#i cant commit to may for this until i get closer to the time but 👀👀👀👀

[bismuthburnsblue]

the other day i picked up fabrics for froggie senshi! most of the dunmeshi frog suits ive seen people make are made from fleece/onesies, but because im me, i wanted something that felt more like actual frog skin. i picked up these two fabrics from an abakhan by-weight bin of 'waterproof' fabric! i cant remember exactly how much i paid, but i think it was around £11 for both, which is a STEAL. (the colour reads a little more orange red irl i think, but either way, affordable fabric > perfect colour match)

i havent picked up anything to do the fingers & toes, but i think a scrap of leather/faux from my stash will be fine! im also planning to completely line the costume with another fabric to give it a bit more body & make it more comfortable, but im not sure what yet! i have a piece of fleece that'd be fine, but i worry about being too warm, so i may go for something else instead.

my general plan for the make is to follow a onesie pattern, but making seams where senshi has his (ie- the legs) ill make the hands and feet detachable for con floor convenience, and im thinking ill have front hair pieces be removable too, just for ease of cleaning etc.

other notes! im gonna have a rummage through my misc wigs to see if i can rescue any wefts for the front & moustache, im sure ill have something that works just fine.

im very excited for a super comfy costume!!! no wig, ill be able to wear whatever under the onesie, im thinking crocs as a shoe base, just generally!!! so chill so comfy!! its gonna be a delight :)

[satorubrain]

Gojo x reader who’s a special grade (stronger than him possibly) and really beautiful that has people from other clans wanting her hand in marriage 🤭 but he’s possessive over her and wants her only for himself

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Tags: Fluff, jealousy, gojo is slightly toxic, fem reader is implied to be shorter than him, suggestive at the end

Synopsis: loser possessive bitch can't handle his gfs fame

A/N: honestly, I can't lie. Possessive gojo is sexy

Your fame was no less than Satoru rather it was greater than his. He loves you, he truly does from the bottom of his heart but what he doesn't is the people who gawk at you, shamelessly and your strength making you famous all across the globe, along with your near perfect personality with a strong sense of responsibility draws people to you like moths to a flame.

Satoru found jealous people ridiculous until he fell in love with you and all his previous rationality was thrown out of the window.

The same rationality and sense of fear was gone when people came across you.

His hand is firm on your back, holding you close to him, any closer and you'd probably stumble. If death glares actually worked, Satoru would've committed mass murder. But obviously when it comes to you they don't work, at all. As there was a man making long strides to catch up with you.

"Hey" he waved to you, ignoring Satoru, as he pushed his phone into your hands "may i get you phone number, please"

"I already have a boyfriend so no" you cautioned the guy wrapping your arms around Satoru. Though it seemed like a romantic gesture, in reality you were trying to hold back one of the strongest sorcerers down, physically.

"Yeah, it seems like your eyes aren't working properly" Satoru did his best to remove a hand from your grip to take the phone from your hand to return it to him before breaking it in two in the process "see, people cant give you their number on a broken phone. You must have brain damage if you cant even realize that" Satoru mocked, his tone threatening as his eyebrow twitched trying both- refrain himself from doing something irreversible and free himself from your grip.

You drag Satoru away, wrapping yourself around his arm, lovingly trying to soothe his angry little brain. "Satoru~ don't be so angry, you know that I love only you, right? Try to find humour in such situations"

"Maybe you should get a tattoo of me, so that everyone knows you're mine." he retorts earning a scoff from you as you untangle yourself from him "haha you're quite humorous Satoru"

The situation only worsens when you reach your room in the clan manor. Everyone in the clan manor could sense the spike in Saroru's cursed energy when he sees your room being filled with marriage proposals in the form of extravagant gifts- jewels and all your favourite items from innumerable clans.

"god, y/n, you are going to be the death of me." he breathes as he swiftly picks you before throwing you on your bed and discarding his shirt. "Maybe I should just send every one of them a photo of you losing yourself to the pleasure I give you." he suggests with his honey toned voice laced with pure lust, hovering over you as he marked the place above your adam's apple, a place you cannot hide.

"I wouldn't dare do that since no one but me deserves to witness such a sinful sight of my precious goddess" he spoke in a sultry voice while looking at you through his eyelashes, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ABOUT A POSSESSIVE PERSON 🥹

yet i wrote this while losing my mind thanks to my mehendi drying AND LORD THAT SHIT IS ITCHING ME SO BADDDDD

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[MASTERLIST]

[lolitastories]

————-Maybe————

Description:

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 7:

I walked out a metal door when all the stairs were finished. Quietly I walk on the overhead squaring over the main floor. My back was backed up to the closest wall. I felt like if I just walk normally trying not to be seen or heard I would eventually fall on my face. Trying to clench the wall and feeling the cold concrete was what I needed to calm my heart down. I came this far, can’t turn around now. “Maybe I should take you and with that your team will leave me alone” A dark voice was heard. I look over and see a tall broad shoulder man who was talking to Nat. Fuck. Her head was restless, unable to pick up her head. Both her arms are tied with chains and hanging like arag doll.

“You killed an innocent person, you really think we will let you go that easy?” While they continued talking I walked down some stairs in the back, careful to watch if anyone else or anything else was in the room. In the back of the man who I am guessing is Kidd, there was a table. He emptied his pockets. I grab a gun hand and press it to the back of his head.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up” He turns around to face me with an evil smile on his face. I had the gun and the upper hand but he was the one who was calm. “I did my own research on you” Every step he takes I take a step back. “I know where you came from”

“Shut up” I take the gun closer to him. “You have nothing to say to me. Let her loose '' He chuckles, turning around and before I could do anything he pulled out another gun aiming it to the cieling and taking a shot. The glass crumbles down with dirt flying everywhere. I pull on the Nats lever and cover her.

“Y/N. The place is about to fall down. Take the door to your right. The yellow one! Hurry!” Maria pleas were the last thing on my mind. More dirt came down and I could hear the building crumbling over us.

“Nat?” holding onto her cheeks to make her face me. Her eyes were drifting and if I let her go her body would melt. “Shit. Nat. Wake up” Fuck. I get up, placing my arms under hers, pulling her towards the door.

“I got her” I look up and see Vision coming down. I nod. I see him carry her through the opening where everything was falling. I made sure they were gone as I ran safely past the door.

“Who has the upper hand now?” Goddamit. “ I should have done some research before targeting you. I thought you were going to be a normal person who if they are threatened they would always watch over their shoulder not involve the one and only avengers team." What kind of villain circles someone as the place is about to come down on us?

“Never did plan on it but since you literally tried to bomb me in the avengers tower, you kind of did that to yourself”

“Right now is not the time to be a smart mouth don’t you think?” He drew the gun closer to my face.

“So let me get this straight. Your boy fell for Jessica. Jessica was killed by the 3 suspects. Then your son committed sucide so you went on to kill the three suspects and Mr. Miller to cover up your tracks of revange?”

“Yes” He huffed, taking a look behind me. He lets go of the gun and starts walking away. “Now I know they won’t stop until I am captured but if you die here and I go to court for any of that, well lets just say corpses cant” He makes it to a covered door and locks it before I could stop him. Fuck. I run back to the yellow door and debris blocks the other side. What kind of ward, maze, or fucking warehouse is this?

“Y/N?” oh thank god

“Maria? How Nat?”

“Really? You are stuck underground. Mrs. Romanoff is a couple of minutes away from

the tower. Bruce is with her.”

“Thank god. Trust me I am freaking out. I don’t like being stuck in place more when its

underground.”

“You know what the good news is?” There's good news?

“My hair still look good?” I slide down the wall ready to collapse and stay there until I die

of starvation

“I can’t tell through infered but what I can tell is we have Kidd under custody and is on

the way to jail” another sigh of relief. “Are you ready to get out of there?” Before I could answer I hear a loud explosion and the hallaway I am in starts moving.

“What the hell is happening?” Please let it be an earthquake and not the ground underneath me falling.

“We cleared the ground above and now we are taking the enclosure you are in out to the surface” I could hear the container I was in hit the ground. Enclosure? What the hell am I, an animal? The sound and the smell of something burning was opposite of me. The metal rectangle opening fell, the light came through and an annoying and pissed off Tony did too.

“I should have kept you in here. Cut an opening on top and fed you like a hamster. That way you couldn’t get stupid ideas an act on them”

“Can we go home now? I did enough heroing today?” I know I didn’t help and probably interfered more than helping but I was tired and I hadn’t had anything to eat. No one got hurt and the criminal is underarrest.

“Yeah. Get in the quinjet” I smile passing by him. Never have I been so happy to touch the ground.

“You okay?” Steve says as I am walking up the ramp

“Next time I tell you to get out you do just as I say so I don’t have to come to you and have something like this happen again” I hear his slight chuckle. I take a seat and close my eyes.

“You saved Nat you know?” Lazily I open my eyes and see him kneeling infront of me. “We weren’t going to give up that easily. We have gotten into bigger messes before. As for you coming over that was a bad idea yes but if you didn’t we wouldn't have gotten to Nat in time” His smile always makes me feel better and he always knows what to say.

“Alright let's go home” Tony demands, walking into the quinjet. “And Bucky is, I would say angry at you but I don’t think that begins to cover it” Fuck! I forgot about Bucky. Fuck Bucky. Lydia. I am a horrible guardian. Leaving her alone with a guy who might have nice intentions but probably doesn’t even know how to take care of a plant. All the way I had two things on my mind. One Lydia and second Nat. When I told you I ran I ran to my room. I think all I saw was tunnel vision.

“Oh thank god” I pressed a hand over my heart seeing Lydia sleep soundly on my bed. His stare was very distinctive so when I felt a stare I knew it was him. I turn around and see him leaning with his arms crossed in the door entry. “Hey Tinman”

“Are you serious? Leaving me alone with a baby?! No. Leaving Lydia alone with me! To go to a mission that didn’t include you. That you could be injured or worse, died from!”

“Am sorry I wasn’t thinking” I walk forward tailing out the door so Lydia wouldn’t wake up. I knew saying sorry was enough when his face wasn’t angry but sad. “I understand-”

“You don’t understand anything! You could have died while under my protection! Lydia could have been harmed while I was with her. Goddamit!” I was looking at the ground like I was some little kid being screamed at by their parents. I didn’t know what to say and I guess he didn’t want to hear anything of what I was going to come up with. His footsteps moved quietly down the hall until he went into his room. The elevator dings and I see Wanda walking out.

“Everything okay?” Why did I feel a sting in my eyes? I never liked people screaming at me. But it never made tears form like this before. Not since the last time I saw my mother. “Y/N you need to understand way better than the quick story” She is right. I don’t know who Bucky is but I really do feel sorry and I have to make him believe me. “I will stay with her. Go”

“Thanks Wanda” I walked towards the door but stopped before I could try the knob. My mind was a mess or words. Every word that I think has no meaning because I am scared it's the wrong ones to use. “Bucky?” He probably hates me more than he did before now. That's why he doesn’t answer the door. Even trying to take a deep breath was a mistake. My breathing was out of order now. I turn the door thanking it for being unlocked. The lights were off but the light from outside gave me enough to see the form of the bedroom. He wasn’t in bed and the bathroom or closet door was wide open with the lights off. Where is he?

“Normally when people don’t answer the door it is because they don’t want to speak to anyone” Shit. I turned to the dark corner his voice was coming from.

“Normally people don’t seat in dark corners in their own room with the light off” Everystep I took towards him I had a bad idea in my head. What if it wasn’t Bucky? What if it was a serial killer pretending to be him? What if it was my imagination or just a dream? What if I walk into the dark corner and get sucked in a different demination?

“For someone who has a lot of thoughts in their brain, you can’t make decisions rapidly” I stop immediately after bumping into him. I kneel infront of him. I don’t hear him even flinch in the chair.

“Tinman I came here to apologise and you are making it really hard” Fuck I can’t come up with words now and that basically in my job description. But I can’t help this feeling, I don’t want to hurt him or have him hate me even more becasue I don’t know how to apologise to someone. I have never been the one to show emotion or love towards somebody. Maybe a hug and a smile with friends but never this. With Bucky it's like a connection and as stupid as it sounds I just crave him more than a physical way. Wanda always said I would find someone who would change my mind on belonging to someone. Having to give everything to them no matter the pain. To make myself vulnerable to them. I would tell her she was crazy. If I did find someone they wouldn’t rule my life. I wouldn’t be someone who would do that. I thought I was strong but with him, it just feels different. Words can’t explain that. “I am not good at apologising because I don’t do it often” I place my hands on his knees. Why? I don’t know!. His muscles tense but I can’t remove them now. “You can ask Wanda. I hardly apologise to people one because I am hardly in the wrong and two because most of the time it is something stupid. I can’t even accept and thank you because I hate feeling like I have to keep up an act of being someone they like-”

“You’re rambling” His voice was above a whisper and If he wouldn’t have moved a little I wouldn’t have quit talking to hear him talk.

“Right. Look I just want to say I am sorry for leaving Lydia with you. I should have thought it through but when I saw that the team needed help, well I bolted. I know you, Bruce, or Sam could have been of better service but it was my problem to fix. So I apologise for that. I don’t know everything,” Shit. I feel a problem coming. “I just know that I am sorry for making you feel like a danger to someone.” more a baby. “ I won’t do it again” I hope he could hear my sincerity in my voice. How can he make me feel so vulnerable? Like I want to cry because I caused him some kind of pain. I met him not even a week ago. Yet he makes me feel like we have been friends for years.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 3.5/5

Book Blurb: In its heyday, Piney Peaks and its beloved Christmas house were made famous by Sleighbells under Starlight, a romantic holiday movie. Fifty years later, the small town is ready for a new love story.

As a successful film liaison, Elisha Rowe has her heart set on one thing and one thing only: putting her hometown back on the map. So, when she gets the chance to secure the long-hoped-for sequel to Sleighbells under Starlight, a beloved holiday movie, she's willing to do whatever it takes to make sure everything goes smoothly. Unfortunately, that includes claiming to have already gotten permission to film at the historic Christmas house—permission she was very much denied by the gorgeous new owner.

City boy Ves Hollins is only back in Piney Peaks long enough to sell the house he inherited from his great-aunt. The holidays have always been tough for Ves, and it's not any easier when he's distracted by memories of a Christmas long, long ago, and the irresistible charm of neighbor Elisha. He has no plans to put down roots or fall in love...even if Elisha unravels his hesitations like a bad Christmas sweater. 

There's no question the two are opposites in every way. Ves is undeniably frosty. Elisha is brimming with warmth. He doesn't do commitment. She never runs from a challenge. But as the two grow closer, they quickly realize that the growing spark between them may be just what the season calls for.

