cringe at the name of his ex-girlfriend. Yes, he and Heejin were only together for two months but she was awfully clingy and had tried to drive you and Jisung apart.

“You know what’s good about this though?” Jisung said, looking back to you, still seeing the sparkle in your eye despite it being almost pitch black.

“What?” No sooner had you said that, you felt Jisung’s lips touch the burning skin of your cheeks and your face flushed red. He laughed at you before pulling your arm towards the street once more.

“I should get you home. Your mom said to be home by 12, didn’t she? Don’t want her thinking I’ve Up and left with her daughter.” He smiled at you.

As the two of you walked side by side, like you had done for years, your pinky fingers wrapped around each other as you set off home. Down the same road you had walked for years, with the person you loved more than anything.

[thedreammweaver]

Masterlist

No longer being updated, here’s my ao3

Gotham (TV):

Draft Dodgers chapter 1. (Nygmobblepot 60s AU

Draft Dodgers Chapter 2. (Nygmobblepot 60s AU)

Draft Dodgers Chapter 3 (Nygmobblepot 60s AU)

Try (Post 5x12 Nygmobblepot fluff)

But Lately I’ve Been Crying like a Tall Child (Young!Gertrud, baby!Oswald)

Poof ( Nygmobblepot Hurt/comfort, Angst, trans!Oswald)

Like a Stuck Penguin (Post 5x12 Nygmobblepot hurt/comfort, insecure!Oswald)

Save the Wedding Bells for My Returning (During the ten years nygmobblepot angst/fluff)

Goodbye Horses (Nygmobblepot AU, photographer!Oswald, Model!Ed)

A Bit of a Jam (Post 5x12 Nygmobblepot fluff)

Hate Myself For Loving You (Nygmobblepot angst)

Baby Blues (post 5x12 Nygmobblepot hurt/comfort, angst, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

Operation “Friendship” (Nygmobblepot AU, hurt/comfort angst, jealous!imaginaryfriend!Oswald)

La Valse Du Sang (Post 5x12 nygmobblepot, vampire!Oswald)

Jump in the Saddle, Hold Onto the Bridle part 1 (Gotham Beetlejuice au, nygmobblepot)

John 6:53 (post 5x12 Nygmobblepot, cannibal!Oswald)

Stupid Cupid (Nygmobblepot fix-it fic, angst, hurt/comfort)

Yakety Yak (post 5x12 Nygmobblepot)

Latch On to the Affirmative (Post 5x12 nygmobblepot, Insecure!Oswald)

Rotten (Nygmobblepot, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

Something About a Soldier (post 5x12 Nygmobblepot, jealous!Ed)

Baby, You Ain't Lookin’ Right part 1 (Post 5x12 Nygmobblepot, hurt/comfort)

Baby, You Ain’t Lookin’ Right part 2 FINAL (post 5x12 nygmobblepot, hurt/comfort)

Hurry Back, Hurry Back (Nygmobblepot, during/post the ten years au, angst, hurt/comfort)

The Lines We Cross (post 5x12 Nygmobblepot angst)

By the Light of the Silvery Moon (Nygmobblepot au, werewolf!Oswald)

Baby and All (Post 5x12 nygmobblepot, angst, hurt/comfort, trans!pregnant!Ed)

Kiss Me, Mother, Kiss Your Darling (Gotham AU, angst)

A Fuss Among Friends (Post 5x12, nygmobblepot, protective!Ed)

Feed Me (Nygmobblepot, little shop of horrors au, plant monster!Oswald)

A Safe Place to Nest (Post 5x12 nygmobblepot, trans!pregnant!Oswald

At Last (Nygmobblepot 5x12 au) 

Bump in the Night (Nygmobblepot)

Too Late (Oswald angst)

Unsought (Nygmobblepot, angst, hurt/comfort, trans!Ed)

Call of the Magpie part 1 (Nygmobblepot angst, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

Call of the Magpie part 2 FINAL (Nygmobblepot angst, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

My Pretties (post 5x12 nygmobblepot)

Not Over Any Oceans Chapter 1 (Nygmobblepot, The Santa Clause 2 au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz, elf!Penn) 

Not Over Any Oceans Chapter 2 (Nygmobblepot, The Santa Clause 2 au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz, elf!Penn, Toy Santa!Burtonverse Oswald)

Not Over Any Oceans Chapter 3 (Nygmobblepot, The Santa Clause 2 au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz, elf!Penn, Toy Santa!Burtonverse Oswald)

Not Over Any Oceans Chapter 4 (Nygmobblepot, The Santa Clause 2 au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz, elf!Penn, Toy Santa!Burtonverse Oswald)

Not Over Any Oceans Chapter 5 (Nygmobblepot, The Santa Clause 2 au, Santa!Oswald, elf!Zsasz, elf!Penn, Toy Santa!Burtonverse Oswald)

Not Over Any Oceans Chapter 6 (Nygmobblepot, The Santa Clause 2 au, Santa!Oswald, elf!Zsasz, elf!Penn, Toy Santa!Burtonverse Oswald)

Not Over Any Oceans Chapter 7 FINAL (Nygmobblepot, The Santa Clause 2 au, Santa!Oswald, elf!Zsasz, elf!Penn, Toy Santa!Burtonverse Oswald)

Not Quite Down the Hatch (Young!Elijah x young!Gertrud, baby!Oswald)

Comfort and Joy (young!Elijah x young!pregnant!Gertrud)

Things Lost (Post 5x12 nygmobblepot)

When I Hear Those Reindeer Paws I’m Gonna Break The Law Chapter 1 (The Santa Clause 1 Gotham au, Santa!Oswald)