Review:

In the beautiful town of Piney Peaks, a beloved Christmas house was made famous by the Sleighbells under Starlight, a romantic holiday movie... but now fifty years later a new love is going to take place in that house and it's going to take place between the city boy who inherited the famous house from his great aunt and the hometown girl who is set on getting the rights to film the sequel to the beloved movie for the same house and put her hometown back on the map! Elisha Rowe loves her hometown of Piney Peaks, she adores Christmas, and most of all she loves the movie Sleighbells under Starlight and she adored Maeve, the woman who owned the house before she died and left it to her great nephew... the same great nephew that Elisha might have assumed was an intruder in the house and attacked with a giant candy cane... whoops. Elisha's job is to secure the authorization from the owner of the house for the filming of the sequel to take place in the same house as the original movie, something she promised she could do and she did in fact have Maeve's signature before she died... but now that said great nephew owns the house the signature is void and she'll have to convince this grinch of a city boy to sign. Ves Hollins is not a Christmas person, in fact he is the ultimate grinch, and he wants nothing more than to sell the house his great aunt left him and return to the city. Ves has always had a really bad family life, his aunt Maeve was the only person to actually care about him, but opening that can of worms means facing his feelings and thats definitely not something he wants. Yet the moment he steps into his aunt's home he is nearly attacked by a very cute but slightly unhinged woman in elf pjs and when he realizes that he cant get the house appraised until the New Year, it means he's stuck in Piney Peak all Christmas... and stuck getting to know the irritating but very cute woman who lives across the street from him. Elisha and Ves are opposites but the more time they spend together the more their feelings grow, yet they both know that anything that happens between them is bound to end since Ves is going to return to the city and Elisha would never leave her hometown... it would definitely take a Christmas miracle to get these two together. This was definitely a very Hallmark Christmas movie type of read and I enjoyed it overall! It did have some spice which was great and overall, would definitely recommend it for anyone looking for a cute Christmas romance read!

*Thanks Netgalley and PENGUIN GROUP Putnam, G.P. Putnam's Sons for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[sorin-in-the-stars]

Hey dear i saw hr request being open so i decided to slide jn heh

Maybe angst to fluff? (pls dont make the angst to brutal i cant handle it well) heh

Anyways have a nice day dont overworm urself AND EAT.

Spit it Out.

Scaramouche x GN! Reader

Contents : Arguments, Angst to Fluff, sharing a bed, soft Scara at the end

Summary : What Scaramouche said about Haypasia hurt you. Have you not been here for him this entire time has a follower?

Wc : 1k

Requeted? Yes!

Ao3

Hi! Thank you so so much for this request, i've been DYING to write more for scara, but i had no idea what to write.

This type of thing has been on my mind for a bit so I am glad i was finally able to write it out

I hope you enjoy it!!

You sat there in shock and awe. How could he be so stupid? Oh, yeah sure he didn’t have a single devoted follower up until Haypasia. It wasn’t like you were there this entire time, right? There for him throughout all the years, committed solely to him. 

Hell, you even left the Fatui with him! He may have thought he forced you to, but you were willing to do as he says! You were his only follower from day one. 

Yet he dare treats you as if you were…Nothing!?

You scoffed, crossing your arms and looking away from him. You visibly looked upset, from the look in your eyes, and to your completely untouched food. 

What is it that he had done? He was incredibly confused in the moment. Why weren’t you eating the food he made for you?

You always ate what he made for you, no matter its contents. At this point his plate was completely empty, even if he didn’t need to eat.

He sat back in his chair, kicking your leg under the able in the process. “Spit it out, mortal.” When had he started using ‘Mortal’ instead of some deranged insult? 

You didn’t reply, feeling that he didn’t need to know as your supposed ‘God’. He should be able to put two and two together, right?

“What? Is my cooking suddenly not to your standards?” He furrowed his brows, getting irritated. His hands clenched in on themselves under the table. “I said to spit it out. Who are you to ignore my demands?”

“Why don’t you go ask your first and most devoted follower? Hm?” You turned you body to face the other direction, refusing to look at him. You felt hurt because of what he had said to the Traveler. Did you mean nothing to him?

“Stop spouting nonsense. She has nothing to do with this.” He scoffed, his irritation and confusing growing immensely. 

Your eyes widened slightly, the pain growing from simple words. “So you admit that she’s a better follower than I am?” You closed your eyes tightly, body curling in on itself.

Is this what you’re upset about? How ridiculous! “What are you talking about? She is my first follower, you are merely a-” He cut himself off. 

What were you to him? A soldier? A pet? A follower? Why has he kept you around this long? You didn’t provide much service to him other than patching him up, and occasionally cleaning. 

Was it because of your company? 

No that can’t be it…

“A what? What am I then?” You turned to him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. His silence towards you did not help the feeling you held in your chest. The pain was getting unbearable.

You stood up, ready to leave the makeshift home the two of you shared. “If I mean nothing to my own god, should I really worship him?” You spoke, staring down at his sitting form. You held both anger and pain in your eyes and voice.

Suddenly, Scaramouche felt a pang of pain where his heart should be. He didn’t speak, he was at a loss for words.

Did you truly feel that way? Were you really his first follower? Did he mess this up? “Don’t you dare say words such as those again, Mortal.” He stood up, coming eye to eye with you. He grabbed your wrist, and pulled you closer. “You worship me?” He asked. There was a certain air to his words. Uncertainty? Curiosity? Hesitation? You couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Of couse I do! Why do you think I follow you around? Do as you ask? Hm? You think I do those because I fear I might die if I don't like all the other Fatui soldiers?” You raised your voice, your breathing getting rather unsteady.

“If you truly are my first follower, then she is nothing.” He said, clearly trying to look intimidating. His eyes betrayed him and softened at your response.

“Run off to your little devotee. I’m going to bed.” You yanked your arm from his hand, walking off to the makeshift bedroom you two had.

What did he do wrong? He was sure that what he said should have made everything better.

He hated humans and their stupid emotions.

__ At some point in the night, you felt your blankets move. DId he really come crawling to you? In bed? You pulled the blankets over your body tightly, refusing to share with him.

“Stop being a brat and give me the blanket.” Scaramouche tugged at the blanket knowing full well there were other ones. 

You didn’t reply, faking being asleep to see what he would do. 

He scoffed, settling with the small amount he had. “Stupid brat, you should be honored to even be in the same room as me. Yet here you are being greedy.” He spoke softly, as to not ‘wake you’ it seemed. 

You heard him sigh, and felt more movement. He leaned his head against your back, clearly looking down inside the blanket.

“...I’m sorry…My most devoted.” He whispered, moving his hand to gently grip the back of your shirt. It was a habit it seemed. One he did often while asleep. 

“Don’t say anyone is more devoted to me, Scaramouche.” You replied, letting go of the blanket to turn around to face him.

Scaramouche froze up. You weren’t meant to hear that. His facial expression showed that much.

You move a hand from under the blanket up to his face, gently cupping it. “You can do no real harm, my god.” You leaned your head onto his, voice softening “My Love.” 

Scaramouches cheeks dusted pink. “Don’t leave me.” His voice cracked. 

Maybe he didn’t see you as a follower because he didn’t want you as one? 

You hummed in response, leaving a small kiss on his forehead. “I wouldn’t dare try.” 

Scaramouche lifted one of his hands up to your face, cupping it in the same way you were doing to him. He just stared at you, not knowing what else to say or to do. 

He was tired. He wanted to sleep.

“Good. Now sleep, my most devoted.” He whispered, trailing his hand down to your neck to urge you forward gently. 

Scaramouche moved his head to your neck, enjoying the small bit of warmth it brought to his otherwise cold body. Carefully, he left small kisses there. 

He felt comfortable in your arms.

Finally, he could sleep.

[aftgficrec]

Staff Recs More Christmas/Winter ❄️🎄❄️

We couldn’t fit all the Christmas goodness in one post, so here’s a bonus! - AFTG Fic Rec Fam

Also see:

Staff Recs December 2021 Christmas/Winter here

Staff Recs December 2021 Christmas Shorts 1 here, 2 here

The bite in frost by butallmystars [Not Rated, 3627 Words, Complete, 2021]

He has gotten better at wanting over the years. Small things like buying himself a packet of candy from the store. Bigger things like committing to his future with Neil; the cats; Boston; even Exy.

Before Rainfall by tsauergrass [Rated G, 2417 Words, Complete, 2021]

On his path were traces Neil had left: a dent in the couch, a mug half-full with coffee on the table. They were eleven hours apart and neither of them celebrated Christmas, but still Neil had come.

it's you i've been wishing for by melopeya [Rated T, 9085 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Winter 2020]

When Neil decides to stay on campus for winter break, he’s looking forward to several weeks of peace, quiet, and Netflix. But as he gets to know the only other person staying in his dorm, he realizes he might be getting a lot more than he bargained for.

tw: alcohol 

I Can't Describe the Joy They Bring (cuz joy is something they don't bring me) by s0ymilk [Rated T, 2542 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange 2017]

A boring, snowy night at the Eden's Twilight coffee shop brings Andrew a new and /very/ interesting customer.

I Can't Describe the Joy They Bring (The Universe Approved Remix) by sunrise_and_death [Rated G, 3467 Words, Complete, AFTG Remix 2018, Locked)

An object in motion stays in motion, and Neil was nothing if not in motion. The only thing that could stop him was an unmovable object, and there weren’t many of those.

There weren’t many, but a snow storm in South Carolina in May could do the trick.

'tis the damn season by moonlizard (agstdboi) [Rated M, 11652 Words, Complete, AFTG Winter Jam 2020]

He thinks, to his own horror, that he might enjoy not spending Christmas alone for the first time in a long time.

Or the Found Family AU where Neil finally agrees to participate in his friends' tradition to take a trip and finds out he might go home with a little more than just fuzzy socks from Dan.

tw: alcohol

pull me closer (and hold me in your arms) by ennui_ephemera [Rated T, 2694 Words, Complete, 2019]

On a roadtrip to Chicago to visit Andrew's family for Christmas, the car breaks down in a blizzard. While trapped for hours together, certain feelings come to light.

Together Away by antixar [Rated T, 3139 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Winter 2021]

The Foxes had been scattered around the world for a full year, counting on the days to gather for Christmas and be finally united again like those years when they still went to Palmetto.

Alas, weather has other plans and they all end stuck far away from each other.

christmas in a place called home by redpandascult [Rated G, 4691 Words, Complete, 2021]

Andrew: i cant believe you ignored the picture of sir fat cat mccatterson dressed up as santa

Andrew: fuck u

Andrew is typing…

tis the season to be folly by waywardqueen [Rated T, 4297 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Winter 2020]

Andrew and Neil agreed to be each others fake dates. The inevitable ensued.

hard candy christmas by moonix [Rated T, 7970 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

Andrew has been tasked with finding the perfect Christmas tree for the first ever Minyard-Hemmick family Christmas. Unfortunately, the cute guy selling them is no help in picking out the right one.

Bittersweet Letters by moonqueerdom [Rated T, 2932 Words, Complete, 2020]

During a Christmas day in his childhood, Neil quickly meets Andrew, a grumpy little boy who becomes the motivation for his goal of writing a book. From there on, Neil writes multiple letters to the boy until the day he meets him again.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Kandreil Christmas by justdk [Rated E/T, 2 Complete Works, 2018]

part 1: A Kandreil Christmas Eve [E, 2510 Words]

Just some Kandreil smut for the holidays

tw: alcohol, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced torture

part 2: Merry Christmas, David Wymack [T, 3447 Words]

That time Wymack realized his son was dating two of his teammates (and he was okay with it).

Never Letting This Go by ExyDownUnder [Rated T, 3005 Words, Complete, 2021]

The first time the Foxes can spend Christmas together, they all try to make it special for Neil and Kevin

Wonderful by LufwoodEmilius [Rated G, 6402 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Winter 2020]

Jean hates surprises yet Jeremy still surprises him with a wonderful Winter Festival in France. The two spend the next year reflecting and basking in each other's company. The year ends with a surprise for Jean.

Setting up the christmas tree by eloquent_apollo [Rated G, 3107 Words, Complete, 2020]

Jean Moreau had never before celebrated Christmas. Back with the Ravens, holidays were seen as a distraction from training. When he lived in France, his family simply didn’t have the money to celebrate Christmas with four children in the house. But now, ever since Jeremy Knox had made its way into Jean’s life, he was learning to do the things he’d never done before. 

Wishing You a Merry Foxmas by Space_Kry [Not Rated, 9015 Words, Complete, 2018]

Neil hasn't had a Christmas with the Foxes. Not an actual one at least. This year they plan it to be perfect.

Neil has hope that it will be.

Winter Tale series by moonqueerdom [Rated T/M, 2 Complete Works, AFTG Winter Jam 2020]

part 1: Astronomy in reverse (T, 6801 Words)

a winter tale about how Andrew Minyard discovered there was a pair of ethereal blue eyes protecting and taking care of him, and he, of course, was fascinated by it

tw: implied/referenced abuse

part 2: Pitch black, pale blue (M, 8230 Words)

Neil spends Christmas with Andrew and the Foxes, and he not only discovers and participates in some Christmas traditions but he also finally understands what family should mean

tw: alcohol

Sick of Losing Soulmates by makebelieveanything [Rated T, 8222 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Winter 2020]

Neil has the ability to traverse the entirety of time and space and yet he still feels more alone in the world than ever, that is until he finds his soulmates and figures out what it's like not to be alone.

tw: alcohol

December 2029 by ConventionalExy (Conventionals) [Rated E, 15308 Words, Complete, 2021]

Part 6 of the Timeless series

It's just another year, just another Christmas. It shouldn't be special, shouldn't be different... But every day you're in love, every day with the people you love... it is special.

tw: attempted rape/noncon, tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: murder, tw: explicit sexual content

Who Cares About Christmas? by CrownOfAloe [Rated G, 10459 Words, Complete, AFTG Reverse Big Bang 2019]

“Look, I know we don’t really do Christmas as the Titans, but maybe we can go for it this year?” Neil said softly, “We can do the whole tree and presents thing?”

NB: art prompt by @mr-im-fine here

this song applies so heavily to Neil Josten spending Christmas in Evermore song rec by @louisapennyfeather2021 [Tumblr, 2021]

Art

Andreil - The Nightmare Before Christmas AU art by @minyardsrabbit

Andreil Christmas doodle art by @fighto-art

Neil ‘you know I get it’ Josten: Christmas edition art by @wheep

Is it too late for a kiss under the mistletoe? art by @doodlingstuff

Neil covered in Christmas lights art by @nerdzewordart

Andreil Christmas stickers art by @captain-ferid

andreil Christmas card drawing art by @coldcigarettes

Andreil at a christmas market art by @sleepytimelea​

Neil and Andrew in matching Fox beanies art by @oblivionsdream

post-Evermore Neil Josten art by @alaspoon

“You shouldn’t have come here” comic by @alienthingornot

The Foxhole Court Advent Calendar moodboards by @hemminicky Dec 1 Trojans | Dec 2 Ravens | Dec 3 Foxes | Dec 4 Ichirou | Dec 5 Riko | Dec 6 Erik | Dec 7 Katelyn | Dec 8 Alvarez | Dec 9 Laila | Dec 10 Jeremy | Dec 11 Jean | Dec 12 Betsy | Dec 13 Abby| Dec 14 Wymack | Dec 15 Seth | Dec 16 Allison | Dec 17 Renée | Dec 18 Dan | Dec 19 Matt | Dec 20 Aaron | Dec 21 Nicky | Dec 22 Kevin | Dec 23 Andrew | Dec 24 Neil

[mimosaeyes]

If things don’t work out and he loses Jon tomorrow, Martin wants to remember him happy.

Post-199. Jon and Martin reflect on what has and could have been. 1.4k

Thanks @emberidzae and @distortion-noodles for the quick beta!

As they emerge into the hallway, Georgie pokes her head out of what must be her and Melanie’s bedroom. “Blankets and such are down that way,” she says, pointing. “Help yourself, yeah?”

If Martin weren’t observing Jon so closely, he might have missed the way he jumps at the words. Jon recovers swiftly, though. “Right. Thanks, Georgie.”

Martin hasn’t yet closed the door behind them. He leans back into the room to relay the information to Basira, only to find her already nodding and waving him off without looking up. “I heard her.”

She’s leaning against the table they’d all stood around while arguing about the plan. In her hands are two flat metal discs on a chain. It takes Martin a moment to place where he’d last seen them: hanging around Daisy’s neck.

He was slipping too far into the Lonely at the time to really pay attention, but Martin did notice that the dog tags disappeared after Daisy swore to resist the Hunt. He’s always assumed she got rid of them, destroyed them in a bid to purge the memory of her work for Section 31 — and the less than legal things she did besides.

“Found them while tracking her,” Basira explains, clearly guessing his train of thought. “She stopped wearing them, but she still carried them around. As a reminder, you know? Until…”

Until she gave in to the Entity calling her name. Until she left her humanity behind to protect her friends.

Martin swallows past a sudden lump in his throat. “If you need to talk, Basira—”

“I’m good,” she cuts him off. “I’m managing.”

He knows it’s the truth; they’d had plenty of time to catch up at the base of the cliff while Jon was recording. So he nods and leaves it at that, saying only, “Come find us anyway, if you change your mind.”

Her expression softens even as her voice takes on a wry edge. “Go on,” she chivvies, “go be soppy with your boyfriend somewhere else.”

“Somewhere far away from you, you mean?”

Basira snaps her fingers. “Got it in one. Always knew you were the smart one.”

The bedding Georgie mentioned turns out to be a huge pile of unrolled sleeping bags and unfolded blankets. The sight is amusingly incongruous for the three seconds it takes Martin to realise that these used to belong to the cult members, who have since been dragged back to their domains.

Gingerly, he steps forward to take what they need. Jon helps, his face stony.

They duck into the first empty room they come across and lay down enough padding to save their backs from the hard floor. Martin fusses with the makeshift bed while Jon stands and starts pacing.

Everything in Martin is saying to go to him and wrap him up in another hug, make up for the one Jon had pulled out of while his hands were still shaking and his cheeks still wet with tears. But he watches the tense lines of his body and thinks that Jon would only flinch away from comfort if he offered it again. So he sits down, leaving some space for Jon to join him when he’s ready, and waits.

It takes several minutes for Jon to look up at him. When he does, he bites his lip and says, “I’m sorry. It’s already been decided, I know, and I’m sick of rehashing the same old arguments with you.”

Martin lets out a short exhale. “I know. If the plan doesn’t work — I don’t want to spend our last hours together fighting.”

Jon blanches a little. “Hours,” he repeats softly, starting to shake his head. “I wish we had more time.”

“You don’t mean, uh… put it off, do you?” Martin doesn’t think he does, but it’s worth clarifying.

“What? Oh, no. Of course not.”

The huff of laughter that accompanies Jon’s words is gratifying. Martin decides to lean into it. “Because that would be a truly record-breaking act of procrastination,” he points out.

Jon smiles lopsidedly. “Speak for yourself. You haven’t seen me try to start writing an essay in university.”

“Fair enough,” Martin concedes, smiling back at him.

After a moment, Jon sobers again. “I mean, maybe we wouldn’t have been together, if not for all this, but — if I had to do it all over again, I think I’d waste less time. I’d… I don’t know, I’d tell you I’d missed you while I was abroad. Maybe admit that there were a couple of times when I didn’t really need your help looking something up, but called you anyway, so I could hear your voice.”

Martin blinks, momentarily surprised. Then he crows, “I knew it! I knew there wasn’t really a place called Desert Bluffs. I looked for mentions of it in statements for days, and the whole time you were — ha, you were bluffing.”

Good-naturedly, Jon rolls his eyes. “Yes, yes, I’m terrible at coming up with fake names on the spot.”

“But that would mean…” Martin furrows his brow at Jon. “That was when you were in America. And you already…”

Jon has been gradually closing the distance between them as they’ve talked. Now he eases himself down next to Martin, as always favouring the leg Sasha had once dug a worm out of with a corkscrew, and says simply, “Yes. I already knew I loved you. Maybe I wasn’t in love with you, not yet, but… yes.”

Martin will never get used to hearing Jon say he loves him. He knows he does, and it still takes his breath away every time. But right now, with a handful of hours until the morning, it makes him feel like the air has been punched out of his chest.

“You’re right,” he says quietly. “I wish we’d gotten our act together sooner.”

Beside him, Jon pulls his knees up to his chest, wrapping one arm around his legs and extending his other hand in Martin’s direction. Martin holds onto his hand, and they stay like that for a spell.

They’ve made an unspoken compact to not only avoid fighting on this last night, but also to keep things light. They’ve had so few wholly good days together, Martin reflects. If things don’t work out and he loses Jon tomorrow, he wants to remember him happy. He wants to make the time they have count.

He nudges Jon, letting his voice grow teasing again. “Hey. If I got to do it all over again, I’d ask you out on a kayaking date.”

“That’s... pretty specific,” Jon remarks.

“Tim gave me the idea. Early, early on, when he would make fun of me for having a crush on the boss. I���d bring you some tea and come back to my desk to find he’d texted me a link to a nearby kayak rental service. It was a different one each time, too.”

“You have to admire the commitment.” Jon pauses. “Can two people even fit in the same kayak?”

“I thought of that. There are tandem kayaks. I was going to win you over with my superior rowing skills.”

Jon laughs. “I think it would’ve worked.”

From just outside the door comes a rustling noise. Basira, probably, holding an armful of sleeping bag and looking for a place to bed down for the night.

After she goes past, Jon says ruefully, “We should probably get some rest.”

He looks about as tired as Martin feels. But everything now seems tinged with an air of finality. If they go to sleep, it might be the last time they curl up together. And it’ll make the morning come sooner.

It’s irrational, but he blurts out, “Not yet. I… I’m not ready.”

To say goodnight. To say goodbye.

Jon cants his head at him, and Martin wonders how transparent his thoughts are, playing across his features.

“Me neither,” Jon murmurs. He leans in closer and presses a kiss to Martin’s forehead. “Me neither.”

They stay up and talk, facing each other in bed. Neither of them has ever had a sleepover at a friend’s place, they discover, and yet this feels like that. Jon tells him about the lake he and Basira traversed, making it sound absolutely dreadful without Martin there to help with rowing. Martin starts describing Life of Pi and other movies Jon may never get to watch. Several times, he asks if Jon is sleeping with his eyes open, then laughs as he denies it.

In the end, Martin doesn’t even remember falling asleep — only that Jon is there with him, and that’s almost enough.

[also available on AO3 here]

[my TMA fic on AO3]

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Overhaul / Chisaki Kai sfw alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Yeah... not very as you all may have expected. Chisaki is very reserved and his mysophobia doesn't help at all. Although, years of not touching nobody can do so much to a person and he MIGHT be willing to touch you after a few months... maybe years.

At the first few times he will only show his affection by giving you things. That's it.

But well, the wait is worth it. Chisaki is a gentleman by nature. Kisses on the hand whenever you pass by, forcing/invinting you to sit on his lap.

His forms of affection are from actions, not from words. He sucks with words, Im sorry.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

Something tells me that Chisaki would start a relationship only when the person gives him some type of interest. Personality, knowledge.... QUIRKLESS.

Really, he does care more about how intellugent or what they could be to him as a partner, appearance comes just as a bonus to him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

AHA!

Jokes apart, Chisaki is just as a stone when cuddling... if he is willing to honestly because this man is such a tsundere brat it huRTS-

He would slowly learn how to do it, but please give him time and espace, he never done this before God help him.

He is much more comfortable with you laying on his chest as he continues on with his paperwork, it gives hkm a sense that he is not alone and that he can spend time with you while doing something so tedious as paperwork.

BUT! On harsh days, as example got into a argument with pops or a bad day in general, he likes to lay his head on your lap and just forget the world exists as hugging you close and inhaling your clean scent.

Also well, enjoy when he is sleepy.

Also, cuddling only after a shower. No buts.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Well, he does want to settle down but as long as he can continue gis work on the Hassaikai then its nore than fine to him (if we're talking about after the raid THEN HE NEEDS TO SETTLE DOWN AND SOME THERAPY)

Cleaning master. Sucks at cooking.

Okay, he is not that bad he can make a toast, but he just really doesn't like to do it, since is just so messy. Really enjoys your cooking though if you know how to...

If not his poor childhood friend will become the chef of you two. Seriously Hari need a break-

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Fuck. If HE had to break up he would be straight to the point. Cold and uncaring. Not even the whole "is not you, its me" no no. Chisaki will make sure to tell that he is breaking up because of you and thats final, being on his good intentions or not.

Kai would break up with his partner if they did something like cheat on him or something... and he is from the mafia you rreally want to take the risk?!

Or he would break up due to his fear of you getting hurt. But this will only happen when his paranoia would take over him.

He doesn't want to lose you soon, affirmative.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He feels unnecessary before he mets someone he feels really in love with. He doesn't believed in love when younger so its a tragic change.

And no. Chisaki wants to make sure he knows the person very well before he goes to get down on one knee for them. And surprisingly, if he feels like he is safe and can be vulnetable around his partner? Then he is on the cloud nine internally.

Only time will tell when you can get engaged with this plague man.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

TSUNDERE BASTARD-

Is that enough? No? Ok.

He is always scoffing and rolling his eyes when you are affectionate with him but ny god dont stop or else he will discount his rage and frustation on poor Rappa.

Although, when he gets a bit drunk or just overworked he is so gentle. Like, sweet words and all, it even shocks you sometimesm

For him, you are the light of his dark life, his angel. So he doesn't mind speaking behind closed doors on how much he loves you and cherish you being here with him. Likes to carres your cheeks with the back of his gloved hand or plant sweet kisses on your forehead, hands and most of all: lips.

Appreaciate it because his behaviour can change on how you take his words.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Nope. Only when he feels the urge to it, when he is tired or when you are down.

He is not much of a hugger. But is willing to give some to you since... you're special to him.

Although Chisaki hugs are like 👌😤. His arms caging you to gis chest and how warm it feels its just heavenly. He hugs you close and likes to give you little squezze that does not hurt to make you sure he is not letting go for a while.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Long. Long time until he says this.

Saying those three words means to him only one thing: vulnerability.

Its going to take a lot of time for Kai to let out those words, mostly sure that his partner will be the one to say it first, but Kai would jjst stay there and not reply.

One: embarrassed as heck; Two: he is sure that he loves you back but... he needs time.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is more overprotective than jealous. Yet he does feel it. A lot.

He doesn't trust OTHERS, he knows you love him. But the world around him failed so many times when he was young that this man has doubts even on his most considerate coomurate. He fears that they might take advantege of you.

A tiny part of him fears that you will leave him because he is not the mostproper partner, but his pride takes over that very easily.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft, passionate and hot.

As spoken before Kai loves to kiss your hand, forehead, cheeks and lips. Those are the cleanest and softest places he found to make you embarrassed and all soft.

He isn't much to being kissed... but he does love it when he is there working and then you rub his shoulder a bit before kissing his temple than pecking his lips softly.

Leaves him a blushing mess all the time.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

*laughs* ERI-CHAN-!

I have a few scenatios of him actually being a good dad so... I will just skip this one and let you all see it for yourselfs.

Although, one word. Strict dad. You guessed right.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

My HEART THEY ARE THE BEST

Especially when he doesn't go to work because its only there that you can see his resting face on the pillows. Usually when he goes to work he gets up, dress himself and carres your check softly before leaving a kiss on your temple and leaving.

When he is free you're trapped. Cant get out of the bed until he does.

Sweet scraches and petting coming from him. TAKE THOSE.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Soft. Watching him, tired as always getting out of his clothes to put his nightwear. If neither of you feel like crashing down onto the dreamland, Chisaki will pick one book you may like, let you rest your head on his chest, shoulder or lap as he reads it out loud while scracthing your head.

If he is on the mood he might even sing you a lullaby... only if you're feeling down though.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

After a very long time on the relationship.

If he does have a mentalbreakfown he is blurting everything out like he is about to die and just needs to tell you everything. Although it would be almost impossible.

I feel like Chisaki would slowly reveal things of himself to you. Is the most like to happen.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Easy peasy little squeaky.

This man gets angry easily but he does know how to control himself over this situations... although when he loses his patience he does get pissed off (we saw him already guys with pops and the heroes)

In discussions he woudl rather distance himself then to just shout at you though.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

STALKER

He knows everything and more about you. Every little detail he will remember

Seriously, he might still have that annoyed face of his when you're talming but he is listening and paying attention.

Might as well surprise you with your favorite sweets or flowers.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

First kiss.

He never kissed someone besides you so all the memroy is very well guarded on his mind and he does cherish it everyday.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Overprotective. Will kill for you, overhaul and then kill again for you.

Chisaki is powerful, not only by his quirk but his status as well so only one look of his is enough to scare the others away.

Or his threatenings like... slipping his glove out and showing his victim his bare hand as a signal to not speak or dont come any closer unless they want to die.

Will fell weirded out if you protect him since like... he is a boss of the mafia? He doesn't need protection? He is your knight in shinning armor not the other way around.

... although it makes him a bit embarrassed.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

So much money that the Hassaimai is stealing from other gangs because of this asshole expending shit tones of moneh in your guys dates.

Everything you once thought or mentiomed for him is there. He is not afraid to spend money when it comes to you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Brush off something that its important to you bit seems unimportant for him.

Gets rude sometimes.

Always demanding on cleaning duty.

Wanting to keep his personal espace due to his mysophobia.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Not much. He only gives care to his cleaning habbits and his smell. Definitely not because you find his scent amusing and devine. Nope. Definitely not.