When I Hear Those Reindeer Paws I’m Gonna Break The Law Chapter 2 (The Santa Clause 1 Gotham au, Santa!Oswald)

When I Hear Those Reindeer Paws I’m Gonna Break The Law Chapter 3 (The Santa Clause 1 Gotham au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz)

When I Hear Those Reindeer Paws I’m Gonna Break The Law Chapter 4 (The Santa Clause 1 Gotham au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz)

When I Hear Those Reindeer Paws I’m Gonna Break The Law Chapter 5 (The Santa Clause 1 Gotham au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz)

When I Hear Those Reindeer Paws I’m Gonna Break The Law Chapter 6 (The Santa Clause 1 Gotham au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz)

When I Hear Those Reindeer Paws I’m Gonna Break The Law Chapter 7 (The Santa Clause 1 Gotham au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz)

When I Hear Those Reindeer Paws I’m Gonna Break The Law Chapter 8 (The Santa Clause 1 Gotham au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz)

When I Hear Those Reindeer Paws I’m Gonna Break The Law Chapter 9 (The Santa Clause 1 Gotham au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz)

When I Hear Those Reindeer Paws I’m Gonna Break The Law Chapter 10 FINAL (The Santa Clause 1 Gotham au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz)

Melt Away (Gotham au, young!elijah, young!pregnant!Gertrud)

Working In the Kinks (post 5x12 Nygmobblepot)

Uplift (Post 5x12 nygmobblepot, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

And They Were Cellmates (During the ten years AU, Nygmobblepot, angst)

Remembrance (Nygmobblepot, angst)

And You See Me, Somebody New (Post 5x12 nygmobblepot, mayor!Oswald)

When The Penny Drops (post 5x12 nygmobblepot, angst)

What A Headache (Nygmobblepot, mayor!Oswin)

Guten Abend, Gut’ Nacht (Nygmobblepot)

What You Told Me To Do (Gotham Interview With The Vampire AU, nygmobblepot)

A Better Son (Gotham Detroit: Become Human Au, android!Oswald)

Aw, nuts! (Gotham, nygmobblepot)

Better Than Expected (Nygmobblepot, pregnant!Oswin)

Oh, So Quiet (Gotham, nygmobblepot, teenage!Martin)

Every Night (Nygmobblepot)

Toddling Towards Greatness (Young!Elijah x young!Gertrud, baby!Oswald)

Batman (Burton-schumacherverse):

I Loaf You (Riddlebird Domestic fluff)

In the Meantime Let Me Tell You That I Love You (Riddlebird mild angst/fluff)

You Really Thought I’d Leave? ( Riddlebird hurt/comfort, angst, trans!Oswald, coming out)

Cramps (Riddlebird fluff, trans!Oswald)

Fever (Riddlebird Sick fic fluff)

Syncope (Riddlebird hurt/comfort, fluff)

Smitten for a kitten part 1. (Riddlebird Jealous!Ed)

Smitten for a kitten part 2. (Riddlebird Jealous!Ed, lonely!Oswald)

Smitten for a kitten part 3. (Riddlebird Jealous! Ed, lonely!Oswald)

Smitten for a Kitten Part 4. FINAL (Riddlebird, jealous!Ed, lonely!insecure!Oswald)

Old Abram (Riddlebird angst, major character death)

Wiegenlied (short riddlebird fluff)

Kinderszenen (riddlebird hurt/comfort)

Four’s a Crowd (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

Four’s a Crowd continuation (riddlebird, Trans!Oswald)

Four’s a Crowd Part 3 (Riddlebird, trans!Oswald)

Not the Words of One Who Kneels (riddlebird angst, hurt/comfort, major character death)

Cough Syrup (riddlebird fluff)

A Bit of a Jam 2.0 (riddlebird, hurt/comfort)

Gut Rot (riddlebird hurt/comfort, embarrassed!Oswald)

With Drooping Wings Ye Cupids Come (Riddlebird, Victorian AU, angst, Doctor!Ed, Patient!Oswald)

Felicia No Capicia (riddlebird, Ace!Ed)

I Never Promised You a Rose Garden (Riddlebird hurt/comfort, trans!Oswald)

Tickled Pink Penguin (riddlebird fluff)

One of These Mornin's, You're Gonna Rise Up Singin' (Victorian AU, hurt/comfort, Doctor!Ed, Patient!Oswald)

Cry Baby (riddlebird, hurt/comfort, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

La Petite Énigme (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Ed)

Don’t They Know It’s the End of the World (riddlebird, hurt/comfort, trans!pregnant!Ed) 

Friday Afternoon (riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort, trans!Ed)

The Flood is Nigh (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

For the Good Times (riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort)

You Are My Destiny (riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort)

The Nightingale (riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort, Trans!pregnant!Ed)

Living in a Material World (Riddlebird fluff)

From Lemons to Lemonade (riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort)

Disturbing the Suburban Routine (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

Disturbing the Suburban Routine Continuation (riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

Lazy Lark (riddlebird fluff)

The Tide, I Declare, Does Carry Upon It the Scent of My Lover’s Perfume (riddlebird pirate au, merman!Oswald)

As the World Falls Down (Riddlebird, hurt/comfort)

Too Good to Be True part 1 (Riddlebird)

Too Good to Be True part 2 (Riddlebird)

Too Good to Be True part 3 FINAL (riddlebird)

A Little Bliss (riddlebird fluff, deaf!Oswald)

One Way or Another (Riddlebird)

I’ve Looked at Clouds from Both Sides Now (riddlebird bodyswap fic)

Nothing Guaranteed (riddlebird, angst, trans!Oswald)