He doesn't care about looks. Really, do not give a shit. Is just a bonus to him. You're divine and angelic to him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Many thumbs up.

He feels extra annoyed and bothered when you're not around. Pls stay with this plague man.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Cant sleep without you on his side. Really, he just cant. He tried many times already but just ended up scoffing and going after you just because he needed to sleep says him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He calls you brat as a affectionate nickname but seriously, he doesn't want a child as his partner, so dont be too childish. It irritates him a lot.

BEING ORGANIZED IS NOT A OPTION IS A MUST. or else it will feel like he is more occupied scolding you then loving you for that matter.

Hates. HATES. when his plans doesn't work well and when suddenly you cancel a date of you two or any plans in general.

Hates.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Cling to you for dear life when he gets comfortable with you. And I would suggest you to stay awake for a bit longer than him since he mumbles in his sleep.

Might be nightmares of rombas chasing him with knifes or words of how much he truly loves you? You might as well find out.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Ray Sinclair

(My borderline alright gif)(Welcome to my first underrated movie headcanons post! This is from the movie Something Wild (1986))

(If you’re going to learn anything about me from this blog then you’ll learn that I’m a big fan of criminals.)

- You and Ray first met while you were dating a friend of his. He’d just gotten out of a stint in prison when you and your boyfriend had happened across him on the street. The two men greeted each other warmly as you stood off to the side, wondering who the hell this guy was.

- Finally, your boyfriend turned and introduced the two of you, letting Ray get his first good look at you. That was all it took for him to decide he wanted you and let’s just say that when Ray wants something...he gets it.

- He doesn’t immediately try to put the moves on you. If there’s anything Ray is its conniving and cunning; he’s willing to wait to make sure he gets things right. He studies your relationship, taking note of its weak points; all the touchy subjects and things that make you incompatible.

- At the same time he gets closer to you, showing you a good time and getting you addicted to the rush of adrenaline and the thrill that comes with being around him.

- Isn’t it sad that a man you barely know brings more excitement to your life than your own boyfriend. But that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? That’s exactly what he wants you to think but it isn’t like he’s putting up a facade. He’s showing you exactly what it’s like to be with him, he just knows that the lifestyle will be too alluring for you to resist.

- Ray isn’t a great person, he knows that, everyone knows that. He’s a conman, a criminal, a bastard, the list can go on. Him being vindictive and two faced with your ex boyfriend is just the tip of the iceberg but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t actually care about you. He loves you that’s for sure, enough to plot an entire scheme to get you for himself.

- Honestly, all your relationship needed to fall apart was a little push and he was happy to provide it. A little instigation on his part and the two of you were exchanging screaming insults.

- It was only a matter of time before you two officially split up and let’s just say it wasn’t on good terms. Ray was the one who swooped in and comforted you, calling your ex an ass and offering to get your stuff from his apartment.

- To be fair you weren’t all that upset, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You hadn’t realized how much he was dragging you down. You were finally free to do whatever you wanted and so...Ray asked you to run off with him.

- You’d been happily prancing around your room when he first asked, too caught up in your own excitement to hear him correctly so you had to ask him to repeat himself.

- When you finally heard the question you were shocked, the smile faded from your face a bit as you processed what he was actually asking you. Sure you’d wanted to leave your town for a while, see the world a little and live your life but could you really do it, and with Ray for that matter? Sure he was attractive and you liked him a lot but this was a huge step. You couldn’t exactly go back once you’d started.

- It took you a minute to come to your decision. You were free... and you were gonna stay free. You packed up your things, kissed your life goodbye and hopped in the car with him, never looking back.

- Whatever you want to do the two of you will do. Is it considered a date if you’re just living out your lives together?

- You rarely leave each other’s sides and you rarely want to. You’re as comfortable as can be with each other.

- Lots of pda, homeboy would legitimately fuck you in public if you let him.

- His go-to pet name is baby and he calls you it often.

- Ray can be a real sweetheart when he wants to be and he saves all his sweetheart points for you. You’re the only person he’s ever nice to without there being an ulterior motive behind it.

- He honestly thinks you’re the most amazing girl he’s ever met. You’re beautiful, smart, sweet, talented; the list could go on and he’d happily read it out to you if you cant see what he does.

- He loves having you model clothes for him. He’d steal you expensive outfits just so he could watch you try them on and tear them off you afterwards.

- Acting gentlemanly has never been like a conscious decision of his, he just opens doors for you (etc) because that’s what you’re “supposed to do”.

- You do a lot of moving around so get used to being in cars and packing up your stuff constantly.

- Sleeping in the passenger seat of his car while he drives to your next destination. When you’re awake, he likes to keep one hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel.

- Ray has no shame and that’s a fact. He isn’t afraid to make a fool of himself for you.

- He always checks on you when he thinks something may be wrong. He may overreact a little in certain situations but it’s all coming a good place.

- You catch him staring a lot, sometimes it’s innocent other times it feels like he wants to eat you alive.

- He’s really protective of you, that’s part of the reason why he watches you so much. He doesn’t like having you out of his sight just in case something happens to you or you need him.

- He finds nearly everything you do amusing. You could be killing someone and he’d find a way to make a teasing comment about it.

- He takes pride in seeing you become more like him. Whenever you do something wild he can’t help but smile.

- He’s probably taught you how to use a gun. You spend some weekends sitting in an isolated area with him, shooting cans off of broken fences and bins.

- Learning how to patch him up and reset his broken noses. Get used to blood, that’s all I’m saying.

-Sometimes he genuinely amazes you with how tough he is. You don’t think you’ve ever met anyone in your life that can handle a broken nose like it’s just an inconvenience.

- He likes going through your things so I don’t suggest owning things you wouldn’t want him finding. He does it out of curiosity and boredom rather than suspicion so don’t read into it too much.

- He’s very...convincing. It’s hard to resist him when he asks you to do something or asks to do something to you.

- Play wrestling and just being overall kinda rough with each other.

- He’s one hell of a kisser. He takes your breath away on a daily basis.

- He likes to people watch and make fun of everyone with you.

- He has a thing for your shoulders. He just always seems to be touching them in some way whether it be laying his head on one or wrapping his arm around both of them.

- Late night trips around town. You have a lot of fond memories under the stars.

- Even if he thinks something is silly he can’t help but do it for you just to see you smile.

- Keeping a list of all the motels and hotels that you’ve visited...It’s a long list.

- He likes being able to carry you into your motel room/bedroom after you’ve fallen asleep in his car or on the couch. There’s just something about it that’s so precious to him.

- Sleeping in his shirts with your head resting on his arm and his body pressed against your back.

- Probably has your name tattooed somewhere on him. He also may or may not have gotten it done while in prison.

- Be prepared for a lot of surprises, he likes seeing the look on your face when he catches you completely off guard.

- Likes when you play with his hair. You can always calm him down with it, it’s your own little secret weapon against him.

- Fights are screaming matches but he never lets either one of you walk away. You’re going to fight until things get fixed and that’s just how it’s going to be even if he has to stand by and watch you cool off for an hour. The both of you can go to bed angry with each other but you’re still sleeping side by side and that’s final.

- He hates upsetting you; he always apologizes and knows exactly what to do to make things better though.

- To a certain degree he knows almost exactly what you need and want. Sometimes it’s annoying how right he is about you but other times it’s helpful. You find solace in the fact that there’s certain things about you that he’s just dead wrong about or that he doesn’t know about at all.

- Occasionally, he gets kind of insecure about your relationship because he isn’t sure if he can provide you with the future that you really want. Sure, his adrenaline junky, carefree ways are fun now but how long are you going to think so?

- He has high hopes for you even though you’ve chosen to spend your days with a dirtbag like him.

- He’s often quick to jealousy but he hides it well...to people other than you at least. You know the way he is so you can always spot the little quirks and cues that tell you he’s getting ticked off. That and the fact that he’ll grill you on who “that guy was” after you’ve walked away from them.

- Sometimes he’s ready to start a full on fist fight after hearing someone use a pickup line on you. Other times he likes to stand around and listen to guys talk about or attempt to flirt with you just to see how quickly their faces fall once they realize you’re together. Occasionally he’ll do both of those things just for the additional ego boost.

- He’s willing to fight for a woman like you.

- He likes telling you about his different robberies and schemes. Whenever he commits some kind of crime he just has to brag to you or mock the people he just messed with.

- You’re probably going to have to visit him in prison at least once, just saying. But hey, if you’re with him you already know what you signed up for

- He’s never afraid to admit how much he missed you.

- Even if you broke up with him (probably because of him being in prison, let’s be honest) he’d still be caught up on you and wouldn’t be able to stop himself from trying to get you back by any means necessary.

- He absolutely melts on the inside whenever you tell him you love him, especially if it’s after a fight or when you’re getting back together after a long time apart.

- Ray is a charmer so it wouldn’t be hard for him to get your parents to like him, it’s probably best that you leave out the fact that he’s been to prison though.

- You probably have a Vegas wedding on a whim one night pretty early into your relationship because that’s just how your relationship is. Funnily enough, you don’t regret it one bit.

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DIRTY GIRL

Ch 8 - Blood lust

Ana embarks on a casual, and obviously filthy affair with Negan, accidentally falling for the man, knowing he will never love her. Angst and kinkyfuckery.

WARNINGS: It's Negan so expect swearing, violence, sexual content throughout. I'll add specific chapter warnings as it progresses. 

Chapter 8 - Blood Lust

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana has worked her way up the rankings of the Saviors to be one of Negan's top guys. They get horny in the truck on the way home after punishing a rebellious community.

Warnings: firstly, questionable dark immature humour. (This is not a serious smut. I wanted their relationship to have developed into a playful friends with benefits/humorous fuck buddy scenario.) Usual =swearing, dirty talk, wanking, oral

"Not cool. NOT. FUCKING. COOL....

This insurgency...rebellion...uprising... ...whatever the fuck you want to call it, will NOT be fucking tolerated...

You. Fucking. Know this...... EVERYONE is very clear on the fucking rules, and there are no exceptions... NO. EXCEPTIONS.

Lucille is thirsty...and my dirty girl insists on having her way...Punishment will be swift and severe...... This is the way it has to be, people.....THIS is the New World Order and this is the ONLY WAY."

***

Panting and pumped with adrenaline, they turn to each other. Lucille poised at his side, soaked and stained with her latest victim, Ana clutching her dagger, dripping and glistening red in the evening light. The remains of the rebels twitch at their feet as blood pools around their boots. The sobbing in the background becomes white noise as she locks eyes with him. She idolises him and his commitment to the cause, believes in him completely. She fought for him. She killed for him. 

He brushes a blood smear from her cheek with a smirk. She watches hypnotised, as drips of claret snake their way slowly and seductively down over prominent cheekbones, collecting in the bristles of his beard. His eyes wander across her face. Touching her again, this time slowly, his thumb deliberately lingers on her skin, traces along her jaw and lips, which part as he brushes them. Her head tilts to capture the bottom of his thumb between her teeth. Biting, holding him there. 

Oblivious to their surroundings he moves in close, his large gloved hand grasping at her neck and jaw forcing her chin upwards. His gaze intense, his eyes dark and hooded, he lowers his lips to hers, hovering just out of reach. "Hmmmm" he bites on his lip as he holds her there, then abruptly turns away towards the kneeling residents. 

"Well I think that went pretty fuckin well......" 

He swings Lucille, taunting them with a grin as he swaggers passed them.

"Mistakes were made....." 

swing 

"People were punished...." 

swing 

"Lessons were learned....." 

swing 

"Damn! I am in a great fuckin mood." 

Swinging Lucille in a full circle then flicking her at the survivors, blood splatters their faces as they cower before him. Amused, he leans back laughing 

"Yep, my dirty girl is very happy, AND very satisfied..... Speaking of..." 

He turns and smirks in Ana's direction

".....I am feeling EXTREMELY turned on right now, so, I'm going home to fuck this beautiful woman.... "

He turns dramatically in Simon's direction. 

"Simon we're done here, let's wrap this shit up." 

Looking down at the floor and stamps in the mess. He points his finger down towards his feet and grimaces. 

"Ya might wanna clean this shit up before leaving" 

He shakes his boot and turns to walk away, calling over his shoulder 

"Ya'll have a pleasant fuckin evening, I'll be back in a week" 

Turning on his heels he grabs Ana by the hand and strides towards the truck. Opening the passenger door, he helps her in, giving her ass a sharp slap as she climbs in. 

"That fucking ass of yours" he growls "can't wait to get you home."

He slams the door shut, eyeing her through the windscreen with a filthy smirk as he walks around the front of the truck and climbs in the drivers side. 

"We don't have to wait until we get home" she smiles, leaning in towards him placing a hand on his thigh. He looks over at her, shaking his head and starts the engine. 

"Girl, I am horny as fuck right now, but I can't do what I want to do to you in this truck...." 

He groans and let's his tongue poke out between his teeth, chuckling and adjusting himself before pulling away. 

"....Let's get the fuck outta here." 

She edges in closer to him.

"I may have a few ideas of my own" she smiles, squeezing his thigh "but..I want you to tell me.Tell me what you want to do with me." She smirks

Glancing down at her hand he looks over her body before grinning and turning his attention back to the road. 

"You're all bloody and dirty.....he growls "so, I'm gonna start by ripping off those clothes"

"I like bloody and dirty." She purrs looking up at him her eyes darkening, her hand wandering further up his thigh 

"Not gonna lie princess, watching you tonight, seeing you shut that shit down...badass....and this..." glances at her and gestures to her blood soaked clothing, then back at the road "...... it is hot as fuck. I am getting hard just looking at you, but....I need to get you home..... I'm gonna need to soap you up in a nice hot shower for all the kissing and licking and biting that I'm fucking thinking about.., and then... im gonna bend you over...." he pauses, waiting for her reaction

" mhm, and then.." she shifts in her seat, pressing her thighs together tracing her finger over the swelling under his jeans

"..and then..." his eyes firmly focused on the road, a smile on his lips

" ...then princess, I'm gonna fuck you deep and hard, make you cum over and over until you're begging for me to stop, but I wont..." 

He raises his eyebrows and licks his bottom lip before continuing

"...I wont stop, and I'm gonna keep fucking you all night until you can't take no more.... How's that sound princess?" He grins to himself

She squirms in her chair.

"That sounds fucking great, there's just one problem." 

"What's that?" he chuckles. 

"I cant wait. I want you right now." She rubs her hand over his length "Also, if you insist on calling me Princess, I'll start behaving like one"

"Is that so? Well you are going to have to learn a little patience....Princess" 

She palms his growing erection, leans into his ear.

"I can't. I need you. I need this cock right now."

 "Fuck, Princess. I need to fuckin concentrate on driving, you gonna get us killed," He flashes her a grin "So impatient, you dirty fuckin girl."  

"I like you bloody and dirty. I want to sit in your lap and ride that big cock" She squeezes him 

"Ana. For fucks sake" he grips the steering wheel. 

"I can't help it. This is what you do to me. I'm your needy little princess." she teases, rubbing him more firmly "Im not gonna stop until I get what I want, you know that right. I wont stop. I'll keep teasing until you can't take no more" she grips his cock through his jeans "I want you to fuck me now." She pouts "Please fuck me. We can carry on when we get home." She smiles and starts to unbuckle his belt. 

"Princess, stop" he warns with a shake of his head

"Make me" she teases and bites at his ear lobe. 

"Jesus fuckin fuck. You're fuckin insane." He pulls over chuckling and turns off the engine "Luckily for you I'm in a great mood."

He grabs her onto his lap playfully spanking her hard. 

"Princess, you are so spoilt... I fuckin spoil you.... C'mere you spoilt brat" she giggles and pretends to struggle

"Ow...ooh...wait my knife...its sticking...let me just..." he rolls his eyes as she unstraps the holster and tosses it to the passenger seat. They shuffle and bump in the confined space

"Fuck! This won't do. I need this seat back" he reaches around the seat and attempts to move it "Fuck it doesn't.... what the fuck? These trucks are really not built with a quick fuck on the way home in mind" he laughs

"Stop fucking around and fuck me already" she grins unfastening her jeans 

"Wait.......I can't fuckin move" he chuckles as she tries to straddle him 

"Shit! Fuck! Ow! The steering wheel's sticking in my back" she moves awkwardly onto him and rocks on his lap "Ow, you're so hard. Wait, is that a gun in your pocket?" she jokes

"It actually fucking is" he laughs. He removes it and places it on the seat. 

Opening his jeans she slides her hand in, he attempts to get in hers, shaking his head with a smile 

"I can't get in, can you just lift your ass." 

She lifts herself up accidentally pressing the horn.

"Fuck!" they both laugh. "This is a fuckin disaster. You sure you dont just want to go home and fuck where it's comfortable." He tugs at her jeans "Nope. I can't. Just move your leg that way a bit." 

"This isn't going quite the way I imagined" she laughs. Nuzzling into his neck she settles across his lap. "Seems a shame to waste this" she runs a finger down his length. "How about I just wank you off?" She strokes the tip 

"Wank me off?" He cracks out laughing "Did you just fucking say that?"

"Yeah, you know" she chuckles "the ole five knuckle shuffle"

"Wow....Fucks sake" he laughs rubbing his head "We are something else. Yeah, why not? Go for it, princess, Five knuckle shuffle it is" he chuckles as he relaxes back into his seat, and closes his eyes as she wraps her hand around him.

"If you like I could suck it for you too" she smiles

"Yes, I would fucking love that" he grins, his eyes still shut. He moves his hips a little as she strokes him

"Yeah, that's it." He bites his lip " I want to feel your lips on me princess, feel my cock sliding into your mouth" 

" um...yeah... not to spoil the mood but we're being watched" 

"I don't give a fuck" he groans "I'm talking dirty to you here, no distractions please" he smiles, his eyes still closed. "Continue...don't fuckin stop" 

She stops. He grumbles and opens his eyes to see a walker clawing at the drivers window.

"Oh" His eyes grow wide, his eyebrows raised as he looks out the window. 

"Fuck him, he can watch if he wants" he chuckles dismissively before settling back into his seat. "Now were we? Oh yeah, you were wanking me off and just about to suck my dick" he laughs.

Adjusting her position she pulls up his shirt kissing at his chest, trailing her lips over his stomach, lowering herself slowly. She licks at his tip, circling with her tongue, taking him slowly in her mouth. Theres a sudden bang at the window. She jolts up, hitting the horn again. 

"Fucks sake" 

More oglers have gathered outside the truck and there's movement in the trees.

"Oh crap" he sighs begrudgingly. "Ok. That's it. I'm calling it. Told ya we shoulda gone straight home" 

He laughs, lifting her off his lap and back onto her seat, and tucks himself away. 

"To be continued" he chuckles starting up the vehicle "Let's get the fuck outta here. Seatbelt on princess. Safety first"  

He smiles warmly at her before pulling back out onto the road and heading back to the Sanctuary. 

 MASTERLIST

@chloejanedecker1 @negan-love @bychrissi @nayghtynegan

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You Are My Brother - Revenge of the Sith Alternative Ending Fanfic (Obi Wan and Anakin)

I wrote this on a whim, based off of the head canon where Obi Wan spared Anakin’s life instead of killing him. This is purely fanfiction and a completely different approach to the fight on Mustafar, so I hope you guys enjoy it! I was actually surprised by the amount of people that wanted me to post this. I hope it’s what you all had in mind :)

Warnings: Angst

Words: 1.8k

Plot: Anakin still has the choice to come back to the Light. With the help of Qui Gon Jin, Obi Wan has the strength to talk through with Anakin in hopes to bring him back. I’ll write a part 2 and maybe turn this into a miniseries if people really enjoy it :)

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The loud, bubbling and scorching lava roared around Obi Wan and Anakin Skywalker as they fought on the volcanic land of Mustafar. Master and fallen padawan, the two fought for different sides: Obi Wan, the Jedi; and Anakin, the Sith.

In Obi Wan’s mind, Anakin had fully converted to the Dark Side. But what he had not realized was that Anakin’s transformation was only beginning. He had not seen the breakdown Anakin had upon arriving to Mustafar, the severity of his murderous actions tearing him apart internally.

If Anakin could change back time and revert every murderous dead he had done, he would’ve done it in a heartbeat. But as Anakin fought for his life and for Padme’s, Obi Wan thought he was gone for good.

After a lengthy duel, the two stood still as Obi Wan twirled his saber, gripping it tightly, “I have failed you, Anakin,” he spoke darkly, disheartened by his own words, “I failed you.”

“I should have known the Jedi were plotting to take over,” Anakin began, holding his lightsaber the same. Obi Wan was taken back by his words, “Anakin, Chancellor Palpatine is evil!”

“From my point of view, the Jedi are evil!” Anakin snapped back, glaring at him.

Obi Wan fell silent - the anger in his heart was threatening to boil over, to snap at him that he was truly lost - but the part in his heart that learned to forgive others, to help bring them to light spoke otherwise. In the back of his mind, he called upon his old Master for help. And, even though not even a second had passed, he felt him answer, “He is not lost.”

Obi Wan wavered, loosening his grip just slightly, “I can help you, Anakin. Prove to you that Palpatine truly is just using you!”

“A true Jedi would’ve struck his saber at me,” Anakin ignored his comment, “in an act of justice. So why haven’t you?”

“Because Qui Gon wouldn’t’ve,” Obi Wan replied simply. “Qui Gon believed in you and he knew that there was not a shred of darkness in you. You were led astray, Anakin. Let me save you. What did Palpatine promise that the Jedi could not fulfill?”

Anakin stopped short at the mention of his first Master, the one who did everything to make sure he was trained in the ways of the Jedi. Anakin’s gaze flicked from Obi Wan to behind them, noticing the lava fall growing closer by the second. Anakin turned his saber off, and nodded toward the rocky edge next to them, “As much as I’d hate to cut this short, we’ll both be melted if we don’t jump now.”

Obi Wan smiled very faintly at the out of place humor from Anakin, a small ray of hope that his brother was still in there.

He, too, shut his saber off and jumped with Anakin to the volcanic rocky landing, keeping a close distance from his old padawan just in case.

Anakin remained silent, dealing with such turmoil that he was afraid to answer. “He promised me a power,” he mumbled, “to save lives.”

“Who’s life would need to be saved? Anakin, death is a natural part of life, especially in war which we are still in!” Obi Wan replied, confused.

“Padme,” Anakin said simply, his voice cracked and broken as tears flooded his eyes. Then, it all made sense.

Though Obi Wan wasn’t specifically told by either of them, it made perfect sense now. Padme was pregnant, and she - to his knowledge - was not married. But seeing the hurt in Anakin’s eyes and the pain in his voice, he connected the dots.

Anakin and Padme were together - and she was pregnant with his child. Once again, Obi Wan felt his trust in Anakin shatter more knowing he broke the Jedi code again. But this was Anakin - the moody teenager who never followed rules no matter how dire they may have been. How could he not have known this earlier?

“Padme isn’t going to-“

“I was having dreams. Her screaming, crying for my help in labor,” Anakin started to shake softly, letting small sobs escape, “I can’t... I cant live without her. He promised - he promised...” Anakin looked down, his legs failing him as he had to stand on one knee, “he promised me a power. To save lives. This,” Anakin motioned to Mustafar, “all the bloodshed... all the horrible crimes i’ve committed... are all for her. So she can live to see another day. So that our child can live with both their parents. So that Padme can get the life she deserves.”

Anakin had just revealed his biggest secret, yet he did not care. His mind and heart was being ripped apart from the inside - one side the light, and the other the dark, both vying for his attention and full commitment at once. It was worse than any pain he had felt in a long, long time.

“I love her, Obi Wan. That’s why I’m willing to turn to the Dark to save her life.” Anakin looked down, crying freely now, “I don’t know what to do. I’m so conflicted.” Anakin looked up at him slowly, shaking softly as tears ran down his cheeks, his eyes a dark, dull blue, “Help me, my Master.”

Obi Wan stood looking down at his friend. His fist tightened, clenching his jaw. Could he forgive Anakin for all he did? For destroying the Order, and killing the younglings, and possibly more deaths he wasn’t aware of?

Without even knowing, Obi Wan out-stretched his hand towards Anakin, and he moved back in shock. Anakin looked at his hand as his eyes flickered from the rocky ground to his hand, almost in disbelief.

Obi Wan hadn’t moved his hand. Someone made him. Quickly, he glanced to the right of him and noticed a blue figure watching over them. Qui Gon Jin was watching them, and he nodded lowly, smiling very faintly.

He heard his voice as clearly as he saw Anakin, and he spoke certainly, “There is much conflict, but a strong will for good within him.”

Obi Wan glanced back to Anakin, and when Anakin had turned to the right to see what he was looking at, he saw nothing. Instead, his eyes widened when he felt Obi Wan’s hand on his shoulder.

Anakin looked up at him and he shifted his eyes to the floor in shame, “I don’t know who I am anymore, Master.”

“You are the boy that won the pod race,” Obi spoke softly, crouching down, “You are the boy that Qui Gon trusted more so than he did me.” Anakin’s lip quivered at the mention of him, “I failed both of you.”

“No, Anakin,” Obi Wan rose, “You failed yourself. You still have a choice.”

“But Padme-“

“-is fine,” Obi Wan sighed, “As soon as I found out, I brought her to a hospital to make sure she was in good health. And she is.”

Anakin opened his mouth to speak and Obi San rose his had to silence him, “and before you ask, I cleared her mind right after so the nurse had no recollection that the senator is pregnant.”

Anakin looked down and sighed, “I will never be a Jedi again, Master. I will never be a Sith...” he paused, “I’m no longer welcome within the Force. Where else can I go? I belong nowhere. I might as well die here.”

“Don’t say such things,” Obi Wan snapped, and Anakin looked up at him in confusion. “The Jedi are broken. Right now, no one is welcome as a Jedi until the Counsel can be restored. And clearly, you are not apart of the Dark side, so you are not a Sith. You are Anakin Skywalker. You are to bring balance to the Force.”

“I can’t be the Chosen One,” Anakin hung his head down low, “the Chosen One wouldn’t’ve failed like I have.”

“You’re human, Anakin. You make the choice. I can only hope to persuade your conscious towards the right decision. But as you told me earlier... in your point of view, the Jedi are evil.”

Anakin stayed silent, and after a moment finally spoke, “They are not. I’m the evil one, not them.”

Obi Wan unhooked his lightsaber and set it down at his feet, “Rise, young one.”

Anakin noticed and set his down, too, standing up slowly, not having the courage to look him in the eye.

“You, young Skywalker, are not evil. You are easily influenced. You were influenced by Palpatine. He is the evil one here, not you, Ani.” Obi Wan rest his hands on his shoulders, his lips pursed. “You can still make the choice.”

Anakin looked down and broke again, a loud sob making his body shake softly, “How can I go back to the Light after everything I’ve done?”

“It won’t be easy, Anakin. But I will be right beside you helping you through it, alongside Padme.”

“Are you mad, Master?” Anakin asked weakly, still looking down.

“Thats very vague, Anakin,” he scoffed. “At?”

“The fact I married Padme in secret?”

Obi Wan smirked, “Now, I only knew you got her pregnant. I did not know you were married.”

Anakin’s face paled and he was glad he couldn’t see the nervousness in his eyes. “Look at me.”

Anakin looked up at him very cautiously, “I am not mad. I am disappointed, but not mad. I cant say I’m surprised, either. I had it in the back of my mind that you two would at least try and date, I just hadn’t expected... this.”

Anakin nodded lowly, letting out a heavy sigh, “I can’t live without her, Master. I have no will to live without her. I love her.”

Obi Wan pulled him into a hug unexpectedly. A hug between the pair was rare - especially as they grew older. But both of them knew that they were brothers deep down - and this simple gesture helped seal Anakin’s fate.

He knew his true story lied within the Jedi Order. With Obi Wan, and with Padme. And now, his child.

“You are my brother, Anakin,” Obi Wan closed his eyes as he clung to him, tears falling down his cheeks slowly, “I love you.”

Anakin was stunned. In all the years he had known Obi Wan, he had never, ever said that to him. No matter how much they fought, and how often Anakin disobeyed him, he truly loved him. He had just never said it, and nor had he.

“And I love you, my Master,” Anakin spoke softly, as if he couldn’t believe what he was saying. He hugged him tightly and for once, for that small moment, everything felt okay again.

Anakin was brought back to the light. All because Obi Wan gave him a chance to explain himself. Because of Obi Wan, Darth Vader was killed before he overthrew Anakin’s heart.

[strongsassysexysloane]

You and Me - continued

Please see my page for previously on You and Me :)

. . . . 

"You're incredible." You roll over onto your stomach and look over at Jack lying on her back, catching her breath. "I'm not one for white sheets but you, against them, couldn't be more gorgeous."

"You keep this up and we'll go another round." She laughs, her cheeks flushed and she runs the back of her fingers over your cheek.

"As much as I want to, it's almost 0200 and if I'm not at least a little rested tomorrow Gibbs will shoot us both." You laugh at Jack's shocked face. "Yeah, he may have said something after you texted me at the office. Maybe next time you send me a half nude text. Warn a girl first."

"That's half the fun." Jack leans up and captures your lips. "Don't worry I-" She laughs as you capture her lips.

"I REALLY dont want to know how far or what you two did." You crawl up her bed, the clean, white sheets sliding against your skin and place a kiss on the tip of her shoulder. "We really should get some sleep." Jack nods and you place a kiss on her lips before snuggling into her side, you favourite spot to fall alseep.