Le Veau D'or (Pre-the events of Batman Returns, fix it fic?, vengeful!Penguin)

Puffy (riddlebird, hurt/comfort, trans!pregnant!Ed)

Kiss-Curl (riddlebird au, Hairdresser!Ed)

Flamingoes Have Nineteen (riddlebird hurt/comfort)

The Best Things In Life Come In Two’s part 1 (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Ed, yearning!Oswald)

The Best Things In Life Come In Two’s part 2 (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Ed, yearning!oswald)

The Best Things in Life Come in Two’s part 3 (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!ed)

The Entropy of Atrophy (riddlebird)

Dead Weight (Riddlebird, angst, vengeful!Oswald)

Words Don’t Come Easy (riddlebird, trans!Edward)

Somnolent Cygne (riddlebird au, Angel!Oswald, demon!Ed)

For the Love of All Things Purple (Joker x Penguin, lonely!Oswald)

A Weighty Subject (Riddlebird, insecure!Oswald)

Love is Draining (riddlebird au, vampire!Oswald)

Dead of Night (riddlebird, angst, trans!Oswald)

Shivers (Riddlebird sick fic)

In the Still of the Night (teenage!riddlebird au)

Ask Not For Whom the Duck Quacks (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Ed)

Synced (riddlebird, trans!Oswald, trans!Ed)

One of Us, One of Us (angst, toddler!Oswald, toddler!Ed)

Saddled (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

Nothing’s Too Good For My Baby (Riddlebird)

Unmentionable (genderbent!Riddlebird)

Flippers Are Forever (riddlebird, hurt/comfort)

Tomorrow (older!riddlebird, major character death)

Petit Oiseau (riddlebird fluff)

Black as Pitch and White as Snow (riddlebird au, mayor!Oswald, ballet dancer!Ed)

Four and a Half (riddlebird, vampire!Oswald)

Ghost Story (riddlebird au, ghost!Oswald)

Penguins Go Moo (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

A Little Less (genderbent!riddlebird)

Foam at the Mouth and Fall Over Backwards (riddlebird angst, trans!pregnant!Ed)

When Chickens Rule Foxes (riddlebird, Victorian!au, vampire!Oswald)

Clown Lung (Joker x Penguin, jealous!Oswald)

Glow (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

I Don’t Wanna Play House (riddlebird, agere, little!Ed)

Paw Prints (riddlebird fluff)

Elasticity (Riddlebird)

Starlit (riddlebird au, actor!Ed, director!Oswald)

A Festive Delivery (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

A Much Awaited Evening (riddlebird, Victorian au, Patient!Oswald, Doctor!Ed)

Together?? (riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort)

Last Christmas (riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort)

Merry for the First Time (teenage!riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort)

Not Fair (riddlebird, fem!Oswald, angst)

Please, Go All the Way Chapter 1 (riddlebird, fem!pregnant!Oswald)

Please, Go All the Way Chapter 2 (riddlebird, fem!pregnant!Oswald)

Please, Go All the Way Chapter 3 (riddlebird, fem!pregnant!Oswald)

Please, Go All the Way Chapter 4 (riddlebird, fem!pregnant!Oswald)

Please, Go All the Way Chapter 5 (riddlebird, fem!pregnant!Oswald)

Please, Go All the Way Chapter 6 (riddlebird, fem!pregnant!Oswald)

Please, Go All the Way Chapter 7 FINAL (riddlebird, fem!pregnant!Oswald)

In Paradisum (riddlebird, Victorian au, doctor!ed, patient!oswald, hurt/comfort)

Love is a Sinking Feeling (riddlebird, angst)

A Virulent Arrangement (Riddlebird fantasy au, fairy!Oswald, wizard!Ed)

On the Wings of a Snow White Dove (50s au, southern!riddlebird, pastor!Oswald)

That Would Suffice to Make a Formidable Monster Chapter 1 (Sci-Fi Horror au, riddlebird, sea monster/alien!Oswald)

That Would Suffice to Make a Formidable Monster Chapter 2 (Sci-Fi Horror au, riddlebird, sea monster/alien!Oswald)

That Would Suffice to Make a Formidable Monster Chapter 3 (Sci-Fi Horror au, riddlebird, sea monster/alien!Oswald)

That Would Suffice to Make a Formidable Monster Chapter 4 (Sci-Fi Horror au, riddlebird, sea monster/alien!Oswald)

That Would Suffice to Make a Formidable Monster Chapter 5 (Sci-Fi Horror au, riddlebird, sea monster/alien!Oswald)

That Would Suffice to Make a Formidable Monster Chapter 6 (Sci-Fi Horror au, riddlebird, sea monster/alien!Oswald)

That Would Suffice to Make a Formidable Monster Chapter 7 (Sci-Fi Horror au, riddlebird, sea monster/alien!Oswald)

That Would Suffice to Make a Formidable Monster Chapter 8 (Sci-Fi Horror au, riddlebird, sea monster/alien!Oswald)

That Would Suffice to Make a Formidable Monster Chapter 9 FINAL (Sci-Fi Horror au, riddlebird, sea monster/alien!Oswald)

Ladies and Gentleman, We’re Floating In Space Chapter 1 (riddlebird, the Truman Show AU, Ace!Ed)

Ladies and Gentleman, We’re Floating In Space Chapter 2 (riddlebird, the Truman Show AU, Ace!Ed)

Rock-A-Bye Edward (riddlebird)

Eye of the Beholder (riddlebird, blind!Ed, angst, hurt/comfort)

Metal Allergy (riddlebird, fem!Oswald)

Dirty Pillows (genderbent!riddlebird)

Humbly At Your Door (BatCat, Riddlebird, trans!Bruce, trans!Oswald)

Dolly Lills (Riddlebird)

Gourmand (riddlebird, chef!Ed, food critic!Oswald)

Welcome to the Dollhouse (teenage!genderbent!riddlebird)

The Same Bloody Thing (trans!Bruce, batcat)

Don’t Care For It (riddlebird, ace!Oswald)

Far From Over (riddlebird)

Out Very Soon (Riddlebird, Pregnant!Edith)

Plenty of Fish in the Sea (riddlebird, catboy!Oswald)

Or Live On Mars And Have It Your Way Part 1 (Burton-Schumacherverse au, riddlebird, superhero!Ed)

Or Live On Mars And Have It Your Way Part 2 FINAL (Burton-Schumacherverse au, riddlebird, superhero!Ed)

I Felt Like I Knew You So I Just Wanted to Hug You (2020 Robotnik x Burtonverse Penguin)

Round and Round in Circles Until One of Us Drops Dead (Burton-Schumacherverse riddlebird, trans!Oswald)

Baby, They Ain’t Got a Clue (Burton-schumacherverse Batcat, Riddlebird, fake dating, jealous!Ed)

Burton-Schumacherverse + Gotham (TV):

“Excuse me, um, I love you.” (Gotham (TV) Ed x Returns Oswald)

Split Personality part 1 (Burton-schumacherverse/Gotham crossover)

Split Personality part 2 (Burton-schumacherverse/Gotham crossover)

Split Personality part 3 (Burton-schumacherverse/Gotham crossover) 

Where Evil Grows (Forever Ed x Gotham (TV) Oswald)

Birds of a Feather (Burtonverse/Gotham (tv), toddler!Oswald, young!Gertrud)

The Batman (2022) stuff:

Oh Boy, What a Prize (2022 Riddlebird)

The Puzzler Invisible (2022 Riddlebird, Invisible man au)

Flinch (2022 Riddlebird)

Batman the Animated Series:

The Calm After (Riddlebird, hurt/comfort)

A Few Hundred (Riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort)

Stretched Thin (Riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

Dozing Daisy (hattercrow fluff)

The Morning After (Hattercrow)

Rude and Restless (Hattercrow, trans!Jonathan)

Sorry (Hattercrow, angst, hurt/comfort? , trans!pregnant!Jervis)

A Cuddly Compromise (Hattercrow)

A Touch of Softness (Hattercrow sickfic)

Thou Wouldst Hate Me in the Morning (Hattercrow, werewolf!Jonathan)

Don’t Blame the Projectile (Riddlebird)

Needy (Hattercrow, trans!pregnant!Jervis)

Smothered With Care (Hattercrow x Riddlebird, polycule fluff)

Care Bear (Hattercrow)

Labour of Love (older!Hattercrow, angst)

Tied Up (BtAS Hattercrow, trans!pregnant!Jervis)

Gotham New Orleans:

Muscle and Blood  

And You Know You’re Going To Fall (Hattercrow)

Prying Eyes (Hattercrow)

Such a Clatter (Hattercrow)

Bat in the Warren (Hattercrow)

Life With Jervis (Hattercrow, domestic fluff, some angst)

Baby, It’s Loud Outside (Riddlebird)

Better For Me, Better For You (Hattercrow)

Staring at the Abyss (Dork Squad, Hattercrow)

Like A King (Riddlebird)

The Talk (Gotham New Orleans, kid!Oswald)

Unsupervised Cuteness (Gotham New Orleans, toddler!Oswald)

Happy Accident (Gotham New Orleans, baby!Oswald)

Only Broken On The Outside (Gotham New Orleans, toddler!Oswald)

The Batman (2004):

Divinity Defiled (Riddlebird, angel!Ed, demon!Oswald)

Grateful (Riddlebird)

My Loopy Love (riddlebird, sick fic)

Do You Hear That? (riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

Only A Raccoon (Riddlebird, werewolf!Oswald)

Chronic (riddlebird, angst, hurt comfort)

Spitting Image (Riddlebird)

The Harder They Fall (Riddlebird, angst)

Hidden Heat (riddlebird au, demon!Oswald, angel!Ed)

Bouncing Bundle of Surprise (Riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Oswald)

3,000 Teeth Are Better Than A Brain (merman!riddlebird)

Keep It To Yourself (riddlebird)

Pen Pals (cluemaster x riddler)

Back On The Sunny Side (Cluemaster x Riddler)

Auk-Aukward (2004 Batman, Riddlebird)

Peeping Birdies (Riddlebird)

Leech (genderbent!Riddlebird)

Batman (1966):

A While Longer (Riddlebird)

Quite the Buster (riddlebird)

The Grating Call of a Hungry Fledgling (riddlebird)

Batman (non-specific media):

Empty Chairs at Empty Tables (Harlivy, Riddlebird, Hattercrow)

Harley Quinn (2019):

Perte (Riddlebird)

Personal Growth (Riddlebird)

Clueless (riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort, trans!pregnant!Oswald, buff!riddler)

Tightly Bound (Riddlebird, buff!riddler)

Non-existent (Riddlebird, Hattercrow, trans!Ed, trans!Jonathan)

If I Was A Flower Growing Wild And Free All I'd Want Is You To Be My Sweet Honey Bee Chapter 1 (Harlivy, temporary Ivy x Kiteman, pregnant!Ivy)

If I Was A Flower Growing Wild And Free All I'd Want Is You To Be My Sweet Honey Bee Chapter 2 (Harlivy, temporary Ivy x Kiteman, pregnant!Ivy)