"Goodnight baby." Jack whispers in your hair and you kiss the side of her neck.

"When the case is over, I'm taking you out on a date." Jack just pulls you tighter and you both drift off to sleep.

. . . .

You hop out of the elevator with five minutes to spare. You smile at your team mates who have questions plastered on their faces and Gibbs just nods.

"What, she was allowed to come in late?" Nick grumbles.

"Not late Nick, 0900 is the time we do technically start work on a weekend." Jack appears next to Nick's desk and you just snort a laugh when Nick jumps. "Coffee for you." Jack passes you back a coffee and you smile a thanks.

"Got something for us Jack?" Gibbs raises an eyebrow.

"No, just got in. I'll look over the files again and see what I can come up with." Jack looks back down at you and you just nod and she leaves.

"What was that?" Nick looks over at you.

"Time for us to get back to work?" You wink at Nick as Gibbs grunts and the team get on with their day.

The case finds a new lead and they all jump at the chance. It isn't long before there's a break through and Jack comes in to do an interrogation with you. You work in complete unison, knowing exactly where the other is going. Soon cracking the dirtbag and you high five outside of the interrogation room as Gibbs just shakes his head at you both and Nick is even more curious.

"No?" Nick looks back and forth between you. "But-?"

You shrug with a smirk and walk past Nick but not before looking back over at Jack.

"She's like ten years younger than you." Nick knew it was a stupid thing to say.

"(insert your age gap) to be exact." Jack wiggles her eyebrows up and down and laughs at Nicks goofy shocked yet impressed expression.

Back in the bullpen everyone is completing their reports. No one has spoken since the interrogation which you know at least Nick and Gibbs were in which means Ellie knows something.

"So when-" Nick was cut off from Gibbs coughing.

"Not that it's any of your business but -" You get a severe glare from Gibbs which stops you and you see a flash of something other than frustration. Maybe jealousy, no. No, no, no.

There's quiet for the rest of the afternoon until Gibbs leaves probably for coffee and all eyes turn on you. "No." You get up and race up to Jack's office before Gibbs gets back.

"Come in." You open the door after knocking, playing it safe. Gibbs could have somehow made it to Jack's office some other way. "Oh hey Agent." She winks at you and you just shake your head, slipping into the seat across from her desk. "What's up? Isn't the case finished, we got the guy and you look concerned about something.."

"Gibbs gave me a weird look."

"How so?" Now Jack looked concerned. Maybe whatever was between them wasn't so cut off as she made it out to be.

"Nick kept bugging me about our situation." Jack laughed at that. To be clear, your thing wasn't so defined. Until right now you hadn't thought about it. "Gibbs got or was frustrated but something else was there."

"Youre probably reading too much into his look, he really only has like four emotions. But it's possible he may not like his team talking about love life while they're meant to be working." She winks trying to lift the mood and distract you. She may be cute but it didn't work.

"Mhm." You get up from your seat and walk around Jack's desk to sit on it beside her. She leans back and places her hand on your thigh. "Carefule Agent Sloane. I didn't lock the door." She smirks at your comment and still glides her hand up your thigh.

"I'm guessing this is you asking what happened between us before you entered my life even though you have said repeatedly not to." She raised an eyebrow and you nod.

"Without any details because I know you've mentioned the bare minimum to Gibbs about us." Jack nods.

Jack thinks for a moment which unsettles you a bit. "We got close, with mutual tradegies and shared military history. We are still close friends. We shared many close moments, but nothing ever crossed any major lines. Things started to fade for me. He couldn't commit to anything. He's going through a lot over the past few years and I'll always be there for him as a friend." She squeezes your thigh and you place your hand over hers.

"Ok, does he know that its over, whatever it was?" You try to be serious but your mouth twitches up into a half smile, Jack brings it out in you.

"Oh, he does." You freeze and Jack looks around you to see Gibbs standing just inside her office and clicks the door shut.

"Breath babe." Jack looks back at you and she interlaces your fingers but all you can see if you job going out the window. You can;t be the middle person, not with Gibbs. He's the best of the best and you don't want to find another job.

"It's fine." You can feel him walk closer but you don't turn.

"Ok, now I feel he knows more than you let me believe!" You raise your tone but there's laughter behind it. This situation is so absurd.

"I didn't say anything more than what he wanted to know about his friends and agents." She smirks.

"Coffee and I'm gone." He places two cups of coffee on the front of Jack's desk. You turn around and notice theres a cup for you. "Elsa says Hi." You face palm which causes Gibbs and Jack to chuckle.

"No, no unison laughing at my expense." You grab the coffee and take a sip. "I do love coffee though."

"That's all the thanks I'll get. You almost done your reports?" You roll your eyes so only Jack can see but you're sure Gibbs saw through the back of your head. "On it boss." You slide of Jack's desk, she quickly catches your hand and squeezes it before you leave them alone.

"You good?" Jack asks Gibbs.

"I am if you two can keep this out of the office?" He stares her down, knowing she wont give in.

"Excuse me?" She places two hands on her desk and begins to rise.

"Keep it from distracting us at work. Does Vance know?" He raises a brow and walks out.

It probably needed to be put past HR but again. What exactly was this, a fling? Something more?

. . . . 

It’s been a while I know. I was bogged down with life, school and the new episode. Oh. My. God. Thank you to the writers who thought yes, we will do a Valentines episode. So many great moments! Thoroughly enjoyed all the of Sloane scenes. 

And now its a week closer to Paleyfest LA. Cant wait!!

[lovelyparkers]

hard as nails (1)

hi hi 50k special!! this is gonna be either two or three parts and it's a lot different from what i've written before but i think y'all are gonna like this anyways so... i hope y'all do enjoy this

summary: being a teenage vigilante can be fun, especially when you're on the bad side and spider-man is your nemesis. 2k words

warnings: swearing, reader is a saucy and spicy little villain, peter is a blushing mess sometimes, angst, fight scenes!! violence!

you never expected to get in the way of queens well renowned hero—spider-man. that is until you had to relocate to queens from the bronx. it was...definitely a change from all aspects. your dad moved out with you, wanting a better place to go to school for you, since you had been leaving home very often for...you know, villainous duties. yet you were an extraordinary student, which led to you being enrolled in midtown school of science and technology. as well as having to scope out queens at night and having several run ins with the spider-man.

the worst part, you know you went to school with the masked hero because you frequently saw him entering the roof of the school in his suit. now you, you were way more careful and you worked alone, besides for a woman in her 30's who had taken you under her wing, trained you, and demanded you commit crimes for her and for yourself. she was the base operation and you did everything she asked, even when you moved, she moved. you were like her little goon. you excelled in combat and had unusually incredible strength due to being caught up between some dangerous radioactive weaponry in your sophomore year back in the bronx. you began junior year at midtown in queens, you made some friends, but knew to keep your distance. spider-man had become your main and pretty much only focus since you arrived. you know what they say, keep your friends close but your enemies closer.

you didn't want to hurt or kill spider-man, you just wanted to make his life absolutely miserable. that's how you worked, manipulate and mess with, not murder. you stole pretty much anything you could get your hands on because well, you were broke. you beat people up, robbed stores, manipulated civilians, and threatened people. yeah. your dad could barely afford meals for you both and lived in a very rusty apartment. but hey that's life and you were making it through. well, illegally. you told your dad you got a job at night in queens when you began showing up with money and clothes and food and god knows what else. it was a perfect alibi for a father who really didn't even give a shit.

and this spider-man, oh this lovely beautiful boy, was getting in your way. you were just trying to survive right? that and doing things for this mystery woman. and gosh did you want to find out who was behind the mask. it was obviously a boy your age. every night you tried to find him, meet up with him, talk and find out about him and of course, fight each other. he never hurt you though and you knew he had a soft spot for you. maybe it was your flirty nature.

and now you were on a rooftop at midnight, sitting with your nemesis.

"violet," spider-man called out, "nice to see you again."

your 'villain' name was violet because of the violet mask you bought from party city awhile ago. it was...fitting. and a pretty name that sounded so good coming from his mouth. you may have had a little tiny teeny crush on him. he looked fantastic in that suit and imagined what was underneath. little did you know he did the same about you. black leather pants and a black and violet zip up top matching your mask.

"hey spidey! catch any criminals tonight?" you asked.

"mmm none yet because you're out here."

"awe baby am i distracting you?" you walked over to him, close enough for him to rip off your mask.

"kinda," he replied, masked eyes slanting down.

"well tell me about yourself before you get in my pants. who is spider-man."

"wouldn't you like to know. is violet your real name?"

you scoffed, "do you think i'm dumb?"

"no i just- no."

you took your hand bringing it up to lay on his shoulder and slowly and teasingly dragged it over his abs.

"you're really ripped babe."

"don't babe me, you know i can take you."

"oh so you think you can take me? what about that one time i had you pinned down outside your school."

"how do you know i go to midtown," he asked in a panic.

"i knew it! so you do go there! i've seen you entering through the roof. watch yourself."

he grabbed your hand, locking it with his own. he stared at your signature red nail polish which made his head run wild.

"i've got you now. you watch yourself."

you twisted your wrist and swept a leg under his causing him to fall, but he caught you and brought you down with him. you fell on top of him with a groan.

"damn spidey. getting right into it are we?"

"shut up," he said and rolled over so he now had you pinned down on the roof.

he twisted his head at you, eyes focused on your face and you neatly done hair in two dutch braids. you noticed his distracted state and smirked pushing him over so now you straddled his waist and pinned his arms to the roof. just like before.

"still distracted i see?"

"well i cant help it sometimes. even though i'm supposed to hate you."

"awe spidey. you're so sweet. but you know i'm not gonna let you go."

you leaned down into him to whisper in his ear, "you're too pretty underneath me."

he strained his neck back, melting because of you, "stop," he demanded.

"no," you said jokingly then pressed a kiss on the cheek of his mask. you didn't know it but the boy was blushing underneath. you got up and let him get up to follow you. you walked to the other side of the roof, showing off your hips.

"don't get into any trouble tonight, whatever your name really is."

"sure thing babe."

he jumped off the roof backwards, watching you then swinging away.

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you arrived to school the next day with a little more intuition about the masked hero. his voice was distinct. it was higher than most boys, and you doubted he used a voice changer because it would have that staticky feedback. and you swore you had heard that voice somewhere, but you couldn't put your finger on it.

"hey y/n," peter parker, you chem lab partner said smiling and sitting down next to you.

you hesitated, "hi...peter."

you gave you a confused smile and opened his books.

you think you have your guy. huh. easy as that. you tapped your red nails on the desk.

you scribbled up a note to spider-man and well, peter. after lab and working closer with peter, you realized his demeanour and actions were very similar to spidey, further proving your hypothesis. you followed him to his locker, close behind him, and waited by a water fountain till he left his locker, then slipped the note in.

at the end of the day peter headed to his locker, opening it when a note fell out. he picked it up and looked around the hall. the note read:

hi spidey. i know it's you. and gosh it's about time. meet me on top of the tall apartment complex on grand central parkway tonight at 9. thanks petey xoxo, violet

it was written in purple ink and adorned with a red heart next to your name. oh shit. he was fucked.

when peter got home he was panicking. this villain went to school with him. a literal manipulative villain. and you were his age! he wondered if he knew you. you obviously knew him.

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peter showed up to the spot at exactly 9 pm to find you in your suit. upon his impact, you jumped up, running to greet him.

"oh peter! you made it. i'm so glad because i—"

he grabbed both of your wrists tightly and put his face in yours, "how? how did you find out."

you gulped, "you're not a very careful person peter."

he ripped off his mask, there was no point.

"look at me," he demanded and you gladly did. you bit your lip at the sight of his messy brown locks and stern brown eyes. was he always this hot when he was angry?

"you can't tell anyone. and i know that won't stop you, but guess what? every time we hang out and fight and you flirt or whatever, i could easily rip off that mask, what, is it from the dollar store? or—"

"party city," you cut him off.

"stop! listen to me! i could've easily ripped off your mask at any time. but i don't. i never do. you know why? because you're different. your funny and you don't actually hurt me but i have to stop you because you hurt others. and-and you're so cool but you're a villain. and you're really pretty even though i can barely see your face and...yeah. now that i know you go to my school, i know you're someone like me. you're just a troubled kid who got caught up in the wrong crowd. but you're the bad one. and i'm sorry and i like spending time with you but you can't do this to me."

you gulped again, looking down at your feet. you could tell he meant what he said. and like you had always promised, you never wanted to deliberately hurt spider-man. or peter.

"i-i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have—i'm sorry."

"it's okay, just promise me you won't tell."

you reached your hand up to touch his cheek, red nails stroking his skin, "i promise."

"thank you."

"i should go. i'm sorry peter."

you hopped off the roof and he watched you leave. you had to go meet up with your head lady who was named daria. she told you to expose spider-man and get him off your radar, but you made a promise and now you were kinda scared.

"so, did you find him?" daria asked.

you hesitated, "no, not exactly."

she walked over to you and slapped you across the face.

"i'm disappointed in you. you find him or else i cant deal with you anymore."

you just stood there.

"say something!"

"i cant find him," you lied, "it's impossible."

"you're lying. i know you are boyfriend girlfriend with him. it's all over the news. you get him tomorrow night. nothing more."

"yes daria."

you left her shady apartment and headed straight home, done for the night. she genuinely scared you and you were worried she was going to kill you if you didn't turn peter in. but you couldn't do that to him? could you?

the next morning during chem lab you were late. you joined peter at your table. you had a wicked purple and yellow bruise on your face, which peter took notice of. it was from daria.

"y/n oh my god, are you okay?" he asked pointing to your face.

"'m fine," you replied covering the bruise with your hand. peter watched your fingers cover the bruise. your painted, red, fingernails.

[mychemicalficrecs]

lookin for any ship (no w*ycest oh god) but for it to be a historic / not modern au! ive read quite a few of the popular ferard ones, but I cant find them anymore so feel free to include those. longer ones would be preferable, and i dont mind if they include other things like vampires or like.. pirates or somethin. thank u so much!!!!

Hi Nonny!

First things first: This is a blog for all ships. I'll answer your ask this time, but from now on asks that hate on a ship will be deleted. It's perfectly fine to dislike a ship and want it excluded from a list you're requesting, but you can be neutral about it.

With that out of the way: This Frank/Gerard Historical AUs list might be interesting to you as well!

Historical AUs (Misc. Ship Edition)

Bury Me In Memory by Acadjonne, Ray/Gerard, 27k, Teen And Up Audiences. Since losing his wife, Ray has done everything he could to raise his daughter Grace on his own. His brother-in-law Gideon, however, somehow always finds ways to complain about Ray and his parenting abilities. Despite this, Ray is determined not to let Gideon get the best of him. A chance meeting with author Gerard Way may change things, however, as the two soon begin to develop an attachment to each other, though neither does anything about it. Gerard is too preoccupied with making a grand statement about it, and Ray is too afraid of how it might affect Grace if Gideon were ever to find out. One misplaced paper, however, may be the unraveling of an important and well kept secret; one which could bring Ray’s entire life crashing down around him.