If I Was A Flower Growing Wild And Free All I'd Want Is You To Be My Sweet Honey Bee Chapter 3 (Harlivy, temporary Ivy x Kiteman, pregnant!Ivy)

If I Was A Flower Growing Wild And Free All I'd Want Is You To Be My Sweet Honey Bee Chapter 4 (Harlivy, pregnant!Ivy)

If I Was A Flower Growing Wild And Free All I'd Want Is You To Be My Sweet Honey Bee Chapter 5 (Harley Quinn show, Harlivy, pregnant!Ivy)

If I Was A Flower Growing Wild And Free All I'd Want Is You To Be My Sweet Honey Bee Chapter 6 FINAL (Harley Quinn show, Harlivy, riddlebird)

Merlin (2008):

Through Infirmity (Merthur sickfic)

Ash VS Evil Dead/The Evil Dead 1-3:

Away

You Ain’t Nothing But A Hound Dog 

Better Dreams (Ash vs Evil Dead)

Star Trek: The Next Generation :

New Tricks (Daforge)

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Broadway):

Two Boys On A Bench (Broadway CatCF, Mike x Augustus)

Harvester (1996):

How they spend Valentine’s Day with you part 1

How they spend Valentine’s Day with you part 2

[greenandhazy]

i read your recent fic, wrote up a big thing and then ao3 wouldnt let me comment so here you go: p1) you are truly doing what is needed for the good of this fandom. i've scene some gender bend abed but never hijabi (which is a nice touch for diversity i think

p2) i particularly like the line jess has in reponce to psych of gender changing brittons life ("not noticably" LMAO ROAST HIM) bc its clearly paralleling how britta called jeff out in canon but is still very in character for jeff/jess and their sarcastic methods. . i liked shermon a lot. you did a good job of maintaining shirley religiousity but at the right level (slightly old fashioned and annoying but well intentioned)

p3) i liked shermon a lot. you did a good job of maintaining shirley religiousity but at the right level (slightly old fashioned and annoying but well intentioned) when i think often time male religious characters end up being more intense in a way that seems very bigoted and kinda villainous. It would have made me sad to shirley get that character treatment, so im glad you didnt

p4) troy-tory's perspective in this was really nice. often trobed is done from abeds POV so i like the switch. The way you maintained troys internalized homophobia was really well done, especially how you also maintained troys more """masculine"" traits (like his athleticism). the line at the begining about how pitching in softball is "the straight position" kinda made me laugh a little, but i also really felt for tory bending over backwards to maintain her heterosexual persona.

p5) a small detail but one of my faves. and the little arc about tory's hair was fun ! I like the idea of gender bend troy with box braids alot

Oh man, this is such a lovely comment! I want to reply to a bunch of different things and I can already tell it’s going to get rambly so I’m going to put it under a cut:

Yeah so in general I have a lot of Thoughts and Opinions on religion and how religion is treated in fiction. I think in a lot of fanfic, religious tends to be pretty black and white--people are either A) Super Religious or Not Religious, and then either B) Good or Bad. And I think in canon Shirley doesn’t fall into those categories. She definitely makes homophobic and antisemitic statements, but she still genuinely loves her friends and is overall kind, and I think her kindness is more of an essential character trait than her bigotry.

also, w/r/t to hijabi Abed--I’m Jewish and I think a lot of nonreligious or Christian people kind of assume that people who aren’t super religious about Judaism don’t participate in the religion at all aside from maybe Hanukkah (cough like Annie in the show cough) and that’s often not true! for people in minority religions in the US, culture and religion are intertwined and it’s very common for people to keep some customs--like, maybe you don’t eat kosher all the way, but you do abstain from pork, maybe you don’t go to synagogue services but you do light candles at home, etc. And I think Abed does the same thing. Is he devout enough to pray five times a day and abstain from all alcohol all the time and only eat meat that’s been halal slaughtered? Probably not. But in canon he doesn’t drink frequently, and I think a genderbent Abed would see wearing a hijab as something that’s (relatively) low effort and high reward in terms of making her feel connected to her heritage without requiring a lot of time or effort or making her stop doing something she loves.

maybe my high school was weird this way, but the whole “male athletes and female cheerleaders are the popular ones” stereotype was really not a thing? I mean, I also don’t think there was one way to be popular in my school, but to the extent there was a “popular” group, it was athletes as a whole. the prom queen and homecoming queen my senior year of high school were a basketball player and a soccer player, respectively, and yeah, I think sports fits Troy’s personality better than cheerleading even if we are swapping genders.

I had a friend in college who mostly wore her hair short like Troy’s but would get box braids done for special occasions and usually kept them in for a while afterwards, so that was the inspiration for that moment--in general, I got my headcanon favorite hairstyle for lady Troy from watching Van in Atlanta (1, 2). Hair texture isn’t quite the same but still, she always looks cute as hell.

[izupie]

So I entered the Fruits Basket Gift exchange over at @lgbtfurubanet and my giftee requested a genderbent story, and one of the ships they had on their preferred list was Kyoru, and I thought this sounded like a great challenge!

So here’s a gender swapped, fluff filled, festive cookie baking story for my giftee, Allison (who I can’t tag because I don’t know their tumblr name!) Happy holidays!

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It’s an unseasonably sunny day for the ass-end of December, Kyoka decides, as she practically burrows herself further down into her futon. It makes the task of getting out of bed practically impossible, when she’s so warm and comfy, and it feels like forever since she had a day off from school to just enjoy an extra-long nap. An overdue extra-long nap.

She was usually the first one up in the house, though sometimes Tokuro was already making breakfast by the time she came into the kitchen. Kyoka often found herself wondering if he even slept those nights. He always seemed to be smiling a little bit too hard those mornings – with a smile that looked not quite right, despite how hard he was obviously forcing it on there. Bad dreams maybe?

Not that it was any of her business.

Kyoka turns over and huffs into her blanket, trying to force out the thought of Tokuro’s sad smile. Today was a day of napping. That included no annoying dogs or rats and definitely no thinking about him.

As if summoned by the very thought, Kyoka perks up automatically as she hears the soft tones of Tokuro drifting up through the floorboards. She immediately pulls her duvet up over her head, but even that isn’t enough to drown out the sound of Shihori’s cackle of a laugh that answers him and assaults her ears. Tokuro’s pitch raises, though now she can’t hear what he’s saying, and Kyoka frowns as she pulls the quilt back down. She’s not quite sure why it bothers her so much when something is making him unhappy, but even just the idea of Shihori being a nuisance to him this early in the morning is making her face scrunch up in annoyance.

Someone needs to get that dog a leash.

Kyoka finally throws off the blanket completely and shoves on the closest clothes to her she can reach; a quick glance reveals she’s wearing a black sweater and khaki cargo pants, then she runs a quick hand through her orange bob, hoping it’s not too tangled from sleep, as she pounds down the stairs barefooted.

Shihori looks up and freezes in place as Kyoka enters the kitchen, wooden spoon deep into her mouth, while Tokuro flaps his hands in a panic beside her.

“P-Please put the spoon down Shihori, y-you could get sick from raw cookie batter like that,” he says with a concern that makes his voice fast and high.

“Buh itsh sho tashty,” Shihori just about manages, with her mouth still around the spoon, as she places a hand to her cheek and swoons.

Kyoka makes a disgusted sound in the back of her throat that makes Tokuro jump on the spot as he turns in surprise to see her in the entrance to the kitchen, though it only takes a beat for his face to brighten instantly into a smile. Kyoka stamps (hard) on the impulse to smile back.

“Good morning Kyoka!” Tokuro chirps.

Kyoka folds her arms tight over her chest. “M-Morning,” she acknowledges, then turns to Shihori with a scowl. “You’re disgusting.”

Shihori is dressed in one of her more casual kimonos, open so low on the chest that it borders on inappropriate, and there’s a bag over her shoulder.

“You’re going out?” Kyoka asks out loud.

“Mm,” Shihori hums, licking the spoon thoroughly clean before she hands it to a concerned looking Tokuro. “Only to the main estate. Oh, don’t look at me like that Tokuro, don’t you know that dogs have iron stomachs?”

“O-Oh, they do?”

“Absolutely. I can eat anything, and I’ll be totally fine.”

Kyoka blinks. “What? That’s not true.” But her voice has less fire in it that she wants as doubt creeps in, and she glances at Tokuro as if his expression might tell her the truth, even though he always agrees with whatever Shihori says as much as she does.

Goddamn that dog’s gold-class bullshitting always makes her doubt the stuff she already knows is true.

“Oh, Kyoka,” Shihori wails, as if fatally wounded, “so little faith in what I tell you. Tokuro always believes me.”

I’m supposed to be napping, Kyoka remembers with an internal huff as she resists the urge to outright growl, but instead I’m dealing with the fucking theatrics of the ‘adult’ of the house.

“I’ve even eaten Hatsumi’s cooking,” Shihori adds in a proud voice, “though I suppose if she’d ever poisoned me, she could have just treated me straight after. Not really in any danger if a doctor gives you food poisoning, right?”

“Unless she does it on purpose,” Kyoka snaps.

Shihori cackles another laugh and shakes her head, though Kyoka notices she doesn’t disagree. She finally gives them both a wink and turns to leave the room. “Have a fun morning you two, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Kyoka chokes out a cracked, “Just go already!”

Another cackle and Shihori is finally gone. The front door slides shut with a definitive click.

Kyoka sighs loudly and feels her shoulders sag, feeling like she’s just lost some of the years off her life. When she turns back to Tokuro he’s already at the sink washing the spoon Shihiro had just been licking for dear life (gods, she’s gross) and drying it off with a towel. Only then does she notice the big bowl of what must be cookie batter on the table, the big pile of plastic cookie cutter shapes, and the tubes of different coloured icing covering almost every available surface.

“What’s all this?”

Tokuro brightens and a soft embarrassed blush blooms onto his nose.

Kyoka feels like someone has punched her in the chest and kicked her in the stomach all at once. She hadn’t really paid attention to him when she’d first walked into the kitchen, trying to deal with the headache that was Shihori, but now he’s all she can look at and, shit, the boy is trying to kill her. He’s wearing an oversized sweater in a brown that’s almost the same shade as his floppy hair, underneath denim overalls. She remembers Tokuro bashfully telling her that he has no fashion sense once, and that he prefers plainer clothes, but even at the time she could only stare blankly back in amazement because he clearly has no clue that this stuff makes him look cute as hell.

It makes her a bit self-conscious of her hastily thrown on clothes, creased from the floor, and her un-tied, un-brushed hair.

Kyoka realises his brown doe-eyes are wide and she’s completely missed what he’s just said. “What?” she snaps, harsher than she intended as she tries to wrestle her feelings back under control.

He blinks and goes back to the bowl of cookie dough. “O-Oh, um, I said I’m baking holiday cookies. B-But I didn’t want them to be just Christmas themed, so I thought I’d make them… festive… zodiac… animals.” Tokuro ducks his head down with a shy smile.

That’s so him, Kyoka thinks with a fondness she wishes she could stop as easily as she stops the small laugh that wants to escape her lips.