If I Fall by GALEXY, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Jamia, Lindsey/Gerard, Christa/Ray, Kristin/Mikey, 25k, Mature. “Jersey boys, huh?” The officer looked the five of them over before jerking his chin towards a table near the entry way. “Go on.” As they walked away, the blonde one—they later came to know him as Bob—sighed and muttered “I’m from Chicago” under his breath.

Gunpowder and Lead by prophetic, Frank/Gerard, Lindsey/Frank/Gerard, 53k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank and Gerard made it through their first cattle drive together, but now Frank is gone and Gerard doesn’t know what to do. His gut tells him Frank’s disappearance has something to do with the preacher man. Turns out, Lindsey is looking for the preacher man too, but she won’t say why. Gerard has reasons enough to hate the man, but Lindsey has more—reasons that stretch back into her family, her childhood, and what brought her out west in the first place. She wants what he owes her—she wants revenge. American Western, set in the 1880s.

In Firmer Chains, Our Hearts Confine by doctorkilljoy, Grant/Gerard, 37k, Explicit. Former musical composer and current writer Gerard Way is a sensation of the musical and literary scenes of 1800s London. But after struggling for ages with his new book, he’s close to giving up. Until he receives an offer from Grant Morrison himself; to go to his manor in Scotland and work on his novel in peace. Gerard seizes upon the chance immediately. Grant, however, has a dark secret he’s desperately trying to keep hidden. And Gerard has a few of his own.

GHOST OF YOU by wentz, Mikey/Pete, 13k, Mature. he spends a lot of time thinking about gaps... gaps in time, gaps in space. the gap between the hem of mikey’s t-shirt and the waistband of his pants when he stretches his arms over his head. gaps in teeth, gaps in narratives. gaps of silence between gunshots. mostly he thinks about the wide, wide gap of the atlantic ocean and the war waiting on the other side.

Lead Me Home by wordslinging, Frank/Gerard, Grant/Gerard, Frank/Grant/Gerard, 34k, Explicit. When Grant finds an unconscious young man on the edge of his country estate, he takes him in and nurses him through the fever that develops, only to find when the fever breaks that his guest has completely lost his memories. With only a first name--Gerard--and evidence that he's escaped from some sort of danger, Grant and Gerard begin a search for his identity, all the while finding themselves drawn closer to each other. When they make contact with Gerard's family--including his father's ward, a young man named Frank--their situation becomes even more complicated.

amnesiaverse by fleurdeliser, tuesdaysgone, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Grant, Frank/Grant/Gerard, 45k, Explicit. Written for prompt number five of the yobrothatssick challenge: One foggy, wet afternoon, a mysterious young man collapses on the doorstep of Lord Morrison's manor. He does not remember his name or how he came to be there, but he does not seem that unfamiliar to Gerard, Lord Morrison's ward...

Below the Trees, Which Are Below the Stars by alpheratz, Frank/Mikey, Ray/Gerard, 38k, Explicit. In the mid-1920s, Gerard and Mikey moved to France - Gerard to pursue art, Mikey because he couldn't stay behind. Now, it's 1930, and Mikey's become an airmail pilot, flying the mail route to Dakar with his navigator Frank. For a long time, the only rough thing about Mikey's life was the strain on his and Gerard's soulbond when Mikey was away, but his growing feelings for Frank and the arrival of Frank's old friend Ray could change everything.

1930s Dragverse by wordslinging, Frank/Gerard, Grant/Gerard, 45k, Mature. It's the last year of Prohibition, and bootlegger Frank Iero wants to sever his ties to the world of organized crime and go straight, but his mob connections have other plans for him. No one would like to see Frank get away from the mob more than Gerard, but he's got problems of his own--like the fact that he's a cross-dressing cabaret singer constantly struggling to keep his true identity secret from those who can't be trusted. With the help of a devoted brother, a detective who just might be as trustworthy as he claims, and a wealthy, eccentric Scotsman who features prominently in Gerard's past, Frank and Gerard just might be able to get out and start a new life together, but it's not going to be easy. A tale of gangsters, garter belts, love (hopefully) overcoming all obstacles, and a whole lot of coffee.

in sickness and in health by mwestbelle, Bob/Jamia, Bob/Frank/Jamia, Frank/Jamia, 16k, Explicit. WWII AU in which Bob married his fallen comrade's wife out of duty, but Frank is not so fallen.

Fic: The End of the Beginning (PG-13) by tuesdaysgone, Lindsey/Gerard, Bob/Gerard, Lindsey/Alicia, Lindsey/Bob, Lindsey/Bob/Gerard, Alicia/Gerard, 15k, Teen And Up Audiences. Prompt #413 - post WWII fic where MCR are returned to the US in varying states of physical/mental hurt. Gee has his wife to go back to, but also has to face Alicia, and while he's managed to come to terms with Mikey's death with the help of his unit, he feels pretty guilty for letting Alicia's husband die. Lyn and Alica are strong women in the workforce (overalls and mechanics!). They all deal with their pain and trauma together. A billion bonus points if MCR made pacts to *look after* their wives if something happened to them, and Alicia refuses to be a charity case, and it all turns into 50s secret swinging GSF.

Fic: These Elegant Crimes (R) by tuesdaysgone, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Greta Salpeter, Frank/Greta Salpeter/Gerard, 33k, Mature. Gerard Way inherits a title and a seat in the House of Lords and decides to Save Lives Through Legislation. He also paints portraits, collects strays, and occasionally commits felonies in his spare time. A Victorian AU.

Undertow by silentdescant, Frank/Jamia, Lindsey/Gerard, 35k, Mature. Frank lost his ship, his crew, and his best friend in one violent storm. When he washes up on an island, he has to learn how start living again. Time passes, and he thinks he's settled down and moved on, but then he rescues a woman from the sea and in caring for her, realizes he hasn't fully recovered from his own shipwreck. Frank quickly comes to depend on her and though he starts to live again, he doesn't want to live without her. Vaguely-historical AU.

A Gentleman's Agreement by mahoni (orphan_account), Bob/Brian and other band ships, 56k, Explicit. Brian buys and sells unicorns and bicorns for the titled and wealthy. When Bob's stepfather defaults on a debt he owes Brian, he uses Bob as barter to pay the debt off. Brian and Bob agree that their arrangement will be a marriage on paper only, that Bob will run Brian's stables and the relationship will remain strictly professional. But despite Bob's trust issues and Brian's propensity for drinking a lot instead of dealing with how he feels, their mutual affection for Brian's horses breaks down the walls between them. With a little help from Brian's friends and his possessed house, they begin to fall in love.

[fortunei]

chaotic good apartment AU snippets 03-1

This acts like a prologue for everything. Divided into parts.

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Lysithea did not expect for a saloon-slash-beautician chain have a big office complex like this.

It is almost like a prestigious apartment city located at the center of the city, something she couldn’t believe while she is the one who profiled and sought for the information by her boss’ order.

Adrestia Company is not one with the cosmetic business, but Edelgard was particular about this establishment since the chain is quite popular at the stock market. Lysithea had a time to collect information for a week, and she didn’t expect a mere secretary who’s usually staying behind the table, is now following Edelgard and her personal assistant Hubert to get to know the business closer.

“Are you nervous?”

Edelgard suddenly asked. Lysithea’s hands were tight on the board and papers by her lap, her eyes fixated at the passing entrance box. Hubert handed his identification by the security, waited until the process is done. It felt surreal to her now as she took in the fact that she is sitting beside her boss in the company’s car - for the longest she could remember.

“Maybe.” Lysithea’s answer was indefinite. “I watched a few of Claude’s interview; he is a bit too laid-back to own such super block like this.”

“So your profiling could be a bit far off the mark,” Edelgard wasn’t judging, rather she is smirking.

After Lysithea told about the business owner Claude and his possible glamorous life, Edelgard dressed semi-formally. Leaving away her usual tight suit, she kept her white dress shirt and cravat, she sported a raven-colored blazer, hanging loose around her shoulders to match her black pants. Her favorite pair of white gloves never escape from the list, formal or non-formal.

“You can tell that I was unprepared when you suddenly told me to come with you,” Lysithea spared a scoff, even Hubert responded with his grim laughter as he viewed on the viewfinder after seeing unaffected smile of Edelgard. “How can you ask me to-”

“You do know you’re my trusted secretary and informant, Lys. A small detail won’t escape you easily.”

Lysithea sighed, trying hard for the praise to not getting over her head. Edelgard is always front to her employees, be it the good and the bad comments, one thing that Lysithea glad about especially after a year of working.

Though, her frankness sometimes can be unbearable, just like right now. Maybe Lysithea would tail Edelgard in silent manner, but she still think she is unfit to be there.

“Tell me more about this business as Hubert searches a place to park.”

The secretary inhaled, a bit thankful that Edelgard finally let her be. She tilted her glasses up, all business, reciting the things she already etched in her memory about this particular business boom.

‘Deer Hound’, perhaps the name sound contradicting at first, as ‘deer’ is nowhere carnivorous to get the adjective of ‘hound’. Then again, their tagline, ‘Fear The Deer’, has emphasized the effects of their business more. Moving swiftly to capture the market with their revolutionary, brand new ideas in cosmetics, Deer Hound becoming one of the most brands that searched by public in recent years. Edelgard interested on excel of growth, so much that the head of multimillionaire Adrestia Co. stepped outside to see for herself.

Lysithea thought at first that the business would be closed off to possible stock market competitors, but it was easy to arrange a meeting between two company holders. They appointed the saloon complex not far from Edelgard’s headquarters to meet, and Claude was more than eager to greet Edelgard the moment she entered the lobby.

He was just like how he portrayed himself in every of his interview videos, dressing in simple open shirt topped with a casual blazer. His right ear is pierced, giving him a bad boy look though it doesn’t betray his reputation. His wide, easy smile held multitude of meaning, but it was fresh and welcoming. Edelgard shared a handshake with him, Hubert towering right beside the boss with his slight cant of smile. Claude is nowhere affected, rather, he would exchange a handshake with Hubert as well, if not the grim man declining.

Trailing behind Claude was a sophisticated woman with bright pink hair split into two pigtails. Perhaps, just like how Lysithea is now, that person should be his secretary—though with black sleeveless sweater, taller stiletto, and well, prettier look. She must be one of the beautician, or the company poster girl, as she is so well-kept and pretty.

“How about you indulge in our service, Edelgard? I think you may interested in our personal grooming package.”

Claude winked in suggestion. He pointed on the double door by his right, the one bustling with people coming and going rather than the elevator by his left. Edelgard visibly hummed, considering.

“I apologize, but I’d rather not to accept any means of gratification,” she declined politely, her eyes sauntered over Lysithea. “But maybe my secretary can accept the honor.”

Edelgard should stop surprising her too much for a day. “Wait. What?”

“And of course I can’t ask Hubert for this kind of stuff, am I right?” Edelgard countered, she was delighted. “You can check out their business too along the way.”

On the corner of her glasses, Lysithea could see that Claude is visibly pleased. His grin sharpened, “That could be a good idea as well. Your secretary can enjoy the facilities when we talk business.”

A moment later, Edelgard flashed a smile, apologetic - though Lysithea knew that it is the only leeway. Edelgard never accepted any kind of gratification for reasons, so it is all left for Lysithea to be the scapegoat.

Well, unless somehow they can convince Hubert to do the deed (of course, he won’t. Rather, he would kill you for it).

Lysithea nodded to Claude, accepting the offer, “It would be my pleasure.”

“Good,” he snapped his fingers, looked to his back with a wink. “Can I trust her to you, Hilda?”

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Her name is Hilda, Lysithea eyed to the pink-haired woman by his back again.

Her smile was wide and friendly as Claude cued her in. She then stepped forward to offer a handshake to Lysithea, who was a bit stunned as that pair of red eyes caught her staring. Perhaps it is new for Lysithea to see somebody not from her office with revealing clothes - though it’s not like Hilda’s halter top sweater is too revealing.

Unlike those collar workers who dressed for job to look ready, she dressed for job to look pretty.

Wait, how many times Lysithea had recited inside her mind that this pink-haired woman is pretty—no other exaggerating adjectives needed?

“Hey there, I’m Hilda. Lead beautician."

“It’s nice to meet you, my name is Lysithea.”

It was awkward, Lysithea knew it from the strange rumble in her dry throat. Yet, Hilda didn’t speak any needless commentary, rather, she held her hand in place.

“You have a rather dry skin,” Hilda said. “Staying indoors a lot at work?”

“Yes,” Lysithea answered. “And before you guessed it, I kind of forgetting the sunblock since the visit announcement was too sudden.”

With that, Hilda giggled. It was a happy sound, not a forced one under circumstances of playing nice. “Just so you know, I’m not a seer who’s able to guess everything.”

“Acceptable.”

Lysithea hovered back to Edelgard and Claude, seeing them already delved into a topic about stock market that may interest Lysithea more than a row of cosmetics she might see later. Alas, she already committed to take the fall for her boss.

“This way, Miss.”

And by then, Hilda has yet to retract their connected hand until they reached for a little tour to the main area, enough for Lysithea to remember the warmth of their fingers laced together.

[sineluce-velius-tristitia]

Into the Deep End

Newt didn’t know what possessed him to come.

Maybe it was to see for himself that the most dangerous Dark wizard is properly locked up behind a cage. To assure that the man who had done horrible, despicable things had been properly apprehended; that there was no chance for Gellert Grindelwald to hurt another person.

But it wasn’t because of that.

Righteous, good intentions aside, Newt is terribly curious of this man.

A wizard of great power and influence, of genius and charm that attracts people enough to become his fanatics. A wizard of whose past is intertwined with Albus Dumbledore.

Newt stands there, in the bowels of MACUSA’s holding cells, practicing long acquired skills of stealth to sneak around unnoticed by the guards assigned just for a single—but incredibly dangerous—wizard.

He’d left his creatures with Queenie, not quite trusting but the alternative of leaving his creatures unguarded for any span of time was unbearable. The memory of his case being impounded was still entirely too fresh and a wave of fear at the mere thought made him a bit more paranoid.

Easily getting past the guards, Newt is surprised to find that nothing else is set up as defense. A superficial scan of the wards told him why. They had focused too much on keeping someone in rather than putting just as much effort in keeping unwanted people out. As it stands, Newt wouldn’t have any problems going in as long as he was careful.

It seems finding the cell he wanted wouldn’t be an issue. All the cells are unoccupied except for one.