The big pile of random cookie cutters does seem to contain a whole collection of different animal shapes, so Kyoka makes her way over and picks them up at random. They’re all there: rat, cow, tiger, rabbit… the whole zodiac. A shape catches her eye and she realises there’s a cat shaped on there too. It makes something fluttery and warm flap in her chest.

By the time she’s turned back around Tokuro has started rolling out some of the dough.

“And let me guess, you’re gonna to give them out to everyone, right.” It’s not even posed as a question, because she already knows the answer.

Tokuro nods excitedly. “Yes!”

Kyoka definitely can’t stop the smile that tugs up her lips then, and without another word she begins sorting out the shapes into order. She frowns at the rat shape as she places it at the head of the group, then grins to herself as she pushes it down and puts the cat cutter there instead.

“Kyoka?”

“Yeah?”

“Um…”

“I’m helpin’. That a problem?”

“N-No! It’s just… you don’t have to. I don’t want to take up your time on our day off school.”

Kyoka snorts. “It’s fine. Not like I’ve got anythin’ else to do anyways.” She ignores the thought of her futon.

Tokuro says thank you each time Kyoka hands him a shape cutter and it winds her up slowly more and more each time. His soft voice is so shrill and high when he’s panicked (which is often) but it sounds entirely different when it’s just the two of them. Sometimes she could kid herself that he has this voice just for her. She shakes her head and folds her arms again as Tokuro pushes down on the last shape and places each cookie onto a baking tray for the oven.

The instant the oven door is pushed closed Tokuro says, “Phew,” and wipes a hand over his forehead, brushing across his fringe and messing it up.

Kyoka feels an unexpected jolt of longing to brush it back into place. Instead she says, “Your fringe looks dumb.”

Tokuro laughs and smooths it back down.

Kyoka wants to jump into the oven with the cookies.

“So, what’s with all the icing?” she says, trying desperately to go for ‘I’m so casual, I definitely wasn’t thinking of touching your hair’.

“Well, I wanted to do zodiac animals, but I still wanted them to be festive, so I’m going to put different coloured scarves on them. And I want to do all the animals in different colours too. So I, well, I needed lots of tubes,” Tokuro says, as he turns the base on a kitchen timer with a few clicks.

“Seems like a lotta trouble to go to for some cookies.”

“Oh no, I don’t mind, it’s no trouble at all really. I just… I like doing something nice for everyone. And with it being nearly Christmas and everything, I thought this would be fun.” He smiles. “I don’t really have much money to spend on Christmas presents, and it’s not like they’re going to be especially professional looking cookies, but…”

“Look, everyone’s gonna appreciate anything you make them. Trust me. And don’t even worry about presents or nothing. Buying presents for all the zodiac members would be insane – there’s no way you earn enough money to shell out that much. Especially since half of ‘em don’t even deserve you spendin’ your money on them in the first place.”

Tokuro’s face softens as he rubs the back of his neck self-consciously. “B-But, um- I think your family- the other zodiac members- I feel like they’ve been so nice to me. And it’s nice to return those feelings in something tangible at Christmas. Something that says, ‘thank you for knowing me’. I couldn’t not get them anything, even if it’s small.”

Kyoka feels her cheeks warming and she looks away sharply to hide the blush she knows will be there. “Still think some of them don’t deserve it,” she gripes, “especially Yukari.”

Tokuro laughs good-naturedly and turns to wash up the cooking equipment he’s finished using in the sink. “Everyone deserves a gift at Christmas,” he says belatedly, and Kyoka notices his smile has faded as he looks at the water.

She wonders if he feels his dad’s loss more at this time of the year. She wonders what kind of gifts they got each other. Did he bake cookies for him too? She bets that Kyodo Honda spoilt his son rotten at this time of year. But with the things that really mattered; like time spent together, love, good times, that sort of thing. It sounded like the Christmases she’d spent with Master, who’d always tried her hardest to make it a special time for Kyoka. Up until Master had taken her in, she hadn’t had a single a happy Christmas time throughout her entire shitty childhood.

Kyoka moves to the sink with the dishtowel and begins to dry off some of the clean cookie cutters, which makes Tokuro look up in surprise and take a breath (to probably tell her that she doesn’t need to help) but she shrugs and snaps, “I wanna help,” before he can get a word out.

She cringes at her own tone and delivery, and desperately wishes she could spend a whole conversation with him without snapping or saying something she didn’t mean, but when she peeks a look over at him, ready to apologise, his smile has returned. Kyoka hopes there’ll come a day when she can speak to him without messing up and losing her cool, but she’s glad it looks like he knows her well enough to know that she doesn’t mean it. It makes her feel like they’ve got something unspoken between them, because he knows her better than anyone her own age has ever done.

The kitchen timer rings just as Tokuro is about hand over the mixing bowl for her to dry, and it makes him jump so badly that he loses his grip and drops it back into the sink with a splash that peppers them both in soapy water. Kyoka flinches backwards while Tokuro yelps.

“I-I-I’m so sorry Kyoka!” he says in a fluster, turning to her immediately.

Kyoka splutters and wipes her face. “It’s fine. It’s fine. Jeez, you’d think you’d just accidentally murdered someone or somethin’ the way you panic.”

“I’m sorry!” he repeats, his expression worried.

Kyoka lets out a laugh. “Stop apologising.”

“Sorr-” He clamps a hand to his mouth.

“That’s better,” Kyoka says with another laugh. She sighs as she continues warmly, “You’ve got bubbles on your face.” Then without thinking she reaches out a hand and lightly brushes away the bubbles from his cheek.

She pauses.