He stops right in front of it, a frown knotting at his forehead still quite unsure why he had risked sneaking into one of the most guarded part of MACUSA. Pardoned he may be for smuggling his creatures and risking the Statute, he is still on thin ice.

“I don’t suppose staring into nothing would solve your problems, Mister Scamander.”

The voice is raspy and hoarse but lacking none of its confident lilt. Even with a heavily protected door between them, Grindelwald is every bit the wizard who had taunted and tortured him in the subway. Absently, Newt noted that a silencing charm was not one of the spells cast on the cells.

With a side glance to where he had come from, Newt cast a privacy charm around them, one that wouldn’t interfere with the wards.

The silence from the other side of the door was quite unnerving but even then, Newt doesn’t say anything. He stood there, arms crossed and hunched over, staring at the door separating him and Grindelwald.

Newt wonders why he could not muster fear or anger at the man who had taken his creatures away from him no matter how short of a time it had been. Wonders why there’s nothing but curiosity for a man who caused so much unneeded violence.

I’m not one of Grindelwald’s fanatics, he had said to the man. And he wasn’t. But a part of him always had been curious what made them fanatics. There has to be a reason why a single wizard could amass such a following.

Then, quite sudden and out of the blue, laughter full of mirth rang from the other side. It’s surprising, and the malevolent undercurrent of it made Newt shudder unconsciously.

“I seem to have underestimated you, Mister Scamander. But, ah, I see it now; what makes Albus Dumbledore so fond of you. Is there anything you wouldn’t do for your creatures?” Here, Newt scowls but still doesn’t talk. “I’ve seen what you do for them, walked through their homes and admired how seamlessly they exist. Danger doesn’t seem to be a word you adhere to.”

There’s a bitter aftertaste in his mouth as he swallowed when reminded by the fact the man had trampled over his case—his home. Nothing had been out of place when he had checked, not even the obscurus Grindelwald had taken out.

“I think it’s time for you to go now.” Newt could hear the smile from the man’s tone of voice. “We will meet again.”

It’s six months before Gellert Grindelwald made his presence known again.

Newt isn’t the least bit surprised the man had managed to escape. What does surprise him is when he finds a herd of thestrals loitering about in the street near his home in London. There’s a young chimaera too, affectionate enough that it lets Newt near without fuss.

“Hello, little one.” Newt coos as it climbs up to his shoulder. It leans on his fingers when he reached up to pet it. Pickett curiously peeks out from the lapel of his coat and climbs up to where the chimaera had settled. They had a staring contest before Pickett huffed and settled back down to his favorite place.

Newt chuckles affectionately, “Pickett seems to like you well enough. Now who might you be?” A small scrap of parchment is stuck on its back and Newt quickly reads it.

His name is Antonio. Keep him with you. You may do as you please with the thestrals.

The handwriting is unfamiliar. He couldn’t think of anyone who would send him anything of the sort and it’s more than suspicious. Perhaps he should send word to Theseus at the least. But contact with his brother isn’t something he wanted to do unless it was absolutely needed.

“You weren’t sent by someone bad, were you?” Newt asked of the thestrals and Antonio.

The small chimaera merely made a high pitched guttural sound at the back of its throat in response.

Newt smiles before clicking his tongue, calling the attention of the thestrals nosing curiously at the potted plants of the neighboring houses. He frowns when he noticed how thin they looked—thinner than how a thestral should be.

“Oh you poor dears,” Newt sighed, nuzzling one of the creatures. “We should get you somewhere more suitable for your needs.”

He leads them to his home where he had spent months in when the Ministry sanctioned his travelling ban. It’s roomier than his case but Newt missed being able to travel, being able to set his creatures free to where they belong instead of cooped up in a beautiful cage.

They may be replications of their home but it was a cage nonetheless.

A cold nose nudged his cheek and Newt smiled wryly. He can’t keep a herd of thestrals in his home. Perhaps he could send them to Hogwarts once they’re in perfect health.

It’s another month before the monotony of scouring through London and getting rid of his tails was broken when Antonio—who had taken residence on his person just as much as Pickett had—suddenly jumped down from his pocket and ran through the streets.

Newt, already used to such behavior from his other creatures, quickly scampered off to follow the chimaera.

He manage to catch up to the creature near an alley and had only managed to cradle him close to his chest, ready to scold him running off, when a hand grabbed his shoulder and the familiar feeling of apparation swallowed him.

They appear on a rooftop of some building, the wind whipping away at his overcoat.

“I did say we will meet again, Mister Scamander.”

Newt barely managed to cover a flinch of surprise but he does back away from the voice. Standing before him, head tilted to the side, is Gellert Grindelwald. There’s no trace of the months he spent in MACUSA’s custody.

It hits him that this is the first time he sees the Dark Lord as himself. Nothing in the Dark wizard’s face or body but the mask of Gellert Grindelwald. There’s nothing to blindside Newt this time, nothing to defend himself with, no barriers of any kind. Except, perhaps, Newt’s own ignorance.

The other wizard seems to be waiting for a response so Newt composes himself, “You did say that.”

In his hands, Antonio wriggles about and peeks up at Newt and then to Grindelwald. To his bemusement, Grindelwald reaches out a hand. “May I?”

Newt stares, unsure for a moment, before he realizes what the Dark Lord wanted. Instinctively, Newt lets Antonio out of his grasp, watching as the little chimaera crawled over to Grindelwald’s hand willingly. It was strange, seeing the intimidating wizard holding the creature carefully.

“I’m glad to see you’ve kept Antonio.” Grindelwald lifted the creature to Newt’s shoulder and let it go. “I’m afraid I can’t keep such a needy creature with me.”

Indignation churned in his gut but Newt tempered it down, focusing instead on the realization that Grindelwald had been the one who sent Antonio and the thestrals. He had to be cautious with what he says to the wizard. He says instead, “Antonio had been a good companion.”

Grindelwald hums, “I can see that.”

“What was it you needed with me?” Newt finally asked, absently petting Pickett and then Antonio.

“Nothing.”

Newt furrows his brows and looked closer at the other wizard. “Yet.”

A smirk tugged at Grindelwald’s lips. “Nothing yet, yes. When the time comes, you will give it to me.”

Newt had no idea what it is. But the conviction in the Dark Lord’s voice kept him from asking. It was curious how despite being cautious, there was no immediate urge to flee. Even lesser was the urge to interfere with whatever the wizard is planning.

“Until we meet again, Newton.”

There was a possibility that Newt refused the Ministry’s deals because he couldn’t seem to muster up the will to fight against the Dark Lord.

He had seen how the man fought, had been in close enough proximity to say that he could not repeat what he had done in that subway months ago. Not for the lack of trying but for the certainty that Grindelwald wouldn’t commit the same mistake twice.

“There would come a time that everyone—everyone—has got to pick a side. Even you.” Theseus had said.

I don’t do sides. He doesn’t. Especially now.

Newt knew that travelling to Paris isn’t such a good idea.

But with Credence alive, Newt couldn’t appease his conscience quite well. And even then, he had to clear things up with Tina.

Going to Paris isn’t such a good idea but Newt will do it anyway. And, glancing at Jacob who was recounting his and Queenie’s romance in the last year, Newt wouldn’t deny the speck of happiness at the familiarity of the situation. He missed his friends and he missed venturing out of the country. This time, hopefully, there wouldn’t be adrenaline of a chase and troubles of Dark Lords.

But considering who and what Credence is, Newt wouldn’t count on it.

The moment Antonio started fussing, Newt knew what was coming.

“Hey Newt-”

“I-I’m sorry Jacob,” Newt turns around to face Jacob, causing the other man to stop in his tracks. “But could you please, uh, hold this for moment-” He hands him the feather that they are using to track Tina, now encased in a clear box.

Jacob takes it with a puzzled expression. “Okay…”

“Yes thank you,” Newt tries to smile. “I’ll be back in a jiffy. Stay here. Or, uh, actually, you can find a café to stay at. I’ll find you.”

Then he walks over to an alley before letting Antonio scamper up his shoulder. “Where to now?”

With the squeaked directions from the little chimaera, Newt finds himself outside a house. He steps up to knock on the door and was greeted by a striking woman.

They look at each other, the woman sizing him up before inclining her head with an unreadable though pleasant expression. “Come in, Mister Scamander.”

Newt does so, brushing off the surprise at her knowing his name. “Thank you.” He muttered.

There’s a surprised gasp from inside and Newt turns to its direction.

“Newt?” Then he was engulfed in a hug that had him shifting in discomfort even as he recognized Queenie’s golden curls and soft voice. “Oh I’m so glad you’re here. It’s been so awful. Is Jacob with you? I’m so sorry I didn’t know what else to do.”

He pats her back awkwardly, spying the black haired French woman smirking at them.

“What – what are you doing here Queenie?” Newt asked as Queenie finally let him go, a niggle of worry finally settling in his stomach.

Her distressed frown brightened up into a smile as she gestures at the woman, “I was lost and she helped me. She’s been so kind to me but I uh…” Her face fell and dismay colored her voice. “You don’t happen to know where Tina is, do you?”

Newt’s shake of head wasn’t really needed but he still did so.

You need to leave.

“Oh, why do I-”

“Newton,” Newt turned just as Queenie drew her wand.

“You stay right there,” Queenie bit out, unconsciously pulling Newt behind her. “I know what you are.”

“Queenie.” Grindelwald strode nearer, arms raised to show that he is harmless. It doesn’t quite work but the man doesn’t put it down. “We’re not here to hurt you.” The man titled his head. “Nor will we harm Newton.”

Newt closed his eyes, resigned that he’s too late to have Queenie escape.

Please put your wand down, Newt spoke in his mind clearly. He may not know what the Dark Lord has planned but Newt didn’t want to aggravate the man though he seems to be more amused than anything else. Pleased, even.

Queenie’s stance wavered and she turned to him, confusion and betrayal clear on her face.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Newt whispered. This seems to amuse Grindelwald even further so Newt turns his attention to him. “Please let her go.”

“We will,” Grindelwald appeased but satisfaction lurked behind his mismatched eyes. “We only wish protect the innocent. To let her know that we are here to help.” His attention drifts to Queenie who is trembling. “It is not your fault that your sister is an auror. I wish she were working with me now to a world where every witch and wizard is able to live however they want. To love freely.”

Before Newt’s eyes, he sees Queenie’s resolve waver. She looks at him, a desperate attempt to keep her head straight. But even Newt isn’t sure what to believe so he grips her hand and moved his gaze away from her.

I’m sorry was all he could think.

“Go now,” Grindelwald said. “Leave this place.”

Obediently, they did.

Queenie tags along as Newt returns to Jacob.

They have a tearful reunion, both apologizing for their actions (and thoughts on Jacob’s part). But Grindelwald’s influence had taken root. Newt can see the determination in Queenie’s eyes.

He smiles, though, because Queenie and Jacob clearly belonged together.

A man passed by and the feather they had been following earlier that day ruffled excitedly and pointed at the man. Newt let it free, watching as the feather zoomed past them and back onto the man’s hat.

“Come on.” Newt muttered as he followed the man.

His reunion with Tina wasn’t quite as touching as Jacob and Queenie’s.

They manage to get Mr. Kama out of the sewers with them and the Zouwu safely inside his case. When they settled in the safe place professor Dumbledore had given him the address to, Queenie had finally gotten irritated enough at the tension between them.

“Tina!” Queenie huffed, glaring at her stoic sister. “Newt here was going to say something important.”

Newt froze from his spot halfway down his case. He slowly turns his gaze up at Queenie’s expectant look to Tina’s equally as expectant look.

“You really are sisters.” He blurted out, nerves having caught up with him. Somewhere in the room, Jacob purses his lips and palms his face. Queenie glared at Newt. “I- I’m sorry. I-” Queenie tapped her foot in impatience. “I wasn’t uh, there had been a misunderstanding, Tina. It’s my brother- Theseus and Leta are the ones who are going to get married.”

Queenie’s happy clap was the only noise heard in the silence filled room. Newt took the opportunity to go down his case to take care of the Zouwu.

Newt sees Credence again in the Lestrange Mausoleum.

It’s only him and Tina this time, having left Queenie and Jacob to guard Mr. Kama. Though they seem to have been unsuccessful.

There’s tension in the air, one born from familial disagreements. Newt felt distinctly out of place as Leta told her story, feeling as if he was encroaching on something he shouldn’t know. It doesn’t shed light to who Credence is and the look of disappointment in the boy caused sympathy to twist his heart.

His attention is broken by Antonio wiggling out of his pocket.

“Antonio?”

His startled whisper called everyone’s attention. Newt followed Antonio to where a passage opened at his touch. The chimaera croaked and scampered up his shoulder and settled there, anticipation making him absolutely still.

Beyond the revealed passageway was a large gathering of wizards and witches.

At once, Newt realized Grindelwald’s plan.

The fire of protego diabolica burned brightly as it danced to the whims of the Dark Lord.

Aurors who were unable to protect themselves got burned, dying with piercing screams that cut off as the curse ate them away.

Newt watched with a horrified fascination, following the motions of his brother as they defended against the flames. Queenie and Jacob were ways away and he could see her crying, screaming at Jacob in despair.

At the other side, Credence makes his way to the flames, barely held back by the maledictus.

Newt is rooted in his spot, watching as Credence crossed over, Grindelwald greeting him with wide arms. His eyes are drawn to Queenie, anguish and desperation clear on her face as she crossed over the blue flames. Their eyes meet and Newt lets out a huff, half hysteric and half resignation.

“Newton,” Everyone seemed to pause at the call. Newt heard Theseus’s breath hitch and felt the way his brother’s hand gripped his arm tighter. “It’s time, I should think.”

Newt clutches his eyes shut, taking in deep breaths as he gripped his case tighter.

“What does he-” Newt pulls away from Theseus’s hold. “Newt don’t!”

He avoids look at anyone, feeling Tina, Leta, and Theseus’s eyes burning at him. Grindelwald’s expectant, triumphant gaze seemed to be the only thing that doesn’t burn. Antonio is purring as his shoulder and Newt reaches up to pet him.

With surprisingly steady gait, Newt walks down the steps.

Time seemed to slow and the distance between him and the platform seemed to be longer than it looks.

“Newt!”

Newt pauses and turns to his brother only to have the flames come between them. Between Newt and everyone.

Leta pulls Theseus back and Newt catches her eyes. For the first time in years, Newt smiles at her. “Please take care of him.”

Then he walked away, towards Grindelwald’s expectant gaze. This time it seemed faster than it should. The flames are warm, comforting even as his heart broke at the screams of his name.

He doesn’t stop walking until he stands close to Grindelwald. So close that there was barely space between them. Antonio jumps from his perch on Newt’s shoulder over to Grindelwald’s. The Dark Lord reaches up and cradles Newt’s face in his palm.

Smugness and triumph swirled behind mismatched eyes.

And then they were gone.