Tokuro’s eyes are wide above the hand still clamped to his mouth.

Kyoka snatches her hand back and rubs her own face free of bubbles, trying not to let her internal screaming show on her face; Why did I do that? Don’t fucking caress his fucking cheek like that, what will he think?!

There’s an awkward pause while Kyoka tries to think of something to say, until Tokuro suddenly yelps again. “The cookies!” He rushes over to open the oven door and he’s about to reach in for the baking tray until Kyoka reacts just in enough time to throw an oven glove at him.

“Gloves!” she chokes out, trying not to let the image of him grabbing the tray with his bare hands float into her mind.

Tokuro thanks her in a wobbly voice as he pulls the glove on, grabs the tray, and sets it down onto the counter. He sighs deeply and wipes his gloved hand across his forehead while Kyoka feels her whole body unclench as she lets out a breath.

“They’re fine,” Tokuro whispers in a happy voice, “they’re safe. A perfect golden brown.”

“Maybe you should save the washing up for after the cookies are done next time,” Kyoka suggests, even though she knows, with a cold, guilty feeling in her gut, that it was more her fault that he got distracted than anything.

“Mm,” he hums in agreement, smiling at his creations, “I think you’re probably right.”

Kyoka frowns at how readily he agreed with her, but she pushes her guilt away – the cookies turned out fine anyway, didn’t they? – and instead grabs a plate from the cupboard and fans the food gently to cool them down quicker for the icing. Tokuro beams at her and she looks resolutely down.

Once they’re cool enough Kyoka puts the plate down and watches intently as Tokuro pipes icing over them with surprisingly steady hands. Whenever he needs a new colour, she helps find the tube he needs and hands it over. Their fingers brush together once or twice and they nearly drop the tubes.

“You think we could mix some chilli powder into this one?” Kyoka asks cheekily as Tokuro begins to pipe lilac icing over the rat shaped cookie. “Could be like a Christmas surprise,” she adds with a barely restrained laugh at Tokuro’s panicked refusal. “I’m just joking. Wouldn’t want her to think you can’t cook or somethin’ I guess.”

She wonders if she imagines the extra care Tokuro takes in decorating the cat shaped cookie. Or the light blush on his cheeks as he looks up and smiles at her when he’s done.

They both laugh at their combined confusion of how to make the seahorse cookie look like it’s wearing a scarf, and how sincerely Tokuro tries to give it a happy expression. It doesn’t really work, but she thinks it’s the happiest looking seahorse she’s ever seen anyway.

When all thirteen are done they both stand back and admire the festive looking zodiac animals. But Kyoka’s face scrunches into a deep frown as she counts them all again, and she looks up at Tokuro, trying to keep her voice steady as she asks, “Wait, where’s yours?”

How had she only just noticed that there are only thirteen cookies there. Why didn’t he make one for himself?

Tokuro laughs lightly and looks down. “Oh, well, since I’m the one making them, I didn’t think I should make myself one. It seemed greedy somehow. And besides, they’re all gifts for the Sohma family. Not for me.”

“But you are part of the Sohma family,” Kyoka huffs before she can stop herself. She realises what words have tumbled out of her mouth when Tokuro’s wide eyes snap back up to hers. He looks a bit like he’s about to cry and she doesn’t know how she’ll deal with that so her voice comes out rougher when she tries to backtrack and say, “W-Well- I-I mean, y’know- you live here with us and- it’s like you might as well be part of the family or something. As messed up as it is…”

Tokuro is practically beaming at her, his whole face lit up by some expression that Kyoka can’t even comprehend. Something like family. Belonging.

“Alright, alright, look, just dry off that mixing bowl and grab me out the ingredients.”

“Huh?”

“The mixing bowl. The ingredients. So I can make another cookie.”

“Wh- N-No, don’t got to any trouble for me!”

“It’s no trouble at all,” Kyoka says, echoing exactly what he’d said to her. “I want to.”

They both blink at each other in silence, and she wonders if her blush looks as intense as his, then he finally follows her instructions.

Kyoka mixes up what she needs to and rolls out the dough, then reaches hesitantly for the cat shaped cookie cutter.

She hopes her voice holds steady as she says, “Since you don’t have any other shapes I’m just gonna use this one again, okay?”

“Y-Yes! I told my dad that I’d be born in the year of the cat, so we can both be the cat cookies. I’d love that!”

He smiles and Kyoka’s entirely sure she must still be asleep in her futon and none of this has really happened at all.

When they’d had their first real conversation, where Tokuro had confessed that he’d wanted to change his zodiac animal for the cat after his dad told him the old zodiac folk tale, Kyoka had been flustered as hell, but some part of her still screamed that it was a lie. She hadn’t known Tokuro back then, and she didn’t know that he was the most genuine person she’d ever met or will meet. To hear him say it again, now, when she knew he meant it – that he’s happy to be lumped into the ‘year of the cat’ with her – it’s both the scariest and best thing she thinks she’s ever experienced. “I’ll decorate it after, so you’ll know which one is for you,” she says eventually, swallowing the lump in her throat. “And you can make whatever else you want with this leftover dough.”

Tokuro excitedly gets out a knife and begins cutting out more festive shapes by hand while Kyoka places the extra cat cookie on the baking tray, ready to go into the oven with the others when Tokuro has finished.

“It’s a Santa hat,” he proclaims proudly as he lays an oddly shaped cookie on the tray.

“Hm, looks like a banana with fluff on the end to me.”

“Oh no, really? Do you think it’s too thin?”

“I’m kiddin’. Looks fine. Almost as good as the Christmas tree there.”

“Th-That’s supposed to be an elf…”